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hughiecampbelle · 1 year

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Keloid (Baby!Roy x Roman Roy )

Character/s: Roman, Logan

Word Count: 1,586

Requested: hi! can i get broken glass, gauze, “i missed you”, “You’re covered in blood”, and “look at me” with baby roy and connor or roman please? 😊❤️ - @thedarkqueen

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: Screaming I love this request so much!!! This was just perfect my love, so angsty it's my face!!!! I really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

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You find him at the bar. He seems smaller. His shoulders are rounded, concave, but not tense. His stitches have been reopened. He lets himself smile, just for a moment, before recovering. It’s a new feeling, this weightlessness. Airy. he drinks a dirty martini. You don’t want to interrupt, intrude. This is his moment. Everyone else is gone. Gloating, celebrating, or, like your brother, like the two of them, facing a future of uncertainty. There’s nothing left. That was it. You’re faced with the same dilemma, to a lesser degree. You feared that promise would leave Kendall hollow. Rotting. He left before you could catch him, check his pulse. They both did. Your sister off in her own world, becoming the obedient woman she was always destined to be. It hurt to think about them, about this. You could hold it, this ache, this knowing that things would never be the same. You wanted to hold on a little longer. Selfishly, you missed them. Even as he sits before you, sipping his drink, he seems so far away already. You take the seat next to him, making him jump. You don’t look at him and he doesn’t look at you, instead your eyes meet the bottles lined up on the shelf. Little armies, ready to defend. You order your usual, grateful that he hasn’t gotten up. He decided to stay despite your presence. He clears his voice once, twice, but the words never come. The silence sits sweetly between you, making itself comfortable. Your chin falls. You can feel them burning under his gaze, your hands. He doesn’t have to say a thing. You know exactly what he’s thinking about.

The scars were burning white lines across your fingers, your palms and the back of your hands. Some lay flat, others are chunky, rounded, as if trying to claw away from you. No matter what you did to try to get rid of them, they refused to budge. They stared up at you, at everyone you came in contact with, begging to be noticed, to be seen. Instinctively you flexed your hands, feeling the tightness of the skin. The lines go up your wrists, tapering off. Here and there, at your elbow, your forearm, your biceps, sprinkled across your arms. Mostly though, they cut through your hands and wrists. You were shredded. He called you that once Logan. Shredder. As if it were funny. After all these years, you still bore the anger of your father. You wore it like a prize, as if surviving him were something to show off. This was your medal for a shitty childhood. He was gone and you were still looking at them, feeling them, stared at by peers and strangers alike. A freakshow, he once said so callously you’d forgotten how to breathe. Sometimes you get lost in the scars, reliving that day over and over. He thought you wouldn't remember. He thought you were too young.

The bartender slides your glass across the bar. Again you flex, before feeling the icy sweat of the tumbler. I missed you, you whisper, before realizing, before catching yourself. I was only gone for a few minutes, but. . . The rest of your sentence clatters to the floor. But the three of you left. You were fighting. You couldn’t be near it. When you came back they were gone, Matsson standing in their place. He doesn’t have a response, eyes cast down, watching your fingers clutch at the glass. You used to hide them, your hands, when kids at school first started noticing. When they started saying things. The adults, choosing ignorance, never said a word. Not when you were back at your desk a few days later, gauze wrapped childishly around them. It was Roman who’d done it. They were tight and flimsy and red had seeped through by the end of the day. No one who could have done anything did anything. No one stepped in. no one asked. They just knew. They knew and they let him get away with it. He wasn’t a God, he was an angry man. The world had been mixing the two up for centuries. They always hurt your hands. You tried to write, to play, but it was too difficult. So you sat there and watched the paper white of the tissue, squeezing them, making sure they still belonged to you. You catch yourself doing that now, too. Logan took a lot from you. Too much. You were convinced he had the power to take body parts, too.

He orders another. Remember, he starts, but never finishes. Yeah, I do. He never meant for it to happen. At least, not at first. Logan never raised a hand to the eldest three, something you would never understand. You would never get an answer for. He just did, like he did a lot of things. You weren’t doing anything. Not that you can remember a lot before. You were in the living room, doing what children do, playing, maybe making a mess? Maybe being too loud? You were never sure what kind of trivial thing would set him off, what would make his blood boil. He couldn’t stand it. He could always find the faults in you. He slapped you across the face. Hard, with the back of his hand. Hard enough to leave your cheek tingling. Hard enough for your little body to sway, falling into the coffee table. The glass shattered under you. You tried to catch yourself, save yourself, but that only made things worse. Shards embedded themselves into your skin, in your clothes and hair. Blood began to pool on the white carpet. Shocked, you could only sit there, looking at the ruins. He stood above you, disgusted. You’re covered in blood, you remember him spitting, like it was your fault. Like you had chosen this. Slowly the adrenaline wears off, the sting begins to spread, your own cry foreign in your ears. It sounded like a wounded animal. He left you like that, muttering to himself about the scene you’ve caused. That whine still haunts you, coming to you in nightmares. I did a lousy job, he admits, suddenly sounding tired. You were a kid, too Rome. . .

Look at me. Bleary eyes, tears welling up before you can stop them, a blurry figure crouches before you. You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting like that, only that the tingling in your cheek is gone. You haven’t moved, scared, or cried. There is so much blood. So much red. Like a pool, you remember thinking. You’re not sure where he came from, when he got home, only that he had a certainty in his voice that made you listen. Don’t look down, look at me, okay? Slowly, he helps you up, careful not to touch your wounds. He leads you to the bathroom where he sits you up on the counter, face to face with you. You’ve stopped crying, instead whimpering. Everything smelled of iron. Metallic. You watch him lock the door, knowing there was always a chance he’d come back again. He warns you this is going to hurt, and you nod, wanting to be brave for your big brother. Shaking hands, he starts to pick the pieces out. Glittery pieces clatter and tinkle in the sink. What he can’t reach, he plucks with tweezers. You bite your tongue, stopping yourself from crying out anymore. You’re not sure how many times he pulls glass from your skin, only that there is a small pile in the sink when he’s done. See, that wasn’t so bad. His face is sweaty, his forehead creased, though his voice remains light. You smile at him, sniffling, showing him that it didn’t hurt at all. That you’re a big kid, you can handle this.

The alcohol feels warm on any empty stomach. That sterile smell reminds you of the iodine he washed your arms with, trying to prevent infection. He wrapped you up like a mummy, unsure of what else to do. Some were deeper wounds, others only surface level. This was his mess, his fault, not yours. Leaving you alone with him, he should have known better. Now he sits, years later, feeling that terrible guilty feeling in the back of his throat. He should have done more. He should have done better. That day will be embedded in his mind for the rest of his life. And yet, neither of you have anything to say. There’s nothing left. You know this is the last time you’ll see him for a long time. You all need your space, to cool off, to find your own path, whatever that means. He gives them his card, paying for your drink, too. Another apology. He’s been apologizing to you since that day, trying to make up for it. He never needed to, though. You never blamed him. That day he was your hero, your super star big brother saving you from your father. He made sure your wounds healed, changing the bandages every day. He was the one who cleaned up the table, who rolled up the rug, unable to stand looking at it a second longer. Disgusted by Logan’s behavior. He still is, your hero, your star, your big brother, even if he doesn’t feel like it. Even if he slips off the bar stool without a word, leaving you behind now that it’s safe. Now that your father can’t get you. He always will be.

#requested #writing #roman roy #roman roy imagine #roman roy x reader #succession #succession imagine #succession x reader

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

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Hey bestie can u make a eren x reader one shot where eren just won’t let the reader move on🙃

thank u anon for this lovely idea

scumbag!eren x crybaby!fem!reader

WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon, past toxic relationship, slut-shaming, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies,

WC: 1.8k

He pins your wrists against the dingy bathroom tiles with an unrelenting grip, and you swear you've never felt more claustrophobic in your life.

The dark-haired boy eyes the glitter on your cheekbones, the neon-colored eyeliner, the rogue on your lips, and the black satin of your mini dress exposing a substantial amount of plush thighs. He's never seen you like this-never allowed you like this before.

You almost feel like uncharted territory but nothing escapes his observant nature. From the tremble of your lips, and the water starting to collect in your lower lash lines, Eren knows this you. Maybe not who you were pretending to be in the strappy heels, low neckline, and the party-girl masquerade you put on in front of your shallow ditzy friends, but he knows who you really are. Vulnerable. Scared of your own shadow.

"E-eren,' You stammer, "Please let me go." You try not to think about the voice cracks, trying to sound as assertive as you could without meeting his eyes. Eren, of course, thinks you look like a baby mouse. Hopeless and trapped.

"Don’t you miss me?" He mummers into the nape of your neck. You have an explosive No prepared in the roof of your mouth, ready to sound out the single syllable, until his hand, adorned with chunky silver rings, covers your mouth, muffling your whimpers. You could taste the metal.

“It’s a rhetorical question.” He’s smirking, green eyes lit up dangerously under the too-white bright lights, “Let me talk okay? I just want you to listen.”

All you’ve ever been doing is letting him walk and talk over you. And then when you finally got the nerve to stand up for yourself-

“I haven’t seen you the past three months” his low voice interrupts your contemplation, “It’s like you’ve been ignoring me.” He finishes flatly, his thin lips stretched into a line. His multitude of ear piercings catches the light, glinting sharply.

It’s too overpowering, his close proximity after going cold turkey. His presence is like a drag of a cigarette after not smoking for months. Hurts your lungs but the remnants of what you used to feel with the sudden rush of nicotine bubbling up again. Because when all is said and done, you’re still deliriously attracted to him. And you hate yourself for it.

You try to focus on the other sensations, sensations that aren’t busy on the feel of his warm breath or his hands holding yours down. You can still hear the song playing from the club.

All my bitches feel like I dodged the county

Fucking with you feel like jail n——-

Yeah, it really did.

Changing tactics, he holds you by your neck instead, giving your aching wrists sweet relief but that relief is nothing compared to the panic of having his beefy hand on your thrumming pulse.

His grasp wasn’t tight. You could breathe, but it was the kind of tight that let you know he would go tighter if you didn’t listen properly. React properly.

“You’re fucking ignoring me again” he’s practically growling the words out, baring all teeth, “I know I’m pretty difficult to tune out, so I would like to know what the fuck you’re thinking about.”

His hand leaves your delicate throat- his knee between your thighs keeps you in place- to roam down the satin of your dress, the fabric clinging to every curve. You hate how scrutinizing his viridian eyes are, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over the previous hot-girl-summer confidence.

He hated how good you looked on the dance floor, laughing with your stupid friends like you had lost all your inhibitions. Hated that you looked so good, everyone could see it. Hated how you didn't notice his eyes boring holes into you. Do you remember the time how you used to be hyper-focused around him? Aware of every movement, aware of every tonal shift?

And now you didn't even look at him.

"Are you thinking of other guys? I saw you grinding on those men like a slut." He presses his body deeper, "Have you fucked any other guys since we broke up? You must have. I know how slutty your pussy is"

You bite down on his hand. Hard.

You're counting on his reflexes, for him to retract his hand and give you an opportunity to run to the door. But Eren has been fighting for years and predicts your maneuver. With a calculated sidestep, Eren lets go of his hand, before promptly slamming you against the bathroom wall again but this time front-first.

Clouds dance in your vision, and you're sure you would have fallen by now if not for him holding you up. Eren uses this newfound position to his advantage by groping your ass, rutting his dick against your backside.

Deciding to be petty, you let the spite-coated venom escape your pretty lips, "Yeah. I fucked so many boys, and they were so much better than y-"

Anger blinded him. Roughly, he turned you around to face him once more, forcing you to look up at the green-eyed monster. He flipped your dress up, nearly ripping it during the process, shoved your lacy panty aside, and plunged his fingers inside. He felt a visceral sense of validation course through him at finding wetness coating his slender fingers to your utter mortification.

"Liar. I know you haven't been fucking anyone else." His smile is all teeth, pearly white and sharp,

You gulp, feeling sweat beading down your neck and arousal pooling at the bottom of your stomach. Damn yourself.

"You don't know that."

He looks almost feral, green eyes in slits and hair all mussed up, falling out of his usual bun. The top few buttons of his black button-up are left unfastened giving you a gracious view of his smooth muscular chest, and the dangling silver cross-chain.

"No, I do. See a little birdie told me all you've been doing the past few months is crying yourself to sleep, and eating frozen meals. This is the first time you've been out since I broke up with you, huh?" Condescension drips with every word.

He thumbs away the tear falling down your cheek with a mocking kindness and adds, "There, there. Don't cry. Good thing I happened to be here tonight, right?"

You're full-blown crying now, too upset to care if you're smudging your make-up. This is the real you. This is how Eren remembers you.

"Awe, my precious little crybaby, don't worry. You came here tonight looking for dick? I'll give it to you. It's okay," He coos, breath tickling the shell of your sensitive ears. Well, every part of you felt sensitive right now.

You're rubbing your eyes, sniffling, "E-exactly. You b-broke up with me, so why are you here? Why can't you just let me be?"

The dark-haired boy sighs, and with an uncharacteristic softness, leans his head down to press his forehead against yours, and intertwines his hand with yours, noses almost touching.

"To be honest, it was just to teach you a lesson." A soft exhale, "I didn't think you'd actually stay broken up with me." He's crushing your fingers now, "Didn't think we'd be broken up with for real."

Your eyes flash with indignation, feeling your body surge with an emotion you couldn't qualify, "I don't care. Yeah, I was sad but god, you were a terrible boyfriend! I'm so much better off without you. All those lonely nights are still better than any night I've ever had with you!"

You're breathless by the time you're done.

"Done with your little monologue?"*

You can feel your shoulders shaking, and you almost want to laugh from the indecorousness of it all. How could he not care? Was this how little you mattered to him?

"I know you're lying because" Without any preamble, he shoves his fingers inside of you again, finding that spongy spot that made your knees weak, eliciting a soft moan from your downturned mouth, "You're wet. And you want me."

"In fact," an edge of excitement colors his voice, "I bet your insides are still molded to fit my dick."

It's hard to talk when one thumb is violently brushing over your clit, and his tongue is forced into your mouth, drowning any whines of protests. You close your eyes, focusing and unfocusing. A hand snakes up your dress to fondle your tits and tease your perky nipples.

It's just one sensation over another, and your sex-deprived body was welcoming all these feelings with open arms. Eren knows your body like it came with an instruction manual and that manual advised him to bite your earlobe, which was especially sensitive. He knew where on your collarbone you liked to be marked, how hard you wanted your nipples pinched, and how you could ride his face with complete abandon.

