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Tess's Treasures

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Pairing: Tess x Joel x OC!Female x Female!Reader Summary: After perfecting the art of pickpocketing, you’re invited to join Tess’s Treasures. They’re infamous around the QZ and the initiation process is not what you expect, but exactly what you need. CW: If you’re not into foursomes/bi girl shit then you are in the wrong place. MFFF, bisexual females, fingering, masturbating, oral, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink. Unprotected p in v. Overstim and squirting. Please read this at your discretion. If this isn’t for you, that’s perfectly fine. AN: You can thank @mermaidgirl30 and @littlevenicebitch69 for being good little girls and filling my mind with depraved and twisted thoughts. This fic has truly been a labour of love, taking me almost 6 weeks to put together and edit. I'm not the least bit sorry about the word count, grab a snack, probably some electrolytes and maybe some spare batteries lol. Special shoutouts to @pedritoferg for their kind words when my imposter syndrome had the best of me. As always, dividers and support banners by @saradika-graphics. Friendly reminder that I'm phasing out my tag list, follow @mountainsandmayhem-updates for new fics.

Word Count: 9005

Becoming one of Tess’s Treasures seemed like a fallacy, a pipe dream. A fairytale life only reserved for the most vicious females that prowl the shady streets of the Boston QZ, and you aren’t a killer. A thief, yes; but not a killer. Truthfully, you weren’t even sure if the organization existed. Sure, Tess was a real person, but did she actually have a horde of women she called her Treasures?

She was infamous in the seedy underbelly of Boston, her and her henchman Joel. Granted, no one ever seemed to see Joel, unless he was about to kill you. And sometimes not even then, he was often hiding in the shadows, shadows darker than the demons that allegedly haunted him.

Outbreak day happened when you were just little, you don’t remember much of the journey from your old hometown to Boston. Everyone here is poor, doing what they can to get credits to buy basic human needs; making trades and swaps were what most people did. You, however, were much more clever. After discovering a book detailing the art of sleight of hand you started practicing, and now you can take anything, right in front of someone's eyes, without them noticing.

Or so you thought. After stealing a pistol from a FEDRA officer and replacing it with a banana, all while having a conversation with him in broad daylight, Tess approaches you.

“Come to my apartment next week. I wanna see if you have what it takes. Mum’s the word.” It’s a hushed whisper as she passes you, slipping a small card in your back pocket as she goes.

You follow the cards' instructions, arriving at the exact time, going up to the top floor and then doing two quick, sharp knocks on the worn out door.

“Enter,” Tess says from inside. The door creaks on your way in. It’s the hottest day Boston has seen in years, and even in your small sundress, the room is stifling hot. The air is thick with the smell of gunpowder and something else that you can’t quite put your finger on. There’s a fan oscillating in the corner, the paint chipped off the cage that protects the blades. As it blows warm air past you, you realize that the other smell is sex.

Tess is sitting on the couch to the right of the door, two mismatched wooden kitchen chairs in front of her. Straight ahead from the door is a small kitchen, and to the back left of the studio style apartment is the bed. Unmade, sheets tousled like someone just woke up, but based on the heady taste of the air in the room, the messy sheets are definitely from two people rolling around in them.

“Come sit,” Tess says firmly. You click the door shut behind you and head to the empty chair that’s waiting for you. The other chair is occupied by a small brunette woman. She has long slender limbs and doesn’t look like someone who would hang out with raiders, poachers and drug runners. Her hands are folded in her lap, ankles crossed under the chair. She doesn’t look over at you.

Tess leans forward, spreading her denim clad legs wide and resting her elbows on her knees. “Do you two know who I am?”

You both nod slowly. Up close, Tess is terrifying. She could have you killed with just a snap of her fingers, and Joel would do it however she wanted. From what you’ve heard, very slowly was her favourite way to have people eliminated from this earth. Quick deaths weren’t something she enjoyed when someone had fucked her over.

“Speak!” she commands. The brunette jumps and even though you’ve mastered the art of pushing your fears down and masking your emotions, a small butterfly flaps its wings behind your navel.

“Yes,” you say hoarsely as a meek ‘yes ma’am’ sounds beside you.

“Good. So then you know the….perks of being one of my Treasures,” Tess’s eyes twinkle as she says perks like she knows something you don’t. Like it’s more than the better living arrangements, food and medical care. Better than a sense of family and belonging.

She continues, “I’ve seen both of you at work. You,” her steel grey eyes are laser focused on yours, “With your quick hands, and you,” she adjusts her attention to the petite woman beside you, “With your ability to talk a man into almost anything. Before you can officially call yourself my Treasures, there’s a small matter of your…” Her voice trails, mouth ticking up on one side as she cocks her head and drags her eyes across both of your bodies.

“Well, your initiation.” She leans back onto the couch, knees falling wider. One arm drapes across the back, the worn cushion deflating slightly. The other rests on her thick, toned thigh. “I take care of my girls, but they need to show me that they can listen.”

The air seems thicker, and harder to fill your lungs with. Every move of her eyes is suggestive. Is she saying what you think she’s saying? You feel yourself begin to soak through your panties at the possibility of getting to fuck.

You aren’t left wondering for long as she points a long finger at the girl beside you, “Stand up, take off your clothes.”

“W-what?” the girl sputters.

“I said to stand up and take off your fucking clothes,” the words almost seem to burn as she repeats herself.

The girl stands so quickly that the chair falls, making a loud crash against the worn hardwood flooring. She stares at Tess for a moment, unsure if she should pick up the chair before she decides against it and pulls her blue cotton baby tee off, revealing a lacy white bra underneath.

“That’s it,” Tess groans. “Take off those little shorts next.”

With shaky hands she moves to the button fly, each drag of the metal on denim seems to echo in the silent room. Tess licks her lips as she slides her shorts down her legs and kicks them to the side. “Come here,” Tess says, her voice already husky and deep. The woman walks over to Tess, stopping between her spread legs. Tess’s strong fingers grip the girl's hips and she gasps. “Turn around,” she urges, dragging her fingers along her hips as the mystery girl spins.

“What’s your name?” Tess asks. The girl's bright green eyes land on you and you see her breath hitch in her slender throat. She’s petite, probably a few inches shorter than you and at least a foot shorter than Tess. You’ve always been attracted to both men and women and there’s no denying that this little stranger is absolutely stunning.

“Lydia,” she croaks.

“Are you nervous, Lydia?” Tess asks, cupping the globes of her ass in her hands, kneading and squeezing. Spreading them gently, exploring what she’s about to claim as hers.

She nods her head and lets out a shaky moan of agreement.

“Go pick up your chair and sit down, Lydia.” Tess swats her bum as she walks away and Lydia yelps quietly.

Tess’s eyes now come to you. Staring straight into your soul. I’m sure if she could, her eyes would incinerate your clothes right off of you. It’s intoxicating. You, unlike Lydia, are not nervous. Not in the slightest. If anything, Tess’s attention on you only makes you wetter. Your panties are practically soaked through already. “And you, my little thief. What’s your name?”

You say your name confidently and squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease some of the ache that Tess’s newfound attention is bringing to the apex of your thighs.

Tess whispers your name back at you and it sends a shiver down your spine. She continues, “Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.”

Lydia swallows loudly beside you as you drop to the floor, crawling seductively to Tess, head held high. The worn hardwood planks creak under your weight. Even the floor is warm and sticky from the weather. You make it to her, sitting back on your heels like the good little girl you are. She leans forward and tugs on the hem of your dress and her syrupy voice says, “Arms up”. You lift your ass slightly and she slips your dress up and over your head. It was too hot for a bra today so you’re left in just a lacy pink thong.

“Mmmm, look at those pretty tits,” Tess hums, her fingers gliding along the plush soft skin of your breasts before ghosting over your nipples making the arm whoosh from your lungs. “You like that? Me touching your nipples.”

You breathe out a yes, eyes shutting as she pinches your pebbled buds roughly. “Oh god, yes.”

The old worn couch groans as Tess sits back, “Go take her bra and panties off.”

You climb to your feet and walk over to Lydia, holding out a hand and helping her stand. You move behind her and trail your fingers down the soft skin of her spinal column before popping the clasp of her bra. Lydia slides it off her body, arms crossing to block her now exposed breasts. Goosebumps rise across her from head to toe. You shush her and rub up and down her arms. Lydia relaxes under your touch and she drops her arms, Tess nods at you once, a silent encouragement to continue. You get down on your knees, hooking your index fingers in the waistband of her panties and sliding them down. Her round ass is in your face, she smells like fresh linen and rain. You fight the urge to kiss the sensitive little spot right where her ass crack starts.

“So fucking beautiful. Sit back down, Lydia.” Tess says and you want to cry out in protest. Her body is so enticing, soft and warm. She focuses back on you and says, “Stand in front of Lydia so she can take your panties off.”

You stand gracefully, biting your bottom lip as you maneuver yourself in front of Lydia. “Spread your legs,” you whisper, determined to help her so you can put on the best show for Tess. Lydia parts her knees and you twirl to face Tess, gathering your hair in one hand as Lydia slides your soaked panties down your legs. You kick them to the side and seductively drop your hair, smiling sweetly at Tess.

“Sit,” Tess barks. Lydia gasps behind you, but you like this; being told what to do. Commanded. Used. Tess continues after you sit, “I want you both to touch yourselves. Show me how you like it, but don’t come. You haven’t earned that yet. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” Lydia says, looking down at her hands. You nod eagerly, already sliding your ass to the edge of the chair and spreading your legs wide for her. Tess stares at your glistening core hungrily, leaning forward again to rest her muscular forearms on her knees. Her hair falls forward and frames her face. Her expression is hard, like you don’t want to disobey her in these moments. Brows are slightly knit together, lips in a thin line. She looks beautiful and dangerous, but as you bring your pointer and ring fingers to your entrance she softens a little, cocking her head to the side slightly.

Lydia keeps her legs closed, slipping a finger down her slit and rubbing slowly from side to side. She whimpers silently beside you, glancing at you nervously. Your fingers easily slip inside of your soft, dripping hole.

Tess’s eyes dance between the two of you. “Two very different girls,” she says to the room, neither of you stopping what you’re doing, both determined to become a part of her Treasures. “One of you seems shy, but I can work with that. Help you get out of your shell. And then there’s you,” her focus locks on you as she gets up with a grunt and saunters over to you. “You are a little whore, aren’t you? So eager to please.”

You feel yourself getting wetter at her attention and mean words. She pets your head lightly a few times, laughing quietly at how you lean into her touch, your eyes fluttering closed. Just as your lashes hit your cheeks she grabs a handful, pulls hard and gets within inches of your face. “You’re going to be a problem, aren’t ya?”

“No,” you gasp, your orgasm right on the precipice, so you slow your motions. “I’ll be good, Tess.”

“Did I say you could slow down?”

“I - I’m gonna come,” you whine.

“No, you’re not. You just told me you’d be good. And good girls don’t come until they’re told.” She releases your hair and you suck in a breath. Tess’s presence is palpable, she seems to take up all the space and air in the apartment by just being here. “Do NOT come, that’s an order.”

Just as the last sentence leaves her mouth the door opens and the apartment gets smaller, like your whole existence is being put in a vacuum sealer. The deep chuckle that comes from whoever just entered makes your scalp prickle, but you keep your focus on Tess.

“What’re we doin’ here, Tess?” The voice is deep, with a slight southern accent highlighting an occasional word. It can only belong to one man, the only man allowed near Tess’s Treasures. Joel Miller. He’s feared and revered in the Boston QZ. Runs the drug trade that keeps both FEDRA and the seedy underbelly running. You’ve never seen him before, but you’ve heard stories.

“Recruits,” Tess says, walking over to Lydia, crouching in front of her. “This one is shy. The other one - well, I might need your help with her.”

Your clit feels like it’s zapped with electricity at her threatening promises and you moan loudly, pausing your fingers that have been plunging in and out of you as per Tess’s requests. “See,” she says flatly, hands massaging Lydia’s plush tanned thighs.

You hear Joel’s heavy footsteps as he walks towards you, you can feel his heat and smell the tobacco coming off his skin. When he steps into your line of vision everything blurs. He’s beautiful and dangerous, but overall he’s the most incredible specimen you’ve ever seen. Your brain seems to go blank, like a hard reset, until all you see and smell and care about is Joel. You keep your eyes locked on his face, his brows crease, lips pressed tightly together. He plants his hands on his hips as his coffee and whiskey eyes slowly trail down your body. When he gets to your soaked and swollen pussy he licks his lips. “You gonna let her come?” He asks Tess but doesn’t take his eyes off you.

The fog clouding your brain clears and you glance towards Lydia and Tess. She has her legs spread and Tess is smiling encouragingly up at her, hand on top of hers, teaching her where to touch.

“She can come when she’s earned it. Lydia’s earned it though. Haven’t you?” She nods at Lydia as she squirms in the wooden kitchen chair. “That’s it, show us.”

Lydia speeds the up and down motion of her hand sloppily, you can hear the wetness as her movements become more erratic. Joel’s eyes haven’t left you, still watching you fuck your fingers in and out of yourself, almost mesmerized by you.

“Tess,” Lydia murmurs.

“Go ahead, baby. Come for me. Let me see that pretty little pussy twitch.”

Lydia’s body starts to shake as she cries out, her hand slowing as she whines and moans, “Oh god. Oh god. Yesyesyes.”

You peel your eyes away from her and squeeze every muscle in your body as tightly as you can, holding on, not letting yourself come. Looking at Joel makes it nearly impossible not to tip over that very tantalizing edge, so you clamp your eyes shut. “Tess,” Joel says, his voice a baritone whisper. “You’re torturing this one, look at her.”

He’s right, she is torturing you; but, what Joel doesn’t know is that you love it. You love being denied just as much as you love being used. You love being pinned down or tied up. You love having your throat or pussy or ass fucked in any and all positions known to humankind. The world is a dark and horrible shit show, but sex? Ya, sex makes you feel alive.

“Torturing her would be not letting her touch herself at all. She should be thanking me.” Tess turns her attention back to Lydia, helping her stand up and pulling her to the couch. “You did such a good job for me. You looked stunning as you fell apart.”

You open your eyes at the movement of them. They stop and stand facing each other in front of the couch as Tess removes her shirt, her breasts are small and perky with light pink nipples. Joel looks away from you, staring appreciatively at the woman he’s sworn to protect. She pops the button on her jeans. “Take them off her, Lydia. Tess shouldn’t have to work this hard,” Joel commands.

You whimper at the timbre of Joel's voice when he’s giving instructions and his eyes whip back to you. “You like that, don’t you? Being told what to do.”

“Yes, oh god, please can I come Tess,” you cry, eyes still locked with Joels.

“Lydia is going to lick my pussy, Joel is going to move out of the way so I can see you, and when I say you can come I want you to be loud. I want to hear those slutty little moans. Got it?”

Joel doesn’t hesitate, stepping behind your chair. He must be leaning over you because you swear you can feel his breath on the shell of your ear. Tess sits on the couch and tugs at Lydia’s wrist gently, encouraging her to kneel in front of her. “Come on,” she whispers and then places her finger at the top of her pussy. “Just lick and kiss right here. You can do it.”

