#put his trash on top of the trash i was already carrying inside

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they look half dead ☹️

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Unexpected things you did that delight them:  

Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto, Trey Clover, Ruggie Bucci, Malleus Draconia

Content: Fluff

You learned proper tea etiquette for Riddle  

It starts out with you just listening to him correct others as they go throughout the various teatimes of Heartslabyul. How it leads to you thrifting a tea set from a local shop is hard to say, and it’s chipped a bit on the plates, but it holds, and the lady gave it to you for a far cheaper price than she should have. But it cleaned up beautifully, you filled in the cracks with some leftover clay and didn’t even have to repaint it! It was already in Ramshackle blue and green.  

It is embarrassing when he finds you quizzing yourself on the different spoons and plates, but the smile that blooms is worth it.  

You have no idea that when you invite him over for a tea party a few weeks after, it’s the first one that he hasn’t hosted himself. He borrows the same book from the library to brush up on his guest etiquette.  

“Prefect, what are you-ah! A lovely set. If you were needing to learn I would be happy to assist! What teas do you prefer? I will bring complimenting savories or sweets.”  

You carry glasses cleaner for Azul  

Assuming you don’t carry it already or if you don’t wear glasses. You and Azul usually spend a lot of time at Octavinelle but occasionally he will come to Ramshackle. He has since seen the work that you put into fixing up the place and the furniture you've built and appreciates it a way that the others can’t. Afterall, many of his own pieces are repaired or thrifted antiques for authenticity.

Lounging on the couch while listening to one of the jazz records he brought, you take the glasses from his hand when he realizes that he forgot his own cleaner.  

“Prefect, why would you have glasses wipes, you don’t wear any. Ah, you carry them for me. How thoughtful of you, my friend! I hope I’m not putting you out any.” 

You baked him a birthday cake for Trey  

Everyone gets nervous when Trey’s birthday comes around. How do you bake for a baker? He got past the disappointed feeling a long time ago though, perfectly prepared to make his own birthday cake.  

What isn’t accounted for you is pushing him out of the kitchen, declaring it against the rules for him to bake his own birthday cake. He could fight you on it, but he’s intrigued at this point on what you will make.  

What he doesn’t anticipate is a simple vanilla cake with a blueberry filling, a light buttercream frosting and candied violets and almonds scattered on the top. It’s simple but delicious and clearly just for him.

“You’ve got some real potential here. Where did you learn to make candied violets? You foraged and learned how just for me? Ah, that was too much for me. Thank you.”  

You clean Ruggie’s ears 

Ruggie does a lot of things to ensure everybody else gets taken care of, which means sometimes he neglects himself a bit. The showers got trashed over at Savanaclaw so he asks to use yours after a particularly messy Spelldrive Practice. As long as Grim can play with the disk in the backyard with the ghosts, it’s a deal for you.  

He comes out fluffy, hair sticking out in all sorts of places, which means you can see inside his ears and see the dirt still stuck in there. Offering to clean them wasn’t a big deal to you, you have to for Grim all the time.  

It gets awkward for a minute when he lays his head in your lap, but as soon as the cotton hits the inside and starts wiping up all the dirt and grim, he’s putty in your hands  

“I swear they weren’t that bad but-oh. Oh that’s nice. I think I can hear colors now. And your heartbeat. What’s got you racing, huh? I didn’t moo. I did not!” 

You got pictures of his family for Malleus  

This man has pictures of himself and his parents up on the walls, but none of the rest of his family. So, you work with the ghost for a long time, getting candid shots and other bit and pieces and slowly pulling them together. When Malleus’s birthday rolls around, you actually feel nervous about it.  

When he opens his present, to see the photo album, he gets unexpectedly quiet and soft, scanning through the quotes and stories written off to the side. You give little tidbits of how you get some shots, especially the times where you were sure that Lilia knew but didn’t say anything.  

Some even had him! Silver putting him in a headlock during some play wrestling, Lilia tapping his nose while playing chess, a rare moment of him and Sebek reading together where the half fae is actually relaxed.  

At the bottom are small, framed photos of what you thought were the best ones. Silver in his armor, surrounded by animals and birds alike, his sword gleaming with sunlight, looking gentle and graceful and alert. Sebek on horseback, wind streaking his hair to his skull and grinning like a madman, his favorite stead racing fearlessly. Lilia leaning against the railing of the balcony of Diasomnia dorm and watching the sunset, eyes fond and pink in the dying light. 

“I can’t think of a single present I have ever received that has been as thoughtful as this one. Your heart truly knows a kindness that is rare, my friend. But you are missing. Let us take one together. A selfie, yes?”  

[peachysunrize]

The Ballad of a Dragon ⥃ Modern!Aemond Targaryen

Summary: after an argument with your husband, you find him playing his frustration away and eventually apologizes to you on top of his piano.

Warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, angst, fluff, p in v, oral(F!receiving) fingering, Aemond eats pussy like a champ, both parties are so petty, post argument/make up sex, hand kink, body worship, Aemond knows how to work with those fingers, he plays piano👀 tell me if I’ve missed something. English isn’t my first language<3 no beta...

Word count: 3.15k+

A/n: so this pure filth is based on this post, and @barbieaemond motivated me to write it! So thank you, my love, and thanks to Aemond’s long fingers for being a great inspiration to write a hand kink fic. I’m also taking a little break from writing for a month or so<3

“You just came home, Aemond! We had a reservation for tonight that you missed, you arrived at midnight from work and now you are taking a call to go and fix Rhaenyra’s stupid mistakes again?” You groan, pacing around your bedroom with Aemond burying his face in his hands, sitting on the bed in front of you.

“I can’t just turn a blind eye to them when they need help!” He explains, raising his voice a little. He is frustrated beyond words; work has been hectic lately and the company’s responsibility has fallen on his shoulders, forcing him to carry the weight alone.

“You’re already half blind, it wouldn’t hurt to close your other eye and ignore them for once!” You know you shouldn’t have said that, but you’re fed up with all the negligence, nights staying up just for him to either sleep in his office or crawl into bed at four in the morning.

It isn’t his fault mostly, it’s the pressure his father, siblings, and Otto put on him, but you wish he would say something and stand up for himself.

“That was a very low blow, wife,” he says through gritted teeth, glaring at you as he puts his elbows on his knees, “I can’t let her mess up everything we have worked so hard for! This company will be ruined if I don’t fix Rhaenyra’s fuck ups!”

“It’s not your responsibility, Aemond! It’s hers! It’s her mistake, it’s her fucking fault! I shouldn’t be begging my husband to make time for me, his wife, and spend some time home! You reserved the table, you told me to get ready because you wanted to take me out on a date! I’m just glad I didn’t go to the restaurant myself or tomorrow’s headlines would have been worse for your reputation than Rhaenyra’s mistake can ever be.”

“My work is my priority! This is my family’s business, do you know what that is? Family? Because by the way you’re acting, I’m not quite sure you have the slightest idea.” He stands up as well, running his fingers through his hair as each word falls from his lips and you feel the sting of each one in your chest.

“I can’t believe you, Aemond. How can your work be any more important than your wife?! How? I get it, you’re this tough guy, knight in shining armor always trying to get on your father’s good side and want his praises. I get it, you’re desperate for his affection. But what about me? I spent hours getting ready for my husband, just for you to treat me like trash! I left my family because of you, Aemond, and I would do it a thousand times more because I love you. Although I can’t say the same about you.” You know it was a pathetic move to get a rise out of him, but after what he said, it’s only fair to treat him just as he is treating you. 

Tears sting your eyes as you look at how red he has gotten, knowing that you’ve woken up the hot-tempered dragon inside him. Good, he needs to feel ashamed and angry for how small he made you feel with each mean word that he said.

“You think I don’t love you anymore?” He asks, his voice barely above whispering, but you hear him perfectly and see how rapidly his chest is moving with the deep breaths he is trying to take.

“No, but I can’t deny that I’m doubting it. You put work over the family we created together, over your wife, and you want me to accept it without complaining, without telling you how much I miss you and how it hurts to be apart from you while you constantly choose your work over me!” You sob, putting your hands on your hips as you turn away from him. Even the sight of him makes your heart clench.

“I’m working my ass off for you to be content with your life, to have enough money to waste on petty and unnecessary stuff—“

“Don’t you dare guilt trap me, Aemond Targaryen! Don’t you fucking dare make me feel bad for wanting to spend time with my husband!” You nearly scream at him, tears now falling freely from your eyes as you turn around to look at him.

Even at this moment, he looks so beautiful — silver hair shining under the dim light of the room, his white shirt unbuttoned a little and his sleeves rolled up, showing off his toned forearms. If you weren’t so mad at him, you would have jumped on him the second he walked through that door.

“I can not control my siblings! They are idiots, sure but do you have any idea how bad their actions can destroy everything we have worked so hard for? I need to go because my father called.” he tries to reach for you, but you pull your hand away from him, taking a step back because you can’t bear him trying to sweet talk his way out of this like he always does. You shouldn’t let him minimize your feelings.

“Your father or Otto? Did he say if you save Rhaenyra’s ass, you would become Viserys Targaryen’s favorite child? It looks as if his affection is worth more than our marriage.”

“Stop with this nonsense, you know it’s not!” he glares at you, his pupil blown with rage. How could you ever think like that? Did he truly drive himself away from you to the point that you doubted his love for you?

“Do I, Aemond? Do I? Because instead of apologizing to me you are telling me how your work was more important than not showing up for a date you organized! I felt so beautiful, Aemond, so happy that after such a long time my husband was going to come to pick me up and spend the night with me! Now I just… I just feel so fucking stupid for getting my hopes high.” 

You watch him take a deep breath, shaking his head as he marches out of the room swiftly, not bothering to spare a glance at you. He is frustrated, you get it, but to leave in the middle of an important argument like a child being denied a candy is pretty immature of him.

You sigh and wipe your tears, walking towards your wardrobe to pull out one of your sheer nightgowns, changing into it to sleep in something comfortable while your husband's side of the bed gets colder by the second.

The sound of music fills the house gradually, taking you by surprise. The last thing you expect is to hear your husband’s favorite classical piano piece echoing within the walls, and you halt in your steps, guilt creeping inside your chest as you listen to the distant sound of the piano before you grab your robe and walk toward the playroom.

You find the door open already — the orange hue of the lights illuminates his silver hair and sharp jawline, his eye is closed while his fingers move in rhythm, each finger pressing the right note on the tempo, and you can see the frustration and tension leaving his shoulders the longer he plays.

Nocturne in C-sharp minor fills the air around you, and you remember how he played this the first time the two of you met; it was filled with so much laughter and excitement as he gushed about his love for classical pieces, how hard he tried to regain his posture and strength while he lost half of his eyesight. You guess you fell in love with him at that very second he sat behind the piano in the instrumental shop.

Your gaze falls on his hand, long denty fingers moving with grace, pressing the keys one by one, and you lean on the doorframe, fidgeting with the hem of your robe while you rub your thighs together, the images of how those same fingers have given you the most blissful orgasms ever flooding your mind.

You watch him pushing the pedals down, his eye following the path of the notes he has memorized on the keys, and you keep admiring his ethereal form. Sometimes it feels unbelievable to be the wife of such a beautiful and otherworldly man, to be this lucky to call yourself Mrs. Targaryen, yet, there are moments you recall how everyone told you that the same name comes with a curse, that Targaryen men are ambitious and cunning. They are right on both matters.

The slickness between your thighs gets worse the more you stare at him and his skillful fingers move as if this is the easiest piece known to mankind with how smoothly he is playing it.

He plays the last note, sighing softly as he retrieves his fingers from the keys, turning around to look at you with an easy smile on his thin lips.

“Thought you had left before I heard you playing,” you say, matching his smile, growing a bit nervous with how his eye drinks the sight of your exposed thighs.

“I had half a mind to do so,” he replies, extending his hand to show he wants you close, “C’mere,”

You push away from the doorframe, walking to where he is sitting before trailing your hand over his extended arm, his large palms coming to rest on your waist. He looks up at you, fingers gently massaging your back.

“I’m sorry, I…” 

He shushes you, pressing a kiss to your stomach before placing his chin on the soft flesh, “I should apologize. I didn’t realize how terrible I was treating you. You are my priority, I should have treated you much better.”

“I…I was in the wrong too. It was very pathetic of me to act so desperately, I know how much your work means to you—“

“No, no,” he stands up, caging you between his body and the piano, forcing you to sit a bit on the keys, a not-so-great sound coming out of the instrument, “You aren’t desperate, and even if you are, you do have a great excuse for it. I neglected you for a job that can be done by anyone.”

“It was a petty argument anyway, I’m sorry for being mean. I miss you so much, that’s all,” you say, gasping when he picks you up so effortlessly by the back of your thighs, putting you on top of his royal piano before he takes home between your legs.

“I miss you too, sweetheart,” he whispers, leaning down to peck the corner of your lips, “I could see how truly desperate you were when you rubbed your pretty thighs together.”

“Y-you saw that?” You exhale, craning your neck to give him more space to attack the skin of your neck, littering his little bruises and bites all over you.

“I know my wife, I know her weaknesses. I could smell you from here, and I’m sure if I were to touch you down there…” he locks his eye with yours, one of his hands traveling down towards your panties, chuckling darkly, “my my, so wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

He brings his fingers to his mouth, licking your essence off them while he holds eye contact, watching how your lips part in desire as you keep your gaze fixed on his lips and tongue.

“Lay down, I need to apologize to my wife properly,” he pulls the strings of your robe, dropping the fabric on the floor, revealing the sheer fabric to his hungry eye, “I’m an idiot for taking you for granted. Fuck, baby, you look so delicious.”

You pant as his words go straight to your core, heat filling your belly and your wetness oozing out of you slowly. He puts his palm on your chest, gently pushing you back on the cold surface of the piano before he spreads your legs properly, humming as his good eye finds your glistening cunt.

He kisses your knee before pulling his chair closer and sit on it, his tall body giving him the advantage of coming to the same height as your body. Aemond preps your inner thighs with kisses, marking his territory with each nibble and bite which are rewarded by gasps and whimpers from you ever here and there. 

He kisses your navel sweetly, nuzzling his head into your hand when you reach down to smooth a few wandering strands of his hair out of his face. You keep him close when he finally, after who knows how long, gives into his urges and attaches his lips to your buzzing clit, moaning as your sweet nectar finally roots its taste onto his tongue.

He is starved, and you realize soon with how he keeps his face buried into your cunt, tongue flickering over the bundle of nerves, teeth sinking into your flesh a little. He doesn’t seem to care about how messy he is eating you out, he has set his goal of making you at least come on his tongue twice tonight. 

“Aemond!” your moans fill the room, back arching off the piano as he keeps you down by his hands on your hips, the tip of his tongue collecting your wetness happily while you writhe beneath him, feeling the knot in your belly tightening by the second.

He knows you like the back of his hand, so he speeds up a little, focusing on sucking and licking your clit while you buck your hips to his face. He loves how desperate you are for him, all laid out and pretty and ready to come just for him.

“Fuck, love, I’m—” You throw your head back, tangling your fingers through his hair before you explode on his tongue, whines of pleasure making him dizzy. He keeps flickering his tongue until you stop twitching and push his face away from your swollen pussy.

He grins at your breathless form, caressing your thighs as he stands up and kisses a path from your lower belly up to your lips over your nightgown before he pulls you in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his pink bruised lips.

“I could feast on you all day, sweetheart. I should write a ballad in honor of your pretty cunt,” “You are unbelievable!” You giggle, leaning on your elbows to kiss him again, moving until you are at the edge with your husband between your legs, “You said twice, why are you still up here?” You whisper against his lips.

“I saw how you looked at my hands earlier. I think it would be only fair to make sure you forgive me if I fuck you with my fingers, hmm? You love them, I’m sure they can be convincing enough.”

You nod, words failing to come out of your mouth when he pushes the strands of your nightgown down your shoulders, the chilly air of the room hitting your bare breasts. He leans down to kiss the top of your chest, writing the ballad he promised with his lips over your skin.

His hand moves down where he was a few minutes ago, long digits rubbing between your soaked folds slowly. He makes sure you aren’t as sensitive as you were before he pushes one finger in, keeping you close to him with a hand on your back while the other works his finger in and out of you, drowning your moans with passionate kisses.

He adds another one, curving his fingers inside you slightly as he pushes them deeper, reaching your sweet spots effortlessly with how skilled and long his fingers are — courtesy of practicing piano from a young age.

