#sorry man you know you wouldn’t fall for anyone that’s half assed

[silversiren1101]

💎💎💎 😺 (SUPER late but I am curious if possible)

[For my bestie??? For Xer?? Always girl you know that]

Xer’Kan Tanhua

Minovae drops her cup, letting it shatter on the floor. Her face is stricken with shock.

“Xer… Xer is alive?”

At your insistence, a mix of joy and then anger contorts her eyes, tears building in one of them. “You better not be lying to me! If ever there was anyone that deserved a happy ending among us, it’s her! Never have I seen anyone go through so much that they were so ready to die like her. She seemed almost relieved when she learned her death could fix this Worldwound mess! Stupid, selfish, reckless! …Kind and generous and beautiful Xer…”

The anger rolls off her and she wipes the tears from her scaled cheek.

“We were… are… we’re so alike in that regard, you know? Staying stoic and strong but it’s all act when you’re dying inside and just want it to end. I see her as… as like a funhouse mirror, as silly as that sounds. We’re so alike that the reflection is recognizable: our childhoods and what we’ve gone through just being what we are… how fiercely we protect what’s right and fix any wrongs… the stubbornness and refusal to rest… and our taste in men, of course!” She chuckles a little, sniffling.

“We’re even both kind of paradoxes, aren’t we? Her being the most morose and miserable azata I’ve ever seen to me being the peppiest and humane aeon she has ever seen. A oni-spawn wreathed in butterflies and the ganzi clad in blackened plate…”

She seems wistful as she trails off. “If she’s alive then I hope she finds peace and love where she never has to wield a blade again. She deserves it.”

And one last aside, she mutters under her breath. “I miss her cooking.”

[takumiraine]

Once upon a time Chapter 6

In which Danny has a bad night and Jason is conflicted.

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“So you know how your friend walks home from GU?” Oracle asked, apropos nothing one night while Jason was mid patrol. The pit had been angry, and Jason was just looking for a fight.

“Now is not the best time to talk about him O,” Jason growled, swinging between buildings just to feel the brief rush of adrenaline from stepping off the roof of a building and falling. Watching the ground rush up to meet him. The pit had been angry over the last half hour, and it was only seeming to get worse.

“Alright. Just thought you’d want to know he is in a 6v1 in the Bowery and B is on his way.” Her tone was nonchalant, with an air of ‘have it your way’ even though he knew she knew he wouldn’t be able to leave it at that.

Jason, to his credit, did not splat on the ground or crash into a wall. But it was a near thing. “What?”

“I thought now wasn’t the best time?” She teased, before sending the location to his visor. “From the looks of things, he’s been trained by someone. Just did a sick Judo throw that would make A proud.”

“Is B going to get there first?”

“Oh yeah.” Jason groaned. It wasn’t going to go well.

“Can’t reroute him?”

“You want to tell him why?” Nope. Abso-fucking-lutely not.

“No”

“There’s your answer.”

Jason groaned again, trying his best to swing faster. The closer he got, the more the pit writhed.

—-

Danny met the eyes of Batman, his grin dropping into a scowl. “Why are you here?” He asked, hands clenching back into fists.

“I came to help.” Batman said, beginning to zip tie the criminals hands.

“Help? Help?” Danny scoffed, kicking a rock towards Batman’s feet. “Now you want to help? I don’t need it anymore.” Danny took a step towards him, finger pointing in his direction menacingly. Batman paused and looked down at him again.

“I am very sorry I did not get here sooner, young man. But-“ Danny stormed towards him, getting into the masked superhero’s face.

“But you’re years late guano-man. I asked. And I asked. And I begged. All you” Danny jabbed him in his armored chest with two fingers, core screaming a litany of -rage-hurt-fear-“sent were those government assholes. You call yourselves heroes up there in that fancy ass tower, with your billionaire’s funding, but the reality is, if someone doesn’t live in one of your protected towns then they’re on their fucking own!” Danny shoved him back, and Batman took a couple steps then looked at something above and behind Danny’s head. He didn’t even have the time to look before Batman spoke.

“Hood, now is not the best time.”

Danny spun then, eyes widening then narrowing. “And you!” He stomped over to Red Hood, jabbing him in the chest for good measure. “Are you following me?! First with the stabbing, and I’m not even in your territory and you’re here! you claim you’re not with this asshole, but you’re here? You-“

Danny stopped himself mouth dropping open and core twisting into -recognition-shock-betrayal-angry- eyes glowing green before he could stop them. “oh this is fucking rich. You are stalking me. Knowing where I live isn’t enough? You have to insert yourself into my fucking life?” He backed away from the two masked vigilantes getting both of them into his eyeline. “None of you, or anyone else in your little justice mafia, ever talk to me or try to help me again.”

Danny backed up, circling until he was clear of both of them. Then once he was far enough away, he broke into a run, turning the corner at the end of the block.

—-

“Fuck.” Jason muttered as he realized he had been found out. Seeing the Lazarus green in Danny’s eyes, feeling the fear, shock, betrayal and anger just rolling off of him, his own pit responding in kind.

“Hey B? It was heavily staticked, so I might be wrong, but did the kid say you sent the government after him?” Oracle asked after a long moment of silence.

“He did.”

“I hate that I even have to ask but…. Did you?”

“No. Is there anything we need people on at present?”

Oracle’s typing was heard in their ears for a moment “No, it doesn’t look like it.”

“Recall everyone from patrol to meet at the cave. We need to go over every inch of this and find out what we’re dealing with.”

Jason was slowly moving his hand toward his grapnel. He needed to process this before anything else. Before he could, an engine revved and the Batmobile was pulling up.

“Hood. In.”

“But-“ Jason began to argue, only for Bruce to shake his head. Batman pointed and Jason felt like he was a kid getting caught stealing tires again. The pit in him demanded he fight back, but after a standoff that he knew felt longer than it was he slid into the passenger seat, door shutting behind him.

“He acted like he recognized you.” Bruce said after getting in himself.

“Yeah.” Jason wasn’t going to be forthcoming just yet he was still trying to process what the fuck just happened.

“Hm.” He could feel every ounce of focus not on the road on him and it rankled.

“Just come out and say it B,” Jason snapped.

“You know what.”

“Maybe I don’t. I’m not a mind reader.”

“Hm.” God he was so much like Damien. The apple fell from that tree and became nestled safely on the next branch down.

Thankfully the conversation was interrupted by the clicks of several people joining the main comm line.

“Hey, I heard the recall.” Dick. Great. Just what he needed. Big brother swooping in. “Everyone have their limbs?”

“Possible compromise situation.” Was the only reply Bruce gave. Jason resisted the urge to slump in his seat like a child being picked up from school for fighting.

“I’ll be in asap.” Dick had to be the responsible first born. Asshole.

“I’m also on about the same time frame. Orphan and I are just handing off a minor robbery.” Spoiler’s voice chimed in.

“Robin and I are en route from the south. Riddler was trying to be clever and we were having fun breaking his riddles before he could even finish his spiel.” Red Robin seemed smug. Really those two were the only ones that found Eddy boy the slightest bit amusing.

“I believe he was considering checking himself back into Arkham he was so frustrated with our prowess.” Damian’s smugness was rolling off him through the comm chat.

There was a little bit of extra chatter as they wrapped up the eta conversation, but Jason was trying to decide if he could dive out of the Batmobile and escape before Bruce could turn around.

As if reading his thoughts, Bruce looked over at him and gave him a look. He knew Oracle was keeping an eye on their route too so driving wasn’t needed to be a focus. Jason frowned and even though the mask hid it, he was sure Bruce knew.

When they got to the cave and parked, Bruce got out and removed the cowl. He stood there, watching as Jason got out, pulling his own helmet off. He could still feel the pit scraping his insides, and looking for an escape. How much was his and how much was Danny’s Jason didn’t know.

“Explain before the others get here.”

Jason turned and walked deeper into the cave, taking his usual spot against the wall. “About a month ago, I interrupted a mugging turned stabbing. Kid ran off with the knife still in him. O gave me basic info and I joined GU to start my threat assessment. He hates Batman and the assorted heroes, hadn’t said why, isn’t fond of Bruce Wayne because he supports the JL financially. Had some potential for becoming a rogue in the future but mostly just wanted to be left alone.”

Bruce gave a hum, settling at the Bat Computer and typing. Not making notes, but looking through the information Oracle had already collected. When Jason didn’t continue, Bruce turned to look at him again.

“Kid was broke. Looked like hell, so I fed him and paid him to catch me up in math. Even though he’s in remedial classes he’s practically at the replacement’s level. He said he had spent most of high school ghosting his classes because they were murder. Seeing his eyes today…. I believe he was being very literal. We…. Became friendly. He did not know who I was until tonight.”

“How did that happen?”

“The pit reacted to him. It… usually does, but not as intensely as tonight. It seems to be tied to his emotional state. He was pissed at you so… What did you do to the kid?”

Bruce sighed. “I’ve never met him before. I think that might be the problem.”

Jason scoffed, standing in silence and staring at Bruce’s tortured expression. Bruce, six foot two slab of muscle, who had just been yelled at by a scrawny young man easily six inches shorter and weighing a hundred pounds less.

Danny had fire, Jason would give him that. Blood pouring from his nose, the start of two black eyes from the break and still facing two masked vigilantes who were known for beating people up, or killing them in Jason’s case, like they were part of the problem.

It was…. It was kind of hot if Jason was being honest. The kind of hot he would openly deny and take to his grave (again).

One by one the different groups joined them in the cave. All in their patrol outfits. All of them staring at Jason and Bruce like they were expecting an announcement of Armageddon beginning.

Once they were all assembled, Oracle popped up on one of the screens.

“So here is what we know.” Bruce began a rundown of the night, starting with Danny getting jumped by some of Scarecrow’s guys and putting them all in their place before yelling at him and recognizing Jason.

Oracle put the cleaned up video of Danny fighting the guys on screen, and if Jason hadn’t thought Danny was hot before…. He would most certainly have now. The way he used his opponents’ weapons and momentum against them? It was beautiful. Danny at one point jabbed a goon in the stomach with one of the batons he stole, then kicked a second goon into him, sending them both sprawling. And the judo throw was nothing short of artistry.

“This is the concerning part.” Oracle zoomed in on Danny’s eyes during the confrontation with Jason. One second they were normal, the next they were very clearly glowing. Jason knew that shade of green too well.

“Have you managed to get any background on him?” Dick asked, eyeing both him and Bruce carefully.

“Only the basics and even then I’m pretty sure it’s doctored. I’ve tried doing reverse image searches on him, both with and without the enhancements I’ve done,” she popped up a side by side of various before and after pictures showing Danny in various states of glitching and the reassembled image from her work. “Every time I try to get anything more I run into this.” She put up what looked to be a standard ‘access required’ page complete with ‘To gain access please call’ and then a number.

“I’ve looked for any sneaky back entrances but they all seem pretty well guarded. I can get in but I would definitely be noticed.” For Oracle to admit that? That was some pretty high tech protection.

“Let’s call the number. Anyone got a burner they don’t want anymore?” Spoiler looked around, holding out her hand. Jason pulled one out of his belt and tossed it to her.

“O, pull my shit off of it?” He asked, planning on transferring all of his more illicit activities to a new number next week anyways.

“Done and done.”

Stephanie dialed and put it on speakerphone. It rang twice then there was the click of the line picking up. “Government Information Warehouse. Please state your name and identification number.”

“Oh my goooood, that asshole!” Stephanie had her high school voice on with just the faintest bit of squeal and complete with twirling her hair around her finger, even though those in the cave were the only ones who could see. “sorry, sorry, not you. I met a really hot guy. Like, hot hot, you know? And I thought we were really vibing. And he gave me his number and I was like, score! But then I call it and I get you! So like, I’m really sorry I won’t call again!” She hung up.

“Well that was disturbing.” From Tim who got an elbow in the ribs from Stephanie. “Steph’s acting aside, what’s our next play B?”

Bruce looked thoughtfully at the screen.

“Let me talk to him.” Jason was speaking before he was even aware of it. “Maybe…. He can explain.”

“He looked like he was a second away from punching you too little wing. You think he’ll talk?”

Jason had no idea. “Fifty fifty. Maybe better if we give him some time to calm down.”

“So long as nothing else happens, you have one week to let him calm down.” Bruce agreed. “The rest of you, stay extra vigilant. Frequent check ins when on patrol, and when away from the manor. Anything abnormal, no matter how small gets reported immediately.” The various bats and birds gave their agreements and started filing up to the manor for whatever food Alfred had laying around no doubt.

Jason stayed, debating going up. He had one week to figure out how he was going to do this.

One week was not a lot of time.

[hxltic]

if you’re writing , pls do konig x reader and the reader is a cry baby

Cry baby as in like sexually?? i got you

König is horrible at teasing you, frankly because he gives in himself. Never has he slapped the tip along your folds, or made you grind on him to ruffle your own mental—but today, he has brought you to your breaking point. all you’ve wanted all day was him.

He finally returns to you, and the first thing you did was hug him around the neck. Both your legs swung up to the top of his hips so he could carry you away. Once ridden of the day and full to his stomach, König finds you in the bedroom in all your needy glory, pleading for him but unwilling to disturb his peace or alone time after the day’s mission.

He teased like never before. Even going as far to play with your dripping pussy with his big fingers, dipping it into the wetness and rolling it around your clit. You don’t know what made you this way, and you were excited at just the thought of your mysterious hunk of a man coming home to you.

But not this. You begged and waited (impatiently) for his gratitude. He flattened his tongue so you could grind on the warm sensation, but with each hand under your knee on display for him, it literally wasn’t possible to move because of his strength. At this point you were so frustrated you probably could cry.

“Kö please, what did I do? I w-won’t do it again I swear,” you attempt, asking for forgiveness at you don’t even know what. Truthfully you hadn’t done anything wrong, but even after given colonel position, you’re still the only one he feels genuinely in charge of like this. He never thought he cared until the high he got from hearing you whine for him came along. You don’t want anyone else. Just him.

On that thought, once he inserted himself, his pace was unbelievably slow. König never prided himself on his self-control but he knew his size, and had he went any faster you would’ve came on the spot.