But right now, he didn't want to pleasure you. He's coaxed enough orgasms out of you throughout your relationship.

He unbuckles his belt and frees his long slender cock, the head a flushed angry red, dribbling with precum. He lines his full-mast cock to your entrance. Fully alert as to what was about to happen, pretty pleas of "no Eren, please don't, no" are falling out of your mouth, wide starlit eyes dotted with pearlescent tears. He kisses the top of your head like the way he always used to.

And then he thrusts himself inside. You give up so easily, he thinks. Do you even realize how you're swinging your hips on your own accord? How you're wrapping your lush legs around his waist to pull him deeper?

His pace is ruthless, making your head bob up and down. Moans and grunts drown out the music from the club. You're begging him to slow down.

"You're mine. Always mine. Always were. Can't fucking believe you really thought-" He doesn't even finish his thought because a violent shudder rips throughout his body.

Your nails are digging into his back, so sharp it could have been clawed. You could feel yourself right on the edge-

The door shakes to reveal a tall young man with slicked-back blond hair with a frat-boy laugh.

"Holy shit! Eren?!"

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Shame burns your face. You have no choice but to cover yourself behind Eren's broad frame. You're just hoping to every god he'll go away, and keep this to himself.

Your dark-haired ex-boyfriend turns around to face the blond, "A little busy here, Porco. Shut the door. I'm uh, getting reacquainted with someone."

"Goddamn. Is that ___" You don't even have to look at Porco to recognize how impressed he was.

"Get out Porco." Eren growls.

The door closes with a loud thud.

You're borderline hysterical at this point begging Eren to get out of you, but his grip on your hips is iron-tight.

Outside you hear stunned gasps, but one phrase stands out to your straining ears: "Yeah, I guess they're back together."

Eren kisses the top of your head once more, "After I fuck you, we'll go home together girlfriend."

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* {A/N}: This line "Done with your little monologue?" is inspired by this delicious fic by @hotwings0203.

#yandere eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #toxic eren #eren yeager x reader fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #dubcon tw #tw noncon

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funtimebunnyblog · 4 years

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Okay so first off, I love bears! 😭 they’re so cute! I would have one as a pet if I could. How do you think the pillarmen would react to their s/o finding a bear and immediately becoming friends with it? Doesn’t matter that it’s literally a wild animal. It saw s/o and was like “this is my friend now” and it follows her everywhere. But the bear is “submissive” to her. It doesn’t attack at all and does that thing where it shows it’s belly to her all the time. The bear likes the pillar men, but not as much as it loves s/o.

Ahhh! My dear Anon, this is is such a sweet idea! 🥰🥰🥰 I have the very same feelings about keeping a Fox as a Pet ❤ I very much would if I could! 😌

This started out as a few simple headcanons buuuuut~... 😅 I got carried away and turned it into a full fic! 😘😇 Please “bear” with me and enjoy! 🐻🐻🐻

The Pillarmen’s s/o brings Home a Bear... (A bit of a long fic; Under the cut for length!)

(I’ll stop making bear puns from this point on, I swear! I just couldn’t pass up the chance to use this picture. in any case... Please do not attempt anything that your read here with a real life Bear or any woodland creature that is dangerous for that matter! If you happen to find a lost little Bear in your travels, do the responsible thing and contact a forestry! ~FunBun)

"What," Your head snapped up as someone spoke from behind; your eyes trailing up a most familiar muscular torso to eventually meet the disapproving gaze of Kars looming over you. The Pillarman's eyes were wide and his face unreadable, "is that?"

There you were, sitting on the front porch which was not an abnormal occurrence as this was your house and you did as you pleased...

Except for, of course, the fact that you were cradling a LIVING BABY BEAR in your lap and hand-feeding it a peanut butter sandwich!

"...A Friend." You said after a long moment, blinking up at the behemoth of a man. The Cub in your arms grasped at your hand with two huge chubby-toed paws as you pushed the last chunky bit of sandwich into its awaiting mouth; happily chewing away as if it didn't have a bother in the world.

Kars let out a long sigh, his barreled chest heaving as he reached up to pinch the space between his painted eyes with a forefinger and thumb.

"Why?" He questioned.

It was really the only thing he could say in that moment as thousands of questions rolled through his head like flotsam and jetsam. The Pillarmen struggled to keep a hold on himself, trying to give you the benefit of the doubt first before giving you the scolding he so wanted to.

He and the others knew very well you loved animals, which pleased the Pillarmen as they were Men who valued nature and precious life; Kars was no exception. They were most especially aware of your specific fixation on Bears but Kars never so much as gave the love for the creature a second thought.

However, right now, while you held a living Bear in your lap he was beginning to wish he had thought to tell you not to do something as foolish as take one in.

"Hey! I didn't do anything!" You defended yourself, allowing the Bear Cub you cradled to lick the remnants of the gooey sandwich from your fingers. You know exactly what he was thinking; he thought you deliberately went out and took the Bear!

Really, you hadn't done anything! Well... not this time anyways.

It all started when you had gone out for your morning walk in the woods, you happened to enjoy the crisp Spring air this time of year and it was a good way to get out of the house for a bit and away from the noise of the Four Pillarmen you adored that were living with you.

It was only when you were halfway down your usual route when you realized there was a little black Bear Cub following right behind you.

At first, you had feared the worst. Normally where there was a baby, there was a Mother not very far behind and despite your love for Bears you REALLY didn't want to have an encounter an angry Mother Bear that was searching for her lost baby and happened to think you were the one that took it. You did your best to avoid the baby Bear, walking fast and pretending not to notice it in hopes that it would simply give up tailing you eventually and go on its own way back to where it came from, despite the tugging of your heartstrings.

After some time of attempted avoid and evade the Cub didn't leave your side, ambling close at your heals and beginning to cry out for your attention. It became obvious to you it was all alone and even more obvious that it was hungry; as soon as it saw you it thought to remedy both those things.

Always having a big heart, you just couldn't bring yourself to leave the poor thing all alone out in the woods; especially not when it was clinging to your leg and looking up at you with those big honeyed eyes pleadingly...

You weren't supposed to get caught. You had planned to keep him a secret for at least a little while.

You had lead the baby back to the house and left it outside to its own devices on the doorstep for just a moment. Meanwhile you slipped into the kitchen to make, not one, but two peanut butter sandwiches to feed it. You really didn't have anything else to give it, you hadn't been expecting to feed a hungry little Bear anytime soon and there was nothing in it that would hurt the Cub anyways as it was mostly protein.

Your early return from your walk had gone unnoticed by the others (at least at first).

Thankfully, Santana hadn't been in the kitchen raiding the fridge like he normally did this time of morning and had been in the Livingroom with Esidisi instead, too invested in the video game they were playing to hear you come in.

Wamuu was out back chopping up more firewood to burn, as the nights were still very cold; the Warrior too far away to hear you and unable to see you with the house in the way.

Kars was supposed to be up in his study, up to his elbows in papers and practically dead to the world but of course (just when you wanted him to be working for once) he wasn't.

Somehow, he just always knew when something was amiss.

"Peanut followed me here," you explained, peering down at the squirming black fuzz ball in your lap that was still happily licking the peanut butter from its chops.

Kars clicked his tongue, "Peanut?"

He seemed even more displeased you had already named it; if you named something, it became hard to lose it. That was a rule many people followed through ancient times.

You let out a shaky laugh, ignoring the chunky paws inarticulately grasping at your clothes as a little pink tongue darted out from a tiny chestnut muzzle, dampening the glistening black button at the very tip.

Peanut was giving you a thorough sniff, making sure that he had consumed all of the delicious food you had brought him and that he hadn't missed a single morsel.

"It fits." You told him, smiling pathetically as you shrugged your shoulders.

Ruby eyes drifted down to the little creature squirming in your lap for more than a beat before he let out another sigh; this time it didn't sound as stern and disapproving as the first but it still sent a shiver down your spine. His lips pulled into a sympathetic frown as he closed the distance between you two, crouching at your side.

"Dear one," he spoke, using the tone he typically reserved for when he was trying to comfort you or give you some advice. "We cannot keep Peanut."

Immediately, you felt your heart quiver at his words; the pulse of the muscle stopped all together as you looked up at him. His eyes, normally the epitome of inhuman and predatory, now softened.

You knew very well he would have this talk with you, albeit much sooner than you anticipated originally, but it didn't change the fact it was making your heart clench painfully in your chest.

"Why?" You questioned. Now it was all you could really say in that moment as everything else that tried to come out got jumbled up in your throat.

You really didn't need to ask such a question however, as you already knew the answer.

"My sunshine, he's a wild Animal; a predator. He may be a small creature now but Cubs like Peanut grow very quickly indeed." He explained gently, wrapping one muscular arm around you. "And as he grows, his appetite will grow; you won't be able to feed him simple sandwiches forever."

Your lips scrunched up as you peered down at the now quiescent black ball of fuzz cradled in your arms. Peanut, his belly now full and all the peanut butter thoroughly cleaned from his paws and face, had closed his eyes and was slowly falling down into a most comfortable mid-morning nap.

He was so cute; so damn cute you wanted to cry. A hand absentmindedly reached up to grasp one of his paws, your thumb tracing over the squishy pads of his feet and feeling the sharp little claws sprouting from the chubby toes like thorns from a rose.

All your life you loved Bears, no matter the kind; Panda Bears, Koala Bears, Grizzly Bears, Sun Bears, Polar Bears, even Black Bears like Peanut... and now here you were, holding one in your very own arms! Hugging it close to your body like one would an everyday Teddy Bear! A real life Bear had just waddled up to you in the forest, clinging to you as if appointing you as its new Mother and caregiver, cuddling in your arms like a loving pet and cooing as you fed it an icky-sticky delight.

It was a dream come true... and now Kars was asking you to wake up and cast it aside.

"But--... But--..." the quivering of your lip made it hard to find a foothold in this dispute.

"And there is also the matter of his behavior." Kars continued softly, one massive palm gently rubbing up and down your back as he spoke. "Bears can grow to be very territorial and temperamental creatures. Their maximum strength can out lift 10 Men and their maximum speed is faster than any vehicle you can drive."

By now your eyes were watering, the fuzzy spot in your arms no longer seemed so very fuzzy as the world around you blurred behind tears.

Kars, of course, was making sense as he always did and you didn't like it one bit.

The living God's frown only deepened as the glistening of the water pooling in your eyes caught his. Truly, he hated to see you cry. Seeing tears in your eyes was something that made him weak in places he never felt such weakness prior to falling in love with you... but your safety was in jeopardy; and that was something he, nor the other Pillarmen who loved you and dotted on you, didn't want to risk over one creature.

"We have to put him back where he belongs." He said; though his words still carried that softness it was undoubtedly an order not to be refused.

"Oh Kars," you sniffed, your nose crinkling as tears began to fall. "I can't do it!"

You turned more fully towards him, presenting the sleepy Cub; practically thrusting him into the Pillarman's arms.

"Just look at him!" You cried. "He's so small and he's all alone! I don't know what happened to his Mother but she's gone and... and..."

One massive hand found your cheek as the tears came harder, a calloused thumb swiping the raging rivers aside.

"Please Kars... I can't give him up... what if he--?...." you wimpered, unable to finish that thought. You were fully aware you had already lost for today as he shook his head sadly.

Your tears did nothing to sway him when he knew what he had to do.

His free hand slipped under the sleeping Cub, Peanut did little more than fill his palm, scooping him up and cradling him close to his chest as he stood.

Your arms had never felt more empty.

"I'm sorry, Beloved. It has to be done." He told you as you stared up at him with a crestfallen and teary gaze. "Chances are, his natural instincts will kick in and he will learn to take care of himself despite the absence of his Mother. Abandoned Cubs are more common than you think. Peanut needs to go back to the woods."

That was all that could be said, the Pillarman disappeared in one blinding flash; taking the Bear Cub with him.

You were left there sitting on the porch, scrubbing at your cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater until the sensitive skin was raw in the cool Spring morning air. You managed to pull yourself together enough to not raise suspicion and headed back inside to make some coffee.

The morning passed quietly, when Kars made his eventual return to the house (sans Bear in hand) you didn't even look him in the eye.

You didn't deny that Kars had done the right thing, Peanut was in fact a wild Animal and belonged to the wilderness, but you still felt strangely bitter over it. So inexplicably angry it almost felt childish as you couldn't stop yourself from glaring at his back as he passed the kitchen table.

More time passed, your only half-drunk mug of coffee had long gone cold and your grief for the little Bear you knew that was left all alone somewhere in the woods had managed to ebb somewhat. You were just about to get up to go get a start on some chores when all of a sudden, Wamuu came through the door.

"Shoo! Shoo!" The massive Pillarman swiped his hand as he backed himself through the door, "Go on! Go back to your Home, small one."

You tilted your head, watching the unusual display. "What's wrong?"

The blonde turned his head to look at you with a frown. "I was trying to finish up my morning task when a Bear came out of the woods." He explained, finally closing the door with a sigh. Your gasp went unnoticed as he peered through the window of the door, his frown only etching deeper. "It's too small to be a juvenile. Just a Cub. I did not want to find out if there was a Mother lingering so I came back to the House. However, it seems to have decided to follow me..."

The Warrior blinked as you were suddenly out of your seat, squeezing past him to squish against the window of the door to see for yourself.

"Peanut!" You cried, your heart fluttering in your chest as you too caught sight of the little round ink blot sitting dejectedly on the porch.

Wamuu barely had a chance to react let alone intervene as you yanked open the door again, the sounds of the crying Bear hitting your ears.

It was Peanut alright, every feature similar right down to the whiskers of his muzzle. The Bear was plopped down on his rear, feet sticking out under him like he were a simple Teddy Bear sitting on the shelf of a toy store, and staring up at the door he knew you were behind. The squeaky wailing of the Cub fell silent as soon as he caught sight of you and realized he was no longer all alone, it seemed that he missed you just as much as you had him.

Wamuu stared in disbelief, watching with wide eyes as the little Bear rolled onto his back to reveal his soft tummy and stubby paws to you.

"Peanut?" The blonde questioned, one thick eyebrow raising as he looked between you both.

This was a wild Animal and yet you greeted it like some sort of pet!

As your leaned down to give a loving rub to the exposed tummy of the Bear, cooing at it as contentment spread across its features. You intended to recount this mornings full story to ease Wamuu's obvious confusion, however, you didn't so much as get the chance to get a word out before Kars was standing in the room.

