#two men that asked me about curtains and as I was walking away heard one of them call the other 'darling'

[idlyingabout]

I spent some 10 months working in this retail supermarket shop that's close to home and after quitting the only experience that's stayed with me is those rare few times when i would see other queer people just existing in public. Maybe it's because I'm kind of a coward and could never be that openly out, or the environment in this area of the city that I know is very christian and very hostile (the things that i've heard my coworkers saying...) but I came to treasure those rare moments in a very special way. It can feel kinda lonely here, where sometimes it seems like it's just me and the friends I met in artschool and the people in other areas that i see on instagram, weirdly far away from me, and knowing that it'll be decades before we achieve anything meaningful in this country, but seeing someone being so open and brave like that makes me wanna keep going y'know? Maybe someday I'll live in a future where my teacher from artschool didn't have to travel to the USA to get married, and I can go to the beach with my friends and have twin scars on my chest.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Feral nights ~! (Woverine x bottom male reader) ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

WC:. 2.7K

Tags: slight knife play(his claws) hair pulling, spit as lube, little to no prep(ass eating is the prep), cabin sex, slight A/B/O dynamics(Logan has ruts) scenting, marking, nesting, feral Logan, age gap (reader is twenty five and Logan is forty four), younger male reader, ass eating, and aftercare ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

A/N this was just a personal smutty one shot for my depraved self after seeing the Hugh Jackman wolverine movies<33

Just moving to a rundown cabin wasn’t your big dream after college to say the least, and here you were a twenty five year old man unpacking boxes from the back of your car and into the little cabin you had bought. Looking over your shoulder across the lake you see another cabin with a man standing outside. One of the main things that stuck out was his excessive body and facial hair, how his hair cut looked like two wolf ears of you squinted from afar, you heard that the cabin across from you was where the wolverine lived but you didn’t think much of it.

Looking away quickly as you scurry off into your cabin trying to not think nothing of the man while you settle into your cabin, the weeks to follow ever since the first glance of eye contact you can’t deny there is tension and what you’re reading as upset from the brooding man but was actually sexual but it’s not your fault he was a hard men to read.

Later that evening you just finished setting up your room, right as you were about to move onto the next part of the cabin to set up you see through your bedroom window Logan outside in his front yard chopping wood in his signature flannel. You stood paralyzed unable to do anything but watch how the older man’s biceps flex when he swings his axe, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows giving a peak of his arm hair making you wonder about what the rest of his body must look like.

Chewing on your bottom lip until he looks up from what he was doing making your eyes meet. You soon close your curtains and get out of view of the window all embarrassed pushing it aside and moving on to the res of your cabin as you go and start setting up more.In the weeks you’ve been in your new cabin after that incident you’ve only ran into him a handful of times in the only grocery store around the small town or when you wave at him from across the lake only returning with a grunt and a little nod before he goes back to chopping wood.

The day went normal, long day and seeming longer nights in this area. That was until you seen from the bedroom window of the cabin, your Logan walking towards yours, confused how he even made it across the lake you walk towards the front door opening it up all confused wearing a random shirt you had designated to nightwear and a pair or pajama pants with a video game character from a random game you played on them.

“Can I help you sir?…” murmuring out as you look up at Logan “I see the way you’ve been lookin at me bub” he grumbles out nearly heaving all pressed to the door frame of your cabin doorway nearly towering you over.

“What?, I didn’t know I was looking at you any sorta way sir…” You speak out almost like you were teeth to convince yourself that, while you haven’t been admittedly looking at him you couldn’t deny you always thought he was attractive, he’ll he was the face that flashed in your head when you reached your climax and you were ashamed of that fact. “Don’t lie bub, I seen how ya look at me through yer window, eyin me up N’ down like that” he speaks unconvinced with his accent peeking through the words he spoke.

“Just tell me what you’re doing here this late sir?” You don’t bother denying further just giving a sigh as you look up at Logan although you never caught his name, you never really spoke enough to ask it. “Logan, just call me that, I’m not your ‘sir’” Logan huffs as you look down at him noticing a bulge throbbing between his muscular thighs making a sticky spot of pre cum in his sweat pants, despite the cold weather he wore a tank top half opened with a flannel jacket you thought only a lumberjack would wear.

“You never answered my question Logan?” You raise a brow trying to seem firmer than you really were when you spoke. His nostrils flare a little when he sees your neck craning up to him making a audible groan leave his lips not waiting any further “always teasin me with them little f’ckin smiles and waves actin like a slut round me” he grabs you up the door behind him in your apartment slammed shut as you feel his face in your neck with his canines nibbling at your Adam’s apple “I wasn’t teasing you I was being a good neighbor—“ your voice cut off by your hand gripping and pulling at his hair making him let out what you thought were growls?

Pulling you all the way through the cabin with him eager to get you in a bed, him in the middle of rut going nearly insane from the smell of you. When he lays you down in the bed you look up at him confused why he was using all the pillows and blankets to surround you like a bird in its nest. “What are you doing?” You manage to speak out looking up at him when you start pulling your pajama pants down kicking them off past your ankles trying not to focus too much on his hairy pecs when he gets undressed “boxers off face down and ass up bub”

“Fine, fine” you muffle out as you roll over onto your stomach planting your knees in the mattress not even bothering to take off your shirt as you shove your face in the pillows wracking one hand back to pull your boxers down for him, your asscheeks exposed with your hole hidden between them making you shiver a little when you feel a rough hand pressed to your ass cheek pulling them apart showing off your pink bud as it winks at him.

Your cheeks reddening when you feel him leaning down his breath hot agaisnt your sensitive furl “don’t go shy on me now bub” he heaves out a little hurrying his face between your cheeks using his tongue eating you out like a starved man moving his jaw with his hands kneeling your ass cheeks til red making your cock press to your lower abdomen making it leak precum.

“Fuck Logan—“ you groan biting agaisnt your pillow making your eye go wide when you feel a sharp sizzle on your hips feeling his claws poking from his knuckles from how tight he gripped hold of your ass not letting you move as his tongue pushes past your rim licking and lapping your inner walls as his canines pinch at your inner asscheeks. “Mh- tastes so f’ckin good bubs”

Logan keeps pinching your asscheeks like a cat pawing at its bed with his claws barely poking from his knuckles poking your hips making shallow scratches while his tongue fucks your hole giving your inner walls a harsh lick. “Lo-gan keep doing that~” a mewl leaves your lips trying to press your thighs together failing as his head keeps them open.

“Hold still f’me” murmuring as his tongue works against you rim having your cock all hard between the bed and your stomach as you bite into the pillows arching your back and pressing your ass further into his face while your hands tug the corner of the sheets. Your hips loosely dripping blood from where his claws cut you, “can’t take it any more bubs” a rigid grunt escapes Logan as his spit runs down your thighs from the way he sloppily ate your ass.

“Fck’me logan~” you whine laying now almost as desperate as he was easing your ass as much as you can arching your back like a cat not even thinking of the pain your tender hips and asscheeks feel “I plan on it..” his hands move off your ass cheeks after delivering each one a harsh slap gripping your hips as he flips you back over on your back pulling the pillow from your mouth “ain’t you so fck’n hard bubs?”he murmurs pulling his sweatpants off revealing no boxers with his cock hard covered in brown pubic hair leaking precum from his tip as he leans down between your thighs pressing his lips on yours practically eating your face off making you feel his beard scratching at your chin.

Your cocks pressed together between both of your stomachs rubbing as he rocks his hips forward in a humping motion kissing you between grunts holding hold of your hips where his claws broke skin “ready fer me?” He huffs out moving his hand down further to your thigh while he lifts one of them up on his hip before hoisting it up on his shoulder making his cock snake between your cheeks nudging your rim teasingly but never pushing in.

“I’m- ready Logan” you nod hazily batting your lashes up at him nosing a little too eagerly hook your other leg around his hip while he slides his hand down your thigh rubbing your ankle with his other hand placed firm on your hip “fck—yer so tight bubs” a pant leaves his lip when he pushes his cock into you with it resting heavy agaisnt your prostate making you arch your back biting on your lip looking up at him “oh—hm!” A moan escaped your throat as you feel his hairy stomach pressed down on your cock while he lays on top of you bending your body in half using his hands to hoist up your other thigh for a better shot at your prostate.

“Fuuck” a long groan escapes Logan’s mouth as he grunts shoveling his face in the side of your neck using his canines to bite at it holding your ankles tightly as he starts to circle his hips fucking you into the sheets making your hand move from the bedsheets to his hair “m—more Logan” you spoke right in his ear all whiny and high pitched with your bud trying to clench tighter around him harshly as your gummy walls heat like a vice around the mutants dick, his teeth marking your skin showing his rut as he grounds his hips into you harshly “like that bub? Hm? Fck’n tell me how my dick feels” he huffs out all animalistic starting to pick his pace up making you dig your nails into his back with your legs bent over his shoulders bouncing and swaying back and forth with the force of his thrusts.

“Feels good Logan!—oh god~” you gasp beneath him your body bent in half under the older mutants weight with the bed in your cabin creaking filling the room with the sound of skin on skin as your ass cheeks get all rosy from the constant abuse his hips give them. “Tight bub, so fck’n tight” he growls right into your neck making your eyes roll back not minding the feral man on top of you as you use one hand clawing his back and the other in his hair feeling his beard in the crook of your neck while he makes out with it messily snapping his hips stretching you open over and over with his cock head assaulting your prostate surely bruising your sensitive bundle of nerves

He reaches his hand off your thighs moving around between them as he holds them around his hips and pulls up your t shirt just watching your pecs bouncing back and forth with his thrusts before he just shoves his face in them and starts sucking at your right nipple groping your left pec as he rapidly thrusts his hips “Fuck look at those tits bubs, so fuckin pretty~”. Logan heaves out rubbing his now sweaty body to yours like a wolf trying to rub its scent on its mate, You have no time to protest his choice of words feeling your thighs tremble and a loud mewl leave your lips when his cock hits your sweet spot straight on making a coil of heat radiate in your stomach straight to your cock as it pulses.

“I’m cl—ose Logan!” You choke out your eyes glossing up as you hold his hair tighter gripping hold of his back for dear life with your thighs now wrapped fully around his hips holding him deep inside yourself as you stare up at the Celine in your cabin feeling his mouth biting at your nipple his large hand groping at the other “cum, cum for me bubs” a rumble falls from his throat pulling his cock fully put before slamming back into you making his claws come out of his knuckles breaking skin on your left pec making a hot sting break through your body pushing you over your edge.

“Hng~! Haah—“ your hand loosens in his hair and on his back losing your grip going totally limp under him letting your vision blur with your tears and bliss as your cock squirts hot semen on Logan’s stomach with a harsh spasm emptying yourself out as the cock inside your ass keeps moving and violating your insides rearranging your guts. Your thighs quivering around him feeling the Wolverine groaning against your chest leaving it as sore as your clawed up hips.

“Right there with ya bub..” panting on top of you with his full bod weight between your thighs while your inner walls clench and unclench around him over and over in aftershock from your own high as he starts thrusting out of pace collapsing on top of you trembling “ga’dd amm baby” he groans not even bothering to pull out wanting you filled up with every essence of him as he lets the molten liquid paint your prostrate “mh so warm-!” A pout coming from you as you reach your hand back down weakly petting at his head feeling your stomach grow all warm from his cum.

“..thanks Fer that bub..” he murmurs out planting a few soft kisses on your swollen nipples then one on the cut his claw like blades made in your skin. “No problem Logan, although I’ll be expecting a date before you fuck me next time” you hazily speak looking down at his face in your chest watching him before you feel him rusting around in the sheets with the best he made earlier half fallen apart from the sex. “I think I can manage that, now where are the rags we needa get’cha you cleaned up” he cracks a rare grin showing off those pearly canines to you making a slight pout when his cock slides out of you leaving your walls trying to clamp around the air, your rim as red as your cheeks all puffy leaking his seed into your sheets.

“Top drawer to the left Logan…” you muffle out trying to adjust yourself in the now empty bed rolling over on your stomach laying with your arms folded under your chin looking as Logan walks still naked grabbing a rag from the bathroom cabinet as you stare the best you can at his muscular thighs and happy trail. “Stop eye fucking me you litter whore” he grumbles out walking back into the room with the wet towel sitting down on the edge of the bed using the damp wash clothe to wipe off the cum from around your rim as it leaked making you shiver at the feeling, his hands working and wiping off the dried droplets of blood from the cuts on your hips.

“Right sorry” You mumble out as you crawl over to him after he throws the rag to your floor discarding it for the night as he grabs you pulling you closer under his arm not mind his underarm hair while you lean your head down into his hairy chest grabbing one of the blankets from his makeshift nest as you curl up in it snuggling with the older mutant while he presses his chin to the top of your head “think we should do this a’gain bubs” he hums with a gravely voice.

[mytheoristavenue]

BES Mizu x Reader - Tranquility

Summary: One evening, two odd fellows walk into your father's inn, requesting keep.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader believes Mizu is male, comfort, angst, use of he/him and she/ her pronouns for Mizu depending on POV

Humming gently, you busied your hands, bustling about the front room of your father's humble inn, dusting, polishing, sweeping- anything to pass the time. With your back turned, you hardly noticed the pair of men that wandered in, ducking under the curtain entrance.

"Welcome in!" you chirped over your shoulder, hearing footsteps approach the counter. Hurrying over and behind it, you turned to face them with a warm grin. "Good afternoon, sirs. How may I be of service?"

"We need a room," the shorter one said. He was significantly more slender than his companion and wore looser clothing and a wide kasa that obscured his face. "Two beds."

You nodded obediently. "Of course sir, and for how many nights?"

"One." He answered sternly, angling his head even deeper down.

"Alright," you processed his answer, making note of it. "And will you be requiring meals or would you prefer to dine elsewhere?"

"Here is fine," he replied, digging into a pocket to retrieve a sachel of currency. "Two dinners and two breakfasts. How much?" You quickly added up the total for the stay and four meals and told him what the charge was. To your surprise, he dropped even more in front of you. "I like my privacy, other than meal service, make sure no one disturbs me."

"Of course, sir!" you nodded profusely, swiftly making sure their payment was in the right place, before coming out from behind the counter. "Allow me to escort you to your room!"

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Now alone and behind closed doors, the pair of travelers began laying down their luggage, stretching from the relief of no longer having to carry their belongings on their backs. "Ringo," Mizu said suddenly, leaning her sword against a nearby wall as she sat down. "Go out and get us some more provisions, it'll be a while before we get to another village after we leave. Take this," Glancing up at her apprentice, she handed over a list of supplies and the same sachel of gold she'd paid with moments ago. "I'm going to rest while you're out, so try not to disturb me when you get back."

"Yes, master!" The man said seriously, a bit too much so as he saluted her before leaving. The samurai simply rolled her eyes at his unknowingly silly gesture and sighed.

It wasn't long into her quiet time that she was distracted by the softest knock on the wood frame of the door. "Service," your gentle voice called from the other side. Scoffing, Mizu called back, granting you permission to enter.

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You smiled when you heard the gentleman call back 'Enter.', sliding the panel away and lifting a tray from the floor before carrying it into the room. "Your meal tonight will be soba, but it won't be ready for a good while. I thought I'd bring you and your companion some refreshments in the meantime. Complementary, of course."

"Do all your guests get treated to free refreshments before dinner?" he asked, suspiciously, sitting cross-legged at a table in the center of the room.

"Well..." you blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you fell to your knees beside him. "Not exactly. Your meal will come with tea and sake, but I wanted to show my appreciation for..."

"You wanted to earn the extra money I gave you." he deduced. "I gave you that in exchange for leaving me alone so, admittedly, you aren't doing a very good job of earning it so far. I'd prefer you to respect my wishes than to bother me with special treatment."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and rejection. "I-I'm sorry," you sputtered, reclaiming the few things you'd set on the table in preparation to return the tray to the kitchen. "I'll just take this back, didn't mean to offend."

"Wait, you can stay." The mysterious man sighed, bringing his hand up and pressing his palm to the top of his kasa, removing it. Underneath it was silky midnight hair, tied back in a taught bun, with a rogue strand that framed his face. Though, most striking about his appearance, were his glasses. They were round and petite with an onyx frame and amber lenses. Noticing your attention, his eyes darted towards you. "Haven't you ever been told that staring is impolite?"

Shaking your head furiously, cheeks once again aglow, you returned to your current task. "Deepest apologies! I was only observing your glasses, they are-"

You could feel his glare on you intensify even with your gaze away. "They're what?"

"P-Pretty..." you muttered truthfully, instantly regretting using such a feminine adjective to describe something a man wore. "They're a nice color is all..."

The man shifted backward, seemingly surprised by your compliments, and for just a moment, his harsh demeanor faltered a bit. "Well...thank you," he muttered bashfully before clearing his throat and darting back into his shell upon noticing that you were beginning to pour a cup of sake. "Just tea," he corrected sternly. "I don't drink."

You straightened at his comment, pausing for a moment. "Apologies," you nodded, setting the vessel back down on the tray to remind yourself to take it back with you when you leave. "I don't believe I've ever served a man who didn't prefer sake." you mused with a small smile.

"I'm not other men," he answered shortly.

"Yes, you're entirely different..." you sighed with glowing cheeks, pouring his tea. "You're a true and honorable gentleman, I can tell."

