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theereina · 28 days ago

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Big Mama Pt. 5

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +7.4K 🤦🏽‍♀️

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), angst, P in V, oral (female receiving), Dom!Terry, CNC (roleplay fantasy "r-word")

A/N: I don't know how many parts there will be. However, I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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6 months later ~ Halloween night

“Girl, why the fuck does this man have y'all stayin’ way the fuck out here?” Monica asked while driving. “That's the point. He knows I love the country. Plus, it so fuckin’ peaceful out here,” I said laughing. “’Vana, this is a serial killer's dream. Two black people in the middle of nowhere!” she blurted.

Tonight, we all went to a Halloween party as a group— Monica, Jordan, Terry, and I. The party was thrown at a warehouse downtown. It was fuckin' amazing. I had never had that much fun before. Terry even seemed to really enjoy himself, but he got sick at some point. He let me know that he was leaving early. I offered to go with him, but he declined. After he left, I tried my best to have fun but couldn't stop worrying about him. He wasn't answering my calls or texts which was strange.

I leaned over while sitting in the car. I unstrapped my heels and pulled them off. I was wearing a sexy schoolgirl costume that left nothing to the imagination. We agreed to dress up as a couple with Terry being a nerdy school professor. Our costumes made much more sense when we stood near each other, so I spent most of the night by his side.

Monica drove down the gravel driveway of the large farmhouse. Pulling to the front porch, I realized all the lights were off. It was eerily quiet— almost too quiet. Terry must have actually been sick if he had gone to bed this early. Monica's car came to a stop. She looked out into the field and stared at the barn. “This really is some serial killer type shit!” she said shaking her head. “Shut up!” I said laughing at her remarks. Monica was definitely on edge.

“I'm so done with you,” I said grabbing my heels before getting out of the car. “Just call me or text me. I wanna make sure you're safe. This shit so creepy,” she said scrunching up her nose and looking around. “Okay, scaredy cat,” I said leaning back into the window tickling her neck. “Terry is big and all, but not Texas Chainsaw Massacre big. Be safe!” she said. “Goodnight, whore!” I yelled as I turned and started walking towards the porch. I walked up the steps with the heels swinging in my hand. The front door was left unlocked because Terry had the only key. I opened the door and walked in.

I looked around the open living room in search of Terry. “Terry, baby? Where are you?” I yelled as I turned towards the hallway. Before I could move, I saw something flash across the large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. I couldn't tell if it was a light or a reflection. I stood there for a second to see if it would happen again. Nothing. I shrugged my shoulders and proceeded to walk up the stairs. I was approaching the master bedroom door when I noticed a stain on the floor. It was a puddle of dark liquid. I couldn't tell what it was, but it smelled metallic. I leaned over in front of the door and hovered over the puddle. It looked like— blood.

I leaned up and quickly backed away from the door. I dropped the heels and held my chest. I turned back towards the stairs. I instantly wanted to flee but realized I didn't know where Terry was. “Terry, please. If this is a joke, this a fuckin' sick one!” I yelled from the top of the stairs. I turned back to look at the bedroom door. What if he was in there hurt? Shit!

I slowly walked back up to the door. I placed my hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly. I opened the door slightly peeking around. “Terry,” I said whispering into the room, “I don't like this.” I walked into the room, staying close to the door. I walked towards the center of the room facing the bed. The master bathroom door was cracked open with the light on. There was a smaller puddle at the bottom of this door. I wasn't liking this at all. My anxiety was pushing my heart through my chest. Every breath was feeling like swallowing razor blades. I inched closer to the door as panic was setting in. What if Terry was on the other side of this door? What if he was hurt, what if he was dead?

As I approached the door, I noticed faint marks leading from the puddle and into the bathroom— drag marks. No! I tried my hardest to level my breathing. I placed my hand on the door and pushed it open slowly. I opened the door to find blood splatter all over the bathroom and the tub covered in it. I almost screamed but covered my mouth. I started to back out of the bathroom. My foot stepped into the puddle by the bathroom door, soaking the bottom of my stockings. Tears were starting now.

As I lifted my foot to remove the stockings, there was a loud thud at the bedroom window. I didn't want to look out, but I had to know if it was Terry. I slowly crossed the room. The window had no blinds just a sheer white curtain. I pushed the curtain open lightly to peek but hopefully not be seen. I looked out towards the field at the rear of the house. That's when I saw him— a man. He was holding an axe over his shoulder. He looked like a lumberjack. THIS WASN'T TERRY! I stumbled away from the window unsure of what I just saw. There was no way this was happening. We didn't come way out here for this shit! I slowly leaned back towards the window to look again. This time I didn't touch the curtains.

He was still there, but his head was tilted up facing the window this time. The axe was resting by his side. He slowly raised the axe and slung it onto his shoulder. I could see there was something in his other hand. Before I could investigate further, he pointed towards the window. He could see me! He raised his hand above his hand and slung whatever was in his hand at the window. I ducked behind the wall. The object hit the window with a splat.

I eased away from the window to see blood splatter dripping down. I backed up towards the bed while still facing the window. Holding my chest, I tried to sort out what was going on. Then, I heard the sound of heavy boots thumping on the back porch. He was closer now. That's when I remembered the backdoor couldn't be locked from the inside. Terry had told me this earlier that day. But if the door couldn't be locked, he could just—. Before I could finish my thoughts, I heard the backdoor open and slam against the wall. The last place I wanted to be was in the room he last saw me in because this would be the first place he searched.

So, I slipped out of the bedroom door and hid in the guest room. I could hear his footsteps hitting the stairs as I closed the door. The closer he got; the louder it became. He paused at the top of the stairs. I heard his footsteps lead towards the room I left. While holding my breath, I heard him slowly open and close the door. I instantly began weighing out all my options. I could hide here like the typical dumbass— under the bed, in the closet, or behind a door. Or, I could sneak and hide somewhere else before he sees me.

Fuck it! I was trying my luck with the second option.

I stood near the door and slowly opened it. Peeking out into the empty hallway towards the other room, I turned around and tried to close the door slowly so it didn't creak. I turned back around and began tip-toeing towards the top of the stairs. Before I could get far, I noticed the bathroom door in the hallway open. I had this odd feeling that I was being watched. I didn't want to look, but I was too afraid to make any sudden movements. I pressed my back against the railing while closely watching the opening and the bedroom door of the room I left.

As soon as I reached the banister, I felt a presence behind me. I was right! He had never gone into the bedroom. He rushed from the open bathroom, coming straight towards me. He tossed the axe to the opposite hand with ease. The mask he wore covered his head entirely, so I couldn't see his hair, face, or eyes. I tried to run away from him, but he managed to grab the back of my top. I yanked away from him, causing it to rip. I stumbled down the stairs with him close behind me.

I knew better than to run out the backdoor. There was nothing but acres of open fields. The kitchen wasn't an option either as it was in the back of the home. I ran towards the front door, leaping off the porch. I sprinted for the barn across from the house. It was far, but I had a better chance of finding a weapon to use. The barn door was open. There wasn't an ounce of light inside. Fuck it! It was too late to turn back now. I ran into the barn and hid behind a mountain of hay.

He was cocky. He didn't even run after me; he casually walked. He treated this like it was an everyday encounter. There wasn't an ounce of worry in his demeanor. His shoulders were squared, and his stance was wide. He stood at the barn entrance, searching for any signs of where I went. He knew I was in here.

He rolled his shoulders and neck. He swung the axe back and forth at his side. He turned around, facing the barn door. He walked to the side and pulled the handle for the door. He slid it across the entrance. He was sealing me inside. There was nowhere to run, but the other door. It was closed, but I only needed an opportunity to run and enough gap to squeeze through.

Walking to the corner, he pulled a metal chain across the bar on the door and locked it. Now, I was LOCKED in. I had to get to that back door. I looked around me, but there was nothing. Had I really gotten locked in here with nothing to defend myself?

I eased along the slide of the bales, trying not to make a sound. I was short enough to stay concealed as I moved. I made it to the other end of the barn before he made another move. He was at one end and I was at the other. I realized that I could go for the door. It didn't look too heavy for me to pull.

All I had to do was get to the door, push it open enough to slip through and run. That's it.

I stood as close as I could to the wall. I took a silent deep breath. I peeked around to make sure he was still on the opposite side. I slipped past the hay and ran for the door. I could see him turn to face me. I grabbed the handle and pulled it as hard as I could. It wouldn't budge. I tried to push it again and again. Nothing.

I turned around to see him walking towards me. Oh no! That's when I heard it— the sound of a chain. This door was locked from the outside. There was no way I had just done this. I kept pulling at the door. I flattened my back against it, turning to face him. He wasn't moving any closer. He stood in the middle of the barn with the axe over his shoulder. I knew for a fact that I couldn't outrun him. So, what do I do?

“Please, just leave me alone. My boyfriend's here somewhere!” I yelled holding my arms in front of my stomach. He barked out the most sinister laugh I had ever heard, before stopping abruptly and going silent. “He's dead, you dumb bitch! You didn't get that from the mess upstairs!” he yelled. The world around me began to spin. He had said the quiet part out loud. Terry was dead, and I just didn't want to believe it. “What? I gotta show you his body for you to believe me?” he said walking closer. “No!” I yelled. “No!” he yelled mocking me, “You sound fuckin' pathetic.” I was crying even harder now. No amount of breathwork or grounding would save me from this. I was about to die, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. “So, is this the part where you run again, huh? Save yourself the trouble, pretty girl. Just come here!” he said pointing in front of him using the axe. “Fuck… fuck you!” I said crying.

His body stiffened immediately. His hand gripped the handle of the axe tighter. “I said to c’mere. Right the fuck now!” he barked. I stood where I was frozen in fear. “If I gotta come getchu or you make me chase you, so help me God!” he spat. I pushed away from the door while slowly walking towards him. I had to try something.

As I moved closer to him, I shifted my path to the side of him. I didn't want to get close to him, but did I have a choice? I stopped a few feet from him so I was out of reach. “You do know that if I swing this fuckin' axe I can still hit you?” he said frankly. I looked between us. He was telling the truth. I wasn't stopping shit. If he wanted to get me, he still could. “Come on, pretty girl. Help me, help you. Stand right here,” he said in a calmer tone.

I still didn't move— I couldn't. No matter what I did right now? I was going to die anyway.

I looked down at my feet. “Is it the axe, baby girl? Tell me,” he said tilting his head. I looked up at the axe and trailed my eyes up to his face. I could sense that he was staring at me. “Look at me, lil’ mama!” he snapped. He seemed agitated with my antics, but I didn't know what to do. He was tall and appeared muscular. My short thick ass couldn't outrun him or fight him.

He waved the axe around wildly, slinging it away. It soared through the air and landed on the barn’s upper level. “See. I'm nice,” he said raising his hands. They were empty, but I wasn't stupid. I knew a man like this didn't need weapons when his hands could do damage and kill.

I wasn't any less scared, but oh well. I walked towards him slowly, holding my breath. Once I was in arm's reach, he grabbed my shirt by the knot in the front. It tore in half. He yanked it from my body, exposing my black push-up bra. I threw my hands up to cover my chest. He smacked my hand down. “Move your fuckin' hands!” he yelled, raising his hand as if he were about to hit me again. “I fuckin' dare you!” he grunted through gritted teeth. I dropped my hands by my side, waiting for whatever was coming. Why wasn't he doing anything?

“What do you really want?” I asked. I was tired of this sicko's games. “Does it fuckin' matter? It's not like you got anywhere to go,” he said laughing. He was faking his composure. He wasn't calm at all. His hands were flexing and his shoulders were tensing up by the second. Why did I let Terry talk me into coming out here?

“Arghhh… If you don't fuckin' move!” he yelled. Fear took over, causing me to take a step back. “You know what fuck that?” he said pulling out a pair of leather gloves from his back pocket. He pulled them over his hands and wiggled his fingers. His hands filled the gloves perfectly. He closed the gap between us in two quick steps. His chest was right in front of my face.

I dropped my head. There was no point in running. “Just do it already!” I yelled hitting him in the chest repeatedly. He stood there and took every hit. His body didn't move an inch. Nothing I was doing was even affecting this man. Angered because I was tired of being toyed with, I pushed him in his chest. He shifted a little. I pushed him again. He shifted back a little more. Before I could push him a third time, he grabbed my hands. He held my hands above my head. “Stupid girl. Was that fun for you? Aww, you're fighting the big bad man. How cute?” he said mocking me.

He released my arms. I looked down and rubbed my wrists. I was caught off guard by his hand wrapping around my throat. He lifted my body from the ground and pushed me against one of the posts on the barn. “If you ever put your fuckin' hands on me again, I'll snap your fuckin' neck! Understand?” he grumbled. His teeth were grinding, and his grip was tightening. “Yes!” I managed to squeal out. “That's what the fuck I thought!” he yelled, releasing his grip.

My body hit the ground with a thud. I held my neck. I was sure there was a mark or a bruise. I was leaning over on one side. He squatted down so that he was right in front of me. Reaching to touch my face, he stroked my cheek and wiped my tears. “You're too pretty to be cryin’, girl,” he said tilting his head to one side. He was just hovering over me stroking my cheek. It was as if he was in a trance. I took in a deep breath. He let his hand roam my body. First, he groped my breast. Then, he caressed my stomach. This didn't feel right. Why was he all of a sudden being so gentle— too gentle?

His hand went lower and stopped at the top of my skirt. He looked back up at me while his hand moved down to my thighs. He pushed my skirt up and began dragging his hand along my thighs. “Damn, I know he’ll miss this,” he said moving his hand up towards my pussy. I clamped my thighs shut. No way was he about to touch me there. His face shot up in my direction. One of his hands shot up and slapped me across the face. “Don’t fuckin’ try me!” he said grabbing my chin. Even though I couldn’t see his eyes, I could tell his gaze was locked on my face.

While still gripping my chin and focusing on my face, his hand began moving again. His hand stalled and rested on top of my pussy. He hooked his pointer and index fingers around the crotch of my panties, tugging them a little. He tore them off my body, and I screamed as the fabric scratched against my skin.

I kicked him in the chest as hard as I could. He grabbed my ankle and yanked me towards him. I tried to find something to grab onto, failing miserably. My palms burned from being pulled through the dirt. “Stop, or else!” he screamed, holding my legs down. “Fuck you! If you're going to do it, do it! Bitch!” I yelled slapping him across the face.

I turned over onto my stomach and began attempting to crawl away. He grabbed the back of my legs, pulling me back towards him. I managed to snatch one leg away. He leaned forward and jumped onto my back. His hands flew to the back of my head, pulling my hair so my back was flush to his chest. “Yell! Scream! Go ahead! Nobody can hear you, dumbass!” he said in my ear, yanking my head up. “Let me go!” I screamed.

I couldn't keep fighting him. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I knew only one of us would walk away from this, and it wouldn't be me. “You don't like living do you?” he said pushing me to the ground. My face hit the dirt. A metallic taste flooded my mouth— blood. I lifted my hand and wiped my mouth. I turned over, sitting on my butt. I pushed on my hands to get up. “Sit!” he screamed, knocking me back. I was tired of this shit. I wanted no part of this stupid ass game he was playing.

I pulled my knees into my chest and began crying. “Hell, nah! Shut the fuck up! The fuck is cryin’ gonna do?” he asked while grabbing the back of my head. He used his grip on my hair to pull me down before straddling me. “You know what? Maybe I was wrong. I like the way you look when you cry. Soft. Sweet. Defenseless. Scared. Yeah, I think I like this,” he said cupping my left breast. His hand wandered to my left bra strap. He pushed it down slowly before doing the same to the other side. “Take it off slowly. No need to rush. We got all night,” he said low. I didn't move. What was the point of doing what he said? Prolonging my ending life seemed futile.

He reached behind him and pulled out a hunter's knife. I stared at the blade, tensing up. I placed my hands on his chest, trying to push him away. He grabbed my hands in one of his and held them above my head. He twirled the knife in his hand before pressing it into the front of my neck. The adrenaline in my body was pumping, and my ears were ringing. “Just do it!” I yelled, sobbing. His focus shifted back to my face. I could almost see his features spread into a smile through the mask. “Okay!” he said laughing. I felt the knife leave my skin. The presence of the blade still lingering behind.

With a heavy heart, I closed my eyes. I waited and waited. Every breath seemed to bring me closer to my last. I felt his grip on my hands tighten but still nothing. What was he doing? I wanted to close my eyes but was too afraid of what I might see.

I felt the knife glide across my stomach. I felt the blade rest on the fabric between my bra cups.

rip

He sliced through the front of my bra and began making quick work of the straps as well. I opened my eyes to see him peeling the pieces from my body. My exposed nipples hardened from the crispness of the Autumn air. He raised the knife to my chest, sliding it across my nipples. The cold blade stimulated the sensitive buds. I squirmed underneath him. This was feeling— I don't know. Was I enjoying this, or was my fear driving me insane?

I moved my hands and twisted my wrists. “No,” I whimpered. “No? You sure, pretty girl? I bet if I rubbed my hand through that pussy of yours, she'd be sayin' something else! Wouldn't she?” he said putting the knife back behind him. “Just…,” I said trying to tug away again. It must have annoyed him because it earned me another slap to the face. “Quit the bullshit, baby! Let's see!” he said, placing his hands on the button of my skirt. He unbuttoned and unzipped it quickly. While grabbing both sides of the zipper, he easily tore the mini skirt in half. “Clean! I like that. You came prepared for me, huh?” he said rubbing the mound of my pussy. The fabric of his leather gloves was like ice against my skin. He scooted back on his knees a little so that he was straddling my thighs more than my waist. He stuffed his hand between my legs, palming my pussy. He cupped his hand, trailing it through my folds. He dragged his hand up and down my slit, grazing my clt each time.

I was shocked by what I saw when he pulled his hand out. Cum! What the hell was going on? “Oh! That's lovely,” he said bringing the wet glove closer to his face mask. He drew in a deep breath. “Now, I might not be the smartest man but that looks like arousal to me. Don't it?” he said bringing the glove to my face. “ Yes… no… I don't fuckin' know!” I yelled. “You might wanna admit it, baby. You like this, huh? You dirty slut!” he said stuffing his fingers into my mouth. I gagged at the force.