Lydia moves slowly, giving you a knowing glance over her shoulder as she gets into Tess’s desired position. You suddenly realize that she’s more clever than you initially thought. She’s not shy, she knows exactly what she’s doing. Tess likes to lead, so she acted like she needed the guidance. And now she’s come and you haven’t. Tess’s head falls back, jaw going slack as Lydia tastes her.

“Does that turn you on?” Joel whispers, his warm breath hitting your neck. “Seeing Tess being eaten out. She deserves that every day, you know. She’s gonna take such good care of you, so you better care for her.”

“I will,” you mumble. “I’ll do whatever she needs. Whenever. Fuuuuck.”

“Look how wet you’re getting, I don’t think you can hold it for much longer.” He’s taunting you now. “Little thing loves to come, doesn’t she?”

“No, Tess gets to - oh god - she says when,” you’re squeezing as tight as you can, holding back the orgasm that’s right there, like a seesaw teetering, so close to tipping to the other side and slamming through you.

Lydia slurps at Tess, you can hear her sucking at her clit as Tess moans and tangles her fingers into Lydia’s hair. “Yes, that’s it. Fuck, right there.”

You let out a breathy whine and Tess’s eyes come to you. “Ssshh, not yet. Oh shit, Lydia. So good.”

Joel laughs into your ear. “Just come, what’s the worst she’s going to do? Spank you? Let me fuck your throat? I bet you like being punished.”

You shake your head, trying to block out all the lewd mental images he’s creating. “No, Joel.” you huff, refocusing on holding it in, thinking of all the unsexy thoughts you can as you watch Tess, waiting for your time.

Tess’s legs begin to shake, “get ready, baby. We are going to come together.”

Your wrist begins to ache, it feels like you’ve been fucking yourself for hours. “I need to, please. You look so - “

She cuts you off, “Joel, take over for her. I’m gonna come.”

Joel practically leaps in front of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling your drenched fingers out while slipping his two thick fingers into your mouth. You bob up and down on his fingers still looking at Tess. Her eyes are glazed over, and a bead of sweat slides down the line of her toned stomach and lands in her belly button.

“Now, Joel,” she whines and Joel wastes no time slamming his fingers inside of you. You cry out at the stretch, pleasure mixing with pain before he pumps his fingers forward. “Come right now,” Tess says.

You look down at Joel, his thumb coming to caress your swollen bundle of nerves and you cry out, the room filled with your loud moans just like she wants. You hear both her and Joel encouraging you. Joel’s Texas twang washing over you, “that’s it, fuckin clenchin. Fuck you’re so tight.”

Joel is relentless, curling and dragging his fingers in and out of you as you writhe in your chair. “Tess, oh god, yes.”

Joel's other hand slaps the inside of your thigh, “LOUDER!” he demands.

You squeal at the hot pain that splashes along your thigh, “hhnnngg, thank you. Fuck.” Your pleasurable moans turn into whines of pain as the overstimulation starts to seep in. You try to pull back and bring your knees together and Joel lets out a growl. He looks up at you dangerously and your stomach clenches. This is the wild, animalistic Joel Miller that everyone fears.

You start to panic, he’s not stopping and you don’t know if you can take much more. You’re so wrapped in his onyx gaze and a mix of fear and arousal that you don’t notice Tess behind Joel until she speaks. Her voice is soft yet firm as she cards her fingers through his greying curls, “Joel, that’s enough.”

He blinks hard, seemingly coming out of some sort of trance, and then slips his fingers from you, strings of milky arousal coating his fingers. “Good boy,” she whispers. “Help her up, but you don’t get to touch either of them until I say so.”

He nods and then stands, helping you up. Lydia is lounging lazily on the couch, her face still glistening with Tess’s juices. Your knees shake underneath you and Joel wraps an arm around your waist. You’ve had plenty of orgasms in your life, but never one that deep and strong. Your pussy is aching and you just want to sleep.

Tess sits on the chair that Lydia was on and spreads her legs slightly. “Lydia,” she crooks her fingers at her, calling her over. “Turn around, pretty girl. Straddle my thigh.”

Lydia follows Tess’s instructions, that fake nervous pout of her lips on display for Joel. Clever, very clever, you think through heavy eyelids.

“Joel, help her on the other thigh and bring that chair.” Joel guides and steadies you as you sit on Tess’s thigh, then places the extra chair in front of the three of you. “Use the chair for balance,” Tess instructs, her hand running up and down your spine gently.

You both lean forward, your sweaty palms slipping slightly against the wooden chair. You both gasp quietly as your swollen clits press into her muscular thigh, as she caresses your backs and hips. Joel sits on the couch across from you, one arm draped across the back and his legs spread. He watches you intently, eyes blown out and curls sticking to his forehead. It’s not lost on you that he hasn’t focused much attention on the other girl. You look over at Lydia and she’s smiling flirtatiously at you. Your faces are just inches apart and she nudges at your nose with hers.

“Ladies,” Tess starts, “this is the part where you show Joel what you can do. He’s going to kill people for you, and when he does, you need to repay him.”

You graze your lips against Lydias, her skin tastes like peaches and Tess’s cunt.

“Pretend my thigh is Joel's cock, show him how you’ll ride him.”

You flick your attention back to Joel, and his expression shifts from hard to a tortured need. You rake your eyes down his strong chest, still concealed by that fucking denim button up that you want to rip off with your teeth. He’s dangerous and could easily snap your neck with two fingers, but fuck, if that doesn’t make you want him more. Lydia presses her lips to your throat and you start to grind back and forth on Tess’s thigh.

You continue to take in Joel’s body, stopping when you get to his lap. Your eyes widen at the distinct outline of his hard cock pressing behind the zipper of his jeans. Your bottom lip slips between your teeth as you lock eyes with him again. His coffee coloured irises are almost onyx as he shifts in his seat. He wants you - just as much as you want him, and you just hope that you can break him enough so Tess lets him have you.

Tess’s strong hand travels up the smooth skin of your back, tangling her hands in the hair at the nape of your neck. “Tell Joel how good it feels, baby. Lydia, keep kissing her.”

Lydia’s lips suck at your skin. “Mmm, fuck Joel. Feels s’good. Wish it was your big cock filling me up, sliding in and out of my tight, wet pussy.” Tess tugs at your hair to open your neck more for Lydia and you yelp.

“Keep talking, baby girl,” Joel says, his hand moving to palm himself over his jeans. “Tell me what you want.”

You grind harder into Tess’s thigh, between the sting in your scalp from her hand, Lydia’s soft lips on your neck, and Joel’s intense stare, it almost becomes hard to breathe. Every bit of their attention is on you.

“I-I want you to, mmmm, to pin me down,” you take in a shaky breath, never taking your eyes off him. “To f-fuck me…from behind. Want you to f-fill, oh god, fill me.”

Joel pops the button of his jeans, reaching down his pants to grip himself through his tight grey boxers. You continue breathily, “Wanna feel you spank me. Slam inside of me. Dominate me.”

“Good girl,” Tess says, releasing her grip on your hair and pulling Lydia off your neck, before pressing in between your shoulder blades until you’re flush with her thigh. You crane your neck to keep your eyes on Joel, looking at him through the wooden slats of the back of the chair in front of you. “Your turn, Lydia. Tell Joel what you want.”

She clears her throat before beginning, “If he killed for me, I wouldn’t make him do any work. I’d lay him down, lick and kiss every inch of him before sliding him in my mouth. Taking him deep, cradling his balls with my hand. I’d swallow every drop.”

Joel lets out a noncommittal grunt, almost like a secret language between him and Tess. Joel leans forward and removes his denim button up and t-shirt in one swoop. His tanned and toned chest makes your mouth water. His chiselled pecs and soft belly have trimmed salt and pepper hair dusted across them, he toes off his shoes and then lifts his hip, sliding his jeans down his legs. His skin glistens with sweat and you want to lick it all off of him, drink up his salt and musk, his innate Joel-ness.

“Come here, Joel.” She says.

“Sit up,” she says softly to you. Joel stalks forward like he’s about to claim what’s his and your pussy clenches around nothing in hopes that it’s you.

“Ride my thighs, girls. Whoever cums first, Joel gets to fuck.” You spit into your hand and reach between your legs, gently spreading your lips and coating yourself in saliva.

A deep, “holy fuck” leaves Joel's lips at the sight of you. Yes, he definitely wants you just as much as you want him. You move your hands from the chair to Tess’s knee and grind your hips in small, slow circles. Your arms push your tits together for Joel. Beside you, Lydia stops moving. She sits as still as a statue, looking over her shoulder seductively at Tess. A loud slap fills the room, followed by a lust filled moan that you didn't think Lydia was capable of.

“Tess,” she says, all airy and breathy. Her tone feels sweet on your skin. “I don’t like sleeping with men.”

You keep grinding, your focus on Joel. He’s so close that you could reach out and grab one of his muscular forearms. You’re going to fuck him. You want to fuck him. Any way he wants. Any hole he wants. None of it matters, you just want to feel him, smell him, taste him.

Tess lets out an impressed sigh. “You’re even more amazing than I thought, Lydia. Had me telling you how to lick a pussy, how to touch yourself. But you already know. Don’t you?” She slaps Lydia’s ass again and the loud noise even has you clenching. Fuck, you want Joel to spank you. Or Tess. Even Lydia at this point.

It’s wrong. And taboo. But who can say what’s right or wrong in this new world anymore?

“You are going to have to do things for Joel, little temptress. It’s part of the deal.” You see Tess’s hands come to Lydia’s hips, encouraging her to grind at the same pace you’ve set. “So ride me. Let me feel that slick little pussy, let me feel it quiver on my thigh.”

Things are quiet for a moment, just the squelching sounds of both your cunts gliding along her smooth thigh. You lean into Lydia, desperate for more. More what, you aren’t sure. Just more.

She responds to your touch, her nose brushing your cheek before you turn into her and kiss her deeply. Slanting your head to taste her tongue against yours. She’s sweet, like strawberry jam. Lips so soft they almost don’t feel real. Her teeth clamp onto your bottom lip and you cry out. The perfect amount of pain to increase the pleasure between your legs. When she lets go you’re panting.

“She’s close, Tess,” Joel murmurs like he knows your body so well, but he’s not wrong. He continues speaking casually to Tess as if you aren’t in the same room. “Do I really get to fuck her if she cums first?”

You grind down harder, kissing Lydia again. You love them talking about you as if you aren’t here. Making the decisions for you.

“As soon as she cums, you take her to the bed.” Tess’s strong hand lays a sharp slap on the meaty globe of your ass and you crumble.

“YES!” You scream, convulsing as the pleasure courses through you. You look up at Joel through your lashes, jaw slack, voice weak and desperate. “Joel. Please. Please.”

He drops his boxers and his thick cock spring free. Slapping against his belly. The tip is smooth and leaking, he’s bigger than you thought and somehow your throat dries out as your cheeks fill with saliva. As you come down from your second orgasm you realize that you can do this. You are going to do whatever Tess says and become one of her Treasures.

“Think you can take him?” Tess hums as Lydia falls apart beside you, moaning sweetly. Tess adds, “Good girl, Lydia. So perfect when you cum.”

You decide to take a page out of Lydia's book and act innocent. “N-no,” you stammer. “It’s…I don’t…it’s too big.”

Joel snorts, “You’re not a very good liar my little slut.”

Before you can respond he’s lifted you up and over his broad shoulder. His skin is warm against your belly. You giggle mischievously as his hands dig into the plush skin on the back of your thighs. He can so easily overpower you, so easily destroy you - mentally and physically. And you’d let him, and to make it worse, you’d thank him afterwards and probably ask him to do it again.

He drops you on the bed. “Don’t move.”

You nod and swallow the dry lump in your throat. You definitely want this, even if you shouldn’t. Even if that logical voice inside your head is screaming at you to put up the wall, block him out like you do with everyone else. But the infinitesimal hint of softness in his face that can only be seen by the two of you keeps you sucked in. He won’t hurt you, no. Something in his eyes gives him away, he wants to please you with those hands that have brought pain and torture to so many others.

He walks back over to Tess and Lydia who are completely entranced with one another. Lydia is now sitting fully in Tess’s lap. Her back pressed to Tess’s front, both her legs draped over Tess’s as she pressed kisses along the tops of one of her shoulders and rubs her fingers gently from her pussy up to Lydia’s. Joel kneels in front of them, both of their legs spread, wet pussy’s glistening and on display for him. The sight of Joel Miller on his knees does something unexplainable to you. He’s so goddamn delicious.

He looks over at you again, that softness still coaxing you deeper into his web, tangling around you, claiming you. His large hands cup Tess’s inner thighs and then he dives into both their pussy’s. Jealousy swirls in your stomach as he draws a sloppy wet line from Tess’s entrance to her clit, then up to Lydia in the same manner.

“Oh, fuck Joel,” Tess cries as Lydia whimpers.

“Too much, baby?” he says gruffly to Lydia who nods before burying her face into the crook of Tess’s neck. “Little more, m’kay?”

He licks at them again, Tess’s moan ending as Lydia’s starts. Joel doesn’t stop. He uses long languid and lazy strokes of his tongue as he eats at both of them.

“J-Jo - fuuuck Joel!” Tess murmurs, her head falling back and mouth falling open in a silent scream. She wraps her arms tightly around Lydia as her legs start to tremble. Joel’s deltoids and biceps flex as he pushes to keep her thighs apart.

“Fuck, Tess.” Lydia purrs, “You look so goddamn hot when you cum. Suck on her clit, Joel. Make our girl squeal.” You can hear him slurp her swollen and twitching nub into his mouth. As it slips along his soft and puffy lips her pained sounding moans start to become mumbles of pleasure. Joel works her through her orgasm, not stopping until he knows she's good and sated.

Lydia reaches back, twisting to kiss Tess deeply and then whispers into her lips. Whatever she says gets Joel's attention and he releases her clit with a pop before looking up at the two women. You haven’t moved from where Joel left you, as fun as being a brat is, he could probably dish out a punishment so intense that even you would break and use whatever safe word he gave you. Lydia whispers more, Joel smirks at whatever she’s saying and then the three of them all slowly turn to look over at you.

Fuck

Joel stands, his hands coming to the outsides of Tess’s knees and guiding her as she closes her legs, then he gives a hand to Lydia to help her stand before repeating the same with Tess. He stands tall and broad, completely naked and fully erect between these two powerhouse women, linking his fingers with Tess and smiling over at her. She gives him a little nod and your stomach flips as your pussy clenches.

This is it, you think.

“Little slut,” he says deeply, “‘M’gonna fuck you now, while they hold you down. Understood?”

You try to say yes, but just air seems to leave your lungs. Tess and Lydia climb along each side of you, hooking their arm under your leg and pulling back to open you for Joel. Your arms are trapped under their bodies as they lay beside you. You’re pinned and exposed; fully at Joel, Tess and Lydia’s mercy.

The bed dips as Joel settles between your thighs, his large body looms over you, resting himself on one forearm beside your head, his other hand wrapped around his cock, running it up and down your folds.

“So wet for me. So soft,” he presses the fat tip of his cock at your entrance and you gasp. “Shit! S’tight too, baby girl.”

Tess and Lydia nuzzle into you, lightly dragging their noses along your neck and jawline. “J-Joel, fuck me. Pleaseplease. Fuck me”

Joel presses his hips forwards, and the thick, smooth mushroom head of his cock pushes at your weeping cunt again. “Look at me, little slut,” he rasps. You don’t hesitate, look at him with big innocent eyes, biting your lower lip. He spits into his palm and then coats his throbbing dick with it, fisting himself up and down. He raises an eyebrow at you cockily, “Say it again.”