“‘m sorry, faster please,” you tried again. “I’ve been waiting for you all day!” Already on the verge of tears as your nails dig crescents into his muscled back, when he finally gives you what you want, you lose your mind.

Nothing was slow. Almost a signification of flipping the switch, he throws you over to your stomach effortlessly. He spreads your legs and brings you to your elbows with your ass in the air, then splits you open. It doesn’t take long before your hips start to bruise.

“Wait wait-“ König hears faintly, but he knows that’s far from what you want. He was correct because you cum immediately after. He feeds off the sight of your ass bouncing and rippling off him. His only responses are grunts.

“It’s what you wanted right,” his accent still thick and releasing words he wouldn’t even think of saying regularly, “you waited all day for this?”

Now deep in you and the ecstasy, it’s like you’ve switched roles. He technically was edging himself too. He was rock hard and heavy through his pants, all at your pretty voice and begs.

Soon apologies start flying out of his mouth, you being almost too lost in the euphoria to hear them at all. “Liebling, you feel so good-I’m not sure if I can stop now.”

“Kö you’re gonna-“ is all that comes out in your short breaths.

He replies, “I won’t, I won’t liebe,” as if he knows what you’re going to say, even though he doesn’t. He’s not thinking about much right now. As if to make what you were going to say worse, he lifts your shoulders and grabs your breasts to hold you up and crane you back, your hair falling between the two of you and your head to his neck.

The new position calls for a different spot inside of you and he’s lucky he hasn’t short circuited.

“…break me…half,” is all he heard. He’s too lost at your slick cunt gripping him tight, to hear the sniffles. He does look down though, and spots a tear about to fall down the path of the others. The only reason it doesn’t is because you’re basically upside down.

“I’m sorry,” is all he can say, and despite how sweet he is, it doesn’t sound genuine. Especially not after his hips chase into your entrance like it’s heaven.

“König, cum, again,” you choke out beside a sob, but König is in too much pleasure to feel bad.

“Huh,” he questions. It doesn’t come out as such; more like he’s physically present but isn’t actually asking.

“I’m cumming,” you repeat, and not long after do you hiccup.

There’s a second of silence, then, “I know,” he glances down in pity and bliss. “Your smile is hard to beat but this is far better.”

He never thought he’d like to see you cry, which he doesn’t, but sexually seems to be a different story. They were steaming now, just before your eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, and tighten around him, eliciting a deep groan.

[the-sin-hole]

fuckin' brat

stanxreader, 5.9k words NSFW 18+ it's smut time again baby!!!

fem!reader, vaginal fingering, PIV sex, handcuffs, spanking + choking, multiple orgasms, general brat taming activities, this was supposed to be 2.5k words lord help meeeeeee

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A poor night’s sleep. Five tour buses at once. Some kid spilling a giant milkshake in the showroom. One tourist hitting on you. Several other tourists giving you multiple kinds of shit. Another kid spilling an entire half-gallon of lemonade in the gift shop. The twins accidentally breaking the Sascrotch during an impromptu game of “Throw The Dodgeball As Hard As Humanly Possible”. These things are all bearing down on you as the day ends. You’ve never been so happy to watch Stan flip the Open sign to Closed. You were starting to snap at customers in the final hour, something far outside your norm, and you could practically hear Stan’s teeth grinding as the last tourist left the shop.

You’re in his office now, counting out the tills as fast as possible while he nails the underpants back on the Sascrotch. He doesn’t normally let you do this, but today’s an exception considering all the extra closing tasks you’ll have to knock out before he’ll let you call it a day. As you count you hear Mabel, Dipper, Soos, and Wendy all rush out of the gift shop, followed by Stan calling after them, frustrated, asking what’s so important they have to skip out on work. Mabel rambles an answer on her way out and you can hear Stan’s aggravated grunt as the door slams. You sigh. It’s going to take even longer to clean up just the two of you. You neatly organize the tills, tuck the carefully counted profits into a large envelope and slide it into a drawer on your right. You stack the two tills and heave yourself out of his chair, mentally crafting a plan to blow through all the cleaning tasks as quickly as possible. You only make it a couple feet in front of his desk before it all comes crashing down.

When you collide with him it sends it all flying, including the two of you, bouncing against each other and falling back on your asses amongst scattered change and bills.

If you were both being honest, you’re both at fault. You were still looking down at the tills as you walked to the door, and he was focused on straightening a handful of dollar bills from the tip jar as he entered. But neither of you are in the headspace to give grace right now.

“You have GOT to be kidding me,” you exclaim angrily, not specifically at him, but rather to the powers that be.

“It’s not my fault you don’t watch where you’re goin’!” Stan immediately retorts, assuming your exclamation was pointed, and you can feel your irritation bubbling.

“Watch where I’m going? You’ve got eyes too, buddy. Unless those cataracts of yours are as bad as you try to convince the cops they are.”

“Yeah, they’re bad alright, and the only thing worse is your situational awareness.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, standing slowly as he does too. “Just say you’re sorry and we can move on!”

“I should say I’m sorry? Sorry but that ain’t gonna happen when this isn’t my fault. And it also wouldn’t happen even if it was.” He adopts an aggressive stance, one that you match by balling your fists.

“There you go, acting like I’m some sort of prissy bitch, when all I ever do is call you out on your shit!”

“I ain’t acting nothing! You’ve got an attitude, princess.”

Anger flares.

“I told you not to call me that! And I don’t have a fucking attitude! I just don’t bow down to everything you say!”

He steps forward.

“Yeah, and things would be a lot easier around here if you did.”

You stand your ground.

“You’re just a stubborn old man, and you can’t handle a stubborn woman? Embarrassing.”

He steps forward again. He’s only couple feet away now, trying to loom over you.

“The only thing embarrassing here is you throwing a fit!”

More anger flares.

“You started this shit! You know what your problem is? You can’t handle any pushback! As soon as anyone questions you—” you jab a finger into his chest to emphasize your point, tilt your face up to him, and hit him with your best glare, “—you just—”

He grabs your left wrist, yanking your hand away from his chest, cutting you off.

“You know your problem? I know the real reason you’re such a brat. You’re under sexed!”

You blink.

“Excuse me?!”

“You heard me! I ain’t stupid, sweetheart” —the term of endearment, however sarcastically said, sends something through you— “I see the way you look at some of the tourists that run through here.” He unconsciously squeezes your wrist. “I see the way you look at me.”

A shock runs through your spine.

Fuck. You’ve been that obvious?

“Sorry for stealing a glance every now and then, boss. You’re a gross old man, you should be familiar with the practice,” you say with as flippant an expression as you can muster, though you can’t stop the slight heat creeping up your neck.

His eyes dip down to your body quickly before jumping back up to your eyes. He hasn’t let go of your wrist. You’re starting to feel something too close to arousal for your liking… You have to get out of here before you do something extreme.

“That’s it. I quit.” You try to wrench your wrist away but he doesn’t let you. A pulse of warmth throbs within you at his strong grip, and you curse the heat you can feel now rising to your cheeks.

“You don’t get to quit. Cus I’m firing you. In thirty minutes.” His face is serious, but something in his voice sounds… eager?

“Seriously? Thirty more minutes? You that desperate for my help?”

“Once those thirty minutes are up, you can walk outta here scot-free. I’ll even give ya your pay on the spot.”

You’re trying to read his expression. It’s not working- you have no idea what he’s thinking. You don’t really want to quit- you just wanted him to admit he needed you. But maybe after a half hour you’ll both have calmed down enough to renege. Still, you’re not going to back down that easy. Not yet. You’re still riding your wave of frustration, needing the outlet.

“Fine. You get me for thirty more minutes. As long as after that I don’t have to work for your overbearing ass ever again, I’m satisfied.”

His eyes glint. He’s still holding your wrist.

“I don’t think you are satisfied. You got anything you wanna say to me before you’re no longer my employee?”

“No.”

“Anything you wanna do?”

“No,” you repeat, more firmly this time, more to yourself than him, keeping unwavering eye contact. The glint in his eyes sharpens.

“You’re real good at sayin’ no, aren’t you?”

“Better than I am at saying yes.”

“Heh. Cute. We’ll see about that.”

He pulls your arm back, forcing you to step closer to him. His left hand grabs your jaw from underneath, four fingers on one side and a thumb on the other, holding you firm. He slams his lips into yours. The sudden unexpected contact has your nerves alight, your heart jumping in your chest, and an undeniable throb running through you.

He steps forward, pushing you back to his desk, pressing his hips hard against yours and making you hop up on the desk to escape the pressure. He slides between your legs. You try to scooch back to allow more room but the hand on your wrist finally leaves to find the small of your back and pull you back to the edge, against his groin. His lips are aggressive against yours, as if he’s still trying to fight you wordlessly.

You break for air. His hand remains on your jaw. You place your palms behind you on the desk, lean back on them so you can look him in the eye. “You’re just trying to get out of paying me, aren’t you? Hoping I’ll forget?”

He bears down on you. Your chests are nearly pressed together.

“Oh sugar,” he starts before leaning in. You reflexively lean back further but his hand moves from your jaw to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of hair to hold you in place. He tilts your head to the left, exposing your neck. His lips find your ear and he veritably growls,

“I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t remember your own name.”

A shiver runs through you. You like the sound of that. But you’re not going to make it easy for him.

“I should sue you for sexual harassment, old man.”

He bites your earlobe, the hand on the small of your back running down to grab your hip and squeeze.

“You can tell me to stop aaaaany second now, princess. But I think we both know you’re too desperate to do that.”

“Oh fuck off,” you say, irritation at the demeaning nickname flaring, “If I were desperate I would have taken that cowboy up on his offer to take me for a ride this morning. I’m just here to make sure I get my money,” you lie, in an effort to rile him up even more.

The hand on your hip moves up under your shirt, up to your breast. Despite the throb of arousal that runs through you when he grabs your breast, you continue.

“I’m sure this won’t take too much time… how long can an old man like you last anyway?”

He finds your nipple and pinches, bites your earlobe again. Your back arches.

“Can’t wait for you to find out.”

Before you can retort, he suddenly moves you. His hand moves to your sternum and he presses, guiding you down to lay longways on his desk. He throws his other arm out in one large swipe to get rid of the various papers, pens, and knicknackery on the desk and allow you space. You swing your legs up on the desk and the lamp tumbles to the floor. Fully sprawled on his desk now, he looms over your right side, taking in the look of surprise and fluster on your face with great pleasure. You quickly shake it off, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Let’s get this over with then,” you say, reaching a hand out to his crotch. He intercepts it, then grabs your other wrist, bringing it into his left hand and pinning them to the desk over your head.

“Oh no, it ain’t time yet sugar,” he says, and his right hand trails down to your shorts. He’s already unbuttoning them, unzipping them, and diving beneath your underwear when he says,

“I wanna hear you beg for it.”

You fight the throb that runs through you.

“Tch, you haven’t even done anything yet—”

His finger finds your clit and presses hard. You squirm despite yourself, the touch sending hot flashes of pleasure through your body. He releases the pressure for just a moment before applying it again, just as harsh, just as exhilarating. He repeats the cycle, each time making your body seize.

“Haven’t you ever- nngh- heard of a delicate touch?”

“I can tell you’re one of those who doesn’t like a delicate touch.”

You can’t deny it to yourself- you’re already desperately aroused. But you don’t need to let him know that.

“You don’t know shit about me.”

“You can stop tryna act up” —suddenly his finger leaves your clit, and he thrusts two large fingers inside of your wet pussy— “proof’s right here.”

You gasp when the fingers enter you, arch your back at the sudden penetration. You’re ready for his fingers to work inside you when just as fast as they entered you, they leave, and he’s right back to work on your increasingly sensitive clit.

“Nngh- stop wasting my fucking time, already. I’m getting bored.”

“You got a real smart mouth, you know that?”

“Yeah, and you’re gonna have to work- nngh- way harder than that to shut it up.”

His hand leaves your clit again. He shoves his still-wet fingers into your mouth. He massages your tongue, smirks down at you, enjoying how quickly red spreads across your face.

“I know you’re easier than that, sugar.”

You clench your thighs together, getting more aroused every second. Then his fingers dip too deep, traveling into your throat, making you gag. You strain against the hand holding you by the wrists.

“Heh, didn’t expect you to have a gag reflex. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that.”

You take the first two thrusts in your throat, horny enough that you almost let yourself fully submit to him. Almost. When he goes in for a third you bite down on the fingers that are now knuckle deep in your throat. Stan removes his hand quickly. You manage to break free of his grasp and you sit up, close to his face. Through your arousal and red hot face you manage to pant out,

“I’m not gonna just lie there and take it.”

You expect to find displeasure on his face. To the contrary, Stan looks pleasantly surprised at your defiance.

“Yeah, you will.”

He grabs the back of your head again and kisses you, this time shoving his tongue inside your mouth. His tongue works against yours in a few large strokes before he moves you yet again. He breaks the kiss and twists your head to the left, other hand forcing your right hip in the same direction, flipping you over, and before you know it he’s pressed your left cheek to the hard wood of the desk and your body is now fully prone in front of him. Holding you down by your neck with his left hand he uses his right to reach under you and grab your groin. With a mighty lift he hoists your hips up so you’re on your knees, ass in the air. With that same hand he yanks your shorts down, your underwear coming down with them, down your thighs, exposing you. Before you can fully comprehend the new position he’s put you in, he smacks your ass. You let out a short “ah!”- both at the stinging contact and the rush of arousal that makes your pussy throb immediately after.

“You gonna apologize for biting, princess?”

You’re stunned by the sudden escalation. You definitely don’t want to apologize. And you definitely do want more of what you just got.

“Not ‘til you apologize for how weak that was-”

He smacks your ass again, a little harder this time, eliciting another short high moan. He doesn’t give you a chance to speak before laying two more on you, each stinging more than the last, the hand on your neck squeezing while he does it. The sting is almost too much, as is the intense yearning in your pussy for any sort of stimulation as a result of it.

“How about now?” Your face is turned away from him, but you can hear the satisfaction in his voice as he asks.