He had just been about to head upstairs and absorb himself in his work, when he caught a snippet of what was happening in the kitchen. The Pillarman's crimson eyes wide as he approached, needing to see what was happening for himself.

"Look Kars!" You beamed, grinning up at both gawking Pillarmen as the Bear grasped at your petting hand, playfully trying to gum on your fingers with blunt little teeth. "Peanut came back!"

Kars all but shared in your glee, the pinching of his brows and the drooping of his lips gave away his irritation.

He had dropped Peanut off safely somewhere in the woods, not far from your usual walking path. When he had left, the Cub had still been sound asleep, completely none the wiser to being left behind, and the Pillarman had honestly thought that would be that.

It would seem the creature had imprinted on you more than he anticipated and it only added on to his previous fears.

"I'm afraid I'm in need of an explanation, my Lord..." Wamuu spoke up, tearing his gaze away from you and the Bear Cub you were most happily playing with.

Kars swooped in, taking the Cub away from you for the 2nd time that morning, much like an Eagle dropping from the sky to snatch up a mouse. Peanut pawed at his hardened chest, becoming squirmy in the massive mans hold as he let out a couple of little grunts.

It was as if the Bear knew exactly what Kars intended to do.

"I'll explain it to you in full when I return, Wamuu." He sighed as he begun carrying the squirming woodland creature away from the House towards the woods where he deemed it rightfully belonged.

You waved at the baby Bear as it watched you from over one muscled shoulder with those big honeyed eyes, feeling a little disheartened again but the fact that the Cub came looking for you still made a sweet warmth bloom in your chest.

It would be far from the last time any of you saw Peanut.

Late morning turned to afternoon and the day bloomed into something warm and lovely, like a watered down Summer day. Linens and towels came straight from the washing machine and were headed for the clothesline to dry in the sweet air.

There was absolutely nothing better than falling asleep in bedsheets that had spent all day out on a line in the breeze.

Always happy to help you around the household, Esidisi volunteered to put them out for you as you were already busy doing other things around the house.

He had only turned his back for 2 seconds to hang the first sheet, humming softly to himself as he went, before turning to find a baby Bear making himself at Home in the laundry basket he had carried out. Peanut was rubbing his scent all over the damp linens as he rolled in and pawed at the clean sheets; inevitably dirtying them again.

Esidisi found the whole ordeal hilarious, most especially when he was fed the full story of the morning by you who had come out to see what was taking him so long with his chore.

Kars, on the other hand, didn't find it so very funny.

He especially didn't see the humor in it when he found the two of you playing with Peanut in the yard, entertaining yourselves and the Cub by draping a sheet over him and prying it off like a parachute over and over.

Peanut was taken back to the forest a 3rd time; this time much farther into the woods.

Late afternoon rolled around and Santana finally left the house to go outside; having the sole intention of taking a nap in the fresh air via the hammock that had been recently strung up in the backyard.

Unfortunately, the youngest Pillarman got sidetracked when a little Bear came out of the woodwork and crawled into the hammock with him, mewling and demanding his immediate attention as he was hungry once again.

Kars, the one and only, spirited Peanut away before you and Santana had a chance to make more sandwiches to feed it.

This happened over and over and over again.

It seemed like every time the Pillarman dumped Peanut somewhere, no matter how remote or how far from your Home, the little Bear inevitably found its way back sooner or later; ambling up to you or the others with a mighty hunger and a carefree nature unmatched.

Peanut appeared on the doorstep next morning when you were about to head out for a walk.

Peanut was found digging in the trash bin when Kars was taking out the trash.

Peanut clung to Wamuu's leg as he went out to mow the lawn; the Warrior didn't so much as bat an eye, unhindered, as the Cub held onto his ankle while he worked the mower.

Peanut approached Santana when he was eating chips on the porch; the Pillarmen didn't seem to mind the company nor the fact the Bear ended up upside down in the bag.

Peanut followed you around like you were its one true Mother while you tended the yard and carried out chores.

Peanut sat contently at Esidisi's feet as the man was Barbecuing supper in the evening; the Bear watching him and waiting for supper to be served as if he were the guest of Honor.

Each time, without fail, Kars brought him back to the woods and each time, without fail, Peanut came back.

It was only frustrating him further and further.

Eventually, one quiet and rainy morning Kars went out onto the porch to sit and read; he always enjoyed the sound of rainfall and the fresh earthen smell of a Spring downpour. He had barely been there 5 minutes, not even enough time to get truly immersed in his novel, when suddenly a very wet and cold ball of hair climbed up into his lap, actually making the Pillarman yelp at the shock of the sensation of a freezing cold Cub pressing against his bare skin.

Kars was big and dry and comfortable, like a much bigger and hairless Bear, a place Peanut deemed perfect enough to sit out of the Rain and warm up.

The purple-haired man frowned down at the chubby bundle taking up residence in his lap, Peanut grunted contently as he made himself comfortable. His normally downy soft and dandelion puffed fur was now patterned down and awry, radiating with a dank with a heady, musky Bear smell due to being soaking wet.

It was not at all a pleasant smell to anyone's nose, most especially to a Pillarman's as they were creatures with extra sensitive senses.

Kars, now feeling that this was the final straw, was just about to scoop the creature up into his arms and carry out their usual pick up and drop off routine; this time he intended to take Peanut all the way down river to the farthest side of the forest and leave him there.

He stopped on a dime when two big pools of honey locked onto glimmering rubies.

"Don't look at me like that..." the Pillarman warned, feeling his heart quiver strangely in his chest. The command didn't come out nearly as firm as he intended it to be.

Kars treasured creatures big and small and this creature was so adorable, so small it made his arms itch in ways he hadn't felt since the time he had taken care of the two infants that grew to be Wamuu and Santana. Peanut rolled in his lap, squishing his face against the Pillarman's abs and nuzzling softly; his fur stuck to bare skin in an almost icky way and made his loincloth feel very damp and uncomfortable due to the run off of water.

The Pillarman pursed his lips, forcing himself to bring to mind all the logical points on why this Bear (this nuisance, this danger, this predator) had to go.

Peanut opened his mouth and let out a little yawn and a sneeze, probably just as hungry as he was cold and damp.

Kars' huge hands balled into fists at his sides, his jaw setting tighter and tighter as he felt himself and the walls of his determination crumbling, hating every single millisecond of it before eventually, after an internal struggle that lasted seemingly millennium... he sighed.

Peanut was scooped into his arms and, this time, taken into the House.

☆☆☆

"Really?!" You cried in disbelief, hands going to your mouth as it pulled into an impossibly huge grin.

Esidisi, Wamuu and Santana just sat there, expressions ranging from shock to disbelief of their own.

Surely he couldn't be serious... could he?

Kars let out a long breath, "Yes, dearest." He groaned, still cradling the tiny dampened Bear in the crook of his arm as it clung to his bicep. "We can keep Peanut."

Immediately, to everyone’s amusement but Kars', you were in his lap just as quickly as the Cub had climbed into it. You didn't care one bit that he was a little damp and that some of Peanuts musky stink had rubbed off on him, peppering his face with thousands of kisses as you threw your arms around both the Pillarman and the Cub.

"Oh Kars! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You squealed between your line of kisses.

Nobody had expected Kars to cave in this matter; they honestly expected this to go on and on for some time until Peanut was forced to be the one to give up on finding his way back to the house.

However, despite the fact all of them were pleased and ready to take on this idea of having an actual living Bear around, there came the next matters to attend to.

The ground rules.

"But he cannot stay inside the house." Kars said, that firm nature of his making its return. Peanut had managed to wriggle out of both of your holds and was now ambling around the Livingroom, sniffing everything and everyone in sight. Esidisi was following him around to ensure he wouldn't break anything or get himself into more trouble while Kars was feeling so generous, smiling indulgently as he scooped him up and presented him to the others.

"Ok." You hummed, that part was only to be expected.

But you wouldn't deny that somewhere in the back of your mind you had fantasized about cuddling up to a giant fuzzy Peanut in bed or on the couch.

Kars took in another deep breath and the atmosphere changed, it was as if the temperature dropped in the room. The mans eyes were serious and his features became even more stonelike than the masks he crafted as he pulled you closer to him in his lap.

"I want you to listen to me, dear one." He began, his voice was low and something akin to fridged; it only sent shivers dancing down your spine. "If Peanut grows to be an aggressive creature or too much a hassle to handle, even if he gives any of us the slightest reason to fear he would harm you in any way, shape or form... we'll have to be rid of him. Permanently."

His words hung in the air, making your stomach sink like a rock falling helplessly to the depths of the ocean. A lump was starting to balloon in your throat.

You knew very well what that meant.

The Pillarmen weren't men who took any form of pleasure out of killing Animals; Kars especially... but you knew that he would not hesitate to do so for your sake. His words spoken to you prior on the porch when you first encountered the Cub rang around quite deafeningly in your head.

"Do I make myself clear?" He asked you, his pupils burned absolute holes into your heart as he held your gaze; not unlike a strict parent after giving the scolding of a lifetime.

The best you could do was nod, praying the day you all feared would never come at all or at least not very soon; the latter was perhaps your best hope.

For now, however, you planned on celebrating the day by making a peanut butter sandwich for the newest, and perhaps hungriest, member of your little Family.

☆☆☆

Time passed, as it did for everything, and Peanut grew and grew. He grew from a small and clumsy little Bear Cub into a bigger and gangly Juvenile Bear by mid Summer.

Sometimes the Bear would disappear at night into the woods, just after supper of course, but there were also times he would just sleep close to the house; most specifically by the front porch. Peanut still followed you around outside as you did anything, always greeting you with a grunt as he flopped onto his back to reveal his belly and were always more than happy to rub it when he did.

His appetite did indeed grow and the simple peanut butter namesake was no longer truly fulfilling to him; nothing more than a sweet morsel to lick up as a treat.

Peanut had to be shown how to properly hunt for himself and that was something you and Esidisi decided to tackle together, taking him down to the river on the hottest days to teach him to to fish for himself. Those days were filled with much laughter on your part where you sat on the bank to watch the Pillarmen wading out in the raging waters with the Bear, hunched forward and making a grab for a slippery and wet flying fish with his hands as they jumped from the water to properly demonstrate.

Eventually, after much trial and error (not to mention Esidisi falling right into the river a handful of times) Peanut was able to catch all the fish he wanted to eat.

Wamuu was a big help in burning off the major energy that came with Peanut growing into an adult Bear. The Warrior often spent hours out in the yard playing with him, going so far as to push and wrestle with the creature, playing simple games like throwing a giant ball around or to even take him on a run through the woods to tire him out.

Sometimes you even tailed behind the pair on your 4 wheeler to get in on the fun and play.

Santana found himself spending his days playing with Peanut too, more often content to help you take care of the beast. You and Santana tried to bath Peanut at least once every 2 weeks to fight against his stinky Bear musk, lathering him up nicely where he sat contently in an old kiddie pool in the yard and hosing him off. Santana would spend a lot of time with Peanut as the Bear napped, scratching his back and finger combing the knots out of his fur; even plucking annoying ticks from the Bears body when he found them.

You found it quite disturbing, and more than a little gross, as to how Santana could hold the bloated insects between his fingers and pop them upon finding them. You swore you could hear the red-head chuckle lowly each time you let out a disgusted gag when he done it.

And Kars, he found himself dotting over and spoiling Peanut with affection just as much as you did.

The Pillarman would deny any claims that he snuck the Bear peanut butter sandwiches between meals or even peanut butter straight from the jar but you knew the truth. It was hard to miss as it seemed Peanut would immediately give Kars a good sniffing upon seeing him, obviously checking for any delicious treats he happened to be keeping concealed.

By late Fall, Peanut was a fully grown Adult Bear.

In fact, he had swollen to such an immense size, he was something of a rival to the Pillarmen; by that time it was something of a relief he was a gentle giant. He was still a wild Animal but he was also a loving pet to you and the 4 Pillarmen.

One day, Peanut stumbled out into the woods and didn't return. Snow came not long after and then the brutal and fridged season of Winter truly begun.

Peanut had disappeared but you knew he wasn't far in the woods, hopefully holed up in a cave and hibernating.

Winter passed slowly, more slowly than it ever had before. As December ticked away to January and eventually February, the others didn't miss how much you missed your Peanut; he was all you could talk about somedays! You weren't the only one who missed him however, not missing the wistful looks passing over the faces of the others upon seeing a segment on Black Bears airing on National Geographic or opening the fridge to find the jar of peanut butter sitting there; untouched and almost begging to be eaten.

March went bye, then April and the snow had long melted away due to the heavy rainfall but still, Peanut did not make his return.

You were seriously starting to worry by this time. What if he hadn't been hibernating all along? What if a Hunter had gotten to him? Or what if... he forgot about you?

The Pillarmen could only console you so much, trying their best not to give you false hope by saying things along the lines of "I'm sure he'll be around!" and make things worse as they really did not know of Peanut's fate either...

It was well over a year since you had first taken in the Cub and now there was no sign of him anywhere.

But just when you were starting to give up all hope of seeing your prized Bear and companion again, you opened the door one morning as you prepared to go on your morning walk to be met with shock.

You just about jumped out of your skin as an earth rattling roar hit your eardrums, sending a jolt of fear striking through your body like lightning and screaming in primal terror at the sight before you. A Black Bear that was larger than life stood on its haunches off the porch, its maw open and its breath showing like hot puffs of steam as it growled out into the cold Spring air; asserting its presence for miles.

For one terrible and too long of a moment, you thought you would be slaughtered on your own doorstep by your most favorite Animal on Earth.

Your terror was short-lived however, as the monstrous beast you feared would devour you whole suddenly flopped onto its back and turned its belly to the sky.

"PEANUT!" You cried, spreading your arms wide as you ran to flop on top of the creature; your friend and pet.

It wasn't long after when all 4 Pillarmen were standing out on the porch, your screech having been heard from inside the house.

"Look Kars!" You beamed, rubbing the gargantuan tummy with a wide grin; eliciting a content grunt from the Bear. "Peanut came back!

Kars could only smile this time and shake his head.

Peanut had come back again, without fail; just as he always done and the Pillarmen were quite happy he was here to stay...

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Riding On

CH25- A Series Of Very Fortunate Events

Summary: It’s Fliss’ birthday and Frank pulls off the surprise of the century.