“Fuck me, fuck me, please!”

Without warning Joel slams into you, stretching you painfully and your body jolts. You try to slam your knees together but the naked women on each side of you keep you spread open widely for Joel. “Shit baby,” he says through gritted teeth as his body folds over yours, his hands caging all three of you in. Tess nips at your neck, while Lydia sucks at your earlobe after whispering, “Relax, little slut, we all got you.”

Your lungs slowly come back to you. You take a deep, full breath in, and it feels like you haven’t taken a proper breath since seeing Joel for the first time. As you exhale you’re completely surrounded by Joel Miller. His large body is all you can see and feel. Meanwhile, all you can taste and smell is his tobacco scent and the salt of the sweat that coats his tanned skin. You’re addicted, you want to be able to inject him right into your veins. Your pussy relaxes around him and the pain ebbs into pleasure, and you need more.

“More, please more,” you murmur into his neck.

“There she is,” Tess whispers in your ear and you whimper.

“Say it again,” Joel commands.

“Fuck me, Joel,” you cry. “Please, fuck me. Make me your little slut for real.”

Lydia giggles seductively in your ear, pulling you into her tighter.

“Open her all the way for me,” he says to the other two. “S’too tight for me.”

He sits himself up and your knees are pulled open and back. Joel keeps his eyes locked on yours as he tilts his chin a bit and splits on your already soaked pussy. His veiny hands come to the back of your thighs, squeezing and massaging at your sensitive skin.

“Think I should fuck her, Lydia?” He starts, and soon they’re talking about you again as if you aren’t even there, the slick walls of your cunt fluttering as they speak.

“She's been good, hasn’t she?” Lydia says in a syrupy aroused tone.

“No she hasn’t,” Tess says between kisses along your jawline. “She’s a thief. She’s a bad girl.”

Joel slaps the inside of one of your thighs, with just enough of a flick in his wrist that it immediately sends a zap of pleasure toward your clit. Lydia feels you relax more into her grips, “She likes it when you hit her, Joel”.

“Of course she does,” Tess moans. “She’s a little slut.” She hits the t at the end of the word hard and Joel slaps you again. Right in the same spot, precision that you’ve never known before from a man who kills without being seen.

“Should feel how tight she is, maybe she had us fooled,” Joel says, eyes shifting between the two women, wholly avoiding your gaze. You’re so desperate for his attention, and the humiliation of him not returning it arouses you so much more than it should.

“What’d’ya mean, baby boy?” Tess asks, her warm breath hitting your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“Like a virgin, squeezin’ me like a vice.”

“She’s shakin,” Lydia adds. “Poor girl.”

“You two don’t stop kissing her while I do this,” they both nod and he flips his attention back to you. “I wanna hear you screamin’. Got it, little slut?”

You shudder under his intense stare. “Yes, yes, Joel. Please, just fuck me. Pleeease!”

He pulls halfway out and then slams back in, his heavy balls slap at your taint and asshole, your needy high pitched moans filling the room. Your whole body constricts around Joel and as it relaxes it feels like heaven. No one has made your body feel like this. “That feel good?” Joel says tauntingly, his hands gripping into the back of your thighs.

“Please - fuck, yes. More,” you mumble, almost incoherently.

“Show our girl, Joel. Show her what he can have once she’s my Treasure.” Tess commands.

What’s that saying, ‘You say jump, I say how high’? Well, when Tess says jump, Joel is already mid jump, doing it exactly how Tess wants it. He’s already dragging his cock out slowly, all the way to the tip, before slamming fast and hard back into you.

“Harder,” Tess growls, biting your neck as Joel repeats the motion. Lydia squirms against you, her soft warm skin slipping along the thin sparkling layer of sweat that coats your body. “Look at her. Pliant, soft. Letting Joel do whatever he wants.”

“That’s cuz she’s a good girl,” Lydia moans, kissing the sensitive skin under your earlobe.

Joel brings one of his hands to cup your chin, his thumb running around your bottom lip softly. “Gotta relax for me, little slut.”

You take a breath and as you exhale you can feel the grip your pussy has on his thick cock loosen. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

“Good job, baby girl,” Tess whispers, kissing at your throat again.

“Fuck her now, Joel.” Lydia says, “We got her.”

Joel sets a quick pace, slamming in and out of you. His name and a string of swears leaving your lips with every thrust, just the screams of your pleasure and the squelching of your pussy filling the room. Tess and Lydia whisper praises as Joel is possessed by your cunt. Pounding and pounding into you without pause. Over and over, he’s relentless. A man possessed. You can’t help but wonder if he’s like this with all other women or if this is just for you. His hand falls from your chin, landing beside Tess’s head on the mattress, the other still gripped to your thigh. His short nails dig into your skin, leaving you marked with signs of him.

“That’s it,” Lydia hums. “Taking it like such a good girl.”

Tess’s teeth lightly scrape at your jawline. “Come on, baby. I wanna see you come again.”

“So fuckin’ pretty when you come,” Joel says each word at the end of his harsh thrusts. His voice is gravelly and deep. Seeping under your skin and into your DNA, the very fabric of your being. You belong to him, no questions asked.

“M-more. I - more - please.” You aren’t sure what you mean by more, but Joel seems to know your body better than you as he sits himself back up and brings his thumb to your clit, teasing it gently and you writhe under him. It’s almost too much but you need it, and even more, you need Joel not to stop.

He hammers into you again, slower this time, but still with an intense flick of his hips at the end. The leaking tip of his cock pressing against the perfect spongy part behind your clit.

“Can see you in her stomach, Cowboy.” Tess moans. Both the women feather long, lingering kisses along your neck. The juxtaposition of their soft actions and the bruising dance of Joel’s hip is just as confusing as it is arousing.

“Rub her clit a little harder, Joel. I think she’s getting close.” You clench around him at Lydia’s words and cry out loudly.

He swirls his thumb easily along your lubricated clit, the mixture of both of your arousals and his spit making it slippery. “Ohgod, hnnnnggg, J-Joel pleasepleaseplease.”

“Sssshhh, baby,” he soothes, pausing with his hips pushed flush to your ass. “Gotta relax, remember?”

You whimper in agreement, nodding your head as you try to slow your breathing and your heart rate. “There she goes,” Joel moans as your pussy walls flutter and then relax.

He starts to fuck you slowly, circling your swollen velvety nub with the rough pad of his thumb. His other hand leaves your thigh, massaging your breast, pinching at the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight. Gonna fill you one day.”

“Today, please!” you protest through a salacious moan.

“Tell her,” he says to the women holding you in their arms, speeding up the circles of his thumb.

“Lydia,” Tess whispers, like it’s a secret just for the three of you, “Tell her your plan.”

You’re lost in a daze as Lydia says your name into your skin. When you don’t respond she nips gently at you and says, “Baby? You with me?”

“Y-yes. Fuuuuuuck,” you say wantonly.

“Joel is gonna make you cum, then pull out and cum all over our faces. After, we are going to lick it all off each other.” She says it with a hint of mischief and lust in her voice.

The three of them praise and encourage you as Joel keeps fucking you and rubbing your clit at the same time. You have no idea how long you’ve been in this apartment, how long you’ve been floating on a vibrating fluffy cloud of pleasure and craving. Whispers of “Good girl”, “so pretty”, and “fuck listen to how wet you are” travel through you.

The electric currents of pleasure that sizzle along your skin all come to the base of your spine. Pressure building, so very close to exploding around all of you. “Come on, little slut. Let go for me.”

Lydia and Tess say ‘Come on’ and ‘relax into it’ at the same time.

“Shit, J-Joel,” you whimper. A tear runs down your cheek.

“I know, I’m here,” he says, voice slightly softer than earlier. “I know.”

The pressure becomes unbearable and then everything snaps. Your pussy flutters as the pleasure starts to consume every single inch of your being. Your vision blurs, every muscle going lax as you twitch unconsciously underneath him.

“Good girl. Yes, that’s my good little slutty girl,” he growls. Your orgasm continues to tear through you, ripping you in half and you know when you come down only Joel will be able to stitch you back up again.

Joel presses his large palm to your mound, and just as you feel yourself start to come down you’re on the precipice of another orgasm. “Got another one for me, baby?”

“Yesyesyes - yeeesss,” you’ve forgotten words, you’re just a bundle of pleasure. No muscles or bones or thoughts of your own. Just a pliant body, that’s fully under the control of Joel Miller.

Your second orgasm hits you hard, tearing anything you had left in half. “She’s gonna squirt,” Joel mumbles.

“Just let it go,” Lydia whispers, suckling on your earlobe.

You push into the feeling, letting it overtake you as liquid gushes from your cunt, coating Joel's pelvis and pooling on the bed below you. It splashes as Joel keeps up his pace. You scream out in pleasure. Lydia and Tess talking you through it quietly, “Good girl. Stay relaxed for me,” Tess says as Lydia adds, “Let it take you, we’re right here.”

The pleasure starts to ebb, it’s becoming too much as Tess whispers, “Breathe, baby girl. Just breathe.”

“Can’t, Tess.” you whimper, turning your face towards her. “Please,” you plead. If you learned anything from earlier, it’s that only Tess can make him stop.

“Ok, baby, you’re ok,” she hums. She looks up at Joel above all of you and drops her voice, “That’s enough now, Joel.”

Joel pulls away from your clit and you sigh in relief, both his hands coming to your breasts, squeezing them roughly as his thrusts become sloppy. “Get ready,” he huffs through gritted teeth. Both Tess and Lydia scoot up so their faces are pressed against yours.

Joel slips out of you with a lewd pop and practically bends you in half to get over your faces. “Open your mouths and look at me,” he commands. The three of you obey, anything for the man who is going to kill for you or defend you to the very end if need be.

His hand is tight around his cock, pumping himself quickly, the cords of muscle and veins along his forearm start to pop. His balls are full and heavy, tight against his body as he edges closer to his release. You stare at him, soaking in how wrecked he looks as he gets closer. His brows pinch together, onyx and whiskey flecked eyes looking only at you before his face goes lax and he lets out a deep, loud moan. Warm ropes of opaque white cum paint your faces.

As soon as he’s done he pulls away, Tess and Lydia letting go of your legs as the three of you kiss and lick at each other's sticky faces. Joel tastes better than you could have imagined, a heady mix of saltiness that leaves you insatiable for more.

Joel sits back on his heels watching the three of you slurp him up. He has a proud smirk on his face and when your eyes find his he winks at you before getting up and grabbing a towel off the top of the small dresser near the bed. Tess says something hushed to Lydia as you and Joel look at one another. Lydia pressed a kiss to your cheek before getting off the bed and following Tess into another room, the unmistakable sound of the shower alerting you to where they’ve gone.

Joel climbs beside you, looking down at you hesitantly. “You ok?” he whispers.

“Ya,” you sign sleepily. “I’m ok, Joel.”

He brings the towel to your thighs, soaking up your arousal. “I didn’t hurt ya?”

The towel ghosts along your swollen folds and you gasp, turning your head into Joel’s strong upper body. “I know, sorry.” He hisses, hating that he’s causing you discomfort. “But I gotta clean you up.”

He dabs gently with the soft towel causing an aftershock that shakes through your body and you feel yourself squirt again. Not nearly as much this time but a euphoric moan leaves your lips. Joel tucks the towel between your legs and guides your face up to meet his. His brown eyes burn themselves into your soul, “do you need more, baby? Just tell me.”

“It’s sensitive,” you whine.

He lifts an eyebrow slightly, “does it hurt?”

You stick your bottom lip out and nod sadly.

“Need me to kiss it?” he asks gently, his hooked nose rubbing against yours.

You look at him hesitantly. Of course, you want Joel’s plush lips on your pussy, but a flap of a butterfly wing could probably cause you to implode at this point.

“You can say another time,” he whispers, lips hovering over yours. He doesn’t know where this side of him has come from. Joel Miller is a simple man. Murder who Tess says, fuck any one of her Treasures that offer to get the adrenaline out afterwards, then leave them in their apartment pumped full of his cum. He usually can’t wait to rush back to his apartment to take a shower and shoot back a mix of whiskey and sleeping pills. But with you, he feels the need to care for you afterwards, and he has a strong feeling that you’re going to be a very large distraction in his life from now on.

I’m fucked, he thinks to himself.

You lean forward to sponge your lips against his. He kisses you sweetly, pulling you in tighter as you hum contently into his lips.

“I don’t think I can tonight,” you say softly after breaking the kiss.

“That’s ok, little slut.” He rolls onto his back, pulling you with him so you’re resting on top of him. Legs straddling his hips and your head resting on his chest. You shiver against him, tucking your arms into your body. His hands scramble for the blanket, wrapping it around the two of you, kissing the top of your head. “Tomorrow, after Tess officially makes you her Treasure, that will be your gift from me.”

You nod into his chest, he smells like gunpowder, fresh sawdust and sweat as your eyelids become heavy and the world seems to slip away. You have trouble sleeping normally, I mean who wouldn’t in this fucked up new world you’re all in, but with Joel, it happens almost too easily. Sleep just takes you to a deep and uninterrupted place for who knows how long. But when you wake you’re in a large grey t-shirt in a small bedroom, not the same one you fell asleep in. You hear the peaceful and melodic breathing of someone beside you. You move slowly, peeling open your eyes to see Joel sleeping beside you. The moonlight dances softly along his face, grey hairs glinting in the light. He looks so peaceful, nothing like the man that was crazed by your pussy early. He’s still visibly dangerous, but fuck is he beautiful.

I’m fucked, you think to yourself.

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rreids · 16 hours

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hi! i'm not sure if ur taking fic request atm, but if ever u r, can i ask for a fic where f!reader also works for the bau, she is hotch's daughter, and she is dating spencer reid? 🥹 thank uuuuu

TELL ME • S. REID X READER

fem reader; reader is jack's older sister (age gap unspecified but assumed around spencer's age, hotch had her young or adopted); hotch is reader's father; established relationship; mentions of child abduction (unspecific, part of a case); bau reader; spencer is clingy; ~800 words

Working for your dad could be complicated.

Your emotions couldn’t ever fully be separated from the work, and he was known to get over protective and lose subjectiveness when you were in danger, or when he felt you were being mistreated. He’d always been protective of you and Jack — though, and, to be fair, you were protective of Jack, too. Like most were of their younger brother.

And you also got frustrated or worried about him easily. It was only natural, the way you both acted, despite your professionalism.

But most difficult was your current situation — you were dating a coworker (on your own team, no less), and were trying to figure out how to fill out the fraternization papers without your dad tearing Spencer apart limb by limb for dating his little girl.

“I don’t see why we can’t turn it in today,” Spencer speaks from where his chin rests on your shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around your waist as he hugs you. You hum and continue rolling his omelet. “He’ll find out one way or another,”

“Baby,” you start, interrupted by the toast popping up with a ding. “I think he’s going to kill you if he finds out through official channels and not a ‘meet my dad’ dinner.”

“But I’ve met him,” Spencer's voice is whiny and you’re so endeared by him you can’t help but to smile. “He’s my boss. And my friend.”