You’re breathing heavy, panting, head swirling with arousal, hands clenched in fists on the desk. He lays another one on you as you don’t respond, and another deep throb of desperation runs through your cunt.

“Aaah— S-sorry”

Another smack. Another throb.

“Sorry who?”

You know what he wants to hear. You’ve refused to call him this since your first day working at the Shack, rolling your eyes whenever he’d urged you to do so. You grit your teeth. “Sorry… sir.”

“Atta girl,” he replies deep and low, and you’re almost embarrassed at the shot of excitement those two words induce.

He runs a hand against your ass, getting dangerously close to your cunt.

“Just a few little spanks and you’re dripping back here, huh?”

“Are you gonna do something about that or just keep wasting my time?”

He lays a gentle tap against your swollen cunt that spurs a sharp groan in your throat. He chuckles.

“I’m gonna keep wasting your time. I’m having too much fun hearin’ you make all those noises. And you can act tough all you want, but I can see you are too.”

He gropes your ass a few times, each grasp teasing your desperate pussy. You can feel your thighs tensing with arousal, and the low hum you ca hear him making in his throat tells you he can too.

“I think I’m gonna need both my hands for this next part though.”

The hand on your neck leaves you, and you actually miss the pressure it had on you.

“Don’t move a muscle, or else. That ass of yours is red enough as it is.”

He walks around behind you, hand trailing from one side of your ass to the other, gently grazing your pussy as it does. He pulls open a drawer, grabs something that clinks in his hand. You identify the sound instantly.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me-” you start to raise up on your palms on the desk so you can turn to him and properly mock what you know is coming. He swiftly walks back around the desk and pushes your upper body back down onto the hardwood, pressing your left cheek back down onto the desk. He takes your wrists and places them in a pair of cold steel handcuffs behind your back.

He smacks your ass again. You moan.

“Told ya not to move, sweetheart.”

“G-great, so you got me handcuffed like I’m in a bad porn. What’s next, you gonna pretend to be the pizza boy?”

He goes back to his spot next to you on the desk. His left hand grabs a fistful of hair. It doesn’t pull, just rests against your scalp so you’re aware that he could so do whenever he wanted. His right hand runs from the underside of your left thigh, up to your ass, before finally letting the tips of his fingers run over your wet cunt.

“Why would I wanna roleplay when I already got you right where I want ya?”

He shoves two fingers inside you again, and you let out a whine at the penetration your pussy was so desperate for. But this time he doesn’t stop, he keeps thrusting his fingers hard and fast, pressing downwards and dragging against your g-spot. You can’t help the long moans it draws out of you.

“You sound like you haven’t been handled like this in years. Too much for ya?” he asks from behind you, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“H-hardly. I was j-ust thinking how small they f-feel— aaah!”

He shoves a third inside without hesitation. Your moans get louder.

“If this is how you act with just a few fingers in ya I can’t wait to see how you cry when you get the real deal.”

You can’t even respond to that one. You’re building up to a climax and trying to hold back. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you come so fast. Unfortunately for you, he’s perceptive.

“Speaking of real deal… it sounds like you’re real close.”

His fingers leave you and you immediately miss their presence. You take in a gasp of air to catch your breath when he takes your thighs and pulls, bringing your hips to meet the short edge of the desk, then turns you over. The edge of the desk digs into your sore ass, the handcuffs on your wrists dig into your lower back. The discomfort only bolsters your excitement. He looks down at you, red and sweating through your shirt, with great satisfaction. Now that you’re facing him you can see he’s starting to get red too, heat creeping up his neck. Your eyes find his. He’s looking at you like he wants to devour you.

He pulls your shorts and underwear off your legs the rest of the way, letting them drop to the floor.

He places one hand on your left hip while the other shoves three fingers right back inside you, continuing their relentless pace. You’re still trying to hold back, but it’s no use. After just a few thrusts you feel it about to crash over you. You reflexively turn your head as it mounts.

“Look at me.”

You barely hear him say it.

The hand on your hip raises to your jaw. It grips hard, turns your face up to his. He leans over you so he can better look at your face. That look of hunger in his eyes is inescapable, and it pushes you over the edge.

The orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your hips buck, your head reflexively tries to snap up as the pleasure rolls up your spine, but the strong hand on your jaw keeps it in place, keeps your eyes with Stan’s as he drinks up your face in the throes of ecstasy.

You come down. Stan’s fingers don’t stop, only slow, and the continued sensation is almost overwhelming.

Stan chuckles as he sees your face screwed up, desperate over the stimulation.

“I’m not hearin’ a thank you.”

You’re barely holding onto coherent thought.

“Th-thank you.”

“Thank you who?”

“Thank you, asshole”

He picks the speed of his fingers back up and you let out a cry. He chuckles again.

“Still got some fight in ya, huh? I like it. Let’s see how much longer that lasts.”

His fingers leave you again as he straightens up. You let your head loll back, swallow deep breaths at the break from sensory overload. He’s still standing between your legs at the edge of the desk, but you hear him reach a hand back into a drawer. You manage to raise your head enough to see him tear a condom from a roll. You swallow.

“W-wow, how long have those been g-gathering dust in there?”

“Got these about six weeks ago.”

It takes you a second to realize the timing.

“Don’t tell me…”

He chuckles as he unbuttons his pants.

“You were so busy lookin’ at me you didn’t see me returning the favor. Even in the interview. You really gotta work on that subtlety.”

You hear him unzip. You try to raise your head up further to watch him pull it out, heart working overtime to manage the come down from your orgasm in addition to a new wave of arousal at the prospect of him sticking his cock inside you. Stan notices; he reaches up and grabs your jaw again, forcing your head back against the hardwood, unable to look at anything other than the ceiling.

Another bolt of arousal shoots through you, blooming through your spent cunt and making it throb again. Hand still on your jaw, his other hand rolls the condom on. He places the head of his cock at your entrance.

“You think you can take it, princess?”

The demeaning nickname you hate so much makes even more aroused.

“Oh please,” you respond, trying to keep your voice steady despite the intense excitement, “there’s no way it’s that big.”

He enters you slowly. You realize instantly you’re going to swallow your words. You can’t hold back the high moans that escape as his head pushes into you, his girth stretching you far wider than his fingers had just a minute ago. He keeps going, still holding your jaw so you can’t see how much further he has to go. Every second the moans in your throat get higher, more urgent. With every inch that enters you you’re sure that’s it, his hips are going to meet yours, but he keeps pushing in. You start babbling “oh my god” over and over again, completely beyond yourself at the sensation. After another inch you can finally feel his hips about to meet yours. His free hand grabs your left thigh and lifts it, throwing your knee over his shoulder so he can go even deeper, and for a moment you think you might not be able to take it. Finally, he’s to the hilt, and you’re panting like you’re trying to run a marathon in between loose, weak “ohmygod”s.

Stan finally lets go of your jaw and lets his hand trail down to your chest. He pulls your shirt up so he can watch your breasts heave as you pant. His hand continues to trail downward, caressing your torso as it goes. His thumb finds your clit and presses just as hard as he did before, forcing a strangled “ahng!” from your throat. Your hips try to buck, but Stan uses his grip on the thigh thrown over his shoulder to keep you in place, keep you impaled on his cock. He doesn’t thrust, just assaults your clit with friction and pressure to watch you twitch and writhe.

“When was the last time you had dick this good, princess? When was the last time someone hit you this deep?”

You don’t answer at first, still reeling. He presses even harder on your clit and you answer in a desperate whine.

“I d-don’t know! I don’t remember! Probably- nngh- never!”

You look at him, standing at the edge of the desk, balls deep inside you, one large hand gripping your thigh and another working your clit. He’s got a cocky grin on his face as he takes you in. He’s also red, starting to break into a sweat, not quite panting yet but certainly breathing heavily. You’ve fully recovered from your orgasm and the initial shockwave of his large cock, and your arousal is building up in earnest again. He releases your clit. He reaches up, undoes his tie and the first few buttons of his shirt, gold chain and chest hair in full view, and you can’t help but stare. His grin somehow gets more cocky.

“I’ll make sure you remember this.”

He pulls his hips back slowly, pulling more high moans from your throat. He pushes back in, faster this time, and you cry out at the feeling of his girth stretching your cunt, his length hitting you so deeply. Heat flushes to your face as your blood pumps. Again he pauses, watching you pant, letting out small “hah”s as you struggle to adjust.

“I told you I’d have you cryin’ on my cock.”

He pulls back again at a steady pace. After a moan you manage to eke out,

“Just c-cus it’s big d-doesn’t mean you know how to u-use it-”

He slams into you hard, making you cry out again.

“Oh I know how to use it. And I’m gonna use it to fuck the brat right outta you, sweetheart.”

He fucks you fast, watching your body tense and writhe in front of him, watching you strain against the handcuffs under you. His eyes travel up to your face, screwed up again in pleasure and overwhelming sensation, mouth open as it lets out a stream of high moans. He can tell you’re getting close again.

“Look at you, ain’t even been five minutes and you’re drunk on my cock. You’re takin’ it good, too, takin’ the whole thing for me. How’s it feel?”

His talking you through it has you beside yourself because he's right, it's almost embarrassing how close he has you after such a short amount of time, you're just so pent up, not just from the frustrating day, but from the weeks of daydreaming about Stan, wondering what he'd feel like inside you, and now that you're here it's almost too much. Another orgasm is about to shoot through you. Before you completely lose the ability to talk, you stutter out a lie,

“I-it’s fine.”

“You deny it all you want with that mouth of yours but the cunt squeezin’ around my cock says somethin’ different.”

That does it. With a few broken sobs you come, and it’s hot, sharp, rolling through you, making you jerk against him. He holds you down so your bucking hips can’t interfere with his thrusts, the hand on your thigh gripping it hard and pinning it flush against his torso, his other hand pinning your hip. You feel like putty in his grip, mind swirling at the intensity of the orgasm wracking your body. You come down and he slows the tempo, again not stopping entirely, just relenting enough for you to catch your breath. Once he sees you stabilize he reduces his rhythm to painfully slow, gradually pulling all the way out before pushing all the way back in.

“You done bein’ a fuckin’ brat yet? Or am I gonna have to pound it outta you even harder?”

“Nngh- d-don’t give y-yourself a heart attack.” You’re almost slurring your words as you struggle through the response.

He chuckles. You look at him, still thrusting his hips into yours. While the grip on your thigh remains, the hand pinning your hip to the table is now wandering, feeling up your torso, your waist, your breasts. Beads of sweat line his brow and his cheeks are are fully flushed red. The cocky grin is still there but underlined with something more ravenous. The newly slowed thrusts are drawing whines out from your throat, embarrassingly high and desperate sounding, but you can’t help it. He’s keeping you on the edge of overstimulation. Your pussy is sensitive from your climaxes and you’re fighting to recover.

“You need to be careful, sugar. I got you right where I want you. You’re not exactly in a position to fight back, y’know.”

“D-don’t -nngh- need to be. I know you’re about to bust, I’m in the -nngh- home stretch.”

He grabs your breast, gropes it hard. He lets out another chuckle.

“Who says I’m letting you go after I’m done with my first round?”

The threat sends a fresh wave of arousal through you.

“O-oh yeah? And what do you think -nngh- you’re gonna do to me?”

“I’ve been meaning to fuck that smart mouth.” Another wave of arousal. They’re hotter now, feeling like lava pooling in your lower half. He’s keeping the same arduously slow pace, still pulling out entirely with each thrust, and you can hear the slick of your come with each reentry.

His hand wanders up from your breast. It travels up your sternum, brushing past your clavicle before finding your throat. He rests his thumb on one side and lets his fingers fall in line on the other.

“I bet I’d like what you say a lot more with my cock down your throat.”

He squeezes gently, applying light pressure to the arteries under your jaw. You gasp- you immediately feel lightheaded. Your brain was already struggling to maintain coherent thought and is now fogged over, barely able to register any thoughts other than how good his fat cock feels sliding in and out of you.

“There we go,” Stan growls, and your cunt throbs on his cock. “Tell me how it feels.”

“N-not bad.”

He applies a little more pressure. You gasp again.

“G-good.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He watches you closely as more lava-hot arousal builds within you. The feeling of thrust after thrust after thrust emphasized by the fingers around your throat and the restraint of the cuffs and his grip is all starting to drive you insane. Before long you feel burning hot, feverish, an almost primal lust blooming within you. You start weakly trying to get him to increase his speed with your hips, but he doesn’t let you. He keeps his torturously slow pace.

“P-pick it up old man-”

He pulls out entirely and keeps his head at your entrance. You feel so empty when he leaves you, you want his cock back inside you immediately, no, actually, you need it, and you try to push your hips to lead it back to your pussy but he holds you in place.

“You want my cock? I’m gonna need to hear you beg for it.” He fully releases the pressure on your throat, giving you the ability to speak unhindered.

“P-please, I want your cock,” you mumble.

“Didn’t quite hear ya.”

“Please, I want your cock,” you begrudgingly say louder.

“Who’re you talking to?”

You let out a noise halfway between an exasperated sigh and a moan. “Please, I want your cock, sir.”

He nestles the head of your cock between your folds, pushing in just an inch before pulling back. You whine.

“That doesn’t sound like beggin’ to me.”

“Please fuck me, god, I just want you to fuck me sir!”

He slides the first couple inches in but goes no further, looking down at you expectantly.

“Please sir, I’m desperate for your cock, I’ll do anything if you just fuck me again, I’ll shut up, I’ll be good, I’ll—”

He slams his hips into you and you yelp. He doesn’t fuck you as fast this time. Instead he slams into you hard and rolls his hips, mercilessly pounding every inch of your cunt. You’re yowling, babbling ‘thank you’s and ‘oh god’s and arching your back as an unbearable pressure builds in your body, and as he fucks you he’s telling you how good you are for taking his cock, how he knew he could shut that bratty mouth up, how next time you talk back to him he’s gonna bend you over the counter in the gift shop and fuck you however he wants, how pretty you look crying on his cock, and oh god you are crying, the intense stimulation after two strong orgasms making a few tears well up and spill over, and as you get closer your babbling dies in your throat, you’re only able to make small strangled “ah”s, pathetic little noises that make Stan fuck you even harder, and-

-fuck-

you’re coming. It’s sharp, less like a wave and more like a dam breaking. Your body is wracked by powerful throbs making you seize against Stan’s relentless hips, but finally as he watches you struggle on his cock for the second time, he lets himself finish too, giving you a few final pounds before plunging deep and remaining there as he groans.