For the first time since the pair had come in, the traveler smiled- smirked even. It was a cocky look that sent a shiver down your spine when you glanced up and his found sharp amber eyes staring back. "You're quite forward for a service girl, aren't you?"

Your eyes blew wide at his comment and your cheeks caught fire which spread even to the tips of your ears. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to speak so freely!" Somehow in your anxious haste, you'd lost your grasp on the tea kettle in your hand, and you quickly lunged forward to catch it, luckily saving it before it could spill- or worse, shatter.

Unfortunately, your cheer for victory was incredibly short-lived by the hiss of your guest, who had begun tugging his clothes away from his body. Stream rose from his torso and you went pale. It seemed that, in your rush to catch the kettle, you'd reached over the table and knocked the freshly poured cup of hot tea into the poor man's stomach.

Without a second thought, you immediately crawled over, pulling a handkerchief from the chest of your kosode and began dabbing at his chest and stomach, profusely apologizing all while. You could feel him tense beneath your touch, rigid an no longer wriggling form the discomfort of the steaming liquid coating his skin. To his horror, in your haste, you began to tug at his sleeves, pulling them off his shoulders slightly.

"I'm so very sorry, sir!" you cried, beginning to disrobe him. "I'm so clumsy! I swear I'll make this right, let me just-" you continued, untying his belt, his protests completely lost on you in your panicked state. "I'll take your clothes and launder them, free of charge! A-And I'll get you a full refund on your stay!"

"N-no, please," the man began to tremble, breath caught in his throat as you inched him closer and closer to nudity. "It's fine, all's forgiven, there's no need to-" His hands felt heavy as he tied to pry you away, and by the time he'd gathered the ability to calm himself, you'd already stopped. You were entirely frozen as the fabric of his shirt felt from your hand.

"I-I..." you sputtered, unsure of what to say, or even if to speak at all. You'd rather just stay frozen.

"I-I appreciate the offer to launder my clothes, but please," the traveler gave an exacerbated sigh, "Let me undress myself."

You slowly nodded, never breaking eye contact as he gripped his garment closed and gingerly traced the hem of it and where it fell on his chest. Suddenly, out of his peripheral, he watched you lift something off the floor, setting the object in his lap. Then he realized, you weren't looking at his body. Glancing down, he noticed his glasses, folded neatly and resting in the creased crotch of his baggy pants.

"Get out." he snapped, finally putting himself into gear. "I will leave my clothes outside my door for you to wash. Have them back to me as soon as possible. And yes, you will be refunding my stay." he seethed as you instantly jumped up and hurried out of the room.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mizu stressed, pacing the room, and tugging at her hair. Her instincts were screaming at her to run, but her clothes were ruined, she'd at least have to wash them in some creek somewhere. But then, what about Ringo? She could leave him, but knowing him, he'd find her and lecture her about the importance of facing your problems instead of running from them. She'd forced you out before she'd had a chance to read your reaction, but then again, she'd never experienced a good one. You were probably on your way to tell someone- or worse, inform authorities on her whereabouts.

Even worse, she could her her chest bindings beginning to soak with tea, creating a terrible moist feeling between her breasts. She'd have to change the bandages, lest her skin begin to chafe. With every odd stacked against her leaving, she decided to stay. You only knew of her eye color, after all. At least you hadn't figured out all of her secrets.

All she had to do was keep her body hidden and charm you into not telling about her eyes, she could do this. You were tripping all over yourself over one snarky comment, surly she could convince you to keep quiet, right?

I hope you guys enjoyed this, there will be a part two coming (hopefully) soon, which I will link in this post when it is finished! Please like, comment, and reblog if you like this, it really helps encourage me to continue, and with this being a fandom for me to write for, it helps a lot to know what y'all interact with most!

[mindmelter]

Serving The Alien And Its Puppets — Part 1

I was kneeling between my older stepbrother's legs, looking up at him as he smoked. My plan didn't work out as expected.

He looked as intimidating as ever, but this time it wasn't my obnoxious older stepbrother behind those hating eyes. Instead, a small alien slime had taken over, consumed his brain, and replaced it with its gooey form.

My stepbrother had always been a homophobic asshole, and for that, I despised him deeply. Yet, in a twist of cruel irony, he was also one of the most hottest men I had ever known. I loved watching him from the window of my room, working out in the backyard until his body was glistening with sweat. I knew it wasn't safe to spy on him like that.

But I wasn’t safe with the alien slime either. Fear gnawed at me as I realized I might suffer the same fate as my dumb stepbrother. Yes, I might have helped the purple gooey creature enter his body, I did it believing it would be grateful and let me have fun with his body. But now, I feared my plan had turned against me.

My stepbrother was way bigger and stronger than me, so when he ordered me to kneel, I just obeyed. He looked down at me, thinking about what he should do to me.

"I should take you over too, It's too risky to let a human know about my existence," He took a puff and blew out the smoke. "but you helped me get inside this human after all."

"I-I promise I won't tell anyone about you, I just wanted to have my way with him, that's all!"

"You helped an alien slime replace your stepbrother's brain just so you could have a taste of him, gay boy?" He asked, lowering his underwear and freeing my stepbrother's thick flaccid shaft.

I eagerly nodded, there was nothing I wanted more than to taste my stepbrother's cock. He playfully slapped the heavy shaft on my face as he had an evil grin on his face, a grin that I was very familiar with. "I guess having a human with an intact brain as a slave could be fun." He grunted as he smacked it hard on my cheeks, but when I tried to lick it, he pushed it away.

"Nah-uh you have to earn it first, gay boy. The takeover left this shell quite sweaty, so if you lick the sweat off him, I might let you suck him." He promised.

Still on my knees, I started to lick the sweat off his abs and pecs, his big muscular pecs felt soft against my tongue. I sucked on his nipples as his right arm rested on top of the couch and he smoked with the other. "I will give you two options, gay boy. You can either be my obedient slave and help me spread my control over your kind, or you can become like your stepbrother, an empty husk of a man with a head full of alien slime."

I nodded and smiled at him, "I will gladly serve as your human slave."

"Great." He grunted, and then he coughed a small purple slime on his hand, just like the one I helped get inside him, but smaller.

"Take it and prove your loyalty to me, your stepdad is in the shower."

My stepdad was a strikingly muscular man with a sexy hairy body. He was kind to me, but he never intervened when his son bullied me. Part of me thinks he deserves this, but it's not like I have a choice—it's either this or have my brain devoured.

I grabbed the purple goo and headed towards the bathroom door. I could still hear the shower running, I slowly opened the door and walked inside the bathroom, the curtains were closed so my stepdad didn't see me entering. When I was close enough, I threw the purple slime over the curtain.

"What the-" I heard my stepdad say, but his voice was soon cut off and he started to grunt. I couldn't see what was going on behind the curtain, but it looked like my dad was fighting it. Suddenly everything went quiet. The shower turned off and the curtain was pushed open, revealing my stepdad wearing a towel.

"D-dad?" I asked, my eyes on his muscular hairy body, he looked so hot.

"Not your dad anymore, call me Master Daddy from now on, my human slave!"

He suddenly dropped the towel and I gasped when I saw how big he was. I had never seen him naked before.

"Kneel and show me some respect, slave." He grunted. I dropped to my knees and took his entire shaft into my mouth, he fucked my face as I caressed his meaty hairy pecs. He then pulled me up by my hair and forced his big tongue deep inside my mouth, it felt so good, I loved how strong his tongue felt. While we kissed I groped his pecs and pinched his nipples, he let out a deep sexy moan while still making out, so it looked like my stepdad had sensitive nipples, I thought.

We walked back to the living room to my possessed stepbrother, now Master. "Good job, my human slave. You have proven yourself worthy of my trust."

That day my stepdad fucked me while I sucked my stepbrother. I was their slave now, and the alien made sure that I would get busy with his puppets.

The alien thrived on consuming brains daily, so it never ceased creating new empty puppets. Every day, he would send me outside with a small copy of his body so I could find a man for him to feed. That was my job as his slave, to help him feed and spread his control over humanity, and I couldn't ask for a better job.

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Mr. Rossi was my hot Italian Daddy neighbor. I had been fantasizing about him for years, ever since we moved into this quiet neighborhood. He was the perfect example of a hot, protective, and loving dad figure, I grew up seeing how caring he was to his two sons, his sons lived on their own now. So when my Alien Master sent me to find him food, I knew Mr. Rossi would be perfect.

I knocked on his door and waited, I had in my hand a small part of the alien. It wasn’t the creature’s main form, just a copy of it that was connected to the original alien inhabiting my older brother, once the copy consumed Mr. Rossi’s brain, the main alien would also feel satiated, like a hive mind. The alien hadn’t explained the exact mechanics to me, so that was all I knew.

Mr. Rossi opened the door and gave me a warm smile. "Hey Eric, Is everything ok?" He kindly asked. I didn't respond, and just threw the slime on his face.

I was soon inside his house, staring at the hot hairy Italian Dilf in front of me. The alien slime had already replaced his brain.

"Come here, my human slave," he purred. His voice was still Mr. Rossi's, but it was deeper and more commanding. I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine as I walked to him and we started to make out, I then buried my face between his big pecs while I cupped and squeezed them, Mr. Rossi just stood there, letting me have my way with his pecs.

I always fantasized about Mr. Rossi and his pecs, and now I finally had them for myself, thanks to my alien Master.

Mr. Rossi then reached out and gently stroked my cheek, his rough hands leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?" he whispered, pushing his finger inside my mouth and leaning in close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear. "You've wanted Daddy Rossi to take care of you, to make you feel safe and loved because your stepdad was a piece of shit who let your stepbrother bully you." He then playfully slapped my face. "Too bad that's not gonna happen. I'm gonna destroy your hole with this puppet's cock! I'm going to teach you a lesson for being so naughty." He lifted me into his strong arms and walked to his room.

He then threw me on his bed and pulled down his shorts. "Get on all fours, now." He commanded.

I didn't hesitate, obeying his command as if I'd been waiting for it my entire life. I got down on the bed on all fours, presenting my ass to him. The hairs on Mr. Rossi's chest tickled my back as I felt his hot breath against my ear. "You're so fucking tight," he growled, his big manly hands taking hold of my waist before he finally thrust his huge cock inside.

He began to fuck me hard and fast, driving his length deep into my body with each stroke. I arched my back, moaning in ecstasy as the alien inside him made the nice neighborhood dad act like a gay depraved dom.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, feeling his thick cock stretch me impossibly wide. "Fuck me. Own me. Make me yours."

When I felt Mr. Rossi's load fill my ass, we lay there, panting heavily, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. The slime had given me everything I ever wanted. I looked at a portrait picture on the side of the bed, in the old pic, Mr. Rossi was fishing with two sons.

"Why don't you call your sons to come over? Say It's an urgency." I suggested.

Later that day, while I was on my knees sucking Mr. Rossi's cock, we heard a knock on the door. Mr. Rossi smirked at me and coughed two purple slimes on his hands. "Go open the door," He ordered.

When I opened the door, I saw two hot men, they both looked just as hot as their dad. I couldn't wait to have them as the Alien's puppets.

"Who are you? Where is our dad?" One of them asked, pushing me out of the way.

"Dad? We're here, are you ok?" The other asked.

Mr. Rossi grinned at his sons as he was standing naked with purple slime on each of his hands. I closed the door...

Later that day I was in Mr. Rossi's room, looking at the two hot Italian brothers in only their underwear.

"What are you waiting for?" they both said in unison, it would be creepy if they weren't so freaking hot.

I dropped to my knees and started taking turns between the two huge Italian cocks. After a while, I was being spit-roasted by the two hung brothers. Mr. Rossi walked inside the room while I was still being filled on both ends, his huge shaft swinging with each step.

"You did good today, gay boy. Your Master is very satiated, you got him three meals." Mr. Rossi and his two sons said in unison. "He will allow you to pick one puppet to dominate."

I was surprised, I already helped the Alien Master convert a lot of men, but this would be the first time he would let me top one of his puppets.

I stood up and looked at the three puppets for a while, "I want Mr. Rossi," I said.

Mr. Rossi lay on the bed with his legs up, his huge hairy ass on full display, I kneeled behind him and playfully slapped it, watching it jingle. I then grabbed each cheek and shoved my shaft inside in one thrust, fucking him roughly as I buried my face between his pecs.

"Why don't you two feed your cocks to our Daddy slut?" I asked the brothers. They obeyed and kneeled on each side of Mr. Rossi, who started to take turns sucking them both. As I fucked Mr. Rossi, I watched his big pecs bounce with each hard thrust, then I got an idea.

"Boys, Daddy's tits are begging for a sucking, don't you think?" I suggested, with a wicked smile on my face.

They both lay next to their dad and started sucking on each nipple. It was such a hot sight, seeing two grown men with wives and kids sucking on their dad's tits.

That afternoon, me and the two brothers took turns on Mr. Rossi's ass, I came so much that I passed out. By the alien Master's orders, Mr. Rossi took me in his strong arms and brought me home.

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After the Rossi family became puppets for the alien Master, I suggested the alien to go for my boss, Mr. Wahid.

Mr. Wahid was a rich, muscular, Arabic hunk who had always captured my heart, he was rude and intimidating, and treated the staff like his slaves, but the few moments I had near him, would always had me staring at his muscles and having gay fantasies about him.

The next day while I was at work, Mr. Wahid called me to his office. He was busy on the phone and without even looking at me, he ordered me to get him a coffee. It was as if I was nothing to him.

It was the perfect opportunity for my plan. I had brought a small fragment of the slime to work. So I went to make his coffee, but before entering his office, I slipped the slime into the cup. As I walked in, Mr. Wahid didn't even glance up or thank me; he just grabbed the coffee and continued talking on the phone, completely ignoring my presence. All it took was a sip, and his phone dropped to the floor as his eyes rolled back and his muscles tensed. I had a hard on as I closed the door with me inside, a few seconds later he glanced at me with an Intimidating look.

"Come get my phone off the floor, slave!" I grabbed his phone and gave it to him, he then ordered me to get on my knees under the table and suck him off. I smirked as I undid his pants and fished out his thick member. Soon I was slobbering on my boss's shaft, he was so huge and thick that barely fitted my mouth, and he also had a strong smell as if he hadn't washed his junk for the entire day.

He smacked his heavy shaft on my tongue as he continued talking on the phone in Arabic, I ran my tongue on his heavy hanging balls and soon he was coating my face with his Arabic milk.

Mr. Wahid would be just the first one in the company to become an alien puppet, I had a lot of subjects in mind. Mr. Wahid ended the call and looked down at me—my face still buried in his musky balls while cum covered my face.

"We are closing a deal with an Arab prince. He's about to arrive for the meeting and I want you to welcome him. Now take your dirty mouth off my balls and go do your fucking job!"

Honestly, the alien possessed Mr. Wahid wasn't much different from the old one. A few hours later I was waiting in the parking lot for the Arab prince to arrive. I saw an expensive car park in front of me, when the door opened, my heart started racing. Inside the car was the hottest Middle Eastern man I'd ever seen.

Fortunately for me, but not so much for him, I had an extra slime in my pocket.

[callsign-fox]

Wingman - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader

Been sitting in the drafts/Lightly edited

Written with @fanficgirl429 <3

18+ Only // Enjoy xo

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When you sign on to be a pilot for the Navy as a female, you know you’ll have to put up with egotistical men on a daily basis, however, it’s not until you have to work with them that you realize how incredibly self centered they actually are. 

The canopy to my jet raised and I quickly climbed down the ladder. My wingman, Rooster, landed right behind me and he was currently maneuvering his jet into the assigned spot beside mine. Rooster was not my first choice for a wingman, he wasn’t my second or third either. It was near impossible to work with him and I was sure our superiors were getting ready to ship one of us off to Guam just to separate us from one another. Fortunately for them, we were two of the best the Navy had to offer and so for that reason alone, we were stuck together. 

I glanced up from my current conversation with my flight crew just as Rooster walked by, his head down and stupid aviator sunglasses shielding his eyes. I rolled my eyes as he continued by not saying a word. Of course he wouldn't say anything, he was the reason we failed the exercise.

“That was a disaster,” I mumbled to myself.

I turned behind me just as my friend Phoenix walked by. “What was going on up there?” she asked, watching    

Bradley as he disappeared into the locker room. 

“I don’t know. Why don’t you go ask Bradley and report it back to me?” 

Phoenix shook her head. “No thanks. I’m slightly terrified of him when he’s angry.” 

I rolled my eyes. “Well, he’s an asshole.”

Phoenix glanced back at the locker room before looking over at me. She lowered her voice as she said, “I have to tell you something about Bradley and it’s probably going to make you mad.” 

“Well if it has to do with Bradley, of course it’s going to make me mad.”

Phoenix sighed and began, “Well, I was at the Hard Deck the other night and ran into Anders. Apparently there is a rumor going around about you back in the Academy.” 

My eyes narrowed in on her and I clenched my fist, “About what?”

“Now don't shoot the messenger, you can be scary sometimes too.” 

“Phoenix!” I yelled, losing my patience. 

“Apparently Bradley started a rumor that the only reason you got into Top Gun was because you…” Phoenix trailed off. 

My heart began to race and I felt my cheeks grow hot. “Because I what?” 

“Because you gave Admiral Rhodes a blow job.” 

“What?” I shrieked and quickly began to walk towards the locker room. 

When I reached the door to the men's locker room, I pulled it open and immediately locked eyes with Hangman. A towel hung off his hips, showing off his incredible abs. I tore my eyes away, feeling a blush creep up my neck. 