“Don't say shit! Just suck!” he said, leaning over me. His face was right in front of mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath through the mask. I opened my mouth wider, telling myself to just do it. I sucked on the glove lightly. “You can do better than that! Come on! The better you perform; the longer you may live. Make me proud,” he said, leaning up.

I sucked on the glove again— a little harder this time. He let his finger roam inside my mouth. I let my tongue slither around each finger, causing his dick to jump. I felt it move against my thigh. I looked down to see a tent growing in his jeans. Shit, it was big! Oh, no. I couldn't be thinking like this. What would Terry think of me?

“Don't worry you'll see it soon!” he said drawing my attention back to him. I realized that I had been unconsciously sucking on his fingers. He pulled the glove from my mouth and smeared my saliva all over my face and lips. “Sloppy. I like it!” he said, lightly tapping my cheek. “Imma let yo’ hands go. Don't do no stupid shit, okay?” he said. I nodded my head yes. What the fuck could I possibly do in this situation?

He released my hands. I instantly pulled them to my chest and began rubbing my wrists. “I'm sowwy. I shouldn't have been so rough when you're so soft and…” he said trailing his hands down my chest to cup both of my breasts. The material of the gloves felt smooth against my nipples, causing me to let out a soft moan. He broke from his trance and focused on my face again. I know he heard it. Why was I moaning from this? What the hell was going on with my body?

“Listen to me. If you promise to be nice, I'll let you live. Who knows maybe you can be my sex slave or something!” he chuckled deeply. “As if I have a choice,” I whispered turning my head. “Well, you're right about that. Shall we begin?” he asked clapping his hands. “Begin?” I asked confused. All I could see was his facial features shift under his mask. He was smiling— no he was grinning. A big sinister grin was spread across his face. He was about to enjoy whatever came next.

He lifted his hips and repositioned himself between my legs. He grabbed the back of my knees and pushed them up to my chest using one hand. With the other, he undid his belt buckle and pants. He didn't even care to pull them down completely. I watched as he grabbed his dick at the base. I immediately knew where this was going. I tried to push my legs back down, but even when using one hand he was stronger than me. He leaned over me and slapped his dick on my clit. It was heavy and hard as a brick. “Remember what I said. The better you perform…,” he said letting his thoughts trail off.

In one quick thrust, he was inside me— deep. My arms flew up trying to push his chest. “Don't do that!” he cooed. “Behave. I promise to make it worth your while,” he lulled, dodging my hands. It was like he didn't give a fuck about me fighting back. He was too focused on—. “Fine. Have it your way!” he barked.

He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. With his teeth, he snatched the glove from his other hand. He threw it behind him. I could feel his dick twitching inside me. He grabbed my neck and began pounding into me. I gasped for air. How was he switching back and forth like that? He was nice one second, then aggressive the next. This man was a fuckin’ psychopath.

His hips snapped into my ass. “If you want me to stop, stop me!” he laughed. I knew I couldn't. I had tried and tried again. “Come on! Do something!” he yelled in my face. I was done. My blood boiled and fear went out the window for a second. “Fuck you! Kiss my fat black ass!” I yelled pushing my thighs down as hard as I could. He falls back onto his hands. I used this as an opportunity to scramble away. “Arghhh, you stupid bitch! Tell me what’re you gonna do? Huh? You can't run. You can't hide. No one can hear you!” he yelled waving his arms around. Again, he was right. What the fuck could I do?

I sat there for a minute with my back turned away from him. I was on my knees crying into my hands. Each sob racked through my body. An idea jumped into my head— this would either kill me or save me. I didn't know what to do, but I did know what I had to do. ONE FINAL TRY.

I turned on my knees to face him. “So, you're saying that… if I… if I let you do it, you'll let me live?” I asked gasping for air in between sobs. “I'm a man of my word, love,” he said sweetly. I covered my body, waiting for his next move. “Fine! Just do it,” I said getting on my hands and knees and slowly crawling toward him. I was a few feet from him when he told me to stop. I looked up to see him twirling his finger. “Turn around. You're pretty and all, but I'm sick of your face,” he spat with disgust. I turned around and sat on my knees.

He climbed behind me. His presence alone swallowed my frame. I was a big girl, but that meant nothing right now. He pushed me forward. “Ass up, face down. Don't make me repeat myself!” he yelled smacking my ass. He was sitting between my knees with his hands by his side. I got on all fours in front of him. I heard him scoff and grunt. “Fix ya’ arch. If I gotta fix it, you're not gonna like it. Let's go!” he yelled.

I arched my back and pushed my ass into the air. Without realizing how close I was, my ass grazed his dick. He growled in response. I looked over my shoulder at him. “What the fuck did I say? I don't wanna see ya’ face. Turn around!” he yelled popping my ass again. I screamed out in pain.

“Oh, shut up! It didn't hurt!” he said laughing at me. I started to sit up, but he pushed me back down. “What you movin’ for? I'm just kiddin’,” he said playfully. This man was confusing the hell out of me. How did he expect me to react? There was nothing funny about this. I moved away from his hand before he could react. “Alright, damn! I'm sorry. You know what? No, I'm not. I'm sick of your shit, you disrespectful bitch! I’ve tried being nice to you, but you don't seem to give a fuck. Why should I?” he snapped while grabbing my hair. His other hand forced my ass to meet his hips. “We're gonna learn that attitudes don't work around here!” he said thrusting back inside of me. I could feel the thickness of his dick inside me. It was clear that this was turning him on.

I felt his hand slide up my back to my shoulder. He was pulling me back on him now. He was pounding into me like I was a sex doll. I could feel my pussy beginning to ache already. As if he could sense my discomfort, he paused. Letting go over my hair and shoulder, he placed both hands beside me. He was on top of me now. Fuck! I needed to get on my back.

He began to grind his hips into me slowly. What was he doing? He leaned over so that his mouth was near my ear. The mask was warm from his breath. “Better?” he asked seductively while fucking into me. It was as if his voice had changed, and lust had taken over. It wasn't raspy anymore. It was deep and soft— smooth like velvet. “Answer me. Is this better?” he asked, pulling his dick out to the tip. “Yes,” I moaned out. It was like I couldn't control it. It was starting to feel good. “Yeah, that's what I wanna hear,” he said, pushing his dick back in. He was kissing my cervix and bottoming out with every stroke. He was honestly fucking so well. I hated this. I wasn't supposed to enjoy this, but I couldn't help it. His dick felt amazing inside me. Every stroke felt like— love. How?

“That's right. Take it. You got it,” he said. My eyes started to roll in the back of my head as I could feel his dick swelling inside me. He leaned back up and grabbed my hips. The movement of his hips was slow and—. “Ahh, shit! Wait!” I said putting my arms out to the side. I flattened my body against the ground. I was yearning for something to grab. My hands dug into the dirt of the barn floor.

“Come on. I'm so close, baby. Fuck!” he said quickening his pace. His hips were snapping into me at this point. I could feel the gentle caress of his balls slapping my clit. “This pussy is mine!” he groaned, fisting the hair at the back of my head. He pressed my head into the floor.

As his hips shifted to pound down into me, he brought one leg up so that he was kneeling. My pussy began to clench around his dick. I could feel my climax approaching. The wetness of my pussy was working against me. He was sliding in and out of me with ease. My pussy was begging for a release. I needed to cum so that I could come to my senses.

His dick was throbbing inside of me. Oh, he was close, and I wanted him to c—. No, I didn't want that. I didn't want him to do that— not inside me, but it was TOO LATE! His hips snapped into my ass with force. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him. He held me there, releasing every ounce of his nut inside of me.

“Ahhh, fuck! That pussy was nice. Can I keep you?” he asked letting go of me. I let my body collapse onto the ground. “One more,” I said turning to face him. “What?” he asked confused. “I didn't finish. I wanna cum,” I said pouting. I needed him to trust me because I needed this plan to work. “Can't get enough, huh?” he said, pushing me on my back. I let my legs fall open so that he could see just how wet my pussy was. I needed him to lose focus.

“Oh, you nasty slut. You like this shit! Don't you?” he asked, slapping his dick on my clit. He rubbed his dick through the mixture of our cum that was spilling out of me. He sat his dick at my entrance. “Beg, bitch! You want it so bad. Beg for this dick!” he growled, holding his dick at the base. Pride was out the door at this point. There was no turning back. “Please, I need it. Make me cum. That's all I want. Just make me cum. You..,” I said but before I could finish he forced his dick inside of me. “Ahhh!” I said moaning out.

As much as I wanted to hate this, it felt so good. His dick was hitting every spot and scratching every itch. My pussy was creaming around him, and I was leaking like a faucet. He leaned over me, placing his hands on both sides of my head. I could hear our hips slamming into each other. I rubbed my hand up his chest. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. I could feel every breath he took on my face.

He threw his head back in bliss. I was chasing two dragons at once— an orgasm and the key to my freedom. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. I could feel my orgasm approaching. “I'm about to nut!” I yelled, gripping the back of his head. I placed my head on his shoulder. I could see it. IT WAS RIGHT THERE! I let my orgasm take over and began clenching and unclenching my walls to push him into his. His strokes got sloppy, and his hips stiffened. He dropped his head on my shoulder, letting his weight fall onto me. This was it— my only chance.

I slid one of my hands down his back while keeping the other pressed to the back of his head. “Stay in me, please,” I begged. I didn't need him to move. As my hand got closer to his waistband, I felt it— the knife! I gripped the handle and pulled it from his waistband. I pulled my legs under me so that they were pressed against his chest and kicked him as hard as I could. Knife in hand, I jumped on him before he could react. Pressing the knife against his throat, I began to speak. “Tell me why I shouldn't?” I yelled. “Because…,” he said, struggling to find an answer. “Take off the mask!” I demanded. “What?” he asked. “You heard me! Bitch!” I yelled back, pressing the knife deeper into his neck. I could feel his heart racing. Wasn't shit funny to him now. “Aight, damn!” he yelled while slowly removing the mask. His hands tossed the mask away from us.

What a sight?! I leaned in closer, turning the blade on its side. “Any last words?!” I snarled. He lay there quietly. “None. Fine with me!” I said, fisting the knife. “I just hope you know how special you are, Mama. Oh, and my girlfriend gone kick yo’ ass!” he screamed.

“Terry!” I said pouting. He grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss. “All you had to do was keep acting scared. Dammit!” I said pushing away from him. I was straddling his waist with my arms folded across my chest going into full brat mode. “I'm sorry! You said the code word for ending the scene, Mama. How was I supposed to know you wanted to keep going?” he asked grabbing my chin. “You ruined the fun,” I said dropping my arms. “Did I though?” he asked taking one of my nipples into his mouth. “You still got one more in you?” he asked, releasing my nipple from his mouth. “How the fuck am I supposed to say no?” I asked leaning in to kiss him and dropping the knife.

He placed his arm around my waist and lifted my hips. He reached his hand between us, guiding his dick inside me. “Ouu, shit!” I moaned into his mouth. “Come on, Mama. You got it. Make Daddy proud!” he said smiling. I pushed him back onto the ground. “Here comes, Big Mama!” I yelled, giggling. I hopped onto my feet and started bouncing on his dick. My hips smashed down into his. I leaned over and began kissing his neck. “Let me have it, Mama. Let's go!” he yelled, smacking my ass. Terry let out the sweetest moan as his head dropped back. His eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Fuck, I couldn't help myself. Look at him. Eyes rolling. Toes curling. Moaning to the gods. Yeah, I did that! Me!

“You like that? Huh?” I asked, placing my hand on Terry's neck. I pressed down on the front of his throat. Terry's eyes shot open and his hand reached for mine. “Don't you fuckin' dare!” I said, slowing down my hips and gripping his dick with every grind. “Fuck!” Terry said letting his hands fall. “Nah, look at me. Ain't that what you said?” I taunted while gripping his neck even tighter. “Ahh, fuck. I love you!” he screamed out. “Yeah, I wanna hear that shit. Eyes on me!” I said, mocking him. His eyes opened slowly as his breathing became ragged. I could feel his heart racing under the palm of my hand. I held the grip on his neck with the other.

The sound of my ass colliding with his hips echoed through the barn. “Give me it, Daddy!” I said, releasing his neck. I sat up straight and began to ride Terry like the stallion he is. “Ahh, that's… oh, fuck! Here it comes!” Terry said, grabbing my hips and holding me in place. His hips froze as he squeezed my waist. I felt every drop of his cum paint the inside of my walls. I giggled into my hand and said, “Oh, I'm not done!”

Terry's face was overcome with shock. “You heard me,” I said, rocking my hips. “Fuck it. It's all you, Mama,” he said, collapsing backward. “Oh, I know!” I said cockily. That's when I noticed Terry was smirking. “You just don't know when to stop, huh?” he said grabbing my hips and lifting me off of him. He pushed my body over his chest so that my pussy was directly over his mouth. His tongue immediately found my clit. I was definitely about to cum from this. His mouth covered the sensitive bud as he sucked.

I felt his hands rubbing and squeezing my ass. I fell forward and began grinding against his face. I felt Terry's lips curl into a smile. “I'm about to cum,” I announced loudly. Terry popped my ass and held me down, encouraging me. His tongue slithered along my entrance. He was missing it on purpose, teasing me. I whined like a bitch. Moans were leaving my mouth repeatedly. His tongue finally found its way into my pussy. I clenched as I felt my orgasm approaching. “Ah, fuck!” I yelled, leaning up and straddling Terry's face. He removed his tongue and began sucking on my clit again. That's what did it. I came all over Terry. “Ugh… mmm. Fuck, Daddy!” I moaned through my orgasm. I could hear him laugh from underneath me. “Damn you!” I yelled, climbing off of Terry's face. “I love you, too. Mean ass!” he said. “I guess I love you,” I said, laughing while leaning over to kiss Terry’s lips.

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mattykay · 9 months ago

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Please? - Rodrick Heffley x Ftm Reader

This is heavily based of my cai bot I made. Hope you like it.

Features: sub!reader, dom!Rodrick, light spanking, degrading + praise, p in v, use of 'boypussy' used, stoner (implied) reader, weed, and very very horny Rodrick.

All Rodrick wanted was to keep his van. But due to his lack of focus and dyslexia, it was hard to have good enough grades to keep it.

Frank and Susan suggest Rodrick find a tutor, or find another way.

He tried cheating, getting answers from his friends, paying other kids to do his tests, none of it worked.

So when he begrugingly asked you an honors english student for tutoring, it was a bit out of left field. But because of the decent amount of money he offered you couldn't find it in you to turn it down.

So you began tutoring him at his house, Tuesdays and Thursdays, 3:45 to 5:00. Dear god did he hate it.

He never disliked you, but your carefree attitude irked him to no end. Sure, Rodrick was lazy and liked that you weren't a hard ass about anything, but the fact that everything came to you easily pissed him off.

He looked over to you from where he laid, sprawled out on the old wood floors of his messy bedroom. His brows then furrowed as he looked at one of the words on your computer screen, the letters jumbling as he tried to focus.

"What does that word say?" He asked with a huff. You turned to the screen. "Basically." You said, making sure not to treat him like he was stupid. Rodrick cocked a brow, his lips forming a light annoyed frown. "Basically what?" He asked, twirling the beaten yellow pencil in his fingers. You chuckled at his agitation. "The word is basically, Rodrick." This made him scoff, but as his eyes fell on your lazy smile he felt himself smile too.

Rodrick was like every horny teenager, "Can we take a break?" He asked smugly. After getting a nod from you he tilted his head. "Let me hit your cart?" The dark haired boy asked. "Absolutely not." You shot back nearly instantly. Rodrick pouted, "Cmon.. please?" He asked, trying his best puppy dog eyes.

You shook your head, taking a light hit from your cart. You smirked as you watched his nose scrunch with want. He inhaled the light sent of weed and whatever flavoring your cartridge had inside. His eyes lit up. You could see the gears turn in his head. He wanted weed, and he wanted you. He knew how to get both.

So the next hit you took, before you could exhale his lips were on yours. You felt his tongue make its way in your lips to battle with yours. Your hands tangled in his shaggy hair nearly instantly and his fingertips dug into your hips.

Before you knew what was happening you felt Rodricks lean arms push you to your feet. He barely broke the heated kiss to do so. Rodrick laid you out on his bed, feeling his plush mattress move beneath the two of you. His lips began to suck and bite at your neck, relishing in the pathetic noises that left your lips.

Rodrick began to unbutton your pants without even thinking to ask. You felt your core ache shamefully.

When he got your pants and boxers off, leaving you in your shirt he gazed down at your dripping pussy. A shit-eating grin came across his face.

"Been wanting this, huh?" He cooed, one hand gripping your thigh. You could feel every bump and callous on his hand. His other hand stroked lightly up and down your dripping heat. "Dirty little slut." He said harshly despite his smile. "You're lucky I've been dying to taste some boypussy." Rodrick purred, licking your slick from his fingers.

You ached, bucking your hips up at him. "Rodrick, please." You begged so pathetically. Rodrick was the last person you'd ever imagine wanting. Not to mention begging for.

He chuckled in a way that made you clench your pussys walls. "Only because you're begging like a good boy." He said, rubbing circles on your clit. He rid himself of his shirt and pants, slipping his cock out of his boxers. You felt like drooling.

Even more so when he pushed himself inside you, not even bothering to tell you or be nice about it. He gave you a few thrusts like that before flipping you over, fucking you deeply from the back. "Fuck- You fucking slut.." He hissed and he buried himself deep inside you. "Couldn't even bother to ask to suck my cock? You're pathetic." Rodrick spat through his labored breath, reaching forward to grab your hair, spanking you quickly with his free hand.

His face lit up as he felt you clench around his length when his hand met the meat of your ass. "Yeah? You fuckin' like that?" He laughed as he spanked again. You whimpered, feeling your orgasm build as his hand moved from your ass to your clit. His nimble fingers toyed with the sensitive bud. "Rodrick-! I-I'm-"

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up and take it." He said, burying himself deeper inside you than you thought anyone ever could. "Take my cock like a good boy. Cum f'me baby." He said, speaking a little sweeter now.