The two of you come down together. He’s panting heavily, you’re all but whimpering. He takes you in. You’re a sweaty mess blinking tears out of your eyes and gasping for air. He pulls out of you slowly, watches you react one final time to his cock. He lets your thigh slide down off his shoulder. He takes the condom off and pitches it. He reaches back into the drawer.

He grabs you by the shoulders and gently hauls your upper body into a sitting position. You fall forward into his chest, barely able to support yourself after all that exertion. He reaches a hand down behind you and unlocks the cuffs. Your arms fall down and find purchase pressing against the same edge of the desk digging into your thighs. He stands there, letting you pant together as you lean into him, and rubs small circles into your lower back where the cuffs had dug in and made impressions in your skin. You nuzzle against his chest for a minute letting him do so, feeling fuzzy and rubbery in the afterglow. After that minute passes, you lean back and look up at him.

“Well, good news Stan. You’ve convinced me to not quit.”

He chuckles.

“Good. Cus your thirty minutes were just about up.”

You smile, and he looks down at you with a smile far softer than you expected. It sends a different kind of warmth through you. Stan, seeming to become self-conscious of his intimate gaze, clears his throat.

“I’ll keep ya around. But you better stay in line, sweetheart, otherwise I might have to call you into my office to, uh, discuss your performance. I’m big on employee discipline, y’know.”

You smile wider and nuzzle back into his chest as he continues working out the impressions.

“Oh yeah. I’ll be real careful.”

[reigningqueenofwords]

Merry Christmas

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 2,061 Warnings: Slight angst

Read on AO3

“Screw you, Dean!” You yelled over your shoulder as you stormed through the bunker. You had a bag in hand, stuffed with your clothes. A smaller back was on top of it with your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a few other miscellaneous things. “Stupid Winchester.” You grumbled as you heard him following you. 

Sam raised an eyebrow at the commotion, getting up to go see what was going on. “Y/N?” He asked. “What’s up? You okay?” You were a close friend, and he didn’t want you upset. 

You stopped and let your head hang back for a moment before looking at him. “You’re brother is an ass, that’s all.” You said, sounding a bit bored, like it was old news. “So, I’m leaving.” You shrugged. 

“Come on, babe.” Dean half whined as he came in. “Can we just we just talk about this?” He asked, giving you the puppy dog eyes that you were sure Sam learned from him. 

“Do I want to know?” Sam asked, a bit unsure about what the pair of you were fighting about. 

Sighing, you thought before speaking. “We’d been fighting over whether or not we were going to celebrate Christmas. I wanted to. We’ve been together for four years, and I wanted something simple. Nothing like a full on Christmas in the movies or anything. He wouldn’t budge. Nothing I said made him change his mind.” You explained, making Sam nod that he understood. You both knew that Dean was stubborn as all hell. “So, I woke up before him this morning, and I tried waking him up. I was rubbing his back. You wanna know what he said?” 

He made a face. “I’m not sure.” 

“Merry Christmas, Lisa.” You shot Dean a look. “Fucking Lisa. Won’t celebrate Christmas with me, but dreams about it with her.” You spat. “Out of all the things he could have said.” 

Sam’s eyebrows shot up at that. He hadn’t heard that name in ages. “What the hell, Dean?!” He asked, crossing his arms, angry for you. Sure, they hadn’t really done Christmas since the whole pagan Gods thing, but he would have agreed for you. How hard was it to just have a little holiday joy for someone you cared about? Especially in the life that they led.

Dean sagged. “I said I’m sorry.” He said softly, swallowing. 

“I’ll be in touch, Sam.” You sighed. “I’m not saying I’m going forever, but I can’t sleep next to him right now.” Which hurt, a lot. Rarely did the pair of you sleep apart. “I’ll text you to let you know I’m safe, okay?” You added, knowing that would be the next question out of his mouth. 

He gave you a sad smile and a quick hug. “I hope you have a Merry Christmas, Y/N.” He said softly. 

You glanced at Dean, hurt in your eyes. “See you, Dean. I do love you. Even if you are an ass.” You told him, your anger softening to more hurt than anything. Would you never live up to her? 

Dean’s heart ached at the look in your eyes, knowing that he was the cause. “Come home soon?” He asked, his voice full of emotion. “Please?” He added, wanting to rush over and pull you into his arms. 

Nodding, you licked your lips. “I just need time to think.” You said honestly before heading towards the door. You willed your tears to not fall. Not yet. Not while you were still so close to the man you loved. He was your home, and he was who you ran to when you hurt. Having him be the reason your stomach churned and you felt like crying was one of the hardest things you’d dealt with.

As soon as you were out the door, Sam crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Dean. “Really? Lisa?” He asked. “Out of anyone? She knows that’s the closest you’ve ever come to an apple pie life, and she can’t even get a tiny Christmas with you?!” He was pissed. 

Dean sighed. “I know. I know.” He groaned. “I don’t even know how to start fixing this. I don’t want to lose her because I’m an idiot who, for some reason, dreamt of Lisa. I don’t even remember the dream!” He tried to defend himself. “One minute I’m asleep, the next I’m being hit with a pillow.” 

“I don’t blame her.” He shook his head. “Does some part of you miss Lisa and Ben? Do you miss being out of the life?” Sam asked, trying to work through what was going on in his brother’s mind. “Do you want that back?” His voice was softer, like he was afraid to speak it into existence. 

“No.” He said easily. “I don’t. I haven’t even thought about them until she mentioned her name.” He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “I know that life isn’t in the cards for us, so why would I want it? It wouldn’t last.” They both knew that was true. They’d both had first hand experience with that. “I don’t know why I had a dream of telling Lisa that. I have no idea why she would be in my dream to begin with. Now, can we not focus on that and focus on getting Y/N home?!” He pleaded. “Seriously, if I were to ask for anything for Christmas, it would be that.” 

“Which is funny because you not wanting Christmas with her is a big reason we’re in this mess.” Sam muttered as he passed Dean. “I’ll wait to hear from her before I try to think of anything.” 

Dean let out a sigh as he was left alone. “Shit.” 

It was a few days before you told Sam you were settled in for the holidays. Christmas was two days away, and you just wanted to spend the day relaxing. You’d found a little rustic cabin, and enjoyed how it was covered in snow. On the way through town, you’d stopped to get enough food for the next few days, a book, and some wrapping paper. 

Even if they were late getting them, you still wanted to give the boys their gifts.And they would look as perfect as you could get them. You’d gotten Dean a personalized knife, a cool science kit where he could build his own radio, a cookbook, the Lord of the Rings trilogy on Blu-Ray, and a new bag for his weapons. For Sam, you’d gotten him a new laptop bag, a few books you had seen him eyeing, a new jacket, and a pair of nice headphones. You had literally shopped all year for this. Sometimes you’d order things online, sometimes you’d grab things after a hunt. Either way, you got what you needed. 

Thankfully, wrapping presents gave you a much needed distraction. You’d been pushing everything down since that morning. It was going to catch up to you, and you knew it. Once you’d finished wrapping, you set them all on the table in front of the window. Snapping a picture, you sent it to both of them. Merry Christmas. You sighed, watching the snow fall outside. Slowly, your walls came down, too. Sniffing, you wiped your nose. 

Everything hit you at once. You were feeling insecure for the first time in your entire relationship. Sitting on the floor, your back was against the side of the bed as you cried. You’d be spending the ‘happiest’ time of the year alone, and ringing in the New Year alone for the first time in years.

Dean quickly looked at his phone, hoping you were saying you were on your way home. However, he saw it was a stack of presents and sighed. Even with everything, you’d gone to all that trouble. There was no tell tale signs of where you were. All he knew was that you were somewhere cold. Getting up, he shuffled through the halls to find Sam. “Hey, Sammy?” He asked, leaning his head into his room. 

“You get the same picture?” He asked, glancing at him. 

“Yeah, I did.” He sighed. “Anyway you can track her phone? I want to drive out and surprise her. Get her some stuff along the way, got some stuff in mind, actually.” He admitted. “Please, Sammy?” 

Sam looked unsure. “She made it clear she wants to be alone, Dean.” He pointed out. “What if we get there and she tells us to get the hell out?” It wasn’t like he was saying ‘no’ outright, but he wanted to be sure that Dean thought this through. 

“Okay, I’m sure she wouldn’t tell you to get the hell out.” Dean started. “Just me.” He shrugged, leaning on the doorframe. “And, if she does, then I guess I’d find a nearby motel.” What else could he have done? “I have to at least try.” He added softly. 

“Fine.” He sighed, caving. “You do realize that tomorrow is Christmas Eve, right? And that stores are going to be hell?” He got out of bed. 

He nodded. “She’s worth it. Oh, and find out if the animal shelter is open!” He beamed, glad that Sam agreed. He was honestly hoping having Sam go with him would up his chances of you letting him stay. 

It took a moment for Sam to realize what his brother had said, making him follow him out into the hall. “Animal shelter?!” He furrowed his brows. “What the hell are you getting her?!” He called out, not getting an answer. Now he was very curious.

Your hair was up in a messy bun as you relaxed with the book you had grabbed. You had your feet on the coffee table (that had seen better days), and a cup of cocoa on the end table next to you. You furrowed your brows and looked towards the window when you could have sworn you heard Baby. It seemed to fade after a moment, so you shook your head and went back to the book. Not even two minutes later, however, it was louder. “What the hell?” You muttered, putting in a piece of paper as a bookmark and getting up. Your eyebrows went up when you saw the Impala parking in front of the cabin. Moving to the door, you shivered as you opened it. The snow was coming down harder now, making the boys a tad hard to see as they got out of the beautiful black car. 

They both rushed towards the door, arms full. You stepped aside to let them in. Hearing a small bark, you stared at Dean. He gave you a bashful smile as he set some things down and uncovered the small dog in his other arm. “Merry Christmas.” He said lovingly. “You’ve been wanting a dog. So, I got you a dog.” His heart soared as you took the puppy and instantly melted. “His name is Bailey. That’s the name the shelter gave him.” He reached out to scratch behind his ear. 

“You let a dog in Baby?” You asked, giggling as Bailey licked your cheek. “Just because I wanted one? You always said no ‘dirty’ dogs in Baby, and that you didn’t want a ‘damn dog’.” You teased. 

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I was hoping this shows how sorry I am.” He shrugged. “I mean, Sammy’s been wanting a dog for years and I’ve never caved for him.” He chuckled. 

Sam shook his head. “I won’t argue. He’s cute.” He motioned to Bailey. “He’s a French Bulldog, and they said they don’t bark excessively.” He watched as you set him down. Instantly he was sniffing around, his entire backside moving as his very small tail ‘wagged’. “We got other presents for you, too.” He motioned to what Dean had set on the bed. 

“I didn’t need anything, guys. I just wanted a nice Christmas with you two.” You pulled them both into a hug. “Please tell me you brought food. I only bought enough for myself.” You laughed. 

“Of course.” Dean nodded, kissing your cheek. “Now, let’s exchange presents!” He beamed, honestly a bit more excited about the entire thing now. 

“Let’s.” You nodded. “I’ve been buying all year for you two.” You admitted with a light blush. “So, I’m hoping you guys like everything.” 

Dean grinned. “I know we will, babe.” 

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What About Me? Ch. 4

Sorry it took so long guys. Been working on asks and some personal things have been kicking me in the ass. I'm hoping to get most of my asks out today so I can focus on this fic a little more. As always, I love you guys and hope you enjoy!!

Gangle talked with you for hours, making you feel much more comfortable. You had some knowledge as to how this place worked, now. You knew who was who, how they acted, and the parameters of what is considered “inappropriate” and would get you in trouble. 

Eventually, she stood up, stretching. You snorted to yourself, why would ribbons need stretching? She picked up her liners and whatever paper she hadn’t drawn on, “It’s pretty late, though,” she yawned, despite the fact feeling tired wasn’t digitally possible, “I’m going to head to bed.”

“Alright,” you agree, hopping out of bed to walk her to your door. You did this out of habit: every time your friends were leaving in the real world, you would accompany them to the door. She giggled as you walked her to the door.

“Madam,” you fake an accent, bowing as you opened it for her. Gangle only laughed harder, walking from the room, “Why, thank you!” You stand upright again, waving as she trotted up the hall, “See you tomorrow!”

She waved back, “Yeah, definitely!” and slipped into her own bedroom. You pause a moment, just in case she forgot something, but she didn’t pop back out. Almost instinctively, you look down the other side of the hall. A door closed rather suddenly, making you jump. You hadn’t heard or seen anyone coming, and Gangle didn’t say anything if she had.

The fact someone had been watching you didn’t frighten you. No, it was the fact they didn’t want to be seen that made you uneasy. Your eyebrows knit together, but you decide to man up and see who it was. You ignore the little voice in your head screaming at you this is how people die in horror movies!

“Can’t die here,” you mutter under your breath, reassuring yourself a tiny bit. Reaching the door, you stop in surprise; Jax’s door stared you down, his annoying smile present even in the image that adorned it.

You raised your fist, about to knock, but stopped suddenly. There was a shadow under the door, indicating that someone was standing relatively close to it. You chicken out immediately, dropping your arm and speedwalking back towards your room, slipping inside and closing the door as quietly as possible.

You place a hand on your chest, breathing deeply to calm your anxiety. You wander to your bed, falling face-first into it. You grunt, realizing that it was a lot more of a smack than you had thought it would be. People in fanfictions did it all the time, you just copied it.

You shake your head to clear it, wrapping yourself in your sheets and snuggling down. You didn’t feel like getting lost in another existential crisis today. You yawn, surprising yourself. Maybe it was to make everyone feel normal. Your eyes droop, and you soon find yourself drifting into a deep sleep.

You were awoken to a loud banging on your door. You jolt upright, eyes wide, confused and still half asleep. “Wake up, sleeping beauty, everyone else has been up for hours.”