“Aemond, fuck—please!” your desperate whine adds fuel to the fire starting inside him, and he compiles, fucking you faster with his hand while the rock of his palm rubs your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

You fall apart again easily, gasping as your thighs start shaking with how good he makes you come, lips forming into an O-shape while he keeps his pace up, making sure that you ride your high gracefully before he pulls you in for another rough kiss, his tongue invading your mouth quickly.

“I need you so much, sweetheart,” he says, unbuckling his belt before he pushes his pants and boxers down enough to pull out his weeping cock, “let me have you, baby, please.” “Yes, yes I need you too. It’s been so so long, Aem,” you reach to stroke him gently, scooting closer to him so he can pull you down a little, keeping you tucked between his firm body and piano while somehow holding you up by his large palms under your ass.

You guide him toward your entrance, gasping in union as soon as the fat tip of his cock breaches past your ring of muscles before he pushes himself deep inside you until there is none to take.

You cling to his shoulders as soon as he settles inside your cunt, his hot breath fanning on your face as he gets adjusted to your warmth. It’s been too long for both of you, but he makes a promise to not make the same mistake again, ever.

“Fuck, love, I missed you so much,” he groans in your ear as he starts thrusting up into you, the angle making him reach the deepest part of your pussy easily. 

“Me too, baby…” you gasp, hips snapping into his as he goes faster, less patient and ready to devour you thoroughly. You take what he gives you, deep hard strokes that rock your world and leave you breathless and a moaning mess. He relishes every sound that falls from your lips, thinking to himself how no classical piece can ever come close to how beautiful you sound when he pleasures you, and he silently beats himself for neglecting you so much.

He is close, embarrassingly fast and he can feel you tightening around his girth with each thrust. Aemond hides his face in your neck, quickening his pace as he fucks you roughly, pulling screams of ecstasy out of you with ease.

“Come inside me,” you bite his earlobe, your breasts rubbing against his covered chest as you lean upward a little, “I need you, please, husband.”

“Then come with me, come now so I can give my girl what she wants,” he replies, snapping his hips faster into yours until you crumble in his arms, gushing around his cock a few seconds before he follows you, keeping his hips still as he pumps you full of his warm cum, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

“Don’t you dare put us through that again, Aem, do you hear me?” you ask him, kissing the side of his face lovingly.

“I’d rather die than upset you again, beloved.”

[nekomamiiz]

kuroo — 550 words

tags; fem!reader, established relationship, oral (f! receiving), referring to female anatomy as 'her', some cockwarming, lowercase intentional, tetsurou is certified adorkable

divider by @/cafekitsune

kuroo sometimes has conversations with your pussy… 

i cannot stop thinking about him catching you lounging on the sofa as he walks in the house. you hear some rustling of the objects in his hands and within seconds he's on top of you, kissing your lips, trailing down your neck and chest.

he lifts your shirt and tucks his head under the fabric, licking, kissing, and biting the skin on your tummy.

he finally gets to the place he’s been thinking about all day. he taps your thigh and you lift slightly so he can remove whatever article of clothing you have covering yourself. he slides the material down your legs and rests your thighs on his shoulders

“god i’ve missed you so much,” he practically shivers when he finally gets a face full of your perfect cunt. his fingers digging into your skin, tongue already slipping out to wet his lips.

“i missed you too, tetsu,” you say with a giggle, probably hiding your face behind the book you're reading.

“oh yeah,” he blinks twice. “yeah i missed you too,” he regards you with the most guilty expression you’ve ever seen and he tries to give you an endearing smile as his eyes shift from your face to your pussy.

it doesn’t work, he’s already been caught. 

“if you wanted me to be ready for you, you could’ve just called ahead of time,” your voice dips an octave lower—sugary sweet—and it makes him groan, causing him to grind his hips against the couch.

“let me just spend some time here, okay? i’ve been thinking about this all day, wanna make my girl feel good.” 

he does exactly that. you come twice thanks to his skillful tongue and he wastes no time after that to strip you down, settling you onto his lap, his hands on your ass as he bounces you up and down on his cock. 

he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous lost in pleasure, and he knows he's the only one who can get you to this point. that thought alone sends him over the edge, but he’s nowhere near finished with you yet. 

he carries you to the bedroom, your naked body wrapped tight around his, your laughter reverberates through your shared home and he finally settles you on the bed. he hovers over you, peppering your face in kisses as he did before. 

“okay now let me say good night and put her to sleep,” he chuckles as he makes his way down to your dripping center, glistening with your combined fluids. 

he licks between your folds once and places a soft kiss on your clit, you hear him whisper ‘good night pretty’ from where he’s at and then he makes his way back up to you. he quickly slips his cock back inside you and you can’t help but stare at him in disbelief.

“what?” he asks as wraps his arms around you. 

“you’re still the same dork i fell in love with all those years ago,” you tease and he can’t help but chuckle at your words. 

“good to know i’ve still got it then.” he says with one more kiss to your cheek. 

you wake up a few hours later with his head between your thighs.

again.

couldnt get this out of my mind and wrote it on my lunch break yesterday, it ain't much but it's honest work aka this might b trash ahaha anyway i hope you enjoy <3

[efingart]

Fic request 🥺👉👈

In Bo6 they kind skated over Alder and Woods’ friendship and I wanna see more. Could you write a little fic of them interacting?

Hey anon! Thank you for this request!! 💙

This was so very interesting. Both of these guys have these huge emotional walls up. I imagine friends are a challenging thing for both of them to make and keep. Not exactly the type to talk about their emotions. Which is great I love when everything is just under the surface. I think I'd like to write another one of these from Adler's perspective to see how it goes.

Frank lit a cigarette and stared out at the dark water. He often took to doing this at night when the Safehouse began to quiet down. He thought about his team. Felix and Sev had been arguing earlier, but he could now hear their laughter travel from the kitchen. He was sure Troy was upstairs reading over a letter from Terry, working over his next move in their correspondence chess game. The same move he'd been mulling over before they had to cut and run. The soft sounds of the TV news must have meant Case was on the couch likely dozing off. The guy pushed himself too hard.

Frank stuck the cigarette between his lips and rubbed the tops of his knees or what was left of them. It had become a habit of his, one he didn’t like too much when he realized he was doing it. Reminded him of some of the old guys he had met over the years. Always talking about their aches and pains. He was sidelined sure, permanent desk duty yeah, but he didn’t feel like an old guy. Neither he nor Alex had ever seemed old to him. An ache clenched at his heart as he thought about Al. Al would never be an old guy. They would never be those crusty old vets sitting at the VFW drinking beers and talking about the good old times.

He pressed his thumb against one eye and reached across the bridge of his nose with his forefinger, the pad of his finger against his closed lid. He dragged his fingers across his skin bringing them together to pinch the bridge of his nose. Footsteps on stone behind him, he quickly moved his hand away from his eyes to pluck the cigarette from his mouth. He knew from the confident footfalls that it was Adler.

Adler already had a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. He cradled a mug in one large hand which from the smell of it contained some of Felix’s stew.

“Figure out Felix’s mystery meat yet?” Frank joked. Adler stirred the contents with his spoon and inspected a white chunk. “Best guess is rabbit.” “Probably a good guess.” “Let’s just say I’m not about to ask him to confirm it.” Frank chuckled at that.

Adler tucked his cigarette between two fingers and picked up his spoon again. Steam trailed from the mug only to be quickly swept away by the sea breeze. The silence between them lasted until Frank’s cigarette was just a nub. He stubbed it out on the railing and flicked it away. Then he winced. Another bad habit. He remembered the last time he visited David the kid had given him a lecture about recycling and putting his cigarette butts in the trash instead of tossing them on the ground. He even showed Frank some cartoon about it. A blue guy fighting pollution… or something. If it made the kid happy he was willing to do it. He wondered if Adler's kids watched the same show. Adler certainly didn't care about where he tossed his old cigarette butts.

Adler finished his stew and went back inside without a word. Frank thought he was alone again, but before long Adler was back carrying two beers by the neck between his fingers. He handed one to Frank who popped the cap off against the railing and took a swig. Then he examined the label on the bottle. “Gotta clear our names so we can get back to the States and get some real beer.” Adler nodded and tapped the neck of his bottle to Frank’s. “Drink to that.”

A silence passed between them. That was one thing Frank liked about Adler- he never needed to just talk. He was comfortable with quiet. Some guys jabbered on and on. Talking about nothing. Filling the air with words so they wouldn’t have to sit with whatever they were dealing with in their heads. He tried to picture himself and Adler at the VFW sharing a beer and laughing about the old times. Maybe it’d happen. Never in a million years did he think it'd be the two of them that were left. Everyone else was gone, but not them.

“See you dusted that old thing off,” Adler said pointing with his beer hand at Frank’s bandana. It pulled him from his thoughts. He touched the cloth that covered his forehead.

“Yeah, helps me keep my head in the game… Or something.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he noted Adler adjusting his sunglasses. He rarely ever took them off, even at night. Frank had always suspected they might be corrective. But either way, they all had their things. The objects that made them feel more like themselves. And maybe acted as a barrier between them and the rest of the world. It was how they could stay so tough in tricky situations. Keep their cool.

“Guys like us can never leave this.” “Nope,” Frank agreed. Adler cleared his throat before lighting another cigarette. He was always a chain smoker and, of course, most guys liked to have a cigarette with a beer. But he knew Adler well enough, worked with him long enough that even though he put up a front he had his tells. They were just harder to see in him than other people. Frank knew he was stalling.

“Something on your mind?” Adler let out a soft hah!. “Come on you’re not exactly as mysterious as you like to pretend.” Frank nudged Adler’s side with his elbow. He cleared his throat again. “Just wanted to say thanks,” Adler said more to the sea than to Frank. The confidence in his voice never faltered. Always the arrogant bastard. Frank had to admit he liked that about him too.

“For what?” Frank asked with a laugh. He knew the answer. Adler was grateful Frank believed him. Not just to help him, but it made a difference to know there was someone in the world who had his back. Even a guy like Adler needed that comfort sometimes.

“You’re not gonna start getting emotional on me are you?” He asked.

Adler chuckled in response. Then he stabbed out his cigarette on the railing and flicked it over the edge.

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Friends? Never. Pt.13 (Ellie Williams x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

SMUT mdni! Fun fact the second part of this chapter is based on my life last night LOL! Also sorry this is kinda a shorter chapter!

You had been strolling round the market as Ellie slept in, a routine you had come to enjoy as when you returned she was always awake and you would make some breakfast together and sit outside together to eat it as you soak up the summer sun. Sundays were your favourite day because of this and because neither you or Ellie typically got put on patrol for Sundays you always spent the day together. Your day had been off to a good start, as it always was until you heard your name mentioned by someone from round the corner you were standing at, if you had been rational you would’ve just carried on walking and ignored it but you weren’t because the second you stopped to listen you also heard Ellie’s name. 

“Yeah apparently she went fucking insane and tried to strangle Ben when he was literally just trying to keep her safe.” 

“Well she’s a fucking psycho what do you expect, don’t you remember when she beat up her dad and they’re both still together apparently and flaunting it in front of everyone.” 

“Yeah I mean first, who wants to see that ugh and second, her dad seems so sad and she’s just parading around with the girl that beat him up, what a shitty daughter.” 

“No kidding, maybe they are meant for each other, both fucking weirdos.” It wasn’t even what they said about you that set the fire of your rage alight, it was what they had said about Ellie, they knew absolutely nothing about either of you and they were trashing the sweetest person in your life without a second thought, a switch flipped inside of you and you stormed round the corner to face the two girls that had been gossiping about you both. You sneer at their guilty faces and when Petra smiles and hits you with a ‘Hey girl, haven’t seen you in awhile, how you been?’ you just lost it. Your fist swung at her before you even had a chance to reconsider your actions. Petra falls to the floor and as Suze tries to run you grab at the collar of her shirt and yank her backwards causing her to fall almost on top of Petra. You kicked at both of them before kneeling over them and smiling at their cries and pleads for you to stop, they fell on deaf ears as you delivered swing after swing to their already mangled faces. 

You could’ve killed them if Jesse and Raphael hadn’t come running over to drag you off of them, even with their strength holding you back you still weren’t done. You thrashed and kicked at them before you body slammed Raphael sending him to the floor only to then elbow Jesse in the face. He was your friend and you felt bad but you didn’t care, all you cared about was caving those bitches faces in. You deliver a few more hard kicks before Jesse comes up behind you once again, this time wrapping his arms around you, trapping yours at your side as he drags you away from the unconscious girls. You screamed and grunted as you tried to break free but he had you tightly. You were barely in there and the sound of Maria’s angry voice was a muffled buzz in your head as you continued to thrash despite the ache in your body. 

“She won’t fucking calm down Maria.” 

“Put her in the jail, she’ll tire herself out.” 

“Seriously? The jail?” Jesse’s shock at Maria’s words caused him to loosen his grip around you just enough for you to squirm free and immediately go running at the girls again only to be body slammed backwards into Tommy’s strong grip by Raphael. You were shrieking and clawing at him but he wasn’t budging as he started to drag you away from the crowd that had gathered at your little show. 

“Let me go! I’m gonna fucking kill them, fucking bitches I’ll kick their fucking faces in, you think we’re fucking crazy? Don’t talk about crazy people behind their fucking backs!” You’re yelling as if the girls can hear you in their state. Tommy is grunting and growling at your consistent fighting. You don’t stop thrashing until you’re shoved into one of the jail cells and the door is shut on you and locked by Tommy. You can barely make out what he’s saying but you think he’s saying something about once you’ve calmed down, you can come out, but you don’t care, all you can think about is those stupid fucking girls. Your breathing is heavy and laboured as you pace the small dimensions of the cell until your legs ache and you drop to the ground, laying on your back and trying to catch your breath. You still wanted to kill them but the blinding rage that had taken over you was wearing off and you’re now realising the situation you had got yourself in as you have no idea when Maria or anyone is going to come back to let you out. “Fuck.” 

You guessed it had been hours before anyone came into the jail but as the sound of the double doors creaking open hit your ears you jolted upright, ready to leave until you see Ellie creep through the door. “Oh god.” You whine as you see the shit-eating grin on her face as she comes and sits down in front of your cell. 

“Hey jailbird.” 

“Shut up.” 

“When I woke up and you weren’t home, I was not expecting to find you here.” 

“Ellie you’re not fucking funny.” She can’t contain her laughter at your predicament as you just glare at her, half out of embarrassment and half out of frustration that she was outside of the cell, and you were trapped inside. 

“How the fuck did you even manage to land yourself in here?” 

“I heard some girls chatting shit about us and I just lost it, I can barely even remember what happened.” 

“Well Jesse is in the infirmary with a broken nose so I assume you did that too.” 

“Shit yeah I think he tried to get me off of them and I was... not happy about that, is he mad?” 

“I dunno, I came straight here when Tommy told me where you were but knowing Jesse, I doubt it.” 

“Shit I need to apologise.” 

“Well come on then.” She says trying to hold back a chuckle at her own teasing. 

“You’re such a dick.” You cross your arms and huff as she pouts at you. 

“Can’t believe my girlfriends a jailbird.” 

“I am not!” 

“Sure, okay.” As she continues to laugh the door creaks open again, Ellie’s face changes from a smug expression to a panicked one as Maria walks in scowling at her, she jumps to her feet and smiles sheepishly at her. “Hey Maria.” 

“I need to speak with our inmate here and you’re not supposed to be here anyway so get moving Ellie.” She mouths a ‘good luck’ to you before speeding out of the door, the creak of it shutting again only mocking you. You stand as Maria grabs the key to the cell from her belt and puts it into the lock and your excitement jumps before she leaves the key in the door without unlocking it. You sigh and she raises an eyebrow at you, questioning your ability to still have attitude even now. 

“What the fuck were you thinking? It took three men to pry you off those girls. You’re lucky I don’t leave you in here overnight.” 

“I heard them saying some really shitty things about Ellie, Maria. They’re cunts.” 

“Oh and that makes it okay to beat the living shit out of them? AND break Jesse’s nose.” 

“Oh come on, you know I didn’t mean to do that.” 

“But you did, because you were out of control. This won’t happen again, do you understand me?” 

“Yes maria.” 

“If I let you out are you gonna cause me more grief?” 

“No.” You sigh out defeated, just desperate to be free. 

“Good, seriously, the party at the tipsy bison is happening tonight and if you are so much as involved in an unkind word with anyone, I will throw you in here for a week. You are better than this.” 

“Yeah, I got it.” She scoffs at your unwavering attitude before unlocking the door and stepping aside to let you out.  

“Don’t think I’m not being serious.” 