It drove you to the edge. You felt your walls clench around him. "Yeah.. Yeah- Such a good boy.." He groaned into your ear as you felt his hot seed cover your walls.

Rodrick pulled out, laying down next to you. He gently wiped excess cum from your thighs. "I think I like our sessions a little more now." He said, a surprisingly sweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

This was my first fic, I hope you enjoy it.

#ftm reader #ftm ns/fw #ftm sub #rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #rodrick smut #smut #trans nsft #mlm nsft #mlm

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kellachfromthewoods · 1 year ago

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hey, do you want to RP with kell's scrimblo bimblos?

I should rekindle my interest in the game with some gosh danged RP, so here's a short introduction of who I got and some hooks to get you more interested!

Kellach Woods - Adventurer, Masked "hero", Explorer of the Unknown (Balmung) The main man. The masked wonder himself. The lad what casually breaks the laws of aetherology by his very existence, more often than not to his detriment. Married, currently helping out his husband as a healer in Gridania as essentially a healing echo person or to diagnose the source of injuries. A lean, mean, weapon-swinging miming machine.

You need to investigate some ruins/forgotten lands/abandoned areas/anything dangerous and need extra muscle.

You need someone to investigate something for you, and unfortunately Hildibrand Manderville does not have time to take your request.

You want something to do with Ul'dah's coliseum and need a man on the inside.

You caught wind that there are several authorities who want him captured and/or monitored for reasons ranging from the frivolous to the deadly serious.

Einrich Woods - Scholar, Atoning Reaper, Former Garlean genocide apologist (Balmung)

Brother to the above and one of the last two remainders that their people existed. Got a bit too involved with the Ala Mhigan war and committed acts that even the Resistance thought went too far, and eventually the guilt of which led him to an exiled Garlean Reaper who taught him the arts as he needs a power greater than his scholar infections to properly atone.

You've heared of the Diabolos' Rogues' actual plans and have learned their leader is still out there

You do not like the idea of more Reapers and want to perhaps end him for it

You found his heavily annotated Medica Thavnairica with notes on aether infections and want to know more (for whatever reason)

Someone you know was a victim of one of his experiments, or seeking justice for those

P'rih Maahl - Summoner, Theologian, Tribal quipper (Balmung)

A young mi'qote lass who seeks to learn of the tribal gods in order to catalogue their different aspects and historical summonings in what she dubs the Primal Primer. Had a close encounter with Ifrit that left her with enough aether to summon an Egi which led to her trying to figure out how to call upon the full power of the beasts without the whole pesky aether drain.

You need cultural insights on the different tribes of Eorzea and beyond.

Someone summoned a Primal and you need someone who's been proven to not be tempered as there is a porxie shortage

You're a member of the off shoot of the P tribe she was banished from, or a different P tribe member who wonders why she's not busy nurturing children.

You heard a friendly voice dispensing folk wisdom with quotes from her tribe (which you think are made up) and figured you wanted to check out what was going on.

Kazuhiro Liangshan - Mystic Ronin, Master of the Empty Sword, Can't remember a thing about his style (Balmung)

A hingan Raen who worked the fields yet during a skirmish that threatened to slaughter his village, he picked up a stray katana and inexplicably began to slaughter, as the inheritor to a style that is more mystical than practical, as he can use it innately, but cannot teach it nor write its forms.

You have somehow heard of the Mu no Ryu style exhibited by this peasant turned ronin and want to seek it out for some reason.

You spot a face-painted red Raen with a pompadour and may be wondering why this look.

You are both tasked with protecting the same person.

You are both drinking in the same establishment.

Maleiscion Ornedwesfv - Dark Knight, Cursed Child, Idiot (Balmung, Zalera)

An exile from his Viera tribe due to a curse that made him ill-suited for male viera tribal lifestyle and other things, he cast himself out at a young age and ended up wandering to Ishgard, where he encountered Dark Knights and found that he could use his "curse" to help the downtrodden. Of course, his curse is just an aetherogenetic anomaly and not actually magical in any way, but he won't let that stop him.

You need a Dark Knight to enact justice on the untouchable.

He is a male viera in an urban area, which should be a curiosity alone.

You seek to cure his curse, yet it keeps resisting all attempts (because it does not exist, and perhaps you should be the one to tell him).

You are a member of said tribe who wishes to commiserate on a potential shared past.

That's what I got, I do have more but that's what I remember at the moment.

#ffxiv rp #balmung #zalera

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koishua · 3 years ago

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────── 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍

≡ ⌕ 𝚑𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚜://𝚠𝚠𝚠.𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚐.𝚌𝚘𝚖

it was his idea exploring the brand new city you'd both moved into, but apparently he hadn't taken how serious the afternoon buzz of people out on the streets would be. with everyone hustling and bustling about, not losing sight of the person next to you would be impossible. you had already drifted apart from each other twice from how packed the main street was, even with linked arms and all. the third time, he meticulously laced each one of his fingers on his right hand with your right hand, standing right behind you with his left hand on your shoulder to guide you through and out of the way too crowded street. it should be obvious that next time, you chose the location, because obviously your boyfriend couldn't be trusted with these things.

≡ ⌕ 𝚑𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚜://𝚠𝚠𝚠.𝚓𝚊𝚢.𝚌𝚘𝚖

your letter had arrived and you were having a hard time gathering the courage to just open that email, trembling from the nerves, whether it was excitement or dread. he would rush over as soon as he'd heard you on the phone, rambling about your worries and would arrive in time to plop right behind you, your laptop on your lap as you leaned back on his chest, one hand desperately squeezing his as you both wait and read through the content with baited breaths. he'd rest his chin on your shoulder and slowly, he'd come to the realisation that you'd been accepted and he'd yelp with joy and quickly press a kiss on the back of your hand that was intertwined with his own.

≡ ⌕ 𝚑𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚜://𝚠𝚠𝚠𝚠.𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚎.𝚌𝚘𝚖

game nights, movie marathons— things of those kind were a regular occurrence in your relationship. one night, you'd be watching the newest episode of your favourite sports anime and you were anxious about the outcome of the match the protagonist's team was in. during one of the most stressful parts of the match that you and jake were both heavily invested in, he'd grab your hands and squeeze them tight, praying that his favourite character would win. when the episode ended with your team winning, you'd both jump up and down, high-fiving and aggressively shaking each others' hands while squealing with glee.

≡ ⌕ 𝚑𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚜://𝚠𝚠𝚠.𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚗.𝚌𝚘𝚖

skating dates weren't uncommon in your relationship, given how he was a professional in the field and it was fun learning things from your boyfriend. that evening, he took you on an outdoor ice rink, which had opened solely for christmas season, so it was decorated with pretty lights and decorations. you wobbled in your place while waiting for sunghoon to put on his skates and he came just in time to rescue you from your plight, intertwining your gloved fingers together and leading you gently along the side of the rink until you were comfortable enough without his help. he would never forget to give you a mini heart attack by abruptly letting your hands go, though. it was a regular prank he liked to pull, always apologizing with a cute laugh afterwards when you scold him.

≡ ⌕ 𝚑𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚜://𝚠𝚠𝚠.𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚘.𝚌𝚘𝚖

being a student meant that both of you were busy most of the time with school assignments, but for some reason, your teachers had lost whatever sense of mercy they already had so little of and loaded you up on even more homework. with that, you had blown off your boyfriend's attempts at gaining your attention and affection, burying yourself nose deep in textbooks and whatnot. he would sulk for a moment or two and give you the silent treatment for daring to ignore him like that, but then he'd get the lovely idea of just latching onto your non-dominant hand and playing with your fingers until you were done with your work.

≡ ⌕ 𝚑𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚜://𝚠𝚠𝚠.𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚘𝚗.𝚌𝚘𝚖

being in a relationship with jungwon came as easily to you as breathing did. everything felt so natural with the awkward, yet still charming and charismatic boy. all but one thing, however. public displays of affection, even the smallest kind like holding hands made you just feel odd and shy, so that is the reason why you were in the predicament you were in— hanging out with a bunch of your classmates in mcdonalds, waiting for one of your friends to come back with your orders, hands linked together under the heavy wooden table. completely out of the others' sight, he'd have your hand in a comfortable, reassuring grip on his lap.

≡ ⌕ 𝚑𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚜://𝚠𝚠𝚠.𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚒.𝚌𝚘𝚖

honestly, being best friends with someone who constantly got himself into so much trouble all the time wasn't that bad. at least you got your regular dose of cardio exercise out of it while running away from a bunch of angry older dudes with him— not that you were ever really involved in his shenanigans that would get people so angry with him. currently, you were dashing through the back alleys of the city in hopes of throwing off the gang of bullies, hand in hand like the "partners" in crime you were. his grip would be firm, intent on never losing you behind. you'd always complain whenever things ended up this way, because it's not like you'd ever admit that you liked holding his hand to his face.

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bump1nthen1ght · 4 years ago

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Year of the Ox (Minotaur x Reader)

Pairings: Gender Neutral!Reader/M!Minotaur

Genre: Fantasy, Friends to Lovers, First times

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only) ahead

Word Count: 3243 words

Summary: On the night of the annual new year's festival, you decide to treat your Minotaur neighbor to some new experiences.

“____, have you finished rolling those croissants yet?” The exasperated sound of your mother’s voice bounces off the small kitchen walls, shocking you out of your daydreaming and jerking your body into motion. On the counter besides you lies 40-something flat triangles of pastry, only one half-rolled into a semi-decent croissant shape.

“Uh, almost!” You yell towards the living room, scrambling to the cutting board.

“Those croissants have to be ready by tonight, darling! We can’t be the only family not bringing something to the festival!”

“I’m on it right now, ma!” You shout, pushing up your sleeves as you begin to roll.

It’s not as if the task is difficult, only mindless, the kind of busy-work that forces your mind and eyes to wander. Wander to the open window above the sink, right into the neighboring field of crops. Right where your next-door neighbor and friend, Gavin, is tilling the field.

Frankly, this shouldn’t be an issue. A couple of years ago, when you were saddled with this exact task on this exact day, you’d send Gavin a wave and be on your merry way. Maybe the two of you would shout a couple sentences to each other, making small talk about tonight, but that was it.

But now, your brain willingly deep fries itself with every glance, every peak, out onto his family’s property.

Although the winter has brought some chill, farming is still backbreaking work, one that leaves Gavin slicked with sweat and giving the occasional grunt as he digs in a shovel or hoe. His top button is undone, revealing a toned, chestnut fur-covered chest. And those pants, my god those pants, seemed to hug every perfect curve of his thick legs and butt, his long tail swaying back and forth as he worked. Every noise he makes sends a shiver down your spine.

To say Gavin underwent a “growth spurt” in the past year would be an understatement by a landslide. At only 23, he now stood over two heads above you, with a giant set of horns and a barrel-like chest. His thighs easily doubled the size of yours and his arms looked like they could rip a lumber log right in half.

Your hands continue to roll nothing but air as you find yourself lost in the contours of his muscular back, which push and pull under his shirt, giving a good picture of what lies behind the fabric. He pauses, straightening his posture and letting out a long sigh as he stretches his back, wiping a bit of sweat off his brow. You think there might be drool coming out of your mouth, a pool of saliva you nearly choke on when he whips around, looking right at you.

As if nothing has changed, Gavin sends you a big smile, waving enthusiastically. You stick up a flour-covered hand and try to look composed.

Gavin perks up, making a rolling motion with his hands and mouthing “Croissants?”

You nod, giving him a thumbs up.

He cheers silently, clenching his fist like you just told him he won the lottery. Your family makes these croissants every year, but every year Gavin acts like it’s the greatest surprise of the season. It’s very sweet, like everything else about him.

Gavin gives you another smile and goes back to working, leaving you to pine all by yourself. You force yourself to focus on the task at hand, but even when he finishes and heads back inside, Gavin still works inside your brain.

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Despite the small size of your town, the New Year’s fireworks never fail to be bigger and better than ever. It’s the one night of the year every dad is allowed to go hog wild, setting off every new, home-made firework-abomination they’ve cooked up during the holidays. But as the fireworks fire off, the blasts resonating through the shaky barn walls and their glow flashing in between the wooden boards, all you can focus is on Gavin. Gavin whose hand is on the small of your back, whose muzzle is frantically planting kisses down your neck, and whose chest you’re gripping onto for dear life as your bodies grind against each other. His hot breath sends shivers down your spine as you press your hips even closer into his, electricity weakening your news as a tell-tale bulge presses against your crotch.

With your mind hazy, you barely remember how you got here. You weren’t quite crotchety enough for your parents and a little too boring for your younger siblings, so you and Gavin often drifted away and hung out together on the New Year’s Festival. The night had been going normal, taking swigs of a spiked apple cider and wandering around the fairgrounds, although you were dressed a little nicer than usual, when Gavin lamented about having no one to kiss at midnight. A little bit of alcohol, a flirty remark from you, and things seemed to spiral from there. In no time at all the two of you had run over to his family’s barn, minds locked in a singular haze of passion.

But the why and the how mattered very little to you at the moment, especially with Gavin’s left palm slowly sneaking it’s way down to your butt, hovering over your backside hesitantly. You lean into Gavin for another kiss and grab his wrist, slapping it down on your butt and urging him to squeeze.

Even through your jeans, Gavin’s hands are rough. His fingertips just barely touch your thigh as he squeezes your cheek once more, his palm large enough to easily grab most of your ass. Gavin continues to knead until his knees hit the back of a huge hay bale, causing him to throw one of his hands back to steady himself.

It’s only when sitting that you and Gavin are face-to-face, his large thighs stretching out his work pants as you slot yourself in between and run your hands up the denim. But Gavin wastes no time in picking you up by the back of your legs and plopping you onto his lap. You rush to find his lips again, meeting Gavin halfway as you sloppily paw at his shirt, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, desperate for the feeling of his fur and muscle under your fingers.

Mind still foggy, you work up the resolve to pull away and begin tugging at the bottom of your dress shirt, untucking it from your pants and pulling it up, right until-

“Oh, shit, ____, uhm….”

You pause, peaking your head out of your shirt collar, arms still raised. Gavin looks at you, rays of moonlight catching off his horns as he breathes heavily, trying to find the words. His eyes dart from your face, your body, to somewhere in the distance as he fidgets. You slowly pull your shirt down, pressing a hand against his cheek. “Is everything alright? We can stop if you-”

“No! No, I don’t want to stop. Definitely not. I mean, uh, if you want to stop we can, I just-”

You thumb brushes over Gavin’s cheekbones, reaching up your forefinger to sweep away the stray hairs that had fallen over his eyes. This time of year his coat is extra thick, Gavin’s hair a curly mess of locks that fall just past his snout. You could never decide which look you prefer; When he pulls his hair up into a work-bun, or when he lets it messily hang over his shoulders. But in this moment, all you can focus on are Gavin’s beautiful brown eyes, even as he avoids your gaze.

“I’ve never done this before.”

Gavin clenches his eyes shut, wincing for an oncoming reaction.

“...Oh.” You mutter, blinking quickly as you mull over this revelation. Gavin looks at you from under his eyebrows, a strong blush traveling up his neck and onto his cheeks. “Not anything? With anyone?” Gavin shakes his head. His hands play with a stray piece of hay, betraying his anxiety.

You’re shocked, Gavin is one of the most handsome bachelors in town, one you’ve been pining after for months now, but try not to let it show. While you yourself aren’t necessarily a connoisseur of sex, you’ve still had your fair share of encounters, even in your small hometown.

You quickly realize you’ve left Gavin alone with his thoughts for a solid 30 seconds, right after he told you something he is clearly nervous about. Shaking yourself out of your stupor, you straighten your posture and stand up. Gavin’s eyes follow you, small hints of fear and anxiety within them. You lean down and give him a long kiss on the lips, before pulling away and whispering in his ear.

“I want to make you feel good. Would that be okay?”

Gavin gulps, nodding against you, fingers digging into your blouse as you press another kiss behind his ear. Then on his jaw, and slowly move down his neck, leaving a trail of affection until you hit his collarbone.

You pull away and Gavin moves to sit up, but you press a solid hand on his chest and press him back down, sliding down his thighs and onto your knees. Gavin gulps as your hand travels down his abdomen, fingers dancing on his happy trail before lightly tracing over his growing hard-on. Once you’ve reached his crotch, you take your time squeezing and admiring Gavins muscular quads, not bothering to hide how aroused he’s made you. You want him to know how hot he is, how desperately you want to ravish him, have him ravish you.

Your eyes focus on his bulge, licking your lips as you slowly tip-toe your fingers to his zipper.

“If you need to stop, let me know okay? Seriously, I want you to feel comfortable.”

Gavin shakily nods, letting out a surprised groan as you palm his cock through the denim. He throws his head back as you slowly undo the zipper with one hand, the other continuing to tease and rub his dick as his boxer briefs are revealed. You slowly lean down and press a kiss to his groin, forcing another low moan out of him. Behind him, you hear the flicks of his tail against the hail bale as you give his dick another kiss. With slow movements, you finally pull on his underwear down to the top of his thighs, revealing his cock.

You had expected Gavin to be….well-endowed. But my god, nothing could compare to seeing it in person. It’s long, thick, the tip of it hitting just underneath his belly button as it presses up and out of his boxers. His balls are also large, carrying a familiar sweaty musk from long days of farmwork. Saliva begins pooling in your mouth.

Apparently you got lost in your own thoughts, staring at his cock and pondering in what way it could fit in any part of you, as Gavin sucks in a deep breath and asks,

“Is it-Are you good?” His whispers, voice trembling with pent-up pleasure. You give a wordless nod, snapping yourself out of your own self-consciousness and lock eyes with Gavin. He may have the dick of a sex-god, but this was still his first time. You send him a reassuring smile.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. Your cock is really nice.” Gavin’s whole face flushes an even darker shade, his ears twitching and his tail flicking with embarrassment.

“R-really? U-uhm, thanks. I guess I never-hngh!” Gavin’s front lurches, his throat tripping on coherent sentences as you press a kiss to the base of his cock, hand’s running up to his inner thighs. You pull back, but only an inch.

“Was that okay?”