“Yeah, and he’s my dad before that. Trust me. We need to tell him as my father before he finds out as Supervisory Special Agent and Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner,”

Spencer sighs. You know he wants it turned in so there’s no potential push back from Quantico if he’s caught stealing a kiss (as has almost happened many times now, like the time he’d kissed you by the coffee in LAPD’s station and had to pretend he stumbled into you while grabbing something and that his face was only red from embarrassment — which it was, but not for the reason he told the chief), and so he can cuddle you on the plane, or have casual intimacy in down time, or a kiss for good luck before raids and arrests.

He’s fond of having his hands on you, soaking in your presence like a plant in the sun. This is proven to you even more as he refuses to let go of you while you plate breakfast, nuzzling closer to you as you struggle with the plates.

“A little help, Spence, please,” you jerk your head towards the coffee mugs. He heaves a long and suffering sigh before releasing you and grabbing them, placing them on the table. “Thank you, my love,”

He stares at you quietly. “Kiss?”

You beam at him and kiss him sweetly before sitting down. He kisses the top of your head before settling in his chair.

“Thank you for cooking,”

“You know I love doing it, Spence,”

“And I will always thank you! I don’t want to ever stop being grateful for all you do.”

You smile fondly and take a sip of your coffee. The two of you fall into comfortable silence until a phone rings — the tone set for a call from work. You sigh and pick it up, since Spencer was in the middle of a bite of his omelet.

“Hello?”

There’s a pause on the other end. “__? Why are you answering Spencer’s phone?”

Your dad. “Um,” you swallow. “We went to this event together yesterday and the weather was too bad for him to go home so he stayed at mine?” Your voice pitches up, and you know it’s a terrible lie. The weather was great. And you’re not a very good liar, especially not when it was to him. “What’s going on?”

He sighs, long and suffering. “We’ve got a case, a child abduction. We’re in the first two hours. Get over here as soon as possible with a go bag.” A beat. “And don’t lie to me. When were you planning on telling me?”

“Soon. Over dinner.” Your face falls and Spencer looks at you, wide-eyed. “Spencer wanted to just fill out the paperwork but I thought you’d want to be told like any dad…”

He hums. “You’re right. You still owe me that dinner, but, right now, a little boy needs our help. Get here. Quickly.”

The call ends.

“Honey?” Spencer asks softly, holding your hand.

You shake your head, clearing it. “We have a child abduction. Go get our stuff ready while I clean?” He nods, and as he’s getting to the bedroom you call and say “we’re still doing dinner with my dad! But he does know.”

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OP Men and Their Kids

Note: Hey, this is something I wrote randomly one day instead of paper I needed to work on. :) Don't worry, the paper was finished and turned in. I will also fully admit I have baby fever at this point in my life, I just gotta get a man lol. These are just some headcanon blurbs about a couple OP men and their kids, how many they'd have, the genders, that's all! Hope you like it!

Ace has a daughter, then another three years later. He's happy with just those two, he's a great girl dad and his oldest keeps his last name even if she gets married; he cries when his babies get married. If you can convince him to have one more, it'd be a third girl, you wouldn't even complain about it. Ace would cry again, holding her after she's born and happily introducing her to her big sisters. He sees himself, Sabo, and Luffy in the dynamics between his daughters. Your youngest daughter might be a crybaby, but she's the more adventurous of the three and her sisters are her biggest protectors. You're all his girls and Ace couldn't be happier.

Law has a son first, then five or six years later a daughter, both fully planned and prepared for. Then surprise, there's another little boy two years after your daughter, totally unplanned but welcomed all the same. All three are beyond loved, the daughter is definitely named Cora. Your daughter might be a little bit spoiled, but Law tries to even it out amongst the three, that pirate captain side of him coming out as he tries to make sure they're all even. On nights when the five of you settle in your living room, Law still can't believe how lucky and blessed he is to have such a loving family again.

Penguin has two daughters within four years of each other! Girl dad all the way, until the third child comes along and it's a boy, a total surprise, he'd fully expect another little girl. He finds it even more fun to have all three of them, the girls are protective of their baby brother, it almost reminds him of he and Shachi with Law when they were still teens. It's even more apparent how your children parallel that relationship, when your youngest daughter, at six years old, brings your two year old son to you when he's crying from a nightmare, you're both able to comfort and quell his tears. Penguin feels lucky to have all of you, and wants nothing more than for you to all be safe and happy.

Sanji! Has a son AND daughter first, a cute little set of twins! He dotes on them and gives them all the attention they need. Eventually another little girl comes along, then one more boy a couple years after her. Sanji loves them all, but his girls do get just a tad more attention at times, especially once they realize that giving him puppy dog eyes net them whatever they want. Your youngest son attaches to him like glue, wanting to be with Sanji all the time, and he can see the similarities in how alike the two are, minus the abuse of course, and it makes him want to protect your youngest son from the world at times.

Zoro has a son, one that isn't planned at all. He hadn't even expected to have kids until this little baby boy that looks just like him comes along. After that, he expects that to be it. No more kids, just the one, just your son, until not even three years later you're pregnant again, with a little girl that's just as unplanned. Everyone is shocked, but when she's born, Zoro is instantly wrapped around her tiny finger and she's spoiled rotten by him. Your kids are both loved beyond belief though, both learning how to use a sword as soon as they're big enough to do so. Zoro is the one to convince you to have one more when your daughter is about five, and its a set of twin boys that make you swear off more kids in the end. They also start learning to use the sword one day, your third child falling into the three sword style that just inflates Zoro's pride even more. And yes, his daughter would be named Kuina.

Note 2: I would absolutely marry Zoro and have his babies in a heartbeat. I'm sorry Penguin, I still love you.

Note 3: If you saw this briefly yesterday, no you didn't shut up 😆

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iheartcurlyfries · 2 days

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cause baby, you get me so...

dom!mascellie x sub!femreader

|| authors note: this is the first story I've ever actually felt proud enough to post || also sorry if it's iffy! I'm still new to writing but I've been taking awhile observing my favorite fic writers and have learned a few things so.. enjoy!! :) || (I made this because of shy smith's new song.) ||

|| CW: smut with a lot of plot, mdni, wlw, friends with benefits, ellie loves tits, LITTLE use of 'y/n', fingering, use of swear words, praising, ellie is soft, barely experienced reader, ellie shows reader true pleasure, and light masturbation. ||

you and ellie had been friends since almost forever, you've always been inseparable. and when you both grew older your innocent mind turned into something you never expected, you saw ellie in a different light and seemingly grew a liking to her. she's always protected you from everything and always treated you better than any other girl in jackson (which made you admire her even more), it was almost like she had a sweet spot for you, which you never understood why she did.

ellie was very proudly out, she loved having people know she was gay, she had multiple girlfriends but everything seemed to end up in the same way, ellie gets bored and she breaks up with them. and then there was you, a girl who was scared to come out, you had always pretended to like guys and even dated a few, but no one ever caught your eye as much as your bestfriend did. something about her made you tingle inside, you'd get the butterflies in your stomach even by just thinking about her, but you knew you'd never be able to tell her.

after every stressful day, you'd lay down in your bed, your gaze would shift from the wall to the window, trying to poke at every detail to entertain you. you'd shift and turn, trying to get comfortable, groaning when you couldn't find something to distract yourself with. you'd pick up your phone, scrolling through your messages, trying to find someone to talk to for entertainment.

and that's when it hit you, you saw ellie in your messages, the thought of her instantly creeping into your mind. a small smile formed with a curve on your lips, you'd sigh as you thought about her, putting your phone down as you stared at the ceiling. her being in your thoughts made your thighs rub together, you gently bit down on your bottom lip, picking at it with your teeth.

you couldn't lie to yourself, you always fantasized about ellie, thinking about all the things you'd let her do for to you. you always imagined her in between your legs, you'd yank at her hair as whimpers would escape your lips in a muffled tone. she'd always take it slow with you, making sure you'd adjust to her, she'd never wanna hurt you. she'd slide a finger into you, gently pumping it in and out of you as she swirled her tongue around your bud, making sure to be as gentle as possible. you'd whine and run your fingers through her hair, the sight of her fucking you always made you just wanna cum

you always gave in to your thoughts, everytime they got to intense, you'd gently swirl two fingers over your clit, biting down on your lip to hold back a hoarse whine, your thighs would press together when you got close, you were so very sensitive, a few flicks to your bud and you were done. you'd be a whimpering mess, making sure her name was the only word in your vocabulary in those moments. and when you were done you'd lie there, thinking as if she was the one pleasuring you. but you'd always think to yourself how much more you'd feel better if it was her and not you.

whenever you and ellie would hangout she'd throw flirty comments at you, being oblivious you never knew what she meant by the flirts, always thinking she was just being friendly. you never knew how she felt about you, you could've never imagined the fantasies she'd have, she always saw you as a pretty and delicate thing, like a porcelain doll. she always imagined how good it would feel to be the one to show you a real experience, something that your hand couldn't give you, something that only hers could.

you sighed, leaning back on ellie's couch as you watched her play a game, call of duty. you stared at the screen, smiling when she won and got all excited, you thought she was cute when the game fed her ego, and you rooted for her, giving out gentle and sweet praise to her. 'you're doing great- els.' you cooed as she got another kill. your gaze turned to her hands, she gripped the controller tightly as her fingers pressed the buttons at a quicker pace. you admired how patient she was with this game, how quick she would adjust after getting a kill, it was something you always admired about her.

'thank you ma' she'd say, smiling at you. "ma" was always a nickname she used for you, you liked it of course, it was special, something only she called you.

you'd giggle when she would call you that, a peachy tint covering your cheeks as you looked back up at the screen. "I don't understand how you're so good at this game." you'd tease, you were never really a big fan of video games, it was never something you were good at. but you enjoyed watching her play, you didn't know if it was just her being the one playing or if you actually enjoyed the game, but nonetheless you always found yourself loving watching her play.

'I'll teach you how to play one day, you'll be a natural I bet." she muttered, her eyes never leaving the screen. you looked over at you again, admiring her concentration on the game. "you got this 'els, you got this." you'd praise, the tone of your voice dripping with sweetness.

after your praise she got her last kill, winning the game before celebrating, a big 'ol grin always on her face when she'd win. she leaned back, man-spreading as she put the controller down on the couch, taking a deep breath as she looked over at you.

'do you wanna try, mama?' she asked, handing you the controller with a serious face, a smirk slightly creeping onto it.

"ellie no-" you obliged, 'I'd be humbled instantly.' I said with a nice little chuckle, pushing the controller back to ellie.

'no c'mon ma, I'll show you..' she said, her tone gentle. 'c'mere.' she whispered with a smile, patting her lap. you blushed, and you felt your eyes lightly widened, "okay.." you said with a soft smile, you sat up, crawling over to ellie. she grabbed your hips and sat you onto her lap, lightly rubbing her hands up your sides.

she handed you the controller, guiding you through the loading screen. she leaned over and whispered into your ear- 'this is the shooter..' she began explaining the "simple" instructions, you could barely focus, just the sound of her whispering in your ear and the feeling of her hands on your sides were enough to get you going. 'okay...' you mumbled, your voice lightly cracking. as you loaded in she moved her hands to yours, guiding yours on the controller, helping you get a few kills as she whispered a few praises in your ear. 'you're doing so well mama, look at you go..' she'd say, you'd bite your lip, rubbing your thighs gently together. you felt it, the same feeling, the feeling of being soaked.

after she helped you win the round she smiled, praising you more as she leaned back, her hands creeping back to your hips, rubbing them with her thumb. 'see? you're a natural.' she grinned, running her fingers over your hips, she pulled you back lightly. 'I love how easy you are to teach mama.' she whispered, her tone soft as she tried to get you to turn to face her. you smiled and turned around, facing her as you sat on her lap. 'I still hated it, it was stressing me out..' you giggled, putting a piece of hair behind your ear.

'that's okay, you don't have to play again.' ellie said, her hands now running down your thighs. 'but you did so good ma..'

god her voice.. you thought, everything she was doing made you feel amazing, the way she praised you and the way she stared at you. but oh the way she touched your thighs made you feel the best, it almost felt like she was just teasing you so she could get a reaction. but you didn't care, you got pleasure out of her touch.

you smiled at her, not saying anything as you just admired her, everything from her freckles to the details of her scars on her face. she looked up at you, her gaze softened slightly as she stared at you. 'do you know how beautiful you are, y/n?' ellie said as she lifted a piece of your hair out of your face, moving it gently as you let out a sigh. 'that's sweet, els..' you smiled, licking your lips slowly as you took a deep breath in.

'are you just gonna stare at me forever?' ellie muttered with a teasing tone, it snapped you out of your day dreaming. she giggled before putting a hand on your chin, gently pulling you in. you gasped slightly as she captured your lips in a kiss, she pulled her hand away from your chin, both hands on your hips as her gripped tightened.

you whimpered softly against her lips as her grip tightened on your hips, you put your hands on the side of her face, deepening the kiss more as the butterflies grew in your stomach.

as she kissed you she pulled her hands away from your hips, she guided them to your button up, gently unbutton-ing the buttons slowly, making sure to take her time. she pulled back for a second to slip the shirt off of your shoulders, you helped her, all with a smile on your face. you couldn't believe what was happening.

she smiled back at you, she guided a hand up to your chin again, lifting your jaw up before leaning in to kiss down your neck. she made her way to your collarbone, leaving behind pinky love marks. you let out a delicate moan as she kissed your collarbone, sucking another hickey onto it. 'wear these with pride, ma, they add to your beauty.' she whispered, her tone had a hint of playfulness as she pulled back.

'may i?' she asked, grabbing the hem of your skirt as she waited for your confirmation. 'yes, you're aloud anything..' you reassured her, you smiled as you adjusted yourself on her lap, helping her slide your skirt down your thighs.

as she got the skirt off of you she put it over on the other side of the couch where your shirt was. she turned back to you and leaned in for another kiss, taking everything slow with you. after a good minute she unlatched her lips again, she looked up at you as she made her way to the back of your bra, gently and slowly un-clipping it and guiding it off your chest. she smiled as she saw your perky breasts. 'mm so beautiful mama..' she whispered, gently putting her hands on them, fondling them. she took one finger and gently pinched at your nipple, making you let out a whimper in response. 'so responsive..' she praised, running her thumb over your nipple.

you let a few more whimpers slip as she played with your boobs, her fingers glided over your nipples before she leaned in and took one in her mouth, lightly sucking. 'mm that feels s'good els..' you'd whine, sliding a hand into her hair and gently playing with it.

with a pop she pulled away from your breast, smiling up at you as she kissed up your chest to your neck again, putting a hand on the other side of your neck. you lifted your head up, giving ellie more room as she claimed your neck, as she got closer to your ear she leaned in and whispered. 'mama, m'gonna fuck you..' her tone was smooth and it made your ears tingle, your breath hitched slightly while letting out a soft sigh. she giggled before kissing your neck again, as she was kissing up and down your neck, only leaving more hickeys she slid a hand down your thigh. you let out a gasp as you felt a hand rub at your clit, she rubbed in a harsh way as the wet spot on your panties only grew.

you let out a needy whine, gently spreading your legs more. you slid your hand back into ellie's hair once more, giving it a light tug. 'mmpph..' you moaned, slowly bucking your hips into ellie's hand. you honestly couldn't believe it, one of your fantasies actually coming true, the way she touched you so skillfully through your panties was just oh so fucking good, the way it was just as you imagined, gentle yet quick.

your thighs lightly shook as your head tilted back. she pulled away from your neck, leaning back on the couch with a lustful expression. 'gotta give you something real, princess.' she uttered as she pulled her hand back, guiding them to the hem of your underwear before slowing pulling it down your legs. you lifted yourself up slightly, helping her take them off.

she threw them to where your other clothes were with a grin, looking up at you. 'you're so beautiful..' she cooed, she leaned back again and ran a hand down your thigh. she took her ring and middle finger and gently slid them up and down your delicate folds. her touch making you squirm. she pulled her fingers back and put them in her mouth, tasting your slick, she moaned before pulling her fingers out, making sure they were really wet and ready for your cunt.

she pulled you by your hips, guiding you closer before slowly rubbing your nub with her thumb, 'you ready?' she whispered, looking up at you.