“Oh I know you are.” You roll your eyes before walking out of the door, the creak that accompanies it is music to your ears and as you breathe in the fresh air Ellie’s cruel laughter hits you once again. 

“She’s free! Everyone watch out, psycho on the loose.” 

“Shut the fuck up.” You grit at her despite the small grin creeping onto your face. 

“Oh come on, don’t be grumpy, you know I love you, crazy and all.” She wraps her arms around you and presses kisses all over your face until you’re laughing and trying to bat her ticklish attack away. Neither of you gave a second thought to the fact you were in public and it felt nice, it felt normal and you craved the feeling more than ever, normality, it was so comfortable and warm with her that everything else melted away. 

“Can we please go home?” 

“Of course my little jailbird, let’s go.” She smiles sweetly at you before dragging you towards your home before you can snip at her for the nickname again. 

“I’m really sorry about your nose Jess”

“Eh don’t sweat it.” Your face burns as Ellie chuckles at your shameful apology to Jesse for breaking his nose, the sight of his black eyes and swollen face making her laugh more.

The Tipsy Bison was buzzing with the chatter and laughter of almost everyone in town, you were squished into a corner chatting with Dina, Jesse and Ellie while nursing a drink, you refrained from getting super drunk in case you saw the girls you had beat up that morning, you knew Maria was serious about locking you up for a week if anything happened and you knew if you saw them you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. So when you saw them snickering and whispering to each other as they watched you and Ellie dance together, she had to tighten her grip around you to stop you from storming over to their bruised faces and caving them in. 

“Easy, you know Maria will have your head.” 

“I wanna kill them.” 

“It’s not worth it babe.” 

“Please distract me.” You whisper in her ear before pulling away to give a sly look. Her eyebrows raise as she understands what you’re saying before looking behind you at the toilet, her eyes focusing on her next destination. She takes your hand in hers and begins leading you to the bathroom as the girls disappear from your view. The uncomfortable rage that was causing your skin to boil dissipated to a warm hum as the excitement took over you. 

You both barrelled into a cubicle, Ellie slamming you up against the door as she locks it behind her, there was no one else in the bathroom when you entered but you didn’t care either way, you were both so desperate for each other that everything else faded away. Her lips move against yours so roughly it almost hurts and you know they’ll feel bruised and sore in the morning. Her hands gripped every curve of your body before they fumble with the zip and button on your jeans, you almost completely zoned out the second the rough pads of her fingers start drawing quick circles round your clit but the grinding of her clothed cunt against your thigh brings you back to reality as you attach your lips to her neck and reach to mirror her movements.  

When you both weren’t able to silence your moans you’d kiss to muffle the sound but as you desperately pulled away for air, a whine slipping from your lips, the door opens and a group of what you guessed is about 3 or 4 girls filter in. Your head goes to rest on her shoulder as you bite at your bottom lip desperately trying to hold in the symphony of sounds begging to be released from deep inside you. You hear a breathy giggle leave Ellie’s lips before a quiet but audible grunt escapes her. Your eyes go wide as the girls conversation drops away, your circles on Ellie’s clit only increasing in pace as she glares at you for making it harder for her to keep quiet. 

Your bodies trembled as they pressed together, desperate to get each other off and scratch the itch you felt was always reappearing around her. A choked squeak emerges from your lips as you release at the same time as Ellie, pressing your foreheads together and letting each other ride out your highs. Once you’ve both come down, she presses a quick kiss to your lips before doing up your trousers again and then hers. “Fuck that was good. You’re amazing.” She whispers before pressing a kiss to the skin on your neck, just below your ear and reaching for the lock as she nods at you to check you’re ready. 

You couldn’t hold in the half-scoff-half-laugh as you walk out and are faced with the two girls who you had savaged earlier as well as two of their friends all giving you looks that would have you six feet in the ground. You follow Ellie’s lead as you walk to their sinks where they were standing as the scatter like you’re poisonous just watching with horrified expressions as you both smirk and wash your hands. You’re about to walk out but Ellie pulls you into her once again and softly kisses your lips before saying loudly enough for them to hear. “You’re so good at that, I love you.” With a devious grin before grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the bathroom as you both collapse into laughter. 

As you walk back over to Dina and Jesse, they both give you knowing looks that you can only laugh at as you feel your cheeks heat under their gaze. Ellie wraps her arm around your waist, resting her head on yours and flashing an innocent smile at Dina and Jesse who simply roll their eyes in response. 

You spent the rest of the night enjoying yourself with your friends occasionally snipping at Ellie when she would reference your altercation that morning, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the childish joy that graced her features whenever she would make a joke about it that she laughed the hardest at. She had accidentally snorted while laughing multiple times and each time her cheeks would flush as she had to wipe tears from her eyes as she struggled to keep her composure. 

Her jokes never stopped, even as she was half asleep in bed next to you and her jokes started to make less and less sense as she grew more delirious, eventually you just began humming in agreement with her nonsense statements as she giggled to herself. You were half asleep yourself as she rolled onto you, snuggling into your side and reaching up and taking a handful of your boob and squeezing it while making a quiet ‘honk’ sound, when you look down ready to glare at her you see she’s actually asleep and you have to contain the eruption of belly-laughter inside of you as to not wake her up. You couldn’t wait to tell her about it in the morning, knowing she would be on the floor, she would find it so funny. 

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STAND BY ME (Darry Curtis) PART 9

I realized I never linked Part 8 to the masterlist, it's up there now and linked here incase you need to catch up/refresh!

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Enjoy getting into Darry's head for this one!

PART 9

Darry POV

I watch her close the door to my bedroom to get dressed, a room I’ve only just started to consider mine at all, and I turn to my brothers.

“She’s gonna be staying here a bit, so one of you has got to clean that bathroom. And I mean bleach it good.” Soda and Pony make matching faces of disgust and Steve starts to snicker.

“Aw Darry, bleach makes me itch.” Pony whines.

“No it doesn’t, he just told mom that to get outta cleaning the toilet.” Soda rolls his eyes.

“I don’t care who does it, but it better be done when I get back. Whoever doesn’t do the bathroom is more than welcome to clean up Soda and I’s old room.”

“Is that where we’re putting her stuff?” Pony asks.

“She didn’t sleep there last night.” Soda grins and Steve wolf-whistles. I give an unimpressed look to both of them.  

“She’s okay, right?” Pony asks. It’s not lost on me how young he is, and how many people he’s lost already. He’s nervously biting the inside of his lip. I reach out and put a hand on his shoulder and he doesn’t shrug me off like he used to.

“She’s gonna be just fine. We’ll make sure of it.”

--

The house is freezing when we go in, and I work on covering up the busted window with cardboard and tape while she packs up some things in her room.

I told her to take anything she wouldn’t want to go missing – while the house was messy, it didn’t look like anything was stolen. But that may not be the case next time someone comes looking. 

I tape a trash bag behind the cardboard to stop as much air as I can and walk back towards her room. I’d never been in a girl’s room before. The walls were white but the sheets and blankets were covered in pink flowers and even through the cold air I could smell the perfume she always wore.

“Just about done,” she zips up her small suitcase and I walk over to wrap my arms around her, rubbing them up and down to warm her up.

“You okay? Being here?” It was hard to believe less than twelve hours ago she was running from a break-in. She shrugs and I pull her closer, kissing the top of her head. “You need me to carry some bigger things to the truck? We can take whatever you want.” She bites her lip and looks around, her eyes lingering on the piece of furniture that looked like a small desk with a mirror attached to it. I had seen something like that in a magazine once, I knew girls usually had it and it probably had some fancy name.

“No, just the suitcase and this box please.” I pick up both and we head out. I see her glance back at her bedroom and my mind was made up before we even went out the door. I put her things in the back of the truck, then turn to her.

“Here, you can start the engine and get warm.” I hand her the keys. “I’ll be right back.” She gives me a quizzing look but gets in the drivers side to start the car and I do a light jog up the path, not wanting to leave her too long.

When I walk out of the house holding the furniture and little stool that was in front of it, I could see her surprised expression through the passenger window.

“You packed my vanity.” She says when I get into the car, and I guess the piece of furniture has a name after all.

“I did.”

“Why?”

“Because it looked like you wanted it.”

“I don’t need to bring it over to your house.” My girl could certainly be stubborn when she wanted to be. I drum my fingers on the wheel.

“I think you’re underestimating how long Soda spends in front of the bathroom mirror. You want a chance at getting ready for work, you’re going to need your own spot.”

She raises one eyebrow, a trick she picked up from Two Bit faster than the rest of us ever did. I can’t help but smile when she does that, and then she’s smiling too. She leans over to give me a too quick kiss.

“Thank you, Darry.” And I know she means for more than the vanity.

Someday I’ll figure out a way to tell her that she never needs to thank me. That it’s me who should be thanking her: for so long I felt like I was drowning and then she was there, the raft that could keep me above water. Every day that I’m with her, I can breathe a little easier.

It’s an easy drive to the general store, and when I pull up to the front, I see her looking down at her bandaged arm. I know she’s thinking about having to tell the story to Mr. Murphy and reliving it again.

“Do you want me to go in first? Talk to him?” I offer and she shakes her head.

“That’s sweet to offer, but I’ll be okay. I just don’t want Mr. Murphy worrying about me.”

“He cares about you, baby. Just like we all do.” The tips of her cheeks turn pink. God, my girl is so sweet.

“It’s nice, you know? I feel like I have this big list now of people I care about who care about me right back.” I lean my forehead down to meet hers.

“Am I at the top of that list?” I ask teasingly, but she leans her head back a little to look me in the eye and let me know she’s serious.

“Always.”

And I can’t help but kiss her after that.

When we finally break free and she looks into the rearview mirror to check her lipstick, I remember our conversation from the night before.

“You want to go to the hardware store after work? Look at paint colors for the kitchen?”

And then she gives me that smile, the big, full-on one that knocks me off my feet every time. I’ll let her paint the whole damn house if I can keep her looking this happy.

“I sure do.” She leans up for one last kiss, and then she’s out of the car and walking towards the store. Before she goes through the door she turns and gives me a little wave and I don’t fight the smile that’s taking over.

But as I drive the smile fades and I think about running into the living room last night to see her shivering, crying and barely able to stand. I think about dropping her off every night to a dark house while her father was out gambling away their food money. How her father got himself in trouble, and in doing so he put his daughter in harm’s way.

I think about what happens if he doesn’t come back. Or worse, what happens if he does.

I miss Dallas Winston for a whole lot of reasons, but I really miss him now. He would know what to do in this situation.

I take a left turn instead of a right turn, and I head to the person Dally would have gone to.

--

Tim Shepard is on his front porch when I pull up.

I’d known Tim a long time: growing up in similar neighborhoods, then finding ourselves in similar situations. But unlike mine, Tim’s parents left by choice.

It made him hard and bitter, and I judged him before I knew what it was like. Before I knew how hard it was to fight against those feelings taking over your whole being.

“Curtis.”

“Shepard.” He leans the box of cigarettes my way and I take one. It’s rare that I smoke, but I have a lot on my mind, and I need something to take the edge off.

“Been waiting for you to come around.”

“How so?”

“I know who your girl is. And I know who her daddy is.” I am both relieved I don’t have to explain the situation to him and pissed he’s acting so smug about knowing it.

“You know two men broke in her house last night?” Tim raises his eyebrows, mildly surprised.

“Her daddy owes half the bookies in town. It was a matter of time.”

“You know who he owes? Who would have sent these guys?” I ask and Tim takes a long drag before answering.

“I can find out. Maybe spread the word that’s she’s yours and off limits.” I narrow my eyes. Tim and I understand each other, but he doesn’t do favors for free. “My gang’s having a bit of trouble with the Carter boys from Louisville Heights. It doesn’t die down, we’ll set a rumble to settle it.”

“And you want me there.”

“I want your gang there, just like I brought mine to your fight with the west side.”

I don’t like it, but he’s got a point and I won’t argue it. Well, I won’t argue most of it.

“I’ll be there. And I’ll bring whoever wants to come. I ain’t making people fight, not after last time.” And I sure as hell wasn’t letting Ponyboy fight at all.

The silence is heavy and I can tell Tim doesn’t like it, but he gets it. That’s usually how our conversations go.

I put out my cigarette in the ashtray and get up to leave, but Tim starts speaking again.

“Some men can walk away from the table. Your girl’s dad ain’t one of them.” Tim stands so we are eye to eye. “It’s important she knows that.”

I nod and leave and as I drive back to my house, I replay his words in my head. I know I’ll have to tell her.

But I don’t have to tell her today.

--

I pull up to the store a few minutes before four o’clock, but I barely make it through the front door and say hi before Mr. Murphy is calling me over.

“Just a word with Darrel here,” he tells her and she shakes her head, like she knows what he’s playing at. I follow him out the back door and to the back alleyway. He takes out a pack of cigarettes, but this time I decline.

“She told me what happened. Her goddamn father can’t do right be her one day of his life.” He sounded angry and it was strangely refreshing to hear someone else as protective as I was. Mr. Murphy takes another long drag. “She says you’ve got a spare room at your house she can stay in for a few days.”

“Yes sir.” I answer and Mr. Murphy gives me a look. He might be old, but he ain’t dumb: he knows there’s no way she’s staying in a spare room.

“I offered her the apartment above the store, no one has lived in it for a bit but it’s not a bad place if you open up the windows for a day.” I school my expression into something less thunderous than I feel and try to stay calm for my reply.

“With all due respect sir, I didn’t like dropping her off at an empty home even before all this. I’d like it even less now.” I don’t break his stare and after a minute, he shakes his head, but he’s smiling.

“You know, I remember your dad when he was your age. He loved your mama something fierce.”

I remember. Plenty of kids in my neighborhood only had one parent around, and even the ones with two didn’t always have a happy home. But my parents were different. They filled our house with so much love that Soda once told me he can still feel it.

And my dad loved my mom. He was a pretty easy-going guy, but if something made my mom upset, he would do just about anything to fix it. He’d take the whole world on if he had to.

I get that now.

“I just want to keep her safe.” I tell Mr. Murphy and his eyes turn kinder, the same look I see him give my girl.

“Seems I got nothin’ to worry about then. You just let me know when the wedding is gonna be.” He puts out his cigarette on the pavement and opens the back door to go inside.

It takes a lot to make me flush with embarrassment, but that comment nearly did. I shake off thoughts of rings and weddings cakes and follow him.

“Y’all alright?” She asks and I give her a smile.

“Nothin’ you need to worry about.” I lean on the counter while she finishes stacking the receipts. The front door jingles and Sheila walks in looking like her usual moody self. They switch cashier spots and we are about to head out before Mr. Murphy calls out one more time.

“Darrel?”

“Yes sir?”

“Bobby Evans says you help him out with bookkeeping from time to time.” I nod. It shouldn’t surprise me that Mr. Murphy knows my boss: Tulsa may be a city, but it’s really just a big small town. “My eyes are getting’ older so what would you say about helping me out sometimes? I’ll pay you the same he does.”

I knew what this meant: I had earned his trust. Not just with the books, but with someone he cared about.

“I’d like that a whole lot, sir.” We nod at each other, an understanding passing between us. I put my arm around my girl and we walk out into the bright sunlight of a Saturday afternoon.

And when she looks up at me, smiling that special smile she does, I fleetingly think of rings and cakes.

NEXT: Living with our fav Curtis brothers

[ryo-kaikura]

Yandere male crown prince x top male knight reader

Tw: yandere, abuse of power, reincarnation

Crown prince name: akaru

Don't expect much since both of the are sorta trash

"The fiance I want is my knight"

Later that night

You drag the prince back to his bedroom and help him change his outfit since all the maids and Butlers are cleaning up in the ballroom

"What the f*ck are you doing, u know I already have a fiancee and I don't f*cking love you"

"You will in due time but as your prince you can't say no to me if you don't want your fiAnCeE to rot on the city square"

You were speechless, he never used his authority on you even when you were first appointed to him "fine, give me a year to finalize all of this" "Ok, but you will stay in the palace and sleep with me every day" "Every month" "Every two days" "Every 3 weeks" "Ugh fine, every week" With a heavy heart you accepted it because you know he won't go any higher "Very well I shall pack my stuff and move in to the servant quarters"

He looked shocked you even suggested that "No! you will stay in my room and sleep beside me every day and once a week f*ck me till dawn" How does he know all this even you don't even know "Very well, I shall move in with you" "My prince" Huh? "That's what you will call me starting today" "Why" "Because I said so silly now go and pack you stuff I want you back here in three hours"

With a nod I left, truthfully I was reincarnated the day before being appointed as the prince personal guard, this world is in a novel called "my shining lover" Which is why the crown prince name can mean bright, tho this and that is never bright, my character was the cold but loyal knight, the one who kidnapped the FL, the one who murdered under his orders but in the end as a scapegoat to look heavenly in the FL's eyes the crown prince killed him.

