#wrapped up in second guesses and it ain’t perfect

[firethatgrewsolow]

Dusty bookshops were my kryptonite, with their towers of tomes begging to tell me stories. Throw in some well worn Persian rugs, and I was about as close to heaven as I could get. This side of the ozone, anyway. I imagined traipsing down the aisles, running the tip of my finger along the endless spines, each one promising a heart-wrenching tale, breathtaking adventure, or deep dive into the finest patisseries in Paris. The backbone of society I'd determined, every vertebrae a newfound treasure. And I was held captive by the deliberation of which morsel I'd devour next. As it happened, said morsel devoured me, an unexpected, most delightful surprise. But I'm getting ahead of myself. First, introductions.

I'm nobody of note. In fact, if you saw me out at a cafe, and you just might have, your gaze would wash over me, maybe stopping for a beat, maybe not. Beauty evades me, but I’m not homely, either. Middle of the road, I'd say. I do the best with what I've got. Well, most of the time. I work at a flower shop in the mornings and a record shop in the evenings. I make enough to pay the bills but Iikely won't get rich, which is fine. I quite enjoy my life in its simplicity. I have a small apartment on a street that used to be fashionable and a cat named Peru. Not that I've been to Peru. It's just the first thing I thought of when I was bequeathed the beast by my ex as he was walking out the door. A parting gift, he'd said. The bastard. Truth be told, Peru wasn't actually the first thing I'd thought of, but those particular words would have been far from appropriate to name a cat. To be fair, she's not really a beast - she's very lovely, and I've even managed to quash most of the details of her origin. After all, it's not her fault. She was suckered just like me. But I digress. Back to the bookshop.

Arabella's Athenaeum. I never tired of chiding my friend for the lofty name. Doubly so because her name was actually Gwen. She was a dreamy type, always ensconced in flowing gauzy dresses, her long tousled waves falling across her shoulders and back with the perfect blend of Vogue and devil may care. I called it Harper's Blase. I'd say I was jealous (which I was), but her innate kindness and gracious nature seemed to remediate any bitterness one could have for someone so ... perfect. But nobody's really perfect, are they?

I tapped my pen on the little wooden desk beneath me. I’d been doodling designs for Gwen’s new letterhead in between grilling her about various things, including the name of the shop. I hadn’t noticed the damn thing was leaking all over my hand. Shit.

"I only named it that because it has a nice ring to it."

I smirked as she straightened the already tidy papers on the counter. Which was spotless, as always. I quelled the urge to drum my ink-stained fingers on it. "So you've said. But you've never told me who, exactly, Arabella is."

"Some mysteries are better left just that," Gwen replied with a wink.

I snickered. "It's bullshit. You made it up."

"I did not. It means something." She pursed her lips. "I just haven't quite figured it out yet."

"Right. An enigma, then." I rolled my eyes, fishing a tissue from my pocket. "Very mystical. Perhaps you'll reveal it on the third solstice before the second equinox after the-"

"Equinox."

The word rang out like a bullet, and I glanced at my friend, perplexed. She was as still as a statue, her brow creased. Christ, she could even make befuddlement look appealing. I began another ribbing but stopped short. "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Gwen blinked, clasping the pendant around her neck. "No, it's just that someone mentioned that today. Equinox."

I shrugged. "Well, I'm not really well versed in planetary or seasonal ... whatever."

She shook her head, twirling the amethyst between her fingers. "No, no, no, it's a bookshop. They were talking about a bookshop that's opening down the way." She cleared her throat, her gossamer gaze sharpening. "Apparently it's all very hush hush. Quite secretive."

Now I was intrigued. "What's the story? Who's opening it? Are you worried about the competition?" I scolded myself for the question. Gwen never worried about anything. Still, she did seem a bit ... distracted.

Before she could answer, a trio of tinkles filled the air, usually the harbinger of customers and kindred spirits. Or the more than occasional admirer, of which Gwen had a boundless supply. But not today. Today what stood before us was nothing of the sort. A cool gust shimmied across my ankles as the door swung shut behind him, silencing the silvery bells.

"Good evening."

The words were gentle and reedy, somewhat at odds with the halo of blue black that shrouded his face. I nearly didn’t hear them. Had he said anything at all? My gaze swept to Gwen, who was mute and motionless, save for the repetitive ministrations on the amethyst around her throat. The spell was broken as he quietly crept closer.

“May I speak to the proprietor?”

[gloxk]

Think she grippin’ on my dick but that’s my gun baby~

(Eren Y.)

A/n: Lil sum sum— srry fa neglecting yall. My schedule is so fuckkkkkeedd. But, I got sum more ‘plug’ eren comin up for my luvz. Anyway I hope yall enjoy this my luvz🫶🏽!

Synopsis: First link w Eren Yeager after not seeing him in a long time. ♥︎

Warning (s): Gun kink , dirty talk, Eren talking you through it, Mentions of drugs, riding an inanimate object, f/m, Uhm like reader calls him sir? Pet names, Needy s*x, Smut, ovi. girl yk the deal 17+ around here!

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You kicked your feet while biting your bottom lip, “Yeah, I know you miss me, baby.” You cheesed at his comments. Eren knew exactly what to say, his words were so sweet and slick. “Of course I miss you ren. When you gon come see me?” You heard his music blaring through his speakers. This boy really had you thinking about him every second of the day and night. “Whatchu mean? I’m outside right now ma.” You nearly took flight running down to the front door. It felt like time was nothing more than a mere interference with your speed. You swung your door open , your smile instantly dropped looking at your empty driveway “Fucking asshole, you lied.” He cackled as if you said something funny. “Nah I’m here.” He flicked his head lights grabbing your attention, you forgot his car was completely black. You didn’t understand why he would make his Hellcat so dark. Didn’t he want people to see it?

You smiled seeing him get out of his car, he looked so fucking fine in his Nike tech. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. Knees nearly buckled as Eren approached the door. You gulped back your salvia, it felt like swallowing a golf ball. “Heyyy baby.” His lips met your cheek, it’s been so long since you saw Eren. His voice held a sweet tang and a long draw to it. His fragrance was a mix of Dior Sauvage and Backwoods. His eyes spoke for themselves; red and low. “Eren—are you high?” you pulled his face closer to yours. Examining his eyes—yeah, he was fucking hammered. “When am I not?” He flashed his pearly whites, you always wonder how he got his teeth so nice and white. If perfection was a human it had to be him, there was no visible flaw within that man. “You gonna smoke your brain away if you keep it up.” You closed the door and walked with him up to your bedroom. Eren looked at you with a soft expression, his eyes locked on to yours. “Aww, you care about me, baby? Fine, I guess I have no choice but to do as you wish.”He jokingly replied. Eren didn’t have many people who cared for him, so it was nice to know you were one of the very few.

Eren found himself in your bed once again, he nuzzled into your neck while a basic Netflix movie played. He wasn’t particularly interested in the movie, and you were aware of this. But he acted like he was excited to watch it. Your hands ran over his thigh grazing over his dick. Fingertips wrapping around it. “Damn Ren, you must be very happy to see me huh?” you giggle sinking into your bed lining. Eren's dark jade eyes met yours, the lower part of his face was covered by his hand. Unbeknownst to you, he had a new hand tattoo; a skeleton face—damn he looked fine. “That ain’t my dick, that’s my gun baby.” He laid on his back, his shirt slightly lifting revealing the weapon. You couldn’t resist wrapping your fingers around the handle of his gun; it was calling your name. You held it in your hand admiring the weapon, it alone held the power to remove a soul from this world.

“You like it?” he took the gun away from your grasp. He parted your thighs placing the cold metal against your cunt. “Yes sir.” You bit your lip at the sheer cold touching you. The hairs on your neck stood up, it was so dangerous, it turned you on. He slid your panties over letting the blistering cold metal meet your pussy. The gun started at a gentle pace, moving slowly against your clit. Erens lips occupied your neck; kissing and sucking it. His tongue lightly brushed over your collarbone, you felt his tongue piercing glide against your skin. You rutted hard against his gun trying to relieve the built-up pressure in your abdomen. You didn’t want his gun, you wanted him. You wanted him to fuck you silly until you could no longer comprehend your surroundings. “Fuucck, I need more ren, I need you.” The gun hastily left your thighs. “I need you too ma.” His mouth met his glock licking your slick off of it. Eren's lips pressed firmly together creating a ‘mmm’ sound. He got on top of you pressing his chest against yours. You felt his bulge through his sweatpants, his dick was begging to be left free. He pulled his sweat pants down, just below his crotch panel. Your fingertips slipped under his elastic waistband; tugging his boxers downwards. His dick pounced out, an angry red color washed over his tip. “Fuck, it’s been too long.” He stroked his dick letting the bead of pre cum coat his tip. Eren slid inside inch by inch, he grunted feeling your heat. “Damn baby, I ain’t fuck you good in a minute huh? You miss this dick?” You nodded quickly, yes—you missed everything about him. His hand wrapped around your mouth looking at his tattoo covering your face. It turned him on seeing it on you— whether his hand was around your throat, mouth, or ass. It always looked so perfect on you.

Eren tugged your shirt up watching your tits bounce as he pounded into you. You tried to push him away from overstimulating your cunt “Nah, This what you wanted right? Take this dick.” He grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulder, he fucked you faster making you scream out. You could have sworn you put holes in the sheets because you were gripping them so tightly. You threw your head back clenching around Erens cock. Your body jolted at your release, finally letting go of that pressure you once had. “Ahh- fuck-“ you moaned while subtly grinding against his abdomen. His pace faltered, but not ending, Eren didn’t stop fucking you until he came all over your stomach. By then you were already on your third orgasm. He positioned himself beside you kissing your neck while tracing circles on your arm. “I know you love that shit.” He sighed, he was a fool for you as you were for him. He loved looking at your fucked out expression knowing he was the reason you looked like that.

“Mhm, I do, I really fucking do.” He grabbed his gun again setting it down on your chest, “That’s my favorite gun now, ima get your name carved in it.” That gun will forever be by his side from now on.

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4 my whores.

[clearlydiamondz]

The Game

Erik!Stevens X Black!Reader 

Part Five 

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Erik being the most popular person at  Texas Southern University, he has his heart set on a particular girl.

Warning: slight smut, panic/anxiety attack, manipulation 

Y’all I am so sorry for keeping this from y’all. I just have had major writer’s block but I’m back in the game! Don’t forget to leave me some requests if you have some!

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Erik opened the door to his apartment, noticing that she wasn’t there yet. He threw the keys on the table that was next to the door, walking to the back room to see his room surrounded by her belongings. Chuckling, he went into his walk-in closet to grab an outfit for the party tonight. He stripped into his boxers, getting a tad bit comfortable.  As he was looking for the perfect shoes, he heard the front door open. 

She walked to the back room to see him only in his boxers. “Dang, how you beat me here?” she asked taking off her varsity jacket and throwing it on the recliner that he had in his room. He sat down on the before saying, 

“I’ma speed demon,” he smirked at her as she playfully rolled her eyes. 

“Yeah I should’ve known.” she chuckled putting her purse at the foot of the bed. He grabbed her waist pulling her between his legs as his hands traced up the back of her thighs, before gripping her ass then wrapping his arms around her waist and looking up at her. 

“You did well... I ain’t know you danced like that,” he said with a slight grin presented on his face, making her blush. 

“I’ve been dancing since I’ve been in diapers. I’m a pro.” she bragged as he chuckled. “Mind if I hop in the shower real quick. I stink,” she said walking to her duffle bag. 

“Nah, I’m not gonna let you use it,” he said sarcastically. She grabbed one of his pillows throwing it at him 

“Yeah, I also noticed a couple of other things too.. that I didn’t know about you,” he said looking down at her legs, unraveling himself and tracing his hands in the inside of her thighs. She bit her lip at the settle action but continued to talk. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You know exactly what I mean... hitting splits, back bends, back arches, this ass,” he said slapping it as she gasped, the pain in pleasure shooting right to her pussy, instantly starting to get wet. “You was doing that shit like it was nothing.”

“Cuz it ain’t nothin’.”

“Hmm, so why I haven’t seen this side yet.” he stood up, and the instant change of her feeling more dominant looking down at him was quickly taken away when he stood there with just his boxers on, an obvious erection that was finna burst through the Nike Pro boxers he had on. He noticed her breathing hitched as she backed up. But with every step she took back, he took forward. 

“I know I’m not speaking to myself, so I suggest you speak up.” he raised an eyebrow at her. 

“I didn’t wanna freak you out..” He stood there for a second before laughing.

“Freak? Me out? Nah baby that’s not how it goes.” he said shaking his head, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. It looked like he was offended by the statement but it looked like he was going to show her what was really up. 

“N-Not like that. it’s just. I don’t wanna chase you off with the”

“Okay. I’m done talking to you now. I was holding back now but since you are a Lil freak who has been also showing out, I guess I gotta show you what the fuck is really up.” He stepped back. “All that? Off. Now.” he demanded her. She took off the T-Shirt that she had on, exposing her nicely fit white sports bra. She unhooked it from the front as her titties popped out like a can of biscuits. 

Her nipples got hard instantly due to the fan blowing right on her chest. She hooked herself on her track pants but he stopped her. “Nah turn around. Lemme see that ass and pussy poking out,” he said. She turned around, slowly pulling her pants and boy shorts down, her fat pussy sitting between her upper and inner thighs. She wrapped her hands around her ankles, looking between her legs to see him walking closer to her, his dick visibly getting harder by the second. 

He was right behind her, trailing his middle finger up and down her slit. She bit her lip trying to concentrate on keeping her balance, but damn he was making this hard. 

“Sexy ass,” he whispered more to himself before kneeling down. “Got such a pretty pussy. You deserve to get this pussy eaten whenever you want you to understand me?” he asked her. She didn’t say anything, the slight teasing made it impossible. She was trying to focus on her breathing until he slapped her on the ass. She lost her balance but she quickly caught herself by placing her hands on the floor. 

“Y-Yes daddy,” she said biting her lip while repositioning herself the original way that she was. 

“You gonna stay like this while daddy eats this pussy? Huh?” he asked her, circling her clit in slow motion. 

“Yes, daddy. Please eat my-” she didn’t even have to finish that sentence as he kissed her lips. Then kissed the back of her thigh. Then he gave her a long stride of a lick, licking from her entrance to her clit and then circling it. Just the taste of her had him drooling with the mixture of her wetness. 

His tongue was/ just as dangerous as him. Even though she had this treatment before, it still caught her off guard. This was more than just eating some pussy, he was making love to her pussy.

“Fuck..” she whispered closing her eyes. His tongue moved side to side on her clitoris, the pressure from his tongue making her juices flow down his chin. 

“Taste so fucking sweet.” he slapped her ass again, this time she was prepared. With her hands still wrapped around her ankles, she started to move her hips against his face moaning. Her juices spread all over his lower face, but he enjoyed it. He pulled away, spreading her pussy lips. 

“Fuck.. such a pretty ass pussy.” he slapped it a few times before saying, “This mine right? Don’t belong to no other nigga huh,” he asked her as she shook her head. “What did I say about that shy shit? Answer me.” 

‘Yes, daddy. It belongs to you.” she moaned out. He stood back up, grabbing her by her hair and pushing her against the wall. His chest was against her back, and she gasped at the sudden movement. 

“Spread them legs.. stay just like that sexy bitch.” he whispered in her ear. 

Woah.. she ain’t know she would be so turned on by being called a bitch. Erik even noticed with his fingers on her pussy, a slight bit of wetness coated his finger. Who would have ever known, innocent (Y/N) like to be manhandled? 

His hand wrapped around her neck as the other found its way to her clit, circulating it in a circle. With every rotation, more pressure was applied. Her eyes fluttered shut, biting her lip trying to keep her balance. All hope was a loss when his fingers found her entrance as he slid them in. 

“Oooh,” she whispered, grasping the wall. His fingers were nice and thick, massaging her walls perfectly. And the fact that she just had to sit there and take it while he stretched her pussy had her about to cum so quickly. 

“Nasty fucking slut. Got my fingers soaking wet,” he said. He pulled his fingers away, turning her around. She grabbed his hand, bringing it to her lips as she wrapped them around his fingers. He grabbed her by the chin, bringing her in for a soul-crushing kiss. 

“Get your ass on the bed. Let me see how flexible you really are,” he said moving aside to see her walk. She walked passed him, him staring at her ass the entire time. She sat down on the bed and scooted back. He walked towards her on the bed, as she pulled her legs towards her, grabbing her ankles and putting them above her head. 

“Look at that...” he whispered to himself. She was most definitely more open. Freshly waxed with a bit of hair on her her pubic area. He could see her glistening from her wetness. She bit her lip as they locked eyes. 

“You think you can stay like that while I eat this pussy, huh?” he asked her getting into the bed. She bit her lip with a nod. He smirked at her before laying on his stomach. He didn’t even have to spread her pussy lips in this position. All he had to do was lick along her folds, gaining a slight gasp from her. 

His tongue circled her clit a few times, and pressure created a wetness that dripped down Erik’s chin. He moved his head from side to side as his tongue moved along her clit. “Fuck daddy.. just like that.” she moaned, still holding onto her ankles.

“Sexy ass..” he whispered, gripping her thighs as he ate her. He closed his eyes in contentment with the way her pussy felt against her tongue, her hair tickling his nose with every movement. He pulled away before inserting two fingers into her, making her let go of her legs. 

“Keep the legs up. You kept them up when you were dancing now keep them up while daddy eats this pussy.” he said giving smacking her thigh. She repositioned herself once more, opening herself up again, the stinging sensation making her clench around his fingers. 

“There you go... good girl,” he whispered as he fingered her. He held eye contact with her as she struggled to keep her eyes open and her breathing under control. 

“You love playing with my pussy daddy?” she asked oh so innocently. It made his dick throb in his sweatpants the way she said that. 

“Fuck yes. Such a pretty pink pussy.” his lips wrapped her clit moving side to side, as his fingers moved slowly in and out of her. A pressure in her stomach formed, one she was familiar with dealing with him. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum.” she whimpered. His movements stayed the same, nothing changing. And just like that, she squirted all over his sheets again. 

“There you go nasty bitch. Gimme that nut.” he rubbed her clit as she squirted. 

“Fuck!!!” she screamed, her legs shaking but she held on. 

“Stay just like that. I got something for you.” he stood back up walking to the other side of the bed. “Come here.” she let her ankles go, scooting to the edge of the bed where he was. “Lay on your back. Put your head over the bed. You’re going to let daddy fuck your throat.” he said. She opened her mouth, bringing her knees to her chest as he smirked. 

“Fuck.. just like that,” he whispered. He pulled his sweat pants lower, his dick popping out meeting her face to face. She grabbed it placing it in her mouth, moaning at the taste of his precum. 

She swirled her tongue around the tip, before deep-throating him. “Fuck..” he grunted moving his hips forward and backward. He leaned forward to rub on her clit, causing her to moan. With the strength she had, she started to move her head in a circular motion, taking him down her throat. Saliva drooled down her face as she open her legs wider for him to have m or access to her. 

“There you go. Such a good slut for daddy,” he said looking down at her as she took him all in. 

She looked amazing in this position in his eyes. Using his free hand, he grabbed her breast, twisting the nipple around his index finger and thumb. She slowed down, taking her time with his dick while slowly deep-throating him. 

“Are you going to nut on my face daddy? You gonna give me that nut?” she said giving him a hand job. 

“I’ll nut down that slutty ass throat. Stop playing with me,” he said slapping her pussy a few times. He let out a few deep moans when she had him deep in her throat. He was balls deep in her throat, sure enough hoping for a nut. 

“Look at you making that dick disappear. Only a real slut knows how to do that,” he whispered to himself but she heard it. She went back at a faster pace, taking it out a few times and spitting on it to make it even sloppier. The combination of her saliva-filled mouth and him fucking her throat, she was sure as hell guaranteed to get a large nut delivered. 

“You want this dick in that tight pussy? Huh? You want daddy to beat that pussy up to your cream is on this dick?” he asked her. Just the thought of being fucked like she was earlier was making her wetter, even earning Erik a moan around his dick. 

“Fuuck.. keep fucking going.” he moaned out slowly thrusting in and out of her throat. 

“Fuck... I’m finna nut... I’m finna-” his moan cut his sentence short as a fat warm load was delivered down her throat. But from the position, she was in, she started to choke from how much it was. She popped his dick straight out of her mouth before swallowing it all completely. She sat up showing him that she swallowed it all.