You grumble, trudging to the door, your blanket still wrapped around you. You swing your door open, glaring at the one on the other side.

“Jax. Was waking me like that really worth making me jump out of my skin?” His grin only widened, “Absoluetly, it’s what i was goin’ for.” You roll your eyes and toss your blanket on the ground, “I’m awake now,” you grump, shoving past Jax roughly and heading up the hallway. 

You ignore his blatantly, knowing very well he was following you. He had to rush a bit to catch up with you, but soon was walking beside you, beat for beat. “What was that for? You never been woken up by your parents or something?”

The only response you give is a rather sour expression. You wouldn’t even look at him, let alone speak. You swore you saw his face drop a bit, but he recovered quickly enough. “Didn’t you ever learn manners? You’re supposed to talk back, remember?”

Ignoring him once more, you round the corner to the main hall. You perk up immediately, seeing exactly who you were looking for. “Gangle! Ragartha!” you chirp, running over, leaving Jax in the dust.

“Oh, hey! You’re a lot happier than yesterday!” Ragatha smiles sweetly. “Oh, definitely. Gangle and I hung out all day!” Gangle giggled, “I was just telling her, actually!” 

You noticed Jax hadn’t moved from where you left him. He was just… standing there, looking at the little group you’d formed. He honestly looked disappointed, or maybe sad, or even abandoned. That was it, abandoned. Something about his expression made regret nibble at your chest.

“Are you coming or not?” you call to him, hoping you wouldn’t regret it. But seeing him perk up, before playing it cool as he headed to you, you knew you weren’t going to. You can handle this guy.

“Heh, sure, if you want me that bad,” he stopped beside you, crossing his arms, “what’s up, dollface? Crybaby?” Alright, maybe a bit of regret. “Don’t call Gangle crybaby,” you snap. You didn’t say anything about Ragatha, knowing she could handle herself. Besides, she didn’t seem to care about her own nickname.

“(Y/N) was nice enough to ask for you to be here, are you seriously going to ruin it by being a jerk?” Jax lifts his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, “Alright, alright!” You see him glance at you, it’s quick but you notice it. Ragatha seems to have seen it as well, and backs down a bit, “Thought so,” she adds with a grin.

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MafiaFell Fic - Saint x Reader

For most people, being stuck with the guy you're in love with would be a dream come true, like something from one of those frilly romance novels. For you, however, it was becoming an incredibly frustrating couple of hours. The two of you having to be locked in one of the Family’s safehouses was not part of the initial plan.

Worst of all, it was one of the smaller ones, with a kitchenette and bedroom crammed into one room. There was a small bathroom as well, but neither of you were going to be comfortable sitting in there for an extended period of time. Which meant he was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, not looking at you. It was driving you crazy. 

He was driving you crazy and he had been for weeks now.

Saint was, by all means, not a stupid man. The skeleton monster was quite smart, which made you wonder if he’d realized how you felt about him. You’d been working for the Family for nearly a year now and most of that had been alongside Saint. He’d been the one to train you, even. Falling for him had never been part of the plan, but after you’d started to peek behind the curtains and see what he was really like…

Well, you liked what you saw of him. Under the stoic and quiet demeanor, he was a lot sweeter than anyone would give him credit for. He cared deeply for the others in the Family and every time one of the men under his command was injured, he took it personally. It had taken nearly half a year before he’d opened up, but once he had it was easy to keep moving his walls out of the way. 

You didn’t know it, but that’s exactly why he was avoiding you. He’d never let his walls down like this before and it scared the hell out of him, to care about you the way that he did. Saint knew how harsh this life could be, the toll it took on a person’s soul. He didn’t want that for you, because you were a good person underneath it all, and he knew you deserved better than the life of a thug.

So Saint tried to put a little distance in between himself and you, because falling for you wasn’t something he could allow himself. You deserved better than he could give you, especially because if anyone found out how he felt…

They could use you against him and he didn’t know that he could keep himself from doing something stupid if that happened. No, this was easier. He could make you hate him, it was something he was used to with everyone else, and eventually, he’d get used to it with you. 

He could bear the pain if it meant you were safe.

Meanwhile, you’re sitting across the room and wondering if you did something to make him angry. Just a few weeks ago everything had been fine, but then one day, Saint just started to pull away. It wasn’t all at once or dramatic, but it was noticeable to you. For the first week, you’d hoped it was just that he was stressed about something else, but it kept going and there was more distance between the two of you.

Stars, before all of this you hadn’t realized you could miss someone who was in the same room as you.

You look over at him again, managing to catch Saint when he’s looked over to check on you. He quickly looks away and you decide that you’ve had enough of that.

“Why are you avoiding me?” You asked him, wrapping your arms around yourself, “Three weeks, Saint. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

There’s a moment of silence before he sighs, “I’m not avoiding you. I am simply putting a boundary between us, one that should have stayed in place.”

You flinch a little at that, the words alone hurt, but the tired way he says it only makes it feel worse.

“Well, I’m sorry that my company is suddenly an issue for you.” You snapped at him, turning to face the wall instead, “You're such an ass…”

Saint growled under his breath, more angry at himself than at you, “Oh please, I’ve been nice about this.”

Something in you finally crumbled and you turned around, marching across the room to jab your finger into his chest.

“No, you haven’t been! You’ve been quiet about it, which makes it seem nicer than if you were being an outright jerk.” You chided him, brow furrowed as you continue to jam your finger against his sternum, “But nothing about pushing me away suddenly and without explanation is fucking nice!”

He couldn’t meet your gaze, his eyes looking down at the floor instead, which only made your frustration greater. You cared about him, so much more than you’d ever expected to and he couldn’t at least tell you that he didn’t care about you.

“So yeah, you have been avoiding me.” You added, letting your hand fall to your side, “And I still don’t understand why.”

Saint growled again, hands balling into fists as he struggled with the emotions that were welling up inside him. It felt like his ribcage would explode if he didn’t let them out, but he was scared.

Scared of rejection. Scared of losing you.

You were about to tear into him again when he finally looked up and you snapped your mouth shut. Your heartbeat felt so loud in the split second before he opened his mouth to speak, you felt like it would pop out of your chest.

“You’re right.” Saint said quietly, still not quite able to look you in the eyes, “I have been avoiding you, but not because… it’s not anything you did. I promise.”

You blinked and let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, “Then tell me why. Explain it to me, because I don’t want to sit here thinking you hate me. I can’t bear it…”

Stars, you were going to be the death of him, he knew that much. He didn’t mind it though, not if it was you.

“It’s because I’m pretty sure that I’ve fallen for you and that terrifies me.” He admitted, cheekbones turning red, “I’ve never cared for someone like this and I’m scared of what that means.”

It felt like everything stopped for you in that moment and then you were reaching out for him, cradling his face in both of your hands. His eye sockets went wide with surprise before he made a soft noise and leaned into your touch.

“You’re an idiot.” You told him fondly, pulling him closer so you could press your foreheads together, “Or maybe I’m an idiot, too. Getting so close to someone I work with.”

Saint was quiet for a moment and then he laughed softly, reaching up to hold your face as well. He smiled at you and it made your heart skip a beat, he looked softer when he was like this. You had missed that over the last few weeks.

“I don’t think you’re an idiot.” He said, rubbing his thumb over your cheek, “And I think… that if we do this together, maybe it won’t be so scary.”

You laughed a little at that, “Yeah, things tend to be less scary when you’re doing them with someone else. Especially if you care about them.”

The two of you stood there for a few more moments before he cleared his throat, giving you another soft smile.

“We should really get some rest.” Saint said, caressing your cheek one more time before letting go, “I’ll make something to eat afterwards and check back in with my brother to see if we’re good to move from here.”

You nodded, a little sad at the loss of his touch, “Right, we’ve only been here to hide from people looking to kill us.” 

He snorted and you chuckled a little, because the situation itself wasn’t funny, but hey, all you could do was make the best of it. Besides, you’d finally gotten to talk to him because of it and that was better than you could have expected. You could rest easier knowing that he didn’t hate you and the rest you could sort out properly later.

-J

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Inspired by the prompt Love is an endless act of forgiveness by (Beyoncé, Peter Ustinov &) sidekick-hero for @steddielovemonth

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Forgiveness

wc: 1901 | rated: t | cw: vague mention of drinking problem, dealing with undefined trauma | tags: hurt/comfort, heartbreak, drifting apart, supportive Wayne Munson, Steve and Eddie are fighting, love confessions, happy ending

  “Do you really think you can just waltz back into our lives after what you did?!” Steve can’t believe it, is too baffled by the sheer boldness of the man standing at his door.

He wants to strangle him, wants to wrap his hands around Eddie’s neck and shake him until his head falls off. Steve is fucking angry and Eddie acts like that makes him the villain. Like it’s all his fault.

Two years.

It’s been two fucking years.

What else is Steve supposed to feel but burning rage and the need to slam the door right into Eddie’s face?

He can’t do this. Not after everything he’s been through.

For two whole years he hasn’t seen or heard of Eddie. And after all this time, he now has the audacity to just show up at his doorstep? Saying ‘Hey, Steve, long time no see’ so casually as if they were still friends. Acting like nothing had happened. Like he didn’t just leave without saying goodbye, without telling anyone where he was going.

Not even his uncle knew.

They had been worried sick, thought something had happened to him until three days after his disappearance Wayne finally got a phone call.

No contacts, no location, just a sorry ass ‘I’m fine’ was all he got.

Wayne never really let it show but Steve could tell how much it broke his heart.

Wayne didn’t deserve that.

Neither did Steve.

Or maybe he did, back then.

Because Steve knew Eddie had problems. But he was never adamant enough, always gave in too quickly when Eddie refused to talk about it. Always let it go too easily, let Eddie play it down each time Steve mentioned the dark circles under his eyes or commented on his drinking habits. Steve knew Eddie wasn’t doing well but he hoped things would eventually get better. Thought that if he’d just be there, subtly offering his help, Eddie would maybe come around.

But things only got worse.

Until Eddie just... snapped and ran away.

And for months Steve tried to understand where things had gone wrong. Blamed himself for not doing more, for not doing everything in his power to help. For not being enough of a friend despite wanting to be so much more than that.

It took him more than a year to finally forgive himself for it. Took a lot of conciliation from Wayne to accept the painful truth – ‘He would have run anyway.’

Wayne said it so matter-of-factly, reassured Steve over and over and over again that he couldn’t have done anything to prevent Eddie from leaving.

And shit did that hurt in more ways than one.

Still, despite his understanding for Eddie’s behaviour, Wayne never gave up on trying to find his nephew, found out an address (it’s unofficial but Steve’s sure that Hopper helped with that) a year and a half after Eddie’s disappearance. He got in contact with him, relieved to know that he’s safe and alive.

He told Steve about it, didn’t tell him where he was because he’d promised Eddie he wouldn’t. Told Steve it’s for the best because he would just try and reach out to him or to show up at Eddie’s place, maybe scare him away and make him leave for good this time.

    “Better to know he’s safe than not knowing where he is at all, right?”

It wasn’t enough for Steve. It could never have been enough.

And Wayne knew.

Steve and Wayne had become quite close over time. It started with Steve just checking on him, just wanting to see how he was holding up.

Maybe it was a little selfish and invasive to just randomly pop up at someone’s door who had to deal with the grief of losing the boy he’d raised as his own. But Wayne didn’t seem to mind, welcomed Steve in his home with a friendly smile each time he knocked on his door.

Steve found comfort in Wayne’s presence – talking to him about mundane things like Sports and work, just hanging out at the trailer.

Talking about Eddie was always painful for both of them, though. For different reasons.

For Wayne it was the feeling of having failed Eddie. Of not giving him enough of a support system to deal with his trauma and find healthier ways to cope. For being at work all the time, never home enough to have an eye on him. Never there when Eddie needed him most.

    “That’s bullshit, Wayne. You did the best you could.”

    “Guess sometimes the best isn’t enough, huh?”

They both had that feeling of guilt, that nagging voice in the back of their minds telling them they should’ve done better.

But to Steve there was more.

Because not only did he lose his friend; the day Eddie decided to pack his bag and leave was the day he also took Steve’s heart with him.

Wayne had been the first person Steve came out to. Even before he confessed his feelings for Eddie to Robin.

It was an accident, really.

The two men were sitting on the front steps of the trailer, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. With his tongue loosened from the alcohol, Steve went on a rant about how angry he was at Eddie’s selfish behaviour. And Wayne just looked at him, a sad smile on his lips.

    “Eddie’s just- he’s always been a troubled kid. Has been through so much, worries too much. He struggles a lot. But I know he’ll come back. As long as you’re here he’ll come back. I know he loves you.”

It felt like a knife to the heart. Hearing Wayne say these words like they were easy, like they didn’t pull Steve’s legs from underneath him. Like they didn’t flip his world on its axis and made everything suddenly seem so clear.

    “If he loves me, why did he leave? Why did he leave me, Wayne?”

Steve broke down in the older man’s arms, violently sobbing as the knot tightened around his heart finally burst and made way for a flood wave of emotions he couldn’t deal with.

Wayne was there to catch him, held him through the worst of his breakdown, told him to never give up hope.

    “Just tell me where he is. I want to bring him back. I want him back, Wayne!”

But of course, Wayne wouldn’t betray his nephew’s trust. Stood by his word to not give away his whereabouts.

So Steve started writing letters instead, begged Wayne to send them to Eddie.

He never got a letter back.

It’s been two years, and Eddie is now standing before him like a ghost from the past. Like the fucking nightmare that wouldn’t leave him alone.

   “How dare you, Eddie! How dare you show your face here like I didn’t try to reach you over and over again. You never wrote back. Not once. And I know you got my letters. I know Wayne sent them to you.”

   “I never opened them.”

    What?

   “I couldn’t. Steve, I- I was in a bad place. I was fucked up. I had to go, I had to deal with this mess my own way, on my own terms. I knew you and Wayne would’ve tried to help but I didn’t want your help!”

Steve can see Eddie’s lips move but the words don’t make it to his ears. His brain is too caught up on the part where Eddie just told him he didn’t even open his letters. He didn’t read them. He doesn’t even-

   “Steve? Are you listening to me? Please, if you’d just let me explain. I-“

   “You don’t even know, do you?”