That's why I try to be nice and not cold to other people and even the prince, but I think that's why he became obsessed with me. But I will wait for the FL to come so he's gonna be obsessed with her not me and she will show up in 6 months

A few days later

"My love, I think tonight is the night we f*ck" He remember this but not where is books and paper are "Very well my prince"

That night

"My love~, I'm ready for you 8 inch, uncut, slightly to left, 6 inch girth dick" HOW THE F*CK DOES HE KNOW THIS. "My love~, come one don't be so surprised your soul mate knows this"

Ok...

A few minutes later (I don't know how to start this so bear with me)

"OoOh hi youroO dick issumuch" "More more more Aahhh" F*cking hell His keeps me to fully get out and it's like a vice, I can't get enough it sooo f*cking good I can fuck this till tomorrow

Tomorrow

F*cking hell he's still tight after filling him up till he looks pregnant but good does he look eternal. With the nth time I come and him barely awake I bring him to the bathroom and clean all the cum from inside him and he still tries to keep them all in just like I ask him to last night but o well

A few month later

Crown prince POV

Where is my love, it's been a week and I want to fuck tonight.

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WHO IS THE B*TCH HE'S CARRYING HE WON'T EVEN CARRY ME LIKE THAT

Normal POV

You brought back the FL that was injured at the woods where you hunt for food as the prince wanted boar tonight.

After putting the FL in the Royal doctor's office

You bring the prince back to the bedroom

"Who the f*ck is that" "It's a she not that and her name is Saku" "Do i give a fuck who her name is I want to know why you hold her soo gently" "My prince I think you should stop that" You grab roughly at the Blackish purple magic in the air "Oouhh" He is on his knees now cumming and pissing at the same time "ho-how do you now" he said while trying to look seductive and it's working "my mother is a witch, the red witch, and I know you 'mother' was the Royal sorcerer"

"I also know you won't like Saku at all so I decided that we will get married in a month and I already gave my annulment letter(you put in a Temporary annulment at first) to my fiancee. Now get on the bed and accept your punishment for thinking you could get away with using magic to harm people"

With that the crown prince tried to remove his clothing as fast as possible and ripping almost all his clothing but he didn't care all he cared about is the marriage and the punishment. You thought of something bad enough he'll be satisfied for the whole month

"you are taking too long slut" "I-I'm sorry I won't ask for a safe word" "Use the old safe word, got it?" "hmm~, yesh" (I know this is a bit cringe but I did this a few weeks days ago so not really the same)

In the end I decide so spank him with a broom full of splinters he forced a maid to use such a beautiful red color. The rest was just edging till he came so hard he passed out but oh well

200 years later

You can't believe in the end you had 50 children but that doesn't matter when you have a beautiful wife and a strong kingdom but your time has come

You wonder what will happen when you treated him differently

With that you draw your last breath and closed your eyes

You awoke in the past the same as before but how will you treat him?

[scarlettmacbeth]

The way you move ain't fair you know - Steddie Fanfic - AO3 - Stranger Things

Steve had enthusiastically told Robin about the successful date.

—So what happened next?

—I walked him home, we hugged each other again, and he went inside —Steve said, smiling.

—Wait... you didn't kiss him?

—Well... no —Steve confessed, blushing—. I do not want to put too much pressure on him; we will take things slowly.

Eddie came through the door and greeted them enthusiastically, as if the thought had summoned him. Robin couldn't help but notice that even as he addressed her, Eddie's eyes followed Steve's every movements. She gladly accepted the excuse to leave them alone when two more customers entered the store.

—I want to rent a tape —Eddie leaned his elbows on the counter and rested his palms on his cheeks as he said, crookedly grinning—. ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’ .

—You have already seen that one —Steve said immediately.

Eddie looked at him puzzled.

—You rented it a month and half ago.

Eddie blushed as he bit his lip. Good memory , he murmured.

—What about you?

Steve raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

—Have you seen it?

Steve shook his head.

—Come watch it with me —Eddie said casually, scratching the back of his neck—. Tonight, at my place?

The exhilarating thought of going on another date with Eddie washed over Steve.

—Sure, I’ll be there.

He arrived on time and brought beers. The trailer was messy, but there was an obvious effort to conceal the wrinkled clothes under the bed and the dirty dishes in the sink. Processed food cans and packages piled high in a couple of trash bags in the kitchen corner. The movie was set to start, the couch was cleared, and snacks were placed on the table. When Eddie walked past him, Steve felt the freshness of his recently washed hair, and his stomach muscles twitched. He had visited Eddie's place before, but they had never gone there by themselves, let alone on a date.

On the screen, Nancy found Tina's diary and began to read about her nightmares. In the meantime, Steve had settled into a cozy stance with his head resting on Eddie's shoulder and his legs propped up on the couch, while six beer cans were scattered across the floor. Eddie's jacket still carried the lingering smell of tobacco and marijuana smoke, and his long hair exuded the scent of lavender shampoo. Steve reasoned that the fragrances themselves had little to do with the strange calm and thrilling ecstasy he was feeling at that very moment, and that the boy wearing them was much more responsible. He wished he could smell his skin directly, feel it beneath his fingers, and use his lips and tongue to commit the shape and texture of his tattoos to memory. Eddie eventually relaxed, his feet on the coffee table and his arm stretched out on the back of the chair, after being taken aback by his sudden closeness. When Steve approached, resting his cheek on his chest, Eddie sighed contentedly and allowed himself to play with the strands of hair that felt so close to his face, pure softness and perfume. He had often fantasized about using his fingers to tousle that flawless mane. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath; upon opening them, Glen dozed off, making him a prime target for Freddy. 

—You totally look like Johnny Depp —Eddie blurted out.

—What? —Steve said—. I do not.

—Of course you do, the typical movie heartthrob —Eddie answered softly—. You should wear crop tops sometime.

Steve looked up at him, their gazes locking. He laughed softly, a calm laugh that brought back memories of breezy summer nights. Eddie was astounded by its warmth, feeling it ascend within him and land on his chest. His heart skipped a beat, and the hand that had become entangled in Steve's hair trembled slightly. What was this bond that held them together in the middle of the night, an inexplicable electricity in the air? It did not need to be explained. Their friendship had begun with terror, suffering, and loss and had since blossomed into something lovely and delightful. Eddie enjoyed the sensation of tension created by Steve's hand resting on his thigh, only hindered by his jeans' fabric. How could he not see that I am all red and sweaty? He can not help but notice the effect he has on me . It was the paradox of the innocent villain, who causes harm by accident; his tender gazes and adorable dimples stabbed like darts into Eddie's soul, drowning in the shivers of that sweet torture. The more Steve gave him, the more his insatiable heart demanded; he knew that if he kept pulling on that string, it would eventually snap, and he was ready to fall with the end in his grasp. The certainty of his impending fall caused his veins to swell with vertigo.

Upon rising from the couch, Steve faltered; he had glanced at his watch and conceded, with resignation, that it was time to leave. Eddie guided him to the door and gave a little start when he felt Steve's lips lightly touch his cheek.

—Good night, Eddie —he smiled as he left—. I had a fantastic time, next time is on me.

With his fingers still firmly planted on his cheek, Eddie gave a forceful nod, as though he wanted to trap Steve's runaway kiss there.

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Eddie has been crushing on Steve for some time, but accepted the fact that his love is unrequited. When Steve asks him out on a date, Eddie agrees, believing it to be purely platonic, just a friends' thing. It takes him three dates and two kisses to come to the conclusion that he is in fact dating Steve Harrington.

[alistair-blackwood]

you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive (Nimona 2023) - Chapter 3 (Preview #1)

(Note: this is not the finalized draft; anything featured is subject to edits or deletion)

Chapter 2 (Recap)

As Ambrosius edged towards unconsciousness, he vaguely registered a harsh scratching noise, like nails scrambling against tile. Above him, someone yelled, followed by terrified screams and a mix of pained yelps and animal-like snarls. "Monster!" "Fucking hell–!" "It's got me, man, it's got my leg–!" The next thing he knew, the cadet's pinning weight disappeared, the shadows looming over him gone. The cadets had vanished, leaving Ambrosius alone on the hard floor, chest rattling as he struggled to breathe through the saliva and blood pooling in his mouth. Exhaustion enveloped him like a thick, suffocating fog. His body, heavy and sluggish, refused to cooperate as the adrenaline wore off. Despite his best efforts, his eyes started drifting closed. The last thing he saw was the muzzle of some creature as it stepped into his line of sight, its hot breath rustling his hair as it stared down at him with black, glittering eyes. Everything went dark.

Chapter 3 (Preview #1)

As Ambrosius regained consciousness, he gradually became aware that he was being slowly crushed.

Groaning, he writhed in discomfort, a dull, throbbing pain pulsating through his head. Prying his eyes open, he tried looking around, squinting underneath the harsh glare from bright lights above him. When he recognized nothing, panic squeezed his chest.

Before he could make sense of anything, however, a figure emerged above him, flashing a smile filled with impossibly sharp, jagged teeth.

Monster.

Ambrosius lurched upright, gasping as a wave of dizziness crashed over him and sent him toppling back down. Bile rose in the back of his throat and he had to screw his lips shut—the only thing that saved him from being sick was the fact that there was nothing in his stomach left to empty.

Struggling to keep his eyes open, he turned back towards the figure. “You …”

The shapeshifter’s grin widened. 

“Me,” she said. "Good to know your head isn’t completely meat-soup, nemesis. I was putting it at 3 to 1 against, personally.”

With a forceful swallow, Ambrosius attempted to lift himself once more, slower this time. The shapeshifter’s scarlet eyes remained fixed on him, shimmering with both curiosity and amusement. Human eyes, he noted. And yet, he had to fight back a surge of unease as he cast his gaze around the room, trying to take in his surroundings.

Instead of the trashed hotel lobby, he found himself inside a shabby, rundown shack of some kind. He was lying on a threadbare couch and had been buried under a truly staggering number of thick, fuzzy blankets. A fabric ice bag lay on the ground, melting in a small puddle of its own condensation; it must have fallen off his head just when he'd been shifting around.

He tried recalling those last few moments in the lobby, but his memory was a blur. There had been the cadets. Some kind of a commotion. The muzzle of a beast. And then, nothing.

Countless questions burned his tongue. When he opened his mouth, however, the shapeshifter shot out her hand.

“I already know what you’re going to ask,” she said, “and the answers are, in order: Here, there, don't know and don’t care, and, yes, this is a new top, thank you so much for noticing.”

Ambrosius blinked, wondering if perhaps his head had indeed been turned into meat-soup. She shot him an unimpressed look.

“Tough crowd. What, you hit your head or something?”

Laughing, she doubled over, slapping her knee. Ambrosius drew in a slow, deep breath, summoning all of his patience, and decided that it wasn't his head that was the issue here.

“Where are we?” he asked.

“Oh, nowhere in particular.” Leaning forward, she dropped her voice to a low whisper. “Just the hellscape that haunts the dreams of good men. Where hope goes to die.” Straightening, she threw her hands over her head. “Welcome to the evil lair, nemesis.”

From the corner of his eye, Ambrosius took in the shack’s dilapidated walls and the junk scattered across the floor. An old board game sat abandoned on the coffee table, surrounded by dirty dishes and an almost empty jug of soda. A pizza box lay tipped over on its side, a few forgotten pieces of crust still inside.

He scrunched up his nose. Well. It certainly wasn’t like any evil lair he'd ever imagined when he was a kid. 

“Where are the cadets?" he asked, turning back to the shapeshifter. "Where’s Officer Laurel?”

Pinky digging into her ear, she lifted a brow. “Officer who now?”

“She was with me at the scene. Dark hair? Wearing a uniform? ”

“Oh, her!” she said, wiping her finger on her pants leg. “Yeah. I ate her.”

Ambrosius’ jaw slackened. Her sharp smile didn’t abate. His eyes widened. “You–”

She shoved his arm. “Freakin' relax, dude, you’re as gullible as the boss, you know that?” Shrugging, she started picking at her teeth. “Eh, she took one look at me and hit the deck. Like, fainted, like in an old movie or something.” Her eyes grew thoughtful. “Wouldn’t it be funny if she thought I was trying to eat you? That’d be pretty messed up, right?”

Ambrosius grimaced. Poor Officer Laurel; he'd need to check in with her as soon as possible. “And the cadets?”

“Those guys? Had them screaming for the hills. I’m pretty sure one of them peed his pants. Always, always funny.” Her eyes jumped to something over Ambrosius’ shoulder. “Oops, hold that thought.”

Ambrosius' eyes followed the shapeshifter as she rounded the couch before they dropped to his hands, his head still trying to process everything. Feeling dangerously close to overheating, he wriggled out from under the mountain of blankets, tossing them aside before sitting up. As he pulled out his phone, however, he scowled; the device had been crushed. Most likely a result of the fight. Another issue on his ever-growing list of problems to deal with later.

Thankfully, the screen still lit up for him at his touch. Dialing the most recent number, mindful of the cracks in the glass, he gingerly brought his phone to his ear.

“Sir!” said a voice as soon as the call connected. “Thank Gloreth, I didn’t know– I saw the cadets scampering off and I went inside and I saw this– this–” 

“Officer–”

“Sir, I saw this wolf-bear thing standing over you!” she exclaimed, her voice sharp with panic. “I think I must’ve passed out because when I woke up you were gone–”

“I’m okay, Officer,” Ambrosius said. “The wolf-bear thing is a …” 

Friend? 

But the word fell apart on his tongue. “… It was trying to help.”

“Oh! Well, that’s– That’s good, then!” She let out a forceful exhale, the sound crackling through the receiver. “I’m not sure what I would have done if something had happened to you, sir.”

Embarrassment crashed over him, sinking to the pits of his roiling stomach. He still couldn't believe he'd let a bunch of academy rookies get the better of him. How utterly disgraceful. “I’m okay. I just wanted to check in with you, Officer, make sure you weren’t hurt.”

“Forget about me, sir, it was five of those bastards against one of you! Are you sure you’re alright?”

For the first time since regaining consciousness, Ambrosius took a moment to assess how he was feeling. The side of his face was stinging, his knee aching as if it were being stabbed with a hot poker. He ran his tongue over a gash in his bottom lip, nausea rising at the metallic taste that burst in his mouth. Dizziness teased the edges of his vision, the room rocking gently on its side. Likely the results of a concussion.

The old injury in his shoulder was throbbing, pulses of dull, tingling pain shooting down his arm. He must have pulled it when he’d been throwing his weight around. He hadn’t even noticed. 

“I’ll live,” was all he said. Sighing, he lowered his head into his hand, wincing as he brushed his nose. Broken. “I'm sorry for frightening you, Officer, it wasn’t my intention. For now, you should just try and put all this behind you and return to your regular duties. I’ll take care of everything from here.”

He’d need to file a report first thing in the morning, and he tried keeping his pessimism at bay at the thought of the uphill battle that awaited him. Rarely had the objectionable behavior of cadets resulted in more than a terse reprimand during his academy days, and he knew things would only be more difficult in the kingdom’s current frenzied, emotional state. After the events of tonight, he’d likely just be seen as chasing a vendetta; the disgraced knight, in cahoots with monsters and villains, seeking revenge against the youths entrusted to protect the realm. He ran the very real risk of blessing those drunk, violent clowns with martyrdom. In fact, it felt inevitable.

His one consolation was that perhaps it would smooth things over with Starcrest's CEO if he’d already completed the bulk of the paperwork necessary for an insurance claim. A paltry comfort after a disastrous day—but it was something.

It took a moment for him to realize he’d yet to hear a response from the patrolwoman. He frowned. “Officer?”

A watery sniffle sounded on the other end of the phone. Alarm shot through him. “Officer Laurel?”

“I’m so sorry, sir,” she said, her voice thick with misery. “I shouldn't have gotten you involved. None of this would have happened if I'd just tried harder sorting this out on my own."

His heart dropped, exhaustion settling over him like a heavy, smothering fog. “None of this is your fault. Your captain was wrong to put you in that situation in the first place. Rest assured, I’ll be filing a complaint with your senior staff first thing–”

"Frankly, sir, I don't give a rat's arse about my captain right now," she said, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. "They hurt you. You could have … you could have been … And it would've been all my fault.”