“Where is he?” I asked. 

Without hesitating, Hangman pointed towards the back, where I assumed the showers were. There was only one shower being used and I walked over and pushed the white curtain aside. 

“Hey!” a very familiar voice shouted. “What the fuck?” 

I took a step back, not wanting to get wet. Bradley reached out and grabbed his white towel from the hook and wrapped it around his waist. I couldn’t help but notice how well built he was. His six pack abs were on full display and I hated how much I wanted to run my fingers along them. 

“What do you want Y/N?” 

My eyes snapped away from his body and I stared into his brown eyes. “I heard a rumor about me. One that you might happen to know about.” 

Bradley narrowed his eyes and nodded. “Yea, I might happen to know what you’re referring to.” 

“Are you insane? What did I do to you besides tolerate you every damn day for the last four years!”

Bradley shrugged. “I’ve been a delight! You have done nothing but drive me insane.”

“You didn't know, the only reason I’m here is to drive you crazy!”

Bradley laughed. “Nope. The only reason you’re here is because you gave Admiral Rhodes a blow job.” 

My jaw dropped and I couldn't help but growl at him. “That never happened! I hate you so much.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, the feeling is mutual.” 

I took a step forward and shoved him hard causing him to stumble back into the shower, but before I could react his hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me under the hot stream of water. To my amusement my hands were pressed against his chest, and before I could register what I was doing my nails ran down his toned abs to the top of his towel. The moment was over when I pulled my hands away and brushed them through my now wet hair. 

“Do you have any idea how attractive you are when you’re mad at me?” he said, his voice low. 

His words caught me off guard. “Wait, what?”

The hot water was still running over my body and I was becoming increasingly aware of just how see through my white t-shirt was when I noticed Bradley’s eyes looking down at my chest. 

“I know I shouldn't be this turned on right now, but I am.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed a piece of wet hair behind my ear. “You’re such a prick.”

Bradley ran his tongue along his lower lip and smiled. A moment later his lips came crashing into mine. The urge to push him off of me came and went as my hands snaked around his neck and I began twirling my fingers through his hair. 

His lips moved quickly as he placed his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. My body was pressed against his and I could feel his erection against my stomach. My core slightly throbbed, begging to be touched by him. 

Bradley’s fingers toyed with the bottom of my wet t-shirt before he slipped them under and pulled the shirt over my head, barely breaking the kiss. My shirt dropped to the floor and I quickly pushed it away with my foot. By now the rest of the guys would have left, but I pulled the shower curtain shut just in case. 

His lips brushed softly against my neck before pressing against my ear and whispered, “Does that mean you want me to keep going?” 

My fingers toyed with the top of Bradley’s towel as I gave him a slight nod. His hands gripped my waist and he swiftly spun us around so that my back was pressed against the wall. Bradley hurriedly unbuttoned my wet jean shorts and pushed them down my waist before dropping them to the floor. He quickly turned off the water as it began to get cold, but not before our lips were once again intertwined. In the mess of clothes coming off, I hadn’t even noticed his towel dropped to the floor, proving to me that the rumors about how endowed Bradley Bradshaw was, were indeed true. 

“Well, well. I guess I won’t ever be able to spread anymore rumors about how small Rooster is.” 

He pulled back, slightly offended. “Wait, what have you been telling people?” 

I let out a small laugh. “What’s done is done, YOU told people I gave an admiral a blow job.” 

“And if you’re any good at it, I'll be sure to pass that on and your spot in Top Gun will have been well deserved.” 

I gave him a small smack on his arm before reaching over and placing my hand against his chest. My eyes locked with his as I slowly began to run my fingers down his chest and towards his stomach. My polished nails left faint red lines on his skin and Bradley looked all too amused as he watched me drop down to my knees. 

Bradley sucked in his breath as my hand wrapped around him. I slowly moved my hand along his length, which by Bradley’s reaction of pressing his hand to the wall to steady himself, was a good move. I gently grazed my tongue over his tip and his free hand instinctively moved to my long brown hair, giving it a slight tug. I smiled as his hips jerked forward, pushing his length further into my mouth. I didn’t miss a beat as I continued with my lips wrapped around him, causing him to let out a deep moan and pull tighter on my hair.

“Y/N,” Bradley breathed, “you need to stop…now.”

I let out a small chuckle before standing up and Bradley immediately pulled me against him. He placed his lips against mine, kissing me quickly. One hand wrapped around my waist, while the other moved up my stomach and towards my chest. His fingers played with my nipple, causing it to stand erect. With each touch, my core throbbed from being ignored by him. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to ease the tension but Bradley noticed. His hand moved from my chest, along my stomach, and towards my core. 

His calloused fingers ran along my center, coming to a stop at my sensitive spot. Two fingers rubbed against it and I let out a moan. Bradley’s lips continued to move against mine and he slipped two fingers inside me. He moved them against me and I could feel my high quickly approaching with each movement. 

“I’m close,” I told him. 

His fingers continued to move and it didn’t take long before my walls were clenching around him. My legs became weak and Bradley placed his hands on my hips, helping me steady myself. It had been a while since I had an orgasm that intense. 

Once I was able to stand on my own, I reached down and placed my hand on his erection. He took a step closer to me. 

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” he asked. 

“If you ask me one more time, I’m going to walk out of here,” I told him. 

“You’re making it really hard to hate you right now,” Bradley said, while placing a hand on the back of my thigh. 

My leg wrapped around his waist, and without hesitation Bradley pushed his length inside of me, my walls stretching around him. A gasp escaped my lips and Bradley smiled.

“You’re so tight.” 

He gave me a moment to get used to the size before he began to move his hips against mine. 

Each thrust pushed me closer to my second climax of the day. I let out a loud gasp as his length hit the perfect spot. 

Bradley smirked as I continued to melt against his touch. 

“I’m so close,” I whispered. 

He reached down and pressed two fingers against my sensitive spot, rubbing it casually. 

Within moments my walls clenched around him and my legs became weak. The humidity from the shower made our bodies sticky and sweaty, which only helped my arousal. Bradley continued thrusting and seconds later he released inside of me, a moan escaping his lips. 

The two of us stood there for a moment, catching our breaths. Bradley stared at me and I smiled shyly, fully realizing that we were both completely naked. I reached for the towel he had hung on the side of the shower and wrapped it around my waist. 

“That was mine.” 

I stepped out of the shower, reaching down and picking up my soaked t-shirt and shorts that had lazily been pushed aside. “These are the only clothes I have with me. How am I supposed to get home?” 

He walked over to his duffle bag that was sitting on the bathroom bench and pulled out a gray t-shirt. “Here you go. I can get it back from you tomorrow, after training.”

“That would imply I am inviting you over to get it, and I haven’t.” 

“Oh,” Bradley said with a wink. “You will invite me over.” And once again there was that attitude I knew and hated.

[lefaystrent]

Friendly Neighborhood Criminals

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: platonic Patton/Dark Sides

Summary: Sweet, adorable, mild-tempered Patton who's just beginning to come out of his shell and learn that the world maybe does not in fact hate him for being born... has now been taken under the wings of some well-meaning criminals.

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Patton can't quite figure out how he ended up here.

Well, he knows he's in his apartment. He had saved up for months just to afford the deposit. And the landlord had been so sweet to take a chance on him with his credit, or lack thereof. Now he has a space of his own, a one bedroom with hardwood floors he can slip and slide on socked feet. He can go to the fridge when he wants and not be yelled at for eating the food or drinking the water.

And sometimes! Sometimes a black and white kitty cat roams the front steps. Patton's fairly certain it belongs to one of the neighbors, and she wears a collar. He's not supposed to pet cats because of his allergies, but he likes to let her rub her sides against his pants leg while he talks to her. It's nice because she doesn't tell him to shut up or tell him he's stupid or call him ungrateful.

This apartment is his new chance at life. A slice of freedom. And he's proud of it.

But then one night, three men break into his apartment. They probably think he isn't there because there is no vehicle parked in his one assigned spot. Owning a car seems light-years away in terms of money. It's not like he really needs one either! He has a bus pass and two legs to walk on!

Regardless, the three men break into his apartment, picking the locked front door, and they come in uninvited to see his apartment that he is very proud of.

His apartment that has no furniture.

"What the fuck?" Patton hears one of them say. As soon as he heard them picking the lock, he panicked and cowered behind the bedroom door. He huddles now on the other side, peeking out the crack and scared that closing it will make too much noise.

"Is this one empty?" another asks. They walk into the center of the small living area. It's an open space that melds into the kitchen, separated only by a short island counter.

"No, I've seen a guy coming in and out. Someone's been living here."

"Maybe they just moved out?"

"No, I just saw him earlier today. There haven't been any moving vans."

"Uh, bedroom then?"

"Oh God," Patton shudders in fright. He knows he's not supposed to think the worst in people, but these guys came in without permission with clearly bad intentions. What if they are looking for him? What if they want to hurt him? Or kidnap him? They had obviously been watching him for some time.

"Maybe. Let's check it out."

Terror slams into him. He throws himself away from the door and spins in the middle of the bedroom, searching for any place to hide. But there isn't one. There are no curtains, no bed to crawl under. There is a blanket on the floor with a pillow. He's been saving up for an air mattress as his next goal. He's been looking forward to sleeping on something somewhat soft.

The tiny closet has no room to hold him, and the window jams up nine times out of ten. They'll hear him if he attempts pushing the pane up and–

The door creaks as it sways open. Three men stare at a scattered-brain mess.

"Oh shit, he's here!"

"I thought you said he left!"

"I thought he did!"

Patton can't take it anymore. He throws up his hands and screams, "Please don't kill me! I can give you my wallet. There's not much in there, I'm sorry. Just please don't kill me!"

"Dude, is that where you sleep?" one of them gestures to the blanket pile on the floor.

Sniffling back tears, Patton responds, "Do you want my blankets? You can have them."

"Do you seriously live here, or are you squatting?" another says. He's wearing a hat. It's a very nice hat and Patton would tell him so if he wasn't about to pee his pants.

"I live here....it's my apartment."

"There's no shame if you're squatting. We won't tell anyone. Do what you gotta do."

A hysterical giggle tumbles out his lips. Patton shakes his head hard enough to give himself whiplash. "No, it's my place, I pay for it, I swear."

"You mean you live like this?" This one wears a dark hooded jacket, hood up.

"Y-yeah?" Patton stammers. He can't understand why they're so hung up on where he lives.

"This is..." the third one strokes his mustache, "Yeah, I can't even make fun of this. This is just sad."

"Do you have food in your fridge?" the hat guy demands. "Please tell me you at least have food in your fridge."

"Uh....uh... yes? Are you hungry?"

In answer, the hat guy strides with angry purpose into the kitchen. Patton can't see him from this angle anymore, but he hears the fridge open.

"There's literally only spaghetti in here!"

"It's...it's cheap to make." Patton doesn't know why he's explaining himself. Had he known that three men were going to break into his apartment, should he have prepared better meals for them?

"Can I have some?" the guy with the mustache asks, only to be cuffed by the hoodie guy.

"Dude, not the issue here."

"Why is there only pasta?!! Why don't you have any tables or TVs or a fucking bed?!!!"

The hat guy had gone past the boiling point. He hollers and slams cabinet doors like no tomorrow. Patton flinches and remembers too vividly of the atmosphere before the apartment. Before he was safe.

"I'm sorry," Patton defaults to how he's supposed to respond. He has been bad and he has to make amends. The tears overflow now and he can't get his shaking hands to wipe the wet streaks away. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh shit, he's breaking. Virge, do something?"

"What the hell am I supposed to do?! I am not mentally equipped for this!"

"Janny!!"

The hat guy comes whirling back with all the fury of a storm. His shoulders heave. A gloved finger points straight at Patton.

"You!" he roars. Well, it's more like a hiss, but it sounds like a roar to Patton's sensitive ears.

"I'm sorry!"

"You have nothing to apologize for! Obviously, society has let you down. This is unforgivable. Deplorable! You deserve better than this."

"I do?" Patton questions, glasses askew and eyes wide.

"Yes. Come boys, we're leaving."

"Wait, why? Where?" Virge exclaims, waving his hands back and forth at everything and nothing at all. "What are we doing? This isn't the plan."

"New plan! Operation Do-It-Ourselves commences now."

And that is how Patton finds himself standing outside his apartment the next morning watching the three theives from last night moving furniture into his apartment.

He doesn't question if the furniture is stolen. He doesn't ask why they're going through so much trouble. He doesn't ever call the police.

He watches them bicker as they wedge a sofa through the door. He mumbles an answer when they politely ask him which wall he wants it pushed against. He eats the breakfast sandwiches that they brought him, and he feels like he's having an out of body experience.

Janus, the hat guy, directs the other two with confident authority. Virgil, the hoodie-clad one, fills up the fridge with groceries. Remus, the man with the mustache, shoves a mattress into the bedroom.

"What's happening?" Patton mutters to himself later. He thinks he's being quiet enough, but Remus hears him and throws an arm over his shoulder.

"Janus has adopted you. This is how it starts. It's best to just go with it."

Sweet, adorable, mild-tempered Patton who's just beginning to come out of his shell and learn that the world maybe does not in fact hate him for being born... has now been taken under the wings of some well-meaning criminals.

[vanillawurld]

༊*·˚Water To Wine

✧.* Pair - Johnny Cage x Fem! Stripper! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - Reader is a stripper, strip club, swearing, nudity, erotic dancing, feeling, touching, and BONER ALERT.

✧.* Extra - I'm sorry that this is a headcanon but I can't think of a good plot to make it into a oneshot (Unless you guys wanna help me) p.s water to wine by kali uchis is so good

✧.* Word Count - 665

: ̗̀➛ As a Hollywood actor, of course, Johnny has been to some strip clubs with his friends. He enjoys listening to the music, watching the girls dance on the pole with practically nothing on, and making the girls happy by throwing wads of cash at them. After Johnny had heard that there was a new girl already making a reputation for herself in a famous strip club, he had to check it out himself.

: ̗̀➛ She was called "Elektra." After Johnny saw her dancing on that pole with her tight outfit on that showed her body one time, he understood what the hype was about and had to get more of her.

: ̗̀➛ It started off with little things; going to the club just to see her, throwing money at only her, and showing his support by yelling out phrases. Then it started getting bigger; asking for private dances and trying to get her attention. Every time he would ask for a private dance, she was either already giving someone a dance or ready to leave. That was until she was finally free to give Johnny a dance.

: ̗̀➛ Johnny felt like he had been waiting for this his whole life even though he's been watching her for almost 2 weeks. When she pushed him down on the chair and started dancing, he felt a huge wave of euphoria rushing over him. He immediately felt his pants getting tighter and tighter. He was hard for her.

: ̗̀➛ Johnny wanted to touch her and feel her. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to do anything and everything to her if it meant giving her pleasure. He had a big smile on his face. He watched through his sunglasses as how she was grinding and dancing on him.

: ̗̀➛ Knowing that the person she was dancing on had a name and a reputation excited Y/N. She wanted to give him a good, almost flawless effort in dancing. She wanted to show him why she's the best.

: ̗̀➛ The two didn't talk. The room was mainly filled with the music playing outside and the men and women cheering for the ladies dancing on the poles until Johnny decided to break the silence between them:

"If you ask me, I'd say you're giving it your all just for me." And there was the cockiness Y/N would hear people say about Johnny cage. She only rolled her eyes and turned to face him. She studied his features and started gushing in her head over the fact of how handsome he is.

"Do you want to make things more interesting?" Y/N asked. Johnny instantly nodded making Y/N close the curtain fully so the security doesn't peak in. She turned to Johnny and took her top off, exposing her tits to him, making him move in his chair. She got on top of him, grabbed his hands, and placed them right on her chest. At this point, Johnny already felt his pre-cum wetting through his underwear.

"Why are you so speechless, Johnny Cage?" She asked him with a smirk on her face. He started moving his hands to her waist and started rubbing them while a smirk on his face started to form. He looked her in her eyes and told her, "Start dancing, sweetheart." To which Y/N immediately started doing it without a second thought.

After a few minutes of dancing and touching, Johnny was impatient and was about to talk until he heard someone outside say 'Times up!' Y/N immediately put her top on and was about to leave when she felt Johnny grab her wrist. She turned to look at him with a confused look on her face and watched as Johnny struggled to say something. "Can I... get your name?" was all he said. Johnny watched as Y/N just giggled and softly placed her hand on his cheek before walking away, leaving him mildly disappointed.

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

IM NOT DEAD but hai :3

also this was lowk bad but IDGAF

[parkerslatte]

Songbird || SEVEN

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.5k

Part Summary: After the night Y/N and Eddie spent together, they talk through it.

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TRACK SEVEN;

KILLER QUEEN

Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtain directly onto Y/N’s face. Blinking awake, Y/N looked around confused about her surroundings. Looking down she noticed that her body was covered in nothing but a sheet. Y/N looked to her left and saw a figure laying there, facing away from her. 

Y/N groaned, “Eddie, Eddie wake up.”

Eddie mumbled something that Y/N didn’t understand.

“Wake up.” Y/N says, nudging him.

Opening his eyes, Eddie sighed at the light. He turned his head to face Y/N. The two looked at each other, not knowing what to say. 

“So,” Y/N says, breaking the awkward silence, “That happened.”

“Yes it did.” Eddie says. 