"as ready as I'll ever be..' you giggled, she smiled softly before slowly spreading your folds with her other hands, then slowly sliding the tip of her fingers into your entrance in a teasing way. you whimpered softly before she slid her full fingers into your tight sopping hole. this simple action made you moan, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip, your gummy walls lightly clenched around her fingers. she admired how your cunt swallowed them instantly, after a second she slowly pumped her fingers in and out at a weak pace, but the way they hit your sweet spot every thrust made it feel better than she thought it would.

you were messy as hell, she pumped her fingers into you, slightly increasing her pace as she whispered sweet praises into your ear. telling you how much of a good girl you were being and how well u were taking her. It made you melt, not only her voice but her touch too, you felt a pressure build up in your stomach, something you never truly felt before, and it made you glad ellie was the first person helping you feel that way.

'c'mon baby, you got this..' she'd whisper as she picked up her pace, her fingers pumping in and out of you at a more quickened rate, your walls gently pulsed at the speed changed but you adjusted quickly, gently moaning into ellie's ear as you rested your head onto her shoulder. 'm'gonna cum els, i can feel it..' you got a sentence choked out, it wasn't a cohesive one but it was good enough for these circumstances. she smiled at your words, only picking up her pace more as she rubbed her other hand up your thigh.

you couldn't help it, you lifted your head up and tilted it back with a moan, the way she was fingering you made you feel so fucking amazing. 'mmghh-- ellie..' you whined, you felt it coming, the pressure getting too good.. your eyes rolled back as your walls started to pulse, you felt it, coming down from your high as you let yourself come undone onto ellie's fingers. ellie was delighted, whispering more praise into your ear as she slowed down her pumping, after a few seconds she gently pulled her fingers out of you, licking them clean before she rubbed her hands up your thighs again, you laid your head back on her shoulder, panting heavily.

'good girl, ma, I knew you could do it..'

A/N: ahhh this is so bad but I love it so much!! writing makes me so happy and I hope this fanfiction made you happy too <3

#Spotify #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #smut #the last of us

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jflemings · 3 days

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— nightmares

pairing: jessie fleming x reader, jessie fleming x child {piper’s world}

synopsis: piper has a nightmare and calls out for jessie

warnings: mentions of nightmares, crying

a/n: combined 2 anons for this! i’m also trying new things w my fics to match my current theme hehe

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jessie wakes up in the middle of the night shivering. she rolls over and realises you’ve managed to steal her side of the blanket, rolling her eyes as she pulls the cocoon you’ve made for yourself apart. she doesn’t know what time it is and can’t be bothered to check once she buries herself back underneath the warm covers that smell like you.

she pulls them up over her nose and then blindly searches for you in the dark, putting her arm around your waist and burying her face in the dip where your neck curves into your back. the sound of your heartbeat and breathing is enough to almost lull her to sleep until she hears a small voice calling out her name.

“jessie” it’s kind of quiet and a little distant so she thinks she’s dreaming and ignores it until she hears it again, louder and more distressed this time.

the canadian lifts her head off the pillow to make sure she’s not just hearing things, her whole body going rigid next to you.

“jessie” the little voice calls out again, just as loud as before but more drawn out and desperate.

jessie recognises piper’s voice and tosses the covers off herself, making sure not to wake you as she slides out of bed and tip toes down the hall.

warm, muted light slightly flickers and dims from inside piper’s room as she approaches. she pushes open the cracked door to see a very distressed looking little girl sitting up in bed and clinging to her ninja turtle donatello plush toy.

“pip? what are you doing up” she whispers, quietly stepping into the room and pushing the door slightly closed behind her

piper sniffles and reaches her arms up to signal she wants to be held. jessie obliges and cradles her protectively as piper folds into herself on the footballer’s chest. she continues to sniffle as jessie begins to rock her ever so slightly in hopes of putting her back to sleep. she’s a little stunned in her half-awake state, not knowing exactly what do to. it’s the first time piper has actively sought jessie out for comfort without a single mention of you.

usually when piper awakes though the night she comes into your bedroom and wiggles her way in between you and jessie. other times she’s stood at your side of the bed and stared at you until you woke up in fright before climbing over you and tucking herself in. a few times she’s had to tug on jessie’s arm to be put in the big bed because you sleep like a rock, but there’s never been anything like this.

“had a bad dream” piper whispers into the dark, the only light coming from a string of star lights that are quickly dying. jessie makes a mental note to put new batteries in them tomorrow. “was really scary. you were playing foo’ball then a big monster with red eyes started chasing you but you didn’t see him and he swallowed you up!” she continues on, shifting slightly in jessie’s hold before sniffling again. “no one else see him! i tried to get mummy but couldn’ find her. no one to help”

jessie hums and sits down on piper’s bed as she begins to rub circles with her thumb on her back “it wasn’t real pip, i’m right here” she assures “why didn’t you come get me or mummy?”

“saw the monster’s eyes an’ thought he was going to get me”

“what do you mean?” jessie asks puzzled.

piper pulls herself off jessie’s chest, keeping one of her hands bunched in her hoodie as she turns and points out her door “there” she says before turning back to face jessie “he’s out there”

piper’s bottom lip quivers and tears begin to run down her chubby cheeks. jess wipes her tears with one hand whilst the other holds the girl tighter “sweetheart there’s no monster i promise”

“b-but his eyes!”

jessie’s brows furrow. she wants nothing more than to go out into the living room and show piper that there’s no monster that’s going to gobble her up, but she knows that she needs to get piper back to sleep. instead, she lays down on the single bed and keeps piper cradled to her chest before pulling the covers up over the two of them. realistically she shouldn’t be sleeping in a child’s bed the night before a game at the risk of waking up sore, but jessie has a feeling that if she attempts to take piper out of her room it’s only going to stress her out more.

she lays the two of them under the canopy hung a over piper’s bed “the monster…” piper trails off

“we’re safe i promise” jessie whispers.

the little girls hand lets go of jessie’s jumper and lays flat over her heart, her little fingers spread out and tapping aimlessly “he won’t eat you?”

“he’s not gonna eat me”

seemingly satisfied with the answer she gets, piper goes boneless on top of the midfielder. her arms are tucked underneath her and her legs slightly fall around jessie’s waist, her donatello still held tightly in one hand. she nestles her head in the crook of jessie’s neck and soaks in her still sleep warm skin, the slight smell on you that somehow permanently lingers on jessie only providing more comfort to the three year old.

the feel of jessie’s chest rising and falling slowly puts her to sleep, the feel of the footballer’s body under her bringing her peace.

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when you awake the next morning it’s to cold sheets and a blaring alarm. you expect jessie to be curled up against your back like she is most mornings but all you’re left with is an empty bed. you roll over to turn off your first alarm and realise the apartment is silent. no shower running, no tv going, no coffee machine being used. just you.

what’s even more puzzling is the fact that you also can’t hear piper. if jessie wakes up first piper isn’t far behind, the pair of them usually up talking or giggling loud enough for you to hear it through your closed bedroom door. you swing your legs over the side of the bed and put your slippers on before making your way out to the kitchen and living room.

jessie’s spare pair of running shoes are still on the shoe rack by the door so you know she’s not gone for a run and her keys are still sitting on the counter along with her wallet.

furrowing your brows, you turn back and go towards piper’s room. pushing the door open slightly you’re met with piper laying on jessie’s chest, the two of them tucked under the covers snugly as they continue to sleep peacefully.

you lean on the door frame and take in the scene in front of you. jessie’s got an arm raised above her head whilst the other is wrapped around piper over the covers, and your little girl is tucked into the crook of her neck. donatello has been discarded through the night and now finds himself next to jessie’s head on his shell with one leg poking your girlfriend in the cheek.

you smile and push yourself off the door frame before cracking piper’s door again and turning to head to the kitchen, preparing a coffee you know jessie’s gonna need from sleeping in that bed.

#pegs writes #pegs woso #jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #piper’s world

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k0juki · 15 hours

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You don't wanna dance?

vampire hunter!Lando Norris x vampire!fem!reader au!

Warnings: mentions of drugs and killing but it's just a mention!

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Also picture is not mine! Credit goes to the owner! Request are open!

More posts here! I'm gonna make it a little series.

Words: over 2k.

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For the last couple of centuries, I spent my importantly traveling and hiding from vampire hunters. They almost killed all mine kind and because of that, vampires have become mere legends and myths.

A lot of them died, but others learned how to survive. Most of young vampires stayed in groups with others, more older vampires. Who protect them.

And in the heart of the loud city, where cobblestone streets echoed with human laughter, stood a lone figure cloaked in shadows. It was Lando.

Lando is a renowned vampire hunter, prowling the night with purpose, his senses honed to detect even the faintest trace of the undead. He always knew what he had to do. What is his purpose in this world. And mostly, he knew where to look for his prey.

They always hide in places like this, with loud music and a lot of people that spend all their money on doubtful drugs that get them killed.

Places like night clubs and bars are no stranger to Lando, and if he wasn't tangled up in this kind of job, he would have joined everyone there and enjoyed his young life with pretty women and one night stands.

"It's always clubs, never the quiet, relaxing places." Lando sighed and stepped inside. Saint and Sinners, an amazing name for a club. The air was a lot heavier and smoke from cigarettes could be smelled. A perfect place for vampires.

Amidst the pulsating rhythm of the club, neon lights danced and shadows whispered secrets in dark corners, the vampires were here, he was sure of it. Lando stood like a solitary sentinel, his gaze sweeping the crowded dance floor with practiced vigilance.

He's from a family full of vampire hunters and as a seasoned vampire hunter, he was no stranger to the dark allure of the night, but this night would test his resolve in ways he could never have imagined.

Across the smoky haze of the dimly lit room, his eyes locked on one woman whose back was towards him. Her hair was moving around as she danced carelessly. But then it was like something had stopped her.

As she turned around and her eyes locked with his, it was like when time stops. Who is she? What a girl like her is doing here? Surely she wasn't here for some drugs, she isn't this type of girl. And when you live long enough, you start to recognise the same people in different bodies but with the same intrigues.

She knew who he was the moment she saw him, only a fool wouldn't know who he is, but she wanted to know what he was doing here. She decided to move towards him with an ethereal grace, her every step a was grace and allure that she knew that drew him in like a moth to flame.

That woman is Y/n, a vampire whose beauty defies description, her eyes like pools of liquid moonlight that held him captive with their magnetic gaze. Despite the danger she posed, Lando found himself unable to tear his gaze away, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of fear and fascination.

As the music pulsed through the air like a heartbeat, Lando felt the pull that drew him ever closer to her, like two stars destined to collide in the vast expanse of the night sky. With each passing moment, the distance between them narrowed until they stood mere inches apart, the air thick with anticipation.

"Who are you?" Lando's voice was barely a whisper, lost amidst the cacophony of the club around them.

Y/n's lips curled into a seductive smile, her voice a melody that sent shivers down his spine.

"I could ask you the same thing, handsome stranger." She replied, her tone playful yet tinged with a hint of danger. "But I think we both know the answer to that."

Lando felt a surge of heat rush through him at her proximity, his senses overwhelmed by the heady scent of her icy perfume and the electricity that crackled between them.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

Y/n's smile widened, her gaze never wavering from his. "What do you think I want?" she teased, her words laced with a hint of danger.

She stepped closer to him and said "Isn't it obvious? I wanna dance." She whispered in his left ear and wrapped her arms around his neck. Inhaling his scent that filled her lungs, she felt as he put his hands on her hips.

His cold rings burned against her soft, yet cold skin, but his hands were so much warmer. She knew that she will lose control, but he smelled so godamn good.

"Dance? Is that what you want?" He thought that was a strange request, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, you're at the night club and you don't want to dance?" She started to pull away, but he was quick to take her back in.

"No, no, I just…I don't know you, you know? How could I trust you?" He still wasn't sure if she was a vampire, but vampires are known for how they can manipulate you into things you would even dream about. And he felt like she could be one of them.

"Hmm…you're right, we don't know each other so well," she spoke "and you're right, you can't trust nobody" and completely pulled away from him and stepped back, so he couldn't grab her like last time.

"Maybe it's better if it's stay like that." She answered somehow coldly, she wanted to vanish into a crowd of dancing bodies when she felt his hand grasp her wrist.

Turning to look at him, she was about to say something, but he beamed her with "I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry." He felt the cold skin in his hand and decided if his theory of her being that mystical creature was true.

Y/n wasn't stupid. She knew he was a very dangerous man and that she shouldn't be playing around with him, but because she knew who he really was, she thought it could be fun to mess with him a little and play along with her being just a tipsy little girl that has a little drunk crush on him.

"It's alright. Let's just dance, yeah?" She asked and he just nodded with a smile on his face. She tugged him more into the dance floor and gosh, he was beautiful, with his green eyes that had sparks in them, his curly hair that was so soft to touch and with that gorgeous smile, he was just amazing.

"So" She started, breaking their silence.

"So?"

"So, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" Curious little thing she is. Always needs to know all the answers. And you know what they say, curiosity killed a cat. But, well, she was already dead, so she couldn't care less though.

"I could have asked you the same thing?" He wasn't going to tell her that he's here because of her kind. That he's going to kill her if she is something that he thinks she is, no, he knows it.

"Yeah, but I asked first."

"I'm looking for someone." He stated after a few seconds. His green eyes looked around the club and then back to her.

"For who?"

"I don't know yet," he started "but I think it could be you." He wasn't so smooth about it at all and took her back in his hold.

She knew what he meant by it and he knew it was her that he was looking for, but she just smiled at him and pulled him closer by the collar of his white shirt that had a few open buttons down.

"Yeah? And how do you know it's me you are looking for?" She chuckled, maybe because she knew he couldn't do anything to hurt her. There was too many people and other vampires that were watching them in dark corners and if he even tried something, she could end him by just snapping fingers. That's how powerful she really is.

He didn't say anything, he just looked at her and as they danced together in the dimly lit room, Lando found himself drawn deeper into this woman's web of temptation, his every instinct screaming at him to flee, even as his heart urged him to stay.

"You know I can't stay here" he whispered, "stay here with you." His voice barely audible above the din of the club. It was something about her that just took him in and he knew he had to leave or else things could get bad.

Y/n's eyes softened, a flicker of vulnerability passing across her features, strange. "I know," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the moment while it lasts."

He was mesmerized by her. She wasn't just an ordinary vampire, no, he was pretty sure that she is one of the vampires that lives so long because they live in clans, with other, more older and wiser vampires.

This could be his chance.