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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Chapter 24

I dunno how you do what you do, I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better. I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side, for ever and ever. Every little thing that you do, Baby I'm amazed by you

Fliss gave a start of surprise as two hands grabbed her waist and spun her round. She laughed as a pair of bright blue eyes, sparkling with love and mischief, met hers, her hands sliding up their owner’s chest to his shoulders, as a warm palm pressed into her back, fingers splaying over the top of her thin camisole. “Happy birthday, Beautiful.” Frank grinned at her and she beamed back, her nails gently scratching at the nape of his neck, tangling in his short hair as he gently swayed them to the soft music which was playing through the speakers in the kitchen.

“Thank you, Sailor.” She smiled as his lips gently pressed to hers, a chuckle flowing from his mouth as he swayed his hips to the gentle rhythm of Otis Redding’s ‘(Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay’. “You know, I had set my alarm a little bit earlier today ” He informed her, spinning them a little across the floor, “planned a little wakeup call plus breakfast in bed. So imagine my slight frustration when it went off and you were already gone.” “Sorry, but I woke up and,” she shrugged giving him an apologetic look, “you know once I’m awake I’m awake.” “I do.” Frank smirked, his hands on her hips gripped a bit tighter as he swayed his own along to the music. “Guess you’ll just have to wait for that particular present, Cowgirl.” She let out a laugh, the hand on his neck tightening a little in his hair as she pulled his head down to hers. “I love you.” “Love you too.” He whispered, his lips catching hers in a deep kiss, tongues sliding gently against one another before Frank pulled back, his forehead pressed to hers. “Can I at least make you breakfast?” “Sure but don’t you need to be getting ready for work?” “Nope.” He shook his head. “Booked the day off.” “Why?” “Well it’s a Friday and your birthday and I wanted to spend it with you.” He shrugged. “I know you’re working but thought I could finish the shelving and what not in the tack room and then we can get everything ready for the guys coming over.” Fliss beamed. “I’m so excited to show them the yard. I know it’s not fully finished but...” she sighed. “I’m really happy with how it’s turned out.” “And you should be.” Frank smiled, his hips swaying to the music. “You’ve put a lot of hard work in. I’m proud of you, Honey.” “We’ve put a lot of hard work in.” She smiled as he revolves them gently on the spot. “Couldn’t have done it without you and everyone else for that matter, Mum, Dad, Joanne, Steve...” “Well,” Frank grinned as he spun her out slightly, pulling her back into him, her back pressed to his chest, her giggle vibrating slightly into his body, “tonight we can fire up the grill as planned, thank everyone properly and have a few drinks to celebrate.” “Sounds good.” She sighed as his lips brushed her neck. “My last lesson finishes at two, I cut them early for the day.” “Perfect.” Frank gently nipped at her skin, his hands splaying over her belly, pulling her back into him. “And just think, this is your last birthday as a Gallagher. You’ll be Mrs. Adler next year.” “Two months.” She rolled her head to the side, allowing Frank to nuzzle into her even more. “I can’t wait.” “Me neither, Baby.” He whispered, his mouth now on her jawline. Eventually his lips found hers and he kissed her again, her head laying back against his shoulder as his right hand started trailing down further, and further, and his fingers had just worked their way into the waistband of her sleep shorts when a soft little whimper, followed by a louder garbled chatter chimed out from the baby monitor. Frank gave a groan, his head sagging forward and his hand moving back up to Fliss hip as she laughed a little, tilting her head to look at the screen where Alex was now pulling himself to a stand using the bars on his crib as leverage. “Cock block.” Frank grumbled as he shot the monitor a look and Fliss stepped out of his embrace, turning to face him. “I’ll go get him, you can start my birthday breakfast.” She smiled, standing on her tip toes to give him a gentle peck. As she padded out of the room, Frank watched her go, eyes firmly trained on her pert ass before he smirked to himself and turned to gather the ingredients for the waffles Fliss had shown him how to make. As he spooned out the flour into the bowl he heard Fliss greeting Alex good morning and their ten month old giving a garbled little response followed by a happy giggle, the one he always gave when he saw Fliss. “Momma’s boy.” Frank scoffed, picking up the baby monitor and pressing the intercom button alongside it. He heard Fliss laugh as she turned to the monitor, sticking her tongue out at the screen, knowing full well he could see and he chuckled, turning back to his task in hand. By the time she appeared after changing Alex’s diaper, Mary had surfaced, Fred hot on her heels, and the kitchen was full of the smell of waffles which sizzled away on the iron. Mary shot over to Fliss, wishing her a happy birthday before she placed Alex in his chair and Frank stepped over to give his son a kiss good morning. He smiled as Alex wound his small hands into his beard, giving a tug before he gently scruffed against the baby’s cheek causing him to shriek in delight. “Think I might try his cup again today.” Fliss pondered for a moment. “He didn’t want his milk after breakfast yesterday as he was full so Mum suggested offering it him alongside, he might be a bit more inclined to take it if he’s doing it himself, what do you think?” “Go for it.” Frank nodded, straightening up. “Don’t worry about it too much though, sweetheart. Mary dropped her morning bottle completely round the time she was his age. He’ll let us know if he’s hungry.” Satisfied with her choice, Fliss sliced up an apple and placed it down on Alex’s tray along with half a lightly toasted piece of bread and a sipping cup half full of formula. Alex immediately went for the apple, jamming it into his mouth making appreciative noises as Frank served their own breakfast of waffles, fruit and syrup up, handing a small piece of waffle to Alex. The baby paused, taking it with a cooing noise and proceeded to look from one hand to the other. “What’s it gonna be, pal?” Frank asked. “It’s a big decision. Apple or waffle?” “Bet you five bucks he goes for the waffle.” Mary grinned and Frank wrinkled his nose. “I dunno, he likes his apples.” “Yeah but waffles are much better.” Mary’s voice was muffled as she shoved a huge fork full into her own mouth and Fliss watched as Alex continued to ponder. In the end he raised both his hands to his mouth, attempting to shove the two items in at the same time. Fliss laughed and gently went to help him out, but no sooner had she done that, Alex had already realised it wasn’t going to work. His fingers still curled round precious apple slice, he dropped the hand holding it to his tray, using the other to shove the waffle piece straight into his mouth, chewing contentedly. “Told ya.” Mary smirked. The kitchen was full of laughter as they ate, and when they had finished and cleared the dishes, Frank and Mary disappeared upstairs coming back with a few gifts held in their arms. Fliss grinned as she took the one Mary handed her first. “That’s from me and Alex.” She nodded as Fliss kissed her cheek and tore off the sparkly blue wrapping paper, her smile growing even bigger as she saw the box which contained a radio mic along with ear pieces. “You said your old one was crap.” Mary grinned, ignoring the pointed look Frank shot at her for her use of the word. Fliss laughed. “Yeah it’s seen better days, everyone says I sound like a Dalek.” “A what?” Mary frowned. “Oh they’re an alien thing from a TV show called ‘Doctor Who’, they talk like broken robots.” Fliss waved her hand. “But this is great. Thank you!” “It’s fully charged and tested.” Mary grinned. “Dad had it on the other night in the garage fixing me a blow by blow description of how he was varnishing the boat. I stopped listening. “No wonder it’s taking you so long to finish.” Fliss smirked at him and Frank arched his brows. “The reason it’s taking me so long is because every spare moment I’ve had recently you’ve put me to work at the yard either building shelving units or painting.” He folded his arms. “You know, I could charge you a fortune.” “I pay you in other ways.” She winked and a Frank snorted as she reached for a smaller wrapped gift. She tore off the wrapper and Frank held his breath a little as she looked at the white leather box emblazoned with the logo of a company he knew she’d recognise. “Did you...” her eyes instantly misted over and Frank nodded as she opened the box with shaking hands. He watched as she studied the item inside before she picked it out to examine it in closer detail. It was a bracelet made out of the hair from Heidi’s tail, wound into a thick, chunky braid, the different shades of chestnut and dark brown perfectly woven together. The claw clasp was silver and there was a small silver horse shoe and heart shaped charms hanging from it, the latter engraved with the words ‘forever in my heart’. “Frank,” she stuttered and he gave her a smile. “You were talking about getting one, did I get the right style?” “Yeah.” She swallowed. “Oh, Sailor it’s perfect.” She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips, giving a little sniff as she pulled back. “Can you...?” She handed it to him and then held out her left hand arm and Frank opened the clasp, fastening it around her wrist. She looked at it for a moment before she smiled and wiped her eyes. With a little cough, Fliss cleared her throat as she reached for the final box which was a little bigger and when she opened that one she gave an excited shriek. “You got me a Pivo? How? These are like out of stock constantly!” Her hands trailed the box and she grinned, looking at Frank. “Lucky try.” He shrugged as Fliss opened the box to look at the starter pack. Not for the first time she was overcome with just how much Frank actually listened to the throwaway comments she made. She’d talked about getting one of the smart tracking systems you linked up to your phone for a while, it would make filming her videos for sales and the online blogging and tutorials that she had recently launched on the website so much easier. “Thank you, you’ve spoilt me.” Fliss beamed at Mary and Frank, before she turned to Alex to give him a kiss, and Frank glanced at Mary giving her a wink, both of them fully aware that the gift that was arriving later that afternoon was going to blow her mind.

***** Frank spent most of the morning putting up the shelves as promised, hanging the doors and whatever else he needed to do, whilst Alex was happily entertaining himself in his little pack and play, the air-con in the new large room a godsend as it gave some well needed relief from the sweltering late July heat. Bill and Verity arrived at midday with lunch from their favourite sandwich deli. Fliss beamed when she opened her gift from her parents which was a tripod for her new Pivo plus a year’s subscription to a new editing software app for her MacBook and iPhone. Once they had eaten, Verity offered to take Alex back to the house for his nap, leaving Bill and Frank free to head down to check that the new perimeter fencing had been done properly whilst Fliss carried on with her day's schedule, this time her, Joanne and Mary setting up the Pivo to film a little VLog for their YouTube channel that was linked to the stables. Then at just before two, Frank got the call he’d been waiting for, his big surprise was half an hour away. “I’m a little nervous.” Frank admitted as he and Bill walked back to the yard. “I mean, if she doesn’t like the damned thing when it arrives, I can’t exactly return it.” “Trust me, she’ll love her.” Bill shook his head. “If nothing but because it’s connected to Heidi and it’s something for her to start work with from the ground up. It’s what she’s always loved to do, and she does it well. As this all proves.” Bill waved his hand in the air, gesturing around the land and the various horses as Frank nodded. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough.” He was on edge for the next fifteen or so minutes as he tried to concentrate on a little more painting, but then they heard the rumble of tyres as the truck pulling the transporter trailer wound slowly up the drive. Bill looked at Frank with a grin before he pulled out his phone, no doubt to message Verity, and Frank glanced over to see Fliss had straightened up from where she had been leaning over the laptop at her desk and frowned, her head tipping to one side as she glanced out of the window which overlooked the entrance. “Joanne?” She called and the girl appeared. “Did we book a new client in today that I forgot?” “Nope.” Joanne shook her head. “Who the hell is this then?” Fliss’ frown deepened as she turned and headed out of the room, Frank following with a very excited Mary. As they walked into the courtyard, Frank watched Fliss speaking to the driver as he opened the door and hopped out. He saw the shock register on her face and a small smile played on his own as she stood stock still, blinking at the man who handed her an envelope. With a frown she took it, turning to Frank who merely gave her a puzzled shrug, before she tore open the envelope and her eyes scanned the message inside which Frank had asked them to prepare. There was a delicious moment where Frank saw Fliss’ face washed blank with confusion, like her brain cogs couldn't turn fast enough to take in the information from her wide eyes. Every muscle of her body just froze before a grin crept onto her face, it soon stretched from one side to the other showing every single tooth. This time when she looked at Frank, he smiled back, and she shook her head her own smile not faltering. “You did this?” She managed to stutter out as Bill chuckled, walking to the back of the large transporter to help the man with the ramp. “Well, I had help but yeah, I’ll take the credit for it being my idea.” He wrinkled his nose as Fliss gave a shriek and launched herself at him. Laughing he caught her as her legs wrapped around his waist and she pressed a kiss to his lips. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” She whispered. “But how did you even know I’d been looking at her? I never-“ “Mary.” Frank said simply as her hands slid to cup his face. “You should know by now she never misses a thing.” “Hey, Titch, you gonna let go of Frankie boy for long enough to come meet her or what?” Bill called, and Mary nodded. “Yeah, hurry up Mom, I wanna see her!” Giving him another quick kiss, Fliss moved and Frank dropped her to the floor. She turned, sweeping Mary into a huge hug before she took her hand as they walked to the back of the trailer as the beautiful bay horse was led off. Amazement didn’t quite cover what Fliss was feeling at that point in time as she stood rooted to the spot, observing the animal who stood up tall and glanced round, snorting loudly at the strange surroundings. It was a cacophony of emotions all firing at once and the smile Fliss was displaying on the outside sure as hell couldn't have adequately reflected what she felt inside; like every neurone of her brain was trying to fire in both directions at once - the best kind of paralysis. Simply put, the animal was beautiful. Sleek dark bay with unblemished limbs, two white socks on the hind legs and a blaze very similar to Heidi’s down her dark face. Her mane and tail were shiny black, and whilst the animal had little muscle definition, Fliss new that was down to the fact she hadn’t ever been ridden before having been used as an attempted brood animal. It was clear she had been looked after and cared for as the mare had a sweet eye, it wasn’t looking at anyone suspiciously or worriedly, simply curiously as she spun quickly on the spot, giving a shout which was answered by Cap in the barn, Fliss knew his whinny off by heart. As Cleo turned her pretty head, she glanced straight at Fliss who took a deep breath as shiny, bright brown eyes gazed back at her. At that the horse gave a soft little nicker and there was an explosion in Fliss’ brain... the good sort... the buzz of electricity she had felt when she’d been to view Heidi for the first time. As dramatic as it may have been to admit this out loud, to her it was the calling card of adventure, of paths awaiting both their feet that they could enjoy together. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, and there would undoubtedly be tears and frustration, many hours of patience and hard work as there was to be expected with any horse you were backing and teaching from the start, but it was Fliss’ adventure to take. With a gentle breath she stepped forward slowly, towards her new animal and held her hand out, palm up, offering the horse a sniff. “Hey, Cleo.” Fliss spoke gently as her other hand ever so quietly moved to scratch the horse on the wither. “Hi, how you doing, girl?” Frank watched and let the happiness Fliss was exuding soak right into his bones. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to smile at Verity who juggled Alex in her arms as she stood by his side. “You do realise that if you weren’t already, you’ve effectively just become a horse widow before you even get married, right? Backing a horse is gonna take a lot of her time and become an obsession.” She grinned as Frank offered to take his son from her and she obliged. Frank gently turned him and held him to his chest, facing outwards so he could see what was going on.