   “Don’t know what?” Eddie looks at him confused.

Looks at him with glassy eyes and-

    Oh god, those eyes.

They’ve haunted Steve’s dreams for more than two years now. Two years of waiting for him to come back. Two years of hoping, trying to believe in Wayne’s words – ‘As long as you’re here, he’ll come back.’

Steve waited, and hoped, and cried, and begged the stars to send him a sign that it’s worth it.

And now, Eddie is standing before him like he never left. Reopening wounds that haven’t even fully healed yet.

It’s been two fucking years and Eddie-

   “You don’t know!” Steve giggles hysterically, feels like he’s going insane.

He can’t stop laughing, he can’t breathe.

Eddie doesn’t know and Steve has hoped in vain.

   “Steve, please. You need to calm down. You’re shaking. What’s going on?”

Steve can feel Eddie’s hand on his shoulder, wants to push him away, wants to yell at him, scream-

   “I love you, you fucking idiot!”

Eddie pulls away, steps back as if Steve just hit him. And maybe he has, maybe the weight of his confession hit him so hard it hurts.

Steve hopes it does.

He deserves it.

   “I love you, Eddie. And you just left me. Couldn’t even be bothered to open my fucking letters. It’s been two years and I still fucking love you and it’s not fair!”

Eddie’s expression turns from shocked to fond, then angry.

   “Nothing is fucking fair in this world!”

Eddie steps closer, hands balled to fists at his sides.

   “And those letters? They wouldn’t have changed anything.”

Steve can feels tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. How much more does his heart have to take? This is already too much. He doesn’t need to hear Eddie tell him all this, doesn’t need him to pour salt into the wound. Steve needs to leave, he needs to-

   “Because I was a coward.”

    What?

   “I didn’t want to leave but I was so fucked up back then. Even if- even if I had known, I would’ve just messed it all up. But I’m better now. Things are better now and I will fight for you, Steve”

Eddie is too close now, standing right before him with his hands now held up in defeat.

   “I’m back and I won’t go anywhere. I will do whatever I can to make things right. I am sorry for hurting you.”

Trembling fingers reach out for Steve and to his surprise, Steve doesn’t find it in him to fight them off, lets Eddie take hold of his hands.

   “I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner that I love you.”

They’re both crying now.

   “I should’ve fought harder, Eddie. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help.”

Eddie lets go of Steve’s hands, wraps his arms around his middle instead.

   “No. No, baby. None of this is your fault. This is all on me. And I know I can’t ask you for forgiveness but I promise I’ll do everything to-“

   “Just shut up and kiss me already!”

Steve feels like the world stops spinning when Eddie’s lips crash on his. And suddenly, everything feels right again.

It doesn’t magically change the past, doesn’t wipe out all the worries, the tears, the pain, and the anger. It’ll still take time to heal. To build trust and start all over again. To forgive themselves and each other.

But as long as there is love, there is something worth fighting for.

As long as there is love, there is hope.

And in this moment, holding Eddie in his arms and feeling the soft press of his lips on his own, Steve knows they’ll make it.

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William Afton x fem Reader

(Based on Bride of Chucky)

(Part 2)

……….

You walk over to the door and open it. “Hey babe” ugh… it’s your boyfriend Merrick. He was a sweet guy, really! He tried. But it also felt like he just wanted to get into your pants sometimes. Plus you just didn’t feel much for him. “Oh hey” you reply, he comes in. “I got you something~” *your face turns into a light smile. “Oh really? What is it?” He hands you a box. “Open it.” You open the box and see a nice blue laced lingerie set . Your smile lessens a bit. “Well, what do you think?” Merrick asks “I like it.. thanks..” “oh come on. You don’t seem like you do” you close the box back up “no I really do like it…it’s just…I don’t know” Merrick seems a bit disappointed. “Well my bad y/n, but it seems like no matter what I get you you’re not happy…” “it’s not that I don’t appreciate the gifts it’s just that I feel like you don’t get me sometimes!”

You storm off into the living room. But then freeze in place. You look over and see that the rabbit man is gone.

A slight grin creeps on your face as a rush of excitement comes over you

“Hey Merrick?” You ask “yeah?” He says. “I’m really sorry. I don’t want to argue…let’s just hang out tonight, okay?” A smile spreads across Merricks face “sounds good to me!”

You both head upstairs to your bedroom. You take a seat on your chair by your desk as Merrick hops onto your bed. “Hey y/n? How long have we been going out now?” You look at him. “I don’t know. Couple of months. Why?”Merrick sits on his knees as he takes his shirt off. “Well I’m just saying that we’ve been together for…a decent amount of time. And I think that we have a real connection. Don’t you think that you’ve kept me waiting long enough?” “No.” You say sharply. Merrick rolls his eyes before trying to lay down seductively. “Oh come on y/n. Y’know you wanna. Some people say that an orgasm is like a little death…why don’t we die a little?~”

Your bedroom light flickers before coming back on. You let out a yelp. As the rabbit appears in the chair next to you. Merrick walks over to it. “Oh my god. Is that?…you didn’t y/n, really? I know you’re like obsessed with that bunny robot but really? You got the real spring Bonnie?”you sigh. “I’m not obsessed I just think he’s cool.” “He’s creepy” “well it’s been awhile so obviously he looks a little different!” Merrick starts chuckling to himself “what are you even going to do with that thing?” An idea sparks in your head. “Well…I thought he’d make an interesting toy~” merricks face widens and he blushes “okay.”

You now have Merrick handcuffed to your bed. And you’re wearing the blue lace he bought you. “Damn this is sexy~” Merrick mutters out “oh you’re not the only one who thinks so~” you say as you grab the animatronic and place him next to merrick on the bed. You lean closer to Merricks face. “Now you watch me.” You then look at William. “Both of you.” You proceed to put on a little sexy dance. “Y’know Merrick, there was something that I never told you about spring Bonnie…” Merrick makes a confused expression. “Don’t tell me springy over here wets the bed.” “I wouldn’t talk about him like that. But no, I used to date the guy who wore the suit. That was before he died in a spring lock failure.” You put your heels on top of a chair to show your ass off. “But boy did he ever get jealous. If anyone even looked at me, William would take care of them….and god, was he an incredible lover. He was the best I ever had.” Merrick smiles at you. “Come on babe. He could never take care of you like I could. Plus seeing how old this thing looks he probably has a micro penis from half his dick falling off!” All the sudden the spring Bonnie animatronic head turns to look at Merrick, and says: “it’s not the size that counts, asshole. It’s what you do with it.”

Merrick gasps in shock. But before he could say anything William rips his nose ring out. He screams as blood spills from his nose. William lets out a few laughs before grabbing a pillow and stuffing it on his head. While Merrick is dying, William looks over to you. “Hey.” You stand there a little stunned before awkwardly waving back. “Hey.” Merrick finally stops struggling and dies. “So…it’s been awhile” William starts. “Yeah…I’ve missed you” while it’s a little hard to tell with him being an animatronic so he’s kinda limited when it comes to facial expressions, he seems to smile. He puts his arms out signaling you to come give him a hug. You can’t help but grin and excitedly rush to him and wrap your arms around him.

You both walk downstairs in the kitchen. “You still look as beautiful as ever. I’ll admit, after you found out about the shit I did and all that. I kinda thought you would go insane and really let yourself go. But I was wrong. In fact you seem to be doing just fine” you fiddle with your fingers a bit with a hint of blush to your cheeks “what were you doing with that prick anyway?” William asks. “Well it’s been a few years will. You can’t expect me to just stay single forever, I mean I tried finding you but there was always the chance that I never would be able to. Besides, I was never really with him. Y’know me, I’ll give anyone a chance but I’ll only sleep with someone I love.” You reach for William’s mechanical hand. “Oh by the way, I still have the ring!”

The rabbit makes a confused expression. “What ring?”

……….

[starified-lizzy]

Something something something, the intro to my huge ass au.

Some notes: Blue= BF, Sophie= GF, Navy= BB

Feedback is appreciated!

It was a nice night out. Warm, with a nice breeze, stars twinkling bright in the sky with a crescent moon a sliver of white in the darkening sky.

Tonight was prom. A huge day for the seniors. A time to dance with one’s friends and/or partners, or just go completely apeshit and get pregnant in the bathroom stalls. Blue would rather go on living without hearing or seeing that.

Unfortunately… his mother thought going without either a friend or a date would be a good idea. Normally- he probably would have a date if they hadn’t moved from Philly in Middle School.

……

He’d rather not think about his middle school years.

His mother pushed his hair back again, lightly hairspraying it to keep it in place, as the lights from the bathroom’s ceiling made him feel like he was being interrogated. Instinctively, Blue reached up to mess it up again, hating having his bangs pushed away, but his mother just lightly smacked his hand away, tutting.

“We’ve gotta be formal, hun.”

“Mom- I don’t even want to go.” Blue whined, letting his mother fuss over him. She lightly patted some loose strands of his cyan hair into place, adding a bit more spray.

“I know sweetie, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I don’t want you to miss out like Navy did.” She said.

“Navy only skipped it because half the women there hated him, and he didn’t want to deal with it.” He pouted, vividly remembering his brother’s whole panic attack about it.

“I know, and I get that. You haven’t even tried talking to anyone there enough to even know if they like you or not. Who knows? Maybe you’ll find yourself another man~.” She teased, picking up the black bowtie from the counter.

“M O M …” Blue hissed, immediately getting red.

She laughed politely, “Sorry, sweetie, but I think it’s adorable. You don’t let others get in between you and the people you care for.”

“Yeah well- the last guy I was with… he isn’t a fan of me anymore…”

His mother fell silent. “I know you don’t want to tell me, and I understand, I just wish I knew what happened between you two?”

“Moving away is what happened.” He replied bitterly, feeling guilty for being rude about it. His mother just wanted what was best for her sons, and Philly had started to become a shithole after-

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the smell of smoke and the sound of a building collapsing from his mind.

“I’m sorry, Blue, but I didn’t want you to grow up in a crime-ridden area.” She said softly, sitting down on the toilet lid besides Blue, beckoning him to face her so she could put the bowtie on.

“I know…”

She put the bowtie clip on, flattening any wrinkles in his white button-up she saw before standing with a sigh. “You’re all set. My baby boy… all grown up.”

Blue couldn’t help the small grin that crossed his face for a moment.

“Let me see that beautiful smile.” She asked, tilting her head slightly, her royal blue hair momentarily falling into her face.

Blue gave her just that, showing off his grin that his mother loved.

“There we are. Make sure you text your brother and I how it goes.” She said, ushering him out of the bathroom and into the landing, getting her purse and keys.

“You don’t have to drive me, mom. I have a license…” he insisted, his face getting red with embarrassment.

“I know, but I want to! This is the last time I can do something for my baby boy before he officially becomes an adult!” She said.

He hesitated… pursing his lips as he fought with himself over this. “Fine. So long as you don’t like- lean halfway out of the car and yell at me… or honk your horn.”

She snorted. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“Yes. You would. You did it to both me and Navy when you made us go to Homecoming.” He replied flatly.

“Ah… right…”

Blue huffed amusedly, turning to leave with his mother trailing behind, far more excited about this than he was.

~

He stood on the steps of the school’s entrance.

His mother had given him a pep talk, giving him tips on how to either convince a woman OR man to dance.

Like hell he’s going to actually ask someone to dance.

Others with dates, or just friends, walked past him into the school, paying him no mind. They all looked excited for this, like this is something they wanted to do.

Why can’t he be like that?

He shook his head slightly. Taking in a deep breath to calm his nerves, he walked in.

Inside, the lights were down, replaced with slowly shifting lights as slow-music played. Couples were already dancing, holding each other close as their hips swayed to the music. Others who just came with friends were just chilling by the pillars, chatting away with drinks and other snacks in their hands.

Awkwardly, Blue moved to lean against a pillar, crossing his arms as he watched the couples on the dance floors have fun. He momentarily wondered how prom would’ve gone if he was still with his ex, but he shook it away.

He scanned the individuals hanging out around the sides, trying to see if there was anyone he had ever even talked to here he could hopefully hang with. His gaze landed on a girl standing by herself.

She had brown hair done neatly into a bun, with short, curled strands hanging strategically in front of her ears. Small sparkling golden hooped earrings were hooked in her ears, and a small golden necklace with a little flower pendant on it draped around her neck. Her red dress was sleeveless, with two straps wrapped around her neck to hold it up.

No one stood by her. No one talked to her.

He glanced away when she looked up, cursing to himself for looking at her like that. She looked lonely, like she also had no friends, but he doubted that someone like that could have no friends. He cursed himself once again, before pushing off the pillar, moving to where he last saw her.

She was still there, staring out into the mass of slow-dancers with an expression of longing. Blue wrung his hands together as they got sweaty.

Is he really going to do this?

He watched as she sighed, looking away.

Yeah… he is.

He approached from the side so she could see him, which she did, studying him confusedly. Her eyes were a warm chocolate brown and glistened with the lights.

“Hi, Uhm… I saw you standing by yourself… and I just… I wanted to ask if you were okay?” He stammered, hands continuously wringing together to keep himself from full-on panicking.

“Oh… yeah, I mean… I don’t really have anyone to dance with… nor did I really want to come here, but my dad made me.” She explained, before taking on a slightly annoyed tone, “Which I don’t get when he knows damn well I don’t have anyone to dance with.”

Blue hesitated, unsure of how to continue the conversation he started. “I don’t have anyone to dance with either, nor do I want to be here too. My mom made me go, saying it’s a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’.” He quoted, throwing up the air-quotes.

“You too? I just don’t get the hype. Like- sure, having a partner would make this experience more enjoyable, but at the same time- it’s just… the amount of people here is overwhelming. I feel so bad for people who have sensory issues who’s parents made them go.” She ranted, ending with a sigh.

“Old people are weird.” Blue agreed with awkwardly.

They sat in silence for bit, watching the dancing continue.

“Say, what’s your name? I can’t imagine a cutie like you not having a date for prom.”