“Y-yes, yes, yeah that was-uhng-that was good.” Gavin stammers, throwing a hand through his long hair. It brings a small smile to your face. “C-could you do it again?”

You nod once more, pressing a longer, slower kiss to Gavin’s cock. A hot stream of air pushes out of his nose and he stutters a low ‘fuck’ as you slowly begin to lick up the underside of his dick. One of your hands moves from massaging his legs to tentatively fondle his balls. In your periphery you can see his big hands clench around the hay, another deep moan coming from his chest. Your fingertips barely touch around the circumference, a bolt of heat shooting down your abdomen as you feel the size of him in your hand. A myriad of dirty images, fantasies and positions fly through your mind, but you steady yourself and focus on the task at hand.

Gavin’s breath steadily increases as you continue to jerk him off, lightly suck at his head and play with his balls. He keens and whines when you give him a particularly hard squeeze or suck, leaning his weight back on one elbow and eyeing you in between his messy hair.

“Shit, s-shit, that feels so good. Right there, please.” Gavin begs, hands struggling to find purchase on the bale below him as you continue to tease.

You finally take the leap, lifting yourself up on your knees, and take about 2 inches of him into your mouth. Your decision is immediately rewarded with Gavin’s loud, shocked moan, catching in his throat as his legs tense up. He mutters a curse under his breath and you start bobbing up and down, slowly working your way down the many inches of his long dick. Your hand movements grow sloppy as you focus more and more on breathing through your nose and sucking in your cheeks, but Gavin doesn’t seem to mind. His adorable whimpers have raised in pitch, rowdier moans breaking in between as your tongue swirls around his shaft. You can feel the way he struggles to think of what to do with his hands, mind warped by new sensations, so you grab one of his palms and place it on the back of your neck. Gavin instinctively tangles his fingers through your hair, right before lightening his grip and avoiding pushing you to choke on his cock. You struggle down another half-inch anyway, forcing his lower-body to jolt and his hands to tighten.

For a virgin, he has rather impressive stamina, the back of your throat beginning to tire after several minutes of the intense blowjob. But Gavin’s moans and tiny pleas for “More, more, more” are music to your ears, time passing like nothing.

In your hand, you feel his balls tighten, his thighs tensing around you as his tail flickers uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck, oh shit. ____, I’m close, I’m so close.” Gavin keenes, his hips stuttering up and into your mouth as you pick up your pace. Gavin continues to stutter and whine, peppering you with compliments as his legs quiver with an impending orgasm. But at the last second, you detach with a sloppy pop, giving a light kiss to his pre-cum soaked head. Gavin’s eyes jolt open, losing his grip on your scalp as his chest heaves up and down.

“W-what-”

“You want to come down my throat, big boy?” You murmur, squeezing the base of his cock in a vice grip. Gavin yelps, hips humping into yours. “You want me to swallow a mouthful? Feel my throat around your cock as you cum?” You suck on one of his balls and Gavin’s moan is downright musical. Gavin frantically shakes his head up and down. “Uh-uh, sweetie. I want to hear you.”

You don’t know where this wave of confidence is coming from, perhaps you yourself are discovering something new tonight as well. But as Gavin looks at you, cheeks dark with embarrassment and eyes desperate for you and only you, it feels as if a spark has set off a stick of dynamite in your belly. Gavin pushes back his hair, sucking in another long breath, right before he says.

“P-please, I want to come in your mouth. ____, I need your mouth on my cock, please.”

Your smirk, immediately latching back onto his cock and quickly deepthroating him. Gavin’s hand moves on its own and presses you down even farther, tears peaking at the edge of your eyes as he presses against your gag reflex. Your hand continues it’s ministrations with his balls as you suck up and down. Gavin lets his moans out, no longer bothering to suppress them in his chest as his lower body tenses once more.

“Sh-shit! S-shit, I’m coming, I’m coming, ____ I’m comi-ing!”

Like a tidal wave, Gavin orgasms, his first shot nearly causing you to choke as it hits the back of your throat.

Wow, I didn’t even think it was possible to cum this much.

You lock your lips around his dick as he continues to climax, filling up your mouth with his seed as he throws his body back onto the hay bale. When you finally pull off, a long stream of cum leaks down the side of your mouth, forcing you to swallow as soon as you can. With a silent and satisfactory “Aaah~”, you wipe at your chin.

Gavin lays, exhausted, on the bale. His tail weakly sways back and forth under him, his sweaty fur sticking out from his few top undone buttons. You let yourself rest back on your thighs, a little sweaty yourself, admiring your handiwork.

“That feel good?”

Gavin nods, a mindless smile on his face as he catches his breath. You chuckle at his blissed expression, giving him a solid pat on the calf.

Using his thick thighs as leverage, you push yourself up, leaning over his large form and giving him a small peck on the cheek. Gavin’s smile grows even wider and he gives you a kiss of your own, his hand lazily patting your lower back.

“Well,” You rub his chest fur, “I’m happy I could give you your first blowjob, big guy.”

You move to push yourself away, but Gavin holds you still, his one hand easily keeping you in place as he presses himself back up and onto his elbows. He pecks another kiss on your cheek.

“I’m happy too. You were really, really amazing.”

“I try my best.” Gavin chuckles, thumb still lackadaisical brushing up and down your back. “We should probably-”

“Do you-”

The two of you pause, each trying to let the other one speak their piece.You both laugh, but then you relent and let Gavin go first. His face fills with blush once more, adjusting himself and sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he tries to find the right way to speak.

“It’s just….that was a pretty fantastic first blowjob. And handjob, technically. Like, really great.” Gavin pauses, eyes darting from you to the ground. “I appreciate it so, so much. I was thinking that you could, uhm, maybe teach me how to-” The words stumble out of Gavin’s mouth, his hand slightly fidgeting with the back of your shirt, “Maybe you could teach me how to make you feel good? B-but only if you want to.”

You pause, slightly shocked, until you feel that tightening heat firing up in your belly, a slight tremor of excitement shaking down your limbs. You nod, just a tiny bit breathless.

“Y-yes, I would love that, Gavin.”

With a smirk, Gavin sweeps you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds onto your thighs, laying a kiss on your pulse point.

What a way to spend the new year.

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songsformonkeys · 3 years ago

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DAY 1 - MASTURBATION (STEVE MURPHY)

pairing: Steve/Connie with a little bit of Steve/Javier

words: ~1100

kinktober masterlist

notes: I'm doing this challenge at my own pace but the goal is to post one prompt ever other day. We'll see how that goes :P

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Steve was drunk. Perhaps just a little drunker than what was entirely appropriate for a weekday, but he couldn't bring himself to really care.

He had worked almost around the clock for the past few days and this afternoon it had finally paid off. The Sicario caught and locked up to be interrogated.

Steve was the one who had suggested they go out to celebrate – still too high on adrenaline to feel ready to go home to an empty apartment. Javi, Trujillo, and a couple of the other guys had agreed to tag along, so they'd made their way to their usual spot for drinks.

With all of them more or less running on fumes, it hadn't taken much alcohol before they all found themselves at various stages of drunk. Except for Javi, who seemed to remain annoyingly sober despite downing just as many beers as Steve. And when Steve leaned heavily against his shoulder and spoke to him in a slurred voice, Javi just looked at him – his brown eyes the only thing in Steve's field of vision that wasn't spinning. Steve didn't remember what he'd told Javi, but the other man had disappeared a short while after that.

Which made Steve disappointed. Because the drunker the remaining men got, the more trouble they had to remember to speak English, for Steve's sake. And when they eventually switched fully to speaking Spanish, Steve had already lost track of the conversation half a beer ago.

He left too, soon after that, wishing the rest of the guys a safe trip home.

Steve himself wasn't entirely sure how he made it home - he hoped he'd called someone to come pick him up because the prospect of him driving or walking were both equally terrible – but when he entered the apartment it was dark and just as empty as when he'd left. He immediately missed Connie and threw himself a mental pity party in the time it took for him to stumble into the kitchen to down a glass of water and then flop down on the couch.

Stretching out, he let out a heavy sigh. Connie. Goddamnit, he missed her! Missed her smile and the sound of her laugh. Missed the smell of shampoo on her soft hair as he held her close. Missed the way her hands would tangle in his hair as she kissed him. And fuck, he missed her body pressed against his and the soft breathy moans she made when he fucked her.

Steve shifted on the couch, feeling himself harden in his jeans at the thought of his wife. If she was here now, he'd want her naked on his lap.

His hand slid down to palm himself at the thought of her straddling him, with that look of mischief in her eyes that had made Steve weak in the knees from the first moment he met her.

Steve fumbled his jeans open and pushed them down just enough to free his cock from his underwear. He marveled for a moment at his own ability to even get hard in his current state of intoxication before wrapping his fingers around the hard length.

He closed his eyes and pretended that the fingers around the cock weren't his own, but hers, and he loosened his grip just a little. Moving his hand a little experimentally, he tried to remember how she usually did this. His cock twitched slightly in his grip as he found the right amount of pressure, and he could so clearly picture her face in front of him – eyes dark with lust and her lower lip caught between her teeth.

Steve let out a soft groan and he could practically hear the soft chuckle of his wife in his head.

That's it, babe, she would encourage, and Steve would have allowed his hips to buck into her hand. She liked that. Liked when she could draw these noises from him, using either her hand or her mouth. She would twist her hand just so, pull her hand up far enough to fully envelop the head of his cock before slowly sliding her hand back down again, perhaps use her other hand to cup his balls.

It was different when he had to play both parts in this fantasy, but he couldn't deny that there was a certain thrill to it as well. Steve didn't think he'd ever paid this much attention to what his own cock would feel like in someone else's hand. Now, he was noting new details. Like the smoothness of the skin of the shaft, and how it differed just slightly from the slick tip where a pearl of precum had gathered. Or the girth of it and how it must be even more noticeable in smaller hands.

Steve wondered if it had felt good for her to touch him. He had never touched a cock besides his own but suddenly he felt curious what it would be like without the direct feedback from the cock itself.

His cock twitched again at the thought and he tightened his grip just a little, making his strokes just a fraction rougher. This was no longer Connie's imaginary hand jerking him off. Was it his own? Not quite that either.

Steve gasped, and he felt the pleasure like a tightly wound coil in his gut. He stroked himself faster, a hint of desperation creeping into the movements. The sound of his hand moving over slick skin sounding almost obscene to his own ears.

Suddenly the shrill ring of the phone almost startled him out of his fantasy, but Steve resolutely ignored it. He was so close. So fucking close...

The phone rang a few more times before it quieted, and Steve hoped that whoever called must have gotten the memo. But then there was the unmistakable click of the answering machine and Steve had just enough time to groan in frustration before whoever called started speaking.

It was Javi. And as his voice mingled with the sound of Steve fucking his own hand, that fucking coil of pleasure in Steve's gut just snapped.

Thin ropes of white painted the front of his shirt as Steve threw his head back with a loud gasp, pushed over the edge by the sound of Javi saying his name.

”Steve...You had left when I came back and...I just wanted to check in that you made it home alright. Call me back.”

With his whole body still tingling from the orgasm, Steve looked down at the cum on his chest, the hand still wrapped tightly around his cock, and then over at the answering machine.

Fuck....

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dragonotaku-justineverything · 3 years ago

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Hey Issei have you seen Rias anywhere and well- uh why is your face red and are you feeling alright

(Got a little carried away with this, but I was really happy to finally write some pure smut for High School DxD, or any fandom other than RWBY really. It's nice to change things up every now and then.)

Issei looked out of the crack from the partially opened door to his room. One of his hands was on the edge and making sure the door didn't open any more than it already was. With as much composure as he could muster, and as straight of a face he could make, Issei responded, "N-nope, haven't seen the p-president! W-why are you a-asking?"

As the person at the door explained their reasoning for being there, Issei couldn't care less and was barely paying any attention to them talking.

On the other side of the door was something that was infinitely more interesting to Issei than what they were saying.

Namely Rias, the very woman that they were talking about, being completely naked and giving Issei quite the private show. As well as the best handjob that he'd ever received. True it was the first one that he’d ever had (by someone other than himself), but that didn't matter right now.

Rias was smiling confidently as her right hand gently glided along Issei’s shaft. Her grip was just tight enough that her hand had just a little resistance for him to feel amazing. She had no issue moving her hand along his cock either as she had used almost a complete handful of the “secret” bottle of lube that Issei had stashed in his nightstand for his special JO time. As she pumped along, nearly no noise was made aside from a slight ‘sclik’ sound. From base to tip, she rubbed and rolled her hand over every inch of the veiny rod in her grasp.

The handjob wasn’t the only thing that was distracting Issei. Rias’ free left hand was also doing some wonderful work of its own! It roamed over her massive bust, playing with her tits. Bouncing them up and down one at a time, together, then teasing her own nipples. She was having a field day with them, much to Issei's enjoyment and future pole polishing sessions as he committed absolutely everything he was seeing to memory permanently.

Rias was also enjoying her self-breast play. She bit her lip as her hand squeezed her sensitive boob again. Such a simple thing felt so good~! Her nipples were even more sensitive, so she made sure to give them just as much attention.

"Mmmuuuh y-yeah, sorry. J-just haven't s-seen her!" Issei's composure slipped a little as a moan snuck out past his lips, but he played it off. He was silently praying to Satan for this interruption to just leave already. (He didn't exactly think about how much of a terrible idea that was given his current situation, but that would just have to be an awkward problem for future Issei.)

Rias finally decided to kick up her game a little. She wanted to see just how much will power Issei had. How long he could keep it together~.

She sank down to her knees without a sound. She pulled her slippery hand off Issei's cock stared at the dick that was now right in front of her face. It glistened with the coating of lube on it, and was twitching repeatedly. It, and Issei himself, were practically begging for more attention.

Well, who was Rias to deny her cute little servant that attention~?

Rias slightly parted her soft lips open a tiny and slipped Issei's dick into her mouth, dragging her lips along it the entire way. She took at least half of Issei's shaft into her mouth before closing her lips around it, and pulling her head back. The lube and her own saliva made her lips glide along the skin with complete ease.

Slowly, Rias started rocking her head back and forth and began to actually suck on Issei's cock.

To Issei's credit, he didn't blow his load right away, despite Rias' blowjob feeling amazing. Although, he did feel his face scrunch up as he did his best not to cum. It probably looked really strange to the person on the other side of the door. Issei didn't really notice it though as he quickly ended their 'conversation' with, "Sorry, d-don't knowwheresheis! BYE!" and slammed the door shut. As soon as it clicked closed, Issei locked it and leaned against the door. "R-Rias... t-tha- HAAAH!"

Issei didn't finish that thought as one of Rias' hands reached back up to Issei's crotch and started playing with his balls. It started with lightly brushing her fingertips along the bottom of them, almost like tickling them, then she took them in her soft hand and gently rolled them around. All without slowing down her head bobbing.

Rias glanced up at the love of her life and almost smiled around his cock. He just looked so cute and innocent the way he was now. He was definitely the biggest pervert she'd ever met, but he would get so awkward whenever Rias or anyone got intimate with him. She honestly thought it was endearing~.

After almost another full minute of Rias sucking on his cock, playing with his balls, and Issei's face scrunching up while lightly moaning from all of the pleasure, Issei came. And from the teasing build up that he'd been put through, he came a lot.

There was no warning given to Rias other than a few quick twitches from Issei's cock that she felt in her mouth before she felt the first spurt of cum leave his dick. Rias looked directly up at Issei and her eyes locked with his as he finished inside her mouth.

Spurts of Issei's cum splashed into her mouth and quickly pooled up on her tongue. Rias moaned deeply in the back of her throat as the salty, yet very powerful and addicting, taste of the man she loves cum completely took over her mouth.

During this delicious meal, one of her hands had traveled down to her pussy and furiously started to play with herself. In a flash, three of her fingers were quickly pumping into her soaked pussy. A small puddle was even starting to form beneath her.

Issei's cock slowly stopped unloading cum, much to Rias's disappointment. However, she still had plenty~.

After Rias didn't feel any more cum coming out, she let her hand drop from Issei's balls, basically silently giving Issei the permission to pull away, which he did. He panted heavily and pulled his hips back and his softening cock slipped out of her mouth, leaving a bridge of saliva between it and her perfect lips.

Rias opened her mouth and showed off the sizable pool of white, thick cum in her mouth to Issei before swallowing it all. She just barely managed to swallow it all in one gulp, but she did it nonetheless. Her mouth now empty, and feeling very pleased with herself, Rias licked her lips and stood up. As she got to full height again, her wet hand left her pussy and rested just above it. "That was excellent Issei~. You really managed to hold back for a while this time."

Issei, a total blushing mess and still breathing pretty heavily, looked at her incredulously. "R-Rias! W-we almost got caught! Why did you keep going?!"

Rias giggled confidently at him and got really close, pressing her big tits against his chest. That immediately drew Issei's attention downwards and he barely registered what she said next.

"Well it was their fault for interrupting us~. Pretty much everyone knows that this is our time together. We were having such a fun time before they came. I didn't want to just stop and kill the mood because of it~. Besides, I felt you get so much harder when I started stroking you off behind the door~. You enjoyed it, didn't you, my naughty little pervert~?"

Issei was still staring at her rack, but nodded slightly unconsciously.

Rias playfully bounced her chest for him, finding it humorous as his head nodded with them. "Now that they're gone though, we can finally get back to what we were doing in the first place~."

Now THAT got Issei's attention. He stared back up at the redhead beauty just as she walked past him, giving him a kiss on one cheek and a pat on the other with her hand, the one that was still slightly wet from her pussy. Issei spun around quickly and watched as his girlfriend sashayed over to his bed, her hips swaying hypnotically, and took a seat on the edge. She scooted back onto it further, her tits bouncing wonderfully as she did so, and locked eyes with Issei again.

Her legs slowly spread open and showed off her glistening pussy to Issei. "You have some unfinished business with this Issei~. Please don't leave me waiting any longer."

Issei's boner quickly started coming back in full force. He swallowed some spit in anticipation, and then said. "Y-yes ma'am!" Then made his way over to Rias.

Five minutes later, everyone in the building was well aware of where Rias was~. All they had to do was follow the sounds of a bed creaking and her screams of ecstasy.