“I don’t much care.” Frank chuckled as he watched Mary extend her hand out to pat Cleo as the animal rubbed her head against Fliss who reached up to wipe the tears of joy from her eyes. “Look how happy she is.” He took a deep breath, her happiness was infectious and Frank was simply savouring the feeling of sheer pleasure in his system at seeing his girl so full of joy because of something he’d managed to pull off. Simply put, he wanted to still be able to make her feel like that when they were old. Half an hour later the horse in question had been given a quick feed and a drink of water and left to settle in a spare stable. Fliss had then been given a blow by blow account of what Frank, Mary and Bill had dubbed ‘Operation Cleopatra-Comin’ At Ya’ and she thanked them all, once more getting emotional over how much thought and effort had gone into everything so far. Eventually, once Cleo had been turned out into a field with Monty for the evening, they all made their way back to the house, showered and changed ready for the BBQ they were hosting later, Bill and V taking up residence in the guest suite for the night. Frank was already in the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a blue and white checked button down, sleeves rolled up, when Fliss walked in wearing a pale blue sun dress which accentuated her waist and boobs, much to his delight, her Cowboy boots completing the look.

Their friends arrived and there were more gifts exchanged before drinks started to flow and they then made their way to the yard so Fliss could show their friends around. She laughed as she saw that Bill had jokingly put a ribbon over the gate for Fliss to cut, which she did to a few cheers and some sarcastic comments from her brother, one of which earned him a slap round the back of the head from Verity. Frank watched as she showed everyone around, Jake taking particular interest in the state of the art security system that was installed as he said it was similar to the one he was looking at for Lisa’s cake shop. The pride was simply flowing out of Fliss as she talked and explained everything, and Frank loved to see it. A few hours later, it was dark and their back yard was lit up by the various strings of lights and lamps dotted all around, which Frank fake-grumpily liked to point out made their garden look like a Fairy’s grotto. The air was full of chatter, light music and laughter as everyone milled around in the way they always do at parties. After more drinks and the food had been eaten, Fliss said she was going to head up to check on Cleo and Frank hastily offered to go with her, not least because he didn’t want her going alone, but because he wanted to snatch a moment alone for the pair of them. It was a beautiful, clear night. Peaceful and quiet bar the sounds of crickets. The horses, who were in the fields happily settled, all raised their heads as they passed, Cap trotting over to the fence line to greet them. Frank gave him a quick stroke on the nose before they moved down to the next paddock and Fliss ducked under the electric fencing and strode over to check Cleo. Satisfied that nothing was amiss she came back, a smile on her face and they set off back down the path, her hand linked in his. “Thank you.” She broke the comfortable silence a moment or so later.

“What for?” Frank glanced down at her and she let out a contented sigh.

“Everything today. And everything everyday.” She said, her voice laced with happiness. “All my gifts, it just shows how much you actually listen to me...”

“What you mean is I don’t ignore you deliberately as you accuse me of doing?” Frank shot back and Fliss snorted.

“If anything this proves it is deliberate when you do something I don’t like.” She looked at him and he chuckled before shook her head. “I still can’t believe you managed to get a horse here from England.”

“Yeah and basically empties half our savings.” He snorted and she shrugged.

“She’s worth it. I’m impressed, Francis.”

"Well like I said, I had a little help, it was a family affair.”

“I know and I love that Mum and Dad and Steve all chipped in but still, it was your idea.” She smiled. “It’s so thoughtful.”

“Well, you spend enough time thinking about everyone else, making sure we’re all happy,” Frank shrugged, the pleasure lancing through his system at her happiness made him in turn feel contend. “I thought it was time you got something back.”

“You make me happy every day.” Fliss shrugged. “And I’m not saying that just to be sentimental either. It’s a fact. And you know what else is a fact?”

“What?”

“That you’ve now imported as many horses into this county as I have.”

“Guess that makes me the Cowboy to your Cowgirl.” He nodded seriously as they stopped at the end of the path by the large open fronted barn just off the main yard area.

“Yeah? Is there a snake in your boots?”

“There’s one in my pants.” Frank grinned, and she laughed.

“Is it dangerous?”

“No, but it spits.”

“Frank!” She scoffed, elbowing him in the side as he laughed, looping his arm round her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her head as he pulled her back into him, his chest flush to her back. “Wanna fuck in the haybarn?” His voice was deep and soft in her ear as his lips dropped to the side of her neck, large hands curling softly over the curve of her hip, the cotton of her dress bunched in his fingers. Her entire body erupted into goose bumps and her belly was in knots, but still it was there, that overwhelming sense of comfort and familiarity that enabled her to laugh softly as she tilted her head to the side to look at him. “Only taken you what? Like three years to suggest that?” "So I'm a little slow.” Frank chuckled as she turned to face him, her hands sliding up his chest. “Well,” she smirked up at him, eyes flashing in the moonlight, “better turn up the speed because they’ll be wondering where we are.” “Fuck ‘em.” Frank shrugged, but still he wasted no time as he hurriedly backed Fliss into the haybarn, the two falling into a pile of it with a giggle. His large hands hiked up the sides of her dress, exposing her panty covered mound as his lips latched to hers in a deep and tantalizing dance. Thick fingers, soft and rough in their own way, played at the hemline of her panties just at the apex of her thighs, a thumb pressing into her clit just over the fabric. As his mouth moved from hers to her jawline, the scruff of his beard giving her that delectable burn she loved so much, a needy rumble vibrated from her throat and chest, Fliss enjoying every bit of pressure Frank offered. Then, a cool breeze touched her wet opening as she realized Frank had moved her panties to the side, an elicit sound escaping her lips as he slipped two fingers inside her. "You know today, I remember thinking that your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world.” Frank’s breath was hot on her ear as his teeth nipped at her neck. “I was wrong, it's your moans." Fliss choked a little on another groan as his fingers curled against her spot, over and over, in a beckoning motion, as if he was motioning her towards him. The heel of his palm pressed up against her clit and she pushed her hips down, rotating them a little as she sought out the friction of his strong but gentle touch. “That what you want?” Frank’s voice was husky, his mouth hovering over hers as she gave a wanton mewl, his hand keeping the same steady pace, forcing her to up his. “You wanna cum on my fingers, huh?” “Yeah, God, Frank...” a hoarse murmur slipped from her lips as her eyes flickered shut, head tipping back in pleasure. “Jesus, that feels good!” “I got something that’ll feel even better.” He quipped in a low, rough tone that was almost a growl and a grin spread across Fliss’ lips as he slanted his mouth over hers, swallowing the noise of protest she made as he removed fingers from inside her, kneeling up, both his hands flying to his belt buckle. Fliss sat up, wriggling her panties down her legs and over her boots. With a cheeky flick of her eyebrow she tossed them straight at him. Possessing reflexes Fred would be proud of, Frank caught them in his left hand and held them to his face, his eyes locked on hers as he pressed his nose into them, inhaling deeply. “You’re a dirty, little shit, Adler.” She let out a naughty sounding chuckle as Frank stuffed her panties into his back pocket. “Yeah, and you’re filthy, goddamned minx, Gallagher.” He quipped back, and a matter of seconds later he had his jeans and boxers down over his slim hips. Falling back over her, his mouth pressed back to hers again and he gave a hiss through his teeth as she reached down and grabbed him in her hand. Her fingers curled around his shaft and she gave him a few, quick strokes, before she guided him to where she wanted him. Slowly he pushed into her, the pair of them letting out a shuddered breath before his hips began to move quickly back and forth with fast, shallow thrusts and Frank reached down, large fingers curling over her thigh, hooking her leg up round his waist. His hand moved upwards, bunching the hem of her dress up, stopping as he grabbed at her hip, his other palm flat on the rough, coarse hay bale that they were propped up against. His lips crashed to hers in a desperate, needy kiss. His tongue traced the inside of her mouth as her hands tangled in his hair and she let out a little whimper, tipping her hips up to meet his as his thrusts grew deeper, more powerful, his pace still equally as fast as he drove her nearer and nearer to her high, a broken groan rumbling from his chest as he felt her walls tightening down around him. Fliss’ chest hitched, and her eyes closed momentarily, her mouth falling open as she croaked his name repeatedly, almost in time with his thrusts, a mantra as he watched her face which was contorted in pleasure. “Feels so good, don’t stop.” She mumbled, her hands tangling in his hair as her eyes opened. His forehead pressed to hers, a sheen of sweat covering both their red faces as his hips snapped back and forth, simple, fast ruts. Fliss could feel him, deep inside her, and soon that familiar heat and tingling began to burn between her legs and in the bottom of her belly. Her breathing quickened and then the waves of pleasure washed over her, her back arching as she gave a loud cry her nails digging into his scalp. Frank continued thrusting through her orgasm, and it didn’t take him long to catch up with her. “Fuck, Lissy...” his words cut off and a broken whimper slipped from his mouth as he came with a final deep thrust, his fingers tightening around her waist before he collapsed forward, burying his head against her neck. Fliss could feel herself pulsing around him, the aftershocks of her orgasm still coursing through her body, her walls contracting every so often as they lay still, his dick still twitching inside of her. Leaving a soft kiss to the spot under her neck, Frank pushed himself up and brushed his nose against hers, giving her a soft kiss as she gave a hum of satisfaction, the fingers of one hand gently stroking the nape of his neck, the other brushing up and down his bicep. “We should get back.” She whispered. “We’ve been gone half an hour.” Frank gave a groan but nodded and moved gently away, pulling out of her. He stood up, held his hand out and helped her to her feet, tugging her into him, large hands cupping her face. He kissed her again, deeply and she smiled as he pressed his forehead to hers. “Love you.” His lips pecked hers again, and she chuckled, giving him another kiss. “Love you too.” She beamed, stepping back to sort her hair out. Frank pulled his boxers and jeans up, brushing the remnants of forage and dust off his thighs and shirt before Fliss turned round and he did the same to her, plucking away a few strands of straw and hay that had become tangled in her auburn locks. “Am I presentable?” She asked and Frank nodded. “The evidence of our crime is eradicated.” He nodded, giving her a little smirk before he jerked his head towards the outside. “Erm, you’re forgetting something.” Fliss stopped him. “What?” “My knickers.” She held her hand out, palm opened and Frank gave a teasing frown. “Oh, do I have those?” He asked and she rolled her eyes, his hand falling to her hip. “Yes, so gimme.” Her fingers curled into her palm and back out in a demanding gesture and Frank shrugged. “You threw 'em away, so I think I’ll keep 'em.” “Frank, I can’t go back with nothing on underneath this!” She gestured to the floaty skirt of her knee length sundress and Frank shook his head. “Just don’t bend over and we’re good.” He looked at her with that maddening, cheeky smile, holding out his hand. “Such an asshole.” She scoffed, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her out of the barn.

As they walked, she squirmed a little, feeling his release beginning to trickle down her leg and Frank looked at her, a knowing smug expression on his face and she glared at him. “I’m going straight upstairs to clean up.” She grumbled and he laughed, letting go of her hand so he could loop and arm round her shoulders. “That would be rude considering we have guests.” He teased, pulling her close he pressed a kiss to her head as her own arm slipped round his waist, a smile on her face, the sounds of laughter and chatter from their guests drifting to their ears as they neared the farm house. They walked into the back yard through the gates and Fliss smiled at Mary who came running over. “Was she okay?” “Yup, settled in the field with Monty and eating away. He’s a good babysitter.” “That’s so cool!” “Where’s Alex?” Frank asked and Mary looked at him. “Poppa Bill has him.” She said, and Frank glanced around to see the man in question did indeed have their son in his arms, the baby grabbing at his short, grey hair letting out squeals as Bill pretended to bite his little neck. “Hey Mom, are we still going in the pool? Joel and Charlie are exited for night swimming!” “Yeah, in fact I’ll go in and get changed right away.” Fliss smiled, shooting a smug glance at Frank as she has been unwittingly handed a perfect excuse to go and clean up. “Cool!” Mary shot off, passing Bill as he walked over towards them. “Hey Dad!” Fliss smiled, “I’ll be right back, the kids want to go swimming so...” “Yeah okay.” He smiled, handing Alex over to his dad who pressed a kiss to his chubby cheeks. “Oh, Titch?” “Hmm?” She spun round to face him and Bill looked at her then to Frank and back again, his eyebrow raised. “Might wanna pull that hay out of your hair too before you come back down.” Fliss felt her cheeks heat up and her hands hastily moved to the back of her head, pulling a few long strands from her ponytail. She threw an accusatory glance at Frank who simply shrugged. “Guess I missed a bit.” He replied innocently, although he was anything but. He knew full well they were there, but there was that naughty, smug little shit inside of him that had wanted everyone to know they’d just been for a roll in the hay, quite literally. It appealed to his macho, alpha-male masculinity. “Dick.” Fliss scoffed, and as she headed inside his laughter accompanied by her dad’s exasperated chuckle hit her ears.

**** Chapter 26

#riding on #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #Fliss gallagher #frank adler x original female character #frank adler x oc #gifted #gifted fan fic #chris evans #chris evans characters

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beautifulmakkaris · 2 years

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UM UM UM BESTIE PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU I WANNA READ THAT BTVS FIC!!! I LITERALLY LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT AHAHAHAHAH. OMG THE CLAW OR HISTORICAL SOCIETY AS THE LIBRARY AHHH OMG YES EVERYTHING ABOUT IT!!!

ANON!!!! this ask made me so happy!! here's a snippet because you brought me so much joy:

A quick trip to the local library and a skim through the Yellow Pages directs Nancy to a old townhouse; the stairs are creaky as she makes her way onto the porch, but other than that the place looks well-kept, worn and lived in and humming with life.

A dark haired girl answers the door with a beaming smile. “Hi!”

“Hi.” Nancy says back, slightly uneasy at the cheer. She used to be peppy too; she had pep in spades in high school, doled out in her cheerleading uniform through the corridors and on the edge of the football pitch. That was before, naturally, before she spent most nights patrolling graveyards, tanked her grades, got kicked off the team and then (“allegedly!” Carson’s voice says in her head) burnt down the school gym the night of senior prom. “I’m Nancy Drew and-“

The girl squeals, tugging her inside instantly, through to a parlour type room. A large desk stands in the centre, with books piled high, leather-bound and worn but clearly well looked after. There are some armchairs, a beautiful fireplace and, in one corner, a smaller desk with a state of the art Mackintosh computer. Behind said computer is a guy, possibly a few years older than Nancy, typing away at an impressive speed, the keyboard clacking rhythmically beneath his fingers.