Damn.. he really hit the jackpot with this one...

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They showed up to the party late. It was expected since they spent the entire night fooling around with each other. It was like every single time one of them tapped out, the other would do something to make the other one go. It was a never-ending cycle until they received a call from Omariana that they were outside banging on the door.

They arrived at the party, and a lot of people recognized who Erik was. But as expected, people were shocked to see her there. They knew who she was, they just didn’t expect to see her there. People complimented the girls on how well they did at the event.

“You good?” Erik asked her, seeing that she was getting a little anxious. She nodded her head.

“Yeah… just feel like I’m out of my element a little,” she told him as he chuckled.

“I can tell. Just tell me when you’re ready to go and we can bounce,” he told her as she smiled at him.

“How do you know so many people? I feel like every person we walked past done said something to you.” she joked with him as he smirked back at her.

“I’m really just that nigga.” he whispered in her ear over the music. She pushed him back as he laughed.

“Nah, I’m just kidding. People buy from me. I’m the plug on campus.” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. She completely forgot about that. Mariana and the twins would always buy from him. And it explains the endless supply of weed he has.

“Huh. I forgot about that.”

“Yup.. tuition has to be paid some way or another.” he chuckled. She stood up fixing her skirt. “Where you going?”

“Chill. I’m going to the bathroom real quick. The liquor is going through me.” she laughed as he nodded.

After wandering around, she found the bathroom. After peeing, she was washing her hands when she heard a knocking on the door. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed a paper towel before opening the door. She was expecting to see a girl drunk maybe, but it turned out as Travis. Did he really just follow me in here?

“(Y/N)? Wait lemme-”

“Travis I really don’t have anything to say to you,” she said to him walking passed him. He grabbed her wrist as she stopped and turned around snatching it away from him. 

“I’m sorry but let me just explain myself. What I said the other day, I didn’t mean it. You know me all too well to know I wouldn’t say anything like that.” he explained himself but she rolled her eyes. 

“But that’s the thing... you did say it. And not just that, you started a fight with Erik for no reason.” she snapped at him. 

“Okay, and I’m sorry about that. But you don’t know Erik like I do,” he said to her. 

“Yeah, lemme guess. He fucks with multiple women, and cheats on them,” she said as he sighed. 

“No, but-”

“If there is anyone I shouldn’t trust, it’s you. You literally slept with Aliyah knowing that she and Erik were a thing.” she snapped at him. “Whatever you have to say about him, let me figure that out on my own. Forreal.” she turned back around but he walked in front of her. 

“Look at you! He’s literally changing you. Smoking weed, drinking and going to parties. This isn’t you!” 

“See, if you hadn’t ghosted me, you’d know that I wanted to do that way before Erik was even a thought. You’re only talking like this because my crush on you is done. Not once have you ever cared about my well-being and what I had going on so why the hell do you care now?” she snapped at him. 

“Everything good?” That voice was all too familiar for (Y/N). She turned around and saw Aliyah coming behind her. 

“Great. I was just leaving.” 

“Oh... you want to talk about me fucking Aliyah but your fucking her ex. What kinda friend are you?” he snapped back at her. “You’re a fucking hypocrite.”

“You’re fucking Erik!?” Aliyah exclaimed getting in between the two. 

“Aliyah, please. You were fucking Travis even when you knew I had feelings for him. Then, you had the audacity to freaking tell him. You know what... I’m not entertaining y’all right now.” she went to step away but Aliyah stepped in front. 

“No no. We’re addressing this now.”

Erik noticed that (Y/N) was taking way too long in the bathroom. He stood up from the seat, looking up at the stairs to see a crowd forming. Following the noise, he ran up the stairs past the people to see Aliyah and Travis arguing with her. 

“You’ve literally chosen his side the entire time not giving a fuck what I have to say, but the whole time you are doing the exact same shit I’m doing!” Travis yelled at her. 

“How the - you literally fucked her while they were still dating and y’all were still friends. Aliyah and I are no longer friends!” she yelled back. 

“Nigga, what the fuck did I tell you!?” Erik yelled pushing him back so he was against the wall. 

“Erik forgets about it. Let’s leave.” (Y/N) said grabbing his arm. 

“Bitch are you serious!?” Aliyah exclaimed walking towards her. Erik stepped in between the two of them before Aliyah scoffed. 

“And you’re not finna step to shit.”

“Really Erik? So that’s how you’re getting back at me? By fucking my ex-friend? I feel sorry for you, silly hoe. He’s playing you and you’re dumb ass hell for falling for it.” she snapped at her. 

“Yo shut the fuck up.”

“Nah, she’s telling the truth. You out of all people, and he’s never paid you any mind till now.” Travis replied back. Erik couldn’t even process what he had said next, but his fist connected with Travis’s face in an instant. 

It sent him to the ground before Erik got on top of him. “Oh my god! Erik!’ she yelled, about to grab him but thankfully Jakeen and Kobe pulled him off of him. “Erik chill!” Jakeen said as they pushed him against the wall. (Y/N) looked at Travis to see his entire face and his shirt drenched in his blood. A part of her felt bad for the poor kid but the other half felt content. 

“Bitch ass nigga, you’re only mad that I’m telling the fucking truth,” he said standing up.

“Nah fuck that! How the fuck do you ruin my relationship with this bitch and try to ruin it with (Y/N). You a jealous ass nigga.” he snapped at him. “Both of y’all are some stuck-up ass hoes!” he yelled.

“I’m not about to do this.” she turned around walking back down the stairs. She saw Omariana standing at the door talking with some girls from the dance team. 

“Can you take me home?” she asked her. Omariana looked back at her but her smile faded when she saw her best friend on the verge of tears. 

“(Y/N), what happened. Where is Erik?” she looked back at the top of the stairs to see the crowd that had formed where Erik and Travis got into an argument. 

“I-I’ll explain but can we just leave. Please. I-I need to think.” she said. Omariana looked at her hands to see that she was shaking. 

“Of course, here’s the keys to the car. Lemme grab my things and we can bounce,” she said handing the keys to her. She walked outside to see Omariana’s red jeep by the curb. She went to open it on the passenger side but she saw Erik running towards her.

“(Y/N) stop! Wait, I know how it sounds but that shit ain’t true!” he said running to her side of the car. 

“Erik-”

“No. Look. I know how that sounds and I know you’ve been skeptical at the beginning. That shit might sound like it makes sense but it’s not. You know-”

‘Erik! Get the hell away from my damn car! Do you not see she’s not in the state to talk right now. She’s drunk out of her mind! You’re gonna trigger an anxiety attack!” Omariana yelled running to her car. 

“Oh, my fuck- Omariana shut the hell up! I’m not talking to you!” he snapped at her. (Y/N) hit his chess. 

“Don’t talk to her like that. The hell is wrong with you.” (Y/N) snapped back, defending her best friend. Erik sighed before turning back to Omariana.

“Omariana I apologize. May I talk to my girlfriend in peace, please?” he asked her in a more calm tone. Omariana looked a tad bit shocked at the statement. It’s not like Erik’s to apologize. 

“You have three minutes or I’m running you over. And I’ll be in earshot range so once she says leave you better get to moving.” Erik rolled his eyes. 

“Thank you.” 

Wow, even a thank you. 

Omariana squinted his eyes at him before going behind the jeep. 

“Look. Don’t listen to them okay. You and I are the only ones who know what we have going on. He stopped me after you left the parking lot earlier wanting to talk to you and I told him that I didn’t want you talking to him, especially after knowing how he felt about you now.” he defended himself. “Look, if you wanna take some time to think about it, I’m perfectly fine with it. I’ll wait but just look at the whole picture. Please..” he said putting his hands on her cheek to make her look at him. 

“I just need a few moments to clear my head. Please.” she looked him in the eye as he nodded. He kissed her on the forehead before stepping away. Omariana came into view with her arms crossed as Erik looked at her. 

“See... I’m done. And I’m gone.” he gave her one last look before meeting Jakeen on the patio. Omariana opened the door for her as (Y/N) stepped in. 

“Tell me everything.” 

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I am SO HERE for the scrawny, awkward young-David Shaw headcanons! First, I would like to remind you of this conversation in an older fic of mine, because I wholeheartedly stand by it:

“I’ve no doubt you do,” Sam drawled. “Damned if David isn’t the spitting image of him,” he remarked. “Except he’s about two feet taller than his daddy was.”

“Yeah, for sure,” Asher grinned. “In fact, I’ll let you in on a little secret, but you have to promise promise promise you won’t tell David I told you this. He can get a little squirrely when it comes to people seeing him as anything else but a big, tough alpha.” Asher stuck out his hand to Sam, pinky finger outstretched and wiggling. “Will you promise your silence?”

Sam stared at Asher’s hand, squinting a bit as if to figure out what his next move should be.

“It’s a pinky swear!” Asher informed with a mock-haughty tone. “The highest form of swearing. It means that if you break your promise, then I could break your pinky finger. You do the same thing, see?” Sam tentatively mirrored Asher’s gesture as Asher wrapped their fingers around each other.

“Kinda morbid, ain’t it? Good thing I’m a man of my word,” he declared, moving his wrist up and down brusquely. “I won’t say a thing to David.”

“Knew I could trust you,” Asher beamed as he retracted his hand from Sam’s. “Now it’s official,” he beamed. “So I’ll tell you, as a kid, David was always super sensitive about his height because at first, when he was going through puberty, he grew practically overnight, but it was like, the rest of his body wasn’t catching up. So imagine, if you will, an already scrawny teenager, shifter powers just barely manifesting, getting stretched out even more with a series of growth spurts. The problem was, nothing else was changing in David’s body at the time. His voice hadn’t changed, he wasn’t growing facial hair yet, his muscles weren’t really developed. He really started to freak out about it after a while.”

“You don’t say,” Sam said after a whistle of surprise. “Never would’ve guessed.”

“Hell, Milo could grow a full beard before David even started shaving his peach fuzz!” Asher’s hand glided over his chin, feeling at the stubble that seemed to grow in hours, no matter how often he shaved. “And it pissed David off to no end. Eventually, the rest of David’s body caught up to his height, but there was a time when David was really just about the most gawky, awkward kid you could ever imagine."

“Guess you never know about some people, do you?” Sam marveled.

“I mean, he’d knock my teeth out if he heard me say that now, but it’s absolutely, positively, one-hundred percent true,” Asher said, holding his palm over his heart to add weight to his claims. "I have pictures to prove it."

Second, I would like to submit this headcanon to you, following your note about David wearing glasses and then switching to contacts as an adult: It's a few months into his relationship before Angel even realizes David wears glasses because he always opts to use his contacts, no matter what. Dry eyes, itchiness, and even headaches wouldn't deter him. Then one day, at work, David got in a bit of a scuffle (a freelancer who drew on some water elementalism in the heat of the moment) and was unable to wear his contacts. Unlike anyone else in his life, Angel didn't make one comment about the glasses. No jokes. No teasing. No... anything. Until later that night, when David was scanning a recipe book for a conversion, Angel noted how nice he looked in his glasses, that the frames suited his face. David still prefers his contacts when he's out and about, but he's not so shy about wearing his glasses anymore, especially at home.

ROMI YES 😚💖💖 and I remember this story!! IT'S PERFECT. He would be to gawky awkward teenager as long as a bean pole -- and Marie absolutely still has photos in an album somewhere, she's just waiting for the best moment to deploy them >:3

[fae-fucker]

Breaking Time: Final Part

Remember when I said “I could get this done before the end of the year”? Last year? Anyway. This is it, lads.

Chapter 26

So Klara’s father confronts her about her lying to him, but he does it in the least interesting way possible, because Sasha can’t write. You’d think an actual parent would be, I dunno, worried?  Upset? But this guy is just so mild and understanding that it boggles the mind why this scene exists to begin with.

“I changed my mind about college. I thought I might get it back, or at least I was hoping to, but it just never happened. I wanted to tell you, but—” She paused. “It was Mom’s dream. I felt like I was crushing it by not wanting to go.”

Her dad’s brow furrowed in concern and in the next second, his arm wrapped tightly around Klara. “Her dream was for you to be happy, honey.”

Klara breathed out. Even though this wasn’t exactly her top concern right now, finally telling the truth felt like coming up for air. “And that’s not the only thing going on right now,” she added.

He was still nodding, still squeezing her with reassuring pressure. “Yeah, I kind of guessed that. Why couldn’t you tell me what was going on in your head? Did I do something? If I did—”

“No,” she said firmly, heart breaking that he could even think it was his fault. “I just—” She breathed, bracing herself. “Right now, I’m dealing with something else kind of...big.”

“You can always talk to me, kiddo. I know I’m an old fogey, but I have grown up before, you know.” He smiled down. “Or did you think I was born perfect?”

No, but with the way you’re acting right now, you’re clearly written to be perfect.

I’m in a fun position where I have one parent that sucks and one parent that’s good, so I can sort of compare and contrast. My mom is very understanding and tries her best, even if she fails a lot of the time. Point is, she trusts me and accepts most of my choices.

But do you think she’d be okay with finding 18-year-old me in a strange place with a strange man, after also figuring out I’ve preemptively dropped out of college? She’d freak the fuck out, justifiably. Ya know, because she cares about me? Not because she’s evil and or because she doesn’t understand or trust me?

I know what Sasha’s going for, that they’re so wholesome and understanding, but it’s just not realistic? If this has been his parenting style until this point, I’m surprised Klara gives a shit about him at all. She should be a spoiled brat with the way this man clearly sets no boundaries and offers zero discipline. The utter perfection of this relationship is saccharine and phony. I’m not asking for every parent-child relationship in media to be fucked up, but parents are people too? You could hint at some pain by just having the dad react differently, by letting him be upset at her sudden withdrawal. Now, with how unfazed he is, it both comes off as him not giving a fuck, and wastes the reader’s time because you’ve spent so many words forcing Klara to worry about hurting a parent who ends up being totally cool with everything.

They have some generic uwu wholesome child-parent banter that’s still deeply unfunny, they talk about Klara’s mother and he gives Klara her mother’s necklace for reasons, then the dad leaves the way he came, pleasant and understanding and not bothered by anything at all. Sasha, just make your protags orphans next time. Clearly you have no business writing parents if this is how you’re gonna waste their word count.

“I’m sorry for not telling you, Dad. I really I am,” [...] “I just—I need to do something, and I can’t tell you what. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” [...] Her father took a deep breath. “Everything within me is telling me to take you home with me but I know you. I trust you.”

Ain’t that fucking convenient.

Chapter 27

Time skip to the Samhain celebration. Because Callum reacting to seeing a parent and child have a heartfelt (well, supposedly) reunion would have no interesting effect on him, being an orphan and all. Gotta get to the good part!

Klara stopped. “Happy Samhain,” she said darkly, shifting the weight of the sword higher on her shoulder.

Callum looked at her, examining her face. Her lips glowed in the firelight, and in profile she looked like a Celtic warrior queen of Thomas’s tales. He tried to memorize every line of her lovely face—the strong line of her nose, the swoop of her jawline, the eyes which so often danced but now looked steady and serious.

Yeah I’m sure a lot of Celtic warrior queens looked like skinny upper middle class American YouTubers. This is so embarrassing. You’d have to pay me to write a self-insert this blatant and this girl did it for free and got (some) money for it? I’m being Jokerified.

Here’s an eyewatering exchange, and not because it’s emotional.

[...] “Do you really believe it could stop Llaw?”

Callum did not want to lie to her anymore, so he said nothing. The flames looked suddenly pale.

“Do you think anything can stop him?” she said.

“Ye can, Klara,” he said forcefully. It was the only thing he felt certain of. He put his palm over his chest and knelt to show fealty to her. “I swear it, with all my heart.”

“Oh my god, Callum.” Blushing, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him up to his feet. They stood chest to chest, just barely a hand’s length between them. “But—how do you know?”

“Because I believe ’tis your destiny,” he said softly. “My purpose is here, my heart is here.”

“I don’t want to be your purpose, Callum. At least not like this.” She looked up, into his eyes. “I don’t want to be the reason you get hurt, or worse.” Her eyes welled with water, glowed fervently like a candle burning low. “I want to be the reason you want to live.”

Wish I was Jared, 19. And what, do you think this is the end of the trite regurtitations of a talentless hack? Because it’s not! They dance in the light from the bonfire with all the other people there, there’s music and song and laughter and bla bla bla. Just imagine the totes emotional bonfire scene in any other piece of vaguely historical romantic media and you’ve got it. Except instead of maybe being good or fun, it’s heavily undercut by the two main characters declaring their love for each other after less than a week of knowing one another.

Instalove is a fundamentally flawed trope that takes a very skilled writer to make work.

...

I think I’ll leave it at that.

Now feast your eyes on this:

“Ye’re not going to die—”

YE’RE?! YE’RE?!

OH MY GOD.

Anyway, one moment they’re making out, the next ... a couple breaks them apart? Somehow? This also somehow knocks Callum on his ass? Bro aren’t you a bigstrong hunky Scot fighter? What’s happening?

I think I get what Sasha’s going for, that Callum loses Klara in the crowd, but they were literally making out. As in, occupying the same space. As in, holding each other tightly. You’d have to put conscious effort into breaking a couple apart like that. Granted, Sasha does try to make it work by saying a loud voice forces them to part first, but I call bull. Figure out a better way for Callum to get lost. Especially when he spots the bean-nighe right after this. Why couldn’t he just see her in the crowd and come up with an excuse to leave Klara? Whatever.

Callum runs after the bean-nighe. She’s all evil and mysterious and says some nonsense bullshit that’s supposed to mean something but won’t. Make up your own mysterious dialogue, whatever you come up with will probably fit in here because there’s no point to it anyway. Once Callum gets the strength of ten men, he runs off to find Klara, but she’s left without him. He runs off to the Ring of Brodgar, the final mystic center and sees Klara ... step ... into ... the mist? Idk.

It’s supposed to be dramatic and all, but I’m struggling with the sense of scale and distance in this thing.

Chapter 28

Klara hated this feeling.

It reminded her of visiting the pool with her family when she was young. She insisted on jumping off the tallest diving board with the big kids. With each step she took, the more frantic her heart beat, the rougher the board scraped the bottoms of her feet. At the top, the sun bore down on her from above. She wanted it to melt her on the spot.

All she had to do was get to the edge of the board and do it. Just do it.

“Can’t she just jump already?”

“Hurry up.”

“Loser.”

Oh great, is this where we find out Klara was bullied, too? This book is so fucking funny. Like a collection of a writer’s first mistakes. Klara was bullied but she has totally loving and understanding parents! She’s an awkward loner but had a boyfriend in high school and is gorgeous! She’s totally not rich but lives in a massive historic mansion and has never struggled financially in her life! Ok girl.

Klara enters the ring and takes out her Main Character Sword.

If she was going to win this fight, she would have to use her power, her wits. Her heart. There was no technical training for that. She closed her eyes, and focused on her heart—the string that had pulled her in the right direction every time before. Her gut, her intuition, her destiny, whatever it was, it would take her to what she needed to do.

The plot. Call it whatever in-universe thing you want, but functionally, that’s the plot. She may have the Main Character Sword, but she still can’t act for herself and has to wait for the writer to hold her hand.

She stabs the sword into the ground and a bunch of mist appears and is very mysterious. Not sure how it connects to the sword being stabbed into the ground, as the mist appears from the outside and in instead of pouring out of the earth, but ok. Missed an opportunity for a cool visual and some logic to Klara’s plot-demanded actions, there.

As this is going on, Klara’s narration keeps referencing Stephen King and horror movies. No, really.

The mist closed in on her and gathered around her feet. She took a step. The mist clung to her like a shadow, as if she were in a Stephen King novel.

Well, she didn’t like that. If you ended up in his books, you’d probably end up dead. Or worse, wishing you were.

[...]

There was a reason Klara hated horror movies. It was the suspense, the lead-up to a jump scare that always nearly killed her. She didn’t need to fear being murdered, because she would die of fright waiting for the killer to pop out from a closet or under the bed. Right now, she felt fear churning in the marrow of her bones.

It’s like Sasha knows that reading and enjoying other media will improve your writing, but took it to mean that you should just reference the material instead of learning from it.

Given the level of “analysis” in her book reviews, I’m not particularly surprised.