His chance to get closer to her and her vampire family. To kill them. To kill all the remaining vampires like he promised to do, because that's his job. His purpose.

But each of them, was playing their own dangerous game.

"I'm Lando, by the way." He introduced himself with his British accent. "Lando Norris."

As Lando extended his hand towards her, Y/n's eyes sparkled with mischief, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She knew the game he was playing.

"It's nice to meet you Lando," she answered "but unfortunately for you, I already know your name." Her smile was getting bigger and that sweet playfulness was now becoming a little less and less funny.

That made him stop. She knew him? How does she know him? They had never met before, did they? Confusion could be seen on his pretty face and she loved every second of it. She lives for it.

"You really think I'm this stupid?" She said as laughter left her mouth. The music swelled around them and Lando leaned in closer to that pale woman, his voice a low murmur against her ear.

"How? How do you know my name then?"

"I had hanky-panky with your father too," she pointed out back in his left ear, "and with your grandfather as well and so on...you are all very similar.”

Lando said nothing. He just stood there like a fool. Who was this woman? Was she really this old vampire that knew his family members better than he did himself?

"Your family is notorious for hunting my kind Lando. You really think I wouldn't know you? Or your family?" She teased, her voice a soft melody that sent shivers down his spine.

And he knew that he should be afraid. He was in the lair of vampires. He had every right to be afraid. But then again, he needed to know her. Her true identity and what she is capable of, if she is a threat.

"You won't tell me your name?"

"I don't know," she admitted, "I haven't decided." Y/n liked to play hard to get. It was in her nature.

“You want to know my name hunter?” she felt his hands tighten on her hips and how he started to rub his thumbs up and down.

“Yes, of course I do.” What was he doing? He should have left and not be asking for her name. And definitely not holding her close to him.

“It's Y/n”

It's Simple, but effective. He liked that name, he liked her. She had this something inside of her, that he hasn't seen in everyone else. Something special.

As the music continued to pulse through the club and the crowd swirled around them, Y/n suddenly pulled away from Lando's soft grasp, leaving him standing alone on the dance floor, bewildered and disoriented.

"Well...I guess i will see you around, Lando"

For a moment, Lando stood frozen in place, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched that strange vampire woman disappear into the sea of dancing bodies.

He felt a surge of panic rising within him, a sense of vulnerability he hadn't felt in years. "Wait!" he called out, his voice lost in the loud music of the club around him.

But she was gone, vanished into the dark club without a trace, leaving Lando to wonder if their encounter had been nothing more than a figment of his imagination. No, no, she was real. She has to be real, she knew his family, she knew him.

As he stood there, alone in the dimly lit club, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him from within. He had been so sure of himself, so confident in his abilities as a hunter, but now he felt lost and adrift in a world he no longer recognized.

With a heavy heart, Lando turned and made his way towards the exit, the sounds of the club fading into the background as he stepped out into the cool night air. He felt like he could finally breathe again.

As he disappeared into the darkness, he couldn't help but wonder, if he would ever see that woman again, or if she had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion in the night.

—

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 — 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃!

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 . navia caspar!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 . fem!reader , french nicknames , mon amour –> my love , chérie –> sweetheart , cringe , me being delulu and writing non realistic porn .

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 — a little sumn for @sea-lanterns because whenever i think of navia, i think of angey. that's not my neighbour au. human navia and monster navia monsterfucking . tentacles, monster cock tw .

"COME ON , IT'S ME! OPEN THE DOOR DARLING." a voice cried out from outside the door of the house you lived in with your wife. It eerily resembled her voice but it was just something. Something which told you—that is not your wife.

The voice cried out from outside the door of the house you shared with your wife. It sounded eerily like her, but deep down you knew it wasn't her. The plea tugged at your heartstrings, yet something in your gut told you to stay put. The resemblance was uncanny, but the essence was not quite right.

As the voice continued to call out, you couldn't shake off the overwhelming feeling that this was not your wife standing on the other side of the door.

"No! Chérie—do not open this door until I tell you to!" Ah. There it was—the comforting aura of your wife, and how she fretted over you. It was endearing to say the least, protective? Yes, but there was just something about it making you crave more... and more.

Even when the door broke down, your wife and... your wife? came rushing in, surprisingly it didn't feel frightening, even when the monster who imitated your wife look down upon you, shame coursed through your body, feeling your panties go wet with arousal.

The monster chuckled, and even with Navia's clear warnings– no, threats, it still snaked her hands towards your soft skin, a vast contrast to hers—warm and inviting. You made an effort to hide your heated face as your soaked panties came into view, a breathless gasp leaving your lips as she buried her nose in your clit, taking a long whiff.

"Nav–" you began, ashamed for lusting after a monster who mimiced your wife but she stopped you, her hands tight as they danced around your throat—making you feel even more of the prey of two hungry wolves, ready to devour you whole.

"Needy girl." She tuts, hands working her way to remove each of your clothing with precise ease, having done it, time and time again. "Did you miss me, pretty girl? Is that why.." she trails off, her fingers coating themselves in your essence before she brings it up to your face.

"My two special girls missed me, hm? Insatiable pet, you can't go two hours without being stuffed by the cock you love so much?"

Seeing the intimate display, the monster gets jealous, slithering over to the both of you with a dangerous pout on her face. Reluctantly, she asks for permission to touch the sacred vessel that is your body, sitting you up on the counter, inhaling your scent by kneeling infront of you.

Your thighs wrapped around her instinctively, trying to rut against her face, trying, so hard to get a fraction of the delicious friction against your clit. She tuts, both of them actually and she glares—it's mean and she's reeling over the power she holds over this tiny, horny, puppy girl.

Although they can feel their hearts skip a beat, watching you whine as you tried to hump her face, so desperately trying to chase the sweet epiphany of release, cooing over the frustrated tears. The monster, she cackled, long rods that oddly resembled tentacles flying out from her back to hold you down, still and pliant.

The suckers gripped your skin, leaving little marks, scattered over your skin. The navia from between your legs looks up at the wife with a pitiful attempt of doe eyes, begging to let her have a taste. Although, she doesn't wait for permission, moving...no tearing away your ruined underwear and buring her face in your cunt.

Her tongue flicks, and it's like you can't control the noises leaving your throat, but the monster just chuckles and shushes you, stroking your thighs and watching you closely, not even blinking. She's beautiful, her eyes are so blue.

Your back arches off the bed, the pleasure is mind numbing, but the way she's looking at you...like you're something she wants to take apart.

"What's wrong baby?" The monster coos, her lips and chin wet, glistening in the soft glow from the lamp on the nightstand. She runs her hands down your thighs, and her fingers are so thin and delicate. "You're shaking."

Navia? doesn't look up at you, her mouth too busy on your cunt, her nose occasionally nudging your clit. Your toes curl, and you can feel yourself about to cum, but she slows her pace, her eyes looking up at you.

She wants to hear you say it.

"Please!" You cry, your hands gripping the bed sheets.

She smiles, her head ducking back down and her tongue swirling around your clit. Your orgasm rocks through you, making you feel like your body is on fire. You feel her licking your thighs, cleaning up your release. She's humming, almost like she's singing to herself, and when she looks up, her face is wet, her chin dripping your essence.

"You're so tasty," she says. Her voice is soft, and she sits up and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your mouth, and you taste yourself. You can feel her fingers, cold and wet, sliding over your pussy and teasing your hole.

"Hey! It's my turn now!" Your wife growls out, pulling you to herself by your ankle, her glistening cock tapping on the lips of your quivering cunt, threatening to push in anytime.

You try to get out a word, but her cock pushes past your entrance, the thickness stretching you out. The captain moans, and it sounds like she's enjoying herself as well. Your wife starts a brutal pace, the wet sound of her fucking you fills the air. Her teeth bite at the flesh of your breasts, her hand reaching out to grip the other one and massage it, making you moan louder.

"Such a greedy cunt, baby." She grunts. You feel the bed dip on the other side, and the monster is laying there, her legs open and her cock throbbing and huge and... inhumane.

"Fuck me, please, more!" You beg, your head thrown back as her fingers work over your swollen clit. Your wife is still fucking you, the bed is shaking and squeaking from the force of her thrusts, and you don't think you can handle anymore.

Her cock feels so good though, the tip rubbing against your g-spot with every thrust.

"I want to make her cum again," the monster growls, deep and dangerous. Your wife's pace has slowed, and she's rubbing your clit with her fingers, the other hand pulling at the hair at the back of your neck, forcing you to watch your cunt swallow up her cock.

"Oh!" You gasp, and her fingers start rubbing harder.

"Look at me when you cum, baby." She commands, her hips grinding against you, her cock hitting a spot inside that makes you feel like you can't breath.

"Yes, yes, yes," the words are falling from your lips, and your legs start to shake, and your hands dig into the blankets. Your eyes lock onto her, and she's smirking at you, the hand on your clit never stopping, her other hand squeezing your clit.

"Cum for me."

Your second orgasm hits you, and your eyes flutter closed, but they snap back open, your mouth open, letting out a scream. Your body is spasming, your cunt squeezing around your wife's cock, making her throw her head back and groan.

She's still thrusting, her pace getting sloppy, making you whine as she empties herself into you, giving a few shallow thrusts which make you lose your mind..

You look over at the monster, her legs are spread, her own fingers working over her cock, her chest is rising and falling fast. She's growling and groaning, you know she's going to cum, and the thought of that makes your own body shudder.

You feel so out of it, like your head's so empty and fuzzy, you dont even register the monster, buring herself to the hilt in your cunt, only to roll your eyes back as she presses down upon the bulge her ribbed cock made in your tummy.

You had half a mind to protest, to scream, "I can't take anymore!" but the strech of her fat cock hurt oh so deliciously, especially when she held your legs up with up with one arm, showcasing your used pussy still dripping your wife's cum down your thighs. She forces your head down to look at the obscene sight of your cunt convulsing around her cock.

"Fuck!" You cry, her cock feels different. It's thicker, longer, the texture of it feels like it's got ridges, and the thought of her breeding you with a knot has your heart beating fast.

"Oh, yes." She grunts, the head of her cock pressing against your cervix, her knot slowly stretching you wide open. "That's it, baby, just relax, take it all."

"M-Mommy!" You sob, you feel like she's ripping you apart.

"Yes, yes, yes. So good, so tight." She grunts. The head of her cock finally breaches your cervix, and she's pushing her knot past your tight pussy. Your body is shaking, and you're babbling nonsense, drool falling down the side of your mouth, and you can feel her cock throbbing, ready to pump her cum deep in your womb.

You can feel her knot growing, keeping her locked inside you. She leans forward, and her lips are soft against yours. Her tongue licks the drool from the side of your mouth.

"Fuck, baby, I'm cumming!" She growls, her thrusts erratic and desperate, and you can feel her knot growing bigger. Your legs are shaking, and you're so full, the thought of her pumping her cum inside you has you moaning.

She presses a kiss to your lips, and you feel her body go rigid, her hips jerking as her cock pulsates and pumps her cum inside you.

You're moaning, her cum feels so hot inside, and you feel her hand rub your belly, and her kisses are soft and gentle. "I love you." You hum, and she pulls away. You don't see her smile fade away as your consciousness does.

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siren song

siren!sana minatozaki x reader

summary: dahyun gets your crew shipwrecked. jeongyeon says she's got it under control. you take a walk to clear your head—clearly not the best idea.

warnings: smut, blood, manipulation(?), 2yeon!, implied death(s) but the main one is up to interpretation, i know nothing about pirates nor sirens i'm making things up

notes: just wanted to write something based on the dive teasers and ended up making it way longer than my usual fics,, i also couldn't help but insert misamo in this. u guys know me and misamo...

also, dedicated to the lovely @royaltozaki <3

wc: 3.2k

"damn it!" you yell, kicking a rock in frustration. dahyun trails behind you as you pace around the beach, muttering constant apologies.

"captain—"

"enough! do you realize what you've done?" dahyun shrinks at your tone, nodding and looking even more guilty. "what if we're stranded here forever? you have no idea how hard it is to get rescued—hell, i don't think we have enough supplies to last us two mon—"

you had dahyun cornered against a tree. voice laced with venom, seeing pure red as the younger girl did her best to hold back tears.

your scolding was cut off by jeongyeon putting a hand on your shoulder. "y/n." she says, her tone not exactly harsh, but very far from the usual banter she'd have with you.

"lay off the poor girl, will ya?" jeongyeon frowns, moving to stand between you and the newbie. "she's doing her best."

you cross your arms, jaw clenched and staring at her like she was crazy. the taller woman sighs, nodding understadingly. she couldn't blame you for being mad—you were just doing your job as captain, after all. she just wished you wouldn't be so harsh on dahyun.

"look, i've got it covered. jihyo and i are working on the engine, nayeon's preparing lunch for everyone." she says, a gentler tone this time as she puts both hands on your shoulders. no matter that you were the captain now, you'd always be the little girl she and nayeon rescued in her eyes. "take a walk, okay? it's a beautiful island, it'll help clear your mind."

you grumble, looking away to think as you tapped your foot on the sand repeatedly. she's right, you were just letting your frustrations get the best of you. "fine." you mumble, storming off without another word.

jeongyeon sighs.

"i wouldn't worry too much about her," she says as she turns around, putting her hand on dahyun's shoulder this time. "she's just sensitive about this stuff."

dahyun looks at her, puzzled. jeongyeon nods, already knowing what she was going to ask. "she lost her girlfriend—tzuyu—in a wreck a few years ago. it was the one expedition where she wasn't there."

"she's captain now—give 'er some space, okay? she just wants to protect us, you included." jeongyeon reassures her, giving a smile and squeezing her arm before leading the both of them back to where the others were.

—

you curse to yourself as you trip over another root, kicking the tree that it belonged to. you wipe the sand off your front and sleeves, brows furrowing as you take deep breaths.

this definitely wasn't helping, you think. you huff, finding yourself in an area fenced off by rocks. the tide wasn't high, leaving more than enough room for you to sit and draw on the sand.

you sit, the waves barely crashing against the tip of your shoes. you take back what you thought—it was as beautiful and peaceful as jeongyeon described, you were just too stubborn to let it calm you down.

your focus goes to the wet sand in front of you. scooting closer, you shiver when you feel your pants begin to soak. the waves reach your ankles.

you keep staring at the dark sand, watching how the water continues to crash against it. leaving rocks and shells only to bring them back with it the next time a wave crashes.

without giving it much thought, you trace a heart into the sand. the next wave only consumes half of it, you redraw that half quickly.

the initials of you and tzuyu's names are written shortly after, a small smile gracing your face before the wave crashes back and takes tzuyu's inital back with it.

"what's up with you and taking my love, hm?" you scoff and toss a small stone into the water, attention back to the waves that continued to crash against your shoes and the cuffs of your pants.

"this is dumb." you mutter, running a hand through your hair. you cringe when you feel the strands that stuck to your sweaty skin. "jeong was right. mind cleared, time to go." you stand up, not even attempting to wipe the wet sand off your pants. you'd just gross yourself out.

"i don't think you've cleared your mind."

you whip your head around. that wasn't a voice you were familiar with. was your crew followed?

a giggle follows and you shiver, grabbing a small knife from your belt. "i'm not afraid of a fight." you say, getting into a protective stance. "i've taken the loves—"

"i don't care what you've taken." you see something—someone emerge from behind a rock in the water, head just barely peeking above the sea. "unless it's me, of course."

she smiles, her eyes dangerous.