#high school dxd #issei hyoudou #rias gremory #issei x rias #rias x issei #ask #non sfw #lemon #anonymous

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thran-duils · 4 years ago

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Use All of Me (P.12)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Twelve) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 3,008 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death Author’s Note: ♫ Steve is getting desperate ♫

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Tony was pacing in front of the cameras he had up on the large wall when Steve entered the room. Bucky, Sam, Clint, and Rhodey were already down there with Tony, sitting or standing. The general feeling in the room was tension and it was permeating the air.

“Get anything from him?” Tony asked as soon as he caught sight of Steve.

“He didn’t know shit,” Steve said gruffly. “Not that I gave him much time to say anything past admitting he had known she wanted to escape. If he was going to help her, he would have driven her off the property himself and disappeared with her. He would not have stuck around afterward if he had assisted her in any way. He was not that daft.”

“I would beg to differ on that,” Natasha commented, coming to stop in front of the cameras, her eyes searching the screens. “Are you only focusing on New York?”

“Larger cities in the north east for now mainly,” Tony answered, coming to stand beside her. He pointed at the lower right corner of the screens. “I have it set up to follow the main tracks of the Amtrak across the country the longer time passes.”

Bucky came up to Steve and asked, “Her family?”

Steve shrugged, “Her parents aren’t alive. Didn’t mention anyone else really. She was an only child.”

“What about her friends? They could have family in other states.”

“I could look into that,” Clint said. “Facebook isn’t that hard to look through and people are always oversharing on that stupid app.”

“Speaking of her friends… if she says anything she’s heard from you, Steve, about the business, that’s not going to be good,” Rhodey said, looking grim.

Uncomfortably, eyes swept to Steve quickly and he shook his head. “I don’t think she’s concerned about that,” Steve said tightly. “She just… wanted space. And instead of asking, she does some impulsive, unsafe bullshit.” He was working himself up again, his hands resting on his hips tensely. “Absolute horseshit.”

Tony turned from the screens, taking a few steps towards him. Trying to reason with Steve and calm him down, he told him, “Look, Pepper did too when we first got together. It takes a while for them to adjust from the hustle and bustle they were used to, but they do eventually. Unfortunately, Y/N had persistent friends. Stupid, persistent friends at that. But we are going to find her. You’re gonna get your kids back and her.” Tony held up his hand as an idea came, “And on that note, you need to register with the putative father registry.” Steve’s brow stitched in confusion. Tony laughed and said, “Trust me. I did it when I was younger because I was a little loose and needed to know if any of the women I was with – and I was for sure the father – were going to do anything with the kid that would blow back on me. There’s a notice to claim paternity form for a child born out of wedlock. With that, you’ll be notified of any court proceedings, such as adoption or guardianship changes.”

Steve’s jaw clenched at this and Tony said, “I don’t think that’s out of left field that might happen.”

“I’d love to see her try,” Steve said darkly, a deep scowl on his face.

Tony had to smirk at that ferociousness. “Hmm, me too. And good thing about this is that she won’t be notified that you registered. You know, not that she would get a notification anyway because she is AWOL, and it would go to her old address. It also doesn’t need to get notarized.”

He clapped his hands and turned to look at everyone else. “So, we’ll keep these on here. Like I said, the Amtrak cameras are going to go down the three main tracks. If it happens she’s gone for longer, we will start scanning outwards of the northeast on the other cameras. Barton, you got the familial ties. Man, big notes if the family is in a bordering state. Oh, I did get access to Natalie and Yua’s phones, but they are unfortunately turned off. Smart cookies. But if they turn them on again, it’ll light up on this laptop—”

“I’ll watch it,” Natasha volunteered.

Tony nodded in acknowledgment. “Unfortunately, we can’t put out a look out on the license plate because well… it’s Natalie’s car and it’s not stolen if she’s driving it.” He sighed and shrugged, “The rest of us… just on standby I suppose until we get something.”

“Do you want me to handle the meeting tonight with the union?” Rhodey asked.

“I forgot about that. Thank you for remembering,” Tony said appreciatively. “So, yes. And don’t let them try to bully you into giving them a bigger cut. Our deal is set, they just need to give us the money from the trade.”

“Do you have the surveillance video? Of Y/N leaving?” Steve asked him suddenly.

“You sure you wanna watch that?” Tony asked, skepticism lacing his tone. “I don’t need you punching a hole through these screens or anything.”

“No, I want to see it,” Steve said. “I want to see what she left with. Make sure she just didn’t hop in a car without anything.”

“Alright,” Tony said, still sounding uncertain. He walked towards another laptop and opened it, working to pull up the video.

Steve was there behind him, looming. He sat in the chair in front of the laptop, watching Tony rewind to the part he wanted to see. It stopped as the women started coming out of the house. Steve leaned forward, his eyes zeroed in on where Y/N was standing saying goodbye to everyone. He watched until it was just Yua with her and then Natalie came out of the house, a duffel bag over her shoulder and a hoodie and hat in hand. She threw it into her car and they moved quickly to put the coat on Y/N and get her into the backseat of the car. She was adjusting the hat and pulling the hood up as Natalie pulled away.

Tony was right. All Steve wanted to do was grab the laptop and smash it repeatedly on the table to try to quell some of the white-hot rage exploding inside, thinking if Bryce’s dumbass had just been outside, they would have never been able to even get her into the car in the first place. And how Natalie had managed to not be stopped in the house by him made him even angrier if possible. The giant oaf had been watching a movie Wanda told him.

He held it together though, keeping his hand steady as he reached up and closed the laptop with a slight snap but not too hard.

“Well, at least she’s got some clothes I guess,” he said to no one in particular. He pushed the chair back with a loud squeak. “I need to go on a run.”

<><><>

“And what? Go back to the city and wait for Steve to find me and beat the crap out of me until I give him information?” Yua asked seriously.

Your mouth fell open slightly at her bluntness. You had asked Yua what she was planning on doing past this as the three of you sat on the back porch of the cabin in the moonlight. When you had suggested going home, she had rose her brows in surprise before saying what she had.

She noticed the look on your face and apologized, “Sorry. That’s just… what’s going through my mind. Filter is a little gone by now.” She held up her fourth beer can sheepishly.

“I don’t think it’s far from the truth,” you said quietly. “So, you’re smart for worrying about it.” You shifted in your seat and admitted, “Steve doesn’t exactly sleep much either. So he’s got more time in the world than most.”

“Insomnia?” Natalie asked.

“No. He doesn’t need to. He would fake it a lot of the time… you know, just to lay in bed with me during the night.”

“That’s kind of romantic,” Yua said and Natalie shot her a piqued look. “What? It is!”

“Or creepy because he wanted to be next to her all the time,” Natalie retorted.

“I think it was a little bit of both. It’s not like he wouldn’t hear me get out of bed even if he was in his study or somewhere else in the house, so it’s not like being right next to me would have made much of a difference in the long run,” you muttered, picking at the blanket. “But, he enjoyed it I think. Lying in bed with me. Snuggling me while I slept. He’d watch TV quietly too.” You chewed on your bottom lip, thinking of how you had enjoyed those moments too, waking up with him there, warm in his embrace. Admitting that out loud though was too hard; like it was fake that you had asked for help.

“Good thing light doesn’t bother you when you sleep. Honestly, I’m jealous of your ability to just fall asleep wherever,” Natalie said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Soaking it up while I can,” you said, giving a halfhearted smile.

“Where are we going to go though? Seriously? We can’t exactly go back to our apartments for our things. I’m afraid someone would be watching,” Yua said and you admired her ability to think ahead like that.

“We could order a moving service. Have them store our things in a storage unit outside NYC. Then after a substantial amount of time, have it shipped to wherever we move to,” Natalie suggested before she sighed heavily. “How am I going to get a good recommendation for a job by just quitting?”

“You could call and tell Brett the truth. Well, not who we are running from, don’t want to get anyone else involved, plus you know… they are already going to be mad about Y/N leaving with secrets. So no need to incriminate them when they’re already expecting it. On the off chance they do find us, not having gotten them in trouble with the law will probably bode well for us. But anyway, you know… tell Brett that you’re helping a friend escape an abusive partner.” Yua suggested. The two of you were staring at her in astonishment and she shrugged. “What? That’s what I was going to do with my boss. I can work from home completely. I already do it half time. He just needs to mail me a laptop and we already have WiFi here. Thank god, I would die without Netflix.”

“You astound me sometimes,” you told her, a wide smile on your lips. And it was quickly replaced by tears of gratitude and she reached for your hand, grasping it tightly. “No, it’s fine. I’m just… overwhelmed. I didn’t want you guys to have to uproot your lives for me.”

“We’ve been friends for a decade. Plus, it’s not like I have anything going for me back there anyway except a high paycheck and a string of hard dicks following behind me like dogs and I can get that somewhere else,” Yua responded, taking a swig of her beer as you and Natalie laughed. She gave your hand one more squeeze before pulling away.

“Plus, New York was getting a little tired anyway,” Natalie chimed in. “I’ve wanted to move. Not ideally like this but… I think we can make the best of it.”

Nodding, you said, “We can try.”

You suddenly stilled, your fingers digging slightly into your abdomen.

Yua sat up quickly, “What? What’s wrong?”

“I… I think one of them just kicked,” you said, a slow smile spreading across your face. The two of them immediately relaxed. You shot Yua a look and asked, “Is that too early?”

‘No, that sounds right on time,” Yua said. “Especially for your first one.”

Looking down at your abdomen, you smiled again softly this time. You tried to will them to move again, imagining them sleeping there. You wondered what they were dreaming about.

<><><>

Steve thanked Tony for bringing him the sandwich he had placed in front of him, taking a large bite. He was and had been planted in front of the surveillance screens for a long while, only getting the minimal amount of sleep he required and only when someone else was there to watch while he was out. Rhodey had just been watching with him and got up to stretch his legs, also thanking Tony for bringing the sandwiches.

A ring cut into the silence and Steve swallowed before picking up his phone. He saw the number on the phone, recognizing it as Dr. Kamal’s office.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Rogers?” A voice said on the other end of the phone.

“Yes?”

“I am calling from Dr. Kamal’s office. It looks like Y/N has an appointment right now and we were wondering if you were on your way…?”

“Shit,” Steve swore under his breath and said, “No, no we are not on the way. I’m sorry. It completely slipped my mind to call and cancel.”

“Would you like to reschedule? There’s an opening later in the day, there was another cancellation. Or we can look—”

“Look, I’m going to be honest,” Steve cut in. “I don’t know where she is.”

“O-oh,” the assistant said on the phone, stammering a bit at that information. “Like today or…?”

“I haven’t seen her for days,” Steve clipped. “She ran off with her friends. I’m not sure to where. I have not had contact with her. So, I can’t make an appointment because I don’t know when I’ll find her or if she’s coming back.”

The assistant said slowly, “Um, well, I suppose then give us a call when you do know.”

“Will do,” Steve muttered before hanging up the phone.

Steve let out a frustrated sigh, slamming his phone down on the counter. His mind was racing thinking about Y/N missing a check up and something being wrong with the babies, with her, or both. He hated not having control of the situation and not being confident she was being kept safe by him.

He looked to Rhodey and Tony. “It’s time to report her missing.”

“Steve, she’s not missing. The cops won’t—” Rhodey started to say.

“I don’t need the cops. If we get her face out there, someone might call.”

“And if that someone is a cartel or something? Saw her face, kidnaps her or all three of them and then demands ransom?”

Steve shouted, “Then I’ll fucking pay it, Rhodey!”

Rhodey closed his mouth and shot a look at Tony, who merely shrugged in return. Rhodey sighed, knowing that Tony would be acting the same way if it was Pepper who had run off on him and would not be garnering any support to dissuade Steve from it from him.

<><><>

Yua came into the cabin quickly, tossing her bags down, startling you and Natalie watching a movie. She stood in front of the TV, blocking the view. “We got a problem.”

“What?” the two of you demanded in unison.

“Your face is all over the place on one of the news channels. I saw it at the mini mart behind the counter.”

Natalie scoffed, “How? Are they saying she’s missing?” Yua nodded and Natalie let out a frustrated noise. “Aren’t those supposed to drop if no foul play is expected? Like… they can easily draw conclusions that you ran off on your own accord. It’s clear in the tapes I’m sure!”

“Money,” Yua said darkly. “They’ll be able to keep up advertisements about it forever probably with all the money they have. Probably banking on everyone wanting to do a favor for Captain America. Who wouldn’t want to be in his debt for a favor? Plus, they’re also playing the ‘she’s not mentally competent’ card.”

“What?” you asked shocked, feeling like you had gotten socked in the stomach.

“You can’t be serious. Just because she’s pregnant?” Natalie demanded.

Yua said nothing which was answer enough.

“How will I go to a hospital?” you asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Natalie assured you quickly, “You can use an alias when they admit you. And when we bring you in, we will have a hood on and a hat, just like when you left. Hopefully there won’t be a lot of people in the ER. Upon discharge, your real name would be attached to the records but under HIPAA you’ll be protected.”

Yet, HIPAA could not protect you from someone who desperately needed money really.

“But… won’t someone turn me in to Steve?” You could not keep the worry out of your voice.

“We don’t know that for sure,” Yua said gently. “And I don’t think it’s something you should worry about.”

Squeezing your hands together, you focused on your breathing, trying to remain calm and push the thought from your mind. Your birth was still far enough off that hopefully it would die down a little.

“Have you thought more about adoption?” Natalie asked you gently.

You nodded, “Yeah. Can I though if I am not a resident of the state?”

“You can surrender a child – or children, in your case – up to the hospital within 72 hours in most states. I checked,” Yua said.

“Good,” you said, nodding. It hit you suddenly and you asked panicked, “You turned your phone on?”

Yua shook her head and said, “I asked the guy at the station to check it out for me. Slid him an extra five dollars while I went to call my mum on the pay phone, let her know I’m okay. He was confused but he did it.” You relaxed hearing that, as did Natalie. Yua ventured, “Are you sure that’s what you want to do? Adoption?”