“I’m Bess,” The girl introduces herself. “That’s Ace. We intern here.”

Ace doesn’t look phased by Bess’ presence or her volume, looking away from the screen with an amiable smile and a vague wave before diving back in.

“He’s computer guy.” Bess adds conspiratorially, as though Nancy is supposed to understand what that means.

She offers a half-hearted smile, still taken aback by the welcome. “Yeah, so I think someone delivered this card to my house?” She holds up the crisp white paper emblazoned with the logo that hangs over the door to the building: The Horseshoe Bay Historical Society.

“Oh! That was me!” Bess gushes. “Hannah asked me to make sure you knew to come here.”

“Hannah?” Nancy questions, heart sinking; she knows she usually keeps to herself more than the average human being (for excellent reasons such as she attracts bitey-bitey, sucky-sucky monsters) but meeting three new people on her first day in town is already feeling like Too Much. With Bess around, she's only managed to spit out a handful of words but they still feel like more than she's spoken in weeks, choosing to greet her dad with reproachful silence and ignore the rest of the world.

“She’s the Keeper of the Historical Society.” Bess demonstrates with a flourish of her arm, then drops her voice conspiratorially. “And she’s training me to be a witch.”

Nancy feels a flare of panic bolt down her spine like an electric shock. Absolutely not. No way. She refuses to be caught up in this world of demons and goblins and boogeymen again. As much as Carson’s relentless false optimism is grating on her, she does want Horseshoe Bay to be a fresh start – for her. One free of magic and all the responsibilities it brought crashing down on her shoulders just because some old white dudes from England said it should be so.

“Haha.” She laughs, aiming for dry and landing somewhere around shrill. “A witch? Like magic? That’s not real. Haha.”

The guy – Ace - looks over from the chunky Mackintosh computer he’s typing away at, clearly bemused by her reaction. He’s got a cap on backwards over shoulder length hair and an oversized patterned shirt, every inch the typical skater bro Nancy very much did not associate with in high school.

“Aren’t you supposed to be, like, the expert on that stuff?” He asks.

“Stuff?” Nancy repeats. “I don’t know about stuff.”

“You know,” He pushes up from the desk, meanders over to sling an arm over Bess’ shoulders. He looks entirely out of place here, scuffed sneakers on antique carpets, but seems comfortable. “Vampires, werewolves, demons, other assorted creatures that go bump in the night.”

“Werewolves are just humans. They’re not dangerous as long as you take precautions.” Nancy says reflexively and Ace grins.

“See. You’re expert girl.”

Nancy takes several steps back from the pair of them because their joint energy is way too much for her right now and she actually might have a panic attack if one more magical entity is invoked in this conversation. The last year people have been holding her at arm’s length, first out of pity for her mother’s death, then out of fear because she’s the crazy girl who lashed out and destroyed the school gym.

“No, no, I’m not, I’m-“

“Nancy Drew.” An older woman steps gracefully into the room, another leather-bound book cradled tenderly in scarred arms. Noticing Nancy’s gaze drawn to the burned skin, she smiles ruefully. “Fire is deadly to vampires as you know, but its pretty damaging for humans too.”

Ashamed, Nancy shakes her head; she’s so overwhelmed that she’s forgetting basic manners now, not that she’s had much use for those recently.

“I’m Hannah.” The new arrival introduces, smiling warmly. “I’m your new Watcher.”

“Oh. Oh no. No, thanks.” Nancy laughs awkwardly. “I was just telling these guys - I don’t do that anymore.”

“But you’re the Chosen One.” Hannah presses, clutching the thick tome to her chest, scarred hands almost obscuring the title written in swirling cursive: Vampyres.

The sight of it sends a shudder down Nancy’s spine, memories of frigid nights patrolling cemeteries, the snick of vampire teeth snapping closed inches from her neck. That inevitably leads her down the memory rabbit hole of that night, when she’d told her parents she was at the Winter Formal but in reality had been tracking down a nest of vampires to their root, determined to make sure they couldn’t claim any more victims, found herself way over her head and stumbled home, bruised and aching, only to find her mom had-

Gone.

“No. I’m not.” Nancy backs up. “I’m un-chosen. I don’t want it anymore. I never did!”

Hannah smiles at her sympathetically, sadly, and for half a second Nancy wonders if Hannah might know something about living a fate you never asked for.

Hannah smiles at her sympathetically. “I’m afraid that’s not possible, Nancy. We all have our burdens to bear.”

“Yeah, well most nineteen-year-old girls don’t have the burden of vampire slaying!” Nancy can feel herself getting hysterical, hot tears building out of resentment and anger and frustration. “I didn’t ask for this!”

“Most nineteen-year-old girls also don’t have us.” Bess pipes in with surprising gentleness. At Nancy’s raised eyebrows, she gestures between herself, Ace and Hannah. “Magic girl, computer guy, book lady.” She rattles off, pointing at them each in turn. “aka, the dream team. A veritable Scooby gang, if you will.”

Nancy shakes her head reflexively before Bess has even finished speaking; its one thing to put herself in danger - which she is not going to do - but its another to rope others, civilians, into the battle between good and evil too.

“Come on, Nancy,” Hannah coaxes gently. “I know you can feel it. The pull to Horseshoe Bay, the magical energy. The town is built on a Hell Mouth. That’s how Bess ended up here, despite not knowing her potential as a witch."

A Hell Mouth. Nancy barks out a harsh laugh. Great. That’s great. Good job, Carson, you moved us from one magical hell hole to another.

"And your natural Slayer skills – curiosity, innovation, quick-thinking. You were born with those – they were always going to be a part of you." Hannah continues. "You can deny destiny all you want. It’ll catch up to you in the end.”

Nancy ignores the hot, resentful tears building in her eyes. No one has seen her cry since Kate Drew’s funeral and she certainly isn’t breaking that self-imposed ban for a bunch of strangers on her first day in town.

“Well, when it does, I’ll beep you.” She spits, pushing past Hannah and blindly stumbling out of the door, taking the porch stairs two at a time in her rush to get away.

#nancy drew fanfiction #nancy drew cw #i think if i commit and fully write this #it won't be out for a few months #and it will also be a BEAST #nancy drew #bess marvin #ace hardy #hannah gruen

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lil-bumbum · 4 years

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Shiro x male galra reader

×3rd pov×

M/n!! Please it's me!it's Shiro, your friend! ", Shiro yells begging for his galran friend to respond. (m/n) ignores his friends plea as he continues working with Haxus on the controls of the ship. Sendak chuckles evilly. " He won't help Shiro. ", he says chuckling more. "(m/n)! I know you remember me! You have too! You helped me escape!! ", Shiro yells, now frustrated. " After he had helped you we punished him and did some.......upgrading.", Sendak says smiling at shiro's distress.

"Sir, you should listen to this. ", Haxus says to Sendak. " What is it? ", Sendak says still staring at Shiro, smirking. " I found a radio signal, sir. We think there is another paladin inside the castle, sir. ", (m/n) says, catching Sendaks attention. Sendak walks over to the pair. There is static but if you listen hard you can hear the fuzzy, muffled voices. " Make it clear.", Sendak demands getting a nod from (m/n). The said boys expert hands flying across the controls.

The signal gets clear enough to where you can clearly make out the words being spoken. "We now know where the paladin is.", Haxus says smirking. " Follow the paladin, then kill them. (m/n) you stay on the controls and wait. ", Sendak orders. (M/n) once again nods as Haxus runs to find the paladin. "You called me space cow because you read books about earth and you said my hair reminded you of a cow!!! ", Shiro yells, his eyes full of sadness and hurt.

(M/n)'s head snapped up and his hands froze. The collar around his neck sparked a little bit. Shiro's eyes widened as Lance laughed at the ridiculous nickname despite them being in a literal life or death situation. 'Why didn't I notice that collar before! '. Shiro thought mentally smacking himself. " WHO SAID YOU CAN STOP!? GET BACK TO WORK! ", Sendak yelled making (m/n) snap out of his daze. " You never called me champion because you know how much I hate that name!"

"You always said 'You have to fight it. If you let your arm control you then that means the galra wins.' You would steal food so that I can have something to eat! You were never scared of me even though I'm scared of myself! You helped me escape even though you knew that death is one of the punishments!! ", Shiro yelled at the ravenette/white haired boy. ((I think galrans only have black, purple or white hair)) . (M/n) froze again. All of the memories flooding back.

(M/n) falls to his knees, clawing at his head. He screams in pain as he remembers his punishment. The knives, the whips, all of the blood and bruises. Getting beaten to the point where he thought he would die. He whispers, shaking and muttering to himself. Then (m/n) finally faints as his collar stops sparking and starts smoking. Shiro and Lance stare, eyes wide. Shiro's in shock and regret for leaving his friend. Lance's in shock and sympathy.

Sendak walks to (m/n) 's unconscious body. Shiro eyes now filled with anger. " DON'T TOUCH HIM! ", he yells. Sendak ignores Shiro and taps (m/n) 's foot with his own. He growls turning around, ready to strangle Shiro and Lance. As he angrily walks toward the two there is a big boom, echoing through the halls. The lights spasming on and off before finally stopping leaving everyone in darkness. Sendak yells in anger as his plan to take control of the ship back fires.

The sounds of grunts and hitting reach his ears. The lights turn back on, this time glowing blue instead of red meaning it's no longer under galran control. Sendak spins around. The droids on the floor in pieces Shiro and Lance gone. He growls turning back around toward (m/n) 's body to find that he is also gone. He walks over to the controls and punches the table in anger. He now has no choice but to retreat. Lance and Shiro runs, (m/n) in Shiro's arms.

Shiro stares as (m/n) and notices his purple skin is paler than usual, his body lightly shaking, his eyes going back forth under their lids, and his breathing shaky. Shiro runs faster wanting to help his friend before its too late.

×TIMESKIP×

Muffled talking echoes through the halls. Hunk staring at the stove ((Do alteans have stoves?)) thinking about what had happened. All of the lions we're almost taken and hundreds maybe even thousands of innocent lives were almost killed. And now there's galran in one of their healing pods. Hunk is snapped out of his thoughts by a sizzling sound. 'Balls, balls, balls! I forgot about the food'. Hunk rushes to mix the oddly bright, chunky mixture so that it doesn't burn any more than it already has. He tuned off the stove and gets plated for the group and scoops up the bright green goop and puts it on each plate.

He holds all of the plates on his arms like a waiter and makes his way to where the rest are thinking of what to do. He hears yelling as he walks closer to the closed doors. And almost drops the plates as the big door slams open and Shiro stomps away. Hunk regains his balance and walks into the room, nervously smiling at the tense, cold feeling radiating off of allura. He gives each member their plate and shaking makes his way toward allura, pulling his collar as he sweats. He quickly drops her plate in front her and runs to his spot.

×Shiro's P.O.V×

I angrily stomp my way to the healing pods. I know I should calm down but I can't help it. It's not their fault that they're not fond of galrans but not ALL of them are evil. (M/n) proved that. He was the first to show me kindness and he wasn't afraid to help me. He gave me whatever I needed and he helped me escape with no hesitation. 'He's my........... friend. If the others gave him a chance the would realize he doesn't plan on hurting anyone'. I start thinking about what I had just thought about. 'What is (m/n) to me? '. I shake my head as I open the door to the healing pods. I walk over to (m/n) 's pod and stop. I feel my anger dissapear as its replaced with sadness and regret. My eyes soften as I look at the scars covering his body.

'I should've taken you with me', I thought. I look at his face, he looks so worried and sad. I put my hand on the glass that separates us. I see his finger twitch and I jump back as his hand shot up. His hand in the spot where I had put my hand before I jumped back. I cautiously step forward reaching my hand out. I put my hand where his is. (M/n) 's eyes snap open and the pods starts opening. I step back again just in case he's still being controlled. But my caution flies out the window as I reach forward and catch him before he hits the floor.

×(M/N) POV×

'Where am I? Why can't I move? '. I try to open my eyes but I'm rewarded with nothing. I slowly start to panic as I can't move no matter how hard I try. I stop as I hear muttering. " I should've taken you with me. ". 'That voice..... I know that voice!,I can't remember who that voice belong too.i have to see who they are!'. I again try to move but get nothing. I continue to try and then I feel my finger twitch. 'Yes! Just a little more'. I think as I slowly gain control of my arm.

I move my arm trying to feel where I am since Im slowly gaining control of everything but my eyes are still heavy. I raise my hand up and I hit something cold and hard. I hear something shuffle and then I feel warmth where my hand is despite the glass being cold. I struggle to open my eyes and when they do I open all I can see is a blurry black shape. I hear a hissing sound and a mist surrounds me as I no longer feel the glass. I try to walk but instead I fall not being able to feel my legs. I put my hands in front of me to protect my face and they hit something warm and hard. I open my eyes and and notice I was in someone's arms. " (M/n) are you okay!? ", a panicked voice says. I look up and my vision cleared and I recognized the mystery person as " Shiro? What..... where are we? ", I ask confused.

Shiro holds me at arms length as i grab hold of his arms to keep me standing. He stares at me as I stare back in confusion. I open my mouth to say something but Shiro pulls me back into a hug. He nuzzles into my hair and holds me tighter to his hard chest. I feel him start to shake and I feel something wet. I look up as best as I can since I'm being crushed into his chest. "Shiro? ", I ask softly.

×3rd pov×

" Shiro? ", (m/n) softly asks. Shiro looks down at (m/n) seeing his confusion. Shiro gently lifts his hand up to (m/n) 's cheek, softly rubbing his light/dark purple cheek. " I'm sorry, I'm so sorry", Shiro whispers to (m/n). (M/n) looks even more confused. "What are you apologizing for?", the galran asks his human..... friend? " I left you. I left you instead of taking you with me", Shiro says laying his forhead on (m/n) 's. (M/n) huffs. "We both know I wouldn't have left Shiro. Someone had to distract the guards and it definitely wasn't going to he you. ", (m/n) says. Shiro sighs knowing that he's right.