"put that thing down." the mystery woman says, pointing at the knife in your hand. you shake your head.

"i said put it down." she seems to sing through her words this time, kind smile replaced with a deep scowl. you were about to tell her to piss off until you hear a quiet thump beside you.

you look down. when did you drop the knife? you were just holding it with an iron grip just a second ago—

"come here."

you were too busy trying to process what just happened to even realize that your legs were walking towards her.

"what the fuck?" you gasp once the cool water hits your chest. "what do you want? what are you? why are you—"

she laughs once more, finally face-to-face with you. "isn't she cute, girls?" she hums. you feel something wrap around your legs, her arms pulling you closer by the waist.

you look down, going stiff at seeing what exactly was holding your legs together. a tail.

a siren's tail.

you panic instantly, trying to free yourself from her grip. her grin only grows as a hand goes over your mouth and another pair holds your arms together.

you look to your side—another siren, black hair and blunt bangs squishing your face a little too hard. you look to your other side, a third siren, long black hair—long enough to cover her chest—held your arms tight against your body.

you look back to the one in front of you, light brown hair and a stare that burned straight down your core.

"a little feisty, though." the one holding your face says, squeezing a little harder when she feels you open your mouth to protest.

"doesn't matter, they're all the same anyway." the brunette—you assume she was their leader—muses, carefully moving the hand away from your mouth. you open it to say something, but she just shakes her head.

you can't seem to form words after that.

"hm," she whispers, face just inches from yours as she gets lost in thought.

"momo, mina, leave. this one's mine." she commands. they leave your side almost instantly, you sigh out of relief when you regain control over your arms.

"bring leftovers home for us, yeah, sana?" momo quips before disappearing into the water with mina.

you look back to sana. she was still staring straight through you, her gaze never left. not even to bid her girls goodbye.

"sana is a pretty name." the words leave your mouth before you can even think. what the hell were you doing? she was about to kill you, for fuck's sake!

the siren raises her eyebrows, a seductive smile gracing her face. "you're not concerned that she implied that i'm going to eat you?"

she observes you. every breath you take, every blink and every time you have to peel your eyes away from her cleavage. nothing goes undetected in her eyes.

you take the time to think. what exactly were you feeling? you were tzuyu's. you swore you always would be, no matter what. it's not like you were committing to anything with the creature holding you captive. hell, you were 100% sure she'd just gotten into your head.

jeongyeon had always warned you about sirens, but you never believed her. in your eyes, she was just trying to keep you from getting out of her sight.

now you couldn't keep your eyes away from sana.

maybe you were just sexually frustrated. she is very attractive for a monster known to kill pirates. then again, that's how they get 'em. or you're just bored. maybe it's both.

"...no?" you'd given the answer much thought, yet you were still unsure. sana feels her hunger and desire grow tenfold.

she grins again and you catch a glimpse of her razor sharp canines. "for a captain, you're really stupid. i like you." she hums, giving you exactly a second to process her words before crashing her lips onto yours.

this was wrong, so terribly wrong. you were kissing someone that wasn't your tzu and breaking the promise you made to jeongyeon about not daring to look at a siren.

you tense up and she notices, prompting her to move a hand to your neck and hold you still. unsurprisingly, her touch was ice cold. you moan involuntarily at that.

she wasn't even choking you or anything, she just felt so good against you.

"not so bad, huh?" she whispers when she pulls away to grant you a breath. sana hums something you couldn't comprehend and you nod, the action completely out of your control. "mhm, that's what i wanted to see."

you finally gave up trying to distinguish what were your choices and what was controlled by her song. your body belonged to her now, as far as the both of you knew.

sana kisses you again, trying not to smile too much when you sigh into it. her tongue swipes against your bottom lip, making you whine against her mouth once more.

you part your lips, wanting to feel her tongue against yours. instead, you feel her sharpest teeth pierce the skin of it.

you pull away, hating the taste of blood. you watch it drip down to the water before looking up at sana, her mouth dripping in your blood too.

"what? it hurts?" she grins, leaning in for another taste. "let's get you cleaned up, then." you have no time to respond before you're pushed into the water. (thankfully, you screwed your eyes shut before she did so.)

the wound on your lip stings. you try to swim up, but sana just pulls you back down and continues kissing you like it were nothing. her tongue goes in and out, you can feel her sharp nails scratching against your waist. at least her lips on yours distracted you from the pain of it all.

you feel her lips on your neck. your breath would hitch, but you can't breathe—you don't want to breathe. not necessarily craving death, but if it meant you'd never have to live with the fact you were letting this happen, it didn't sound terrible to you.

you're pulled back up, but she hardly lets you breathe anyway. one hand on the collar of your dress shirt, stopping you from escaping (as if you were trying to) and another rubbing your pussy through your pants. you weren't her first victim, you were sure of it now.

"wait—wait, sana—"

she finally pulls back for more than a second, pouting. "it's not very fun if i give you everything you want."

you raise an eyebrow, panting as you wipe blood off your lips. "this is the first time you've let me breathe since you pulled me into the water."

sana tilts her head, biting her lip as she looks away from your bleeding lip and up to your eyes. "cute. i can only give you one thing, you know? that's how we keep it fun, darling."

"now choose: the ability to breathe freely," she seems uninterested as she tears the buttons off your soaked shirt. "or let me do whatever i want?"

her eyes flit back up to you.

"well?"

"i was told to kill your kind, you know."

sana laughs again, backing you up against a large rock. it was incredibly attractive, like listening to death come collect your soul.

—

jeongyeon frowns when she sees that nayeon still hadn't touched her food, nor had she even sat down after telling everyone lunch was ready.

she gets down on the shore again, walking towards nayeon. the older woman was just standing, barefoot on the sand and letting the waves cover them in sand.

"worried about her?" jeongyeon asks, voice as gentle as the shore as she stands beside her lover. nayeon nods, leaning her head on her shoulder. "of course i am."

"she's strong, nay. she'll come back and forgive dahyun, trust me."

"not about that, jeong." nayeon mutters, fiddling with her necklace now. jeongyeon purses her lips.

"give her ten more minutes before i look for her, okay?"

nayeon nods, feeling a small weight lift off her chest. "okay."

—

"fuuuck, sana!" you groan as her tongue swirls around your nipple, her fingers pinching the other. you take a fistful of her wet hair and desperately attempt to push her head down to your pussy.

"got somewhere else to be?" she asks, her free hand replacing her lips as she straightens up. "...yes. your head has somewhere else to be, too." you mumble in frustration, face flushed.

"right." sana teases, opting to suck more hickeys into your neck instead. you were even more pissed now, but you found yourself too weak to protest against how fast she wanted to do things. she licks the fresh mark, making you whine.

"you hungry? your mom was making you lunch before this, no?"

"she's not my mom!" you reply, your mind wondering how sana knew about nayeon. then again, she'd probably been stalking you since you got shipwrecked here. "and i'm not hungry."

"i am." sana husks against your ear, chest heaving against yours. you tense up again. "calm down, i'm not going to devour you like that."

"not yet at least." she mumbles as she undoes your pants. you didn't allow yourself to laugh. "not funny." you mumble, she shrugs. "wasn't trying to be, darling."

sana lowers herself, kissing across your stomach while pulling your pants down. she takes your hands and forces you to hold them together. "do not touch me."

you weren't going to anyway, in fear of her using her song on you again. you learn to stop trying to predict her behavior. now you physically couldn't let go of your hands, just watching helplessly as sana descended into the water.

your leg gets thrown over her shoulder and she immediately latches onto your clit.

you hiss, her mouth warm compared to the cool water enveloping your entire lower half. you hear her faint giggles as her nails dig into your thigh, lapping up as much of you as she could.

her tongue was moving faster than you could think—in and out, swirling around your clit, moving anywhere and everywhere to coax those delicious sounds out of you. she was a relentless predator and you were just meek prey.

you whine through clenched teeth when you feel yourself rapidly approaching your climax. you didn't want to cum for her at all—much less give her the satisfaction of making you do so this quickly, but everything about her was so alluring and you were incredibly desperate to feel something after so long.

you make the mistake of looking down at her, bucking your hips up when you realize her eyes were still on you the whole time.

she lifts you up out of the water, both of your legs over her shoulders while her hands moved to steady your hips. you were practically laying on the smooth rock, hissing from the slight burn it gave you.

the filthy sound of sana eating you out was much easier for you to hear now and it drove you crazy. your thighs close around her head as you continue grinding against her face, making her smile against your lips. "cum, darling. don't be so scared of me." sana whispers, breath hot against you.

you stop fighting against it, cumming hard when she kisses your clit. your body relaxes quickly after, panting and focusing on trying to form a coherent thought that you didn't bother to notice sana was singing again.

sighing out of relief when you realize she was giving you control over your hands again, you lean up slightly only to see her climbing on top of you.

"we're not done, captain." she whispers against your wounded lips, capturing them in another kiss.

you try not to cringe at the feeling of her slimy tail against your legs.

—

"y/n, it's not funny anymore. you're going to give nayeon a heart attack!" jeongyeon calls out, sighing when you're not hiding out in a clearing amidst the trees.

it's been nearly an hour since she started looking for you. how far out could you have gone?

jeongyeon continues walking, her pace quickening the more she thinks about finding you passed out on the ground. she'd never forgive herself if anything happened—going on a walk to clear your head was her idea after all. (she'd never forgive herself for how nayeon would react, either.)

"y/n, i'm serious!" she calls out once more, reaching another part of the beach. her heartbeat quickens once she sees footprints.

—

your hands were on sana's boobs, one massaging and the other pinching at her nipple. she moans into your mouth, her hands going over yours.

"rougher, darling. how many times do i have to tell you?" sana says, smiling when she sees how tired you were when she pulled away from your lips. you were doing your best to catch your breath, hating that you couldn't keep up with sana.

it's not like you could shove her off you and kill her anyway, you could hardly move your legs as is. you hate that you fell into her trap—that you let her plan unfold.

there wasn't a single merciful bone in her body either. she was only keeping you alive to torture you at this point.

sana's lips reattach to your neck, kissing harshly but not leaving any more marks for the sake of keeping your head attached to your body.

her ears perk up when she hears someone calling your name from a distance, the fins extending as she looked towards the direction of the voice. you did too, heart dropping at the sight of jeongyeon looking around and yelling your name. you pray that sana dragged you out far enough for her not to spot you like this.

"ah, what a shame. that's our cue, darling." sana hums, letting herself fall back into the water and pulling you with her. you struggle against her grip, using the last of your strength to push her away. still, she was hardly exhausted. she easily captures you once more, holding you tight and forcing you to watch jeongyeon's figure on the shore grow smaller and smaller.

"don't worry, it's not the end for you yet." sana whispers, her lips grazing your ear. "you've been my favorite to ruin, darling."

you feel tears run down your cheek as you both submerge under the water once more. you don't bother to close your eyes anymore, the ocean didn't sting as much as it did years ago anyway.

sana sings again, her voice muffled in your ears. everything goes dark the second after she stops.

"rest up, darling." sana smiles, her arms tightening around you.

#siren!sana #sana minatozaki x reader #sana x reader #sana minatozaki smut #twice x reader #twice smut #sana minatozaki imagines #twice imagines

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ziipzeepzop-eez · 3 days

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hi! me again, i know it hasn’t been that long but i just rewatched one of my favorite anime’s, Komi can’t communicate, it’s about a girl named Shoko Komi who has extreme social anxiety or also known as social-phobia and has trouble speaking to others and making friends as well, i’m serious, anytime the girl tries to speak, she gets nervous and overwhelmed and just starts stuttering a LOT!

So! i was wondering if you could do lil something with the rottmnt boys and a reader who acts like that? you don’t have to! and don’t worry, i’m almost finished with the lil gecko’s design!

i also recommend watching the anime, it’s really good and funny!

have a nice day/night! ❤️

❝ dulcet vibes. ❞

— ‧₊˚ 🎐✩ 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐞𝐬𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❝l a/n !! : bro how many coincidences will we encounter ? I LITERALLY ADORE THAT ANIME SO SO MUCHHH AAAAA !!!! i binged the entire series over the course of time and finished it during the summertime last year ! such a wonderful anime. the slice of life feel to it, the equal parts humor and heartfelt, and not to mention the characters are all absolutely adorable and lovable !! especially komi. bro she's such a sweet cinnamon roll i just :(( my baby gorla :((( entire show is just *chef's kiss*

also darling this is like. YEARS late i hope u don't think i forgot abt you ?!!!! thank you soso much for your patience + i really hope you like this waaa !! also, psst. this is probably one of my favorite layouts~ the colors came together soso pretty !! ^^

ᝰ genre !! : fluff, a bit of crack, slice of life, platonic :)

ᝰ precautions !! : none, I don't think 🫡 if I am wrong however, pls pls let me know!! *smek* love y'all. hope you enjoy~

i imagine the gentleness is which they all unanimously develop when interacting with you, developed on day one of meeting you.

they're all quite protective over you !! that much goes without saying, of course.

it started out with you becoming a close friend of april's :'))

seeing as she was the first to understand that you weren't some unreachable individual w/ some uppity "holier-than-thou" complex,

but rather, a kid. just like the rest of them. :')

she recognizes her peoplez. 😤✊🏾 probably finds a kindred spirit in you for feeling a bit like an outcast.

whereas you garner attention for your stoic, quiet demeanor and mysterious beauty, that's usually all people see you as.

some don't even see you as much of a fellow person at all. based on your aura alone — you've been described as an equal mix of cold, stuck up, unreachable, boring or flat out rude . . . as well as absolutely stunning, dark, debonair, sleek, attractive, godlike even.

whatever the case, you garnered the attention of all kinds wherever you went, whether you liked it or not.

they just ain't know you, babes. 😞

and april is all too familiar with being simultaneously judged (solely based on appearances) and ignored or pushed aside because you're different.

and homegirl don't run that way 🫡. she a real one.

i imagine she took/takes on the role of being your tadano at first !!

she was chosen as your guide to show ya around the school and upon seeing y'all's chemistry build instantly throughout said tour, you both were paired up for a project in your shared classes! ^^

at first she was a little off-put by your silence and sharp gaze, and even more so at the loud attention you were given the instant you were introduced into the classroom, but a little time is all it took :)

it quickly became apparent that that simply wasn't the case.

you had pulled out your phone, showed her a message typed out in a cinnamoroll-themed digital notepad,

" thank you for your help :')) i'm sorry i don't talk a lot! i'm just shy. thank you for being so kind to me. 💛🙏 "

yeeeaaah she knew you were a good egg.

and the rest is history!

LEO gives me madddd najimi vibes, i'm gonna be so fr. so let's imagine that dynamic here !! as soon as y'all met, there was probably a little miscommunications at first :'] ofc april had told the guys beforehand that she was bringing you over, and he was positively stoked at finally being able to meet this "new friend" his best gal had been talking so fondly about !! and yes, she had given them all the rundown (but him especially. he was sweat-dropping at all the enunciations in her spiel being directed so openly at him. he ain't even met you yet 😔 why is everyone bullying him he is not that bad please he just wants a new friend this isn't fair ple- #justiceforleofr ✊🏾) but with leo, there's always something happening. (/aff /lh)

y'all know ts that najimi stayed pulling in the show? giving komi these complicated orders to go collect on her own in efforts to help her overcome her social anxiety? THIS HAS LEO WRITTEN ALL OVER ITTTTTTT. he'd definitely verbally note down the most diabolical pizza order and only gives enough time to make sure you even heard it before he's shoving the phone in your hands.

now if you start shaking and hesitate, he'll wait until like the very last second before he's chuckling and looking at you with gentle eyes. he takes the phone back into his hands, confirms the order, then pats your head. he's proud of you for trying!!