You swallowed thickly, avoiding eye contact. The two of them were quiet, waiting for you to figure out how to answer. “I’m not sure,” you whispered, breaking the silence.

~~~

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liibrii · 4 years ago

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Kita Shinsuke x gn!Reader

Synopsis: Hitchhiking through the countryside you catch a ride from a handsome stranger, which just might turn out to be the greatest decision of your life – or your greatest mistake.

wc: 2k || thriller-ish, mystery-ish

a/n: heavily inspired by one of my all time favourite songs; The Count of Tuscany. tbh this fic was just an excuse for me to listen to it on repeat for several hours :P as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

In the bathroom of the roadside gas station you change into your best clothes and brush through the tangles in your hair, wash your face, scrub your hands to make sure there's no dirt beneath your nails. No one in their right mind would pick up a scruffy looking hitchhiker.

You decide to stand outside where everyone who drives in to fill their gas tanks will notice you. On a small chalkboard you bought for a few hundred yen in a convenience store you write the name of your destination with the prettiest writing you manage and even add a smiley face. That should do the trick of gaining attention.

You've almost reached your destination already. The western sea of Japan. Being born on the eastern coast you have watched the sun rise above the ocean your entire life. At least once in your life you want to see it sink in the vastness of the sea hugging your homeland.

Would a train or a bus bring you to your destination faster? They would, sadly your wallet disagreed with that option. Hitchhiking really was the best option even if you often waited for hours with no luck. Still it wasn't all bad; one time an elderly lady stoped to give you a lift. You sat in the back as the front sit was occupied by her dog who excitedly turned to sniffle and lick your face, begging for scratches. She made you stay for dinner and even prepared a futon for you to sleep. “All my children and grandchildren moved to the big cities.“ She scratched behind the ears of her dozing four legged companion as you drank tea while sun slowly set behind the hilltops. “Slowly but surely we are bein' left behind. Seein' someone so young come 'round makes these old bones incredibly happy.“

Following morning she wished you good luck on your journey. Her name and address are written in your dairy. When new year comes in a few months you mustn't forget to send her a gift. You watched her stroll away, one slow step after another, dog trailing behind, her back bent under the weight of years. Is that what the future holds for you?

You try to keep a positive outlook, at least you get to see the beauty of the countryside. The green hills and vast fields of rice swaying in the wind are a sight that takes your breath away. Summer's coming to an end. It will soon be harvest season.

Your legs are starting to hurt. Hours have passed and nobody pays you even a second glance. Under the hat your hair sticks to your skin, droplets of sweat trickle down your back. You're all but ready to give up and start looking for a place to stay the night when a man about your age approaches.

He has caught your eye before. Something about his overalls and silvery hair glimmering in the sun made him stand out from the others. He kept glancing over at you while filling his tank.

“I'm not goin' as far as ya want,“ his eyes glance over the chalkboard you're holding. “But if ya want I can give ya a ride to the next town over.“

You eagerly nod. “That would be great!“ You offer him a hand. “You can call me y/n!“

His hand is calloused. Hand of someone working outside. “Kita.“

Ride is comfortable. Kita is more on the quiet side but once you mention how pretty the landscape looks with all the swaying fields he laughs . It's a bright sound that makes your heart skip a beat. He tells you he works the fields, not all you see, but many of them. Talking to him quickly becomes easy. To your surprise you find you have a lot in common. When you arrive to the town and he stops by a small inn offering rooms you're almost reluctant to leave his company. He hesitates when taking your backpack from the back seats. “I know we just met,“ he softly says, “but could I take you out for dinner? Maybe tonight?“

How could you possibly say no? You've been travelling on your own for the past two weeks and the loneliness is starting to get to you. And he's cute.

When he picks you up a few hours later he's wearing a nice button down. He combed his hair though you preferred it when it was all messy. “I'm not late am I?“

“No, I'm just a bit early.“

“Here,“ he shyly averts his eyes when he hands you a small bouquet of spider lilies that have yet to open in full bloom.

Your cheeks flush. It has been a long time since anyone gifted you flowers. “Thank you,“ you say, sincerely.

Kita takes you to a small family owned restaurant down the street. He opens the door for you and pours you tea while you skim through the menu. Talking to him is so easy. He mentions he used to play volleyball back in high school, that many of his old teammates went on to play professionally. Embarrassed you have to tell him you know very little about volleyball. As you speak his eyes linger on your face. Sports have never been your strong suit, you admit.

“Don't feel bad over it,“ he reassuringly smiles. “So how come yer travellin' these parts?“

Your dream of seeing the sunset over the sea seems so simple when you tell him but Kita nods. There's wisdom in his eyes you don't usually see in your peers. Why are you so relieved he doesn't find your dream childish? “I just want to see the country, get to know the land and the history,“ you eagerly continue.

“There's an old castle ruin not far from the town. Tourists often visit it. If ya want I can show ya 'round,“ he offers.

A trip to ruins does sound nice. Even a little bit romantic. One more day staying around couldn't hurt, right?

Kita's smile widens when you agree. “I'll pick ya up tomorrow. Would around midday be alright?“

For the rest of the night you're all giddy on the inside. You can't wait for tomorrow to arrive. Kita walks you back to the inn and waits till you're inside before heading his own way. What a gentleman, you think to yourself. Meeting someone like him was the last thing you expected.

Whatever road lead to the castle in its days of glory has long since been claimed by the nature. Kita walks with steps of someone who has walked this path a thousand times before. You trail behind him, your clothes getting caught in branches all the time. When he sees you struggling he slows down and even offers to carry your small backpack for you.

“This castle used to be really important back in the days,“ he explains while you catch your breath. “It's strategic position is really important. There's a legend my grannie used to tell me. Durin' the Sengoku period the youngest son of a shogun fortified himself in this castle and defended it for months. Then his enemies dug tunnels beneath.“ He offers you a hand to help you climb over a pile of rubble marking what once were the castle walls. “Filled them with wood soaked in fat and set it aflame. Castle crumbled and buried hundreds of soldiers beneath it. Some say the son of the shogun still haunts this place.“

“An interesting story,“ you say, ignoring how every hair on your body stands up.

By the time you reach the ruins you're drenched in sweat and yet once the view of the valley beneath opens up you forget all about the fatigue. You step closer to the ledge and peek over it. The side of the hill plunges straight down. Deep below you see tree tops. If you slipped -

A hand grabs your shoulder. “Careful. The stones 'round here often crumble.“

You murmur an apology. Kita's hand lingers on yours, his eyes following when you walk away to have a closer look at the ruins. They're covered with grass and small trees sprouting from the crack between stones. Funny, you can't see any tables with information about this place. Having a map would surely help with orientation. You can't be the only tourist with a knack of getting lost.

Kita approaches you with a smile. “Wanna see somethin' really cool?“

You follow him inside the ruins. “Watch yer step,“ he holds the branches of a lonely tree so they don't smack you as you walk by, “it's easy to trip 'round here.“

Walls here are better preserved, higher. The shadows they cast seem longer. You follow Kita inside the labyrinth of crumbled stone. An uneasy feeling of being watched grows inside you as your approach scares off a flock of birds.

Kita pushes away a curtain of poison ivy to reveal a gaping hole where the walls lean on the cliff towering above. Cold gust of wind makes you shudder. “Here,“ Kita offers you a torchlight. Your hands are cold. Fingers barely capable of wrapping around the black plastic.

He turns to you, his eyes carefully examining your face before he enters. “Ya comin'? Be careful where ya step, the stairs are slippery.“ He offers you his hand. It's warm.

“There's a natural cave beneath the castle.“ His calm voice echoes through the winding staircase. “Apparently it used to have a small pool for the nobles to cool in durin' summer. It's filled with rubble now.“

Light of the torches casts eerie shadows on the walls. Stone surface under your fingers is cold and damp. You follow Kita through a narrow hallway and soon enough you reach a small cave. It probably used to be bigger but a part of the ceiling caved in.

Rubble crunches under the soles of your shoes. In the eerie silence all you hear is your breathing and unsteady thumping in your chest. Somewhere in the distance perhaps a ghost of a long deceased soldier- you curse yourself in your head. Why are you trying to scare yourself?

You look up to see stalactites growing from the ceiling. How many thousands of years old must they be?

“They only grow about a millimetre per year. Must be tens of thousands of years old.“ Kita's voice makes you jump. How did he know exactly what you were thinking?

Only now you notice he's standing between you and the exit to the hallway. His eyes are fixed on you. He's closing off the only exit. Pounding in your chest quickens. This place is starting to suffocate you.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

You really did follow a complete stranger into a cave beneath an abandoned castle. What an idiot. Naive, trusting idiot.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

Slowly, like water dripping from the ceiling it sinks in you may not make it out of here.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

Ah, don't be stupid! You still have years to live! A boring office job to take on! When was the last time you spoke to your friends?

Kita's eyes never leave yours as he steps closer. In the dim light it all seems so- Kita wouldn't- But you don't know him, do you? Torch rolls from your shaking fingers.

Is this really how it ends? Hidden from the sunlight, caught like a mouse in a trap of stone and cold cutting to your bones? You can't breathe. Will they ever find you? Tears well up in your eyes. Why? What have you done to deserve this?

You're shaking. Will you ever see the sunset over the vastness of the sea? Will you lay beside the unfortunate soldiers from centuries ago till you become only clean, nameless bones?

A shaky plea for your life is all you manage to stammer. Through the tears his face is just muddled colours. Is this really how you die?

Warm touch of his hands cupping your face, thumbs wiping away tears, his soft, gentle voice, paralyse you. “Hey, why are ya cryin'?“

#kita shinsuke #kita x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #kita imagine #kita #hqcorenet #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki x y/n #hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #libri scribbles #before spider lilies bloom

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green-g3ck0 · 4 years ago

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Philza has joined the game

[I wrote this in mind that’s it’s setting is if L’manburg didn’t get blown up but it’s after Schlatt lost power]

<<Characters: Wilbur, Niki, Tubbo, Tommy, Eret, Fundy, Dream>>

Though the Dream SMP had its fair share of rules and commands, who interacted with who was not one of them.

Anyone could comment with others outside of teams. Sapnap and Tommy got along fine, Fundy and Eret could manage well, and Wilbur and Schlatt could crack jokes here and there.

Everyone got along just fine outside of bits. Some bits though... happen to slip into daily life.

Wilbur sighed softly as he sat in the grass next to Niki, watching the rest of what used to be L’Manburg’s team jump and run around the festivals remains.

He watched as Tommy would surpass Tubbo in a race to slap Erets hand in victory, Tubbo pausing to watch something.

The Pogtopian man followed his eyesight to see Fundy texting away in the chat. Though, the messages seemed to be whispers to someone unknown for now.

Tommy ran up the hill towards the couple and huffed in victory. He shouted at Wilbur, celebrating his scores to the unconcerned Brit.

Seeing he wasn’t paying attention, he looked at where everyone else was and cocked an eyebrow.

“Why are you so worried about Fundy? I’m sure he’s fucking around with something important.” The blond stated.

“Tommy- he’s talking to someone. I don’t know who, but it’s someone he cares about.” Wilbur replied.

“Maybe it’s Dream?” Niki piped in.

Both of the males quickly looked at her in dismay.

“What? I mean- Fundy proposed to Dream after they watched Treasure Planet. I wouldn’t be too surprised since they’ve been talking a lot since, and that’s probably why Fundy was on Schlatts side for so long.” She explained.

Wilbur still stared her down as Tommy laughed beside him. Eret called for Tubbo and Tommy to come back and said boy turned to go back down.

“Niki..” said girl tensed at her name being spoken.

“Why..? Why would that be an idea- I’m sorry but Fundy is still my son, whether he’d like to admit it or not, and thinking he could be with the man I have a rivalry with- that had to be one of the most absurd things I’ve heard you say!” He chuckled.

Not wanting to start a fight, Niki nodded and laughed a bit, turning her attention back to the field.

Fundy looked around to see if anyone was watching him closely. Niki was watching the other boys, Wilbur following suit. The rest happening to go fight in the boxing ring.

Fundy backed up until he was hidden and whispered to his last texted.

[You whisper to Dream: I’ll be right over, just gotta get out of sight of “father” lmao]

He ran down the hill towards the river and checked to see if he was out of sight still.

[Dream whispers to you: idk why you’re so worried of him. Nothing to hide, he’s just old. But good, I got something to show you ;)]

Fundy blushed as he read the text and started swimming towards the prime path. Once he got there, he got up and shook himself off mostly dry.

[You whisper to Dream: you know him, he still hates you from L’Manburg days. I’ll meet you at the community house, can’t wait to see the surprise ;)]

He sighed contently as he walked down the path, lazily looking around at anything. He watched as Techno and Quackity ran around a bit away. He glanced behind himself to see Karl and his fiancé skipping around the path and laughing with red faces. He checked to see who’s online; George and Schlatt no where to be seen. No real surprise there.

A figure flew above him onto the house roof, and his ears perked up, along with his steps. He quickened his pace, hurrying to see his loved one.

He went to touch the handle of the door, but it already opened in front of him, a white mask smiling at him.

The mask lifted up and the Dutchman blushed at the cute brunette behind it.

“Please come in!” Dream stepped aside and let his fiancé in, shutting the door behind him.

“Thank you baby. What’s up, what did you wanna show me?” His smile became a bit more fake as a message read in chat.

Tommyinnit: yo Fundy wya??

Dream took note and softly wrapped his arms around the fox, giving him a small forehead kiss.

“What I can’t see my fiancé in private and get to enjoy time with him alone??” He smirked softly.

Fundy’s smile grew bigger with his blush, and he hugged him back. “You’re adorable, but you know what I meant.”

Dream chuckled and let go of the smaller one, reaching into his inventory to get something.

The other male looked around carefully, waiting for the brunette to find the item. He felt like he was being watched, but he shrugged it off, knowing and feeling safe with Dream.

As he looked back to his lover, a delicate hand grabbed his and he looked down to watch. Something small was places in his hand and was forced to close over it.

Dream stepped back and watched Fundy carefully open his hand to look at the item.

It was a small polished granite heart. A black string wrapped around a small gold clip attached to it. The heart wasn’t too thick in width, it was a bit thin, but it was still dense. Fundy moved it around to see it was polished just enough that it looked red. He rubbed his thumb over the smooth material and smiled wide. His eyes pricked with tears as he looked up from the stone.

“Baby..!” He whined and tackled Dream in a hug. “I love it so much!! Thank you thank you thank you!!! Thank you so much!!”

The masked man laughed and hugged his loved one back, glad that he enjoyed it as much as he did. He wasn’t even expecting that much love, I mean it’s made of granite- who loves granite??

He then got a shiver when he saw someone watching from a distance. He glared softly and hugged the Dutchman tighter. No way was he going to lose the one person who tried so hard for him.

Fundy took so long to get here. He wasn’t going to give it up so easily. No way. He coded night and day for this. Not a chance.

~~~

Fundy walked back to Manburg holding the small pendant in hand. It saddened him to imagine everyone not realizing he left. Dream would realize right away. That’s why Dream is the one. He would care. His “family” doesn’t.

He quickly shoved the necklace into his pocket as he watched a small brunette run up to him.

“Fundy there you are! You need to box Tommy!” He grabbed the others hand and dragged him to the small ring.

“Seriously, he needs the ego deflate.” A deep voice said behind the two. Fundy chuckles lightly at the comment and quickly followed the brits.

He pushed his anxiety aside and gained a false confidence to try and scare the teen. As he walked up to the ring, he saw Tommy leaning on the railing talking to Niki. Wilbur walked over and sat next to her, whispering something in her ear.

Fundy shook it off and joined the old champion in the ring. He knew Tommy usually had a bigger ego than he could handle, and Fundy was glad to take him down.

He sighed heavily and put everything he had in a chest so he wouldn’t risk losing them just in case.

He looked up to see a small figure in the distance and he smiled knowing who it is. He shook his body loose and tried to clear his mind. He didn’t want to lose and embarrass himself in front of him.

He took the necklace out of his pocket and put it around his neck, feeling a new genuine confidence sprouting.

He shook his hands and bounced a bit, looking at the blond teen across from him. He smirked and stood ready.

“Get ready to lose bitch!” Tommy copied Fundy and laughed.

Tommy flung forward and swung at his target. The other man dodged and retaliated, hitting his arm. They both kept swinging until Tommy made a move that sent Fundy over the edge.

When Tommy swung at Fundy next, he happen to catch the necklace. Fundy felt the string break around his neck and he watched the pendant fall onto the floor of the ring.

His blood boiled and he didn’t know what came over him. He glared at the teen in front of him and decked him in the cheek.

Tommy fell to the floor unconscious.

Fundy stood back and huffed as he watched Tubbo run in and check on his friend.

“Fundy what the hell?!” He heard Wilbur bitch, but he ignored him and picked up the pendant.

He felt a rush of cold air behind him and he calmly looked to see who it was.

Dream rested on the barrier and nodded. “Good job, Funds. Needed to be done.”

Fundy nodded and looked back down at the heart. He traced it and wiped off any dirt or grime possibly on it.

“Don’t condone this Dream! He just knocked Tommy out!” Wilbur continued.

“When have you not liked a little silence on his end though? Besides, his ego was too enflamed.” Dream replied.

The rest of the conversation drowned out in Fundys ears. All he could hear was incoherent yelling. He walked over to Tommy and grabbed the string from his hand. He tried to find a way to attach them back together, but to no avail.

He walked off the arena and blindly stepped toward the podium. He could feel someone following him and he sat down in one of the chairs in front of the podium.

“Fundy?”

He looked up to the voice and saw his lover. He nodded in response and looked back down at the pendant.

“Dream.. he broke it..” the Dutchman spoke quietly.

[And scene. This is all I had but after Nov 16 I just,,, didn’t want to finish it. But maybe if it gets enough love I’ll continue it- maybe. But I wanna work on other stuff. Maybe different husband shit- or maybe Karlnap 🤔 iunno- we’ll wait and see ;P]

#mcyt #dream #dreamwastaken #fundy #fundywastaken #Wilbur #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tubbo #the eret #unfinished #long post #long reads

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keelywolfe · 4 years ago

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FIC: Snowdrifts ch.2 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Undertale brothers in the house! Blue is gonna have to bring out more chairs.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Violence, Rescued Child, Medical Experimentation, Babybones

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From the first moment his brother chose to lead him through the filthy hallways of the old lab to show him an innocent child, Edge felt as if he weren’t quite aligned with the real world any longer. His memory of taking the baby into his arms and summoning that first attack held almost a dreamlike quality, as did their desperate flight from Hotland to the outskirts of Snowdin. It left him in the unfamiliar position of a memory he both didn’t want to remember but also never wanted to forget.

In a single moment, his world was twisted and turned upside down, so he supposed in that way it made sense that they ended up in Underswap.

It was also amusing, in its way, that the first reaction of all of their alternates was so similar to his own: pure doubt of what they were seeing, and the chaos of the Undertale brothers meeting Snow was another memory that wouldn’t be soon forgotten.

Before he could even agree that yes, their sight was not deceiving them, it was indeed a baby and a skeleton Monster baby at that, the door to the bedroom upstairs opened. Stretch emerged in a loose-limbed shamble, still sleep drowsy and wearing only a sagging pair of boxer shorts.

He’d barely made it to the landing before Blue said with loud outrage, “Papy! Put some clothes on!! We have guests!”

Stretch all but screeched to a stop and looked down at himself, blinking owlishly as if trying to figure out exactly what part of his wardrobe was unacceptable for company. Edge could only hope that he didn’t choose the boxer shorts and tried to look as if he certainly wasn’t appreciative of the very lovely view of smooth, silky bones.

That was, until he noticed the way Red was smirking as he took his own gander at the scenery. Edge frowned, jabbing an elbow into his brother’s side as he hissed out, “Quit staring!”

Red only rubbed at his ribs unrepentantly. “hey, lil’ window shopping never hurt anyone.” That leer tore Edge between the urge to slap his brother upside the skull or to cover Snow’s little sockets to protect her from such a terrible sight.

“It’s going to hurt you right in the tailbone!”

“oh, so sorry bro, didn’t know you were the jealous type.”

“I don’t need to be the jealous type to not want to see you drooling on the floor!”

In the midst of their whispered argument, overshadowed by Blue’s shouts, Stretch stood frozen on the landing. He spared a horrified look at them in the living room and all the eye lights staring up at him, then back at himself and wealth of bare bone he was showing. Stretch didn’t say a word, only turned on his heel and went right back into the bedroom. When he emerged again, he was dressed from his socks to the hood pulled over his skull and Edge was again split in his emotions, both mourning the loss and righteously grateful that his brother lost the privilege, too.

In the meantime, Papyrus took possession of the baby with much the same awkward enthusiasm that Blue had, bouncing her lightly in his arms as he burbled happily, “What a precious, adorable child who was definitely not here the last time we came over! What’s her name?”

“It’s Snow,” Edge told him. It was only then that he remembered he hadn’t yet shared the name with his brother, who groaned loudly, slumping back on the sofa.

“snow? really, bro?” Red complained. “we’re surrounded by the stuff every day and now you want to add it to the roll call? don’t we even get to put it to a vote?”

“I’m trying to protect her from the evils of the world,” Edge told him stiffly, “a name chosen by you would likely qualify.”

The way his brother’s grin widened should have warned him, if warning was even necessary when it came to Red. “snow kiddin’, bro, here i am just chillin’, and you gotta snowball me like that? i coulda picked an ice name for the little flake—"

“You seem to be under the mistaken impression that I won't hurt you in front of the baby.”

“Let it go, let it go,” Papyrus interrupted brightly. He held the baby up, dangling in his hands in a way that made Edge resist the urge to snatch her away. “It’s a perfect name for her, absolutely! Even if she occasionally gets ribbed about it.”

“yeah, it’s a great name,” Stretch agreed. Within the depths of his hood, his grin was cheekily wide. “if i do say snow myself. and i did.”

At that moment, Snow decided she’d had more than enough of being the center of attention or perhaps she simply had good taste when it came to horrible puns. She let out a loud wail, squirming in Papyrus’s hold as she reached for Edge. He gathered her into his arms, privately grateful to have at least one person on his side when it came to a dislike of awful humor.