I know horror is hard to write, but maybe going “You know how scary those things are in other stories? Yeah, this is like that” is not the right way to go about it. Especially referencing movies in a book. C’mon. You’re a different medium.

Anyway, Klara finds her mom in the Otherworld.

Chapter 29

Callum is standing about when he hears a spooky howl in the distance.

Callum closed his eyes and let his senses focus. He had always been a decent tracker and patient hunter, perfecting his stillness while Thomas lazed about and sang songs, sometimes scaring a hare from its den with sheer luck.

Okay? Drop new info on us three chapters before the book ends, why don’t you?

Being a decent tracker and patient hunter doesn’t help Callum in this case, because Llaw shows up with four more scawy cweatuwes and hands Callum his entire ass. Again.

“Hellhounds,” said a familiar voice.

Callum whirled. Llaw. Smiling.

Such writing.

Alright I’ll give the guy some credit. Callum does take out the wolves before going for Llaw. But Llaw kicks his ass in the end anyway and Callum fucking croaks lmao.

He’s kind of useless for a bigstrong heartthrob Scot, isn’t he? It’d be endearing if it was intentional, now it just comes off as a bit embarrassing. All that bean-nighe angst only to get killed off almost immediately.

Now that I think about it, a lot of this book is characters worrying about shit that doesn’t end up mattering in the end or is resolved super quickly.

Moving on.

Chapter 30

So I won’t go too hard on the reunion of Klara and her mother because it reads pretty okay and feels disctinctly like a more genuine and less self-indulgent personal touch from Sasha. The need to connect with a dead loved one and get some closure is very human and I won’t harp on a person including that in their novel for some personal catharsis. That’s what art is for, after all.

However, everything after their heartfelt reunion and once Arianrhod crashes the scene? Free real estate, baybeeee.

Arianrhod explains that Llaw can’t enter here, aka the Otherworld. We knew this already, yet Klara reacts with surprise and relief. Then ...

Klara remembered Llaw’s speech. He talked about ushering a new age of gods and men, which she had scoffed at and dismissed. He yearned for a world that gave him power, though he didn’t deserve it. Not anymore, at least.

But the power had existed, Klara realized—it existed here, where she stood, in the Otherworld.

“That’s what he wants.” Klara shifted on her feet, growing eager as understanding dawned on her. She felt her mother’s protective presence next to her. It kept her bold. Safe. “He wants to walk among the gods as an equal—”

Y-yeah? I ...? Yeah?

I’m sorry, am I being gaslit again? How is understanding dawning on you when you’re repeating information that has been explicitly stated to your face multiple times at this point?

This book is a fucking fever dream what the hell.

Arianrhod says that Klara is safe here but that time is stagnant, and if she stays, decades will have passed by the time she returns. Meaning she can’t camp here and wait for Llaw to croak on his own time unless she wants all her loved ones to die, too.

Klara says that she came here in order “unlock her powers” and asks if Arianrhod can help with that.

“I am the Silver Wheel. The goddess of life, death, rebirth, with a throne in the stars.” Arianrhod stared at Klara. “It seems like there is something in you that needs to be born.”

Relief, along with fear, washed over Klara. She was pretty sure that was goddess for yes.

Well, I’m glad Klara could make sense of that, because it’s pure nonsense to me. It probably was nonsense, too, because Arianrhod does and says nothing else after this lol.

Her mom embraced her. “Sometimes I get really annoyed with myself for doing such a good job raising you,” she whispered [...]

Yeah, ya didn’t.

Her mother’s hands gripped her. They radiated warmth; the warmth spread through her veins, then grew hot—but this was not pain. Not at all. It was renewal.

The fire spread through her, washing her body clean of what was, replacing it with what is. And yet somehow, at the same time, it was only revealing what had always been.

For her whole life, she had been one of billions. But her true self—her secret—was hidden within. In that moment, Klara could see herself suspended in the space between worlds, hair blazing around her like a halo of fire. The dormant power fully awake, no longer buried and forgotten.

I’m so glad this wealthy, pretty cishet white girl finally feels as special as she thinks she deserves to be. Confirmed by a goddess, no less.

And she didn’t have to do anything to get there, either. It was just bestowed upon her by a higher power. Lifted above others by chance rather than merit or effort.

I guess Klara truly is a self-insert, isn’t she, Sasha?

You know what’s funny, though? This whole book was about Klara and Callum going to mystic centers to try to unlock Klara’s powers, which they sort of did, right? But in the end, all it actually took was asking Arianrhod to do it. There was no final trial or test, no character development to justify this power-up. Arianrhod didn’t even say anything about Klara finally reaching her potential or proving that she deserved to have her powers unlock. Even Klara’s little epic inner monologue comes after Arianrhod gave her the go-ahead. It’s a little sad, really. She didn’t do anything herself. Even her supposed specialness is only there because a goddess gave it to her for no apparent reason. And once again, it shows how much of this was a waste of the reader’s time. If all Klara actually had to do was ask Arianrhod for help, why did we bother watching her prance around Scotland with her boytoy?

Klara yeets herself back to the real world just in time for Callum’s dead ass to land at her feet. It’s very funny, but I don’t think it’s supposed to be.

Chapter 31

Klara collapsed over him, as if her body could shield him from the injuries that had already riddled his body. She placed a hand along his damp cheek, she could see the clammy beads of blood masking his face.

“I didnae imagine death would have such a sweet embrace.” He murmured from his bloodstained lips.

Oh god, kill him faster before he says more cringe shit!

It was then, at the final moments, that she realized, he was it for her. He was the man she loved.

And now he was gone.

[...]

She wanted to pinch herself and wake up from this nightmare, but she knew that this—this devastating, irreparable moment—was her reality. Nothing she could do would change it. It didn’t matter if she had a goddess’s blood running through her veins. She was alone, with a power she didn’t understand and the boy she...loved...dead.

So anyone else kinda rooting for Llaw? Hear me out. He’s evil, but he’s hot. And he wants to kill Klara and already killed Callum. That’s pretty sexy of him, I think. Sasha just hates to see a girlboss winning so that’s why he’s the antagonist.

Klara gets the random idea to try to summon Cernunnos because he said something about how he’s always there for her.

But instead, Llaw just ... materializes in front of her and shoves her to the ground with his boot? I genuinely don’t know, it’s so awkwardly written, especially when he says nothing and Klara barely reacts and instead seems to focus more on Callum. Either way, she’s on the ground next to Callum’s busted-ass corpse and with Llaw’s foot on her chest. That’s all you need to know.

The shadow of the waning eclipse acted like an extension of [Llaw’s] darkness. He tipped his head down to look at her. To her surprise, he did not look angry, nor did he glare at her with hatred. Instead, he smiled, as if bemused by the very sight of her. A slick of white hair fanned down to his shoulders. Behind him, the shadows seemed to darken, as if a mass of monstrous beasts waited just out of sight. The hem of his cloak swirled around her in waves.

Days ago, she might have said he looked godlike—but she would have been wrong.

He looked tired. His eyes were ringed with darkness, as if he had not slept in days. A shudder passed through her. How long had he walked the earth? Hundreds of years? Thousands?

His unkempt appearance gave her a sliver of hope. [...]

Me too, honestly. I think I could fix him.

Klara gets a power surge and throws Llaw off. He lands on the ground on the other side of Callum’s busted and borked Scottish remains.

The eclipse was almost total, as if a symbolic reference to Callum’s life. She wished it were not; the thought ruptured her soul.

Yeah, totally makes sense for her to be thinking this. Love how Sasha just states it’s symbolism instead of using symbolism. Chef’s kiss, truly.

And ruptured her soul? Really? Okay.

They exchange some “middle schoolers hopped up on shonen anime” type dialogue. Check a look.

“You find this funny?” [...]

[...] “A little girl, thinking she knows how to wield the strength of a god? If not comical, then it’s just pitiful.”

[...]

“You are pathetic,” she said. “Honestly, I almost feel sorry for you.”

“And why is that?” he said.

[...]

“Because I know what you want, Llaw, and you’ll never get it,” she taunted. “All of the lives you stole will have meant nothing. They’ll have died for nothing.”

“You know nothing, child,” he said. “Enough games.”

Klara scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from you .”

“Your blood belongs to me,” Llaw said.

[...]

“You can’t have it!” she cried.

Truly some “mom said it’s my turn on the xbox” shit.

Klara taunts him that she was welcomed into the Otherworld, unlike him who can’t go in there because his presence “has no weight in the hearts of the dead or the eternal.” I’m confused. So is Klara able to go in there because of her super special blood, or her mother wanting to see her? This doesn’t make any sense.

Anyway, Klara chops Llaw’s hand off. He’s like “omg what” but then is all like “whatever, man” and tells her it’s not over yet before stabbing her sword into himself. It’s unclear whether he dies or not, I assume not because of his threat before, but either way, light bursts out again and Klara is yanked through time and space.

Chapter Epilogue

Klara lands in Rosemere, in the same spot where Thomas got shanked. Except Thomas is still alive, his wound wrapped in bandages.

She knew only a few things to be true in this moment, in her current reality.

Thomas was alive.

Callum was dead.

And somehow she had ended up five hundred years in the past without any clue how to get back home.

She’s a literal time traveller and doesn’t know how to get back home? Huh?

Yeah I ... don’t know, y’all. Nothing means anything.

Multiple reviewers complained about the random cliffhanger and I have to agree. It’s not even bad, it’s just ... confusing? Perplexing? Not even exciting, it feels like a non sequitur, like Sasha pulled it from her ass last minute.

Most importantly: Do we think this will get a sequel? Or has Sasha's pride been wounded by the paltry and mostly negative reception? I suppose only the sales will tell, and I have no way of checking those.

I’m conflicted. I don’t want there to be a sequel, because Sasha needs to learn how to write before trying to publish again and that’s clearly gonna take the better part of a century if this is what 6 years of work looks like. Buuuuut I also need to read the rest of this trainwreck.

Guess we’ll see!

Acknowledgements

I’m not gonna critique these, obviously, but her editor’s name is Kate Sullivan. Just uh ... putting it out there. For reasons.

As for my acknowledgements: Thank you everyone for your patience while life happened and I scraped together the time to write these. I hope you enjoyed this journey, and may we have many more in the future! I’ll be posting a review of this novel later, which will mostly be based on these posts, so that’s something to either ignore or look out for.

Thanks for reading!

[sicito]

Daddy's Journal: 012724

Wednesday January 24, 2024 Angel text and said she had arrived. I was about 10 minutes away. I would have been on time if I didn’t have to stop for some cash. When I finally got to the bar I parked and sent her a text.

I was at the door about to walk in when I saw her pop out of her little Honda. She half waved and made her way to me. She was the girl in the pics, sans makeup. I would have preferred she came dressed to impress. I reckon I was just a trick in her eyes. Not worth the effort. We hugged and she said, “Hey”. We went in and found a table in a corner away from the rest of the patrons. Folks always ear hustling these days. And we didn’t exactly look the perfect couple. Me - big black guy. Her - little Latina 5”1, thin, cute with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. 

I’d saw Angel’s profile on SA and messaged.  She hit me back within a few hours and we’d spent the last 2 days talking. Once we had an agreement, we setup a meet and greet to see “how our chemistry was.” Really was just for me to see if it wasn’t a catfish. SA is a cesspool these days. Chicks stealing IG photos these days, African scammers, you name it. It’s hard out here.

But now we were talking in a bar, getting to know each other. The waitress came by several times but we were too busy talking to order. Judging her pics I imagined Angel to be this sweet girl on SA for extra cash. Perhaps needed access to the better things in life. Maybe even a college student. She was none that. Angel was a stripper She had her regulars at the club and was looking for a daddy “to keep her money up”.

“I guess we better order,” Angel said. We got a couple of drinks and she asked for cheese sticks. The more we talked to the more I got turned on. She was talking about life and some of her dreams and aspirations while I feigned being interested. Really the whole time I was wondering if she would let me nutt in her.

By the time the drinks were down to the bottom of the glass I was like, “Can we get started tonight?” She was like, “Of course.” I settled up the check, found a nearby hotel and we made our way there. After I got the room I was barely swiping the key card before she joined me at the door. She smiled at me as I pushed the door open.

We talked for a bit more. I could tell she was a little nervous so I went ahead and started getting undressed. After I was down to my Polo underwear she started getting undressed. She ain’t have on much I reckon. By the time I dropped my drawers She had stepped out of her shoes, pulled off her top and dropped her pants. I reckon strippers really don’t wear undewear because she ain’t have none on. Just as well, her breast were tiny, perky like. A breast of fresh air for a bloke like me. Most chicks I deal with have had some time of cosmetic surgery. Her feet were cute too. White polish on the toenails....my weakness.

I was still flapping my gums when she walked up, stood on her tip toes, linked her arms around my neck and kissed me full on and shut me up. Our tongues locked and played with one another as we kissed like teenagers. I couldn’t imagine how many cocks she’d had in her mouth in the last 48 hours. I couldn’t be bothered to care at the moment. I was caught up.

My hands found their way to her that little ass, grabbing it, squeezing. Angel was what we call a "spinner". I rubbed her all over feeling her tight little body and enjoying every minute of it as we kissed. Just put her on the🍆 and spin her around she so little.I grabbed her by the waist and I lifted her up in the air. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close. I started to stick my dick in her but I wanted to eat some of that kitty. I swung her around and threw her on the bed. I climbed on after her and put my face in between them little legs. I spit on the kitty and slid my tongue in between her vulvae on a journey to find the clit. Within a few seconds I found that little stubble and began thrashing it violently with my tongue.

I reckon Angel hadn’t freshened up before coming to see me. Little bit of an ordor but nothing to complain about. The next few moments where a blur. At some point I had put fingers just above the clit and pulled back giving me better access to it. The I started sucking it while I licked it. Her feet were in the air, toes curled. She wanted me to have full access. I could have ate the groceries but didn’t want to do to much on the first date. I loved to tell you I made her cum...but I couldn’t tell. She could be one of those chicks that cum but don’t show outwardly. Idk....I just know she enjoyed it.

I raised up and wiped my mouth. Bartholomew, high off that vibranium, was hard as a rock. She still had her feet in the air when I mounted up for missionary. I slid in and went straight to the bottom. And for the next several minutes I kept on hitting the bottom, trying to kill it.

I reckon Angel liked me digging her guts out. She cupped her hands under her knee and pulled her legs back further. Them pretty little white toes was pressed against the headboard. I didn’t want to cum like that tho. So I flipped her over for some canine.

What a sight. Spinners be the best for watching the dick go in and out. What a beautiful site...Bart sliding in and out that 😸 like that. I was giving her this work and she took every inch of the🍆. I grabbed her wrists and put her hands and behind her back like I was arresting her. I held them there while I pummeled the😸. Then I put my hands on her face to brace my self, got up on my tip toes and pounded her mid air like I was a porn star. I should do onlyfans.

She took it all. But there was not conquering her. She just took the abuse screaming. Finally my old age caught up with me. I got winded and tired from hold myself up so i dropped down to  my knees, pounded some more then pulled out and exploded - back shots.

When I was done i fell down beside her. After a moment she was still in the same doggie position, eye closed like she was savoring the moment. Cum was running down her side like frosting on a cake. She snapped out of it slid over and climbed out of bed. “I’m gonna clean up.”  She did no such a thing. She wiped my nut of her back, went and grabbed her clothes and started putting them on. Not even a hoe bath.  For some reason, not sure why, kinda turned me on. I was ready to fuck some more not to mention we had agreed on me doing 2 rounds. But she was like, “I got to get going baby,” she said. Then said something about having an errand. I let it slide.

I got up and washed up in the sink while she sat on the bed and talked a bit while playing on her phone. She invited me to come see her dance. I  wouldn’t mind but clubs and me don’t go well. I almost always fuck when I go which usually causes problems with the girl I actually went to see. I didn’t say all that...just told her I’d see if I could get away soon. We kissed and I dropped some $$$ in her purse. “Thank you daddy,” she said and we both left.

[callsign-marlie]

Hey Pretty Girl

The Five Times Jake calls you his favorite pet name + one bonus little baby taste of angst :3

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader genre: FLUFF warnings: unedited, light teasing and innuendos, mention of pregnancy and child birth, no y/n used a/n this is total fluff and it was just what I needed. very short in comparison to my normal things but i almost wanna do all of the young pilots with this prompt and a different quote each time, it was so wholesome ;^;

Please feel free to like, comment and reblog. Much appreciated and much love - marlie x

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The First

“Hey pretty girl, slide me a bud, will ya?”

Blonde hair and blue eyes, a coy smile. Tanned skin pinched with a glaze sunned pink at the top of his cheeks and a clean pressed khaki uniform. The cap popped off of the glass with a fizz before you slid the bottle to him. “$5.50 for the boy in brown.”

“The boy,” he scoffed. Thick fingers gripped around the neck of the brew to coat his nails in condensation. The amber liquid swirled the enclosure of glass as he placed the rim to his lips. His eyes never left yours. “Not a boy. A man, darlin’. More of a man than any one you’ve had before tonight, I can assure you that.”

“And who said I wanted you, fly boy?” Your elbows were on the bar, leaning over the mahogany top. Even with the challenge of cleavage at your disposal, he never broke away from your gaze.

“Your eyes say enough. See ya soon, gorgeous.” He scribbled his name on the merchant copy of his receipt. A wink, the shine of a grin, and away he turned. 

You grabbed at the soggy slip of paper to find chicken scratch handwriting with ‘Jake’ and a phone number written on the bottom. Jake, huh?

The Second

“Hey pretty girl, that spot’s perfect. Just like me, right?”

He had bought you a bundle of sunflowers on a whim. They were gorgeous and tall, standing bright against the navy of your entry way in the antique crystal vase your mom had given you. Jake had cleaned up nicely in a crisp button down and slacks for your date to the local brewery down on the coast and had bought the bouquet for you on the ride home from a local farm stand. “Now you can think of me every time you leave the house and smile to start your day.”

You rolled your eyes, an endeared grin on your face. “You’re an ass, Seresin.”

“Maybe, but I’m your ass and that makes me the best ass around,” he chimed, jokingly hitting the back of his rump. “And this ass ain’t leavin’ for quite some time doll.”

“Then tell me, baby, what happens if the flowers die? How would I ever remember you then?” You lovingly wrap your arms around the top of his shoulders, careening up on your tiptoes to touch his nose with yours. 

His fingertips brushed a strand of hair that roguishly fell into your eyes. His eyes were the color of sea grass and his gaze was softly focused on your lips.  “Guess we’re just gonna have to go on more dates so I can get you more, right?”

The Third

“Hey pretty girl, may I have this dance?”

The reception was over and your feet were on fire, but you were finally home in your little shared apartment on base. Your hand, now coveted by a new diamond wedding band, sparkled under the high hat lights as Jake helped you up from the couch to the smooth sounds of John Mayer echoing in the background. Your white gown sweeped against the floor as he pulled you to his chest. 

Jake, your perfectly perfect Jake, dropped a soft kiss to your forehead, to the tip of your nose, to your lips. “Mrs. Seresin,” he whispered at each pass of his lips. You let your bare feet stand atop his, still encased in his military issued loafers and let his strong legs take you on a slow rock in your living room. It was the first time today that the two of you had been just alone: where the room wasn’t vibrating with clinking glasses or loud party music. 

Jake swayed with you gently even as the song changed, his hands dropped to your waist to rest on the crest of your bejeweled bum. You raised an eyebrow at your cheeky husband, who simply rolled his eyes and gave a boyish grin. “Just let me enjoy this baby.”

The Fourth

“Hey pretty girl, lemme help you, hold on.”

Jake’s large hands snuck underneath your rounded belly, lifting just enough weight to let your spine relax under the constant pressure of pregnancy. The dishes you were washing were suddenly forgotten and slipped from your fingers. A blissful sigh. “Ohhh, that’s the stuff, don’t stop.”

“Damn, all of my talent in bed and I’ve never heard you sound like THAT before,” he huffed, slowly letting your belly back down. “All I had to do was lift up peanut here and you’re putty, huh?” 

You pouted at the returning strain and snatched his hands back to place. You tilted your head to the side to leave a kiss and a teasing nip on his bicep. His fingers tickled over your skin in amusement.

“Uh-uh, don’t even think about it, Seresin. You stay right there.”

The Fifth

“Hey pretty girl, I’m your daddy.”

Tears were welling up in his eyes while he held the small pink bundle in his arms. She was so sleepy after making her grand entrance, kicking and yelling the entire birth. “Oh my god, I’m your daddy!”