Blue flushed, stammering over himself and wringing his hands together nervously, “O-oh! U-uhm… my n-name is B-B-Blue.”

“Blue? That’s such a cute name. My name’s Sophia. You can call me Sophie.” She said, smiling at him. She reached her hands out, gently taking his and holding them. “Say, how’s a dance sound?”

Blue could only nod, trying not to smile like an utter dork.

-

He laughed as Sophie messed his hair up, ducking away and batting her hands away.

“Your hair is so fluffy! And are you serious that it’s naturally this color?” She asked, keeping her hands to herself after another swat from the shorter.

“Yeah! Both mine and my brother’s. My mom’s hair is naturally a royal blue.” He explained, a permanent grin plastered on his face.

“Nahhh- ain’t no way. I’d have to see it to believe it.” She said.

“Well- if my mom shows up before your dad does, maybe you can see her hair. My brother is in Philly right now, he lives there.” Blue explained.

“Wait, you have family in Philly too?” Sophie asked, eyes bright.

“Oh- yeah! In the shitty bit, but yeah.”

Sophie ‘ah’ed, looking towards the ground. “My mom’s currently in Philly too. Not there, specifically, but nearby. She’s doing a show there.”

Blue looked at her confusedly. “A show?”

“Yeah, my Mom’s actually a pretty big pop star… Mearest?”

Blue’s jaw dropped. “YOUR MOTHER IS-“

She covered his mouth mid-shock, shushing him. “Yes! Now please don’t let the whole school know!” She begged.

Blue nodded. “Your mother is the pop star Mearest?! The Mearest?!” He asked in a hiss after she removed her hands.

“Yeah… my dad’s Dearest, the retired rapper.”

Blue’s jaw fell open.

“Everyone says how lucky I am to have literal stars as parents…. But it’s not all glory and money and fame all the time…”

Blue tilted his head. “What do you mean..?”

Sophie glanced at him. Her eyes holding a secret that she desperately wanted to tell.

“My parents are…. I am-“

A loud honk startled them, interrupting Sophie.

“Shit… my dad’s here. I have to go now.” She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss to his cheek. “Tonight was very lovely, thank you.”

Blue watched in a flustered daze as she hurried to the literal fucking limo waiting for her. She turned and waved to him.

He waved back.

Something something something, the intro to my huge ass au.

I really want to make this au a comic, but I don’t know where to STAAARRRRRRT-

I’ve never actually posted a chapter straight to Tumblr before, so this is a first.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

[gaybd1]

“Hey, why are you walking like that?” - the first time Zuko notices Sokka's leg injury never fully healed?

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"Hey, why are you walking like that?"

Sokka froze, almost out the door on the way to a council meeting. He’d been walking carefully around Zuko all day, trying to hide his limp from the firebender, trying not to let it become a Thing…

"Like what?" he tried to keep his voice casual, but it squeaked a little at the end, like it always did when he was caught in a lie.

Sighing, he dropped down into one of the chairs in their chambers’ sitting room. It looked like they were doing this- the meeting could wait.

"Don't do that. You're hurt." Zuko sat opposite him, arms crossed as he studied Sokka’s face looking for any sign of injury.

As much as Zuko hated being babied about his own injuries, he had no problem poking, prodding, and nagging at Sokka whenever he had the smallest scrape.

And his bedside manner was terrible.

"I promise, I'm not-" Sokka’s protests were cut off as Zuko knelt down in front of him, yanking down Sokka’s pants to get a better view of his legs. “Spirits! Do you mind?”

"Stop being a baby and let… me… see-" the firebender had to yank at the pants, as Sokka was not making it easy to get them off. When they finally budged, they came down in one motion and sent Zuko falling back onto his backside. Sokka snorted.

Zuko’s brow furrowed as he got a good look at Sokk’s legs. "…You're not hurt."

"No, I'm not." Sokka crossed his arms, more than a little annoyed but happy to say ‘I told you so.’

Zuko frowned and absently traced the scar under Sokka’s left knee. Sokka hissed at the contact and Zuko smirked up at him in triumph before turning a concerned gaze back to the knee.

"So it's... How long has this been going on?"

"What? I said-"

"Cut the bullshit, Sokka,” Zuko was using his Fire Lord voice now, and Sokka couldn’t help but to flush at the tone. “You're not okay if you're limping. Let me help you."

"You can't help me,” Sokka replied quietly, “Katara can't even help me, she’s tried. It's just one of those things...."

Zuko let Sokka’s voice trail off, sitting back in the opposite chair and throwing Sokka’s pants back in his lap. He reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose and met Sokka’s gaze directly.

“You don’t think I can fix it so you didn’t even want to tell me about it. Sokka. That’s so… stupid.”

“I don’t need your pity,” Sokka mumbled back, taking the opportunity to break the eye contact and carefully wiggle his pants back on.

“You’re an ass.”

Sokka stopped, one leg in, one leg out, and looked back up at Zuko. Why was he so mad? True, Sokka hadn’t told him about his chronic pain, but Zuko had more important things to worry about. Like running a country. Still…

“I’m sorry,” he finally croaked, “I know I shouldn’t keep things from you…”

Zuko groaned in frustration.

“You don’t get it. I’m not mad you didn’t tell me, I’m mad you didn’t think it mattered enough to tell me! When I’m having a bad day with my heart, do you think I tell you because I think you have some magical cure for me? No! I want you to be there for me, and I want you to let me be there for you!”

Oh.

Sokka suddenly and deeply did indeed feel like an ass.

Especially since he was still only half-wearing pants.

He quietly finished dressing and crossed the room to Zuko, swatting his hands off his knees to make space to sit in his lap.

Sokka settled in and wrapped his arms around Zuko’s neck. The tension in the other man’s body eased, but he still wouldn’t look at Sokka.

Sokka craned his neck so that their eyes met as he pressed their foreheads together.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m just so used to… I was always the oldest, you know? I couldn’t worry anyone else with my problems and sometimes I forget that you… Well, that we love each other and are here to support each other. I’ll tell you from now on when I’m having a bad day with my leg, okay?”

Zuko smiled and reached up for one of Sokka’s hands, bringing it to his lips.

“Okay.”

[andvys]

Robin hasn’t come to see you, she didn’t apologize and she didn’t say goodbye either, not in person and not on the phone. It broke your heart a little, despite what happened, you still consider her your best friend even if you aren’t hers anymore.

okay fuck you then robin 🤨 nance is my girl now 🫶

A smile appears on your face as Eddie starts playing the next song, he winks at you as he mouths ‘for you, baby.’ 

uhuhu we get songs now?? i love being a rockstars gf

“I’m Drew,” he says as he holds his hand out for you.

oh hell no drew i can see he's the one who's gonna catch my hands

He licks his lips, chuckling, “you’re kind of a bitch, you know that right?”

you're kind of asking for a whooping bro 🤨

He leans closer to you and puts the half empty bottle on the table before he places his cold hand on your thigh.

HELL NO WHAT IS THIS BITCH DOING

This guy is shorter than Drew but he definitely packs more muscles than him and Steve.

not him and his little pitbull 😭

The bartender looks at you in confusion as you walk towards him, “you got a gun?” you ask.

DAMN OKAY THATS VERY JAMES BOND OF HER

The older man nods, turning to look at Drew, he glares at him, “get your ass up, we’re leaving.”

yes you better be creep 💅

“You need to see a doctor,” you mumble, you avoid looking into his eyes as you cup his cheeks, eying the wounds, “you might have a concussion.”

this man has experienced so many ass whooping idk how he doesn't have concussions all the time

But god, Steve wants you so bad.

well what can i say... we're just irresistible like that 😌

“Oh, don’t worry, it wasn't the first time someone called me that,” you say as you briefly look into his eyes.

OOOOOOOOO TELL HIM GIRL!!

“I don’t think you ever loved me, Steve. You are just scared of ending up alone. You always knew that it wouldn’t work out with any of your girls and you knew how much I loved you, you knew you would never be alone with me there,” you say, trying to blink the tears away.

oof the call out 🤭

“I-I was scared to end up like him… my father. I didn’t want to hurt you the way he hurt my mom, he constantly cheats on her, I didn’t want to do the same to you when we’d start dating. I-I thought that if I did all of this now, then I wouldn’t feel the urge to be with anyone else later on. But, I didn’t realize that I was already hurting you.”

bro.... that's even worse steve 😭😭

Tears fall from his eyes, his eyes show nothing but sadness and heartbreak but he nods in understanding and he gives you a sad smile, “I get it,” he whispers, “I’m sorry for everything.”

i mean... karma? 😳

“I don’t forgive you.”

OH SHIT SHE IS RUTHLESS HAHA

“I… I don’t love you anymore, Steve.”

SHE JUST KEEPS GOING BRO

He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment as he closes his eyes.

oh how bad he fumbled huh 🤭

Everybody leaves him.

now he can feel like y/n 😙

“Shit baby…. you wanna make me a real daddy huh?”

eeeeeEEXUCE ME 😳😳😳

“We could make things work, you know?” he whispers. 

SORRY?????

ANDY... what is going on in that gorgeous mind of yours huh? 🤭 CANT WAIT FOR MORE I AM ADDICTED

I'M DYING OVER THE "not him and his little pitbull" I FUCKING CANT LMFAOO

And omg ikr? He always ends up in the worst fights but walks away with just scratches and bruises 😭

R finally stood up for herself and told him off 😌

He definitely lost a goooood thing here

And hhehehe Eddie for sure wants to be a daddy 😏 & the last line might not be what you think........

I'm so happy you like it so much 🥺❤️

[sweetmusingss]

Charles took your hands in his, holding them gently and staring back at you sincerely. “No, please don’t cry.. You’re right though. I didn’t believe in love. I did and then I got hurt and I didn’t.. But now, I don’t know. Maybe there is a chance for it. Because all I know is that it hurts to see you with him. It kills me inside to think about you going off and living happily ever after with him. When this is all said and done, you are likely going to go run off with Max and I am going to spend the rest of my life pining after you and aching for you,” he said, swallowing thickly. He had never felt this vulnerable in his life but he needed to say what he wanted to say. “There is not a chance in this world though that I would just decide I didn’t want you any more if you ever gave me a real chance. Look at me now, Nay. I came and crashed your date because I couldn’t stand being in the house for more than two hours without you there. I know I am not the perfect man and maybe I don’t have a five or ten year plan all laid out but I can promise you that I would never treat you like less than you deserve,” he says, reaching out and running his thumbs over your cheeks. He knew this whole situation was messy. Pierre would kick his ass if he ever found out there was something going on between the two of you but he was sick of being seen like he wasn’t worthy of being anyone’s partner. He would never hurt you. This was all hitting him right now that this was more than sex to him and maybe it had been for a while. “I don’t mean to overwhelm you.. Just don’t write me off just yet.. please,” he said, his voice cracking as he spoke.

I look up at him as he speaks, hating that my traitorous eyes were letting a few tears fall, hating to cry in front of people and show any sort of weakness at all. “It’s easy for you to say you wouldn’t get sick of me after a couple of weeks of really good sex, Charles… but what about when that wears off? Max and I never even had really good sex so I know he’s not thinking with his dick when he talks about the future. It just scares me, Charles… us, being a thing.” I knew Charles was a good man, he had proved it time and time again over the past couple of weeks. We argued and bickered like an old married couple, sure, but he always looked out for me at the end of the day. “I want someone who will love me on my bad days and my good days. I want someone who knows they love me, someone who believes in love… I can’t be with someone who thinks there may be a chance.” I scoff when he says he doesn’t mean to overwhelm you, shaking my head. “This is very overwhelming, Charles. I hated you a month ago, but I… I haven’t thought about Max since the first night we slept together. I used to spend my days daydreaming about him and our future… but now I wake up thinking about you. I go to sleep thinking about you. I seek you out in a crowd, I hold your hand for comfort, I sleep better in your bed than my own… that’s fucking terrifying. We’re supposed to hate one another and now you want me to be your girlfriend?”

__

“Yeah, I am,” I say, smiling softly at you as you carried one of my bags for me immediately, getting distracted for a moment as I glanced at your arms before looking back into your eyes. “I spent the first half of the week in L.A dealing with stuff there and then back home in New York but I was still working. Kind of frustrating when your schedule has to rely on musicians who think that 3 a.m clubbing is more important than laying down vocals for their new album,” I say, walking towards the door with you. “I am already sorry to you for how much you will have to be around me though,” I laugh softly. I always thought I was a little too chatty and too annoying. Chris always warned me that you were very grumpy although I never really saw that side of you. Maybe I would now that we would be seeing so much of each other. “It’s really nice to see you too though. I was reading your new book on the flight,” I admit to you, smiling softly. “Really excellent work, by the way. You are even better with words than I am.”

Seb cringes when you say you were in LA, shaking his head. “It’s gross out there, isn’t it? So many fake lips and fucking green juices and Sweetgreen. We get it, you know? You’re healthy, good for you.” Seb hated LA, he usually refused to go there unless he absolutely had to. He loved California, just not LA. “Don’t apologize... it’s all in the name of love, right? All for the sake of these two finally getting married after years of me asking Chris when the hell he was going to pop the question.” Seb’s eyes widened as you mentioned you were reading his new book, stopping a bit in the middle of the walkway up to the house, it always being surprising when people he kinda knew read his stuff. He expected it from Chris and Renee and his family and good friends, but not from acquaintances. “Really? Wow, thanks... I would’ve gifted you a copy. I’m sure you spent a small fortune on it at the airport. Also more money for me, so thanks.” Seb chuckles, continuing to walk up to the front door with you, knocking before looking over at you. “Your songs come on sometimes in the car... I don’t automatically turn them off.” He gives you a small teasing smirk.

[sadboyythoughts]

It’s not your job?

Whoever said it was your job?

Being respectful of my relationship? How is that being respectful? Tell me that, you said you were gonna leave so you can focus on your partner which is definitely understandable but you said you were going and that should help my relationship? Time after time I defended our relationship to people.

When do you ever jump through hoops to be in my life? Never. You came and went. When ever you wanted and I let you back in EVERY SINGLE TIME. That’s on my that’s my bad. Yes you emailed me, but it was a half ass email. Nothing about showing you cared about our relationship. So yes I still have you blocked bc you didn’t put in no effort.