Her cries cut through the general chaos, rendering normally loud skeletons fretfully silent and Edge stood, cuddling her close as he tried to coax her hiccoughing sobs to stop.

“someone’s had too much excitement,” Stretch said. He stood and went over to the pillows that had served as her nest and ended up haphazardly pushed aside to make way for the highchair. He rearranged them and patted a spot right in the middle. “bring her over here, she can have a laydown while we explain the sitch.”

Edge carried her over, patting her back as she whimpered and clung. “Perhaps I should take her upstairs, instead.”

“nah, sit with her,” Stretch said firmly, “she’ll settle down. better to train ‘em young to sleep through anything, useful skill.”

“Yes, you and my brother make use of it often.”

Despite his worries, Edge settled her into the pillows, following her down to sit next to her on the floor. He gently rubbing her sternum, paying no mind to the greenish bean stains on her pajamas, and very soon, the child calmed, falling asleep with an ease that would make several skeletons he could name envious.

He sighed, relieved, and turned around, startling to find everyone looking at him. Waiting, Edge realized; he had said he would explain and it seemed Red was more than willing to leave that task to him. Trust Red to stick to the more enjoyable parts of childcare and leave the difficult task of revising the birds and the bees to him. Or in this case, more like beakers and broken ethics.

This time, he kept the information to the barest details of finding her and taking her from the lab. It was not a story he cared to keep reliving.

“…and so we brought her here, to keep her safe,” Edge finished. Despite his cursory explanation, the entire time he’d been talking Blue and Papyrus sat in silence, their sockets huge. With every word, they’d crept forward as they listened until both of them were only inches away from him, still listening raptly.

“You save her,” Blue said, awed, “like a hero from a storybook!”

“Yes!” Papyrus agreed fervently, “A knight. Riding in on your steed—”

Red snorted, “that’s one i ain’t ever been called.”

“—saving the damsel from the evil villain!” Papyrus finished triumphantly. “If only I could have been there with you!”

“And me!” Blue added, starry-eyed, “the Magnificent Sans!”

“And the Great Papyrus!”

“Heroes!” The last was said in unison, both of them striking bold poses with hands on their hips right where they sat. Their glowing triumph was only diminished by sheepish guilt as the baby stirred uneasily at the noise.

“Heroes,” Edge murmured. He didn’t have the soul in him to disabuse them of their fantasy, even if he could somehow persuade them that there was nothing heroic about his so-called rescue, not in the slightest. He glanced back at the baby, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest as she slept peacefully. No, not heroic, only this small glimmer of goodness stolen from the depths of misfortune.

“so what are the odds of anyone popping through a portal to come looking for the little princess?”

They all turned to look at Sans, who was leaning against the sofa arm, his hands tucked into his pockets. He was the only one who’d made no attempt to hold the baby, Edge realized. Even now he kept back in that half-hidden way he had where one didn’t quite notice he was even missing until he spoke, his normal easygoing smile tightened into a near-grimace.

There was a question buried in there, but Edge wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up, entirely too busy deciding how to field the one he’d just been asked.

His brother chose that as his moment to finally speak up. “chances of that happenin’ ‘s at about zero, sansy. no new visitors are gonna stop by from our little slice of the universe.”

“you sure about that?” Sans said. His tone was light, almost teasing. The brief strobe of his eye light into a blur of blue/yellow, anything but.

“yep,” Red popped the ‘p’ loudly, “real fucking sure. now, how’s about we get to work on that movie before the abominable snow monster wakes up?”

Papyrus and Blue scrambled to their feet and headed for the kitchen, speaking in hushed tones that were really only just below a shout about popcorn and snacks and dashing deeds.

Edge stayed where he was next to the child and fought the urge to look at Sans. He could feel the weight of his gaze resting heavily on him, right up until his line of sight was broken by Stretch crouching down next to him.

“you want me to bring you some popcorn?” Stretch grinned ruefully, “figured you might want to sit next to the snowflake for this.”

“Yes, thank you,” Edge said, surprised. It was hardly necessary, he could certainly manage the two minutes required to go to the kitchen himself for a bowlful. He could, except for the fact that Sans’s question sent an uncomfortable trill crawling up his spine. Ridiculous, his brother was right, it was impossible for anyone to come from Underfell now, the machine was the only way, there was no other path.

Utterly ridiculous, and yet, Edge wanted to stay close to the baby all the same.

Stretch hadn’t yet move. “hey, edgelord,” Stretch leaned in, whispering right next to his audial canal. “i know you don’t think much of it, but i’m tellin’ you, they had the right of it, hero.”

“I’m not a hero,” Edge said, softly. He’d only done what any person whose soul wasn’t hardened to stone would, likely what his brother intended all along. It was only incidental that he’d been the one doing it, a combination of circumstance and luck.

“you are to her. and me.” Stretch stood quickly without giving Edge a chance to protest, faint orange dusting across his cheekbones as he headed for the kitchen where the rattle of popcorn was beginning. Next to him the child stirred, murmuring softly in her sleep. Edge reached over to settle a gentle hand on her, crooning wordless soothing. She didn’t wake, only took two of his fingers into a surprisingly strong grip and held on.

How was it, he wondered distantly, that her tiny grip transferred so easily to his soul, squeezing with gentle warmth around it right in his ribcage and holding on tight.

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tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #drifters

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dont-blame-it-on-the-kids · 4 years ago

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@mademoiselleenjolras

NSFW CONTENT

18+ ONLY

THIS IS YOUR WARNING

SERIOUSLY IT IS SMUT AND WRITTEN BY ME SO IT IS NOT GOOD SMUT

ALRIGHT YOU’RE IN FOR IT NOW.

HERE WE GOOOOO

Kya moaned heavily writhing under Lin’s expert hand.

“P-please.” she hated to sound needy but Lin had her body wound up like no one else could.

“You tease me all gala and now you want me to rush.” Lin tutted, she leaned down to nip at the skin of the waterbender’s thigh. Lin’s hands up her skirts disheveling her lover as strong fingers glided in firm motions over already soaked panties. “Mmm I don’t think so.” she hummed as she watched Kya pant gently and raked her eyes over the vision.

Kya was a vision, her blouse pulled aside and down revealing the field of hickeys and bitemarks across her chest and up her neck, Lin loved to leave them knowing Kya could heal any that they weren’t able to hide. Kya’s skin was flush as sweat caused lose silver hair to cling to her face and neck falling in perfect patterns Lin put to memory to trace over with her lips later.

Lin locked eyes with Kya as she nipped her inner thigh again and slipped her fingers under the panties, teasing light touches to Kya’s sex.

Kya gasped and whimpered arching into the light touches to try to encourage Lin to press harder, to move faster. Kya had no such luck, Lin was intent on teasing Kya just as much as she had been teased at the party earlier in the evening.

As Lin left bites and hickeys up Kya’s thighs she smiled feeling her lover grow more and more aroused, her pleading whimpers accompanying bucks and grinds if her hips trying to urge Lin along.

Lin hummed as she kissed her way across the top of Kya’s panties, the skirts fully pushed up over her hips and Kya begging Lin to touch her.

“Please Lin-” Kya panted now feeling like she was about to burst from the tension in her body.

Lin hooked Kya’s panties and pulled them aside finally pushing her mouth to Kya’s clit and the woman all but jumped off the bed in excitement. Lin used her arm to hold Kya’s hips down as she left long firm licks up the length of the slick sex, circling the hooded nerves firmly before starting her path over.

Kya arched deeply as her hands fisted in Lin’s steel locks, holding the earthbender in place.

“Lin! Lin! Oh-!” Kya gasped as Lin now didn't waste time pushing strong fingers deep into her and quickly finding those perfect places that made Kya’s stomach tighten and throat flutter.

Kya didn’t last long after the foreplay and the whispered words throughout the party. She arched her back and gasped out Lin’s name and a string of curses as her climax took hold of her body.

Lin smiled as she made Kya ride the high and pushed her to a second with quick expert movements. When Kya’s hands went from pulling Lin’s hair to gently pushing Lin knew she was spent.

Lin kissed Kya’s clit, thighs, then up her body, leaving a new bite mark to her collarbone before capturing Kya’s lips in a fierce kiss.

“My beautiful girl.” Lin hummed her praise as she moved to kiss along Kya’s face and neck, following the design of the wayward silver locks.

“My turn.” Kya growled low as she grabbed Lin’s hair firmly in her hand and pulled.

Lin moaned as Kya pulled her head back by her hair. Lin felt her lovers lips descend on the skin of her neck and collarbones leaving bites and bruises of her own.

#ns/fw #Spotify 2020 #my writing #ask meme #mademoiselleenjolras

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agoldengalaxy · 4 years ago

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The Hero’s Last Words

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“Slowly, he turned his face to look up at her. Those blue eyes, which she had come to adore so much, only trained on her - they seemed so bright in this rain. “Zelda,” he heaved, like every breath was a challenge.

“Please...” Tears gathered in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks and plopping onto Link’s dirtied tunic.”

The air was hot and burnt, pieces of red and purple floating carelessly through the air. Zelda still had goosebumps, despite how terribly warm it was around her, and the all-too-familiar beeps and spindly legs against the scorched ground surrounded her, threatening to close in. Gripping an overturned pillar, she peeked over it, watching, unable to look away.

Link was up against many Guardians; she had lost count. It seemed every time he came close to destroying one, more would appear. She was still powerless, and he was getting tired. His movements were becoming sluggish, and he was covered in sweat, mud, and...something red. Her heart was crying out for him, pounding in her chest, but she couldn’t even attempt to awaken her power. It was useless.

There was a blast, and he tried to dodge, but he was too slow - it sent him flying back, landing between a pair of disarmed Guardians straight on his back. She bit her lip to keep from crying out his name, because the Guardians had lost sight of him for the moment. Crawling across the muddy grass, she made her way closer, vision blurring from a combination of the rain and tears that threatened her composure. When she reached him, he’d somehow pulled himself up onto one knee, using the sword to keep him upright. He was struggling with every breath.

“Link, save yourself! Go!” Her voice broke as she stood, placing her hands on his shoulder. “I’ll be fine! Don’t worry about me! Run!” Please, please, for once, be selfish…

It was too much to hope for. He shrugged off her hands, pushing himself to his feet, and pulled the sword out out of the mud. Staggering back with the force of it, it seemed the sword that had chosen him was now too heavy - his shoulders were hunched, but he still held himself up, watching a Guardian crawl up on top of the deactivated ones. Its unrelenting eye moved back and forth, a target forcing itself right onto Link’s forehead. He closed his eyes, seemingly ready to embrace it -

“No!”

She couldn’t stand by, she couldn’t watch him die. She didn’t care if that meant her time was up instead. Pushing her knight out of the way, she held her hand up toward the Guardian, a brilliant light emanating from her. It was almost too bright to look at; it spread across the entire field, and then came the sadly unfamiliar sound of the beast powering off, and falling forward into the grass, unmoving.

Slowly, she lowered her hand, staring at it incredulously. Had she really just done it? “Was...Was that…the power -” A heavy thud cut her off, and she stiffened, turning around quickly. Lying on his side, in the dirt, was Link, eyes closed, dirt splotched on almost every inch of his face and clothes. She found herself frozen for a moment, not wanting to believe it, until feeling surged back into her legs and she ran to his side. “No, no…” she grabbed him, shaking forcefully, placing a hand behind his back, gently lifting him up. “Link! Get up!” His eyes opened just enough for him to let out a weak cough, leaning heavily against her arm. “You’re going to be just fine,” she said shakily, reaching to brush some hair out of his face. He had to be fine.

Slowly, he turned his face to look up at her. Those blue eyes, which she had come to adore so much, only trained on her - they seemed so bright in this rain. “Zelda,” he heaved, like every breath was a challenge. “I...l-love…”

“Please…” Tears gathered in her eyes, and some rolled down her cheeks and onto his dirtied tunic. She wanted to tell him to save his strength, but...

Link inhaled shallowly, and his last word came, barely audible. “You.” As it left his lips, his eyes fell shut, and he went limp against her arm and chest, hair still fluttering in the light wind.

Thunder rumbled and she gasped. “No…” Tears flowed freely now, and she leaned forward, resting against his firm chest. There was no relief for her - his heart was still. It was all her fault. They were all gone because of her - first her father and the Champions, and now…She sobbed, holding onto him tighter. “I love you, too,” she breathed, pressing her face closer, as if she could preserve his warmth. “P-Please, don’t leave me…” As if answering her, the sword, still held loosely in his hand, began blinking, making a strange noise. Begrudgingly, she lifted her head to stare at it. It continued to blink at her; like it was trying to tell her something. “The sword…?”

Link and the sword were connected. This had to mean…

“So he can...he can still be saved?” She tried to keep the note of hope out of her voice, but she still stared at it, hoping it would give her a direct answer -

“Princess!” Looking up, she blinked in surprise as two Sheikah warriors came running toward her, kneeling out of respect. “Princess, are you all right?!”

Zelda was fine; but now she had a job to do. Her power was awakened - Hyrule could still be saved yet. And so could her sweet knight. “Take Link to the Shrine of Resurrection. If you don’t get him there immediately, we are going to lose him forever. Is that clear?!” They nodded, brows furrowed. “So make haste and go! His life is now in your hands!” Her hands shook as the Sheikahs carefully lifted Link into their arms, running away quickly. Curling one into a fist, the other closed around the dirtied sword’s hilt, and she got to her feet, taking a deep breath.

Kneeling in Korok Forest, she reassured the sword, hoping to reassure herself, as well. Link would most likely not remember anything when he awoke once again. But he would still be Link - and he would still be the hero he was meant to be. She, on the other hand, was only just beginning. With her power now awakened, she knew what she had to do - and she would make sure to do her best until her knight returned to her.

“Great Deku Tree, I ask of you…” her heart felt like it may burst, and she clasped her hands tightly together. His last words rang in her ears. “When he returns, can you please relay this message? Tell him I love -”

Perhaps she was imagining it, but it looked as though the tree was smiling. “Words intended for him would sound much better in the tones of your voice, don’t you think?”

And strangely enough, she felt herself smile, too, hearing the birds chirp and the air warm on her skin. One day, they would be reunited once again. One day, she would get to tell him.

“Yes.”

With the knowledge she would meet him yet again, she headed to the castle.

She was ready for this.

#the legend of zelda #breath of the wild #botw #zelink #zelda #link #aoc #today I woke up and chose pain #let them say they LOVE EACH OTHER PLEASE #agoldengalaxy #my writing #my post

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Another fix it fic for the end of the show in which Cas is saved from the empty and becomes human.

As usual read below or on ao3:

Good things do happen

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It took a lot to figure out how to get into the empty, and it was no easy feat. They spent over a year tirelessly trying to find a solution, looking for tears in the fabric of the universe that could be manipulated into opening with a complicated spell and a dangerous sacrifice.

Now, Sam and Dean were standing in the middle of a field, a large bowl between them that was filled with items that had not been easy to procure.

“You ready for this?” Sam asked.

Dean nodded. “Let’s do it.”

Sam began to chant in Latin and Dean drew a blade across his arm, gritting his teeth at the bite of the knife as blood to sprang from his veins.

After every third line, he deepened the cut, allowing more blood to drip into the bowl as Sam kept chanting. The time slipped by, Sam’s chants grew shorter and eventually something began to flicker life behind them.

Dean could feel the blood loss pulling at him now and he nodded to Sam as he wrapped an old rag around his bleeding arm.

“You’re up,” Dean said.

Sam quickly pulled his own knife from his pocket and dragged the blade across his arm, blood pearling in its wake. “Alright, I can’t keep this gate open for that long, you better be back before I bleed out.”

“I won’t be long,” Dean promised.

“You’ve got the beacon?” Sam asked.

Dean nodded and pulled the beacon from where it had been hanging from around his neck. It was a hunk of metal that had been buried in an Egyptain catacomb with a long dead pharaoh, and it was said to lead you to what you desired most.

“See you soon, Sammy,” Dean said as he turned towards the open portal.

“Get him back.”

“I plan to.”

Without another word, Dean pushed his way through the portal, the beacon clasped tightly in his fist. Walking through the beam of light felt a lot like walking straight into a freezer, but he pushed through and eventually he was standing in a vast black space.

The empty.

There was nothing but darkness on every side and Dean uncurled his fist and let the beacon touch the air.

Nothing happened and Dean cursed.

“Come on, come on,” he muttered.

It took another minute or so but soon it started to glow, a bright white light that reminded Dean of angel grace.

“Awesome,” Dean said as he began to walk.

The light dimmed at his first step and he quickly changed his course and let it guide him through the empty. Dean didn’t know how long he’d been walking but finally the beacon light grew so bright that Dean was certain Cas was near.

“Cas?” Dean called out, spinning in circles to try and catch a glimpse of Cas. A whimper sounded near his feet to his left and his eyes snapped to the ground.

There, crumpled on the floor, was Cas. He was twitching in his sleep and letting out soft cries of pain.

“I won’t hurt Dean,” Cas mumbled. “I won’t hurt Dean.”

Dean’s heart clenched in his chest at his name falling from Cas’ lips and he dropped to the ground beside Cas. “Cas!” he shouted as he shook his shoulders. “Cas, wake up!” Cas only groaned again so Dean shook him harder. “Cas come on man, please.” Suddenly, Cas’ eyes snapped open and he scrambled backwards, startled. “Cas, calm down, it’s me.”

“Dean?”

Dean grinned. “Yeah.”

“What’re you… how are you…?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m getting you out of here.” Dean reached out a hand towards Cas and then pulled it away, suddenly sheepish. “That is if you want to come back with me.”

“Dean I do, but...” Cas trailed off. “I can’t just leave, the empty will-”

“Yeah, I’ve got that covered. There’s a way to leave, but you have to… give up your grace.”

Cas blinked at Dean in surprise. “What?”

Dean nodded. “I know it’s not ideal, but you’ll never have to come back here, so what do you say?” Dean held his hand back out and Cas took it, letting Dean pull him to his feet.

“I think that sounds wonderful,” Cas replied.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” Dean pulled an angel blade from his jacket and held it out to Cas, “do you want to or should I?”

Cas placed his hand on Dean’s wrist and nodded at him. “I trust you.”