Ambrosius squeezed his eyes shut, guilt clawing at his chest. Of all the regrettable things to happen tonight, upsetting the patrolwoman might be the thing he regretted the most. “You did the best you could with the situation you were put in, Officer. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

She sniffled. “I'm sorry, sir. I just wisssshhhhzzzzzzztttt–”

Ambrosius flinched at the abrupt, strident static. “Hello? Officer?”

“Ssssszzzziiiiirrrrrrr–”

The line went dead. Ambrosius blinked, pulling his phone forward. The screen remained dark, however, and refused to respond to his attempts to turn it back on.

Cursing, he threw the device onto the coffee table and lowered his head, cradling his face. The patrolwoman’s melancholic words bounced around his skull, juxtaposed with the memory of the almost childlike delight in her eyes from earlier that night. It already felt like eons ago since he'd teasingly offered her an autograph—he should have known that he was setting himself up for disaster showboating like that. How would she look upon him now, if she saw him in this sorry, defeated state?

A dusty hand mirror rested on the coffee table. With a morbid curiosity, he picked it up, and, at the sight that greeted him, recoiled.

A furious, purpling bruise bled along the contour of his cheekbone and jawline, accompanying a bluish-black ring circling his now grotesquely swollen eye. Smaller bruises and cuts marred his lips and lower face from where the cadet had struck him, and the line of his nose had a slight crook to it. Broken, as he'd suspected.

The shadows beneath his eyes, a familiar sight in recent months and easily dismissed, now hollowed out his gaze with a stark, gaunt emptiness. He looked like a skeleton. A tired skeleton.

Tracing the discolored ring around his eye, Ambrosius tried to stamp down the hot, burning hopelessness constricting his chest. All the coverup in the world wasn’t going to fix this. He had no idea what he was going to do for the cabinet meeting tomorrow. He didn’t even want to think what Ballister was going to say.

Bal …

Amidst his brooding, he didn’t see the figure looming over him until it had leaned well into his personal space. When he noticed, he suppressed his urge to flinch. The shapeshifter grinned.

“You see a mirror and you just can't help yourself, can you?” she said, elbow resting on the arm of the couch. “I gotta hand it to you, though; you can really pull off a shiner.”

[nemobeatrice]

I forgot I make GIFs, so you don't have to see deep fried Bruabba.

@februabba2024

Februabba Day 3: Children: Abbacchio Babysits for a Few Minutes

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"Please, can you do me this favor? I'm begging! This is important! Can you babysit this kid for me?" Mista said through the phone.

Abbacchio sighed. He was in the middle of driving. "I don't want to take care of your brat."

"It's not my kid. It's Bucciarati's kid."

"What?"

"Yeah, and don't you have a crush on him?"

"I do. Wait, no! I don't. Well, yeah— It's none of your business! So, you're telling me he's not a virgin? Damn it! Wait, he's not married. I thought he was the type to start a family after he got married."

"I think he found Narancia in a trash can. I don't know. Oh, and I already left the house."

"So, he's at your house?"

"No, he's locked inside Bucciarati's house. I put the keys under the doormat."

"You put the keys under the doormat instead of waiting and giving them to me?"

"I gotta go, man! Oh, and I may have microwaved some food and forgot to remove the fork."

"Damn it, Mista!" Abbacchio ended the call, turned on his siren, and stepped on the gas pedal, driving to Bucciarati's house.

He parked nearby and noticed the keys were under the welcome mat but on top of it.

"Ugh, idiot," he mumbled.

Abbacchio picked up the keys and went inside. The room was surprisingly tidy despite the chaos Mista could make. As for Narancia, he sat on the sofa with an almost empty bowl of popcorn, watching TV.

"Hello," he said.

"Is that popcorn you're eating?"

The boy nodded his head. "Mista made me something."

Right, the microwave. Abbacchio ran to the kitchen, but Mista must've forgotten to turn the microwave on. There was a plate of macaroni and cheese with a large amount of broccoli when he looked inside.

He was unaware of Narancia's presence.

"Can you eat the broccoli for me?" the toddler asked. "I'll give you something." He brought out his hands, revealing saliva-covered popcorn.

"Gross, absolutely not!"

"Dad doesn't like it when I don't eat my vegetables." He gave puppy eyes.

"Don't you want to make your dad happy?"

"But he's not here."

"Then I'll just tell him you didn't eat your vegetables. Eat them, or your dad will ground you."

Narancia hit Abbacchio's leg. It didn't hurt but annoyed him.

"What was that for, you brat?" raised the cop's voice.

"I don't like you!" he yelled, pouting.

The doorbell rang.

"Dad!" Narancia ran to the door.

"Wait! It could be a stranger!" Abbacchio chased after him.

The toddler struggled to open the door, but whoever was on the other door had the key and unlocked it.

"Abbacchio?" Bucciarati called out. He crossed his arms. "What are you doing here? Did Mista leave to go on a date?"

"Is that what Mista's doing?"

"I don't know. Did he forget to warm up the macaroni and cheese before he left?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, he's on a date with someone."

"Ugh, idiot!" Abbacchio clenched his fists.

Narancia laughed.

"Okay, time for bed." Bucciarati carried his son and took him upstairs to sleep. After that, he returned to the living room and sat on the couch, legs crossed. "So, Abbacchio, you're not doing anything, are you?"

"No." He sat down next to him. "I'm not. So, uh, how long have you had that kid?"

"Narancia?" He switched the channel to a fishing show. "Someone abandoned him. I couldn't leave him there. Besides, I always wanted a family."

"A family, huh? You always spoke highly about your parents despite them being divorced."

Bucciarati rested on Abbacchio's shoulder. "Yeah. Maybe one day I'll get married. Although, I wonder if the person knows I like them."

"W-who is it?"

He giggled. "I thought you'd know. Mista told me who you had a crush on."

"That loudmouth. I guess I should thank him."

Narancia ran down the stairs. "Are you two in love?"

"I thought I told you it was time for bed," a blushing Bucciarati dodged the question.

Narancia stared at Abbacchio. They had just met, and the cop had been harsh to him. He probably hated him, which made Abbacchio even more nervous.

"I never ate my macaroni and cheese. I didn't even eat the broccoli," the toddler said.

"Oh, right! I was about to fix that before you came in," Abbacchio said. He picked up Narancia to take him to the kitchen until he realized something. "Wait, hold on, why would you hire Mista to babysit Narancia?"

"Fugo is usually the babysitter, but his family kicked him out of the house. I had to find a home for him to live in."

"Ugh, rich people. Let's move him in with us. How hard can it be to raise a small child and a teenager?"

"Oh, you're living with me now?" Bucciarati asked.

Abbacchio turned red. "Oops, did I say that? We're supposed to go on a dinner date first, right?"

"Narancia, could you go into the kitchen, please?"

Abbacchio put him on the floor, so he moved around and did as Bucciarati asked.

Bucciarati got up from the couch and pinned Abbacchio to the wall. The cop felt his heart racing.

"I don't plan on taking things slow. I wanted you for a while, Leone." Bucciarati's lips got closer to his. When they touched, their lips locked. He withdrew to talk. "Don't you feel the same?"

"Of course, Bruno!" Then he reversed the situation, pinning Bucciarati. "I've been waiting for this for a while." He slid his tongue inside his.

"Dad, I'm hungry!" whined Narancia.

Abbacchio withdrew and wiped the trail of saliva. "We should feed him."

"Alright, let me tell Mista how lazy he was at his job." Bucciarati was about to dial him.

"No, no. Let me. He'll listen to me."

[all-the-things-2020]

No Better Place - Chapter 18

Summary: Cassidy and Javi each have a very bad day. Lots of angst.

Warnings: references to drug overdose, death, and infidelity

Cassidy stared at the box. She’d picked it up three times already, but couldn’t bring herself to open it just yet. You’re being stupid, she chided herself. Opening it isn’t going to make it more or less real. She sighed, tore open the end of the box and slid out the tightly folded instructions. She read them carefully, then tilted the box so that the test stick fell into her hand.

She’d taken pregnancy tests before. Once in college after she’d already broken up with the jerk who had told her he was still in love with his high school girlfriend and couldn’t he just date them both until he was sure which one he wanted. And once again when she was still with Travis. Both times, she’d been about a week and a half late and both tests were negative, fortunately. Now, she was more than two weeks late, but she hadn’t had time to get out and buy a test. Nugget was limping again and had needed some careful bandaging, and Baby Girl had developed a nasty abscess in one of her hooves.

The fact that Javi hadn’t been home in two weeks didn’t help. He was swamped at work, and was not only working late every day, but putting in several hours on the weekends, rushing to complete a proposal for the county on top of his other duties. She understood, but it was still hard. Things had started out so well, but as he settled into his job, he’d started arriving later and later on Friday nights, working in the office until six or seven before he headed for Laredo. Finally, she’d told him to just drive up on Saturday morning if he needed to work late. It wasn’t as if he was doing more than just fall into bed when he arrived anyway. He might as well get a good night’s sleep at his apartment and then drive down.

It had been two months since he’d come down on Friday night, and he’d missed several weekends altogether, including the last two. He apologized profusely when he did come home, and lavished her with attention, but it still put a strain on their relationship. Logically, Cassidy knew he was doing everything he could, but she still felt jealous of the way his job was taking him away from her.

She took a deep breath, went into the bathroom and peed on the stick. The directions said she needed to wait twenty minutes before the results would appear, so she laid the stick on the counter next to the sink, firmly closed the door to keep Linus from investigating and knocking it into the trash can, and went into the kitchen to set the timer.

She busied herself scrubbing the sink and counter, something she’d been putting off for too long. It was mindless but physically demanding enough to distract her (mostly) from listening for the timer. When it did ding, she jumped.

Linus was lying on the hallway floor in front of the bathroom door. He meowed loudly at her. Like most cats, he was mortally offended by a closed door and as soon as she opened it, he walked away, satisfied that his duty was done. Cassidy stepped inside and picked up the test stick. There was a single pink line in the results window: negative.

She’d expected a sense of relief at the result but instead she was overwhelmed by disappointment. She sank heavily onto the closed toilet seat, staring at the test in her hands. You’re not pregnant, she told herself. You’re supposed to be happy. But she wasn’t. As she started to sob quietly, she realized she’d wanted to be carrying Javi’s baby. She wanted a future with him, a life, a family. The idea of a tiny life growing inside her, one she’d created with Javi, was something she desperately wanted to come true.

Maybe Mom was right, she mused. Maybe it’s time to give up this silly dream of being a horse trainer and doing everything by myself. Maybe I need to stop taking so much and start giving. It wasn’t fair that Javier was the only one sacrificing to make their relationship work. He was the one who drove four hours a week just to see her, the one who was working full time and trying to maintain two lives, one in San Antonio and one here in Laredo. She hadn’t given up a damn thing and she was upset because he couldn’t make it down every single weekend. You selfish little bitch, she chided herself. Time to cowgirl up and take some responsibility, time to make a few sacrifices before you screw things up and lose him.

She sat in the bathroom, her face in her hands, as she pondered her options. Honestly, her mother’s idea of renting out her place, moving the horses to Chucho’s and living in San Antonio with Javi was the best idea. The horses would be well taken care of, and she could drive to visit them whenever she wanted. The income from renting the ranch would cover most, if not all, of her mortgage payments, and she might even be able to make a tiny profit. She could even get a job in San Antonio, start building up a nest egg in case she and Javi did start a family.

The more she thought about, the more sense it made. She glanced at her watch. It was almost five o’clock. Javi would still be at work. She’d have to wait at least a half an hour before she could call him at home, and even then, he might not be there yet if he had to work late. This wasn’t something she wanted to tell him in a message on his answering machine, but now that she’d decided, she didn’t want to give herself a chance to talk herself out of it. If she fed the horses a little early, she could drive up to San Antonio, get there before eight o’clock and have plenty of time to talk to Javi and still drive home before it got too late. For that matter, she could always call Chucho from Javi’s place and ask if Luis could feed in the morning, while she spent the night with Javi. She smiled.

“Can you hold down the fort, Linus?” she asked the cat as she hurried through the house on her way to the barn. Linus simply blinked at her. He was a cat and cats always had everything under control.

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As she drove, Cassidy let herself daydream about what the future might hold. By the time she’d reached the outskirts of San Antonio, she’d envisioned a white-washed ranch house with a picket fence and a swingset in the backyard, a brand new barn in the backyard. She and Javi were married, with two kids, and a couple of dogs as well as Linus, who dozed in a bay window surveying his new kingdom. Might as well put yourself in the June Cleaver dress and pearls baking cookies, she told herself, but it was fun to imagine the domestic bliss that seemed attainable for the first time in her life.

When she reached Javi’s neighborhood, she started getting nervous. Whether it was fear or excitement, it was disconcerting. This was the right thing to do, she knew it, so why this flutter in her guts? She pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex and turned off the truck. She could see Javi’s balcony and his lights were on, which meant he was home. In fact, as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could see him leaning on the balcony railing, smoke drifting from the cigarette in his hand. Must have had a rough day, she mused. Well, I’ll surprise him and make it a lot better.

She was just about to open the door and step out of the truck when she saw a shadow behind Javi. Someone was in his apartment. The sliding door was open and a woman stepped through it, the light from inside clearly illuminating her long, dark hair and curvy figure. Javi turned toward her and she handed him a drink. Javi took it and the woman laid a hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently, and led him back inside.

Cassidy felt her entire body go cold. If Javi was having a rough day, it was clear he already had someone ready and willing to help him forget it. She thought she was going to be sick. Here she’d been, spinning fairy tales in her head, getting upset about a negative pregnancy test, while Javi was cheating on her. She wondered how many of those late nights at work had really been work, how many of those weekends he’d missed had been spent with this woman. This was what she’d been afraid of when he accepted the job, but he’d assured her things would be fine. She’d thought he was different, but he was just as much of an asshole as every other man she’d ever dated. Travis may have hit her, but at least he hadn’t cheated on her.

I need to get out of this parking lot before Javi looks out and sees my truck, she realized with a jolt. Her hands were shaking as she started the engine and backed out of the parking space. Her vision was obscured by tears but she drove nonetheless, making her way carefully back to the highway that would take her home to Laredo and her broken dreams. She reached her house a little after ten o’clock and absentmindedly fed Linus a second dinner before she fell onto the bed fully clothed and cried herself to sleep.

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It had been a shitty day. An officer had been shot overnight, so the entire police department was shrouded in a somber cloud. He would be fine, but it was still unsettling to have someone injured in the line of duty. Javi kept idly rubbing at the spot on his left arm where the bullet had grazed him during that ill-fated raid back in Colombia.

Then that afternoon, Monica had discovered during a routine checkup call that one of the boys in their new program, Andre, had died of an overdose. It shook Javi to the core. Andre had been the one kid he’d thought would make it out of the drug culture. Smart, funny, and charismatic, he could have made it in any career he chose. He was in a drama class at school and had high grades in math and English. And yet, he’d fallen in with some of the other kids on his block, wasting weekends smoking weed. Javi thought they’d knocked some sense into his head before he tried the harder stuff, but apparently Andre was a better actor than any of them realized.

“Crack,” Monica had said with a shake of her head. “He’d starting smoking it and one of his crew convinced him to shoot up. They misjudged the dose and freaked out when he OD’d. They ran and his mother didn’t find out until this morning when the cops found the body in an abandoned house the crew had been using as a hangout. Thank goodness the officer on that beat makes it a habit to check on the abandoned properties in that area every day. He could have lain there for days otherwise.”

Javi knew she was upset, but she’d been doing this longer than he had and his stomach churned all day as he gulped coffee and chomped on nicotine gum. He really was trying to quit, for Cassidy’s sake, but it wasn’t the same as smoking and he found himself sneaking a cigarette or two at night. At work, though, all he had was the gum. He skipped lunch, trying to focus on a report he was assembling for the city council, but it was hard to keep his mind on work after the news about Andre.

“Are you going to be okay?” Monica asked as she was getting ready to leave at the end of the day.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said. “Just going to get a bit more work done before I go home.”

She gave him a look that Javi had privately labeled the Mom Stare. “You are going home now,” she said firmly. “And you’re going to eat dinner. In fact, I’m going to call Rob and see if his mom can take the kids for a few hours. He and I will bring dinner to your house and you will sit and eat it.”

She disappeared into her office and came back a few minutes later. “Go on, pack up and get going,” she said. “Rob and I will be at your place in about an hour.”

Javi knew it was no use arguing with Monica. She treated him like a third child, much to Rob’s amusement. Javi was a few years older than both of them, but Rob loved to call him “son” and pat him on the head. Normally, Javi wouldn’t have stood for that sort of thing, but no one could stay mad at Rob for long. Besides, Monica would have torn him a new one if he’d upset her husband in any way.