" But they hurt you. I should've come back for you immediately after...", Shiro's voice cracks. (M/n) cuts him off. "No, Shiro. What's more important one life or millions of others? Besides I'm right here in front of you. In your arms. ", (m/n) says sternly but soft. Shiro looks into (m/n)'s (e/c) eyes. Those eyes that have always read him like an open books, the eyes that seem to be staring right into his soul. The eyes that made him melt and go soft. " I missed you.... so much", Shiro whispers after a moment of silence. "Me too.", (m/n) whispers back.

(M/n) closes his eyes, leaning into Shiro hand as his fluffy purple ears twitch cutely. Shiro silently watches (m/n) enjoy all of the warmth he's getting. Shiro hesitantly moves forward as he closes his eyes. His lips connecting with (m/n)'s. (M/n)'s eyes flew open in surprise as his ears rise up, he slowly closes his eyes and purr ((i feel like they would purr idk 😅)) enjoying the pleasant feeling of the humans lips on his. There are no Sparks or tingles but there is definitely love. The two seperate from the kiss and look into each other's eyes. " (M/n), I love you.", Shiro says sincerely. "Shiro,...... ". Shiro looks at (m/n) with hopeful eyes. "... I don't know what that means", (m/n) says nervously chuckling as Shiro sweat drops forgetting the galran boy doesn't know most human terms. Shiro chuckles hugging (m/n) again. " My galran boy", he says breathing in (m/n)'s scent. "My space cow", (m/n) says smirking evilly as Shiro's eyes snapped open and narrowed his eyes at his now lover.

#shiro #voltron #voltron Shiro #galra #voltron galra #voltron x male reader #shiro x male reader #shiro x galra male reader #voltron x galra male reader #male reader #x male reader

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bang-tan-bitches · 5 years

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DISCLAIMER: Hey everyone! A&B here! Just a quick note to say that we DID NOT write this fic! It was written by one of our lovely followers for our writing contest. So please enjoy and remember to vote!

Title: Things That Go Bump In The Night Rating: M Genre: Smut Warnings: oral sex, penetrative sex, sensation play, scratching Summary: Halloween party plans get canceled when you decide it’s better to be things that go bump in the night

Tonight, you get sweet revenge.

Looking into the rectangular accent mirror, ignoring the specks of dust clinging on, it’s one more coat of rouge ecstasy, the crimson shade you can’t wait to stain him with. The cute beauty mark on his neck will be first to get it. But later, there’s a party to attend first.

His dresser top should be kept neater. Cologne bottles, scattered change, and tangled charging wires drive you crazy, but not nearly as much as the ceramic atrocity. Your hands dig through the bowl he’s filled with picks, a chunky ugly piece he made long ago. Plastic, plastic, there. You need Jungkook’s stainless steel guitar picks for this idea because they slide onto fingers and extend like claws.

Jungkook’s still in the soft rumpled bed, no closer to getting his costume on. A black pinstripe suit in an extra skinny cut for Jack Skellington isn’t too involved, but you want to get his face makeup right for best effects. You don’t care about the prize, but Jungkook’s burning hatred of losing has rubbed off on you.

“I thought you liked blues, at least sometimes. That’s part of the reason I’m learning,” he calls out when he sees you stealing the steel picks, rolling over but the wrong way, further into the wonderfully textured blankets that swaddle.

You’ll have to pull him out yourself. “I do. That’s the problem. You’re butchering them.” You can give a half-smile while peeling back the outermost layer of covers, light and airy to the touch you can understand their charm.

Sitting over Jungkook's middle, you’re shaken from the hearty laughs coming deep from his defined stomach. They use more energy than slipping a suit on would.

Threading a pick carefully over each stern finger, you chide, “I’m not sure I’d be laughing,” but punishments are always more like ‘funishments’ between you.

His laughter halts, but your comment gives rise to his hardening cock, tapping at your backside. He knows you love him, but loves it when you’re mean. “Let’s not go out. Let’s stay right here.” Jungkook tries to pat at the bed but gets twisted in the stretchy sheets, jersey cotton comfy, but tangly. They're the set you always get caught in during the best sex.

In bed with you is his favorite place to be, so crawling on top to retrieve Jungkook backfired. It’s Halloween and he just wants to stake you. The shiny gloss on your lips makes them look like hard candy, and Jungkook would do anything for a taste. He shivers when his mind goes forward, daring to imagine a suck. He knows you’re better than any Halloween candy or costume party and gives another insistent push at your bottom through pajama pants.

“I feel that. I came over to wake up my boy toy, but this is something else.” You feel it and have to fight back the part of you that wants to rip through layers and take what’s yours and knocking so rudely without delay, but the party.

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook squeezes his muscles, making his cock pulse again, this time stronger than the last.

Cool edge of a steel pick to his throat, you draw your finger across lightly and solemnly warn, “Stop it,” before bringing your hot lips to graze his in a kiss that feels simultaneously brief and everlasting.

‘Or what’ Jungkook wonders to himself, going crazy over the possibilities, until conscious of the cold absence where your lips had been. Needing more, he grabs your tapered hips with confidence to hold you to his growing bulge, beginning to buck up gently. “I obviously like your impromptu claws. Even if they don’t match your costume.”

“Yeah?" Your mouths meet again, familiar friends that need not waste time on introductions. "They make you want to be things that go bump in the night?”

Headboard bumping, forgotten water glasses on the nightstand sloshing and threatening to go over, feet knocking against the other’s skin is some of your favorite sex and precisely what you want after seeing your gloss smeared red across his lips.

“Oh yeah. Real bad. Couldn’t make it through a party even if I wanted to. It’d be newsworthy. ‘Jack Skellington bones Sally against the windows at the Skyline Club.’”

He was kidding, but it’s a thought.

“It’d be just like in the movie. News blasting everywhere, ‘Jack Skellington blown to smithereens!”

The more he laughs, the more his proud cock begs and prods.

You were already partially ready, makeup done, and fishnets on. “Have to miss a party because you can’t control yourself around me? Should I make you call our friends and tell them exactly why we won’t be able to attend?”

With a teasing lick over his upper teeth, Jungkook starts working down your stockings and says, “If that pleases you, I’m sure they would understand.”

“You little shit.” Your hands glide over the smooth expanse of his chest, needy pussy clenching once around nothing over the streaks your fingers leave like contrails behind planes. Tightening the picks over your fingers, “Fine. But make it worth it. Tell me, do you like it when my claws caress?”

“Yes.” He's quiet and biting at a favorite freckle of yours right below his lip.

“Tickle?” you ask, tucking them into his armpits until he’s retracting, and his laughter turns to squeals.

Doubling over in unconscious self-defense, Jungkook yelps, “Yes. Yes! Yes! I said, yes!” before straightening out for more.

“Grip?” You dig the steel into the sides of his ass, thumb over his hips.

“Mmmm Yesssssss.” Jungkook has never been surer that debauchery outranks polite society.

“Scratch?” you ask as one last question, knowing for certain anything you do, Jungkook will find enthralling and intoxicating.

“Oh, ye-yes,” Jungkook gasps as his feet slam against the mattress.

“Give me your back then.”

You let your tongue lick like fire up Jungkook's spine. His skin reminds you of blood orange, able to be sweet and tart, almost floral from notes of lingering body wash. You'd play connect the dots with his freckles if you hadn't broken plans for other plans. Your fingers scratch in slow, deliberate lines, spelling letters Jungkook tries to guess before he gives way to just groaning and enjoying what he's given. It's when he gets too comfortable you make him move for you.

“Roll over.”

You let the claws ghost the length of his hard cock, making Jungkook’s hips jump. You give them a press into his sides while you slide your mouth down his length. Higher up they work as you pump him hands-free, your lips wrapping over your teeth, his tip tapping at the back of your pink throat, slick with your spit. You let your fingers scratch down his stomach. The way Jungkook’s body reacts is thrilling. You let them dig, skin lightening around them from pressure as you concentrate your mouth’s effort on his head.

His legs twitch, and his balls tighten when he feels the claws gently tickle. They graze trimmed hair he’s thankful to have as armor. Jungkook is excited to the point his cock leaks for you when you pull off and let your nails play more with his length and tip. You bite your spit-shiny lip at the sight of him so worked up. He’ll barely survive alternating firm, slow tugs, and light, quick scratches, if at all.

“Let me eat you,” Jungkook pants, urgency obvious.

“Gladly.”

On your back, propped up on bent elbows, you wait for Jungkook’s move.

“No. Back all the way.”

You could correct him for trying to boss you around, but let it slide, seeing the way he reverently rolls your skirt up, inch by inch, before tucking it into its waistband out of the way.

You rip off your top and then settle in. Letting yourself sink into your favorite pillow, you feel Jungkook between your legs, crawling up with kisses from your calf to your cunt. Spreading them wider gently as he goes, Jungkook pushes on your legs, so you’re on full display for him to devour. His touch is so sensual, the perfect setting between firm and soft, like a sleepnumber sex toy that loves you and makes breakfast.

“Lick it.”

The first lick is light, bottom to top. The next has more pressure, roughness able to be felt licking a wet stripe over your sensitive seam, dipping shallow into your core on its pass. At your clit, Jungkook sucks, letting his nose press to your skin. You’re both groaning, and your heels dig into his chiseled, muscled sides. Not wanting anything between you, with slithers like a snake, Jungkook maneuvers out of his bottoms. You can see him rocking his hips slowly, rutting against the bed. Running your fingers through his hair, letting the claws gently massage his scalp is the only comfort you’re willing to give right now. You like keeping him desperate. You let your head dip back, and your eyes close while imagining how great it would be if he came messily all over the bed just from loving eating you and pleasing you so much. It’s happened before, and you’re sure you’ll get it again, but maybe not tonight.

One finger goes in and then another. You can feel them bending as they pump, his other knuckles nudging against your ass, it all making your legs want to shake. Jungkook stops sucking and allows you to grind against his stiffened tongue.

“Oh, yes,” on repeat is all you can manage, especially when he looks at you that way. His eyes, endless dark brown pools, set on seeing you writhe and thrash and then finally cum upon his tongue.

“Ah!” The gentle cry pours out from his lips like a prayer when he imagines it. One more finger and doubled efforts, faster now and hitting just right.

His face turns, his nose and hot breath against the dip to your thigh, his beautiful bowed top lip anchored to your mound so his tongue can lap at you until he feels you squeeze.

“You want to see me come on your tongue, don’t you?”

Jungkook’s eyes close, and he nods yes with a moan, the movement and vibrations leaving you dangerously close, nearly delirious.

Returning to your senses against better judgment, “I’m not going to.”

Jungkook’s eyes shoot open and beg as he sucks at your clit.

“It’s Halloween. I’m afraid I need your wooden stake.”

Jungkook’s fingers glide over your pussy, playing in the slick mess he’s made. “Combining lore? Aren’t wooden stakes more of a vampire thing?” If he presses just right, he could still make you gush. Jungkook wonders what he’d be in for if he made you cum after you’d said no. He could fight it, remind you that you said no to on his tongue, but nothing about around his fist or squirting down his arm.

“Are you going to shut up and fuck me?”

“Mm. That.” Jungkook lifts you by your hips to sit directly on his stiff dick.

“Ahhhhhh,” Jungkook sighs out as his length slips into your cunt that’s soaking wet for him. “Always feels so good for me. Need to make you feel good too.”

It makes you swallow hard, taking his length so quickly in one go. Into his shoulder you pant, “I guess you don’t have to shut up if you say such nice things.”

“So good around me. I think about it all the time.”

You squeeze your legs around his sides. “You dream about me? My pussy or me?”

“Both. You. All of you. Can’t get enough.”

You can see the veins on the sides of his face start to stick out from concentration and need. His hands wander every bend of your body, unable to choose a favorite part, unable to get enough.

“Fuck me, really fuck me, Googie.”

Jungkook lunges, laying you on your back, crushed under his weight and paradise. His hands cup your breasts, and he pinches your nipples between his fingers. “You asked for it,” he growls.

You can see the way his earrings swing and his hair bounces with every fuck into you. Mattress and frame battling, headboard against the wall, his hips slam to yours, and the room is filled by the noise of things that go bump in the night.

Foreheads pressed together, your lips grazing his smooth skin as his body bounces you, you can feel your need tighten like a vise. As his nose bumps yours over and over and he stares into your eyes with romantic devotion, you’re impressed by his tenderness for you even while pounding you into the mattress just the way you asked for. You know there’s no way he’ll fail you. You’re already so close.

“So good,” you praise as you’re inched towards the headboard by his driving thrusts. “Just how I want it.”

You let the claws scratch the length of his back as he pushes, his strong arms pull over you, wrapping around your head, cradling you so fierce your neck almost hurts. His breath is loud and ragged, hot against your ear. Your hands hold to his ass to clutch every last bit of him that you can, deep inside and filling you perfectly. Jungkook is a sweet soul, soft heart, and wild fuck.

"Well, trick-or- oh shit..." It's too much. You're a goner, dissolving instantly around his rigid prick with silent screams and digging claws.

Jungkook sees your eyelids flutter as you miss your breathing he’s been measuring, not even able to finish your sentence. “Yeah, yeah,” he coaxes, voice smoky, slowing but not stopping his hips to see you through. Coming down, he relishes every small noise leaving your mouth and every flushed hot twist of your body. Lacing his long fingers calloused from practicing with yours, Jungkook gives quick sloppy in desperation kisses down your jaw and to your lips once they’ve found their way back. “Love to make you come. Love to feel you come around me. Love to know I’m good to you. Good for you.” Jungkook struggles, not able to express everything he wants perfectly when you have him so unraveled and knotted all at once and still pulse and squeeze his every inch.

Stammered whispers hit the spit and sweat-slicked curve of your neck. “Cum-Cumming. Soon.” His face screws, and his lips thin and frown, fighting back a dam ready to burst.

“Pull out. Pull out and let me see what I make you do,” you order.

Jungkook groans. He wouldn’t dare not listen this time, but he loves to cum deep inside you, nothing in the world feeling better to him. He lets the frustration out in kicks to the sheets that have twisted round his feet again before sitting back on them between your spread legs, one tug left before a high-pitched sigh and painting your skin with his won release.

Lazy and arrogant, you smile seeing him be successful in fighting instinct for you, and then wider still at the amount Jungkook spills. Belly button, under your breast, on your chest, more, and then back down, final drops splatting across your wet cunt. Jungkook feels dizzy and dry from coming so hard and lets his forehead fall hard to your shoulder while he recovers, sweat shiny, and spent as his eruption of cum spreads and sticks between your bodies.