The two fell into silence once again. Y/N didn’t know what to think, she had slept with one of her closest friends. Turning to lay on her back, Y/N faced the ceiling. 

“Just so we’re both on the same page, that was a one time thing right?” Y/N questioned, turning her head to look at Eddie.

Eddie let out a sigh of relief, “Yeah, we’re on the same page.”

“Good,” Y/N said, “Because I was worried that this would make things really awkward.” 

Eddie laughs, “No, what will make things awkward is if everyone else knows, I can only imagine what they’d say.”

“It would be relentless teasing,” Y/N says, “Especially from Warren.”

“Especially from Warren.” Eddie repeats with a chuckle. 

“You know you said that you would never lie to me again?” Y/N says, “Can you promise me something?”

“Why?” Eddie says, suddenly defensive.

Y/N laughed, “Just answer the question.”

“Depends what the promise is.” Eddie says. 

Y/N smirked, “Promise not to fall in love with me, I’ve already got men lining up, I don’t need another.”

“You flatter yourself too much,” Eddie says, “There’s no chance of me falling in love with you, it’ll fuel your ego too much. I can promise you that.”

“Ego? You want to talk to me about ego?” Y/N says with a laugh. 

Eddie didn’t reply, he only laughed along with Y/N. The two layed there a moment longer before Y/N turned to Eddie, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

“What was that for?” Eddie asks, a smile spreading across his face.

“For still being friends after this and that there’s no awkwardness between us,” Y/N says, “Now, we should be getting back to the house, the others are probably wondering how our nights went.”

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As Y/N and Eddie entered the house, Graham, Karen and Warren sat around the kitchen table eating breakfast. When Y/N entered the room, she tried her best to sneak past everyone, but she failed miserably. 

“Guess who had a good night last night.” Warren teased. 

Y/N stopped in her tracks, turning to face the three sitting at the table. Rolling her eyes, Y/N completely abandoned trying to sneak past, joining the three at the table. Walking in not too far behind her was Eddie, everyone’s attention turned to him.

“And where did you wander off last night?” Warren asked Eddie, who sat in a chair opposite Y/N. 

Eddie’s eyes widened slightly, his brain not thinking of an excuse quick enough.

“It was funny, after I exited the room I was in, I bumped into Eddie leaving, he definitely had a good night, his hair was sticking up everywhere and he had this stupid smile on his face.” Y/N teased.

Eddie looked at her from across the table, the corner of his lips, threatening to rise up. 

“And how was your night?” Graham said, joining in the teasing, “Because the last I heard, Y/N, you were looking at every guy at that party like you were going to eat them alive.”

Y/N chuckled, “I had a great night, he definitely knows how to use his hands.” From across the table, Eddie hid a smile in his drink.

“And how was your night Eddie, how was the lucky girl?” Karen questioned.

“She was alright, nothing too special.” Eddie says, looking directly at Y/N, a glint in his eye. 

Y/N rolled her eyes as a small smile creeped onto her face, glad that there was no awkwardness between the two and they could joke about it. 

…

WARREN ROJAS: It was a confusing time, for everyone.

…

Having nothing to do with her day, Y/N decided to sit with the band while they auditioned a new front man, she regretted that decision very quickly. Y/N watched as front man after front man stood at the microphone and sang their heart out, her ears were screaming. 

As the final person stood at the microphone and began to sing, Y/N tried to stifle her laughter. Turning into Warren’s shoulder she continued to laugh, which caused Warren to laugh and ended up creating a domino effect of everyone trying to contain their laughter. 

When everyone had calmed down and the man was long gone, Warren turned to Y/N, “Well, welcome to the band Y/N, you’re our new front woman!”

Y/N let out a snort, “Yeah, I love you all but absolutely not.”

Karen let out a sigh, “I feel like we’ve seen every bloody front man in the whole of California.”

“Not everyone.” Eddie says. One by one, everyone turned to face him.

“What?” Warren says.

“I can do it, guys.” Eddie says.

“Yeah, Eddie…” Graham started but was cut off instantly.

“I can do it. I’m a better guitarist than Billy, I can sing almost as good,” Eddie began listing off things, “Come on, just give me a chance.”

“I mean, he’s already up there.” Warren says.

Eddie picks up a guitar and begins to sing. Everyone around the group begins to nod, pleasantly surprised with what they were listening to. Y/N, however, watched with shock, she had never heard Eddie sing before and she didn’t even know he could sing. When Eddie sang the final words, he opened his eyes and made eye contact with Y/N, who looked at him like he hung the stars. Eddie smiled.

While everyone went off to do what they wanted, Y/N dragged Eddie all the way to his room. He looked surprised at her urgency. He sat down on his bed while she stood in front of him.

“You can sing?” Y/N questioned, “Since when?”

“Since always.” Eddie replied.

“Why did you never tell me!” Y/N exclaimed.

“You never asked.”

“Your voice…”

“What about it?” Eddie asked, suddenly feeling anxious of Y/N’s opinion.

“It’s beautiful,” Y/N says, “I don’t know but there’s this specific kind of rasp to it which I love.”

Eddie smiles, eyes looking down for a brief moment before he makes eye contact again.

“That doesn’t seem like you though, not telling me you can sing,” Y/N says, “You always want to one up Billy, so being able to sing, play guitar and play bass, I’m pretty sure you’ve one upped him.”

Eddie laughed, while Y/N continued to pace, “I can’t believe you can sing.”

“Believe it,” Eddie says, “Because I’m pretty confident that I’m the new front man of The Six.”

Y/N sighed before sitting down, “You really think Billy is done completely?”

“Sure,” Eddie says, “He seemed pretty adamant on it.”

“I don’t particularly like the guy but I don’t really see him giving up on the band.” Y/N says. 

“Well he has, okay?” Eddie says, quite forcefully.

“Wow, okay,” Y/N says, standing up, “I was only stating my opinion Eddie, there’s no need to snap at me for it.”

“Y/N, I didn’t mean-”

“I know, Eddie,” Y/N says, “You don’t like Billy, neither do I, but you don’t have to jump down everyone’s throats at the simple mention of his name.” 

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Eddie says, rising to his feet, taking her hand gently in his, “I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”

“Eddie, it’s okay-”

“No, Y/N, I shouldn’t have done that,” Eddie says, his hand coming up to lightly cup her cheek, “I’m sorry, forgive me?”

Y/N gave him a small smile, “I forgive you.”

The two stood there a moment longer, Eddie still cupping her cheek and holding onto her hand. A few more seconds went by before the two realised the position they were in. Clearing his throat, Eddie stepped back while Y/N took her hand out of his, folding her arms across her chest. 

“I should get going,” Y/N says, “I’ve got a lot of things to work on.” She lied, “I’ll see you later.” Y/N slipped out of the room without another word, leaving Eddie alone.

Standing and staring at the door where Y/N had left, Eddie shook his head and sighed.

…

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I tried really hard to keep the promise I made, but it got harder and harder and I didn’t want to lie to her but I did.

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[criminalmindswhore]

Dark Pieces of Me pt. 2

Hey girl queen pussy bosses, here's part 2! This part is going to be LONG because I want to keep it in 3/4 parts. Enjoy!

Also fun fact, Mateo is an actual food stand across the street from San Fran PD, look it up.

TW: violence, mentions of organized crime, terrorism, mentions of suicide

Part 1 | Part 3

The sun crept into the curtains of the cheap motel you booked somewhere in Kansas. You didn't sleep but you knew you needed to take a break. Your hand was throbbing from clutching your gun the entire night. You stood up from your post in front of the door and gathered your small bag of items. Stepping into the tiny shitty bathroom you splashed water on your face and caught a glimpse of your reflection. Dark eyebags, perfectly braided hair, a bruise under your eye from the fucker who tried to steal your gas pump. Thoughts of Emily lying on your couch, watching Pulp Fiction made you feel a little comfort. You knew you would never see her again and it made your heart feel so heavy. Shaking away thoughts of what could have been with Emily, and the stolen thoughts across the bullpen. You grabbed your bag, tucked your gun into your waistband, and walked out into the morning sun. You walked into the office and dropped the cash needed for your stay on the counter. "Good morning Ms. Jones, how did you sleep?" The sweet old lady who owned the place asked. "Good, much-needed rest from driving. Thank you for the sandwich last night, my stomach was screaming at me." The owner nodded, "Of course hon, you looked like you needed some sunshine in your day." You have no idea. "Do you have any maps? Mine got soaked last night." She nodded and slid one across the counter. "Have a good drive." You smiled, a seemingly sweet old lady running a motel all alone? She was a badass and you knew it. You did a quick, good scan of your car looking for any signs of tampering before entering. San Francisco was going to be torn to pieces if that's what it took for you to find him. His words repeated in your head over and over, "If I will kill 5 people for every one of our men you killed. You will be last."

In San Francisco, the team was split into two. One team focused on finding you, the other on solving the current case. You walking out had to do with this case, if they would figure it out they could figure out where you were. Emily's nails were in rough shape, she was worried sick over you. She knows where your head is, she knows how dark that place is. She knows the fear and the numbness that comes with running. She had no idea what you did for work before the BAU, it hadn't come up. You've heard of her past, how she left the team. You were her replacement, you saw the damage it did. "How could you do this to them after seeing that?" She thought. "Hey Prentiss, we got something." Derek popped his head into the office where Emily was fixated on your phone records. She stood up from her chair, smoothed out her shirt, and followed Morgan. "Hi Em." Garcia spoke up from the phone, Emily smiled, "Hi Pen." Penelope needed to hear her voice. Pen was the only one to notice how you two disappeared one night during dinner. Bombarding you both with questions the day after. You both maintained that you felt sick and Emily came to help you. "So after fist fighting the United States government I got Y/L/N's record unsealed. We know this case wraps around her. Before she came to the BAU she worked as an undercover OP for the National Counterterrorism Center. Specifically, she led a mission on a domestic terrorism cell that was building up to a big event." Everyone in the room took a deep breath, this was all bringing up old wounds. All eyes turned to Emily and JJ, they knew most about this. JJ spoke up, "Pen send us every single file you have and look for any spottings of the cell she was after." Penelope sighed sadly, "That's the thing. Y/N took all of them out on her own. Her cover was blown in the middle of their hub and she had to fire her way out. The only survivor is paralyzed." Hotch interjected, "Who is it? He's training someone to get his revenge and Y/N is at the top of the list. This cell didn't disband, this person rebuilt it." An officer stepped into the conference room, "We've got 5 more bodies."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you crossed over the bridge into San Fran. You knew he was here, you knew he had men. The sun beaming into your eyes as the sunset. You drove until you found an apartment for rent in the heart of the city, apartments were always checked last by Henry. "1 bedroom, 1 bath, $500 a month" Perfect. You called the number and told him you would pay the first 2 months in cash today. He met you out front in under an hour and gave you the key. You shook his hand and then bang. A shot rang out as the man hit the ground. You immediately took cover behind a car, drawing your gun. Fuck, there goes my apartment. You returned fire in the general direction until the shots stopped. You stayed behind the car until you felt it was clear. Running to your car and speeding off, leaving your $1000 on the sidewalk. You weren't even scared, you just felt rage. These were innocent people he was killing instead of coming for you. Why not come to DC and take you out? Why cause a scene? Then you remembered how the now deceased boss, Mateo had a thing for the dramatics. Your burned phone rang, "Jones." Your voice is stern.

"It's me Y/L/N. I have an update for you." Your handler spoke on the other end of the phone. "What's up?" He sighed, which was never good with him. "Henry's son was the one who called in the bodies, he knew that many would get your team there. Henry wants your team. This is all a trap for you and them." You came to a hard stop, pulling a sharp U-turn booking it to the station. "Heard that." The anger in your voice is apparent. "Y/N, do not do something stupid. You need to get out of there." You scoffed, "And leave my team in this trap alone? This is ending now. He can come for me, but my team is over the line." You hung up, throwing your phone onto the passenger seat. Anger ran hot in your veins. You were going to kill him tonight.

Hotch was standing there with Emily just waiting for something to click. They knew who was in charge, but they had no idea where to even look for him. Emily was growing impatient, "I'm going to get some air." She slammed the file down, storming outside. The night air felt like the first air she'd ever breathed. There was no smell of burnt coffee, cop sweat, and old takeout. She sat on the steps of the station looking at the lights of the city. She knew you spent some time here, but had no idea it was for work. Let alone that you were calling the shots on who died and who didn't. It made her feel so horrible to know you have carried around that guilt for so long, in silence. She understood why you couldn't say anything but it didn't make it hurts any less. Across the street, she saw a food stand called Mateos. She wandered over there to get a snack and clear her head. She couldn't think straight. She was so worried about if you were safe and thoughts of Ian danced through her head. As she stepped up to order she caught a glimpse of someone who looked like you discarding their food and shuffling away silently. "Y/N? Is that you?" You ignored her, quickening your pace. You had to keep your distance or they would take her out. She started running at you, and you could hear her pace pick up so you ran at a fence, scaling it in under 2 seconds and disappearing behind it. Emily came to a stop at the fence, knowing you were long gone. "Y/n please come back. We can help. Please." A tear slipped from her eye. That was probably the last time she would see you and she knew it. As you turned the corner your breath was out of control. That was too close.

Bang.

You and Emily both drew your guns. You ducked behind a dumpster, but the bullets were coming from the other direction, a second shot rang out and hit you in your shoulder. "Fuck!" You screamed out, taking off on foot and down the street. Emily heard you yell and started running around looking for a way to you. She eventually climbed over the fence and found blood splattered on the side of the dumpster. Gun still drawn she called Derek, "Derek I just saw her, she's been shot. She took off again. She was right across the street." Derek called the others and ran out the door and to Emily. The team stood in that alley brainstorming for almost an hour.

Across town, you were stitching yourself up in a Chinese restaurant bathroom. The restaurant was closed, but you've picked many locks in your days. You winced as you wrapped a bandage you stole from CVS around your makeshift stitches. You knew they would probably reject but it wouldn’t be lone before you could get real medical attention. If you took out Henry the whole team would fall apart. After cleaning up after yourself you sat at a table in the dark restaurant using the street lamps outside to look at the files from when you completed the mission. He was somewhere in the city, and most importantly close to the station. You knew that he would want to be close to the team to taunt you. In the station the team had come to the same conclusion, Morgans phone rang. “Tell me something good babygirl.” Garcia piped off, “324 5th Street, there was an alert to a security guards phone about movement in the building. I pulled the footage, it was tampered with but our girl is there and so is Henry.” The team immediately went into gear. Emily streamlining to the cars, she was not going to let what happened to her, happen to you.

[madhatterbri]

Heartbreaker | J.P.

Summary: You betray the man that helped you get a Championship.

Author's Note: Who wants angst on this fine Tuesday morning? I am thinking about him a lot bro. Let's bring on Full Gear.

"You look great with that gold on your shoulder but I think it looks better around you waist," Jack smiled while grabbing the belt from your arms. He placed the belt around you and clipped it. His hands lingered on your waist.

You turned to look at him. His brown eyes full of innocence and warmth. He trusted you. After he was betrayed so many times before he still opened his heart to you. He looked down at your lips and leaned in as if to kiss you. You turned away from him so he kissed your cheek.

"Jack, listen, i-I have something to tell you. Tonight Christian is going to-" you stopped once Christian's reflection appeared in the mirror. You two were no longer alone.

"He already told me. He believes in me. I'm going to go out there and win in front of you and my mom and sister," he smiled proudly. His mentor believing in him was one of the greatest achievements in his career. "Are you ready to go?"

You nodded and walked with him to the curtains.

The match was hard fought by Jack but he ended up losing. Despite your best efforts to hype him and the crowd up. You started a chant for his name and continuously pounded your fists against the mat. He was injured and it hindered him from winning.

"I still can't believe you won. Well of course I can because i helped train you," he smiled and patted the belt. You looked down suddenly feeling like it gained 20 pounds more.

"Do you trust me? You know i would never want you hurt, right?" You asked quickly. You spoke as fast as your heart was raving. Your heart pounded so loud you could barely hear him.

"What's wrong?"

Tarzan Boy blasted through the speakers of the arena. Jack looked at you apologetically as he walked out to the ramp. You followed behind him with a loud pop from the crowd. You high fived people as you walked down.

Once the match concluded, Christian walked to the mat looking like a concerned parent. Your eyes darted between the two men. You begged him not to do it. Christian waved his hand at you to motion for you to be quiet.

Jack limped towards the ropes as one of the AEW personnel tried to assist him. Christian patted Jungle Boy's chest to comfort him. False words of encouragement could be heard faintly. He placed his student's arm over his shoulder and assisted with his walking.

The personnel slid out of the ring first. He lowered the rope to give the injured wrestler more space. You sighed in relief. Maybe Christian would have a change of heart about the whole thing. All hopes of harmony were quickly dashed.

Christian grabbed Perry's hips and pulled him to the middle of the ring. He performed the Killswitch. You watched in horror as Jack laid motionless in the middle of the ring. The crowd went crazy as the betrayal unfolded before them. Christian grabbed his hair and started yelling at him.

He hovered over him like an animal would to their wounded prey. His eyes scanned the arena until they locked in on Jack's family. A cocky smile plastered on his face. Christian slipped out of the ring and grabbed two chairs.

Referees tried to interfere. When Christian moved to strike them they backed down. This left Jungle Boy to fend for himself. There was no stopping what was about to unfold.