“She looks just like you.” You were laying in your bed, completely spent, but glowing after all of your hard work pushing your new little love into the world. “You’re gonna be a great daddy, Jake.”

“And you’re gonna be a great mommy, honey girl.” He carefully made his way over to the bed and sat on the side to let your little girl close. Her eyes were closed and soft little breaths were leaving her mouth. Jake leaned over to plant a chaste kiss into your hair, your nose, your lips. He lingered longer than normal, touching his forehead to yours. 

“My pretty girls. All mine, all mine, until the day I die. I’ll never want nothing more than this.” 

Bonus: The Sixth

“Hey pretty girl, I’m alright.”

You launched yourself at your husband, tears streaming down your face. He winced under your arms, but did his best to wrap himself around you through all of the wires tubing he was attached to. Safe. His smooth hands rubbed up and down your back as you sobbed into his shoulder, leaving light taps on his back. “Don’t. You. EVER. Do. That. Again.”

“What, eject? It’s either that or die, and I’m too good to die while I’m still so young and handsome. You don’t want me to leave you a widow so soon, do you?” His megawatt smile showed reassurance, but you weren’t so sure it was real. You knew Jake better than he knew himself. His eyes, blackened from his impact, held something behind them that wasn’t there before: a fear. His façade was cracking at your worry.

“You won’t lose me, pretty girl. I’ll be here. I’m not leaving.”

“Promise me?” Your eyes just wouldn’t stop tearing up. “Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” His fingers made an ‘x’ over his heart. “And I really, really don’t wanna die. I have my whole life with you to look forward to.”

[stanmammon]

White lilac with mammon?

Mammon:

White Lilac - first time together.

Mammon had set up everything perfectly.

The greedy demon was patting himself on the back at the look of your bed, so welcoming and filled with your scent that he had to stop himself from burying his face in them right away. He had sprinkled the rose petals all over your comforter, then he had set up candles in places that they hopefully wouldn’t tumble off of in hopes of creating the perfect lighting. He had specifically chosen a day where he knew most of the brothers would be out of the house because if this moment was interrupted he might just scream.

While Mammon was happily humming to himself about finally getting a romantic evening alone with you, you entered your room, eyebrow raised as you spotted the second eldest. He normally told you when he was heading over to your room but one quick glance at your phone showed no new messages so it seemed this was a surprise. He continued to not notice you as he carefully positioned the candles on your dresser and let out the cutest ‘eep!’ you ever heard in your life as your arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you but what on earth are you doing to my room?” Mammon let out a shaky breath before he ran his fingers through his hair, wiggling himself out of your hug and turning to look at you with a pout.

“Aren’t ya supposed to be doing somethin’ for Lucifer?”

“It’s already done. Some of us know how to focus on a task we’re given and not goof off for an hour before finally finishing it after we’re given a threatening glare. Now, enough about that, what is this?”

“It ain’t—Nothin’…”

“What if I guess? Are you perhaps trying to set the mood for some alone time? You’re really cute sometimes, you know?” Your memory is flooded with all the cute little dates Mammon would meticulously plan, even if he got the tiniest bit stressed when things didn’t turn out the way he wanted them to. As long as you were happy with what he showed you he calmed down though it never stopped him from grumbling about how he’d have to try harder next time…

He was so irresistibly cute you don’t know how it had taken this long to go this far with him.

Instead of responding to your teasing question Mammon hit you with a kiss so passionate it made your knees weak, your body leaning against his for support. He loved it when you did that, when it felt like you couldn’t possibly exist if he wasn’t pressed up against you, because he felt that same sense of desperation every time you were apart. If Lucifer would allow it he’d just live in your room if he could, curled up at your side every night (or better yet between your legs every night until the sun rose) but he knew his annoyingly doting big brother would never allow such a thing.

“Bed?” You mumbled breathlessly against his lips, trying not to giggle as Mammon nipped at your bottom lip, annoyed that you had stopped kissing him. “Come on, let’s get comfy in the atmosphere you setup since you worked so hard on it…”

“I-I did…” You could feel Mammon’s excitement as he toyed with the bottom of your shirt, unwilling to get too far from you as you walked backwards to the bed. He was staring at your lips with this hungry expression, one that you might have feared seeing on a demon’s face if you weren’t aware of this particular demon’s complete weakness to you.

“Let me show you how much I appreciate you~”

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Emmaaa❤️❤️ may I request a headcanon where the easy boys fell in love with a shy reader? Maybe with Bull, Tab, Luz, Speirs Babe and Malarkey? Thank you❤️ love you

Aaahhh Fran my dear, what a great way to start off my birthday week tysm for sending one in💓

Bull Randleman:

Bull is super protective of you, always has been.

He got 10 million times more protective when he realises he's head over ass in love with you.

He's always there, always got your back no matter what.

He likes that you're most comfortable when you're with him, makes him feel like he's special.

When he was stuck in that barn in Holland, separated from everyone, thinking about you was the only thing that kept his strength up.

Its then he decides he has to tell you how he feels.

He's pretty direct about it, he doesn't want to beat around the bush with this.

"Look darlin', I ain't gonna mess around here, because to be completely honest I'm head over heels in love with you."

You get all blushy and stuttery and he thinks it's probably the most adorable thing he's ever seen.

He can tell you're flustered, so he grabs your cheeks in his hands and rubs his thumbs over them gently.

"Can I kiss ya darlin'?" He asks softly

You can't even speak you're so surprised, so you nod and he leans in and kisses you slowly, not wanting to rush anything and ruin the perfect moment.

"Hell Bull," you giggle, "I've been hoping you'd say something for ages."

"And why didn't you say anything, huh?" He laughed.

"Because I was too scared you'd turn me down."

"Well," he sighed, kissing your forehead, "I just can't quite believe I ever gave you the impression I'd turn you down. Guess I'll just have to prove to you how much I love you from now on."

Floyd Talbert

Tab is a total flirt

He's all cheesy pickup likes at first and they make you blush like hell but you'll never give him the satisfaction of laughing at them because they're so ridiculous.

But he takes your blushing as encouragement so he keeps going for weeks until eventually he gets a giggle out of you and it makes all his efforts worthwhile because you have the most lovely laugh.

After that you start getting to know each other a little better, and you start to get closer.

He's delighted when you start to open up and share more with him.

It kind of hits him like a slap in the face that shit, he's in love love you.

He's a total softie with you

He's quite subtle about it at first. He does small nice things for you; makes you coffee, gives you half his k ration when supplies are low.

He's surprisingly reluctant to profess his feelings for you. He thinks there's no way you'll see him as anything other than a friend.

Chuck tells him he's an idiot, that you've clearly got feelings for him too and be should just tell you already.

So he does...in the most muddled way possible. It all kinda comes out like word vomit.

"So-I-Just-wanna-tell-you-I-think-you're-wonderful-and-I'm-a-little-bit-in-love-with-you."

You're dumbfounded, and you can't quite comprehend what he's just said.

"Wait," you whisper, "are you being serious right now?"

"Yeah," he laughs, "I've kinda got it really bad for you."

You giggle and blush like hell, and he grins like an idiot because he loves that giggle so much

"How about I take you out for dinner sometime?" He asks cheekily, and his grin widens when you blush harder and agree to go.

He saunters over to you and plants a quick kiss on your lips, before putting his arm around your shoulder and leading you off, pointedly ignoring Chucks wolf whistles when the two of you walk past him.

George Luz

George is the biggest flirt around, and he makes no secret in the fact he likes you.

He goes out of his way to compliment you; tells you that you make Rita Hayworth look plain, that you make sunshine look dull.

The more he makes you blush, the harder he tries. He knows he can crack your shy shell and find the gem underneath.

He's a big fan of cheesy movie quotes, which you adamantly refuse to indulge him with, but he keeps trying nonetheless.

He's tried them all, so he decides this time to pull out all the stops and be as direct about his feelings as possible.

"See that's what's wrong with you," he starts smoothly, "you should be kissed, and often. And by someone who knows how."

He pauses for a second to judge your reaction, and when he sees you smiling he sweeps you into a dramatic dip and kisses you passionately, Clarke Gable style.

He quite literally swept you off your feet, and he knows it too.

Once he knows he's successfully gotten your attention for real, he softens. He dials down the flamboyant flirting and instead he just talks to you and gets to know you for real.

He loves to cuddle you in close and have whispered conversations for hours.

He's very affectionate too, always has to be holding your hand or have his arm around you.

He brings you out of your shell, his enthusiasm and fun nature is so infectious you can't help but be swept up by it and join in on the fun.

Ronald Speirs

Ron is incredibly different when he's with you, much to everyone's surprise.

He laughs with you, like....a lot.

At first you were very cautious with him. You'd heard the stories and weren't too sure what to make of him.

But when you get to know him you realise that he is totally different to what everyone said.

You found that he is really easy to talk to, and he has a wicked sense of humour.

He liked that you were a bit more quiet than others, it made you much easier for him to talk to.

He tells the most brilliant stories, and the two of you usually end up talking for hours about all sorts; history, movies, music, anything and everything.

Its obvious to everyone but you that he has feelings for you.

He thinks you must surely know, that it was completely obvious he'd fallen in love with you. I mean he spends all his free time with you, and he never talks to anyone else the way he does with you.

Lipton eventually realises that no, you don't actually have a clue how Speirs feels about you, so he tells him that you're oblivious.

Naturally Speirs is all action and matter of fact, so he decides to just tell you how he feels and see what happens.

He's kinda nervous despite outward appearances, but he'd never admit it to himself or anyone else.

So he literally just comes out and says it one day; no frills, no fuss.

You're disarmed by his straightforwardness. You'd hoped that he might return your feelings but you'd thought there was no way.

You've never seen him smile brighter than when you told him you returned his feelings.

He wasted no time after that; he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in to a passionate kiss, his other hand cupping your jaw.

Everyone was delighted you'd mellowed out ole Sparky a little, but of course nobody was brave enough to say it out loud in case he found out.

Babe Heffron

Babe....is a bit of a mess around you.

He tries to act all cool and smooth, but he's really a total disaster because he's so distracted staring at you.

When you first start getting to know each other he does most of the talking. He's nervous as hell around you so his mouth just keeps going.

Lucky for him though you find it endearing, and it helps you feel more comfortable with him so you start to open up too.

After that he prefers to listen instead of talk, because he's fascinated by everything you tell him.

You're two peas in a pod, and everyone thinks you're a miracle worker because you've managed to get Babe to stop talking for 5 minutes.

Its clear to everyone that the guy is totally in love with you, they're just waiting for him to do something about it.

So of course Bill is the one to tell him to get his act together.

"Get your goddamn head out of your ass Babe and stop acting like a lovesick puppy. Go tell her you love her and get the goddamn girl."

It takes him awhile, and he really has to gear himself up to do it. He's attempted to say it so many times but he keeps chickening out.

One night you two are hanging out just the two of you and he manages to get it out.

He stutters like hell, but you think it's seriously adorable, and you're grinning like an idiot by the time he's finished.

"Well, don't leave me hanging," he says nervously, "do you feel the same or...?"

You say nothing, instead leaning towards him and kissing him sweetly.

You're both blushing like two cherry tomatoes, but you're smiling so much your cheeks hurt.

Then you're even more inseparable. Bill thinks you're joined at the hip or something.

You're really cute together though, always holding hands or cuddled up.

What you don't see is that Babe rarely takes his eyes off of you, and he still looks like a lovesick puppy but honestly he couldn't care less.

Don Malarkey

Don tries to act all cool when the boys are around, but when he's alone with you he's much quieter.

It's those quiet moments alone together that you enjoy the most.

He's a great listener, and he has a gentle way of pushing you to open up and be yourself with him.

You guys grow close pretty quickly, and start spending more and more time together.

He finds himself getting lost in conversations with you, and getting distracted staring at you.

He realises one day when you're telling a funny story about your childhood and he hears your wonderful laugh that he's totally in love with you.

He doesn't say anything for awhile, thinking it all over. He contemplates if he should even tell you or not because there's a chance you'll laugh I'm his face and tell him no way in hell.

Eventually he decides to screw it and just tell you. But he's not gonna just come out and say it, he's gotta do some kinda gesture. But nothing too overly dramatic because you wouldn't like that.

So he turns up to meet you with a bunch of flowers he picked himself, and he's been trying to fix his hair for the last goddamn half hour.

He's got a speech prepared and everything, but he's pretty sure he's forgotten half of it.

"Look I...I don't know if you feel the same or anything but...I just want you to know that I am head over heels in love with you. And I don't expect you to return the feelings or anything but I'm hoping you'll give me a chance."

You could tell he was nervous about the whole thing, and it was quite possibly the most endearing thing you'd ever seen in your life.

You took the flowers from him and placed them on a side table quickly before jumping into his arms and hugging him tight.

"Woah," he chuckles, "I'm taking this as a good sign then."

You pulled back your head from his shoulder and looked into his eyes happily, nodding your agreement.

He eyes crinkled when he smiles and he leans in, pressing his lips against yours firmly.

Its clear to everyone how perfect you are for each other; you calm his wilder side and he brings out your more outgoing side.

Well there you have it! Hope you all like it and ilysm Fran thanks so much for such a fun request to kick off the birthday week fun💕

Taglist: @tvserie-s-world @geniedocroe @generousdreamlanddestiny @sunsetmando @cagzzz107 @howunexpectedlyso @alejodi0nysus @sunflowerchuck

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 5) - Date Night

Summary: The reader and Jensen go on their first fancy date together before attending a nanny happy hour the next night. The reader makes a new friend there to Jensen’s dismay but someone from the past will come along and change things between the new couple...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 4,200ish

Warnings: language, lying, angst, mention of past child abuse/assault, fluff

A/N: This a rough one, not gonna lie. Enjoy!

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Friday Night

“Y/N, I’m downstairs when you’re ready,” said Jensen through your closed bedroom door.

“I’ll be there in five,” you said.

“See you in fifteen,” he chuckled before he walked away. You walked back into your bathroom, looking over your hair in a bun. It looked like a freaking messy bun actually. You should have done it down and in big flowy waves instead. You pouted and smoothed out your dress. Of course you were bloated and you’d nicked your leg more than once shaving earlier. 

“It’s Jensen,” you said to yourself, taking a deep breath. “He’s never even seen you in makeup before. You’re fine. He’s not gonna say anything.”

You forced yourself out of the bathroom and slipped on your heels, your clutch in your hand. You wobbled for a step or two on the carpet but did better once you were out in the hardwood hall. Ten seconds later you were downstairs, heading over to the foyer area. 

“All set?” you asked, Jensen spinning around. He smiled as he stared, eyes looking you up and down more than once, not even trying to hide it.

“Y/N, you look pretty,” said Arrow as she rushed in from the family room. 

“Yes she does,” said Jensen. “We’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Okie dokie,” she said, wandering off with a little wave.

Half an hour later you were sat at a table in a very nice restaurant, Jensen tugging on his collar. His cheeks were slightly pink but it wasn’t from the cold outside. 

“So...what’s a good wine?” you asked, sliding the drink list over to him. “I’m not really good with the names.”

“You like red or white?” he asked.

“Normally red,” you said. “You?”

“I like a Merlot,” he said. “You like dry?”

“Sure,” you said. 

“We’re not going dutch tonight you know right. This is all on me.”

“We can go dutch, Jensen.”

“I asked you out and this is fancy, even for me. My treat, okay?” he asked.

“Alright,” you said, looking around the restaurant and over in the distance to the bar. “You know I could go for a lemon drop actually.”

He smirked and set the list down, a waiter coming by. He ordered a gin and tonic for himself while you got your cocktail, Jensen breaking off part of a breadstick from the basket. 

“Bread’s good,” he said with his mouth full.

“So. Ackles,” you said, picking up a piece and tearing off a chunk with your teeth. He stared and started to laugh to himself. “Ah, there’s my sweet guy.”

“Thought you were gonna say boyfriend for a second.”

“This is our second official date,” you said. “So. Boyfriend.”

“Yes girlfriend?” he chuckled.

“What’s an appetizer look like in a place like this? Like a tiny cube of cheese with some dressing they’re gonna charge twenty bucks for or something like that?”

“You’re goofy,” he said, a big smile stuck on his face. “Uh, they probably have something like that. There’s normally some kind of bread olive oil bowl option.”

“Fancy people eat like a starving college student apparently,” you said. He tried to hide his laugh as your waiter brought over the drinks and a pair of menus. “Excuse me but can you recommend an appetizer? We’re both new to town and are wondering what you think is a good choice.”

“You can’t go wrong with our sourdough and seasoned oil dipping sauce,” he said. You glanced at Jensen and smiled. “The artichoke spinach dip and tartar crackers are also quite lovely.”

“Do you have anything with a little more substance? We’re quite starving,” said Jensen.

“The fried calamari and crab cake poppers combo is a great option,” he said.

“What’s calamari?” you asked.

“Squid, miss,” said the waiter.

“We’ll have that combo,” said Jensen.

“Perfect. I’ll put that in and be back shortly to get your dinner orders,” he said. He took off and you made a face at Jensen.

“Squid?” you asked.

“It’s fried. Trust me, it’s pretty good,” he said. “I could go for a good steak. You see a filet on here yet?”

“Uh,” you said, eyes scanning the page and seeing most everything was something you’d never heard of. 

“There it is,” he said. “I’m getting that and scalloped potatoes. See anything you want to try?”

“Uh, why does half of this seem like it’s a foreign language to me?” you asked. Jensen looked at his menu and chuckled.

“That would be because it’s in French. We’re in Canada and this is a french restaurant.”

“Oh. Gotcha,” you said. He got up and leaned over the back of your chair, glancing at the page.

“These are soups and salads,” he said, pointing near the top. “Sandwiches. Pasta. Main dishes down here.”

“Uh, maybe pasta?” you said. He knelt down and read off the dishes to you one by one, your waiter returning by the time he was just finishing.

“Anything I can assist you with?” he asked.

“I’ll have the fettuccine alfredo with chicken please,” you said, handing the menu to him, Jensen returning to his seat.

“Face principale?” he asked. You stared at Jensen and he smiled.

“She doesn’t speak French,” said Jensen.

“My apologies miss. What would you like for your main side dish?” asked the waiter. “Steamed vegetables, scalloped potatoes, lobster bisque-”

“I’ll have the vegetables,” you said. Jensen ordered and the waiter went to get your appetizer, a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think twice about the French thing.”

“Kinda hot that you know French,” you said. “I should try to learn it if we’re gonna be up here for a few months.”

“I’m an idiot and I learned it so you’ll do just fine picking it up,” he said. 

“So where’d you learn in the first place?”

“I’m stuffed,” you said, plopping your napkin from your lap onto the table awhile later. Jensen took the last bite of the piece of mouse pie, licking his lips as he finished. “This might have been the best alfredo I’ve ever had.”

“I enjoyed it. Mostly I enjoyed listening to you talk,” he said. You blushed and looked away, Jensen letting out a small hum. “It’s funny. Doesn’t really feel like just a second date, does it.”

“No, not really,” you said. “I guess that’s what happens when you’re friends first.”

“Well I definitely like being friends with you,” he said. 

“Me too, Jensen.” 

“Want to get out of here?” he asked. You smiled and nodded, the two of you outside a few minutes later wrapped up in your coats. Your feet were cold in just your heels, Jensen’s arm wrapping around your waist when you almost slipped more than once. It was slow going back to the car, especially when it started to snow lightly.

“You know, that dress would still look hot with winter boots,” he chuckled. 

“Sorry,” you said.

“No apology necessary. I got freaking dress shoes on and my feet are cold. I can’t imagine how you’re holding up,” he said.

“The perils of being a woman,” you said.

“Well, no need to impress me is all I’m saying. I ain’t looking at your feet anyways,” he said.

“Oh well in that case I’ll wear some nice baggy sweats next date.”

“Please do,” he said. 

“You really don’t care, do you.”

“I think you look beautiful tonight. But I think you look beautiful every night. You did your hair and makeup and this is stunning, don’t get me wrong. But she’s not more beautiful than the girl at home with hair tossed up all messy walking around in oversized shirts and leggings. It’s like flowers. Both are pretty but one isn’t more pretty than the other.”

“Where the fuck did I find you?”

“At my house,” he chuckled. You whacked his arm and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Almost back to the car. I’ll blast the heat for us when we’re in there.”