I did not throw you out the window. You up and left. Again.

You never “forced” your self in my life. I always working you back in. I always end up falling for you and the fact that I can never end up with you is what hurts every time. But you don’t see that. I also did not put you down constantly. I said everything I had to say to you about how I was feeling. We had conversations about it yes. But I didn’t constantly tell you shit about the past. An yeah you had earned my trust and my love back that I always had for you. I let my walls down for you. You picked who you wanted to be with for the rest of your life and I don’t blame you at all for that bc I can never give you what you need if I was able to maybe you’d be with me but I can’t and there for you’re not. But apparently I’m a dead horse? Sheesh man. Good to know. All I do is take.. good to know.

Never said I was going to blame you for being a Gemini dude. Despite how much I hate Geminis I didn’t hate you I always took you back. ALWAYS.

You mite not remember this but every time you left I always begged you. I always tried to message you. I cried so much over you. So yeah it takes time for someone to trust again. After all you did was take and leave. You made me feel used. This time? I don’t feel used just disappointed. Even if it was a miss communication simply saying you didn’t want me to leave, something in that aspect I wouldn’t of done what I did. But you will never understand that. Bc apparently all I do is take.

I get it. You wanted to leave my life so it wouldn’t hurt you as much. But if the tables where turned you still show no sign of anything.

I’ll always be just some girl you kissed when you a kid.

Now you tell me to forget you? Fine. You’re right what’s the point. We’d never have a future together. I’d never be good enough for you.

You had said nice things before about me. But then you go and say things that you know that will hurt me.

I won’t make you a villain in my story bc there’s no story. We were friends. Nothing came out of it. No story to tell.

I’m sorry for blocking you. I hope you do have a nice wedding and everything. I hope you get through all your hard times. I do wish you the best.

Ps. This hurt me the most I have ever been hurt. An it all has to be silent. Not like I can vent to anyone about it so I’ll just let it slowly kill me.

[bekaroth-reads]

Hey im the one who requested husband wesker but what whould he do if excella was geting angrier and angrier and how wesker is married and trys to do something to the reader but wesker find out. Sorry if im asking to much but thank you and i hope your doing well.

[Hey! couple of things for this one. Firstly and most important: thank you so much for the ask and I’m so sorry that it took so long. Secondly, I need to clarify that I don’t think that everyone that gets work done on their body is evil or something. Also that I think the model for Excella is very beautiful. I was just going for that feeling when you’re mad at someone and you start picking at everything, and it made the first part of the fic sounds kinda mean :p]

There was something to be said about having your husband working the way that he did. As you could imagine, having the love of your life suddenly decide that he was going to take over the world by means of bio-hazardous and ethically dubious methods can put quite the strain on your marriage. On top of that, he seemed to be working with a woman that looked like she just walked out of a sex doll factory. Usually, you wouldn’t be inclined to say something like that about a woman, at least not as an insult, but she seemed to be going for this look for no other reason than to try to manipulate people; and most damning in this case, to try to manipulate your husband. Now, you knew that he wasn’t stupid enough to fall for Excella, but you had seen enough of her to know that she was stupid enough to fall for him. Albert might be your husband, but you could admit that he had a way of duping people into thinking that he was into them so he could get them to do things for him.

You had thought, thought, that he was over that sort of thing, seeing as you hadn’t heard any of the hushed whispers you used to hear about him. Come to think about it, that was most likely because you saw hardly anyone, and when you did Albert was with you meaning that no one dared to say anything then. That is, no one but Excella that is. She seemed to think that she could say whatever she wanted, about whomever she wanted, and however she wanted. And, you were the most recent of her victims. It would seem like her plastic surgeon had used hot air instead of silicone in her last boob work; not that she needed more. It was both a good and a bad thing that you were extremely good at blowing people off, because you didn’t give her the reactions that she wanted; but at the same time the more that she was ignored, the more that she tried to get your ire. She definitely had it, but you weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing it.

“Really, dear,” Excella always tired to put a friendly spin on all of her insults, “I’m just saying it’s a surprise that such a fashionable man as Albert,” she always used his first name even though she didn’t have permission to, “would leave you to walk around in such a…an outfit.” You went to reply something of a half-assed excuse to her, but stopped when the door opened. It was Albert, not to either of your surprise. And, odd enough with how clingy he has been lately, well, physically clingy and emotionally distant, you were happy to have him in the room for no other reason than at least means to get her to shut up. He quirked a brow when neither of you talked. “Keeping secrets are we?” He prodded as he walked your direction. “Oh, no, simply talking about something you aren’t interested in.” Excella chimed in. Albert simply snapped his fingers and pointed toward the door. Excella knew what this meant and left the room briskly.

Albert ran a hand along the side of your neck gently yet possessively. “We’ve talked about this-“

“I know what you’ve said.” you cut him off, not wanting hear his whole spiel about how dangerous things were at the time, especially when you weren’t the one at fault here. “I stayed exactly where you left me. It’s not my fault that your chihuahua left your purse to corner me.” The hand on your neck squeezed slightly and you were warned with a curt, “Watch it.” After a moment of him studying your face, not like he didn’t know you, but rather like he was forgetful of what human emotions looked like, his hold softened. “What has she been doing to you?” Albert asked darkly. Now, you weren’t the most fond of Excella, but you also knew that being on Albert’s bad side was one of the worse curses in the world. You wouldn’t wish it on her for not outgrowing schoolyard antics. “Nothing.” You huffed and leaned back and rested your elbows on the counter behind you.

He leaned with you in kind, and replaced his hands on your neck with his lips. “We both know you’re not telling me everything.”Albert mumbled into your skin before he placed a kiss there. “And, I know that you only get this cozy when you’re trying to get something.” You grumbled back, but didn’t do anything to stop him. There was another, uncharacteristically sweet kiss to your neck. “Do I?” He chuckled. “I’ll have to start asking for things more often.” There were a few more kisses before he move up to whisper in your ear, “I do know one thing you don’t.” He nestled his nose at the side of your face, pressed his lips to your jaw, and mischievously hummed, “We have an audience.” He didn’t have to tell you who it was.

Scoffing, you went to push off the counter and away from him, but you were pinned where you were by his body weight alone. “Oh, don’t be a prude. Let her enjoy the show.” Albert laughed, obliviously enjoying the whole situation as his hands moved to your waist. “Albert.” You warned. You might not have had much sway out here, but you still had ways to put the pressure on him while the two of you were in private. “Relax. It isn’t like she’s going to be around to talk.” He purrs and straitens up, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cloth to wipe his glasses from smudging them on your face. While he did he looked at you with uncovered, primal eyes with a sort of hunger shining in them.

“I’ll have you remember that I am very observant. I know how to put two and two together.” You figured he did, at least when he sent Excella out of the room. But, like you said earlier, being on Albert’s bad side wasn’t something you would wish on someone, so you weren’t going to say anything to him. “Jealous are we?” You decided to try to spin it around. He was quick to catch on though, and spun it right back. “Oh, always, but never as much as you.” There was a quick peck to your lips after this to make sure he didn’t sour your mood too greatly. “I had already made up my mind on the matter, but what I just saw solidified it.” His glasses back on, Albert leaned over you once more. He leaned in by your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “Sit tight a little bit more. She has run through her usefulness and worse insulted you. The two of us are going to have a… job assessment after i walk out that door. I give her a half hour before-“

Albert cut himself off, leaned back, smirked, and said, “Well, no need to be graphic.” You raised your brows questioningly. “Never something that bothered you before.” He smiled at your remark as he held you chin to be sure that your full attention was on him. “Oh, believe me, sweetheart, you are sheltered.” He snickered. “And, when was the last time you used that nickname? I thought you were too god-like now to stoop to such child-like ideas.” You poked fun at him and that weird complex he had gotten a few years ago. His response was to hover his lips above yours with the words, “Never for you.” ghosting over them, pulling him in along with them.

You had almost forgotten about the doomed voyeur at the slightly ajar door. There was not a thought, not even a breath left in your system; like he was pulling your whole soul out of your body with the kiss. It sadly didn’t last as long as you wanted it to, and he was stepping back with the intent of stepping away. “Happy anniversary, love.” He hummed and gave you one more chaste kiss before walking toward the door. You were still a bit dazed, so you almost didn’t catch on to what he said. When you did, you were angry; well, a bit more disappointed than angry. “Hey! That’s not until-

“Early.” Albert added with a turn to you to slide his glasses down a bit and give you a wink. You rolled your eyes and he opened the door on an Excella that was trying to act like she wasn’t just hunched over trying to listen in. When he was out the door, she gave you a look like she just won the lottery. If only she knew.

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A Tiny problem Bruce Wayne pt. 2

Summary: Y/n is a good friend and secretary to the one and only Bruce Wayne, their relationship for the most part is strictly platonic! Until one night when they decided to relieve some of that pesky sexual tension between and well... Y/n has a tiny problem that she can't tell Bruce about as it appears he's gone back to Selina. 

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Y/n was around 4 months pregnant now, and her belly was getting notably rounder luckily winter was just a round the corner, so no questioned why Y/n was suddenly favoring her more baggier clothes which consisted of sweaters and sweater dresses, that and her desk obscured most of her figure, so everyone could just see her top half, Y/n though she was in the clear, until Bruce's son Damian came to visit his father, who was currently in a meeting.

Believe it or not, Y/n and Damian get along quite well! Mainly because you're not an ass kissing employee whose just playing nice so his father will notice them or another floozy trying mine for information on how to bed his father, Truth be told he wouldn't mind if you and his father got together, you’ve been more of a mother to him than his actual mother.

The sixteen year old had just stepped out of the elevator when he glanced up from his phone briefly, then did a quick double take when he saw you standing on a wheeled office chair searching the small supply closet a few feet from your desk, but that's not what his eyes were fixated on, Oh no. 

They were locked on to your very noticeable pregnant belly!!! "Y/-" Sure enough the chair slipped out from under you, You let out a small squeak waiting for the inevitable pain to come, but were confused why you weren't falling?

You opened your eyes to find a concerned Damian looking down at you and realized the teen had caught you... Your shaking hands instinctively went to you stomach and let out a sigh of relief. "Damian... Thank you." The teen's ears turned red. "Tt, whatever." He huffed before putting you down. "Wait, I need to-" The raven haired boy cut you off. "I'll get It!" he barked while ordering you to sit back down, he was still on edge from the close call and didn’t want to take any chances. "What were you looking for?" Damian asked standing on his toes to see the top shelf.

"Sticky-notes." you answered meekly the teen grunted pulling out a booklet of gold and gray notes and handing them to them to you. Damian frowned he was so confused, how could you be pregnant? He hasn't seen any signs of a man in your life... Except. 

Damian knows you live with your cousin and his boyfriend, maybe you were surrogating for them? the teen was so lost in thought he didn't hear his father come out of the conference room, until he was calling his name.

 "Damian?" The teen blinked and looked over at his father, and immediately Damian's mind went to *why you didn't have anyone assisting you in your condition?* He opened his mouth to berate his father, when he noticed the scared look you were sending him, while lightly shaking your head... Why would you be scared about his father knowing? And like that the pieces came together, Damian looked back at his father with a neutral expression.

"Sorry father, I was thinking to hard."

"So I see, anything important?"

"Yes. Father I'd like to student intern for Wayne Enterprise as L/n's assistant." 

"..."

Bruce gawked at his son stunned while You choked on a big gulp of water and pulled off your best Sheila Broflovski impression. "W-What, what- *wheeze* what?!" you sputtered between coughs, Bruce looked between you and Damian unsure of what to do, You just waved him off and watched Bruce lead Damian to his office so they can discuss this in private. You took this as your chance to go to the restroom to clean up and do your business, when you got back Damian was wiping your desk down, while giving you the 'we're so talking about this!' look and like that you knew you were screwed...

Damian had taken you to lunch as Bruce had another meeting to get to, the teen pretty much knew that you were carrying his half-sibling and demanded you start from the beginning.

You summed it up as best you could while Damian sip his tea, the hooking up with Bruce, and finding out about the baby a month ago. "And I just...So on Tuesday you father has a meeting with Aren Barns, But it'll have to be moved for..." you quickly switched the subject to his internship when the same waitress was conveniently walking by their table for the third time.

Damian played along nodding like he was listening, Yeah, unfortunately this café was notorious for tabloid vultures, which is why you told Damian it was best to pick a spot far from the bar and close to an exit in case someone ambushed them. "Why haven't you told my father about this?" The teen inquired Y/n cocked a brow looked out the window, Damian followed her gaze saw a large LED screen with a picture of Bruce and Selina Kyle making-out at some concert. "Oh...I See." Was all he could say lunch was a little awkward from there.

For the next two months Bruce was baffled by his sons sudden attentiveness towards you and the intern job, if you were tasked with carry heavy supplies Damian would be there, if you needed a drink or snack Damian would get it for you, Even though you told he didn't have to, But he was vey insistent about taking care of you. "Someone has to be..." he'd mutter under his breath Bruce felt that jab was directed at him, which confused him, He didn't know why Damian was suddenly being hostile but shrugged it off to puberty.

A month later Bruce got his answer, the billionaire was invited to a charity ball, He and of course he brought Selina along, they were mingling with the other attendees, when Bruce caught a tuff of y/hc in the crowd, he was sure he saw Y/n standing in a nearby crowd; back facing him, She wearing this lovely fave/color gown Bruce had gotten for her birthday and assumed she was attending with her cousin, and decided to go see her as neither of you  haven't really talked outside of work for the last couple months, and though Bruce won't admit it he misses Y/n. 

You were attending as a favor to a friend since his wife was called out of town and didn't want to go alone, You however weren't expecting Bruce to be at this charity, you hadn't noticed him up behind you. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned greet whoever it was with a costumer service smile, until you locked eyes with the familiar dark blue eyes of Bruce Wayne, that were soon downcast toward your very oblivious pregnant tummy, all at once your mouth went dry as fear gripped your heart, but before you could say anything your friend Dirk and Selina showed up making situation more awkward for the both of you. 

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