The chairs were used to continue the assault. One chair was placed under Jack's head. Christian grabbed the other chair and stood tall and proud in the middle of the ring. You couldn't dare look at Jack's family or what happened next. You closed your eyes and covered your ears.

The sound of steel hitting steel made your stomach churn. You prayed all of this was finally over. You opened your eyes to see Christian rolling Jack over. He lounged on him as if he was just furniture.

Christian stood up and motioned for you to come in the ring. You shook your head not wanting any part in this. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground next to him.

You obeyed not wanting him to turn on you. Jack's body laid motionless. His chest slowly rising up and down to show he was at least breathing. He threw his leather jacket over Jack's face.

"Stand on his chest over his heart. You could have saved him. You did this," he blamed you. He was right. A part of this was your fault. You slowly followed his orders. Your white converse stood on his chest just above his heart. Christian grabbed your hand and raised it high.

For the first time in your career, the crowd booed you.

[sacredstarcatcher]

Cruel Summer - Part 4

Jake & Sam x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Cutness, flirting, Rosie, pickles, oral sex (f receiving), language. :)

This one's short because part five is 5k words. Heh.

You were left with two weeks of rehearsals before the show. Though the scales and tails of the costumes vacated your apartment, you were still drowning in last minute responsibilities. That’s why you were seemingly pried out of your home by Sam on Saturday morning. Neither he nor any of his brothers, local or not, had heard from you in days. 

“You need vitamin D,” he says, speaking with his hands, gesturing at the sky. “You’re working your summer away. Come on. Even Rosie thinks you’re about to lose it.” He’s right. She was glued to your side as you walked the streets of Nashville. 

“Well I’m here, aren’t I?!” you say, gesturing at the sky. “You got me out here. I’m absorbing all of the vitamin D the sun can give me. Now lay off.” 

He shakes his head at you as he pushes open the door to the record store. The owner shoots both of you a wave as you enter, and Sam sends one back, lifting his gangly arm and big hand over your head. Once you’re inside, he steps in front of you, hunching down to look directly into your eyes. He’s so close to your face, your heart skips a beat.

“We have a big day ahead of us. First, we’re looking through the new boxes of vinyls in the back before they put them out. Then we’re taking the goods back to my house and listening to as many as we can as we pick the cucumbers from my garden and I teach you my secret pickling technique. Are you going to be cranky the entire time? Or are we going to enjoy ourselves?” 

You can’t help but grin at him despite the stress of your life at the moment. “We can enjoy ourselves,” you lament with a smirk, walking past him towards the beaded curtain at the back of the store. 

You stand next to him as he sorts through the bins on his knees, accepting the ones he’s taking home with him into your arms. You can’t help but giggle at the way he repeatedly pushes his hair from his face to see the vinyls beneath him. 

“Gonna get you a headband,” you mumble, leaning on the wall. He gives you a warning look before continuing on his search.

“That was a little too high on the grumpy-ometer. Take it down a bit.”

-oOo-

“I thought the cucumbers were next?” you ask, wondering why you’re pulling into the thrift store parking lot. He shakes his head as if he’s in disbelief over you not knowing why you’re there.

“You can’t garden in a white sundress. We’re going thrifting.” 

As you enter the thrift store, Rosie tags along obediently through the racks of clothing. Sam seems determined as he scans the hangers. His mission: finding you some gardening clothes. He can’t resist the mens section, pulling three short sleeve button downs you think are hideous, but he’s never looked bad a day in his life, so you trust his judgment.

Eventually he pulls a pair of shorts for you that aren’t terrible. They’re a light wash pair with a high waist and elastic for stretch. You hold them over your arm when he hands them to you with a smile.

You’re a bit more reluctant, however, when he grabs a t-shirt that reads “#1 Dad” across the front. 

“Oh, no. No way.” You keep walking down the row, but he tosses it at you, the tee landing over your eyes.

“It’s been decided. Let’s go check out.” 

-oOo-

You’re standing behind Sam in his backyard, watching him bent over in the dirt, listening to his ramblings about cucumbers. 

You’re boiling in the sun despite the hat on your head and sunglasses over your eyes. 

You’re barefoot in the grass because Sam didn’t want your sandals to get dirty, but it’s clear that he severely overestimated how deep into this gardening process you would be. 

You’re wearing a pair of mom shorts and a t-shirt tied into a crop top, the wrinkled words #1 Dad spread across your chest. 

You’re tired as hell.

Sam places a few cucumbers into the basket you’re holding as he talks and talks and talks, and while he’s not paying attention, you drag over a chair from the lawn furniture to sit on. He turns to give you the next handful and catches you sunning yourself.

“If I die, you’re not going to have any way to make my famous pickles. Nobody ever listens to me when I explain this shit!” You look at him over your sunglasses, not taking him seriously in the slightest. He stands and pulls off his gloves, brushing the dirt from his knees. “You’ll all be sorry,” he says jokingly, incredibly reminiscent of a cranky old man, and takes the basket from you to bring inside.

You’re grateful that on his rockstar salary, Sam can afford to keep his house a relieving 69 degrees. You work alongside him, slicing the cucumbers after he washes them, placing them on the cutting board and aiming for the perfect spear. You know you’ve missed the mark when Sam inspects the pile of slices and pulls a face.

“What you want to do…” he begins, approaching you from behind. He steadies your hand on the cucumber and grabs your hand on top of the knife. “...is hold it flat, but cut in at an angle, instead of straight through.” His hair is brushing the back of your neck, his breath hitting your ear and the side of your face. You can’t help the way your body leans backwards just slightly, pressing your back against his broad chest. 

“Mhm,” you respond, making sure he knows you’re definitely listening now. You’ll remember this part of the technique until the end of time. He gently slices through the first half with you, then the second. 

“You try,” he says, letting go of your hand. He moves his to rest on either side of you on the countertop, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. All you can do is take a nervous breath before slicing once, then twice, then dropping the knife. Your hands are absolutely shaking and before you know it, Rosie’s pushing between you two. You whip around to look down at her as Sam steps backwards, then at each other. 

“Rosie. Go lay down.” He says it calmly, his voice gentle. The only sound you hear is her paws gently clicking against the tile of the kitchen as she listens dutifully and heads to her bed. 

It’s then that Sam clears the short distance between you with two big steps. He immediately pulls you into his embrace, his hands wrapping around your waist, his lips crashing into yours. You moan in surprise, eagerly returning the kiss, pulling his face closer to yours between both of your palms. 

It’s all rushed and hurried as if you’re on borrowed time. Because you are, after all. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you chase it with yours, reveling in the taste of his mouth. He’s so sweet, just like you’d imagined, twinged with the flavor of the fruity Topo Chico he’s been drinking. 

“Hey,” he says, breaking apart from you, but you kiss him again. “Wait,” he says, mumbling against your lips.

You pull him in for yet another wanton kiss, signaling you desperately don’t want it to end. You don’t care, you just want him. He accepts your kisses, but his grip on your waist loosens.

“We can’t,” he says, and you feel it all come crashing down. “I’m sorry,” he says, taking a step back. You look at him, flushed and confused, the disappointment written all over your face. 

“Sam,” you begin, but your feelings sink deeper into your gut. You aren’t ready to be that vulnerable. It’s safer to let him talk first.

“I shouldn’t have. It’s just…” He sighs and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. You recognize this feeling. He has a difficult time talking about his emotions and they’re running high right now. “I feel so distant from her. I’ve been using you to fill the void. And that’s not right.” 

You’re trying to keep your composure, but it’s getting harder by the second as you realize you’ve been developing feelings for Sam and he’s just been using you as emotional support. You blink away the tears and put on a brave face, adjusting your shirt and wiping your eyes. 

“It’s fine. We’ve been spending a lot of time together and I’ve really been lonely without Jake so… That makes sense.” You head to the door to slip on your shoes and grab your keys, but realize Sam picked you up this morning. 

“Let me drive you home,” he says, quickly making his way around the kitchen island towards the door. You put up a hand and give a fake smile, politely declining. 

“Don’t even worry about it. I’m gonna walk. It’s a beautiful day. I’ll see you at the wedding, Sam.” Before he can come any closer, you slip out the front door and down the stone path, making your way down the street. 

A week passes after the incident at Sam’s. You’re more than happy when Jake’s back in town and you’re able to think with a clear head. You’ve effectively convinced yourself that you were probably just projecting your feelings for Jake onto Sam while he was away. Sam hadn’t even crossed your mind until it was time to see him again- the Saturday of the wedding approached faster than you would have liked.

You make your way to Jake’s, seeing as you graciously offered to be the designated driver. With your dress in its garment bag over your arm, your makeup and hair already done, you put the code into Jake’s front door and enter, calling out for him. 

You stride through the door when you hear his voice call back to you from upstairs. You hike up the staircase to find him standing in his walk-in closet, tucking his dress shirt in.

“I look stupid,” he says, fidgeting with the waistband of his pants and the button-down that’s disobeying every order he gives. You chuckle, watching him from the doorway.

“You look handsome. You just… aren’t very good at wearing shirts the right way.” He turns to meet your eyes and gives you an unserious glare..

“Fuck off,” he says playfully as he tries to hide a smile. He reaches for the suit coat and puts it on, shrugging to make sure it fits correctly. You watch as he adjusts the lapels and scrutinizes himself in the mirror.

He leaves the room for a moment and you begin to get into your dress. You’re facing away from the door adjusting the straps when he re-enters. 

“Can you zip me up?” You look over your shoulder at him, and you can’t say the gaze you shoot him isn’t flirtatious. He can’t do anything but oblige,and his hands are so warm on your bare skin as he hooks the clasp at the top of the zipper that you lean into his touch, wanting, needing more. He steadies the fabric of the zipper with one hand as he pulls it up, then places his hands on your shoulders. You’re watching him behind you in the mirror while  he takes in the sight of you in the dress. 

He drops his head and places a kiss where your neck and shoulder meet. “You look good enough to eat,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Mmm, yeah?” you flirt, turning in his embrace to face him. With a quickness you were unprepared for, he lifts you up and carries you out of the closet, tossing you onto his bed. The chiffon of your dress falls to the side, leaving the slit wide open as the material pools under you. 

The way he looks down at you lights a fire in your belly. He looks annoyingly sexy in the world's most wrinkled dress shirt and black sport coat, the lapels a contrasting velvet to the rest of the suit. His eyes are dark with lust and you feel like you’re going to implode if he doesn’t take you right there and then. He slides the jacket off his shoulders though it feels like he just put it on. You’re mesmerized by his hands and forearms as he works to roll up his sleeves.

His hands are gentle as he moves the delicate fabric up your legs and pulls down your panties. He smugly takes a look at them before folding them in half and pocketing them.

“Seeing me in a suit gets you fired up, huh?” he mumbles against your skin as he kisses down your thigh. 

“Jake,” you whine, needing him to speed it up. “We’re gonna be late.” 

“I have a feeling this won’t take long,” he says with a chuckle, making you jump as he places a love bite on your inner thigh. You can’t help but spread your legs further, waiting impatiently for his mouth. He places an open mouth kiss at the peak of your pussy, giving you only a small amount of relief.  “Fuck,” he lets out before giving another, this time his tongue venturing a bit further between your folds. 

“Can’t believe you’re gonna make me go to this stupid fucking wedding instead of-” he interrupts himself by placing another sloppy kiss on your clit. “...burying my face between your legs for the rest of the night,” he grumbles, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through your wetness. 

You let out a frustrated whine, feeling like you’re about to combust. He’s riling you up, talking to you like he’s about to make you see God, but somehow he’s barely touching you. You buck your hips, hoping his fingers will finally touch you where you absolutely need him to. He gives an arrogant chuckle in response, finally slipping two fingers inside you. You gasp feeling his middle and ring finger curl forward deliciously inside you, immediately finding your sweet spot. 

Then he’s finally, finally between your legs, his plush lips attaching to suck at your clit, humming into you as he gets a taste. You look down at the sound to see his eyes, lazy and glassy, looking up at you while he works you over. You’re unable to even think straight; seeing him between your legs with his wide eyes reveling in the taste of you is simply too much. You throw your head back and let out another moan, lacing your hand through his hair. 

“God, Jake,” you let out in a breathy, slutty moan. You couldn’t recognize the sound of your own voice if it was played back to you. He detaches his lips from you, looking up to see you. 

“Yes baby,” he asks, letting his fingers do the work for a moment. “Tell me,” he encourages, feeling you beginning to tighten up around him.

“I’m gonna cum- fuck- please,” you whimper, blindly searching for his head to pull it back and feel his mouth again. He gives in, meeting your clit again and relentlessly sucking, ready to get you to your peak. You feel it coming, your hips tightening, your back arching- and then suddenly it washes over you. 

You cry out, your thighs clamping together, holding him place. In response, he shakes his head, providing more than enough stimulation as you ride your high, lewd sounds coming from below as your orgasm washes over you leaving you limp. He places a gentle kiss to your clit and pulls out his fingers, shamelessly cleaning them off with his mouth. He smacks the outside of your thigh before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “C’mon. Can’t be late,” he chides, dipping his head down to tuck his shirt back in. 

TAGLIST: @reesetrippingthelight@samstopochico@jordierama@jakesgrapejuice @spark-my-nature@gvfcinema@fwzco

Part 5

[skylarmoon71]

Raphael (TMNT 2014-2016) - Oneshot

It started out as a concern.

The first time Raph saw you he was grabbing some pizza to head back to the lair after another patrol. It was late, so of course he was confused when he saw a woman walking that late at night. Nevertheless, he knew the streets of New York were a dangerous place. He followed all the way to the other side of the street until he saw two men step away from a building with their hands in their pockets as they began to follow you down the stretch.

You made another turn, and Raph cursed, dropping his pizza in the process when he saw one of the men pull out a knife.

He must have taken maybe a minute for the most. That's why it made little sense. When he broke the corner both men were groaning on the floor. One of them clutching their groin.

"Trying to rob me too big fella."

You stepped from behind the dark space. His eyes caught the pair of sunglasses on your face. He didn't fully realize that you were blind until he saw you draw the stick. You approached, cane extended.

Raph meant to say something, anything, but the sirens were so close and it dawned on him that you must have called the police. He cursed, jumping onto the building. You just lifted your head and the sounds of feet disappeared.

The next encounter was out of curiosity.

He couldn't stop thinking about what happened.

He contemplated that maybe your disability was some con. That you could in fact see. But nothing about your reaction proved that. Because you hadn't screamed upon seeing him. He hadn't truly planned to see you again. But he spotted you, and once again he found himself ducking corners and skipping buildings.

Carefully skating down the side of an alley, he didn't understand how you disappeared so easily.

"You know if you wanted my number you could have just asked, you didn't have to stalk me."

Raph flinched, instinctively reaching for his sai. He didn't even have a chance to draw it. Your cane struck his hand and he jumped when it was easily knocked out of his hand. He gaped, and you just wore a smile.

"She's fast."

He didn't reach for the other. Although he was positive he could take you without weapons, the sheer fact that you seemed much more agile than he anticipated made him a bit weary.

"Are ya even blind!" It sounds like an accusation. When you lift your glasses, he observes the way your eyes don't look directly at him.

"I assure you I'm fully blind."

He felt a bit guilty now.

You slipped the glasses back on, reaching over and picking up his weapon. Raph kept his eyes on you the entire time. When you raised and held it out for him, he wasn't sure if you were being sincere or testing him.

"I'm not going to attack, I promise." He frowned at your words, reaching over and taking it from you with a grumble.

"Ya act like I'm scared of ya or something."

"I know you were looking out for me." Raph stiffened and you smiled.

"I heard your steps the second you jumped from that building. That night you were carrying pizza. You dropped everything to rush to me. It's kind of flattering. "

He didn't understand how you knew this.

"Next time just drop by, no need to stalk me from afar." You point in the direction of your building.

"I'm on the fifth floor, don't be a stranger."

"Ya just giving me the address, what if I'm some kind of criminal!" He lectured.

You grin.

"I can take care of myself. It's cute that you're worried about me though."

Raph huffed, and you turned.

"See you later, big guy."

Right there and then he must have known.

For a while he couldn't truly focus. Because you'd literally invited him to stop by. So he didn't understand why he was on the roof of your building and he couldn't get himself to move.

"This is stupid what the hell am I doing?"

You were obviously messing with him. His frown deepened and he landed on the balcony of your floor. He was quiet, eyes looking in. Your curtains were slightly parted, and he could see your figure moving around the apartment. For a moment he just observes. You weren't moving with a cane, but he noticed the way your fingers lingered on surfaces as you walked.

It baffled him how you were able to be so independent and fearless. You must have been maybe a year or two older than he was. You possessed no superpowers that he was aware of.

Raph had been so taken in his thoughts that he didn't notice you approach the door. When it slid open, he looked up.

"Hey."

He meant to reply, but the right words wouldn't follow. He was a bit mesmerized. He knew full well that you couldn't see him. But there was something about your eyes that just called to him. Suddenly he felt protective. Like he needed to look out for you.

"Ya should be more careful."

"Another lecture? Are you my father or something?" You were poking fun at me and he just folded his arms, turning his head. He didn't like the fact that you seemed to lack a sense of danger.

You moved to the railing, stepping out as you placed your hand on it, enjoying the feel of the wind against your cheeks.

"I'm not defenseless. I might not be able to see but I'm really good at reading people. Maybe it's because my sight is gone that my other senses are a little amplified. Whatever the reason, if you were some bad guy you'd be face down on the floor right now."