He headed home, wondering if he had time to call Cassidy before Monica and Rob showed up. He hadn’t talked to her yet this week, which was down to sheer laziness on his part. He’d been getting home late from work, and after fixing and eating dinner, he slumped on the couch in front of the little TV he’d finally bought and watched whatever drivel was on while sipping a glass of whiskey until his eyes drooped and he headed for bed. He decided to wait and call her tomorrow, when he’d have time for a long conversation.

Monica and Rob showed up with a bag of tacos and enough rice and beans to feed everyone in the building. “The kids love their rice and beans,” Monica explained, “so we’ll take them the leftovers. That’s lunch for the next couple of days.”

While she dished up portions on the plates Javi hastily pulled out of the cupboard, Rob opened two frosty beers and offered one to Javi. “It sucks, man,” he said, unusually somber. “I remember the first time Monica lost a client. It still hits her hard, but the first one’s always the worst.” He clinked the neck of his bottle against Javi’s and took a long drink. Javi merely took a sip. Beer and tacos were not enough to cheer him up.

After they ate, they sat on the couch, Monica in the middle, leaning against Rob’s shoulder. “It’s okay to be sad, Javi,” she said. “It’s okay to be angry, too. Cry, scream, throw something against the wall if you have to, but don’t suppress the emotions. I’m speaking both from experience and as a psychologist.” She leaned forward and laid her hand on his arm. “We’re here for you, Rob and me both.”

Suddenly, Javi needed a smoke. “Excuse me,” he stammered. He found his cigarettes and lighter on the coffee table and stepped outside on the balcony. Even though he was the only one living in the apartment, and smoking was allowed in the building, he always went out on the balcony to smoke. Just in case Cassidy ever came up for a visit, he didn’t want her to smell smoke on the curtains or furniture.

He lit a cigarette with trembling hands. He really needed to get a hold of himself. Monica and Rob meant well. They were wonderful friends and he would have been incredibly lonely without them, but in order to process his emotions, he needed to be alone. He leaned on the railing, and breathed out a plume of smoke. He wondered what Cassidy was doing right now, and what Andre’s mother was doing. He closed his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed with a feeling of compassion and love for the poor woman. He couldn’t imagine the depth of loss she was experiencing.

He took a few more puffs of the cigarette before Monica stepped out with a glass of whiskey on the rocks in her hand. She laid her other hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently as if he was a baby that needed to be soothed. “Rob thought this might help,” she said, handing him the drink.

Javi huffed. “Thanks,” he muttered as he followed her back inside. “Look, I really appreciate both of you taking the time to do this, but I’ll be fine,” he said. “Go home to your kids and just let me deal with this my way.” When Monica started to raise an eyebrow, he hastily added, “I won’t suppress my emotions, I just … need to be alone, okay?”

Monica nodded. “Okay, but call if you need anything,” she said.

As Rob gathered the leftover rice and beans from the fridge, he nudged Javi. “Listen to mom, son,” he said. “She’s been through this shit before. She knows what she’s doing.”

Javi nodded. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “But I’ll be fine.”

They left and Javi sank back down on the couch, after fetching the whiskey bottle. It would probably take more than one glass to get him through the evening. He took a long sip and sat back, finally letting the tears fall from his eyes.

Shit, Andre, if we couldn’t save you, why the fuck are we even trying?

[ironychan]

Scary Monsters

@dysphoria-sweatshirt @30spiders @sweatersexual @angrylittlesliceofpizza

Part 1/? - Rocco's Closet

Part 2/? - School for Monsters

Part 3/? - The Waternoose Family

Part 4/? - The Terrifying Humans

Part 5/? - Hiding Places

Part 6/? - Nobody's Fault

Once out of the car, the boys quickly got wet in the rain again, and once they were completely transformed Curtis led them up to the middle-sized building. As they climbed the steps, Luca looked to his left and saw a tiny car pull up in front of the smaller building. A creature the size of a rat climbed out, carrying paper bags that seemed to contain things like a single strawberry and one large snail. This being hopped up the steps, and then went to an even tinier door set within the already small main one, and balanced a grocery bag on one knee as it got out its keys.

Back at the middle-sized building, Curtis pressed a button next to the door. Something made a buzzing sound, and a speaker crackled. “Who is it?” asked a voice, distant and tinny but recognizable as Louise.

“It's me,” Curtis replied. “I brought you some of Maureen's birthday cake.” He glanced at the boys on either side of him, then apparently decided not to mention them yet.

“Oh! I totally forgot Maureen's birthday,” Louise sighed.

On the right, the door of the biggest building opened, and a towering dinosaur-like creature with eyes that glowed like red coals looked out. It held up a hand, then called to someone inside, “it's still raining!”

“Then don't stand with the door open!” another voice boomed.

The giant monster shook its head and rolled its eyes, and went back indoors.

“It's okay, Louise,” Curtis said into the speaker. “You've had a lot on your mind. Can I come up?”

“Of course,” she said. The door went click, and Curtis opened it.

“Come on, kids,” he said to the boys.

Louise lived on the second floor. When they reached the top of the stairs, she was already standing in her door waiting for them, with a creature under one arm that resembled a cross between a cat and an iguana. She smiled at Curtis, but then stiffened when she saw Luca and Alberto.

“These young men have a story to tell you,” Curtis said.

“They already apologized this morning,” Louise replied. “I told them it wasn't their fault.”

“From what they said to me, I don't think you heard the whole thing,” Curtis told her.

Louise heaved another sigh. “Come on in,” she said, more resigned than welcoming.

Her apartment was no bigger than the Marcovaldo home above the Pescheria, but less cluttered. It was clear she lived alone except for the iguana-cat. There was a colourful crochet afghan thrown over the back of the sofa, a little threadbare as if it were second-hand, and a variety of photographs on the wall, apparently of members of her family since most of them were also orange and yellow monsters with short horns. A shelf of cookbooks seemed to represent cuisines from around the world, but the titles included strange selections like Best of Terrorkish Cooking and The New Grrrman Kitchen as well as more normal things like Anyone Can Cook.

With the door closed, Louise put her pet down, and it went up to sniff Alberto's ankles. He offered it a hand, and it tried his fingers next before bumping its head against his hand, asking for pats. It had no external ears, so Alberto scratched it under the chin instead.

“Here's your cake.” Curtis offered the box. “It's too bad you couldn't join them for lunch.”

“I doubt they'd have let me back in even to the cafeteria,” said Louise. She took the box, then smiled awkwardly at the boys. “Can I offer you something to eat?” she asked. She didn't sound enthusiastic. The question was merely polite.

Luca swallowed. “No, thank you, Madame,” he said.

“We each had three slices,” Alberto explained.

“They were hiding in the trash processing break room all day,” Curtis said.

“I see.” Unwilling to eat it in front of guests, Louise set the box of cake on the table and gestured to the sofa. “Sit down.”

Luca and Alberto sat. Louise pulled up a long ottoman which had been made to accommodate her three legs, and Curtis took the armchair by the wall. The cat-iguana hopped up into Alberto's lap and settled down.

“Okay,” said Louise. “What else do I need to hear?”

Having already told the tale to Curtis, the boys were quite a bit faster and more organized in the version they gave Louise. A few minutes into it, they both began to dry out, but they'd already told her about the Change, so they simply let it happen. Curtis noticed it first, and watched Louise carefully for her reaction. As the boys' faces transformed, she took a sharp breath in through her teeth and began to stand up.

“No, no, it's okay!” Luca held up his hands.

“We warned you,” said Alberto.

“Yes, you did.” Louise glanced down at her hands. These, Luca noticed, were no longer bandaged, but the fur had been shaved from the backs of them and the palms, already hairless, were covered with scrapes and small cuts. Whatever they'd done to 'decontaminate' where she'd touched the terrifying humans, it looked like it had been painful. Louise looked around the room, then went to the window and pulled the curtains, already half-closed, all the way shut. “Sorry,” she said as she returned to her seat. “Go on.”

The boys continued their story, bringing it up to when they'd spoken to Curtis while hiding in the cupboard. Although Louise had said they'd already apologized, Luca couldn't stop himself from doing it again, now that they had the context to explain exactly what had gone wrong.

“We didn't know there really was a monster in Rocco's closet,” he said. “If we had, we would have... I don't know, wrote you a letter or something instead of trying to scare you back.”

“Yeah,' said Alberto. “We, uh...” he turned to Luca. “You think that's how humans feel about us? Not the ones in Portorosso, obviously, but...”

“No, you're right!” Luca realized. The humans had thought sea monsters probably didn't exist, but if they were, they'd be scary and dangerous and... well, not people. That was exactly how, in those terrifying seconds as the door opened, Luca had felt about Rocco's closet monster. “So yeah,” he said to Louise, “we didn't know. We're very sorry, and we'll never do it again.”

Louise sat quietly a moment, and then asked, “why are you apologizing to me?”

“Well, because you lost your job,” said Luca. “You wouldn't have if we hadn't been there.”

“Yeah, but that's just my job!” She stood up and started pacing up and down the little living room. “You two... you've lost your whole world! Your parents must be frantic. If I had a kid who went to a sleepover and just vanished, I don't even know what I'd do. And now Mr. Waternoose is... you two have to go home!” She sat down again and held on to her horns, the way a human might push their hands through their hair. “You're sorry? I'm sorry. I didn't know what to think when I found you there. I'd seen the tour group earlier and I assumed... I should have asked more questions. What are we going to do with you?”

Luca hadn't expected that. It hadn't occurred to Luca that Louise might feel bad about what she'd done to them. It had been an accident!

It must have occurred to Alberto, though, because he gently elbowed Luca in the ribs and said, “I told you it was her fault.”

“Don't say that!” Luca protested.

“No, he's right,” said Louise.

“It wasn't anybody's fault. Nobody knew what was going on,” Luca pointed out. “Anyway, it's also not fair that Mr. Waternoose is hoarding all the screams. If he wasn't doing that, we wouldn't be in danger now.”

“Never mind that right now,” said Louise firmly. “We have to get you home. We'll have to get that door out of... the door was sent to review, wasn't it?”

“Yeah,” Curtis said. “I couldn't take them there after hours with everything locked up. I told Maureen I left something in the kitchen but there wasn't any excuse I could have made to the review workers.”

“Taking them there when the place is up and running isn't going to be easy, either,” Louise said.

Curtis thought about that. “Security around review can be pretty tight... but the door's not the only thing we're going to need.”

“We need a scare station,” Louise agreed.

Luca looked at Alberto, who shrugged – he had no idea what they were talking about, and nothing to contribute, any more than Luca did. They were just going to have to trust these people.

“The easiest thing to do would be just slip the door into the scare queue and then smuggle them through while everybody's busy,” Louise said. She stood up to pace again. “Except of course that I've been fired! We'll need another scarer, but who would risk their job for this? Scarberry is a stickler for rules, he'd turn us in at once. Zamora is probably thrilled I'm not there to make him look bad anymore, as if it's my fault his kids prefer to yelp than scream. He won't help. I don't know about Yamanaka but I'd bet...”

“What about the new guy?” Alberto asked, desperate to offer something. “Sullivan?”

Neither of the boys had actually seen the monster who'd apparently replaced Louise. When they'd heard his voice in the little kitchen he'd sounded nice, but then, a lot of monsters probably sounded nice when they weren't terrified of a human. Much like a lot of humans sounded nice when they weren't afraid of a sea monster.

“I don't know... I've only known him the one day,” Curtis said carefully, but he seemed to have the germ of an idea. “He just started yesterday, and he's not familiar with procedures yet. He definitely won't recognize the door, and if I tell him he's supposed to be scaring in that room, there's no reason he wouldn't believe me.”

“He might lose his job, too, though,” Luca protested.

“No, he won't,” Curtis assured him. “He was at the top of his class at MU – Waternoose had to outbid a company that wanted him to move to Lake Eerie. If we're caught, I'll take the blame. Louise is right, this is more important than her job or mine.”

Luca didn't like that. He didn't want to cause any trouble for people who were trying to be nice to him. It didn't seem like he had much choice, though – he and Alberto didn't know enough about this world, while Curtis and Louise actually lived here. So all he said was, “thank you, Sir.”

“All right, let's figure this out,” said Louise.

She and Curtis set to work, planning how they would get the boys into the factory unseen. They decided to rent a truck and pretend they were making a delivery – then they could enter through the back of the building and avoid witnesses. From there, they would have to retrieve Rocco's door from the review department. Curtis said he would lie and say he'd written a wrong number on the form, substituting the next door in the set for Rocco's. From there, he would place it in the day's queue. After that...

... after that they weren't quite sure. Keeping Sullivan in the dark would be easy, as he was still learning and would do what he was told. Other people, however, would know that something strange was going on, and if anyone asked questions Curtis would have to improvise. As for getting the boys through the door, that was impossible to plan ahead for. They would have to just wait for an opportunity.

“It doesn't matter if you're caught,” said Louise. “The only thing that matters is getting them home.” Luca started to protest again, but she reached as if to grab him by the shoulders, before apparently thinking better of it and withdrawing her paws. “You said you didn't want to cause trouble and I appreciate that, but whatever trouble happens, we're adults, we can deal with it better than you can.”

Luca nodded. He and Alberto didn't want to stay here, and wouldn't have been able to even if they could.

With their plan set, Louise and Curtis agreed to meet early the next morning – Curtis would bring the truck, and Louise would pretend to be an employee. They said goodnight and Curtis headed home, and Louise looked them over again. She'd been giving them uncomfortable glances throughout the planning session, perhaps bothered by them just sitting there looking them looking like creatures she'd been taught to be afraid of. Several times, she'd even checked to make sure the curtains were shut, even though she was the one who'd closed them only minutes ago.

“I guess you two need somewhere to sleep,” she said.

“Yes, Madame,” Luca said.

“Do you have a treehouse?” Alberto asked.

“No,” said Louise, not sure what to make of that question, “but I do have a sofa bed. Get up.”

The boys obediently stood, and Louise handed them the cushions to hold while she unfolded the sofa into a mattress. Then she disappeared into another room, and came back with a pair of oversized shirts. At first, Luca and Alberto couldn't figure out what they were supposed to do with these, unless make tents out of them – they were sized for large monsters, and even Massimo would have found them big.

“Nightshirts,” said Louise, seeing their confusion. “I'll take your clothes down to the laundry.”

“Oh, thank you!” Luca said. It would be nice to wear something clean again.

“I'm sure you'd also like a bath,” Louise added. “It's in there... um... will that make you change back to normal?”

Luca and Alberto exchanged a glance. “Well, yes,” said Luca, “but it wont' stay. We'll Change again when we dry out.”

“It's not that one's normal and the other isn't,” Alberto added. “They're both normal. It's just what we do.”

“Right, sorry,” said Louise. She opened the bathroom door and showed them in. “Do they all look like you? The monsters where you come from. You've both got scales and fins, and you're about the same size.”

“Yes, they all look like us,” said Luca, though he found it a strange thing to say. In his mind, sea monsters all looked very different from each other, even more than humans did – but to monsters who could have various numbers of legs, eyes, and wings, they probably would all look the same. “It's because we live in the water. Our fins and gills help us survive.” He'd learned about evolution and how it affected organisms in school.

“That makes sense,” Louise decided. She ushered them into the bathroom.

Like the rest of her apartment, this was small but comfortable. She even had several scented soaps, although they had labels like tidepool and titan arum and the boys decided to use the unscented ones. It was a marked contrast with Harry's house, which had been so over the top in the places where the family lived and so bare everywhere else. Luca and Alberto washed up, and when they came out again, clean and dry and back in human form, they found that Louise had made up the sofa bed for them with sheets and pillows. She looked disappointed to see they'd already Changed again.

“We can get wet if that would help,” Luca offered.

“No, I don't want my sofa getting wet. It'll take forever to dry,” Louise replied. She'd sat down on the end of the sofa bed and turned the television on, and was watching something identified by a title card as Scary Mason. The boys weren't sure where they were supposed to go, but Alberto decided to go sit down on one side of Louise, so Luca sat on the other.

“So you two are from...” Louise thought for a moment. “It was Mean Time plus one hour. I don't remember the name of the place.”

“Italia,” Alberto supplied. He didn't know much geography, but he'd learned to find Portorosso on a map of Europe, and was quite proud of that. Luca, the one who'd taught him, nodded.

“What's it like?” asked Louise. “All I've seen of the human world is kids' rooms at night.”