“Thanks Jensen.”

“Thank you for the date, honey. I mean it. We’ll do it again sometime. Promise.”

Saturday Night

“Your boyfriend seems pissed,” said Brandon. You sipped up the last of your beer, glancing over to the bar where Jensen was tapping his finger. 

“He’s fine,” you said. “So any good parks around the west side of town?”

“Center Grove is always my choice. Good playground, nice area, cops routinely are around. Parking can kinda be a bitch sometimes but it’s worth it in my opinion. My kids love it.”

“You’ve been their nanny for five years you said?”

“Mhm,” he said, knocking back the last of his drink. “Shawn’s mom is their mom’s best friend.”

“Oh. So you had an in already.”

“You know long term gigs are the way to go in this job,” he said. “Not too many American girls come up here. Your accent is cute.”

“Is it, eh?” you chuckled.

“Like I’ve never heard that one before,” he said, Jensen walking back with two beers and a clenched jaw. 

“You okay?” you asked as he sat it down in front of you.

“I’m fine,” he said, taking a long sip. Brandon slid off his seat and made a face. 

“I need a refill anyways. Nice meeting you Y/N. We gotta hang some time,” he said as he walked away.

“For sure,” you said, Jensen rolling his eyes behind his back. “Jensen what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he said.

“Well you obviously have a problem with Brandon.”

“I don’t have a problem with him. I have a problem with my girlfriend flirting with another guy.”

“I was not flirting. I’m trying to make new friends. It was your idea to come to this thing tonight anyways.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

“In case I wasn’t clear, I’m not the kind of guy where I’m okay with you dating multiple people at once. I don’t get that not exclusive shit.”

“I’m with you and only you. I was being nice. Geez, let’s just go,” you said. You got up and pulled your coat on, bumping into a guy on the way out. He turned and apologized, staring at you a little long.

“Y/N?” he asked, a big smile on his face. “My Y/N?”

“Dad?” you said, his face much older looking than you remembered but his eyes still the same.

“Dad?” said Jensen. You brushed past your dad and outside, Jensen hot on your heels. 

“Y/N,” your dad said as he left the bar. 

“Stay away from me,” you said. “Jensen I want to go home right now.”

“What-”

“Right fucking now!”

He held up his hands and you walked around the block to the car, getting inside and Jensen taking off.

“So your dad’s alive huh,” he said. You stared out the dark window with crossed arms. “So is everything I know about you bullshit?”

“What?”

“Is literally anything you’ve ever told me true? Your dad obviously didn’t die when you were a kid. All those late night talks about family and shit, you just like to fuck with people or something?”

“I was not flirting with Brandon you asshole. You didn’t need to know my whole life story the second I meet you.”

“Oh. Okay. Just your fake life story then, huh?” he said. You shook your head as he got stuck at a red light. “If I can’t trust you, I can’t employ you let alone date you.”

“Whatever,” you said. He drove in silence until you were out of the city, going along quieter roads. You were close to the house when he suddenly turned right towards the local park and stopped in the lot, putting the car in park. He touched your arm and you turned, Jensen leaning over and kissing you roughly, far more roughly than you thought he was capable of. You blinked when he pulled back, Jensen looking you up and down. 

“He won’t hurt you.”

“What?”

“Did he walk out on you and your mom?” he asked. “You told him to stay away from you. Sort of shouted it at him. Maybe you lied but maybe...I’m sorry I got jealous of Brandon. I’m still scared and I think you’re still scared too and that’s okay. If you lied about your dad, I’m gonna trust you have a good reason for it. I’m sorry for what I said. I trust you and I don’t want to know what my life is like without you in it.”

“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “I forgive you.”

“You don’t have to tell me what happened,” he said. “We can just go home, okay?”

“Why’d you pull over?”

“Because I knew I didn’t mean it and I knew I overreacted. I said I’d mess up when we started. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I’m 42 with three kids. Brandon is thirty and young and stronger than I am and can go out to the bar whenever he wants. You have options. You don’t have to settle for me.”

“If I’d wanted to settle, I’d have married my ex. What I wanted was the guy that forgives me for not telling him the whole story cause I’m not ready to say it. I want the guy that makes me happy and feel like I have a teenage crush but it’s deeper than that. You’re not the settle for option, Jensen. Why don’t you get that?”

“The last time I felt like this, I married the girl,” he said quietly. “That didn’t turn out so well.”

“You didn’t get the time you deserved with her. It doesn’t mean it ended badly. You loved her and she knew it. She wants you to be happy again, whether it’s me or somebody else.”

“See? That’s the shit that tells me...it tells me to keep falling for you. I’m so sorry for how I acted tonight.”

“I lied about my dad and not a little white one either,” you said with a nod. You turned away and felt his hand on your cheek. “So much of what I told you was a lie.”

“You don’t have to tell me the truth right now, Y/N.” He stroked your cheek and you glanced over, meeting his soft green eyes.

“My mom died giving birth to me,” you said, Jensen nodding. “He hated me for it. Hated me. He would hurt me when I was a toddler. When I was four he started doing...other things.”

“Four?” he breathed out.

“I didn’t know it wasn’t normal. Not until I started school. I was scared though so I never said anything. One of my friends mom’s realized what was going on when I was over playing one day. He went away and lost custody. I went into foster care briefly and got adopted when I was eight. Single mom who’d lost her husband young. That’s my mom. She was a kind person. Ray was always good to her and to me. But I asked him not to adopt me after she was gone and he knew it was because I was still scared of a dad again. Being a nanny, I’ve met fathers that look at me and I just know what was going through their head. I reported him and kinda fucked up their family situation but-”

“That was the right thing to do,” he said.

“I know it was. I’ve just...I’ve had more than one guy and even a woman walk in on me changing or into my bathroom and it’s like, she’s just the help, nobody cares. They don’t touch so it’s like...what can I even do? Then my house before this one, the guy tried getting in my shower with me and I shoved him and he broke his arm and I just don’t understand why so many people think I’m just a piece of meat. Even my ex never got why it bothered me so much. They didn’t touch me so what was wrong with it? He just didn’t get it. He would get mad if I wasn’t in the mood for sex. Nobody ever fucking gets it except you who I lied to and pissed off tonight and without a word of an explanation why, you say you won’t let somebody hurt me. Do you get why you’re the opposite of fucking settling Jensen?”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I know you won’t Jensen.”

“How?”

“Because you’re a good person. You’re so gentle and kind. I know you’re strong and tough but I see it everyday. You should never be worried about how your kids will turn out. If they are half as good as you are they’ll be fucking great people. Your daughters aren’t gonna put up with shit and your son is gonna be kind to everyone and say fuck you to the toxic guys out there. I can already tell the kind of person you are through them and it’s a good one. A really good one.”

“I’m not the only good person in their lives,” he said. You sniffled and looked down, Jensen’s hand sliding under your chin and tilting it up. “You don’t have to apologize for not telling me all of that. Never apologize for not telling me that. Okay?”

“I never told anyone about…the other stuff,” you said, wanting to look down but Jensen’s hand holding your chin up.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m sorry it took you so long to find people that would protect you.”

“You mean…” He nodded and dropped his hand away, running it over your head. “You’re not gonna like, go back and kick his ass are you?”

“Want me to? I’m very tempted at the moment,” he said.

“I just want to go home. I could use one of those hugs right now.”

“Do you want to stay with me tonight? Just to stay, nothing more.” You nodded and he kissed your forehead, a tiny smile crossing your face. Ten minutes later you were home and the babysitter was gone, Jensen pulling you into his room next to yours. You blew your nose in his bathroom and washed off your face, lifting your head to find a pair of your pajama shorts and one of his shirts on the vanity beside you. He smiled as he ducked out, leaving you to change. You let your hair down and took off your bra before you walked out and saw his blanket on the opposite side of the bed. “Warm enough?”

You spun around as he walked inside and you nodded, Jensen pulling you into a hug. 

“I’m sorry for how I was at the bar,” you said.

“I was the one that overreacted, not you,” he said. You felt goosebumps on your arms and he pulled away to turn up the heat, nodding over to the bed. The covers were flung back and you climbed underneath, Jensen getting in on his side. His arm wrapped over your waist and pulled your chest close to his, face only inches away. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. No one will hurt you again. I promise.”

You moved closer to him, resting your forehead against his.

“Remember last Saturday when we were on the trampoline and you talked about those safety nets,” you said.

“Yes, I do.”

“You’re a really good net,” you said softly.

“So are you,” he murmured. He kissed the tip of your nose and you shut your eyes. “What’d you want to be when you were little?”

“A princess,” you said. He chuckled and you smiled. “I wanted a prince to come take me away and everything would be just fine.”

“Really?”

“Princesses were always happy at the end of the movie,” you said. “They got the boy and they were happy. Then I grew up and prince charming doesn’t exist.”

“Cause you’re not a damsel in distress. You didn’t need the prince to save you.”

“But the prince would have made life so much easier.”

“I’m partial to badass princesses myself,” he said. You opened your eyes and he was smiling.

“I’ve never noticed your freckles before.”

“They come out more when I spend some time in the sun.” You moved a hand up and traced under his eye, Jensen nuzzling into his pillow. “Make you a deal. If the badass princess saves me, the scared prince will save her too.”

“Okay,” you said. You kissed him lazily, Jensen smiling through it. 

“Do you want to be a nanny forever?”

“Not forever. It’s an easy way to feel like you have a family when you don’t.”

“Now you do,” he said.

“Jensen you don’t know if this will work out.”

“I do and you do and we’ll take it slow anyways,” he said. “Which is why I’m asking do you want to be a nanny forever.”

“Why?”

“Because maybe someday I won’t need one,” he said. 

“I thought about being an elementary school teacher when I was eighteen for a hot second.”

“You did? You’d be amazing.”

“Pay in Texas is crap though. I make more as a nanny.”

“If money wasn’t an issue though, would you want to be a teacher still?”

“Anything at all?” you asked, Jensen nodding, nose brushed against yours. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“You okay?” he asked, reluctantly letting you out of bed.

“I’m good. I want to show you something,” you said. You slipped out of the room and down the hall to the playroom, picking up a book. Jensen was sat up in bed when you returned and crawled under the covers. You handed him the book and he smiled.

“I don’t remember buying this,” he said, flipping it over. “There’s no serial code on it.”

“You can’t buy it. I wrote a children’s book and printed a few copies for myself,” you said.

“You wrote a book?” he asked, flipping through it. “Did you draw this?”

“Yeah,” you said, Jensen staring at you. “I don’t know if it’s any good. I never tried publishing it.”

“You want to write children’s books, don’t you?” he said, starting to read the story.

“I have a number of them written out. I would make up the stories for kids at bedtime and decided to write them down. It’s kinda like whinnie the poo, that age group, you know? Same group of characters but different stories,” you said.

“These are adorable,” he said, turning another page. You were quiet while he read through for a few minutes, Jensen smiling when he shut the book. “I’ve never read a children’s book where they deal with the loss of a parent.”

“The kids really like it,” you said.

“You should publish this. Seriously. It’s cute and I’m a grown ass man and it made me feel better about Dee.”

“It’s just a story,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I make stories for a living. This whole place would fall apart without stories. This is good. You should consider trying to get it published.”

“Maybe if that nanny job doesn’t work out I will,” you said. 

“Do you mind if I keep this?” he asked.

“Not at all. I gave it to JJ in the first place.”

“Thanks. I want to read this to the twins tomorrow,” he said. He set it on the nightstand and slid back down, pulling you with him. “Why’d the mom fox die in the story? I would have expected the dad wolf considering…”

“Wish fulfillment for a nice father,” you said. “Plus I like drawing the wolf.”

“I like him. He’s fluffy,” chuckled Jensen. “Is that why you asked if I carry a picture of my kids when we met?”

“I’m done with asshole parents. If they treat their kids like shit they sure as hell aren’t gonna treat me any better. You seemed like a good guy. Good guys tend to do that kind of thing.”

“I’m not always good.”

“Yeah, you are,” you said. You shut your eyes and nuzzled close to him, Jensen letting out a soft hum. “You okay? With me being here.”

“Very. Feeling better after everything that happened?”

“Mhm,” you said. “I’m still sorry I lied to you.”

“Did you ever lie about your mom?” he asked. “I mean aside from the fact she adopted you, did you lie about her?”

“No.”

“Then you didn’t lie, not really. I’m sorry it came out like that. You should have been able to tell me in your own time.”

“You still would have been angry,” you said. 

“I still would have come to my senses too. I’m not perfect. I never was.”

“I don’t want someone perfect,” you said. Your head rested against his chest and you let out a soft sigh.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said. He kissed the top of your head and tucked it under his chin, adjusting the blankets once before he stilled.

“Goodnight, Jensen.”

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A/N: Read Part 6 here!

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Wrangler on My Booty

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, Will being a sex god with a magic ass and monster cock Word Count: ~1.1k Emoji Prompt: 💯🤠🍑 (key words are in bold)

“You know what’s really underrated, Will?”

Your boyfriend casts a backward glance at you, over his shoulder where you’re walking just behind him as you often like to do. You like the view. You’ve been with Ironhead for months and you appreciate it still.

Will’s so attractive it could kill. He’s smirking slightly as he carries on with his signature strut, amused that everything about him makes you such a total slut. “What?”

Come up closer, placing your chin on his shoulder. Take a firm hold of his butt cheek so he knows just what you mean. “The way your ass looks in dem jeans.”

Dish out a playful smack then step back to admire it again while he just shakes his head and snickers at you rudely.

“Damn, it’s such a thing of beauty…”

All of a sudden then he says something you never thought you’d hear, as you keep ogling his rear. “You like that wrangler on my booty?”

Jesus Christ you just about die when those words roll off his tongue. “Will, you did not just quote a line out of a Lil Nas X song!”

He shrugs, as you laugh your ass off while your arms reach around from behind to wrap him in a hug. “Babygirl, I ain’t done nothin’ wrong.”

“… was that an attempt at a cowboy accent?”

“Darlin’, what’re you callin’ attempt? Know I nailed that shit 100 percent.”

You’re both bursting in laughter and ten seconds later end up making out in the heated backseat of his truck.

“You know what really sucks?” you complain as you grope his magnificent ass through his jean pockets—just to feel it makes your already wet pussy start dripping buckets. “The fact that I don’t ever get to see this booty when we fuck.”

He pauses where he hovers over you, wheels spinning in his iron head for just a second till a brilliant idea sets fire to his eyes of blue. The way this sex god thinks and breathes and blinks is so painfully hot. “Mmm, hold that thought.”

Will knows exactly how to satisfy his slut; he’s figured out a way to fuck you while he treats you to a view of this divine booty he’s got.

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“Oh my God Will this place is disgustaaang…”

It really is but it’s the fucking perfect place to ride him like a mustang.

Of all the cowboy-themed motels in the vicinity, your man made sure to choose a place that’s not too cheap or filthy. That’s not saying much though given that this place is straight up shitty—but he just had one priority: a big overhead mirror right above the bed specifically.

You look up at the ceiling as you step into your room and realize what he’d planned immediately. Makes you fucking giddy.

“Yes yes yesss…!” you squeal in glee, aroused to madness, as he throws you on the mattress, somehow all at once romantically and straight up pornographically. You don’t know how he does it but he does everything magically.

“Like what you see, honey?” he taunts as he slides off your sleeveless dress, while you gaze up over his shoulder in the mirror and the sight renders you speechless. “Like these jeans on me? I bet you’ll like ‘em even better off me…”

Whimper loudly as he kisses your neck hungrily and roughly yet so softly.

“Mmm yeah moan for me, that’s lovely.”

What the actual fuck Miller?! Guess you should’ve known the sex would slay in every way when you got with a ladykiller.

You start reaching down to fumble with his belt and tug the zipper of his fly while he strips off his shirt. Look in the mirror so that you can see the contours of his broad muscular back, and holy shit does that distract—he is a god and he knows it and that’s a fact..

Thank fuck that Will still has his wits about him while you suffer from a motherfucking heart attack. He stays on track—knows just how bad you need the view—just what he brought you here to do… and soon enough his jeans are slipping down his hips and then the glory of his ass is visible there in the mirror and your gaping jaw goes slack. You scream out so loud that you’re shocked the mirror didn’t fucking crack.

He hasn’t even started fucking you just yet; already you’re soaking and pretty sure you’ve never been so wet.

Will is a sucker for how wet you get. He licks his luscious lips and smirks ‘cause he’s a cocky motherfucker as he swipes the throbbing tip of his dick up and down your slick sensitive folds. Sliding the length of it against your clit and teasing at your hole.

“So fuckin’ juicy,” he growls out in satisfaction, getting off on your reactions. You’re still gawking at his ass up in the mirror and it’s absolute perfection. “Mmm, you’re such a dirty slut for me. I know you’re lovin’ what you see. Look what it’s doin’ to this pretty little pussy.”

He is too much honestly—and just when he’s too much… completely overwhelming you with every word and every touch… that’s when he gives you that much more obviously.

That’s when he rams his massive cock deep in your cunt and starts to rail you like a whore. He rails you monstrously.

Knows this is what you live for. You’re his slut and that is all you’ll ever want to be.

And for the first time in your life you get to see the fucking view, of Will Ironhead Miller’s booty clenching and thrusting while he is fucking you.

It’s such a dream cum fucking true.

Those sculpted cheeks… the power radiating from those firm round globes of muscle makes you weak… the way they tense and squeeze and flex… you’re having trouble now believing that you’re here on earth this evening—getting ravaged by a living, breathing, walking, talking, fucking god of sex…

But so you are and though this is the first time that you get to watch his ass—while here in bed, spread beneath your beloved Ironhead—you’re damn sure it won’t be the last.

The only thing better than wrangler on that booty… is the power and the danger of that ass beautifully bare, clear in the mirror overhead for you to stare. It truly is a thing of fucking beauty.

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[ttuesday]

*breaks the door down*

HI YOUR WORK IS AMAZING

May I be graced with a Arthur and M!Reader, where Arthur is doing jobs around camp, maybe giving a deer to Pearson, and reader just comes in and hugs him from behind? Man needs a good cuddle!

damn right he needs a cuddle lol

Warnings: little reference to death

Word Count: ~950

A lot had happened recently. After Blackwater and spending a few weeks in Valentine, the gang moved south and began searching the town of Rhodes for any new leads. Dutch said he had a great plan, a line you've heard him repeat over and over again.

Dutch said it so much that eventually you started to believe it. You thought that everything would work out. The gang would con the feuding families, steal their gold, go back for the Blackwater money and get the first boat to Tahiti. 

But then it happened. 

With one gunshot wound to the head, the gang was suddenly left with a plan that had descended into chaos and a freshly dug grave.

Arthur was there when it happened. You and a few others took a step back from robberies and cons, needing some time to deal with the loss but Arthur didn't do that. Maybe keeping his mind busy helped him but that didn't stop you worrying about him. Everyday Arthur was away from camp, busy with an abundance of side jobs.

You sighed as Arthur trotted into camp on his trusty steed with the carcass of a deer stowed behind the saddle. He looked tired, though you knew Arthur wouldn't admit that.

Whenever you asked him how he was, Arthur would always mutter "Fine" and continue with his day. His reluctance to say anymore than that was another thing that added to your worries.

You watched him as he took off his hat and wiped his brow with his forearm before carelessly placing his hat back on top of his head. 

Arthur removed the carcass from his horse, slung the deer over his shoulder and began to walk over to the food wagon with it. You stood from your seat by the campfire and walked at a much slower rate to Pearson.

Arthur got there first, dumping the deer on the table and making light conversation as Pearson inspected the animal.

Pearson nodded to himself, happy there’ll be fresh meat for the stew and strolled off to find some clean knives. As Pearson left, you joined Arthur by the table.

Since you were approaching him from behind, you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his torso and catch him in a surprise hug. You could feel Arthur momentarily tense at your touch, unsure of who it was. But once he peered behind his shoulder to see you, Arthur soon relaxed into your embrace.

"Oh, I didn't know who that was for a second" he chucked "what're you up to, cowboy?". 

"I just missed you," you mumbled with your face pressed against his back. Arthur laughed lightly as he turned so he could face you properly. 

He leaned against the table with his arms holding you as you held him back. It was a tender embrace, something Arthur usually wouldn't do in the middle of camp.