"Ya pretty cocky for a shrimp."

"Hey you're the one who's a giant." You laugh. Raph took a step back. For a moment he forgets that he isn't normal. Maybe your lack of vision made him complacent.

"That's right."

It might be all jokes now, but the second you figure out you'll be hightailing it in the other direction.

"I can hear you doubting yourself. You're probably thinking, she's going to figure out I'm not normal."

Now he's a bit panicked.

Before he goes into a spiral you grab his wrist and he stops. Breathing, thinking, moving.

It all stops.

"I might not be able to see you fully, and I'm not going to stand here and pretend that I'm not a little scared. But I needed to know what you were."

So it wasn't a friendly invitation. You were analyzing him. Trying to figure him out.

"You're not human.."

He grits his teeth.

"Can't believe I was this reckless."

He let his guard down. The smart thing to do now is run, take off and never come back. But your hand releases his wrist, and you take a step back.

"Are you going to run now, your heart is beating pretty quickly." You tease.

"Could ya stop messing with me!!"

He's irritated at how easily you seem to get under his skin. You laugh.

"Sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood. You were really quiet. I figured you were going to disappear in the night and never come back. Like Batman." You whisper the last part as you giggle and he glares.

"Ya really like pushing my buttons. "

"It's fun. You're easy to get worked up."

He turns.

"Whatever I gotta go."

"Come by anytime Batman~"

From that day it became a routine for him to stop by your place. Your conversations usually consisted of you teasing Raph and him retaliating with grumbles and mutters. You'd even started grabbing pizzas. After you fully tormented him about it being his addiction.

This particular night you're both seated by your balcony, taking in the New York lights.

"A translator?"

You nod as he shoves another piece of pizza in his mouth.

"Yeah. I work for the NYPD. I know over ten languages. Pretty impressive right?"

You're boasting and Raph licks his fingers.

"It's impressive ya got anywhere with that ego of yours." You laugh, taking a sip of your drink.

"Well when you're in my position you need to have confidence."

Raph turns, because he notices the way your expression changes a little.

"When I found out about my condition people were quick to write me off. I had to prove that I could be someone. Regardless of what others thought. I didn't have parents to motivate me like most kids. I couldn't rely on anyone but myself. I know what it's like feeling as though I'm nothing. I promised myself I'd never go back there again. I kept it too. I get to travel to different departments to share my skills. "

He had to admit that was pretty admirable.

"Although it sucks that you and your brothers do so much for the city and you get nothing in return."

"If we did it just for the perks it wouldn't really make us heroes. People out there need help and we can. So we do."

You can't help but smile at the mindset. Not many people are so selfless to put their lives on the line for strangers.

"I'm kind of glad no one knows you exist. I would have to share with girls all over the world trying to take you from me." You grin and Raph looks away.

"Hah, hilarious."

"I'm being serious. You're the full package. If you stopped frowning so much I'm sure you could score a lot of admirers. "

"How do you know I'm frowning, you're blind!"

"I can hear it."

"That's impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible if you believe." He's now facing you and you know he's frowning.

You reach out, taping your finger on his nose.

"Boop."

Raph explodes.

"I'm leaving!!"

You just begin laughing as you grab his arm to insist he stays.

He's grown used to so much.

Yet you still found ways to surprise him. Like the time you bought a television set.

"Why ya need a tv, ya blind. "

You just giggled.

"I'm aware of that Raph. This isn't for me. It's for you. I have the Transformer movies downloaded as an audiobook on my phone, but this way we can both enjoy it. I pretty much know what the characters look like. You'll just have to give some minor descriptions when Optimus changes throughout the series. He's my favorite."

You toss him the remote and he catches it, still observing you. He won't voice it, but he's grateful for the gesture.

"Hurry up! I've been waiting all day to watch it!"

"Alright I'm coming hold ya horses. " 

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 4 - Commencement

Castiel completes his training with Rowena, and it all goes very fast after that!

A new part to my 2019 series Rowena's Shop

Suptober prompt: Nimbus Flufftober Prompt: Cinderella Moment Fictober Prompt: “Do you even know what this means?” Inktober Prompt: Dodge

(Read on AO3)

“Oh, well done, Castiel! Very well done, indeed! You've gotten it exactly right! Look!!”

Comfy and dozing in his overstuffed armchair, Dean can hear Rowena's words of effusive affirmation drifting in through the curtained doorway to the back of the store. The cooing, approving tone of her voice is one she's never used with him, of course, but Cas has been drawing it out of her more and more often lately as he's neared the completion of his studies. From the sound of it, he's just ticked another box on the list of spells he needs to master before he “graduates,” whatever that word means for a literal sorcerer's apprentice in the Year of our Lord 2023.

He's starting to doze off again when his boyfriend comes bursting through the doorway, a wide, gummy grin on his handsome face.

“Did you hear?!? I did it!!” he trumpets.

Dean stands to give him a hug. “I heard, honeybee! Nice work!! Does that mean you guys are done for the day, or are you taking a break? Maybe we could go grab a late lunch...?”

Cas gives him a firm, full-bodied squeeze, then pulls away, shaking his head. “No, beloved, I did it. That was the last one. I'm finished. Do you even know what this means?”

Dean watches, mouth agape, as he murmurs a few sibilant words and flicks a finger. The cozy glow of the shop's chandelier dims as a nimbus of luminescent power gathers around Cas's head. The blue highlights in his hair coil and eddy, then the color surges, flowing down the man's body and draping it in a floor-length brocade cloak that perfectly matches his gorgeous eyes. It's a Cinderella Moment if Dean's ever seen one.

“Holy shit,” he mutters.

“Indeed,” Rowena intones sarcastically as she walks into the room. “Eloquent as ever, I see.”

“Hey, screw you, Broom Hilda,” Dean snipes back. “Forgive me for being in awe of my boyfriend the fucking wizard.” He rolls his eyes at her and turns back to Cas. “So, what happens now? Can we celebrate? Go out for a nice dinner? Or should we just skip to dessert?” It's a cheesy line, but God help him, that little display of power got him so freaking turned on. If Rowena wasn't here he would 100% be on his knees right now.

Cas seems to be on the same wavelength, because he's got a dirty smirk on his face. He opens his mouth to respond, but Rowena throws up a waggling finger.

“Ah ah ah, there'll be plenty of time for that sort of business later. Right now I need your help with the last o'my cases.” She gestures behind her, at a teetering pile of steamer chests that definitely was not there a minute ago.

And the same-wavelength thing must still be in effect, because the two of them reply in unison, “Wait, what?”

“I've been stuck here long enough, boys. Now that you're ready, Castiel, I'll be goin' walkabout for a bit.” She points again at the trunks, an imperious quirk to her brow, and the two men scramble to fill their arms.

Rowena herself picks up the tiniest, daintiest little handbag and leads them, shuffling under the immense weight of her luggage, out the side door to the alley. Her car, like her a sporty little compact number of indeterminate age, make, and origin, seems much too small to hold so many massive cases. But of course, like magic, it all fits neatly into the boot, with ample room to spare.

Dean slams the lid down, then rounds on her. “So, what, Cas finished his training five minutes ago and you're getting outta Dodge? How long are you gonna be gone? What's gonna happen to the store? Wh–”

Whatever other question he'd been about to ask dies on his tongue when she snaps her fingers. (He's honestly not sure whether she did a silencing spell on him or he's just terrified of her.)

“It's tradition, you utter gowk. I've nothing more to teach our Castiel, and the shop practically runs itself, has done for centuries. And, much as I loathe to admit it, you've become quite an exemplary assistant in all the years you've been lollygaggin' around here waiting for your fella to do his lessons. The pair of ya'll do fine. And I'll be back around, in a few months or years or... Well, eventually. Cheerybye, boys!”

And she's gone, in a puff of sweet-smelling exhaust.

Dean and Cas stare at each other for a full minute, slack-jawed and stunned. Finally, Dean gathers himself enough to break the silence.

“Honeybee,” he says hoarsely. “What the fuck.”

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

A thief. A friend, And a brother

Chapter 1

Summery: due to a fun interruption to a night with your best friend you end up becoming an trusted acquaintance of one of 2 very well known brothers in your small home town, what could come of knowing and being seen with a nam with such a bad reputation

Daryl Dixon x reader

Word count :1,165

A/N: hey! This first chapter doesn’t have any Daryl in it as it’s setting up the relationship between reader and Merle, this is a Daryl x reader but I wanted there to be more of a dynamic between everyone. enjoy!

Chapter 2 is out!

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The cold air of a brisk snowy winter kissed your skin as you walk to your friend’s house. A long day of working at the liquor store and dealing with rude old perverted men and underage teens with fake IDs had you beat. Whenever you had a bad day you went to Jack’s house. He was the best at making you feel better. The familiar feeling of crashing on his couch and eating junk while yelling obscenities at each other when playing games, or even just sleeping or talking till the sun came up. You’d known the guy since middle school. You still remember the day you met him as if it only happened minutes ago.

You were being bullied by older boys calling you names you’d never heard before. One of the boys had put his hand on your shoulder. You hit his arm away as hard as you could. As the boy clocked his arm back to get ready to hit you a mysterious flash went by your closed eyes and you heard a thump. When you opened your eyes a boy from your class was standing with his back toward you. The bully was on the ground, unconscious. Since that day he walked you to and from classes. Back then Jack’s hair was short and his skin pale. Now his dark black hair is long, falling below his ears and his middle part causing the curtains to fan over his eyes, and as of recent his skin is a darker tan, achieved from the farm he works at during the summer season.

You kick yourself out of your daydream to ring the door bell of his house. You hear a scramble and a loud crash- which you assume is Jack tripping over his dog again. He opens the door looking disheveled.

“Hey” he says in a mock sexy voice.

“Sup. I brought food” you reply.

The words make him perk up and he lets you into his home.

The two of you get settled and eat while Jack lights a joint. The 2 of you have smoked since high school. You only do it when you feel like you really need it, but for Jack it’s a daily ritual for a stressed out life.

A few hour pass, after a good smoke and some shitty movies your talk is interrupted by a loud knock and holler from the front door.

“Hey sister! I’m finally out and I need somma the good shit!!!” A booming voice yells on the other side of the door.

“Fuck” Jack looks at you. “You need to leave through the back door, now” he tells you with is eyes wide and brows furrowed.

“Why?” You ask.

He looks down, “this guy…he’s not safe and in case there is trouble I don’t need you here”.

“How is he trouble?”

“Don’t worry about it just go”

“No. Not until you tell me”

“Fuck..fine. He just got out of prison, and while I know he would never put his hands on you he is very willing to kick a guys ass, not to mention he has a reputation for making women..uncomfortable”

“I’m sure I can handle myself. Now open the door before he knocks it off the hinges”

Jack looks down and walks to the door. He reaches for the handle and gives you one last “sorry” look before opening the door.

In the doorway there you saw the tall looming man that is Merle Dixon. The Dixons were infamous in your town and not in a good way. Everyone knew the story of the parents, how the mom died, how the dad beat the kids, and how Merle “flirted” with his women. Merle had a younger brother but You never heard much about Daryl around town unless he was in a physical altercation, then everyone in town talked about him. You also only ever saw the younger of the 2 brothers when you worked, but he never spoke much to you or anyone for that matter.

“Damn sister! Took you long enough I was freezing my balls out there.” Merle invited himself in and looks at you splayed across the couch watching the tv. He tapped at your leg as you drew them closer to you making room for him to sit. “Sorry to interrupt your date..” he trails, giving your friend a smirk.

“Uhhh no dude it’s not like that…she’s like family.”

You rise from your very comfortable place on the couch and extend a hand to the large man. “Pleasure. The name’s —————“.

The man takes your hand in a firm handshake before responding with a quick “Merle” then looks at Jack who’s still standing uncomfortably by the door. “What do you want, man?”

“Just got out, need some stuff I’m crawling outta my skin”

“I’m not selling to you in front of someone”

As the conversation escalated you start to think back a little, you always kinda knew jack sold that kinda stuff to people but you also knew that he specifically never sold in front of or to you as a means of keeping you safe and separate from his work. You snap out of it and come back to hear a bit of a commotion.

“You’re my only seller, asshole, who else am I supposed to go to?!?”

“Someone else. I’m not selling anymore”

You could tell Merle was getting more and more frustrated so you came up behind him and tapped his shoulder.

He quickly turned and looked at you with anger. You smiled up at him and handed him a small container, when he opened it he saw 3 large blunts.

“Holy shit girl, thanks but do you got anything harder?”

You snort at his question “Sorry man but I’m not a seller or a user-that’s all we got here. Come back later or find a new seller”.

The tall man looked down at you and smiles widely. “No problem miss” he places a hand on your shoulder before turning around and shooting Jack a smirk before slipping out the front door and driving away.

“Holy shit that almost went so bad” Jack looks down and scoffs a laugh as he runs a hand through his hair. “Thanks man you saved my ass”

“No problem”

“That guy is bad news, we should keep our distance”

“I don’t think so….” You look of, the wheels in your head turning

“What do you mean”

“I mean he doesn’t seem like a bad guy, a druggie maybe, and a little volatile but he don’t seem terrible”

“Whatever- let’s get back to the movie”

[melody-howard]

Hans Gunsche 1

Loud claps of thunder could be heard outside. The Zeppelin wasn't exactly sound proof. I was held up under my bed with my laptop, watching the storm roll across the radar at a painfully slow speed. The amazon wasn't the best place to be stationed for an astraphobe. Rain was a daily thing… as was thunder. I spent these times away from the others under my bed. No one seemed to notice my disappearances, thankfully. I clutched my worn out spider plushie and hunkered down for a few hours…

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The tiny Captain on loan from the WL went missing again. I doubt that she had forgotten her rounds… though come to think of it she did go missing every time it rained. From the way that the pilots talked this was a relatively bad storm. Hopefully she wasn't out for a walk during this. I sniffed the air to see if I could find where she had gone to. After all the Major had promised her safety to the others in her unit. I got a faint smell of her in the air, she was often in the mess hall talking with the others, so it was possibly a lingering sent. Her rounds, also had a faint lingering sent. The men on the rout made a path for me, often asking each other where the girl was. I passed them and made my way outside. I few quick sniffs of the air proved useless. It was far too wet to find her out here. I could only hope, for the Major's sake that she was inside safe.

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My lack of understanding Portuguese was biting me in the ass. There were no English captions and the internet page was half translated. Form the bits and pieces that a caught it seemed that the storm was a hurricane that had hit shore a day ago. We were inland enough to not get the damaging effects of the hurricane… but the storm was going to last a day or two. I did not have enough food and water to last that long. Not to mention the bull shit meetings I had to go to once a day. I was defiantly going to miss them. Whelp…

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I traced the halls of the Desus Ex Machada. Her sent was the strongest outside her room, that was to be expected though. I knocked on the door just to check if she was in there. I got no response so I went in. It was decorated in here… much less sparse than my room… 'If I'm going to be living here with you lot, I'd at least like to be comfortable…' I chuckled remembering her response to Dok scolding her for decorating the room with her stuff. She was quite outspoken, a good change from all the others around here. Her room light was on, though from what I've heard it's always on… something about not being able to sleep when it's dark. The small window in here room was covered in black out curtains. I peered through them to see that the window had a x made from tape on it… How weird. The art on her wall was strange… Jan liked them, something about how cool black light posters were, whatever black lights were. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her phone flash. She was here in the Desus Ex Machada somewhere.

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My phone went off and scared the shit out of me. I reached my hand out from under the bed to grab it. Maybe it was a weather alert that I could actually understand… With my luck it was a message from a friend or some stupid game. I quickly snatched it and looked… It was one of the vampires asking how to fix something. I ignored it, I have bigger problems at the moment. I set my phone aside and looked back at the radar.

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I dainty hand shot out from under the bed and grabbed the phone… Why was she under her bed? I bent down to look. She was clutching a large stuffed spider and staring at her laptop. I could see in the reflection of her glasses that it was a storm radar. I got down onto the floor and watched her stare at the screen, her eyes were wide��� then the smell hit me, she was scared… that's why she didn't answer me, she was too scared to notice that I had knocked on the door. She would usually tell me to come in with her loud voice. She had enough voice for the both of us. It was always nice to see Dok's face when she would yell at him for something… In fact I think the entire crew of the Desus Ex Machada could hear her. She's quite fearless, if I was her Dok would have ripped my vocal cords out.

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I was so absorbed in watching the storm move at a slow pace across the area that it took me awhile to notice the red eyes staring at me. It was the Captain… We stared at each other, eyes locked before he tilted his head to me in a questioning manor. "W-what?" My voice barely came out, he heard me though. He motioned for me to come out from under the bed. "No…" I thought he was reaching out to grab me, instead he was joining me under the bed. He pointed to my computer screen. "It's the storm…" He shook his head and I pulled up a word document. "You know…" Before I could even finish my sentence he turned my laptop and began typing. I watched as he typed out the sentence; 'Are you scared of storms?' All I could do was nod as a loud clap of thunder happened. I clutched my spider. Captain tapped my arm and pointed to the screen. He had apparently typed something else out while I was having a mini panic attack. 'Why?' I shook my head. "It's a long story…" He shook his head and I sighed.