Dean swallowed thickly and then reached up to cup Cas’ face, gently tilting his head so he could access his neck. With a careful movement, he drew the blade across his skin and white light poured from the cut. Dean pulled out the small flask he’d brought with him and let the grace seep into its confines before he pocketed it and then extended his hand to Cas.

“Come on, Sam’s waiting for us.”

Dean could see the faint light of the portal in the distance, and he and Cas set off towards it at a run. A scream sounded behind them but neither of them spared the empty a second glance as they burst through the portal, nearly stumbling into Sam. Sam stepped away from the bowl, his arm leaking with red and Dean let go of Cas’ hand to rush to his side, helping to wrap his arm up.

When Sam was taken care of he turned to Cas. “It’s good to see you.”

“And you,” Cas replied.

“So it worked then?” Sam asked.

Dean nodded as he let his hand fall back into Cas’. “Yes.”

Sam looked between them but said nothing as he began to gather everything up. Dean gave Cas’ hand a reassuring squeeze and then they headed back to the Impala. Sam also didn’t say a word when Cas slid into the passenger's seat, subjecting Sam to the backseat, he just smiled knowingly and Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Back at the bunker, Sam disappeared off to his room and Dean was left with Cas and a very excited Miracle.

“Who’s this?” Cas asked as he crouched down to pet the dog.

“That’s Miracle,” Dean replied.

“He’s very friendly,” Cas commented through a smile as Miracle licked at his face.

Dean chuckled in agreement and reached down to scratch him behind the ear. “Yes, he is. He’s also probably hungry. Are you hungry, boy?” Miracle wagged his tail and Dean waved a hand at him. “Well come on then.” He started down the hall but paused when he realized Cas wasn’t following. “You too.”

Cas came to join Dean and Dean grinned at him before leading them off to his room where he filled Miracle’s food dish and then collapsed on his bed. Cas didn’t move from where he stood in the doorway and Dean sighed and patted the bed beside him.

“Have a seat, Cas, and shut the door.”

Cas came over to him slowly and when he sat down there was a gap between them. “Dean,” Cas began.

“No, Cas, let me speak okay? You did all the talking… last time. It’s my turn.” Cas nodded slowly and Dean slid closer to Cas, closing the distance between them and reaching out to take one of Cas’ hands in his. “First things first, I love you too.”

Cas’ eyes snapped to his, pupils blown wide. “You do?”

“Of course I do, did you really think I didn’t?”

Cas shrugged. “I didn’t know what to think.”

“You didn’t exactly give me a chance to reply, you laid all that… stuff, on me, and I couldn’t catch up, it all happened so fast. But what you said… I’m not-I’m not a good person, Cas.”

“That is not true,” Cas said as his hand came up to Dean’s face, gently turning Dean towards him. “You are the best person I know, with the kindest heart, and the truest intentions.”

Dean blushed and lowered his gaze, focusing instead on their joined hands. “I don’t deserve you,” he muttered.

“That’s quite the opposite,” Cas said as he shifted on the bed to face Dean. “I want to be with you Dean, if that’s what you want too.”

Dean dragged his eyes to meet Cas’ again, hope blooming in his chest. “I do.”

Cas smiled and then Dean was leaning forward, finally allowing their lips to connect. It was soft at first, but it deepened quickly until it was just tongues fighting for dominance as heated breaths were drawn in between kisses.

Eventually they pulled apart, breathing heavily with a glow to their eyes and grins on their spit-slick lips. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Dean said against Cas’ mouth.

“Me too,” Cas agreed.

“I’m never letting you go again,” Dean said as they fell back onto his bed, hands entangled.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

***Six Years Later***

“We’ll be late, Dean, hurry up!”

Cas’ shout reached Dean from where he was in their bedroom in the middle of putting on his shoe. “I’m coming!” he shouted back. He finished tying his shoelace and then grabbed his jacket before he went down the stairs to find Cas waiting impatiently at the door, their four year old daughter, Grace, on his hip. “What’s the rush, babe? Sam’s not going to have an aneurysm if we’re two minutes late.”

Cas rolled his eyes as Dean pulled him in for a quick kiss. “I know, sorry, I just like to be timely.”

“I know you do, doesn’t he Gracie?” Dean replied through a chuckle as he reached around Cas to open the door.

Grace smiled up at Dean and giggled. “Yes he does.”

Dean grinned and held out his fist for Grace to bump with hers. “That’s right.”

Cas snorted as he brushed past Dean to get outside, leaving Dean to lock up the house. Much to Dean’s chagrin, Cas had insisted that they buy a ‘more practical car’ with safety features (and Dean couldn’t exactly argue because the last thing he wanted was Grace to go flying from her seat if he had to stop fast) so that was the car they piled into now.

Cas buckled Grace into her car seat and then Dean started the car and backed out of the driveway.

Sam’s house wasn’t too far, it was about a twenty minute drive. They’d thought about getting houses across the street from each other, but then they decided that they wanted to be able to live their separate lives with occasional visits.

The drive passed quickly and when they got out of the car Dean grabbed Grace from the backseat and followed Cas to the door.

“They’re here!” Eileen called as she opened the door.

“Hello,” Cas said as Eileen pulled him into a hug.

“Hey,” Dean greeted her as she gave him and Grace the same treatment.

“Dean,” Sam said as he rounded the corner, “Cas, glad you made it.”

“Yeah, it was a bit hard to find the place, sorry we took so long.”

Sam chuckled and rolled his eyes before pulling Dean into a side hug and planting a kiss on Grace’s head, which caused her to giggle.

“Where’s the birthday boy?” Dean asked.

“In the other room,” Sam replied.

Dean handed Grace off to Sam and found his way into the living room where Sam’s son, Bobby, was playing. “Hey kiddo!” Dean exclaimed as he came into the room.

“Uncle Dean!” Bobby shouted as he pushed himself to his stubby feet and stumbled towards him.

Dean met him halfway and scooped him up into his arms. “Happy birthday squirt.”

Bobby giggled and grinned at Dean. “I’m five,” he said.

“I know, you’re getting so big!”

Dean set Bobby back down and looked over at Cas who had appeared in the doorway, two beers in hand. “Hi uncle Cas!” Bobby said.

“Hello there,” Cas smiled. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” Bobby replied with a grin.

“Sam says Jody and everyone else is in the backyard, what do you say we join them?” Cas asked.

Dean nodded and ruffled Bobby’s hair. “We’ll see you out there kiddo.”

Dean took the beer Cas offered him and then wrapped an arm around Cas’ waist and together they headed outside.

Jody and Donna hugged them tightly and Claire and Kaia waved from where they were sitting by the fire pit and Patience and Alex were talking in a set of lawn chairs.

“Looks like the parties finally arrived,” Donna joked.

“You know it,” Dean said with a wink. Donna chuckled and turned away to resume her conversation with Jody. “Hey, Cas?” Dean asked.

“Yes, Dean?”

“What happened to our daughter?”

“Sam’s got her,” Cas replied.

“And I’m about to return her to you,” Sam said as he came up behind them with Eileen and Bobby in tow. Sam handed Grace off to Cas and then clapped Dean on the shoulder. “What do you say to manning the grill?”

“I’d love to,” Dean replied. Dean followed Sam over to the grill and quickly got to work flipping burgers.

The yard was filled with laughter and quiet conversations. Cas had gone over to sit with Claire, who was now playing with Grace, and Dean grinned at the sight.

“So you and Cas have been good?” Sam asked.

“We’ve been great,” Dean replied. “You and Eileen?”

“Wonderful.”

“Bobby’s not too much trouble is he?” Dean asked with a chuckle.

“Not any more than he’s worth.”

“Well Grace would give him a run for his money. She’s got Cas wrapped around her little finger, he’ll do anything she asks.”

“She’s got you wrapped up just as tightly,” Sam replied.

“Shut up,” Dean grunted, but he was smiling.

Once the burgers were cooked and served up, they all sat down at the long table Sam had set up and ate until they couldn’t eat anymore, and then it was gift time. Bobby tore into present after present, setting aside different toys and coloring books.

When the kid had finished with his gifts, Eileen brought out the cake and they sang a rendition of happy birthday to you, which had Bobby grinning so wide that Dean’s heart melted just a little bit.

As Dean took his first bite of cake, he looked around at everyone seated at the table, his gaze coming to land on Cas last of all. Cas smiled at him and Dean leaned in to kiss him.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean said when they pulled apart, frosting coating both their lips. “You were right.”

“About what?” Cas asked as he helped Grace with her cake.

“Good things do happen.”

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Not Alone: Chapter Seven

-> an apocalyptic series with bnha characters but without quirks because im the writer and i can do whatever the fuck i want :P this ones a lil longer than the last

-> Word Count: 2.2k

-> Warnings: pervy doods, blood(?)

-> Taglist: @5sosfckss @laudthingcat [if you wanna be added lmk <3]

She didn’t look back. She knew he was watching her. She couldn’t bear to see the look on his face. His eyes would haunt her forever. She’s never left Hades before. He was always a part of whatever she did. He would wait in the woods while she raided houses, but he was still there. This was the first time she had ever turned her back on him and she didn’t know if she would be back.

She just put one foot in front of the other.

When the sun rose Y/n was in the middle of nowhere. She walked and listened to the music of the birds. The sun was above her and it was hot. Spring wasn’t like how it was when she was little. Now it was warm and muggy. She knew she was about halfway. Lost in the trail, she heard something she hadn’t heard in a long time, a buzz. She followed the noise to a hive. It was small and only half built but it made her feel good inside. She hadn’t seen a bee since before. She watched the busy bees for a little while longer before she turned back to the trail.

The sun had set and Y/n was starting to feel tired. She climbed a tree and laid against the trunk in one of the high up branches. After she closed her eyes, flashes filled her head instantly.

Her father was pushing her along the road. Cars and trucks filled the freeway. People sat in them still, but her dad didn’t think they had enough time to get out. He had waited for this day his whole life.

“Y/n we need to get to high ground and get away from these people,” his fingers bit into her back as he poked her.

“Dad, maybe we should go back home,” Her voice was small, compared to the noise of the masses.

“No. Run faster Y/n. We need to run.” He was in front of her, dragging her up a grassy hill. Her legs hurt. He had made her work out since she could remember. But it was late and she was tired. She thought a bad thought. A thought she would always regret. His erratic behavior forced the thought.

She heard a cracking noise and her fathers face faded away.

She woke and looked around but she saw nothing. Her eyes were blocked by something. She lifted her head and realized that she was face down in a bushy branch. The small branch she was resting her weight on was breaking. She struggled for a moment and pulled herself up, but the branch below her snapped and she winced as the noisy strike filled the air. Her heartbeat was throbbing throughout her body.

She had nowhere to go if anything had heard the noise. She stood perfectly still and willed her body to calm down. She couldn’t believe how close she came to falling out of a tree. She never slept in trees, she always chose underground. But tonight she had no choice. She had no plan. She felt naked without it. She stayed in the tree, rested her eyes and listened to the sounds of the night.

She climbed down before the sun came up. She never moved much during the day. It was one of her rules. But she had no choice, she was limited on time. She walked quickly, trying not to imagine the fever that had flushed his cheeks or the pain his leg was causing him. His eyes unnerved her, even in her own mind.

She saw the trees thinning and knew she was close. Her stomach was a bundle of knots and nerves. She walked as close as she could with her weapons and gripped them close to her as she had her last few seconds with them. She’s only been here once and it scared the hell out of her. She trembled and put them in a hole under a tree. She stuffed the bow to the very back of the hole and her knife. She shivered from the feeling of being without them.

She walked away and broke branches with her hands every few steps. She left the snapped ends hanging. It looked like a bear or other large animal had roamed the woods. Her father’s craziness would live inside her forever. The first few steps from the woods felt like wading through the river. Her legs ached, but the anxiety of being on an open road was making them feel like she was wearing cement boots.

Her breath increased and her peripheral vision became sharper. She saw a leaf blowing down the concrete. She could see an old brown stain and forced her brain to not hear the ripping and tearing. It felt weird to walk down a road. It had been so long she couldn’t remember the las time.

Just when she thought her stomach couldn’t hurt worse, she heard them.

They were a ways down the road but they hollered at her. She knew it was her they were shouting at. Her legs broke into a run for the gates of the town before she dared to glance at them. Her muscles pushed and her bullet hole stung.

She ran in a way she hadn’t in a long time. No backpack there to weigh her down, just a small pack in her hands. No heavy clothes because of the spring sun popping out. All she wore was a long sleeve shirt, cargo pants, and her thick soled boots she took from the dead. She was faster than she remembered being. It could’ve been that she was more scared that she remembered being. Her arms pumped as her legs dug into the ground. The forest green was passing her by in a blur.

She saw the guards. They wouldn’t protect her unless she reached the town. They would watch the men tear her clothes from her body and rape her in the field out front. The voices behind her were closing in. They were fast too. They ran more than she did.

“Don’t run baby. We’ll make it worth your while.”

She didn’t look back as she blasted through the guard gate and dropped to her knees inside the walls. She heard a guard through the blood pounding inside her ears.

“Halt.” Suddenly there were four guards there in front of the gate with huge guns. The five men who had chased her were bent over and breathing heavily. She saw the smirk of one of the men when his eyes met hers. He pointed toward her.

“See you on the way out. Maybe we can give you an escort home.” A shiver traveled up her spine. His grin scared her.

He was seedy and dirty and his skin made her want to gag. She moved away from the contact of a hand gripping her arm suddenly. An older woman helped her stand, “I won’t bite.” She looked back at the man and gave him the middle finger. Her dad called it the bird. “Not like them anyway.”

She smiled at Y/n. Her teeth were brown and Y/n thought that she was probably poor before the world ended. The poor lived longer than any of the rich. They already knew how to survive.

Y/n hated the smell of the town. She remembered that now, as the different smells washed over her. Sewage being the most distinct one.

“What can we do for you dear?”

Y/n glanced at the old lady. She didn’t trust her. No one trusted the townies. But she needed to remind herself of the desperate situation she was in.

“I need medicine for blood poisoning.”

The lady winced, “Are you injured?” Y/n shook her head.

“Not for me.”

“What kind of injury?”

Y/n paused, not wanting to talk to her. But she knew that she didn’t have time to take any chances.

“A stick went into his leg. I sewed it up but I think there’s pieces of bark still in there.”

She nodded, “I have just the thing.” She pulled Y/n along.

The town was a shantytown, made up of rundown houses and lean-tos. They would have been nice and pretty fancy before. Now the lean-tos almost seemed nicer. The walls surrounding the town were made of sharpened poles like out of a medieval village. She saw smelly people peddling their wares to passer-throughs and she felt like they had entered a dark age. She wished knights in armor were part of this nightmare.

Y/n was permitted to sleep one night with a purchase. She felt excitement she couldn’t explain at the idea of sleeping. Her rest in the tree was terrible. She was a passer-through. She could buy whatever she could carry. But buy was trade and she had very few things to trade.

The two entered a rundown house with stacks of papers and garbage inside. She could smell the garbage before she entered. The old lady cleared away a stack of plastic bags and other garbage from a long wooden counter. She lifted a white metal chest up and grinned her brown smile at Y/n.

“This is very special. It’s from the city. It’s what they use to treat the breeders. My son works there. He lets me have some, to help us here.”

Her words both disgusted and scared Y/n. Y/n couldn’t help but look around the room. She felt like an ambush would happen any second.

The lady laughed, “Kid don’t be a fool. He was taken there. He doesn’t work there because of the special perks.” Y/n gagged at the way she said perks and lifted her eyebrows. “He’s a doctor. All the doctors were taken.” Y/n didn’t feel any better at the thought. She felt herself panic at the idea of the breeder farms. “Girl you’re gonna have to wow me, for me to give you some of this.”

Y/n pulled out the big guns on the first try. She would try to bargain but she was in a hurry to get some sleep. She would have to sneak out of town in the middle of the night. The pervs at the gates had changed her initial plan. She passed the small blue bottle to the old lady and watched as her eyes lit up.

“Is it sealed?”

Y/n nodded and watched as the lady snatched it and kissed the bottle. She could feel her nose scrunch up.

She eyeballed Y/n with her crazy eyes, “How’d you get this?”

“My father had a health food store. He left me a couple bottles. This is the last one.” Y/n hated that she had given it to her. It wasn’t really her last one but it was still priceless.

She pushed three vials at Y/n from the white chest and pointed to the door, “Leave and tell no one what I’ve sold you.”

Y/n nodded, “Likewise.” The lady handed her the slip she needed to get a nights sleep at the Inn. She left feeling the old lady's eyes on her, but when she looked back she saw the lady hugging the bottle of tea tree oil like a nut. Her messy long white hair made her look like the evil queen from snow white, hugging the poisoned apple.

Y/n walked out onto the broken concrete street and looked around. She saw the Inn in the far corner of the shops. She kept her eyes low to the ground as she crossed.

“Bread miss? Eggs?”

She looked at a young man pointing to a house. She shook her head. She never ate anything that came from other people. Especially not townies. The sanitation there was far below the standards they had as a civilization. She heard rumors of a new plague last time she came through here.

She entered the Inn and looked around. A woman with bright red hair eyed her up and down. Y/n passed her the slip of paper and the lady’s face brightened up.

“Good to have patrons this early in spring.”

Y/n looked around, “How safe is this town?”

The lady shrugged, “Depends. A sweet piece of virgin ass like you is going to have troubles no matter where you go.”

She frowned, “Thanks.”

The lady croaked a laugh, “Precious, you’re risking a fuck ton coming here. The hunters are looking for breeders like you. Clean virgins.” Y/n passed her a diamond ring from her pocket and watched the lady’s dark brown eyes light up. “Luckily, a lady like me runs this Inn. You’ll be safe.”

Y/n smiled bitterly, “Wait until you see the ring you get when I leave here in one piece. Virginity intact.”

“I’d sneak out in the night if I were you. The things that circle town usually have what they want by sundown.” She turned back to Y/n and gave her a bright white smile, “Girls that look like you are fun.”

Y/n met her smile, “I’m fun. Just not in a way anyone appreciates.” She climbed the stairs and tried not to let her exhaustion be too obvious.

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