#btb: monster mash #btb: monster mash challenge #jungkook x reader #bts smut

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nothjnq · 5 years

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ℌ𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔞 (𝔰𝔫𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔱)

The leaves crunched beneath his feet, the frost that layered on them making them even louder. His stomach turned, the only thing he felt in days was growing inside of him. He had heard her, thought he saw her a few times, but there was no way that was possible. He had to make sure that she was still there, the remnants, the parts of her that he had buried in the soil. He knew the path, their path that they had taken plenty of times for the same goddamned burden, the same sin over and over again. Plenty of lives drained out of the flesh that wrapped around their muscles and bones that were now decomposing below his sneakers. Who was buried where anymore? He had lost track at this point and the only memory he kept was of her, her crying, the pleading, the attempts to talk him down, the way it felt when the axe collided with her sternum and shook in his hands. Her face went pale and her eyes became dull and all he could do was watch her be stripped of her soul, the girl he loved but missed out on so much experience with. He remembered every joint they separated, every bone that was cut apart, her body was so lukewarm and then cold and her blood was everywhere. Everyfucking where, the hours it took to clean were agonizing and painful. Now he was hearing her, seeing her even after he knew she was nothing but parts now; cold flesh with nothing inside but guts and fragments of bones. Lilith wanted to do worse but how could it get any worse than it already was, how could she even fathom her sick, horrid, putrid thoughts and not feel anything. No remorse? No guilt. He wished so badly that he could feel that too, to be that sick and demented, he was already sick though..but in a different way. He stood there, hands shaking as he looked at the pile of dirt that was laying there, untouched. How could she possibly get out with the soil undisturbed? How did she reattach the pieces of herself? He kneeled down in the cold dirt and pressed his fingers into the cold, damp soil; hesitant and afraid. His body was shaking as his vision blurred with tears that secreted from his tear ducts, his fingers dug deeper and he began to pull. Pulling apart the debris from the makeshift grave, he started slowly before the tension and ignorance began to kill him. She had to still be in pieces, separated into 99¢ black garbage bags from the goddamn dollar store. He finally pulled back all the filth to reveal the neatly tied up bags, they were there;stuffed in the hole. He reached out slowly to touch one of the bulges that protruded from the bag, he flinched at the stiffness, the coldness and he slowly began to dig his fingers into what was hidden behind the black tint. The flesh felt thick and stiff and he made it out to be a part of her thigh, he suddenly retracted his hand as his stomach turned and he felt sick. He stood up and held back the hot, burning, chunkiness that rose in his throat; he wanted to vomit just like that night and the nights that followed. Waking up after reliving those horrible moments in his sleep, screaming, crying, puking until he couldn’t feel anything. He felt as if he was going crazy but she was still there. He composed himself and quickly began to kick the dirt back into place, using his hands to pat down the soil. There was a sudden snap of a twig that made him jolt up and look in every direction that was open, his body was shaking from the inside out. Had someone followed him, did someone know? He kept his calm, if someone saw him he could easily make something up or..defend himself if he needed to. He waited, his breath becoming heavy and then he heard it. Soft and gentle like an angel, a voice, the voice, her voice. He covered his ears quickly, shaking his head over and over, he was hearing things. He had to be, she was still there, still dead, he was fucking standing on her remnants. He slapped and clawed at his head, this was a dream and he had to wake up so that these voices could no longer fester. It had to all be a nightmare where he’d wake up in his room, he’d do anything to feel nothing but sadness and have a father who hit him instead of loving him again. He would do anything to erase the blood from his hands, to have a clean slate. He heard it again and it called him name, she called his name. “Thaddeus.” she whispered, called. He shook his head and kept looking in every direction as tears finally ripped down his cheeks. “You’re not real, get out of my head..” he pleaded, not being able to take it anymore. “It hurts so much, I’m so cold.” she finally sobbed out and he could hear it in her voice, the sorrow, the agony. “I’m sorry I d-didn’t mean to! I didn’t want to! I would never hurt you, I promise I--” he was interrupted with a loud cry and his blood went cold, “You did anyway! You did this to me, y-you killed me!” her disembodied voice cried, yelled. He backed up against a tree out of fear and guilt, he sunk down and cried; begging it to stop and go away and in response it screamed. These blood curdling screams erupted and made the floor beneath him feel as if it were shaking, he covered his ears but it was still as loud as ever. Getting louder and louder as he curled up, his head falling into his knees that hugged against his body. He screamed at her to leave him alone. Then it stopped, the whole earth went dead silent and he quickly ripped his hands away from his ears, still holding his head down as he suddenly grew afraid to look up. His body was shaking and his tears kept falling, he looked at his hands that twitched before finally looking up. His heart shot up into his throat as he saw her in the distance, he couldn’t make out her face but she was staring at him. He knew it. “Bianca please, please don’t be mad at me pl-please!” he cried as he stared at her figure. She didn’t move at first before she turned and disappeared behind a few trees and he craned his neck to peer out for her. His heart was beating, aching, and adrenaline began to rush through his body as he tried to stand up. His knees feeling heavy, as if there were weights tying him down. “Close your eyes..” she finally spoke again after the long silence, her voice soft..almost forgiving. He looked for her again before the gurgling sound erupted, the same noises that she spurted as blood pooled in her mouth and her lungs began to deflate like week old balloons. “C-close y-your eyes, pl-please..” she gasped and gurgled painfully and he could swear he saw the blood perfectly. He shut his eyes quickly and it stopped, everything going silent and he was afraid to move. Suddenly his limbs became heavy and limp and he sagged there against the tree, he wanted to stand but he couldn't move an inch, a muscle, his muscles were paralyzed. “Open them.” she said as clear as day and he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay ignorant as to whatever was there, he could feel it inches in front of him. “Y-you’re not real, I don’t have to listen to you.” he said as he trying to break out of whatever had this hold on him, whatever sickness in his head was crawling around and infesting his brain. “Please, open them Thaddeus, I miss you.” there was a sadness in her voice and he almost hesitated before opening them. There she was,inches away. Her face was blank, her eyes that were once a uplifting blue were now dull, and her skin was pale. This dark red blood coated her hair, sticking strands of her dead blonde hair to her neck and chest. The blood soaked her long flowing, frilly off white dress that was covered in dirt. Her severed limbs seemed to be attached in their exact placements of which they were cut but blood still seemed to leak from in between them. He felt sick again and she began to walk closer, her chest rose and fell as she let out a ragged breath as she began to choke and gurgle again, blood mixed spittle ejecting from her pale lips. He flinched as he did nothing but watch. “You did this to me.” her voice was deep and raspy as she coughed, the blood and saliva dripped from her chin and her lip quivered, her hands reached up to cover her eyes and she let out soft sobs. “I-I--” his throat was dry and felt as if it was closing he couldn’t speak, couldn’t make anything come out of his mouth. Her hands fell and her face was stained now, blood dripping from her eyes as if they were tears. That’s all she was now, blood and cold, dead flesh that was decomposing as the days went on. She stared at him, something dark that struck fear into his heart but as if she was also deeply hurt. He blinked back his tears before shutting his eyes and allowing himself to cry, the weight began to lift off of him and his muscles loosened. He quickly opened them to see nothing...no one. He finally stood and tried to collect himself, he didn’t know what was real or fake anymore nor did it matter; he wiped his eyes and looked over at the patted down dirt and his soiled hands that twitched and shook. Nothing mattered anymore and he was nothing but guilt filled scum.

#orignal story #oc #original character #hemophobia #blood #gore #murder #murder story #fictional

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melanophobia

melanophobia: fear of the color black

I’m garbage for Chunky theories.

Micoverse belongs to @mushroomminded

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Being stuck in the hospital sucked.

Milo groaned, lurching upright in his hospital bed with a dazed and fevered look. He was due to be released any day now but the boredom and that persistent itch to get up and move was driving him up the wall. It writhed under his skin and plucked at the fibers of his muscles, making him twitch and fidget and pick at his fingernails until he made them bleed. He’d been scolded for that one and they slapped his hands every time they caught him at it. He tugged at his ID bracelet and chewed on his hair and flopped around on his bed and whined and wriggled and generally threw a fit unbecoming of a teenager.

This time, however, he was not staying put.

He’d been too long without his hoodie, too long without its warmth and protection and comfort. The longer he went without it the sicker and more panicked he felt. It protected him, it was comfort, it was home. His exposed arms tingled and itched and he felt as if he’d drift away without its familiar weight.

Reese. He had to find Nurse Reese. She would know where his hoodie was. He needed his hoodie.

Something brushed his sweaty bangs from his eyes almost tenderly and Milo flinched, “‘M goin’…”

He heaved himself out of bed, felt like the oxygen of the room had condensed upon his shoulders, and stumbled, clutching at the sider ail with heavy breaths. He took a moment to gather himself before shuffling towards the hospital room door. As he passed the bathroom, he caught his reflection in his periphery and for a second he thought…

…but no, he was just tired. He rubbed his eyes and ignored the feeling of something brushing across his bare legs. The sensation put gooseflesh up and down his arms and urged him forward at a stuttering, halting pace. His heartbeats felt heavy and torturous in his chest, as if it was almost too much work for the organ to pump his lifeblood. His breath wheezed out in desperate gasps and his lungs refused to inflate enough for him to stop his head from spinning. Every step was a labor that would have put Hercules to shame, gravity hooking ten ton weights to his ankles and making him drag his bare feet across the cold hospital floor. The edges of his vision were smeared and fuzzy; he thought there was something floating there, globules of iridescent black clinging to the corners of his eyes.

A flash of white made him flinch and when he blinked to clear his vision, he found a doctor crouched in front of him, blocking his way. It was too much effort to go around. But his hoodie…he needed it…

“—okay? What room did you come from? Who’s your attending?” The man’s voice was muffled by something thick and goopy in Milo’s ears, tilting his balance and making him sway on the spot, “Kid? Hey, what’s your name? How many fingers you see? Damn it.”

A hand curled around his arm, tugged on him gently. It was hot, too hot, and the contact made Milo whine and twist, trying to pull away. He hissed between clenched teeth as the doctor turned the ID band, scraping laminated plastic against his skin in a way that felt to loud. Someone said something. The doctor might have answered. But Milo was tugging, trying to get away, trying to get the man to release him.

“Hoodie,” He whimpered, pulling absently at the man’s grip, “Jus’…wan’ our hoodie…”

His teeth itched.

The urge to bite bite break his skin make him bleed punish him bite him bite him welled up in his throat like bile. Milo’s lip curled, showing his canines. His mouth opened, strings of drool clinging to his lips, something rabid and animalistic shifting in his tired stance.

bite bite get away find hoodie bite the fucker feed make him pay hate him hate this hate

“Milo!”

Clear crystal bell chime, sweet as winter berries and fresh as snow, singing in his head, making his vision dance and vibrate. He blinked, stumbling, the sticky darkness fading back a little to hover at his periphery. It still sat stubbornly on his chest.

“Milo, what on earth are you doing out of your room!? Doctor, I’m so sorry, he never does this—Milo! Milo, sweetie, what’s wrong?” Nurse Reese crouched in front of him now, gentle and kind and sweet Nurse Reese, soft and stern and ready to help. She didn’t touch him, just let her hands hover in front of him, an invitation and in preparation.

“I want my hoodie,” Milo sniffed, his lower lip trembling. Desperation made him feel small and cold. He needed that hoodie, needed it like he needed oxygen because without it, the creeping darkness and the clawing terrors and the ichor of bad things would cling to him and rot him from the inside out. Being without it scared him. It frightened him on an instinctual, animal level. The prey left out in the open, in clear view of the predator. The hawk’s eyes pinning the rabbit’s spine to the ground.

“Sweetie, you’ll get it when they release you,” Reese spoke in a calm voice, smooth and cool like glass, the sounds rolling over his sticky blackness like marbles, “Right now you need to get back to your room and let me take another look at you because you really don’t—“

Milo swayed and fell forward. Reese caught him in her arms, startled by how cold he was. Her fingers curled at his neck almost by muscle memory alone. The weak flutter of his heart worried her. Milo sobbed, a small, broken, quiet thing. The contact was too much, too hot, her warmth burning against him but he was too tired and heavy to pull away.

“I d-don’t feel good,” He whispered, chest hiccuping with his uneven breaths, “Want my dads. Want my hoodie. Please. Hoodie. ’S cold.”

“Milo…” Reese wanted to tell him it would be okay, he could see it in her face, see it in the way her gaze darted across his thin frame as if it would confirm the words for her. He whined as harsh, sticky claws dug into his scalp, pulling his hair from the roots in chunks, peeling back his skin, cracking open his skull to sink iron teeth into the coils of his brain.

The fear was eating him, chewing up everything he was, devouring him from the inside out and making a nest in his organs, wearing him like a skin. Without the hoodie, it would sew his jaw shut with sticky ropes of black goo and weave patterns into his eyelids that told the truths he never wanted to learn.

He was hyperventilating, everything spinning, sensations going numb. Reese’s voice commanding him to take breaths was getting farther and farther away. Milo tried to raise a hand, to grab her scrubs, to ground himself with something. But his nerves were dead and his bones were liquid and he slipped backwards into the pool of inky darkness that waited to consume him.

No, Milo.

Not yet.

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“I don’t think it was wise to return his hoodie to him, nurse.” The doctor tapped her pen against the palm of her hand, frowning from the doorway to the room.

Reese scowled, “He hyperventilated in the middle of the hallway. He was nearly delirious with panic. I’m pretty sure he’s either got some kind of undiagnosed anxiety disorder. Or maybe he’s autistic. I dunno. It’s not the first time he’s had a meltdown about that hoodie.”

The frown on the doctor’s face melted, “Yes, I know. Daniel and Jacob really should take the kid to see a psychologist or something. I keep giving them recommendations but I guess Milo’s just very…”

“Difficult?” Reese offered with a half smile and a shrug, “Sounds like him. Sorry for the trouble doctor.”

“That’s all that boy is,” Said the doctor, tucking her pen away in her pocket, “Keep an eye on him, Reese. He’s still got a couple of days of monitoring left and I’d hate to extend his stay any longer.”

Reese saluted the doctor in a teasing manner and the two women chuckled as they walked away from the hospital room. Inside the room, curled around a shark hoodie, was Milo. His fingers dug so tightly into the fabric of the hoodie that his knuckles were white. His eyes were closed in a somewhat restless sleep, his chest fluttering with shallow breaths, the IV in the back of his hand dropping sedatives into his bloodstream every so often to help him relax.

His shadow, barely visible in the harsh glare of the overhead lights, shivered against the cold tile and fell still.

#micoverse

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