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The girl sighed. "I grew up in Texas, storms like this were common… I actually survived a tornado. I remember walking down the street looking at the path of destruction that it left… Entire houses were gone, mine included. The only reason I lived was the shelter we had built a year earlier. Most of the people on my street were dead or wounded… buried under rubble." She stopped talking and watched me type; 'That can't happen here.' She scoffed; "Yeah, I know that… I just can't help but be scared that every storm will turn deadly. I never said I had a good fear… After all when Dok asked me if I feared anything I responded with 'the stupidest thing in the world.' He thought it was death or public speaking… but no it's fucking storms." I chuckled, though no sound came out. She looked at me with a little pout of anger. 'Faruline, that's a valid fear.' She shook her head. "Being scared of every storm, having fear run through you every time that the wind blows hard… fearing rain, how is that not stupid." I reached up and patted her head. "Don't do that!" Her hair felt soft, and she was hiding something from the rest of us… another set of ears perched on top of her head. I went back to typing; 'It is valid because it is a natural ingrained fear. Like spiders and snakes. Rain and storms would have killed your ancestors, caused bad hunting and floods.' She stared at what I wrote for a hard minuet before I began to type again. 'Death is normal and unavoidable, so is public speaking. Being scared of those is worthless. Being scared of storms is useful. You are able to find safety and prepare.' I grabbed the jar of peanut butter from her side and showed it to her. She sighed and shook her head. "I guess you're right…" I set the jar down. "…it's a sound fear."

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I watched Captain set my half eaten jar of peanut butter down. He then began to type again; 'Would you like me to stay here with you?' My eyes went wider than they already were. I was shocked, I figure he would just leave and go back to standing by the Major after realizing that I was safe. He cocked his head to me. "I… I would like that." He proceeded to crawl out from under my bed. I followed him after a loud clap of thunder, pushing my laptop and dragging my spider plushie. My laptop was picked up by gloved hands and set aside. I finished crawling out and climbed onto the bed. My plushie was pulled from my arms and set aside with my laptop. Captain easily sat down on my bed, must have been the right height for him. He settled in right next to me and turned the tv on. A large clap of thunder shook the zeppelin. I jumped and latched on to the Captain, who only looked at me for a brief second before going back to find something to watch.

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She was clinging to me… She didn't notice the slight blush that came to my face. I tried to ignore it and looked for an English show to watch. If I had to I could embarrass myself with video games I could. Of the few channels we got only one seemed to be in English. It seemed to be a soap opera… the Major and Dok both enjoyed watching those, so maybe she would too. I watched her face to gage her reaction. "This trash is still on tv? It's been running since the sixties." I glanced back to the show. If it's been running this long then it must be good. She snuggled into my arm, I saw a small blush come to her face… I suppose she's never actually seen me without my coat on. A small smile crossed my lips. Before I knew it she snatched the remote from my hand. "I cannot stand another second of this desperate house wife shit." She proceeded to flip through the stations again; I reached out and grabbed her laptop to type something.

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This was the only English channel? Are you shitting me? Soaps… in English playing in Brazil? Jesus fucking Christ, how were these trashy shows popular. Captain poked my arm. 'That's your only option.' I shook my head and snatched my laptop from him. "Lies!" I jumped out of the bead and hooked my laptop up to the tv. I loaded up Netflix and dipped back under my bed for my mouse. I grabbed it and pulled myself back into the bed. "Sorry I took your only form of communication… wait…"

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She was distracted from the storm now. The only responses that she gave were little involuntary jumps, even to the thunder that her human ears couldn't pick up. I watched as she rummaged through the desk that her tv was placed on. She pulled out a pen and stuck it into her hair. She slammed the drawer shut, making the tv wobble on its stand and yanked open another drawer. She pulled something out and tucked it under her arm. "Here." She tossed it at me. It was a nice note book, it had Vincent Van Gogh's Sunflowers on it. "You can keep that one, I have like three others at home." She climbed her way back into the bed and sat down next to me. "I had a pen…" I reached back and pulled it out of her ponytail. Her head turned to me quickly. "Oh… you wouldn't believe how many pens I loose in my hair." She smiled to me and just me… my cheeks heated up. I don't think she noticed as she turned back to watch something. "Let me know if something interests you, or you'd rather watch something in German." I tilted my head to the side, though she didn't see. She had thought of what I wanted to watch… how unusual. My opinion was never wanted from anyone… until now.

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I flipped through my recommended stuff, nothing seemed to interest me. I was still jumping at the thunder, thou I had calmed down a lot. I was able to think about stuff other than the storm. My tail began to wag. It was stopped by a hand… Shit. I looked to Captain. He was staring at me with his head cocked. I turned red and swallowed hard. I think he's learned my secret. "Long story…" He let go of my tail and reached out for my head. I laid my ears down so he didn't accidentally put a finger into them. He gave me a few scratched behind my left ear and my tail went to wagging again. I pulled away from him after a moment and looked back to him. He had a soft smile on his lips… I was flabbergasted. He actually smiled, I returned it. I turned back to the tv and picked a nature documentary that I hadn't yet watched and settled back down next to Captain. He wrapped an arm around me.

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She had ears and a tail, not that I could see them at the moment. Must have been covering them with magic. I knew she wasn't like me one-hundred percent, I did however know that she wasn't human. From the first time I smelled her back in London. I knew she was abnormally strong; she had to be to be picking fights with vampires… the ears and tail were a shock. She snuggled into me and I tightened my grip on her. She didn't purr, so she wasn't a cat, and her tail wagged as I petted her behind the ears… She was a dog? I must have jumped at the realization cause she looked to me. "You ok?" I opened the book to a blank page, it had sketches in it. Some of me, Dok, Schrodinger and Rip. 'What are you?' She looked to what I wrote. "It's kinda funny. This Russian dude fell in love with me, his sister was in love with him. So to get me out of the picture she turned me in to a dog… more than once. Some of the affects will never wear off." She snapped her fingers. Two brown dog ears appeared on her head and a brown tail on her back. She gave out a bit of a laugh. "So yeah, that's why I'm flinching at thunder I shouldn't be able to hear." I stared at her for a moment. I knew that wasn't the whole story. I had seen her win countless arm wrestling matched against vampires. She snuggled back into me. "I guess the Major left out my other universely origins?" I wasn't surprised by that. Seeing as she smelt human… though now with her magic off she smelt different. Like pine trees and saw dust… with a touch of wet dog. It reminded me of home, back in the Black Forest. I held her the best I could and rested my head onto hers.

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Captain held me tight, it was comforting though. I had completely stopped jumping at the thunder and was focusing on the tv. Something I could have never done with MJ or Daniel staying with me. I felt him place his head on mine. He was so much bigger than me. I felt him take a deep breath threw his nose. He seemed relaxed for once. He always looks so tense. He began to lean on me and wrapped his arms around me, his hand came to rest on my stomach. A deep blush rushed through my cheeks. A sigh of contentment came through his nose. His grip tightened, as though he was trying to test his limits on my body and his other hand came and rested on my thigh; my blush grew. "Uh… Captain?" He hummed in response; I didn't know he could even make sound. "What are you doing?"

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I was caught off guard by her question… What was I doing? Was I comforting her? I opened my eyes and lifted my head from her. I looked down; her cheeks were bright red. She was blushing… how cute. I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. She leaned into the kiss. "Why are you being nice to me?" That was a very good question, I thought on it for a moment…

"Ah, yes, Frauline…" The girl rolled her eyes. "It's Melody you tubby little major!" She glared at the Major. "…Yes, of course, I am now your commanding officer…" She snapped back at him without a beat. "You! Ha! I don't take orders from deranged lunatics!" Major Anders chimed in. "Captain! Mind your manners. All of his orders will be cleared by me. So yes, you do take orders from him." I could see it in her eyes, she wasn't defeated, she just knew when to give up.

…It had to be then. She was unbreakable, even under my iron grip she was holding strong. Her deep green eyes stared at me as if waiting for me to speak. I just shrugged to her.

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We stared at each other for a while after he kissed my forehead. He just shrugged. "What? There has to be a reason." He just shrugged again and pulled me into his lap. Oh god… What was I going to do… other than become stiff which is what I did…

"I don't know what his problem is, dude." I glared to the two brothers coming down the hall. "Every time I open my mouth during a meeting he hit me in the back of the head." Luke rolled his eyes to his brother. "Probably because most of what comes out of your mouth is stupid." I shook my head and continued on my rounds. I heard a door open and shut as I turned the corner. "Oh, hey hot mama!" I rolled my eyes to Jan. "Not going to smile for me baby?" I glared at him. "A smile…" Before he could finish what he was saying he was cut off by a gunshot. Further down the hall stood the Captain with his gun drawn. "Thanks, it's nice to know someone around here respects women." He nodded to me and continued on down the hall.

I couldn't take a casual flirty way with him like I did others. I was too nervous… This man, by anyone else's standards would be a brute was holding me gently in his lap. I dwarfed him by a foot in height, I was tiny compared to him. As my brain stopped working instincts kicked in. Before I could stop myself I was burring my way into his coat for  warmth… and holy shit was he warm… and ripped… though I already knew that. I pulled the giant coat around me and cuddled in to sleep… Sleep there's a storm going on. I shot up and his grip tightened on me. I sighed and relaxed a bit. He looked at me with his head cocked to the side… I couldn't speak, his expression was so fucking cute. I smiled to him and went to cuddle back into his chest, then I noticed it, a dog tag.

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Cold finger tips brushed against my chest as the girl began to wiggle her way under my coat. In fact most of her was cold. She wiggled her way in completely. I felt her lay her on my chest, before she quickly startled. I looked down to her with a concerned face. She shook her head and went to lay on me again. Instead of doing that she grabbed my dog tag. "Hans Gunsche, Werewolf solider…" My name… I hadn't heard it in years. "Well, it's nice to know that there's something other than Captain that I can call you." She ran her thumb over the metal. She was going to call me by my name? I wasn't going to be just 'Captain' to her anymore… and come to think of it do I even remember her name?... 'It's Melody, you tubby little major!'… Melody… Melody B. Howard… she set my dog tag back down on my chest and snuggled in to me. She closed her eyes and I heard a sigh of relief. "At least I'm going to sleep tonight." She was going to go to sleep… Then maybe I should get some rest too.

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I woke up warm, what a change, this place was usually freezing. My hair was moving… a loud clap of thunder, and I jumped. An arm gripped me tightly… Oh, that's right, I fell asleep on Captain, Hans… I fell asleep with him! I shot up at full force, I'm sure my eyes tinted themselves with my sudden fright. A hand came up and rubbed my arm. I looked back to him. His coat and gloves were discarded. I felt a deep blush cover my entire face. I had discarded my shirt in my sleep and was only left in my bra… here I am, with Hans, taking me in… or so I thought. His eyes were locked to mine, such a gentleman. I shook my head and went to get up when a earth shaking thunder clap shook everything. I began to panic. I went to dive onto the floor so I could crawl under my bed, but a warm set of hands stopped me. I was pulled back to the bed. My blanket was thrown back over me in a swift moment and I was being held to a very firm very warm chest. "Hans?" His grip tightened as I said his name. "Why are you still here?" He sat up and grabbed the notebook I gave him last night and began to write. 'I didn't want to leave you alone.' I was so confused. Hans, the Major's body guard was here with me and not him? Well I suppose that he's safe right now, it's not like we're in enemy territory. I sighed and shook my head. "You're confusing." I closed my eyes for a brief moment and before I knew it his lips were on mine. It was a gentle sweet kiss, and before I could even realize what I was doing my hands were in his hair. For the first time since I met him I had gotten a good smell of him. He smelt of apple wood smoke, fresh bread, and a hint of wet dog.

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What I thought would just have been a kiss soon turned in to something more. Her hands were in my hair and my hands landed on her hips. They were still warm from my body heat. When we parted I noticed that she had moved herself under me. Our chests were touching, her bra was silk. Her legs were wrapped around my torso. It was an intimate moment, something I hadn't experienced in years. Her lips reached up and recaptured mine, in a passionate kiss. She drug her nails down my shoulder and up my neck. Had it not been for the footsteps approaching the room this would have gone further. I pulled myself from her and she let out a whine, it pained me. A knock came to the door. "Captain Howard! Are you in there?" It was Dok. "The Captain is missing." She froze, which didn't help. The door soon cracked open. "Faru Howard?" Dok stuck his head into the room. "Ack! I am sorry!" He quickly left and closed the door. I felt Melody give a quiet laugh. "Oops." We would probably get scolded by our majors later… but it was nice to be so close to someone, who cared about me.

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"What the hell were you two thinking!" Frau Melody gave a nervous smile. "Shit happens?" Herr Major laughed and Major Anders went back to scolding the two. "Emotional attachment can ruin a mission…" Frau Melody quickly snapped back. "Hey! Don't pick favorites! You let Lillian and MJ work together!" I was having a hard time holding back my laughter, it was funny watching her rip others apart during an argument… It's nice to be watching instead of being the one she's ripping apart. "This is different Captain Howard." She got a cocky smile. "How so? You planning on wiping them out after we're done with Hellsing?" Major Anders choked on his words. "Then it is no different! There is no excuse for you to play favorites!" Frau Melody did an about face and walked away. She was the only one in our Last Battalion that could do that. Herr Major dismissed the Captain. When Major Anders hung up I busted into laughter. "They are a cute couple, right Avondale?" I lifted my glasses and wiped tears from my eyes. "Ah, yes they are. The brains and the brawn… Though, I wonder why her." Herr Major gave a chuckle. "I guess you never noticed dear Doctor… her hearing is exceptional, I have been whacked by what I can only presume is a tail." I thought about it for a moment. "Ah, she must be part dog, like Warrant Officer Schrodinger is part cat." A smile graced my features. "Wonderful, isn't it Doctor."

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t r o u b l e / chapter twenty four

Sonya

I watched my brother slip into the shadows as he disappeared down the hallway with Kitty and Liam. I did my best to swallow down the knot of sorrow and fear that had tangled and lodged in my throat.

I'd held it together all night locked away in that little room. I'd managed to put my own helplessness on the back burner, kept up a smile for the littlens. Done my best not to let my Aunt Pol's shadowy gaze haunt me. Though it was all I could think of then as I stood in the dark of that early morning hallway watching the last of my family walk away from me. Forgetting for a moment that I wasn't alone.

Needless sacrifice. That's what Polly had spoken of. That was the answer the cards had given us when I'd asked them about Sylvie. Needless sacrifice, a rift between two halves. I swallowed down again. There were pinprick tears in my eyes.

"Sonya..." Bonnie's voice was soft, a little gravelly where the long night had worn him out, "c'mon darlin y'look like y'need y'bed."

I turned my head to him when I felt his cool fingers brush my arm. He'd reached out to draw me out of my apparent daydream only to be met with the gleam of fresh tears in my eyes. One look and he could tell the extent of my distress, the way my breath caught in my throat. The fragile way I suddenly felt but was doing my best to keep control over.

"They haven't found her..." I started, my fears confirmed when he shook his head, his eyes pooling with sympathy, a quiet understanding I wasn't used to seeing in the eyes of my brother's men.

"They will," he said, "she's left a trail but... you're tired sweetheart, look at ye you're fallin asleep on y'feet," he offered me an almost smile, something awkward in the way he reached for my hand and tugged me towards him. Something awkward in the way he looked down at me when he had me stood right in front of him, my chin tilted to the ground because I felt too close to look him in the eyes.

He didn't do anything then, just stood there uncertain, his hand held mine but that was it. We just stood still and quiet. He was looking down at me and I was looking down at my socks on waxed wooden floor.

When he looked up at the ceiling he let out a tired sigh. Yawned dramatically on purpose trying to draw a smile from me as he made a point of stretching his arms behind his head.

"C'mon girl," he said quieter even than before, his voice perhaps even more gentle than it had been when he'd first spoken that evening. His fingers linked loosely with mine, a gentle tug on my hand before he let them go. Waiting for me to follow him before he led me back to my bedroom.

In my room he stood by the window looking out at the dark garden. John had turned the floodlights off now and the lawn was shadowed once again, the only light coming from the moon and from a window downstairs where lamplight flickered through drawn curtains.

He reached for the tie to draw mine but my voice stopped him.

"Leave them open," I said quietly, forgetting my manners and wincing when I realised how entitled I'd sounded, "please?"

"Not plannin on sleepin?" He asked leaning in the window, his brow raised, his arms folded as he watched me quietly. I shook my head.

"It's not that I just, always sleep like that..."

"What even in London?" He screwed his face up, "Sonya lass that's mad..."

"No, honest it's nice... our flats near primrose hill so you don't get as much light pollution as you'd think and you can see the trees y'know," I said but Bonnie just smirked and shook his head. Left the curtains open and shunted the window up and open just enough to let the muted lull, the cool air from the garden in. It smelt sweet and autumnal, the first woody tones of a turning season. That was something you didn't get in London, even on Primrose Hill.

"No offense love," he said with a little chuckle, "but that's the saddest thing I've heard all day."

I watched him with a frown, stealing my eyes from him when I felt his on me, felt the amused smile on his lips burn humiliation into me.

"Yeah well," I stiffened, "sorry they don't let us live in tents at my school..." I said cooly, pulling the covers up over my shoulders and shutting my eyes, determined to ignore anything else he said as if he thought he was superior to me.

But if I'd been expecting some kind of sanctimonious lecture I didn't get one and when I heard him move from the window to Sylvie's bed and settle down without another word, I felt a tug of guilt on my heart strings. An anxiety that made it difficult to get to sleep.