“We're right by the ocean,” said Luca, “and there are more hills than here.”

“It's warmer, too,” Alberto said. “They grow grapes in the hills and tomatoes, and olives. There's sheep, too, which are like big white sponges on legs, and they keep cheese under their wool so you have to shave them in the spring to get it out.”

“In the water we raise seagrass and goatfish,” Luca added, ��and sturgeons for their eggs, and some of the richer families have groupers.”

“The humans catch fish, but they're careful not to take the ones the sea monsters keep,” Alberto said. “We've explained it to them, and they stay away from the pastures.”

“It sounds like you get along very well,” said Louise.

“Yeah. Humans are just people,” Luca said. After his earlier revelation, he wanted to emphasize that. “I even go to school with them in Genova. That's a big city, although there are bigger ones. My friend Giulia says the biggest is Roma. They've still got buildings there that are two thousand years old. We've never been, but we're definitely gonna go someday.”

Luca stopped there and thought for a moment. He was starting to have an idea... he wanted to fix the problems they'd caused Louise by being here. They couldn't do that in this monster world, but maybe they could somewhere else...

“I'm pretty much the greatest fisherman in town, except for my Dad, Massimo,” Alberto said. “He's only got one arm, but he's stronger than any of the guys with two. Every morning I deliver the fish on my bike. I saved up to buy myself one, because Giulia said I wasn't allowed to ride hers anymore. I didn't even crash it on purpose.”

Louise nodded. “I've never met a human I wasn't trying to scare,” she admitted, “but I always got the idea they were skittish, bitey sorts of creatures, like... like raccoons or something. Like they'll attack you if they're cornered.”

“Nah, they know we're good,” Alberto said. “Even when people from out of town visit, their relatives just tell them we're okay and they're fine.”

That seemed to be confirmation that Luca's idea was good. He took a deep breath. “Maybe you could come with us?” he suggested. He was pretty sure that taking Harry would have been a disaster, but Louise was very different.

Louise laughed. “Oh, I'm sure that would go over great!”

“No, I mean it,” Luca said. “I'm sure you could get a job there. The fishermen always need help, and there are jobs on the farm at the end of summer. You'd just have to apologize to Rocco.”

“Yeah!” Alberto agreed, sitting up a little straighter. “Or you could even work in the Pescheria! If they're okay with us, they'd be okay with you.”

“They're okay with you two because you look like them,” Louise said. “I suspect they think you're really just humans deep down, like I'm okay with you right now because I know you're actually monsters under the skin.” Despite these words, she got up and moved to the ottoman again, shifting it so she could still see her detective show. “Besides, you two don't want to be away from your own kind forever, do you? Neither do I.”

“Oh. You're right.” Luca hadn't even thought of that. Of course he and Alberto wanted to go home. Why would Louise be any different. “Sorry.”

“Don't apologize,” Louise said. “I'm sure I can get another job here. There are other energy companies, even though Waternoose is doing his best to gobble them up. Or I could try something else. I do like my job. I like knowing when a light goes on that I helped make that happen. But there's other stuff in the world and maybe I wouldn't have to put up with idiots like Steve Watkins.”

Once Scary Mason was over, Louise took the boys' clothing and some other laundry down to the basement, and they settled into the sofa bed. It wasn't the most comfortable bed in the world, having rarely been used and the fold lines in the mattress very distinct, but it was still better than the bed with no blankets at Harry's house. Part of it was because there was no need to fear discovery here, it was probably also because Harry had hidden them away in part of the house for things his family didn't want to think about. Louise, on the other hand, had unfolded her sofa and made room for them in her home.

“I hope we don't get her in any more trouble,” Luca said.

“I don't think she minds. She seems really nice,” Alberto replied with a yawn.

This was meant to make Luca feel better, but instead it seemed even more unfair that Louise was having to find a new job because of them. If Mr. Waternoose was working hard to buy up all the other scaring companies... what if he bought one and found Louise working there? Would he fire her all over again? Maybe it would be better, after all, if she just did something else.

There must be a solution. He would just have to think about it long enough.

Going to sleep at Louise's apartment was very different from Harry's house, and so was waking up. Yesterday morning they'd been alone and hungry and hadn't known what to do, and had only barely gotten away. Today they woke to sunshine and the smell of food cooking. Luca yawned and sat up, and looked towards the kitchen. Squinting in the sun that was coming directly through the window, he made out Louise at the stove. She looked back and saw him, and waved.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Buongiorno, Signorina,” replied Luca. He wondered what time it was. It felt very early, and if the sun was right in the window it must be quite low.

“I'm making pancakes,” she said. “Want some?”

Next to Luca, Alberto stirred. “Hmm? Breakfast?” he asked. The iguana-cat had been sleeping by his feet, and it raised its head and yawned, showing off long sharp teeth.

“Yeah, frittelle!” Luca told him. “Come on, let's get dressed.”

The pajamas they'd worn for their sleepover at Rocco's were now clean and dry, and while they were stained a bit from all the muddy water, it was still much better than wearing them dirty, or the giant nightshirts they'd slept in. Both Luca and Alberto were cheerful and smiling as they bounced into the kitchen.

“Here you go.” Louise put plates in front of them. “I've got butter and syrup, too.”

“How about Nutella?” Alberto asked.

“I think there's some here somewhere.” Louise opened a cupboard. “Let me see.”

Luca poured syrup on his pancake and took a big bite. Monster food seemed to taste okay, even when, like the three-eyed fish, it didn't look very appealing. The pancakes just tasted like pancakes, and the syrup like syrup... though it wasn't enough to make him regret refusing Harry's eyeball lollipops.

“Found it!” Louise put the jar of spread on the table, and Alberto dug into it with a butter knife.

“Thank you, Madame,” said Luca politely.

“You're welcome.”

Alberto, who always ate as if he hadn't been fed in a week, stuffed half a pancake in his mouth. “You got any kids?” he asked, around this mouthful.

“No, I don't,” Louise said. “I do have two little nephews, and I spoil them rotten on their birthdays. Is the pancake that good, that you're already asking me to adopt you?”

“Nah, I'm already adopted,” Alberto assured her. “I was just wondering.”

A buzzer went off. Luca and Alberto looked up in alarm, but Louise just crossed to a speaker on the wall and pressed a button there. “Yes?” she asked.

“It's me,” replied the voice of Curits. “I've got the truck.”

Luca relaxed – of course, they'd seen the other side of that last night.

“Great, come on up,” Louise said. “We're having pancakes.” She pushed a different button.

Curtis knocked on the door a couple of minutes later. Louise let him in, and the iguana-cat looked up from its breakfast – a bowl of what appeared to be dried mealworms and roly-polies – to see who was there. Once the animal realized this guest was familiar, it returned to the bowl. Curtis bent down to give it a couple of pets, then stopped short as he saw Luca and Alberto sitting there eating.

After a moment, he relaxed. “Sorry,” he said. “There's this old safety poster in the locker room at work, showing a human kid with blood all around its mouth, but the colours faded over the years so the blood looked brown.”

Luca turned to Alberto, who had Nutella smeared around his mouth. Alberto realized what Curtis was referring to, and grinned sheepishly before wiping his mouth on a napkin. Luca giggled.

“Pancakes?” Louise asked.

“Yes, please!” Curtis pulled up a chair. “Your cooking is always a treat, Louise.”

“There's no need for flattery, it's just a pancake.” She handed him a plate.

“Maybe you could work at a restaurant,” Luca suggested.

Curtis had been busy cutting a piece of pancake, but at that, he dropped his cutlery. “What, give up scaring?” he asked. “No way, Louise is the best!”

“She must be pretty good at it,” Alberto mused. “Signora Marsigliese said Rocco never wants to go to bed at night anymore. Sometimes he sits and cries for ages after Louise has been in there.”

“Sounds like my younger nephew,” said Louise. “For a while he was convinced there was a human under his bed and didn't dare get up at night. He thought it would grab him if he dangled a limb over and then...” she glanced over her shoulder at the boys, then shook her head and took the last pancake out of the pan. “Well, silly thing to worry about, anyway.”

They finished eating and washed the plates, and then it was time to head for the factory. They wanted to arrive by seven AM, not so early as to look suspicious, but before too many people arrived for the day. They also didn't want to frighten anybody on the way, so Alberto and Luca got wet again, and the group headed downstairs. They could hear people moving around and talking in the other apartments, but the halls of the building were empty.

They opened the front door onto the step, and there they got a shock.

A bundle of Monstropolis Argus newspapers had been left there – and these ones had a headline reading JUVENILE DELINQUENTS CAUSE CHAOS AT MONSTERS INC. Louise untied the twine and picked up the top copy, which unfolded to show a pair of police sketches that were obviously meant to be Luca and Alberto, although they looked much scarier than the boys actually were. Since the monsters here seemed to consider scariness something to aspire to, maybe they ought to be consider this a compliment.

Louise blinked at this a couple of times, then quickly folded the paper, put it back on top of the pile, and hefted the whole thing into the garbage bin. She then went and grabbed the much larger papers on the steps of the bigger building next door, while Curtis went to grab the tiny ones on the other side. These went into the bin as well, and Curtis filled two buckets with water from a spigot on the wall so that the boys wouldn't dry out in front of anyone.

The rental truck was parked in the lot. It was a big boxy vehicle, painted with a colourful underwater scene featuring a squid-like creature and text to inform the viewer that the Tully Monster was the State Fossil of Chillinois. Luca and Alberto scrambled into the back and Curtis climbed up on the bumper to pull the rolling door down.

It was almost closed when a booming voice rang out: “Louise! You're up early!”

Curtis quickly shut the back and the lock clicked, leaving the boys in warm, stuffy darkness.

“Good morning, Cynthia,” said Louise. “Curtis is just helping me get some stuff from the factory.”

The truck rattled as giant footsteps approached. Luca grabbed Alberto, terrified.

“You must have practically lived there!” said Sylvia's voice from high overhead. “Shame about your job. Who were those boys your friend had with him last night?”

“Uh... boys?” asked Louise.

“Alan went to check if it were still raining, and stood there like a fool with the door open,” Cynthia explained. “When he finally shut the door and came back in, he said your assistant was there with two little boys.”

“Oh, they're my nephews!” said Curtis. “Yeah. My sister married a fish monster from Fort Clawderdale! They want to be scarers when they grow up, and Louise is kind of their hero, so I brought them to visit.”

“Very nice young monsters,” Louise agreed. “Nothing like some of these delinquents you hear about. I can't stay and chat, though, I've got a lot to do today.”

“Of course,” said Cynthia. “I just came out for the paper, actually. Isn't it here yet? I could have sworn I heard the truck.”

“Maybe he's running late,” said Curtis, climbing into the cab.

“See you later, Cynthia!” Louise got in the other side, and the engine started.

Luca sat down and curled his tail around him as they pulled out into the street. What would happen when Cynthia eventually saw the paper? When it never arrived on her step she would surely go looking for one elsewhere. If this place were anything like Portorosso there would be a dozen places to get newspapers. Signor Gamacchio's store carried everything from the local Giornale to the Secolo from Genova to the Tempo all the way from Roma.

“Hey, cheer up.” Alberto sat down beside him and patted him on the back. “We're going home today.”

“Only if this works,” said Luca.

“It will,” Alberto promised him. “Louise and Curtis are good. I never trusted Harry anyway.”

Luca's eyebrows rose. “Oh, you didn't?” he asked pointedly.

“I didn't! I only pretended to because I thought it was the fastest way home!” Alberto huffed.

Luca looked him right in the eyes. Alberto stayed sullen for a moment, then his shoulders sagged. “I knew it was a bad idea,” he admitted. “But we needed somebody to be nice.”

“Giulia says sometimes you really gotta listen to Bruno,” Luca told him.

“You never know when until afterwards, though,” Alberto said. “Do you think Harry's in a lot of trouble?”

“Probably,” Luca sighed. His annoyance with Alberto's lie had been fleeting – yeah, trusting Harry had been a mistake, but it wasn't as if Luca had been able to think of anything better. If it had been up to him, they would probably have just been left standing in the car park until they dried out again, and heaven knew what would have happened to them then.

They'd been nothing but trouble to anyone in this world, he thought, including themselves. Why did it have to be that way? Why did everybody have to panic? It seemed that monsters of all kinds – whether land, sea, or bedroom closet – were so scared of each other when they really didn't have to be. All of them were just people.

Maybe that was what made all three monsters.

[taralen]

This is an excellent analysis that I would like to add to as someone who [[suffers]] deals with mirroring mental health issues like him, in addition to having over a decade of [[top-rated]] customer service and sales experience.

Spamton's unusual dichotomy between a total bastard and a sympathetic yet broken person can also be attributed to psychosis paired with a strong and near-constant state of mania. These conditions fuel illusions of grandeur and irritability and can cause someone to have displaced feelings of time and space, thus limiting their impulse control and rational thinking. At any given moment, he could think something is a good idea and then probably regret it mentally after the deed's already been carried out. Someone can act like a complete jerk on the outside but be screaming in agony on the inside, and I strongly believe this is the case with Spamton. He is terrified of people discovering his inner self: a sad man who likely still has the insecurities he once did as an ambitious yet foolish Addison.

He battles constantly with his sense of self, ambitions, and delusions that fuel his entire state of being. As a former professional salesman (with implied business ownership) and media darling, his public image was the most important thing to him. Without an audience, he has no reason to put this mask up, so he's become rude, belligerent, and morally bankrupt over time. It's the mindset of, "Why should I be kind to these people when I did all these things for them only to be tossed out like yesterday's trash?" He feels slighted by them, so he's always rude and grumpy despite knowing how to talk smoothly (and perhaps de-escalate situations) in the past.

Isolation and lack of social support will screw someone with an already fragile mind into a state of self-sabotage. No matter what he tries to sell, everyone sees it as trash, and he knows what a quality product is since he used to sell stuff people wanted. The storefront is likely just another delusion or coping method to "re-live" his past. It's highly unlikely that anyone, not even that sentient trashcan, is willing to purchase anything from him due to being, quite literally, canceled by the same people who used to praise him.

By the time Kris meets him, he's already at rock bottom. He's desperate and acts impulsively. He is just incredibly lucky to run into someone like Kris, who sympathizes with him and has a Lightner's soul. Kris is also young and impulsive for trusting a stranger, but like Spamton, Kris is desperate for answers and solutions to their problem, which is still unclear to the audience/player at the time of writing this.

Also, going by the route where you use ATTACK on Spamton, he cries [HELP], then goes on a rant about how he was beaten up. Based on previous dialogue trees, we can assume that he's projecting a past experience of getting beaten up since the scenario he's describing is not what Kris was doing. Why would anyone want to be nice to people when he could be assaulted?

I used to work in one of the roughest cities on the West Coast of the USA, and I had co-workers who would come in with cuts and bruises just because some total asshole decided to beat them up on their way to work, and these were honest, hard-working dudes just trying to get by. How much more for a homeless man like Spamton, who faces social isolation and scrutiny?

Although this is up for debate, it's implied (somewhat heavily) that he wasn't always a puppet. The "puppification" process probably didn't help his social image and branded him as a "freak" to the other citizens. His past fame made it difficult for anyone to understand his problems clearly, and now that he looks "ugly," people only see him for his outer appearance and not the man crying out for help inside.

This is a minor aside, but I experience a similar (though not exactly the same) problem of being unable to express myself easily in person. I get a warmer reception than he does, but people often assume nothing is wrong with me. I blame it on my training in customer service and public speaking, which conditioned me to always talk as confidently as possible when in person or on call. I suspect Spamton faces a similar problem of not knowing how to shake this off. In his case, we only know he is suffering because of Kris's POV. He doesn't want to show this side of him to anyone else, hence why Ralsei and Susie were not allowed into his "store." People likely assume he's a crooked salesman and nothing more.

Anyway, this literally turned into a college essay, so I'll leave it at that. I love the stuff you pointed out and wanted to expand upon the ideas. Sorry for the omega-long post!

One reason why Spamton still compells me as a character, is that he has so much character.

He lived a pretty shitty life advertising to a crowd that wouldn't hear him. He lived in luxury in a mansion run by a very unserious ruler. He lives in dumpsters scattered around the city, and has a shop located in the Trash Zone.

How much does he know? We don't know.

He's unbelievably impolite. He's pushy and a prick. He literally scams you after you Already agreed to help him. He thanks you for clearing out the city with Noelle. He considers Kris a friend and wants to Help them as much as he wants to help himself.