"You alright?" he asked, sensing that there may be another reason for your affection. You sighed, momentarily looking away. "I just... I worry about you" you admitted "a lot's happened and l feel like you haven’t really said much about all of it". 

Arthur opened his mouth to reply but before he could get a word out, you cut him off "And don't just say you're 'fine'!". He nodded his head, debating how much he wanted to say in such an open area. Glancing around to make sure there were no prying ears, Arthur shrugged "Yeah, it has been tough lately". 

"And I want to help, Arthur" you began to plead "I don't want you to bottle all of this up or push yourself to keep working, it ain't good for you".

Arthur took your words to heart. Hell, Arthur always took your words to heart even when he didn’t show it. "Sometimes it feels like it's never ending y'know? The constant deaths, screw-ups but you know what's been keeping me going?" he asked, slightly raising one of his eyebrows. 

“Work?” You guessed.

Arthur rolled his eyes “Work? Really?”.

“Well you are always away from camp finding some kinda work or distraction to keep you occupied” you pointed out in a soft voice.

“Hey I ain’t always…” Arthur trailed off as he realized he was spending quite a lot of time away from camp” well, actually I guess I do but I was going to say that what keeps me going is knowing I got you to rely on”.

You smiled as Arthur leaned in and gave you a quick kiss. “I’m sorry, I know I should be more open about how I’m feeling,” he apologized, resting his forehead against yours “I don’t want to accidentally push you away, you’re the only person that can still put a smile on my face”.

Holding you a little tighter, Arthur suggested “How’s about we both go out tomorrow? Go for a ride, set up a small camp, maybe stay the night?”. You could feel that familiar fluttering feeling in your stomach that Arthur normally gives you.

Tilting your head, you pretended to think about for a few seconds before slowly nodding your head. “Perfect, then we can have some alone time” Arthur leaned in to go you another kiss but just before his lips could touch yours, someone cleared their throat.

You both shared a confused look before Pearson spoke up “Would you two mind taking this somewhere else? I got a dead deer I need to get to work on”.

“Right, yes” agreed Arthur, one of his arms still around you as ye moved away from the table. “C’mon cowboy, let’s go somewhere with a little more privacy” he gave you a wink as Arthur led you towards his tent.

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Br(Atsumu)

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Warnings: None all Fluff

You watched amused as Atsumu slumped over the counter of his brother’s restaurant, arms pressed to his sides dejectedly and cheek smooshed against the hard surface. You couldn’t see his face from the angle you were at, but there was no doubt in your mind he had a pout on his face.

Osamu was standing behind the counter, clearly purposefully ignoring his brother’s sulking as he shaped onigiri in his hands, a thoroughly exasperated look on his face. His head lifted when he heard the bell overhead ring as you entered the shop, but a quick finger to your lips kept him from greeting you by name.

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya what can I get ya?” he chimed automatically, the usual bored drawl in his voice.

“How much for your twin?” you asked, your voice making Atsumu jerk a little in recognition, though he didn’t bother lifting his head, choosing instead to heave a sigh and pointedly ignore you, letting you know exactly what kind of mood your boyfriend was in.

“You can have that for free,” Osamu told you, face scrunched up in disgust, “In fact if yer haulin’ trash outta my restaurant I almost feel like I should be payin’ you instead.”

“Who you callin’ trash, ya scrub,” Atsumu sneered at his brother, finally raising his head to glare at his brother.

“Who else but you, ya trashy scrub!” Osamu retorted, not impressed in the slightest.

Luckily there was no one else in the restaurant at the moment to watch their antics, because while you found them entertaining you knew some found them more than a bit intimidating. Still you didn’t think either twin would be too happy if they actually started brawling in Osamu’s restaurant so you walked up behind your boyfriend, threading your fingers through his hair and gently tugging backwards until his head was resting against your chest.

He immediately quieted down a bit, though you could tell from the look on Osamu’s face that he was still glaring at his twin. Carefully you rested a hand on his shoulder and stroked your fingers through the soft golden waves, massaging his scalp in a way you knew he loved as you asked, “Rough day, Tsumu?”

He let out a huff, but didn’t bother to respond, clearly purposefully ignoring you, even if he didn’t actually pull away from your hands. You rolled your eyes at this childish behavior exchanging a look with Osamu.

“Don’t do that,” Atsumu hissed at the two of you.

“Do what?” Osamu demanded exasperated.

“Talk to each other like I ain’t sittin’ right here in front of ya,” your boyfriend retorted angrily.

“Ya really need to get yer ears cleaned out if ya thought we were talkin’ ya deaf scrub,” Osamu hissed, thoroughly fed up with your boyfriend who was clearly looking to pick a fight.

“Are you going to tell me why you’re ignoring me Tsumu?” you asked patiently, knowing that when he got in this kind of mood patience was the best way to deal with him. If you snapped back or got sarcastic it would only escalate the situation.

“It’s only fair,” he grumbled, still pointedly not looking at you, “Since you’ve been ignorin’ me all day.”

“Ignoring you?” you repeated completely and utterly baffled, “But weren’t you practicing with the rest of the Black Jackals today? And you know I was working too.”

“Ya didn’t let me kiss ya goodbye this mornin’ and ya ignored my texts all day,” Atsumu sulked, “I was startin’ to think ya weren’t even goin’ ta come fer our monthly dinner.”

“I was going to be late, and you were refusing to wake up,” you told your boyfriend reasonably, more amused than annoyed now that you knew what was bothering him, “But I still kissed you goodbye Tsumu and I even left a note for you.”

“Ya left a note?” he asked, voice perplexed though still sulky, “Where? I didn’t see it.”

“In the fridge on top of the bento I packed for you last night,” you told him puzzled that he hadn’t seen it, “Where I was sure you’d see it.”

“I forgot to bring my lunch,” he told you miserably, which definitely helped to explain his mood. Atsumu almost never ate if he didn’t bring his lunch with him insisting the food wasn’t good enough and didn’t match his diet plan. However, when he didn’t eat he tended to get hangry, which had no doubt contributed quite a bit to his foul mood.

“Sounds like a you problem,” Osamu jeered, clearly unimpressed. He of all people knew how nasty his brother could get when he didn’t eat. You gave him a look over his brother’s head again, trying to tell him not to rile him up again, and he raised his hands in surrender.

“Yer doin’ it again,” Atsumu whined, though he’d lost the slightly bitter edge from before.

“If you don’t like it, then maybe you should turn and look at me, so I can’t talk over your head anymore,” you pointed out mildly, feeling a bit like you were dealing with a sulking toddler, but willing to indulge him for now seeing as these kinds of moods were rare nowadays, something Ojirou had told you was clearly a long awaited sign of maturity from the former Inarizaki setter.

Your boyfriend huffed, but in the end swiveled his seat to look at you as you took the seat next to him. However you knew exactly what to do to coax him out of his bad mood. Gently you cupped his face in your palms and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, pulled back for a second, then pressed a longer lingering one to his willing mouth.

“There,” you assured him nuzzling your nose against his affectionately before pulling back, “The kiss goodbye I owed you from this morning, and a kiss to say I’m sorry.”

“Ya forgot to give me a kiss hello,” he pointed out, though you could see the corners of his lips pull upwards as you coaxed him out of his mood.

You grinned and leaned forward to press another kiss to his lips, enjoying the feel and the warmth of it as he cupped your face with one of his hands and held you close for a long moment both of you ignoring Osamu who was fake gagging in the background.

“But why didn’t ya text me?” Atsumu asked you when you parted again, his forehead resting on yours as he peered at you with anxious honey brown eyes, “I thought ya were mad at me.”

“My phone is dead,” you told him, with an affectionate huff, pulling it from your pocket and handing it over, “I must’ve forgotten to charge it last night.”

“Oh,” he told you, playing with the power button and refusing to meet your eyes clearly a little embarrassed at his overreaction, though he did quietly clarify, “So yer not mad?”

“I don’t think I have anything to be mad about,” you admitted, then teased, “Unless you’ve done something I should know about…?”

“No!” he protested immediately hands waving wildly in front of him as he declared his innocence looking entirely too alarmed, “I haven’t done anythin’ I swear!”

“I believe you,” you told him with an amused giggle, grabbing one of his flailing hands and interlacing your fingers together.

“Ya shouldn’t,” Osamu interjected with a huff, “If he hasn’t done somethin’ stupid recently I’ll eat my hat, and if he really hasn’t then he’s goin’ to be due fer it in the near future.”

“I’m not that bad,” Atsumu hissed at his twin, thoroughly offended.

“Ya are,” Osamu jeered, though it was more on the teasing end of things, “Otherwise ya wouldn’t have come in here and moped around, floppin’ all over my counter like an ugly fish and makin’ a nuisance of yerself because ya thought yer girl was mad at ya.”

“How can ya call me any sort of ugly when we have the same face!” Atsumu complained, exasperated. The argument was one you’d heard a thousand times now from both twins and somehow it never ceased to amuse you.

“It’s cuz I ain’t a whiney baby like you,” Osamu huffed.

“Princess, tell him I ain’t a whiney baby,” Atsumu whined, completely proving Osamu’s point and making you giggle helplessly as he pouted at you, informing you, “Yer my girlfriend, yer supposed to be on my side.”

“I am on your side,” you assured him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his pouting lips unable to help yourself, even as you told him, “But you are a bit of a brat Tsumu.”

“A what?” Atsumu asked, thrown by your use of English. He’d gotten better at speaking it a bit, picking up words here and there, though he did get thrown off sometimes when you threw out random words.

“A BrAtsumu?” Osamu repeated, his head cocked to the side in utter confusion.

You gaped at him for several seconds repeating the word over in your mind giggles beginning to spill from your mouth as both twins looked on with identical looks of confusion on their faces. The looks only made things worse and you began to howl with laughter, nearly falling out of your chair if not for Atsumu’s steadying hands.

“Brat – Tsumu, Bratsumu,” you managed to stutter out, wheezing as you tried to catch your breath, “It’s perfect, Osamu it’s perfect.”

“I don’t get it,” the onigiri chef informed you flatly, though you could see the corners of his lips curled upwards, amused at your amusement if nothing else.

“Brat means gaki,” you explained as you caught your breath, clutching Atsumu’s forearms for balance earning a snort of amusement from your boyfriend’s twin.

“Oy, oy, should ya really be callin’ yer boyfriend a brat,” Atsumu protested, though you could tell he wasn’t actually upset, just exasperated, “Especially when I just saved ya from either face plantin’ or crackin’ yer head open. What happens if I decide to drop ya huh?”

“Then I guess I’ll have to do this,” you told him lunging forward to wrap your arms around him instead to better brace yourself.

He caught you easily with a huff of amusement and cuddled you close pressing a tender kiss to your hair before he nuzzled his face into your neck with a warm chuckle as he asked, “So guess that means ya love me after all, even if ya are makin’ fun of me.”

“I always love you Tsumu,” you assured him affectionately, pulling back slightly so you could peer up into his eyes and hoping he could see how serious you were about this, “Even when you’re being a BrAtsumu.”

“Love ya too princess,” he told you fondly pressing a soft kiss to your hairline, “Gonna love ya fer ever, and m’sorry fer bein’ a pain today. Was just rough, cuz I thought ya were mad at me, an I woke up late, forgot my lunch, and didn’t do well in practice.”

“It’s okay Tsumu,” you assured him tenderly, “You weren’t that bad, though I’d appreciate if in the future you talked to me before getting angry.”

“I will,” he assured you nuzzling close.

You sighed in utter contentment, enjoying the feel of his arms, though you knew you probably shouldn’t stay too long. You were in public after all.

“Would the two of ya knock it off with the lovey dovey crap already, yer goin’ to scare away my customers,” sure enough, Osamu interrupted, though he looked more fond than annoyed, even if he was clearly giving it a go, “An where’s my apology huh? It was my counter ya were attemptin’ to merge with.”

“Thanks for putting up with us Osamu,” you told him sincerely, cutting in before your boyfriend could, meaning every word. The man really did put up with a lot at times and you really were grateful for it.

“Yeah well, the least I can do fer ya fer puttin’ up with my lump of a twin,” Osamu told you clearly a little embarrassed as he pulled off his cap and ruffled his hair, heaving a sigh, “Yer really good fer him ya know, too good if ya ask me, but thanks fer takin’ care of the scrub.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you told him honestly, “He may be a scrub, but he’s my scrub and I really do love him you know.”

“I know,” Osamu told you with a fond smile, “Of all people I’m glad it’s you that’s goin’ ta be my future sister-in-law.”

“Oy, what did I tell the two of ya about talkin’ like I ain’t here,” Atsumu protested, though there was a slightly wavering edge to his voice that told you he didn’t actually mind all that much, the pink flush on his cheeks letting you see how touched he was, even as he rushed to change the subject, “Besides we’re here fer food Samu so why aren’t ya feedin’ us?”

“Fine, fine,” Osamu told him, rolling his eyes and clearly deciding to concede just this once, “What do ya want ya big glutton.”

As the twins bickered a bit you couldn’t help but smile, enjoying the warmth of Atsumu’s arm around your waist and the way you could clearly see how both twins kept an eye on your comfort even as they argued, always sure to include you in the conversation and to let you know you were free to interject at any time.

Osamu had always made sure you felt like you were part of the family, and Atsumu, though he could be a brat at times, but he was your brat and he doted on you like nothing else. Looking at them you could almost see the future, with you solidly at Atsumu’s side coming to visit Osamu in his shop so you could all catch up together, hopefully someday with a spouse for Osamu too if he wanted one, and children that would argue the same way the twins did causing mayhem wherever they went.

It was a lovely dream for the future, one you hoped with all your heart would become reality, but for now you were content to simply enjoy the moment savoring every second of being loved by the biggest brat you knew.

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Fell! Sans X Reader - "Boss is gonna kill me-"

Here at the Hamilcult, we support fluff fanfics in cringy fandoms that likely implement OOC cannon characters. That was sarcasm but even so, just know that this might be sorta OOC and this is fluff :3

Also, prepare for a Wattpad level written story and a shitty plot. I just got done writing a 7000 worded fanfic and frankly, I need a b r e a k.

Forgive me for I have sinned writing this

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Y/N yawned, rubbing her tired eyes before laying back on her chair. She sunk deep into her warm coat, the fluffy fur on the hood making her feel more relaxed. The coat was oversized black and red with big pockets, perfect for a human in a place like Snowdin. After all, at the post near the conveniently shaped lamp, Y/N was waiting in the blistering cold. Well, the scenery looked peaceful but it definitely was snowing and the air was terribly cold. The fur on the coat rubbed against her face, making her cheeks turn red from the contrast heat of it and the cold air.

She whined and pulled the coat over her head when a few snowflakes touched her face. "Cold," she mumbled tiredly. Y/N flipped her body to the side and whined again. This time, the problem was how uncomfortable her position was. So she tossed over to the other direction and laid her head against the chair. "...the chair is uncomfortable," she tiredly whined.

"If it's that bad then just fucking leave," a rough, annoyed voice spoke. It was Sans, the slightly taller skeleton with a red sweater on and without his coat. "I want my coat back anyway. You're getting ya' human scent in it and I don't want that kinda trouble," he continued. Y/N huffed and sat up straight. She was around his size to sat the least, but a bit thinner and shorter.

"But I thought you wanted me out here," she retorted. "You clearly get lonely here after a while so I wanted to stay with you."

"Yeah, well stayin' with me hasn't brought more customers, has it?" He replied, turning his head towards the younger girl. His red eyes seethe into her soul basically, but Y/N just giggled at his serious expression. The hood covered half her face so her eyes were widen, which they usually were. It's strange because even without the hoodie, something is always covering her eyes whether it's her hair or not. And without a barber in Snowdin and hundreds of people who want to murder her for being human, Y/N hair is bound to grow out anyway.

"You're so funny sometimes Sans," she complimented with a sweet smile on her face. "You have such a cute look when you're mad...well actually, I don't think I've ever seen you not mad before. I wonder what a genuine smile would look like..." she mumbled sleepily. Sans felt his cheeks light up a bit so he turned away from her, rolling his eyes. He wasn't used to such words at all.

"Huh?–" Sans jumped as he felt the girl's arms wrap around his body softly. She had slipped her arms out of the coat for Sans to out his arms in.

"Put the coat back on. It's big enough for me to fit back here," she giggled quietly as she rested her head on Sans's shoulder. Sans felt his fa e turn red and his body tense; he growled and turn his head towards her.

"I gave the damn thing to you, so wear it properly !"

"But you're cold and you're coat can fit us both."

"I don't care!" Sans hissed back, making Y/N giggled. The two friends often had times like this; wholesome and adorable with Sans getting all flustered. Sans barely even saw her a friend as he promised he would never let anyone get too close to him so he doesn't turn soft. But Y/N's persistent and sweet personality really struck him hard. Of course, he wouldn't go as far as to crush on her, right? No, their just good friends...

Y/N' cheeks puffed out and she pouted her lip like an upset toddler. "Sans, please? Just this once?" She asked as she squeezed him into a tighter hug. Sans scoffed and shook his head.

"No! What am I, some pueny pawn? I will not sink that fucking low," Sans seethed. Y/N was silent for a few moments before simply letting go of her tight grip and going lip against Sans's back. She head remained on his shoulder and luckily his sweater cushioned the feel of his bones, making this a comfortable position.

"I like this much better," she said tiredly with a warm smile on her face. Sans was sitting on a rather large chair that he got in order to find better sleeping situations without sliding off it, but because he was sitting on the edge of the chair, Y/N could easily slide behind him. She sat on her knees that were either side of him and yet it was so comfortable for her. "You're more comfortable than a chair." Her voice got lower and softer each time he spoke but it didn't lose its sweetness once.

"Yeah, well I ain't no damn pillow Y/N. Get the hell off me... Hello?" He asked when he didn't get a response. He turned his head to face the girl and saw her completely emersed into the dream world. It's true that he couldn't see her eyes, but he still could tell. He sighed heavily and turned his head in front of him.

"Huh‐ Ah!-" Y/N shrieked as she was pushed into the freezing snow.

"Ahahaha!" Sans laughed hard as he watched Y/N freak out. "I told you I wasn't no damn pillow!" He laughed as he put his hands on his knees. Y/N whined she stood straight up and glared at him. She walked over to him with a pout on her lip and lightly punched his arm.

"Hmph!" Sans chuckled at her adorable attempt at being angry and bopper her nose rough enough to push her away a bit.

"Was that supposed to make me feel bad, human? Well lemme tell ya', that just won't do," Sans spoke as his smile grew cockier.

"I wasn't even trying to hurt you, so don't start that," Y/N retorted. Sans rolled his eyes while he kept up his cocky smile. He shrugged and pu

"Yeah, sure. You fists are as strong as a fly's. You couldn't hurt me, even if you tried," he pushed. Y/N hmphed and shook her head. She pulled her arm back and punched him right in the shoulder as hard as her tired arm could. Sans just snickered and didn't even flinch.

"Wait, was that the best you got? I heard you humans are supposed to be strong." Sans shrugged his shoulders before pulling his hands out of his pockets and stretching. "Whatever, I guess it doesn't matter all that much. If you ever did decide to attack me, it's not like you'd live long enough to be able to lay a hit on me. And anyone else down here would have no problem given all they got to some little girl."

"I'm 20."

"Doesn't matter," Sans said as he put his hands back in his pockets. Y/N sighed and shook her head.

"You know I wouldn't hurt anyone down here as much as I know you wouldn't hurt me, Sans," her soft replied. To be honest, his name being spoken so sweetly had a good ring to Sans' ears.

"Yeah, well you can't blame me for being cautious. You humans put us down here, remember? You humans murdered so many monsters for no fucking reason then trapped the rest of us down here with your strong souls as aid. Then a few fallen human children came down here and either murdered a little, a large portion, or one of us. Still, you humans seem to be naturally turned to a genocide even though you have fucking everything you can possibly want on the surface. Us monsters have nothing, not even a real sun or moon, to make us happy, so our rage is justified." Sans finished his train of thought with a scowl; he turned his head towards the snow building up on the ground and glared at it. Y/N frowned, holding her arms to her chest.

"...Hey, Sans. It stopped snowing, so we don't have to worry about a blizzard keeping us from going to Grillby's," Y/N said as she looked out of the post, finally noticing the snow had stopped falling.