We lay in silence for awhile, I wasn't sure if he was sleeping but I knew I couldn't.

My head was too noisy, my thoughts buzzing, tucking and weaving in and out of one another. Sylvia, my brother's, Bonnie, Aunt Pol and that strange dark look she'd given me, full of sympathy, full of warning. Full of knowing because she'd divined something I couldn't yet understand. Knew more about me than I knew myself.

I lay there for too long. Grew conscious of my back aching on the unfamiliar mattress, grew conscious of every blink, every twitch. Grew conscious of my hairs on my arms, on the back of my neck, the hair on my head beginning to itch against the pillow. I couldn't ignore the sensation of cotton brushing my skin. Couldn't tune out of the low crackling sound in my ear canal from being pressed against a pillow.

When I rolled over it all only got worse.

I listened for Bonnie's breathing. Tried to work out whether he was awake.

Even whispered his name once only to be met with silence. Whispered his name again ten minutes later just to be sure, only to be met with an unconscious mumble. He called me Floss and told me to go to sleep. Left me wondering who Floss was as the sun began to rise in the sky. As the milky orange glow washed the garden in a soupy ginger hue which stretched from the trees at the edge of the lawn up the long gravel drive. Touched everything with honeyed morning. Made it look sweet and sticky. Made the garden irresistible to my troubled mind.

So without really thinking I let myself slip from the bed to the floor. Feet touching quiet and gentle on the hardwood as I flickered over the floor to the bedroom door. Opened it quietly, not wanting to disturb the boy asleep in Sylvie's bed. Knowing he'd been up all night with my brother, knowing that looking after the spoiled brat Shelby was probably exhausting enough already, without her waking him up at 5am to go for a swim in the lake her brother had had made especially for her.

I'd been rude to him earlier and now I felt guilty. That's why I let him sleep. Why I snook away downstairs on my own, drifting through the house like a ghost.

The house had that strange early morning half lit, dreamlike quality to it so that as I wandered down the stairs and into the kitchen I felt as if I were only really half awake. As if there were still a part of me lying on my back in that bed upstairs holding Buttons to my chest, gazing at the ceiling wondering why Sylvie had left without saying a word.

I didn't like the way it left a numb weight in the tips of my fingers, how I felt the let down feeling wrap around my spine like a blanket, a kind of cotton wool dulled ache. It didn't hurt, it just felt strange. It just felt like there was something there, something extra.. or perhaps I was confused, perhaps it felt like something which had been there once, had now been taken away.

I opened the fridge and took a bottle of milk from the door, watched myself tilt it, watched my fingers leave a print in the condensation, watched as slowly it filled my cup. I used a match to light the stove and gazed down at the burner wistfully, playing with the dial to make the blue flame burn too hot to fast, the flames growing tall and licking at the side of the pan, only to twist the dial right back down, watch those same flames shrink away, grow timid and tiny.

"Shouldn't play with fire Fen," Polly's voice was a warm break to the quiet, something firmer to hold onto than the hiss of the burner and the simmering of my milk. When I turned around she was standing just behind me, watching my fingers twisting the dial back down to simmering.

I offered her a small smile and shrugged my shoulders but I didn't say a word. I knew she was smirking because I looked like my sister. Knew she was smirking because even when we were apart me and Sylvie would always be entwined one way or another, never quite able to untangle or escape the others shadow.

"Let me make that," she said nodding to the milk, "you're not a girl anymore love, that old recipe won't work the way it used to..." she said her voice laden with meaning, her eyes shadowy when they met mine so that I felt a kindling inside myself. Knew deep inside that she knew too many things I didn't. Too many things about me. "Sit down love."

It was funny how quickly I reverted to the girl I'd been aged five when my aunt Pol had sat up with me late at night brewing a remedy for the bad dreams which had haunted me ever since we'd buried my mother. Funny how I settled down, how I did as I was told.

"What're you putting in it?" I asked leaning forward on my hands to get a look at the chopping board in front of her where she was currently crushing something under the flat of a blade.

"Cardamom, ginger and black pepper,"

"Will it help me sleep?"

"It isn't sleep you need is it girl," she said softly, her voice gentle as she abandoned the wooden spoon in the pan and turned to me. She sat down opposite me then, leant forward in her chair at the table and took my hands in hers. Her hands were warm, her skin a little calloused around her finger joints and when she rubbed her palm slowly over my knuckles I felt a shiver of nostalgia grip me. Felt it reverberate down my spine and leave me with that hollow melancholy. I didn't know what to do with myself, just had to sit there with the feeling and hope that whatever she said next would be a comfort.

"You've been away too long Fen, both of you... should never have let Tommy send you away, should have kept you close after your mam... should have kept you here with the family..."

"We wanted to go Pol," I said quietly, chewing the inside of my cheek, struggling to hold her gaze and choosing to look down at her hands holding mine instead, "bein ballerinas was what we wanted to do... more than anything..."

"Didn't have to make it hurt so much though did we, coulda visited you..."

I didn't say anything then because I didn't want to show her how much it had really hurt. How much it hurt to hear someone say it now.

"Fen do you really think she's gone to Camden?" she asked then. I was acutely aware of the milk in the pan bubbling, acutely aware of the gas burners quiet hiss. I thought about my sister, about the secrets we'd shared with one another the night before she'd disappeared. About Alfie and what he'd said to me when he'd found me fighting my tears down by the lock. He'd wanted to talk to her. Perhaps she'd wanted to talk to him.

And then I thought about myself. Sylvie hadn't told me where she was going. Hadn't shared that secret with me. She must have known I wasn't capable. That of all us Shelbys I was the weak link, the one who didn't really fit. I'd betrayed the family once before already because I'd let my emotions, my desire cloud my mind. I was the emotional one, the one who couldn't be trusted. It was what Tommy thought, what all my brothers thought. Now it was what Sylvie thought too.

So I closed my eyes and ignored the tug in my chest which wanted me to tell the truth.

"I don't know Pol, what did the cards say..." I shrugged trying to dismiss them, feeling a guilt inside because I knew I couldn't.

"Those cards didn't have anything to say about Sylvie," she said letting out a small sigh before she let me go, patted my hands and turned back to the stove stirring the simmering liquid before pouring it into my cup. When she placed it down in front of me the milk was a pale gold shade and the steam which rose from it warmed my cheeks. She took a tea spoon of honey and stirred it in slowly and then she pushed it towards me with a softer smile.

"Sonya love," she started, knowing the answer to her question before she'd asked it, "are you late?"

"Wh..." I started, the tremble in my voice all it took to answer her question so that even when I shook my head and tried to lie she knew.

"Fuckin Sabini bastard," she murmured her hand reaching for mine, her sigh sympathetic when I shook my head.

"I'm not Pol, barely... a week at most but thats normal for me I..."

"Listen love, don't panic alright theres no use in panicking..." she started her voice steady and gentle, her wisdom trying to wrap me up in a comfort but it couldn't. There wasn't a shred of comfort I could take from the world if what she believed was really true...

"I'm not pregnant Pol, its not.. it isn't..." I said standing up sharply only for her to stand too, her tone changing, her whole demeanour changing so that suddenly she was that stern mothering figure from my childhood.

"Listen to me Fen," she said her hand on my arm, "sit down and drink your milk," she said lowering her voice again, she was trying very hard to be gentle and I knew I should have been grateful because had it been my brothers before me now they wouldn't have shown me the same forgiveness. "You need to be calm now love, you need to sit down, you need to drink your drink and then you need to talk to your Aunt Pol alright... ain't gonna work this one out by yourself, y'need your family... you need me."

And she was right, and I knew she was right. That didn't make it any easier to sit down and do as she said. Didn't make it any easier to hold my cup in my hands, steady my trembling fingers and take a sip of the sweet spicy drink.

"Now the ginger is for your immune system... your mam used to put that in your milk when you were young, the cardamom and the pepper, they're for your blood and the honey will keep you well,"

"Pol..." I tried to speak but my voice shook a little, an urgency stuck like a stone in my throat, my mind all stirred up, "Pol I can't be pregnant.."

"Have your drink Fen you'll feel better," she said nodding to the steaming mug once more, waiting for me to do as I was told. Watching me patiently, sympathy lingering behind her eyes.

"I can't be..." I said again desperately trying to work my cycle out in my head, trying to pin point the exact day to find a fault in it, to prove her wrong.

However, though it was true that I wasn't exactly regular, that some months I trained too hard and ground myself down too far that I didn't get a period at all, now that she'd said it, planted the thought, I couldn't shake the feeling. As if she'd simply stated something I already knew.

"I'm not," I said again, only really trying to convince myself, *I'm not Pol some months I don't even..."

"Fen, love what did I tell you eh, drink..." she nodded to the mug which was shaking with my hands, "settle down and then we'll talk... this isn't a disaster, there are things you can do."

But there was nothing to be done as far as I could think. I wasn't pregnant because I couldn't be, because if I was it would fuck with my already fucked up life even more. Because if I was it would be Freddie's child, a Sabini and if I wasn't already seen as the family traitor, I would be now.

So I shook my head and put the mug down, didn't finish my drink and didn't talk to her.

"I don't know where Sylvie is, she didn't trust me with her secrets anymore than the rest of you..." I said only stopping when I felt Polly's hand reach for mine, her fingers entwining with mine though not quite strong enough to hold on. "She knows what I'm like..."

"Just like your mother that's what you're like," murmured Polly, her voice only just loud enough to reach me. Her words freezing me for a second before I let out a long shaky breath, one I struggled to control.

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The lake caught the morning sun with a warm glimmer, a slight sepia shade to the reeds which grew at the edge where the land sloped to the shore of silt and grass tufts.

I sat at the waters edge with my toes in the water, the slight breeze sending little ripples lapping at my feet in soft waves whilst I drew with my fingers in the silt.

Polly hadn't followed me outside and for that I was grateful. She might have thought that she was what I needed then, and maybe if I'd been kept close to the family all those years ago, she could have been. But I hadn't and she wasn't and the only thing I really needed just then was some quiet. A quiet place to sit and wallow in my melancholy. I didn't want her to tell me my problem could be fixed, didn't want her to swoop in and save me.

I just wanted to be left alone. To think about Sylvie, to try and work out where she'd gone, what kind of danger she might have put herself in. To think about Freddie... I hadn't heard from him since that evening when I'd left his flat in little Italy. Since I'd given him the cold shoulder trying not to show him the fear and the tears I was trying to swallow down. I regretted that now too. Being so cold. Turning my head away from him, not allowing him the opportunity to show me his innocence.

Perhaps if I'd stayed a little longer he'd have said something to prove he'd had nothing to do with the hit on Michael. That he wasn't like the rest of his family.

But he was, if I was being honest with myself he was just like the rest of his family. He'd been raised in a tight knit circle just like me. Kept closer than I had been by mine. Been working for his uncle since childhood, slowly climbing the ranks of trust. If he hadn't been like the rest of his family he wouldn't have owned the things he did, the fancy car, the expensive designer clothes. He wouldn't have been able to shower me in precious gifts, all the jewellery he'd given me, all the flowers and presents he'd left in my dressing room at the opera house... all of it was stained the same stain worn by everything my brothers had given me.

But just because he was the same as his family, the same as mine, that didn't mean he didn't love me. Tommy had done evil things before, John and Arthur too, even my aunt Pol had killed before, they all still loved me. So Freddie could too and I had to believe it was true. That he wouldn't betray me the way Tommy seemed so convinced he already had.

"S'a good job you're predictable miss gray..."

Bonnie's voice made me jump and when I flinched he dropped down to sit beside me in the dirt, his eyes flickering over the listless little lines I'd drawn in the silt.

"Haven't exactly got many places to choose from." I said looking up at him with a forced smile, trying not to look as torn up as I felt on the inside.

"Lucky for me eh, your brother woulda skinned me if he'd found ye before I did..."

And suddenly I realised I was being told off and I felt myself squirm with a familiar discomfort, feeling a little small, a little too much like I'd just been reminded which Shelby I was. The naive liability.

"Sorry," I said, "you were sleeping an I didn't wanna disturb you... me brothers kept you up all night."

"As sweet as that may be lass," he said with a wince, his cheeks a little rosy as if he were worried he was about to sound ungrateful, "I'd sacrifice me sleep to avoid the wrath of Tommy Shelby any day, maybe that's just me though eh," he added with a wink before using the tip of his trainer to flick a little water over my feet. His whole demeanor softening in an instant. "What about you though eh, you were up all night an all..."

"I'm used to getting up early," I shrugged, "used to get up before 5 some mornings so I could practice before school, technically this morning I had a lie in..."

"Y'know one of these days Sonya," he sighed leaning back in the grass with his hands behind his head, "you're gonna tell me somet that won't break me heart..." he said with a grin, his eyes lit up teasing me, coaxing a small smile from my lips, more than I'd expected from myself in that torn up state he'd found me in.

"Shut up," I smirked turning away from him, partially to hide the rosy stain on my own face, partially to look out at the lake instead, thinking that watching the ripples would calm me. Lull the unease inside me. The knot in my stomach which had been sitting there for days.

"I know you're worried about Sylvie lass," he said kicking his shoes off, one foot with the other and kicking them to the side, doing the same with his socks so that he too could dip his feet into the lake and feel the cool water on his skin. "She's with Isaiah though and honestly lass... from the looks of it, it's everyone else who should be scared..."

"What do you mean?" I asked inching myself closer to the water, feeling the chill on my ankles, a little relief from the strange numb feeling, the cloak of anxiety.

"I don't know if I'm really meant to tell..."

"You've started now," I cut him off a little more harshly than I'd meant to, "I'm not a child I'm sure I can stomach it..." I said, turning the cold up to ten, the ice in me shocking him so that for a second he was quiet. Had I turned around I'd have seen his smirk, small and impressed... but I didn't so I didn't see it and I carried on thinking that Bonnie saw me just the same as my brothers. Naive.

"eh, I know that lass..." he said with a soft chuckle which left my cheeks burning because I thought he was laughing at me again.

"You said she's left a trail..."

"Aye," he nodded. When I looked back at him his eyes were closed, his hands behind his head, the picture of tranquil. It didn't match the the words which left his lips. "Man who lives up the road from yous has been shot, killed actually... bikes been stolen..."

I didn't say anything though I felt like I had to. Felt like I had to say something just to show him I wasn't scared. That if I stayed silent the way I was, my brow knitted in the middle, he'd think I couldn't handle it, that I wasn't as brave as I'd just told him.

But I didn't know what to say to him.

"Been a break in about half an hour up the road too, someone's cars been had..."

"Sylvie stole a car?" I asked with a gasp, struggling to bite back my laugh, the thought totally astounding to me, my grin contagious because when I looked back at him he opened his eyes, saw my smile and started grinning himself.

"Y'know what with yous being twins I kind thought you might already know..." he said still smiling despite the sudden push in his serious eyes. Like he was waiting for me to confess something to him.

And for a moment I thought I might be about to but it was only when I realised I wouldn't be telling him what he thought he was going to here that I decided to bite my tongue.

Changed my mind again a few seconds later when we drifted into silence and his waiting smile faltered and faded away.

"Don't think I'm that kind of twin..." I said quietly, guilty edge to my voice which caught his attention, which had him propped up on his elbows, watching the back of my head as I spoke to the water and not to him.

"What dya mean?"

"Not like the rest of my family I don't know... all that Romani shit I don't have it..."

"Being close to your family ain't 'romani shit' to be fair lass..." he said with a small chuckle, "knowin your family's hardly exclusive to one set of people like..."

"Don't mean it like that," I said with a self aware smirk, realising I'd said another stupid thing, shown myself to be the uneducated, out of touch girl I really was, "I mean all of it, don't have any of that instinct Pols always talking about, I'm not like my brothers... an even Sylvies stopped telling me things hasn't she... cause I'm not guarded enough... I mean look at me right now, cryin in front of you again... too much like me mam and not enough like the rest of them... got the wrong blood in my veins..." I felt ever so tragic confessing to it all, voicing the suspicion only making it feel all the more real, all the more certain to me.

"Your mam was a traveller wasn't she?" He frowned.

"Well yeah," I said sucking my cheek in, biting until I felt blood, wincing when the taste hit. "Not Romani though an..."

"You're givin a lotta weight to somet you were throwin around as an insult two days ago lass," he said with a grin, definitely laughing at me, gentle though, gentle enough that it didn't really hurt to be laughed at.

"Told you I was sorry for that..." I said quietly, fingers drawing in the dirt as I felt myself growing more selfconcious by the second. The truth that I shouldn't have shown him so much of myself so soon dawning on me. Making me wish I could run and hide again.

The gentle smile he offered when he sat up, hugged his knees to his chest beside me, knocking my foot in the water again, his smirk contagious.

"Ain't necessarily a bad thing not bein like your big brothers y'know... I wouldn't want me sister's to be too much like me."

"Sylvies my twin though..."

"Well no offense lass but if Sylvies just like your brothers, am glad it's you am stuck with." He knocked my arm with his elbow, his smile lighting his eyes up, lighting mine up too so that for a minute I felt lighter. Didn't feel quite so pathetic when I sniffled and dried my eyes on the sleeve of John's pyjama top.

"Glad I'm stuck with you an not Isaiah if I'm being honest..." I said with a smirk, a little flush to my cheeks when he laughed and told me he'd be telling him that.

"Oh," he said suddenly, reaching into his jacket pocket to present me with a flask, "Pol gave me this, said you forgot it..."

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