He's a car salesman. He's a spam email. He's a digital character. He's a ventriloquist dummy. He's draped in black and white. He has the most ridiculous color palette out of any boss in the game. He claims to only care about money. We see him care so deeply he gives away his only remaining possession. He takes things too seriously. He makes a good amount of jokes throughout his mission.

He's a walking contradiction and I love him. I love him so much.

[ghostselena]

Two for One

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader

Summary: When two kooks convince themselves that they can get you to fold, they're surprised by the idea you propose.

Warnings: I...yeah.. - Male to female intercourse, creampies, unprotected sex (wrap it up), lots of body fluids, fingering, public sex, they're making them FIT, 18+ [2.6k words oops]

a/n: I'm not sure if anyone has done something like this, let me know just in case. Also thank you for 400+ followers, insanity! The way writing has been my stress reliever for the last two months and this is the sweetest treat that came along with it, so thank you again! Hella more to come ;)

The simple, yet provoking outfit you wore to the bonfire had the boys on high alert. Eyes following your every move and each conversation that you had with your friends.

Rafe never saw you as someone who he would date, and neither did Topper. Though you were a kook yourself and even graduated the same year as the Cameron boy, the thought of being with someone who hung out with pogues was not on their agenda.

They've seen you around the country club, hanging with your girlfriends, even Sarah. But it wasn't until today when they saw you, awakening this yearning need to have you to themselves.

"Has she always been this pretty?" Top drank from his red cup, the liquor no longer interested him. His eyes watched you like a hawk as you sat by yourself on one of the logs, in front of the fire.

His friend only shrugged, scratching his chin before turning to him, "Most definitely," he answered, throwing away his beer bottle to the side, landing it in the trash before building the courage to talk to you, "I'm trying something."

Top stared at him in confusion, watching his friend turn around to face him as he walked, "I got this shit,"

"What shit?" he asked, not understanding where the sudden bravery came from.

He was Rafe Cameron after all, whatever he wants, he gets.

"You'll see."

His feet carried him towards you, fixing his shirt before sitting down next to you, leaving a small space in between you to not overwhelm you with his presence.

He had to be smart, he hadn't been the best person to her friends. There's a small chance she could turn him down with no remorse.

You twirled your drink in your hands, finding joy in the fullness of it since you rarely drank. Jj had given it to you, telling you to let loose and have fun.

And fun you had, but not enough since you were now sat down by the water, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing against one another.

In the calmness of your night, you were on high alert to your surroundings. Most people had already left the bonfire, figuring they could do something more exciting than just drinking and dancing in the sand. You were ready to leave, but found excitement in noticing the two boys keep tabs on you throughout the night.

There was a big chance of seeing Rafe today, and you would lie to yourself if you said you didn't wear this dress to catch his attention.

As much as you wanted to hate the boy, you couldn't. The only reason you even hung around his house was to see him, even if it was just a glimpse. You'd see Sarah every day when you met up with the pogues, but knowing her brother liked hanging inside his room, the chance of sparking up a conversation seemed less strange.

You smiled to yourself when you felt him sit next to you, his strong cologne had hit your senses right away. You took a deep breath to keep yourself from melting in his strong arms.

"Took you long enough," you hummed, taking a few sips from your drinks to relax your nervous self. You'd caught him mid-breath, ready to speak but you beat him to it.

"What?" He questioned, quickly looking at his friend with a puzzled look, only receiving a shrug in response, only hearing part of your conversation

You turned to face him, putting the drink down in the sand to place your hands against your thighs, using your fingers as a distraction, "I've noticed you checking me out all night, any reason for that?"

He was at a loss for words, like a deer caught in headlights. Swallowing down his stammered voice and clearing his throat, a smirk appeared on his lips, "Can't a man admire your beauty, from afar?"

You smiled, ignoring the rosy cheeks that dared to give your flushed state away," Seemed like you wanted to devour me, with your eyes."

He gulped, licking his lips nervously once more, looking over to his friend who turned away and pretended to like the decor of the table's sheets, nodding to himself

You had caught Topper looking afterward, your hand waving over at him, "I loved the color of the mantel as well!"

They were embarrassed, to say the least, not expecting the turns of events that now faced them.

Deciding to drop the facade, he walked over to the two of you—deciding to sit on the opposite of Rafe, the two of them now seated on each side,

You wasted no time grabbing both of their hands, intertwining them together, "I feel the energy here, and, I know just how to fix that,"

They looked at you confused, letting you guide them away from the small group of people that were sitting away from your view, giving you the perfect escape from being seen.

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"This is insane," Rafe spoke, looking around and eyeing the secluded area that was hidden away from the bonfire, the only light source coming from the stars and the moon that now glowed against your skin.

Had you planned your night to go like this? No. But you craved the two boys that now stood in front of you, understanding the plan you'd explained to them on your little walk.

"It's killing two birds with one stone," You crossed your arms, hoping they'd give in to your idea.

"Out here, on the beach?" Top rubbed his temple, wondering if getting caught was worth it.

All this talk with Rafe was a conversation he followed along with, but now that he had you at his mercy, he couldn't wrap his head around it.

Sighing you drop your hands, raising them in surrender, "Nevermind." you turned around, clearly not on the same page with the boys.

The moment you turned, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you towards their chest, your lips met against Rafe's—his long fingers holding onto your hair, keeping you in place.

The suddenness knocked all the air out of your lungs, your arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders before he pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours, "Now, where the hell do you think you're going?"

Two new pair of hands slid down your waist, Topper's chest pressed itself against your back, his lips pressed against your ear, "Thought you wanted us all to yourself,"

With Top's hands cupping your chest and Rafe's lips pressing themselves against your neck, you were over the moon as his tongue slid all the way back up to your lips, capturing them into an intoxicating kiss once more.

There was no going back as soon as you gave in, your body melted back against Topper, your hands were pressed against Rafe's chest.

"My Truck?" Rafe whispered against your lips, his face flushed while he stared down at you, his tall frame towering over you.

"Will we fit?" you asked, your hands tangled against his as you stared at him, biting the inside of your cheek while you wait

"Oh, everything will fit, alright," He smirked down at you, his eyes looking over at Topper before nodding as if they had this planned out beforehand.

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You were laying on the back of the truck, out in the open for anyone to see the three of you.

Rafe had parked the car somewhere a little more secluded, eliminating the possibility of getting caught but it was still rather thrilling.

Your dress had risen up to your sides as you laid down, your underwear was nowhere to be seen, giving the two horny pairs of eyes the perfect view of your wet slit.

"You're fucking perfect," Rafe's lips were soon pressed against your needy clit, his tongue gliding slowly while collecting your juices. Your hands gripped onto his hair, letting out a whimper as he slid in a finger, hungrily eating your cunt as if it were his last meal on earth.

Top had slid down his jeans, the tip of his cock pressed itself against your lips—which you gladly wrapped around his head, keeping your eyes on his as you hollowed your cheeks, welcoming him into the back of your throat.

His hands gripped your hair tightly, positioning his hips to thrust himself deeply into your mouth, loving the way you slobbered all over his cock and down to your chin.

With Rafe adding a third finger into you, your legs wrapped themselves around his head to keep him there—hips pushing forwards to bring you to your first orgasm of the night

He fucked you with his tongue, knuckles deep into your cunt as you felt the familiar fire forming, letting go as you squirt all over his lips and face, fingers not stopping their unforgiving and rough tempo against you.

You pulled away from Top to throw your head back, mouth parted as your legs shook from the pleasure, "Oh, fuck fuck,"

"There she is," he grunted, enjoying how your body responded to his touch. He kept his eyes on yours, pulling his fingers away to wrap them around his lips, savoring the sweet juices that dared to become his favorite thing

"M' gonna ruin you," his hands were now pressed to each side of your face, leaning down to press his lips against your neck, grabbing one of your hands to press them against the tent that wanted nothing more than being buried inside of you

Topper had his hand wrapped around his shaft, keeping his eyes on the two of you, "She's being such a good girl for us, ain't she?"

Rafe looked down at you, brushing your hair out of your face with a smile, "She really is, aren't you sweetheart?"

You bit your lip are you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more than to please them both.

"Mm, let me try something," you placed your hand against Rafe's chest, pushing him back against the truck— which was rather comfortable since he had a thin bed mattress that he could unfold.

As soon as his back had hit the bed, you crawled on top of him—using your hands to unbuckle his pants and slide them down his legs along with his boxers, letting his veiny and girthy cock spring out free.

Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting him to carry such a package which made him chuckle at your reaction, "It'll fit, trust me,"

Your mouth watered, but you wanted nothing more than to fill the ache that craved to be stuffed down your legs.

With your hand wrapping itself around his shaft, he hissed softly, watching the way you parted your lips and took him down your throat, gagging not even halfway.

He held back from buckling his hips, letting you take control as his eyes rolled back, fingers gripping your hair before you pulled away, wiping away the saliva that had slid down your neck with a grin, pumping his cock with your hand, "I need you,"

You held onto his shoulders as you sank down his monstrous cock, letting out a gasp while you shakily whimpered. He was more than you could handle, feeling the way your warm cavern swallowed him in slowly, till you reached the bottom. Your hands pressed themselves against his chest while you rolled your hips down against him slowly, getting used to his size.

His hands slid down to your ass, smacking your ass cheeks harshly before gripping them in his hands, helping you glide up and down at a desperate pace, your moans were held back by your teeth biting down against your bottom lip.

He noticed this and pounded up against you, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from moving, "Fucking let me hear you, slut,"

Your breath hitched at his words, crying out as you held on to him, your walls fluttering and pulsing around his shaft.

Topper had slid behind the two of you, spitting down against his hand to push your body forwards as Rafe's hips came to a halt, "Think you can fit me in there?"

You turned your head to face him, leaning forward to give him space as he pressed the head of his cock against your stuffed entrance, slowly slipping into your tight and sweet cunt, "Holy shit," you let out, feeling overly full with the two of them thrusting themselves into you.

It felt deliciously good as you moved your hips back against them slowly, savoring every moment as they moaned, Rafe's hand sliding up to cup your breast in his hands, pulling down your dress from the top to wrap his lips against one of your nipples, squeezing the other one softly.

Top's hands gripped your sides, digging his fingers into them and jerking his hips into you, grunting as he pushed one last powerful thrust before spilling himself inside of you, his teeth bit down against your shoulder to keep himself quiet.

The warmness of his seed made you slide off from Rafe's, using your hand to wrap it around topper's cock and slide him into you, milking every last drop of his seed.

"Such a needy whore," he choked out, holding onto you as his hips jerked one last time into you, letting out a breathy moan before sitting back against the mat.

You let go of him, looking down at the other boy who watched you in awe, "You're fucking perfect,"

Grabbing the base of his shaft you slid down his leaking tip, moaning softly against his ear, "Yeah?"

He couldn't take the way you slowly slammed down against him, wanting nothing more than to split you in half.

He wrapped his arms around your waist once more, spreading his legs slightly before lifting his hips, rolling his hips into you at a reckless pace, the sound of smacking flesh filling the air as he pounded roughly into your throbbing pussy.

"You're gonna feel me for days," he grunts, loving the way your fingers ran through his hair before gripping it in your hands, your moans encouraging him to flip you over, pressing your face down against the mat.

"You're ours now, nothing but a pussy for us to fuck," he whispered against your ear, balls swinging against you while you pushed back against his thrusts, spreading your legs wider to let him hungrily devour you whole.

"M' so close," you whimpered, scared of letting out the moans you've been holding back, knowing they'll catch the attention of the drivers passing by.

You were sweating, moving your hips back to match his pace, feeling him deep as your face grows hot, "Cmon pretty girl, give daddy what he needs," his words were encouraging, struggling to speak as he chased his climax.

Your walls gripped themselves around his cock, back arching as you saw stars— breath hitching as you came all over him, crying out his name, "Holy fuck, Rafe!"

He whispered sweet nothings against your ears as his hips stuttered, spilling himself inside of you till every last drop, using his hands to move your hips back against him slowly with a satisfied sigh, "And ours she is," he turned to face Topper, who had a smirk planted on his face

Your legs gave out under him, letting him have his way with you as you tried catching your breath, "Tsk tsk, you don't think we're done with you, right?"

He pulled out of you, flipping you onto your back—pressing a rough kiss against your hips, the feeling of Topper's fingers pressing themselves against your entrance made you close your legs, to which he held open, shaking his head.

"You're not?" you asked, swallowing deeply as you felt your throat drying up, not believing the words coming out of him

"You've made the mistake of letting us in, and now I'm afraid you're not gonna be able to kick us out, pretty girl."

His words made your cunt clench around nothing, already missing their new owners, and god were you excited.

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Can't replace me

Summary: Rafe find's your sex toy and smut follows

Warnings: smut, sex toys, mutual masturbation

Rafe had offered to help you move into your new apartment, glad you would finally have your own space so he could stop sneaking into your room at night so your parents didn't know. He could finally spend as much time with you as he wanted, fuck you as loudly as he wanted. He was daydreaming about all the possibilities: cooking dinner together, snuggling in bed on a rainy day, spending the night and waking you up with sex. He hadn't complained all day, carrying everything that was too heavy for you and assembling your furniture with a smile once it was inside.

The two of you had taken a break to order some take out, sitting on the couch and sharing some beer. "Thank god you're feeding me, I thought you were going to let me starve." You shove him playfully, jumping up to answer the door when your Chinese arrived. "Please, if you starved then who would help me finish unpacking all this stuff?" He pretends to be offended, scoffing as you bring over his fried rice. "Seriously though, let's hurry up and eat this so we can finish putting everything away." "Your wish is my command y/n," he blows you a kiss before digging in. As soon as you finish he stands up, taking the trash over to the bag in the kitchen.

The trouble starts when he gets into the boxes of your clothes for your dresser. You're in the bathroom putting away towels as you hear him call out for you. "Mind telling me what you need this for?" Your eyes fall to his hands, seeing him holding your bright blue rabbit. Your cheeks instantly heat up, embarrassed that he's seen your sex toy. "Well, sometimes when you aren't around I need something to get me off." You try to shrug nonchalantly, not wanting it to be a big deal. You can tell by the look on his face that he isn't pleased. "So you're telling me that you use this as a replacement to me?" "Not a replacement really, more of a substitute." He chuckles darkly, plan already forming in his mind.

He grabs you quickly, spinning you around and tossing you down onto your bed. "Rafe, what are you-" he's on top of you instantly, pinning your arms above your head as he crashes his mouth to yours. You moan against his lips, kiss already making you wet. He pulls back, hand sliding into your shorts before he starts pulling them down your legs. "Since apparently this does the trick for you, I wanna see just how much you enjoy it." He settles between your thighs, legs forced apart by his large frame. He gives your entrance one lick, your back arches off the bed at the contact as you moan out his name.

He roughly thrusts the toy inside of you, giving you no time to adjust before he turns on the vibrations. You thrash around, pleasure so intense since its on the highest setting already. His blue eyes are glued to your core, watching your walls swallow the toy as he thrusts it in and out. "This how you do it baby? Fuck yourself nice and hard while it tickles your clit?" "Fuck Rafe, feels so good." "I have an idea," he shuts the vibrations off, letting you recover as he just holds the toy in place. "Show me. Show me how you get yourself off."

He pulls the ottoman over to the edge of the bed, shedding his clothes as he takes a seat facing you, stroking his cock slowly. You lean up on your elbows, silently questioning if his serious with a raise of your eyebrow. "Don't be shy baby," he gives you a wink, starting to work his length a little faster. You follow his lead, knees falling open to give him the perfect view of your pussy. You turn the toy onto the medium setting, slowly thrusting it in and out, stopping when it slides in to let the bunny ears tickle your clit for a few seconds. Rafe lets out a groan, already leaking pre-cum from the show in front of him.

You slide one hand up to your breasts, rolling your nipple between you fingers as you moan loudly. "Tell me how good it feels baby, let me hear you." His features are pleasure drunken, slight flush to his face and sheen of sweat on his glorious body as he brings himself closer to the edge. "Fuck Rafe, feels so good. Wish it was your cock." He lets out a string of curses, abs tensing as he falls apart, cum covering his hand. Seeing him release sends you spiraling, eyes screwed shut as you squirt around the toy. You switch it off quickly, vibrations almost too much to handle in the aftermath of your orgasm.

"Shit y/n, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." You laugh as he crawls up onto the bed with you, pulling you into his side. "So not mad about the toy anymore?" "Fuck no, I think we should get some more. See what ones make you cum the hardest." After a few minutes of cuddling and brainstorming on what sex toys to buy, you head to the shower together. Of course you end up pressed against the wall with his cock buried deep inside you. Unpacking can wait until later.

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