"Why would I worry about a blizzard? I got a shortcut that'll get us there in no time," he smirked and looked up at her. Y/N cocked her head questioning, humming. "Just follow me, aight," he spoke as he walked behind the post. Y/N caught up with him in no time while holding the sides of the coat close to together instead of zipping it. The sleeves just hung by her sides as she still wanted Sans to wear the coat with her cuddling up behind him, mostly because she could still use the hoode that way.

As they walked up to a tree, suddenly, Sans chuckled. The next moment, they were at the doorway of Grillby's and the absorbed by heat and warm light. Y/N looked around her frantically and confused, "how did you do that?"

"Ya humans got strong souls, us monsters have magic," he explained with a cocky smile. "Now let's go sit down at the bar instead of the booth this time. That drunk bunny annoys the shit outta me," he mumbled the last part as he walked over to the bar with Y/N following.

As she passed the dogs, one of them called out, "wait, is that a human? Isn't that the one we fought before?" It was Dogamy who spoke out, then causing her husband to talk back.

"I think so, yes, the one that turned into a puppy that liked to pet other dogs!"

Y/N giggled tiredly as she sat down at the bar besides Sans, listening on their conversation a few seconds longer before returning her focus to Sans alone. "I want a burger," she mumbled.

"Aight," Sans replied. He signaled for Grillby to walk over after he finished making a drink for another customer. The being of purple fire had what looked like a jagged white frown for a mouth, and he wore a skintight black vest with a white undershirt with rolled up sleeves and black jeans as his attire. He vest was also low cut, so an outline of his chest was visible. Although he had a serious tone, he definitely seemed like he could flirt successfully to any person he wanted.

"What," Grillby's echoy voice rung. The purple fire that made up his body flickered and cracked, making Y/N smile from the satisfying sound.

"Two burgers, put it on my tab," Sans replied, leaning on the counter with a mustard bottle in his hand. Grillby wrote down his order and walked towards the kitchen door with a "fire onlt" sign on it. He walked inside the kitchen and came out with a drink; it was F/D, something Y/N typically ordered when she came to the bar. He set the drink down in front of her.

"On the house," Grillby spoke. Y/N smiled softly at him, thanking him. "Tch," he responded before tending to other costumers. Grillby didn't really like Y/N, but he appreciated the little work and silence she brought him. She only spoke when spoken to, and she didn't order things that were hella hard to make and then complain about it. Sans growled, rolling his eyes.

"Fucking simp," he hissed. Y/N tilted her head, humming.

"Hmm? Why?" Y/N asked before taking a sip if her drink.

"He's losin' money by given out free drinks. And of anyone, to you."

"Well," Y/N smirked sweetly. "I come here a lot and that attracts monsters who want to see the human. So by being tourist attraction, he makes more money," she explained. Sans scoffed, his cheeks reddening.

"Whatever." Aww, our bebe skeleboi is jealous of the big, tall, muscular fire dude! Y/N giggled, patting him on the shoulder.

"I really appreciate you bringing me here with you. When you decide to pay your tab, remind me to contribute enough money to help." Sans shrugged, smirking.

"People like you are too nice down here, really."

"It feels nice to help someone."

"It's not so nice when people try to kill you over it," Sans retorted. Y/N frowned, nodding.

"I guess I didn't grow up down here so there isn't much for me to say, but I can't help but think everyone down here is kind but hurt. I mean, there's a lot about you I noticed that aren't so...pleasant, but you managed to treat me like a person with emotions and opinions. I doubt that of hundreds, you're the only one down here like that," she explained. Sans sighed again, rubbing his eyes.

"Like I said, people like you are too nice down here." Sans finished the conversation this way and then came a long moment of silence. In that time, Grillby came over with two plates with burgers on them. He set them in front of the two.

"Here."

"Thank you, Grillby," Y/N thanked with a warm smile on her face. Grillby silently nodded at her before walking away. She grabbed the ketchup and poured some on her burger, whereas Sans barely acknowledged what was happening around him. He was getting caught up in his thoughts right now, a bit overwhelmed with them actually. Finally, he stood up and walked away from the bar, heading out the front door. Y/N hummed and took a bite of her burger, watching Sans leave.

She set her food down and ran after him, leaving the restaurant right when he did. "Is everything alright?" She asked worriedly, making Sans scowl.

"God, y'know, you gotta stop assuming something's wrong. I'm fine. And either way, I wouldn't tell you some edgy shit no one cares about," Sans replied. Y/N was silent at first, then she took off the coat she still had on. Her hair brushed over her eyes as she did that, making them impossible to see. She put the hood on top of Sans' head before wrapping her arms together coldly. "Why do you're eyes always do that?"

"Do what?" She asked.

"If they ain't covered by a hood, it's covered by your hair. If not your hair, someone's or something's blocking your face. If it's not that, then you're head it turned away from view. It's weird," Sans explained. Y/N hummed, not noticing that until now.

"Well... Do you want to see my eyes?" She asked as she brought her hands up. She was wearing one of Sans's red shirts, which sorta made this moment more cliche but who cares. Sans slowly nodded, curious. Then Y/N pushed her hair out of her face, revealing her normal looking E/C eyes. Well, aside from the kindness and care that laid within them. And it was that feature that hit Sans first.

"Woah," he mumbled, tuning his full body towards her. "That's beautiful!" Y/N giggled, making Sans' face redden. He opened his mouth to form a quick insult to her in order to make him seem like he didn't mean it, but Y/N spoke first.

"Thank you. Your eyes are very pretty as well. It has a nice color to it, too," she replied softly. Sans huffed silently, looking to the side.

"I, uh...thanks," he mumbled as he put his hand in his pockets. He sighed and put coat on right, burying his face in the hood fur. It was obvious that he was pretty flustered right now and reddened, as he did truly feel his chest warm when he was around Y/N. It was strange for him to feel this way so he typically pushed his feelings away and told himself that he was just her guardian per say. But he knew deep down in his heart it wasn't true.

"Look, I got something to say to you," Sans pushed more harshly then intended. "And I don't wanna hear any of this being told or heard by other monsters, got it? This is us and us alone, ya understand? This shit is hard to say, so..." he drifted off. The snow was started to pick up again, making the scene look more aesthetic.

Y/N nodded, listening to him closely when began talking. "This shit isn't said very often down here; no, it's not said at all actually. But you're human, and you have a different heart so..." he trailed off again, scratching the back of his head. He looked Y/N in the eyes and gave her a flustered glare like if he was embarrassed, which she took no offense to. "I don't just give anyone the right to take my coat, waste my time, bother me, stop me from sleeping, and more. It's just you and Boss, and even he has less power than you."

He continued after a deep breath. "And its not because you're human or I pity you. In fact, I couldn't care less if you're soul is strong, since I could still break it; I couldn't care less if you fell down here, since we're trapped down here too. I let you do because... it's like a bandaid, just gotta say it... I care about you. Not even like a sister or close friend, no, I mean if you were about to be shot, I would jump in front of bullet so you could liev put your life happily. I love you."

Y/N was silent, sorta just staring. Her whole body was shook, frozen, and in shock. She didn't even know what she just heard or if she was dreaming. She even forgot that she was freezing due to being too caught up in her feelings. Sans stood there silently for about 10 seconds as well, before he face-palmed and grew red jn embarrassment. That's when a tear escaped the corner of Y/N's eye and a large smile grew on her features.

"Sans," she replied sweetly as she walked over to him. She fell forwards on him and wrapped her arms around the inside of the coat, around his sweater. The embraced him tightly and said, "I love you too!" Sans felt his heart move a little and a new feeling wash over him. Without being able to control it, he felt a genuine smile grow on his face as he hugged her back tightly.

"I'm so...glad," he breathed out heavily, his nerves relaxing. The two stayed in that position for a while before eventually breaking off. Y/N pecked him on the cheek before grabbing his hand.

"We should go back inside, hehe. The food'll get cold," she said as she motioned to the door. Sans nodded nervously, chuckling.

"Yeah, and Grillby will be pissed if we wasted food. I don't wanna deal with that again." The two fo them walked inside the restaurant/bar, they started their way back to the bar. Yet when they got in, the bar was silent. I mean, the restaurant was pitch silent; not only that, but many eyes were on them as they walked in. Y/N completely ignored their exists' and sat down on the barstool, picked up her burger and ate it. Luckily was still warm. Sans on the other hand was hella nervous. No, he was fucking terrified.

Grillby walked over to the two and leaned forward, so than when he whispered, only they could hear. "The bunny chick saw you two hug and kiss. Just play it cool, and they'll forget all about it in a few days." Well shit, Sans thought. Boss is gonna kill me when he finds out.

Y/N just ate her burger in peace, not really caring if other people knew about them. After all, it's their choice to laugh about like a boy kindergartener complaining about holding hands with a girl because it means their "dating," or to hear about it and mind their own business.

[doyumacy]

ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ - 3

ʏᴜᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx) ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4k

4

ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ ɪ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ.

“come on, y/n. it will be so much fun!”

you look at jaehyun. of course jaehyun wants to do this. underground parties are his type of scene.

hollywood hills always throw the best underground and illegal parties throughout los angeles. no one really knows who’s behind them, but it’s probably the mafia leaders so they can sell their best drugs and make tons of money.

“okay,” you say.

it’s a full-on club experience. a d.j is at one end of the room on a raised platform and on your left a makeshift bar is set up where bartenders hand out drinks. the neon lights are everywhere and the colors change to a different each second. the space has four corridors that branch off from each corner of the room and you notice couples disappearing down them, hands grasping and lips locking on to any inch of bare skin.

“here’s the winner,” a tall man with pushed black hair back approaches you. “glad you made it.”

“we wouldn’t have missed it,” you say.

“well, enjoy the party,” he smiles. “everything you need just ask for it.”

you nod. “thanks.”

jaehyun comes back holding two drinks. he didn't get to see the man’s face. “who was that?”

“no idea. i guess he’s the host,” you take the red cup jaehyun hands you.

“johnny and taeyong are on their way,” he checks his phone.

“cool,” you reply. “i’m gonna go to the restroom. can you watch my drink?”

“sure.”

you hand him your red cup and make your way to the crowded room, looking for the restroom. you finally find it and after you’re done with your needs, you wash your hands and exit the bathroom.

someone grabs your arm and takes you to one of the rooms. you’re pushed against the door once it is shut down and you recognize mark through the purple neon lights. you smile sideways, resting your head against the door. “you’re so obsessed with me, mark.”

his hands go down to your hips and push you even more against the door. “i want my shirt back.”

you pout. “i’m not wearing it now.”

“but your man is,” he stares at your lips. “wondering what he’s gonna do when he finds out the shirt he’s wearing belongs to the man who ate his girl nights ago.” he tilts his head.

you scoff. “i wonder what your red haired will think about his boyfriend getting his dick sucked in the middle of the street?”

he frowns. “yves? she ain’t my girl.”

“jaehyun ain’t my man either, dumbass,” you push him away.

“this makes things even better,” he locks you again, pressing his palms on the door and his arms next to your head. “i’ve been thinking of you. so much.”

you smirk playfully. “i got that effect.”

he rests a knee between your thighs. “i want to fuck your mouth again.”

you slightly moan and lock the door behind you. “we can do something about it,” you say, your hands traveling to his belt, undoing it.

mark smiles looking at you and cups your jaw, making you look at him. his lips reach yours and he nips at your lower lip, never ending the eye contact with you. it’s so hot. you kiss him and he tries to pull away, you grab his shirt with your fist and then, you encircle your arms around his neck and kiss him more. you hear nothing but the loud music outside.

you take off his shit, not leaving his lips.

careful not to bump on anything, he walks backwards, his arms wrapping your waist and once he reaches the bed, he turns and pushes you on it. he hovers on top of you and pulls away from the kiss. “i can fuck your mouth other day, right now i want to be inside of you.”

his hands find the hem of your shirt and take it off. he gently kisses your shoulders down to your clothed breast. he helps you to get off your bralette and he throws it somewhere in the lilac room and goes back to your breast, licking and kneading it.

with kisses trails all over your body, mark kissing your hard nipples making them even harder. “i like your nipples,” he whispers in between biting and licking your breast. all you can do is moan and run your fingers through his soft black hair.

you feel him coming down slowly between your legs, leaving soft kisses on your abdomen and playing with your black lacy panties. teasing your clothed entrance. he removes the underwear slowly leaving you fully naked under him.

“on the scale of 1-10, how drunk or high are you?” he asks and waits for you to answer.

��0,” you answer. “fuck me senseless now.”

he lets out a small giggle. he looks straight at you in the eye while his fingers make you feel good.

he spreads your legs even wider and plays with your slit more before he removes his pants. you notice his calvin klein underwear and bite your lip. mark is so hot.

“y/n, you’re staring,” he snaps out of you.

you gasp as you remember your legs are wide open in front of him, trying to close them but he stops you. “nothing i hadn’t seen before.” he grabs your legs and drags you down, leaving your legs dangling on the side of the bed. he’s between your opened legs, you come close to him. mark makes you touch his body. you look into his eyes when your hand makes its way to his growing crotch. he’s hard.

you kiss his abdomen playing with his black calvin klein underwear before removing it. his dick sptungs free and you lick it for the meantime leaving mark weak. you feel him trembling already but he takes your shoulders, pushing you away. “not tonight, gorgeous.”

you groan and he pushes you back to the bed, he kisses your neck and hands all over your body. kissing your lips again wilder than ever, he bites your nipples making you moan with a soft “ouch.”

you can feel his cock hard again poking your thigh, you hum stroking and teasing it again. “can’t get enough of my cock, baby?” he whispers, leaving wet kisses on your neck.

“mark,” you whine. “please.”

“please what, princess,” he kisses your abdomen.

“fuck me,” you beg.

he smiles and his hand goes between your bodies and you feel him stroke his cock, teasing your entrance. “oh wait,” you stop for a second. “condom?”

he groans and puts his forehead on your chest. “i don’t have one.”

you sigh. “i’m clean. are you clean?”

“yeah,” he looks at you.

“okay. continue.”

you bite his lip following by kissing it with your tongue. checking your slit, he lines his cock to your pussy and slams right in without any waning.

“ah, fuck,” you scream, scratching his back.

he groans. “why are you so fucking tight?”

fucking you slowly, mark kisses your neck. you moan. “do you want me to spread my legs more?” and all he does is kiss you more hungrily  as a form of answer.

his right hand is on your left thigh, making you spread even wider and stopping your legs from closing at the same time. his other hand is all over your body like it has a life on its own, making you suck his thumb and puts it on your clit.

your hands are encircled around his neck, making him focus on you. looking him in the eye while he thrusts hard and deep and your boobs bouncing up and down beneath him.

searching for more feeling, you make him suck your right thumb while looking into your eyes, he gave you a wink and suddenly you feel your lower abdomen tighten, your eyes roll back and your body arches. he gigles and he pulls out. when you’re about to protest, he grabs your hips and roll you on your stomach. “ass up, baby.”

you do as he asks and bury your head on the sheets. he enters you again, this time balls deep and you moan loudly. “fuck, mark.”

“shit, you feel so nice,” he clenches his jaw, accelerating his pace.

he pounds you deep, your skin's clapping and your moans. he groans and takes your hair in a fist. “i’m close,” he says.

“shit, so am i,” you whine, gripping at the sheets.

mark fucks you now through your orgasm, not letting go and his thrust get harder and sharper.

“mark!” you moan his name.

he turns you around again, leaving you on your back and spreads your legs even wider. wanting to see his face, you rank your fingers to his hair scratching his forehead accidentally.

“am i going to be alive after this?” you laugh but it turns out to be a loud moan, he’s now kissing and biting your nipples again as he picks up his pace.

you grip on his back because of the changed pace. he bites the skin of your left boob a little too hard. you grab his face and kiss him, and just a glance to his perfect fucked up face makes you cum again trembling and shivering under him, moaning his name telling him to stop, but of course he doesn’t, chasing his own orgasm and cums right after you, spilling his warm white liquid inside of you.

“oh y/n,” he moans, almost sounds like he’s about to cry.

he rests on top of you, both of you panting, trying to recover but you feel too weak.

after a minute of just hearing the music blasting outside, you get up with trembling legs collecting your clothes and putting them on again. mark looks for his underwear, and wears it again.

you turn and you notice the scratch on his face. “shit. i’m sorry, mark.”

“what? why are you apologising?” he asks.

“the scratch on your forehead?” you approach him. he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

he smiles, little do you know he enjoys rough sex. you’re still not fully dressed and mark pulls you by the hems of your panties. you groan. “what are you doing?”

“you’re so hot,” he murmurs. “wanna go again?”

you stare at him. “my friends and brother are probably looking for me.”

he hums, rubbing your thighs with his palms and looks at you. “another time then?”

“yeah,” you bite your lip.

“you know where to find me, baby,” he kisses your crotch, making you sigh.

you leave the room fixing your hair, acting as if mark didn’t rearrange your guts just minutes ago and join jaehyun, johnny and taeyong. jaehyun hands you your red cup and he sniffles. “you smell like sex.”

you turn to him. “what?”

“you smell like sex,” he repeats and has a sip of his drink. “was it good?”

you nod. “so fucking good.”

jaehyun smiles. “i’m always up for a threesome. tell your guy.”

you look at him. “i’ll think about it.”

he winks at you.

mark meets with his friends again and donghyuck frowns when he spots the scratch on his forehead. “dude, what happened?”

“huh?” he touches his forehead as if he didnt know, “i hit a door, i didn’t know i got this.”

“you’re so dumb,” jeno mocks him.

yves stares at him for a couple of seconds and notices something the other two guys didn't: a hickey next to the mole in his neck.

“was the name of that door y/n?” yves has a sip of her drink.

mark looks at her and grins. “who i fuck is none of your business.”

jeno and donghyuck whistle, raising their eyebrows. yves grins at him back. “of course it is my business because you keep sticking your dick inside me. like last night for example.”

jeno gives them a disgusted face and donghyuck frowns. “you two keep fucking? i thought you were done.”

“we are done,” mark states. “it’s just casual sex.”

“yeah,” yves stares at him. “i thought we had a deal.”

“you made that deal,” mark cocks an eyebrow to her.

“i really hope y/n is clean, or it’s going to be so much fun seeing your dick rotting.”

“let me worry about that, beautiful,” he waves her off.

“and this is why you should not fuck your ex,” jeno mutters.

later that same night, you make sure you don’t get drunk since you’re driving back and it’s a long way. you lean against the led bar where the bartenders are and as you are about to order something to drink, a black haired man wearing a silk blue shirt and black pants stands next to you. “whiskey on the rocks for me and for the miss just a coke. thank you.”

you cock an eyebrow to him. “excuse me?”

he turns to you and smiles. “i didn’t introduce myself, did i? i’m kim doyoung.” he extends his hand.

you stare at his hand and take it, shaking it slightly. “y/n.”

“i know,” he says. “i’ve been watching you.”

“watching me?” you look at him.

“during the drift and here,” he hands you your glass with coke. “you’re fascinating. i might think i’m in love.”

you roll your eyes. “what do you want?”

“why do you think i want something?” he tilts his head.

“you tell me, doyoung.” you smile.

“smart,” he has a sip of his whiskey. “i like that.”

“so?”

“i want you to drift for me,” he offers.

you scoff. “sorry. i don’t need a sponsor.”

“i don’t want to be your sponsor, y/n,” he replies. “i want you to drift for me just one ocassion. i pay very well.”

“i don’t rob or kidnap people either,” you stare at him.

he laughs. “not that kind of job either. i just want you to drift against someone who’s been a pain in my ass.”

“and what makes you think me winning will stop from being a pain in your ass?” you tilt your head, cocking an eyebrow.

“well, we made a deal: if he loses he stops drifting and no one has been really good to beat him,” he rests an elbow on the bar. “but i bet you can.”

“who is he?” you inquire.

“no one really knows his name,” he runs his hand through his hair.”but some people call him ‘jwi.’”

you frown. “i have never heard of him.”

“how could you?” he looks at you, playfully. “you just came back.”

you smile sideways. “so you gossip, doyoung.”

“i hear things,” he smirks. “so, will you help me?”

you sigh. “yeah why not. but i want cash in advance.”

“sure thing. i’ll give you the half tomorrow and the rest when he’s out,” he smiles at you. “do we have a deal?”

doyoung extends his hand.

“それをしないでください。 あなたはこれより賢いです。” (sore o shinaide kudasai. Anata wa kore yori kashikoidesu) (don’t do it. you’re smarter than this) yuta whispers from the second floor, staring at you having a conversation with doyoung.

you stare at doyoung and then at his hand. “deal.” you shake his hand.

“くそ” (kuso) (fuck) yuta groans.

“i’ll see you tomorrow then,” doyoung finishes his drink. “enjoy the rest of the party, y/n.”

doyoung walks away and you sigh. you return to where johnny, taeyong and jaehyun are and you regret the decision immediately. your brother almost sucking someone’s life and taeyong and jaehyun dancing with two busty blondes.

jaehyun winks at you and you laugh shaking your head. you approach him and speak to his ear. “i’m gonna go home.”

“i’m going with you,” he replies loudly.

you shake your head in disagreement. “you stay and enjoy the party. make sure taeyong doesn’t get high.”

he nods and kisses your cheek. “call me when you get home.”

you leave the party and walk to your car. as you’re about to get the freeway, you stop at a red light and a black car lines next to you. you can’t see who’s inside since the windows are too dark, then you hear some music coming out from the car and you recognise the song.

it’s 千客万来 (senkyakubanrai) by miyavi and daoko.

yuta loved that song. it was one of his favourite songs.

you frown. is someone messing with you? it’s cruel.

the light changes to green and the car speeds up, leaving you behind. now you’re mad. you speed up as well.

coming at speed behind it. luckily, the freeway is somehow empty. you follow closely behind another car, similar to the one yuta had when you met him.

yuta tries to keep his eyes on the road, but he keeps glancing at the rearview mirror. he grins. he should’ve known you’re too good at driving. and he knows he should feel worried, but he’s actually enjoying it.

he misses you so much and it feels like the old times.

taking a deep breath, you can feel your leg pressing on the gas pedal automatically.  you speed through the freeway making a turn to an emptier road.

you see the car changing lines until he exits the freeway and you're going too fast you miss the exit. you curse under your breath. "fuck."

whoever is behind the sick joke you hoped they get what they deserve for doing such a thing.

(...)

“not gonna lie, i’m looking forward to the day you sit on my face,” you hear mark behind you.

you are bent over against a car, the hood open. wearing denim shorts.

it’s sunday and you would normally won’t work, but since you don’t have anything better to do, you think working on your car is a good idea.

you turn around, your ass cheeks now resting against the hood. you cross your arms on your chest. “you’re gross, mark.”

he smiles. “what are you working on?”

“it’s a secret,” you reply.

he hums. “fine. don’t tell me.”

“what are you doing here?”

“i actually came to see your brother,” he answers. “but i think he’s still asleep. he won’t pick up the phone.”

you nod. “he came home pretty late last night.”

“and you?” he walks to you and wraps his arms around your waist. “i saw you leaving and you didn’t say goodbye.”

you roll your eyes, placing your palms on his arms. “you were busy with your friend.”

“yves,” he smirks at you. “are you jealous, y/n?”

you scoff, pushing him away. “i am certainly not. just don't be so shameless and don't flirt with others when you've just fucked me.”

“did i hurt your feelings?” he pouts, mockingly. the same you did when you met him.

you squint your eyes at him. “whatever. it’s not like it’s happening again.”

he frowns. “why not? you clearly had a great time.”

“i did,” you admit. “but you’re doing business or whatever with my brother and the last thing i want is things to turn awkward.”

“and they won’t because we’re both adults,” he wraps his arms around your waist again, this time pulling you closer. “i can fuck you and still doing business with your brother. and of course, racing against you.”

“please give up, you will never beat me,” you cock an eyebrow to him.

“don't count your chickens yet, gorgeous,” he rubs your bottom lip and looks at you. “you still haven’t seen my best movements.”

you smirk. “you're all bark and no bite.”

he groans. “get in the car.”

“no. i’m busy.”

“y/n…” he warns.

“mark…” you imitate his tone.

he sighs heavily. “wait till i’m done with johnny. “

“i’ll be in my bedroom. maybe the door’s unlocked,” you wink at him.

mark pulls his lips away, towering over you with glinting eyes as he raises an eyebrow. “what was that?”

he doesn’t remove his fingers, continuing to draw small circles on your clit as you silently squirm. you bite down on your lip, pushing out another breath.

“gotta be.. quiet..” you say, sucking in a breath as mark runs his finger down between the lips and back up again, slowly. mark chuckles softly.

“ah..” mark laughs softly, smirking. “so… this?”

he begins to tease your entryway, which makes you arch your back slightly and let out another soft gasp. mark laughs again.

“this is gonna be fun.” pressing his lips back to your skin again, he continues to tease, using all his fingers to make you wetter and wetter, trying to force a noise out of you. yet you refuse, enjoying the pleasure through muted moans, soft gasps, and occasionally a very tiny hum. mark doesn’t relent, as his lips travel further and further down your body, making sure to take his time. soon, his mouth replaces his fingers. your back starts to arch again with every movement of his tongue against you.

mark sneaked into your room when johnny had to use the bathroom and jisung locked himself in his bedroom. but unfortunately, your bedroom is between your brothers' bedroom.

each flick of his tongue against you makes you gasp slightly louder, but not loud enough to be heard outside the room. mark continues to make you squirm, laughing softly again as he pulls his lips away from you. he moves a hand up to catch your attention, and you look down at him, his lips glistening.

“still no noise?” he asks, and you shake your head, gasping again as he moves himself back into position. you snake your hands to his hair, wrapping your fingers around the strands as you arch your back again as he expertly moves. humming again, he moves his lips away, looking over at you again.

“ready?” he asks, as he lowers his sweats.

he positions himself over you, pushing your hips up, he slides inside of you slowly and, knowing that something is coming, instinctively grabs one of the pillows behind your head. handing it to you with a smile, you quickly take it and bite down hard, releasing a muffled moan. mark lets out a laugh, beginning to move inside of you now that you had something to muffle the noise. it's still not screaming, mind, but it's slightly louder than what you were doing before.

mark starts sucking on your skin again, littering kisses along your collarbone. “hmm..” he mutters against your skin, peeling himself out slowly before pushing back in quickly, making you push out another muffled moan as you arched your back slightly. “should have gone to my place instead.”

you can feel yourself getting closer to climax, as mark gripped the back of your thighs, digging his nails in softly. your muffled noises are rising in pitch, as you move the dampened pillow and his name slips through your lips in the softest whine. mark hums, slowing down in his tempo as you hold on as long as you can. then, as the climax hits, you let out a soft groan that suddenly gets quite loud.

mark lets out a laugh and presses a kiss to your forehead. he comes inside of you soon after, pulling himself out after a few seconds. he lays next to you and looks at you, smiling.

"i hate you so much," you groan, putting your palm on his face.

he giggles. "i should go now."

"you better before I slap you," you smile at him.

"you're very kinky," he says, standing up and looking for his clothes.

you give him your middle finger and he laughs. he approaches the bed and kisses your finger. "later, gorgeous."

[august-bleeds-red]

A Job Well Done - Part Two

Jason Voorhees, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair and Michael Myers wet their S/O’s whistle (NSFW under the line)

Part One (Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt and Vincent Sinclair) here

Jason Voorhees (2009)

Summer is dying, the leaves changing to auburn and yellow, and Jason’s machete lies forgotten against the maple trunk. The tree stands alone in a large meadow of long grass, painted gold from the fading season, its crimson coat of leaves like fire against the azure September sky.

 So many colours, yet the only shade you have eyes for is white.

 You trace the patterns of Jason’s mask with your fingertips, like you don’t know them by heart already, couldn’t conjure the image in your mind from anywhere in the world. His hand rests easily on your skirt, the tip of one finger just brushing your thigh. You take his hand in yours and press it against the swell of your chest, leaning forward to plant a kiss at the place on his mask where his mouth would be.

 “Jason.”

 He’ll never grow tired of hearing his name spoken in your sweet voice. You begin to push your fingers beneath the hockey mask’s edge, pausing to kiss the exposed skin when his body freezes in fear. You’ve only seen his face once before – the first time you met – so you understand his hesitation to allow you a second view. When you get to his mouth, you kiss his twisted lips with enough passion to still his breath, and his hands grip tightly to your upper arms, holding you so close you can feel his heartbeat against your chest. The mask falls to the ground, gazing with empty eyes at the romantic scene playing out next to it. You feel so small, so safe, wrapped in his muscular arms, the heart beating beneath his torn shirt pulsing with vibrant life for you alone. Your hand trails down the bulky layers of clothing and settles on the crotch of his pants, causing him to shift in embarrassment at the hardness beneath. He’s still not used to the idea that his attraction to you won’t be met with disgust on your part. You chuckle and rub a little harder.

 “It’s okay, baby.”

 Struck by a sudden impulse, you get to your feet and look around the empty field to check that it’s . . . well, empty. The only sounds for miles are the rustling of leaves and the calling of birds; not even the faintest rumble of traffic reaches all the way out here. You pull your dress off in one quick movement, revealing the modest bra and boy-shorts you’re wearing underneath. You’ve never been this exposed under open sky before, and your heart dances as you unlatch the clasp at your back. You stand before him exposed to the world, the sun on your shoulders, the wind gently ruffling your hair. He rises to his full, considerable, height, his eyes never leaving yours, and backs you up against the trunk of the tree. The bark presses into your bare skin, imprinting the soul of the woods onto you as Jason leaves his own marks on the side of your neck.

 “Hold still,” you whisper against his ear, dropping to your knees in the damp grass, your fingers already making short work of his belt buckle. He knows what you’re doing, although he can scarce believe it’s really happening. You, so pure, so perfect, blessing him with your beautiful lips and unconditional affection.

 He’s even bigger than you thought he’d be. There’s no way you’re going balls-deep with this one, that’s for sure.

 “A shower and a grower, huh?” you smirk up at him, appreciating the bashful expression that flits across his features.

 He tastes like the wild, of soft earth and clear spring water. He bucks his hips involuntarily and the back of your head bumps the tree behind you, making you wince and rub your scalp. Leaning over slightly, Jason cups the base of your skull, protecting you from further injury.

 “So thoughtful,” you smile, returning to your task, the shadow of his large torso now shielding you from any prying eyes. Not that anyone would need two guesses to know exactly what you were doing. You take him in as far as your throat will allow, and then a little further, so you gag a little on the thick head. He moans, deep and long, and you feel a surge of strange power – this giant oak of a man, brought to such tender passion by your hands, by your mouth. You run the flat of your tongue up the underside of his cock, feeling the bumpy veins against your sensitive taste-buds. You imagine how incredible it would feel to have this inside you, to have Jason pumping into you, spilling his seed into you, making you his and his alone.

 You can tell he’s trying not to lose control, but his knees are shaking from the exertion of it. You’re determined to snap that final straw. Keeping one hand on his shaft, you lick at his balls, sucking them in and rolling them between your tongue and the roof of your mouth. He braces his free hand against the tree and begins to rock his hips in earnest, and you let your mouth drop open enough for cockhead to slide in and out freely.

 He cums almost without warning, just two short spasms of his hips and your mouth is full of bitter-tasting seed, spilling out over your lips and dripping onto your exposed breasts. The sight of you coated with the evidence of his desires is almost too much for him. Swallowing what’s left on your tongue, you smile and wipe your lips as daintily as you can with your fingers.

 Jason’s fingers hover over your chest, clearly wanting to help with the clear up but unsure if fondling your breasts is the best way to do it. Collecting as much of the translucent fluid on your finger, you put it to your lips and suck, keeping careful eye contact with the stunned man the entire time. You laugh as he tackles you to the ground, his eager lips already working their way down your body, large hands pushing your legs apart.

 Looks like it’s your turn.                    

Bo Sinclair (warning: Daddy kink)

It’s not often that Bo condemns you to the garage basement, but when he does, you know its going to be a good few hours before you’re released. The man has the stamina of a jackrabbit and can go at least four times before he’s fully satisfied, or at least until he gets hungry and wants supper.

 You try not to think of how many less compliant girls Bo has restrained in the chair as he tightens the straps around your wrists. Now that he has you, any victims are given straight to Vincent for the museum, but you know there have been many who have passed through his room first. As you watch him secure your ankles in place, you marvel at how such a beautiful countenance can conceal such a dark and twisted history. But, for your sins (and his), you love him.

 “That not too tight for you, is it, sugar?” he asks. “Hate to mar this perfect skin of yours.”

 His large hands cover your wrists over the buckles, the sleeves of his shirt riding up just enough for you to see his scars. You shake your head and he flashes a wicked smile. The chair has a crank on its side that adjusts the height, and you can only watch as he turns it round and round, the entire mechanism dropping you further down towards the floor. Ah, so he was in this kind of mood. He’s already undoing his belt, the clinking of metal like an orchestral warm-up to the main event. Lifting one leg high, he plants it firmly on the other side of the chair so he’s basically straddling your shoulders, his head silhouetted against the ceiling light.

 “You go ahead and open those pretty lips nice and wide,” he says, stroking his cock languidly and rubbing the tip against your mouth. You know he likes to sing for his supper, likes to work for it a little, so you don’t give up the goods immediately, rolling your head to the side and keeping your lips firmly closed. Bo growls and cups your chin firmly between his fingers.

 “I said open,” he squeezes harder and your mouth opens a crack, giving him an in to force his cock onto your tongue and straight to the back of your throat. You cough and splutter a little, but he doesn’t want to break you when you’ve just started playing.

 “Y’like that, huh, bitch?” he moans. “Y’like taking daddy’s cock?”

 In this space, in this world of just you and him, the words send a thrill right down to your toes. He frames your head with both hands, keeping you in place as he fucks your mouth. The back of your head bumps against the chair and your fingers flex against their bonds.

 Bo hisses through his teeth, gripping and releasing your hair as he thrusts. “Fuuuuuck, babe. You feel so goddamn good.”

 Reaching behind him, he forces his hand under the waistband of your jeans, two thick digits probing your slit, coming away wet.

 “Such an eager slut,” he grins, sucking your juices from his fingers with obscene pleasure. “You’re so wet for my cock in your little whore mouth.”

 You whimper around him, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, your tongue slick with precum. His rhythm is becoming more erratic, the dirty names coming thick and fast in the way they always do when he’s about to cum inside any of your holes. In these moments, he might call you a slut, a whore, a filthy bitch, but you’re his, goddamn it, and he’ll mark you as his territory a thousand times to let the whole world know it.

 You screw your eyes shut tight as he cums in the back of your throat, forcing his hips as far forward as possible to ensure you can’t spit any of it out. You’re gasping for air when he finally pulls away, mascara smudged under your eyes, your hair tangled from his grasping fingers.

 His eyes turn soft as he bends down to kiss you, fingers toying with the straps. “You want outta these?”

 You know the answer he wants to hear, and this time, you’re gonna give it to him. His grin turns wolfish as you shake your head.

 “That’s my girl.”      

Lester Sinclair

“No offense, sweetie,” you say as you pull away from Lester, “but you kinda stink.”

 He pulls a face and sniffs unceremoniously under his arms. “Ain’t no worse than Vinny.”

 Okay, not true – the worst Vincent smells like is an accident in a Yankee Candle shop. “Well, I don’t share a bed with Vincent. In the tub, mister.”

 Since you moved into the Sinclair family home, the extra efforts Lester had made during your courtships seemed to have slipped slightly. Not that you minded, really ��� you loved him anyway – but it was nice when he wasn’t sporting Eau de Man Smell.

 “Tell you what,” you purr, running your fingers down his shirt to rest over his belt buckle. “You hop in that tub, and I’ll do things that Vinny will hear from the House of Wax.”

 Like a racoon into a garbage can, Lester rips off his shirt and hops in the direction of the bathroom, one foot already tangled in the leg of his jeans. By the time he emerges, skin pink from the hot water, towel wrapped around his waist, you’re waiting on the bed. His dark eyes sweep over your body, naked and ready for him, and the bed practically bounces off the wall in his eagerness to reach you.

 “Lie on your back,” you instruct, pulling the towel apart to reveal his dripping cock. He watches you with thinly-veiled adoration as you start to lick the head, fingers squeezing and rubbing along the shaft.

 “Baby,” he strokes your hair and you raise your head to meet his gaze. “Turn ‘round.”

 A knowing grin on your face, you swivel to face his feet, giving him a front-row view of your soft, moist slit. His hands on your hips ease you backwards, far enough for his tongue to reach you, and you lean down to take his cock back into your mouth. At this angle, it slips easily to the back of your throat, just big enough to make you gag when you try and hold it there too long. You moan as his warm tongue licks at you, inside you, and the vibration of your voice sends a thrill running through his body. As you bob up and down, licking the head of his cock like a popsicle, he alternates between worshiping the folds of your pussy, and sucking on your clit. The sheer intensity of his administrations combined with the taste of him on your tongue has you almost whimpering with arousal. You take him in as far as you can and swallow around him, making his hips buck and drawing a choke from your throat.

 “Ah shit, baby, that’s feels so fucking good,” he moans, breath warm against your sex. You cum first. Lester feels the muscles inside you contracting again and again around his probing tongue, and soon after empties himself into your waiting mouth. Adjusting your position to right-side-up, you snuggle into his side, his arm holding you close, and breathe a contented sigh.

 Sure, it might be a little annoying having to remind him to bathe, but if this was the pay-off, it was fucking worth it.          

Michael Myers (warning: Michael likes it rough)      

As the door slams shut, every muscle in your body tenses in the fight-or-flight response you’ve grown to ignore when around your boyfriend. When he’s in a good or apathetic mood, you never hear him coming, but when his mood turns sour, the foundations of the house rattle.

 He’s dripping blood as he looms in the doorway, six-foot-eight of chest-heaving, seething anger. Usually an evening of mindless slaughter is enough to sate him in a dark mood, but when that fails, it comes down to you. You love him – you’ll always love him – but in these moments, you can’t deny the fear that spikes at the back of your neck.

 “Hey, babe,” you say, trying to keep your voice light. “You . . . welcome home.”

 You try not to wince as the bloodied knife in his hand sails through the air to land with a deadly *THUNK* in the wall behind you, dark crimson oozing down the wallpaper. You’ll have fun trying to explain that to the landlord.

 “Michael—”

 He crosses the room in three long strides, grabbing you by the elbow and yanking you to your feet.

 “Ow! Hey, what’re you—”

 Grabbing the back of your head in one enormous hand, he smothers your lips with his, forcing his tongue in deep in a kiss that tastes of blood, his teeth grinding cruelly against your mouth. It has the desired effect, stealing your voice as he drags you through to the bedroom and throws you down onto the bed. Still trying to catch your breath, you watch helplessly as Michael rips down the zip of his jumpsuit, pulling it down over his shoulders. His mask is thrown into a corner of the room, his long hair falling loose around his face. You catch a brief glimpse of his hard, muscular body, straining against the fabric of the black T-shirt he wears underneath, before he grabs a fistful of your hair and wrenches you onto your back, not hard enough to hurt, but enough for you to know you’re to Stay Put. Your head hangs over the side of the bed and, from your upside-down perspective, you can see him working his long, thick cock into hardness.

 Oh boy.

 You just have time to open your mouth before he’s pushing inside, sliding easily to the back of your throat and then still further. Since you got together, your deepthroating skills have had to evolve quickly. Fisting handfuls of the bedsheets, you catch the smallest of breaths before his pace quickens, fucking your throat as he would your pussy, drawing out those deep, wet choking noises from you that get him even harder. He rumbles deep in his chest, hands wrapped around your throat to keep you in place, thumbs pressing on the spot where he can feel his cockhead bulging against your skin. He pulls out for a moment to let you gasp and cough before plunging in again, one hand at your neck, the other roughly fondling your breasts. You clutch at his thick wrist like a lifeline, nails digging in. Your eyes are streaming, your throat already raw from such a brutal attack, and you know this is just the first of many assaults.

 Michael swears under his breath, voice low and animalistic, his body tensing like a marble statue as he cums directly down your throat, the taste barely touching your tongue.

Sinking to his knees beside the bed, you take a moment to catch your breath before rolling over and reaching out a tentative hand. His strong fingers grip yours – to stop you or feel your touch, you can’t tell – dark blond hair obscuring his face. Slowly, he draws your hand to his mouth, not to kiss, but to simply feel against his lips. It’s not always easy, having Michael Myers be the owner of your heart, but you’ve no desire to claim it back. Not when you know, in your soul, that you own his in return. He doesn’t push you away when you stroke his hair, even going so far as to move a little closer.  

 “It’s okay,” you say, your voice hoarse. “You’re home now.”  

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