(he promptly dissolves into good-natured laughter when you start cuffing at his arm, face as red as a tomato.)

tbh thinks you're a cutie pie and tho he teases you, it's all in good nature !! let someone else try to come at you for your shyness. big "only I'm allowed to tease them" energy from this blueberry.

you know leo as your charming and obnoxious but fun-loving best friend who always smiles and jokes around you. but he can be brutal when he's upset. it's like a complete 360 when he's coming to your defense; his gaze turns hard and all traces of his bubbly self. GONE.

fiercely protective over you. whenever you're with him (or any of them really) he's your protector. and you can count on him to celebrate like it's the 4th of July whenever you manage to overcome your verbal barriers.

RAPH. our red angel of preventing harm. the backbone of our society. he is such a mother hen when it comes to you awww :(( when y'all first met & you responded to his amicable greeting by beginning to tremble and stare up at him with wide, shiny eyes, not a word of reply, he thought it was most obvious that you were scared of him. of them. ☹️

it made his heart ache but it was a familiar hurt. this may be New York, but this whole situation isn't the exact norm. (well, not yet anyway!)

then april went and pushed you forward-- closer to him, enthusiastically encouraging you to "go on, say hi!!" like some excited mom with her shy kid 😭😭. it was a few moments of tense silence, you could literally see the ". . ." in the background. then finally, in a hushed but determined whisper, you respond in kind.

yeah. he's hooked.

you bring a sense of stability and tranquility; a welcome pace to the constant chaos of his everyday normal. he's so used to all things loud and rambunctious and completely fizzy pop frenzied on a great day, that when your sweet little molasses self shows up and becomes a regular part of their everyday lives, he finds a haven that he didn't even know he wanted. much more needed.

raphie carries you in his arms to make a quick getaway? you force urge him silently to rest his head on your lap/tummy when y'all chill in peace.

he's effectively babying you? you take it with a stoic grace and appease his ruffled mother hen feathers with gentle sympathy pats to his arms when he finally relaxes.

he especially loves when you both go on little best friend dates !!

you have a tranquil, 'insider' type outlook on life so when you share your vision with them, he can't help but feel honored. being who you are in the modern world has left you with devices that conspire of the affinity to finding very cool hideaway spots!! & the more time you guys spend with each other, the closer you get. it develops into a very wholesome and loving friendship :(( ICONS, THE BOTH OF YOUSE. 🫶🏾

he loves you sm bcuz he feels like he can truly be himself - you're not the type to judge. he feels completely at ease with you and goes the extra mile to put you at ease too!!

—and you can bet he's allllways keeping leo in line as well 😭☠ like, bro can barely breathe. he can, has, and will tackle leo in mid-air because he went to tackle you in a running hug. 😪

blue bro means well when he plays around with you, but raph can only take so much before he gets tense 🥹 he just wants you to be comfortable!! :(( like, always.

he's like your teddy bear. a safety blanket. teddy blanket?? mm ^^ he's got it all for you. would bend over backwards at so much as a slight breath from you. completely whipped and unashamed of it.

DONNIE understands you on a spiritual level. he's your twin flame. your soul brother. bro's your down b, bro's your solider, he's got that thang-thang— *loud 16-wheeler horn passes by*

no but let's lock in. donbon becomes your saving grace, whether you like it or not (but i mean c'mon, who wouldn't like it? :] bro is him.) out of all the siblings, donnie understands your apprehension to socializing the best. it's not that you don't want to interact with others, it's just . . . hard. and scary. he gets that too.

donnie himself is sociable in the way that he's not afraid to interact with others nor is he scared to; he's just an introvert and if the feeling doesn't strike him, he won't. simple as that. 😆

but you're a bit of a different story. it's not that you don't want to, it's just significantly difficult for you </3. and donnie is nothing if not persistent and a fix-it felix in his own right, so! 👏 what does he do?? what he does best, of course!! he builds. he invents. he creates.

he would absolutely create different gadgets and such to try and make things easier for you. they can range from tiny things — automatic digital/magnetized notepads, tiny flying robots that have neurotransmitters embedded within so it speaks for you in the moments your voice croaks, to literal AI robots that do close to everything for you.

once he had gotten caught up in the excitement and pure influx of creative juices + had drawn up a prototype for a replicate robot of you — purely intended on doing the things that you couldn't in a way of helping out!! — and barely survived the crossfire that he was immediately subjected to by his siblings. he snapped out of it and locked tf in after that and, after a lengthy lecture from raph, he allowed leo to rip the blueprints to shreds & mikey to burn it. yes, he might've gotten carried away in his inventions, but it's all from a place of care!!!

he buys you snacks and gifts you a cute handmade keychain the next time you come over after that. you're confused but delighted. he sticks just a little closer that day, and you allow it.

i feel he'd see himself in you. as a result, he'd want to provide you with more things and protect you a lot!!! he ain't afraid to speak up on your behalf either. trust me, he's given such poetic lip to some stuck up assholes in the social world that it rendered you genuinely speechless. but they stay as inside jokes between y'all and best believe it makes the others so jealous 🤣😭.

also not afraid to tell his own brothers off if they're crowding you a little too much (*coughleocoughcough*) — he's a lot less lenient than raphie tho 😅

he cares. a lot. maybe. he's got a soft spot for you, what can I say?

when everything and anything starts to become too much for you, he's usually pretty good at recognizing it and offers you a place of solitude in his lab! it's cool and quiet (well. quiet-er than the wipeout episode that is his daily life outside those very walls.) and generally gives a very chill vibe.

he also loves the fact that you listen to his ranting and rambling without interrupting, not even once. sometimes he thinks it's because you can't, but when he pauses and goes to inquire as much, he's met with your warmed and focused gaze, a slight quirk to your lips as you nod along and. the message is there. i'm listening.

you're lowk his bestie and he can't really live without you from now on, he thinks. it's like the grumpy cat x golden retriever trope, but you're more of a cat too. two moons coexisting! two cats drenched in purple moonlight.

y'all just get each other i made myself sad. /lh + /hj

MIKEY aims to make you feel as comfortable and welcomed as possible !! at all times, all day, everyday. he even set up a cute little personal nook for you in the lair!! (he's such a sweetie pie y'all i'm 💔)

he was the most excited to meet you!!!! (you're his friend now. y'all are having soft tacos later!)

well, all of them were, but he was (and is) the most amicable and the most emotionally adept at understanding you and your shyness. apart of the "Save Y/N from Leo & His Shenanigans" pt 2. (i love the blueberry y'all i prommy bullying him is my love language). ofc he's just a bubbly glass of fizzy orange juice when y'all come face to face; he's all smiles and going "hi!! I'm Mikey!! what's your name??" even if april alr told them 🤦🏾‍♀️ HE'S JUST EXCITED OKAY???

hesitates for just shy of a second when you begin shaking, but then, you pull out your phone and shove the cute sanrio-themed greeting note in his snout and, the second it registers, he's beaming brighter than the sun and immediately welcomes you in, both physically and emotionally.

he makes you feel seen and heard, even when you try to chameleon your way through situations, as you've done countless times before. even when you assume your "better to be seen, not heard" posture, as you've done countless times before.

mikey being the most emotionally available of his family certainly comes with its perks!! he helps them navigate their individual friendships with you as well, and even tho there are a few hiccups along the way, you all develop a strong and lovely bond— & a large part in that is owed to mikey and his empathetic prowess.

particularly loves baking for/with you!!! it's always worth it to see your eyes light up, and he really does think you have a cute face. it's been described in a more debonair light by others, but to him, you're the sweetest little baozi and he just wants!!! to wrap you up in a blanket burrito and!!! keep you in his metaphorical pockets forever!!!!!!

he has definitely dedicated murals and different art pieces to you. sometimes you'll be minding your own business, just chilling together, and feel him staring at you. but before you can get self-conscious he always speaks up and sheepishly rubs the back of his head while pointing to the sketchbook in his lap. now, you're used to feeling his warm yet concentrated gaze on you, but your face still hasn't changed in the lobster red it becomes when he shows you the finished product :')) what can he say?? you're a one of a kind muse.

gives you cute nicknames. pinches your cheeks (if you're aiight with that.) soso affectionate with you, the fact that he loves you is unshakable and unquestionable.

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Chapter 2: The Weirdo on Maple Street

Summary: As Will Byers' older sister, you have a responsibility to protect him. When you fail, you have to go through the process of getting him back safely. Between fighting inter-dimensional monsters, a girl with superpowers, and getting your brother back, you might just end up falling in love along the way.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Byers!reader

Word Count: 3.3K (someone teach me how to write more)

Warnings (entire series): cursing, angst, gore/violence (in the later seasons), fem!reader, enemies to lover (sorta), any other warnings from the show

—

By the end of the night, Joyce and Jonathan have both fallen asleep while you’re wide awake.

Getting out of bed, and walking into the kitchen to get some water, you hear a small knock on the door.

Realizing how late it is, you cautiously walk towards the door when you can faintly hear voices bickering.

“We don’t need her”

“But she could help us!”

“Yeah c’mon Mike”

Rolling your eyes, you quietly open the door and step outside to talk to them.

“What are you guys doing here?”

All three of them looked up at you, Dustin saying “We need your help.”

—

The boys dragged you out of the house and biked through the rain to the Wheeler's house.

Walking down the stairs and into the basement you see another kid sitting on the couch, soaking wet, and in a large t-shirt.

“Who’s that?” you whisper to no one in particular

Lucas turns to you and says, “We…don’t know”

Asking the boys to fill you in on everything that happened, they tell you that they were out in the woods searching for Will, which you scolded them for, and how they found this girl just wandering around so they brought her here.

With this knowledge, you turn to the girl who looks so fragile and scared, your sister instincts kicking in, and softly say, “Hi, sweetie. Is there a number we could call for you?”

At the same time, all three boys burst out with questions.

“Where’s your hair?”

“Do you have cancer?”

“Dustin!”

“Are you in trouble?”

“Is that blood?”

Sensing that all their questions were probably making her uncomfortable you speak up, “Stop it, boys. You’re scaring her”

“She’s scaring me!” Lucas yells out

“Okay, enough. Mike, do you have some clothes she could borrow?”

Mike walks over to a laundry basket that has been sitting on the table. Grabbing a shirt and a pair of pants and walking over to the little girl.

“Here. These are clean.”

She takes the clothes out of Mike’s hands and stands up, lifting her shirt. Ready to undress herself in front of all of you.

You rush to her side, “No, no, no! Come with me.” leading her over to the bathroom, “You can change in here, okay?”

You go to close the door behind her, when all of a sudden, she stops you.

“No,” she says looking you in the eyes for the first time

With a bit of shock from hearing her voice, you say, “Okay… um, what if I leave the door like… this” leaving the door cracked open a bit “And I'll be standing right here when you’re done. Is that better?”

“Yes,” she says quietly

Giving her a small nod you turned around facing the boys, who were bickering about god knows what.

“At least she can talk,” Mike says

“She said ‘yes’ and ‘no’. Your 3-year-old sister can say more than that” Lucas rebuttals

He continues by saying that she’s probably a psycho who escaped from Pennhurst, but you feel that it isn't fair to judge the girl because she’s a bit odd.

Sure she has a shaved head and tried to undress in front of the boys but that doesn’t make her a psycho.

“She’s not psycho, Lucas. She’s just scared.”

Ignoring you he went on, “I think we should tell your mom” he directed at Mike, Dustin jumping in, “I second that”

While they start coming up with a plan that you don't necessarily agree with, you feel a small tap on my shoulder. Turning around to face the girl, you see her dressed in the clothes Mike gave her.

“You ok?” you ask as she nods in response

You could tell she was a bit uncomfortable so to make her feel better you decided to play around a little bit.

“Alright, I have to go now but if you need anything just ask Mike. If he doesn’t listen just let me know and I'll take care of him,” you say with a small smile, just to let her know you were joking and thankfully she understands and gives you a small smile of her own.

You have to admit, she was a cute little girl. You could already tell you would come to love her just as much as you love the boys.

—

The next morning you walk out to find Jonathan making breakfast for you and Joyce, who was sitting at the dining room table with a lit cigarette already in her hand.

“Thank you,” you say with a small smile once breakfast is done

Joyce talks about wanting you both to make copies of the poster you made of Will.

“Listen, the Xerox place opens in, like, 30 minutes. But I don’t want you both going alone so I asked Karen if she could take you.”

Walking up to stand next to her, you put an arm on her shoulder and say, “Mom, we’ll be fine”

You knew how anxious she could get in general but with Will now missing she would be extra protective.

“N-no, how much is a copy? Ten cents? If we…”

“Mom. Mom. Mom!” Jonathan bursts out, grabbing her shoulders to get her to look at him, “You can’t get like this, okay?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”

You rub her shoulders, trying to comfort her or at least get her to calm down, “It’s okay, Momma”

—

Jonathan made about 300 copies before you both headed off to spread them around town.

You had stopped at a few places before you decided to go to school and put some up on the bulletin boards.

“Okay, I’ll get the one by the gym,” You say as you both walk through the doors

“And I’ll stay around here. We’ll meet back here soon”

Walking away, you make your way to the other side of the school towards the gym. Quickly pining up the poster, trying not to stare at Will’s face for too long in fear of crying in the middle of the hallway.

It’s still so weird to accept that your brother is missing.

As you’re walking back to the front of the school you see Jonathan standing by the bulletin board.

You go to approach him but when you do, a specific group of people catch your eye.

Getting closer you see Steve Harrington (aka King Steve or ‘The hair’ Harrington) and his entourage, Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins, and next to them, Nancy Wheeler and Barbra Holland.

Steve might just be the worst of them all. You can’t deny he’s good looking but he’s still an asshole. A good-looking asshole. You were ashamed to admit your previous crush on him before he became a douch.

You could handle Tommy with a quick snarky comeback and Carol was just a plain bitch.

Nancy and Barbra aren’t a part of their little group but Nancy’s “dating” Steve and Barbra is her best friend. You’re actually good friends with Nancy considering your brothers are best friends.

You both used to be friends when you were younger and she was always nice towards you. What you couldn’t understand is why a nice girl like her would date a douchebag like Harrington.

“Oh, god, that's depressing” you hear Steve say.

Their conversation continues, “Should we say something?”

“I don’t think he speaks,” Carol says mockingly

“How much you wanna bet he killed him?”

With anger flowing through you, you push your way past them, purposely knocking your shoulder into Tommy. Talking loud enough for them to hear “You guys don’t always have to be such assholes”

“Bitch,” He states loudly, glaring at the back of your head as if that would somehow affect you

Unphased by his comment, you continue towards Jonathan.

“How are we doing?”

“Good. I got the one by the teacher's lounge. I was thinking…” He cuts himself off and looks behind you. Turning around you see Nancy making her way over to you.

“Hey,”

“Oh, hey”

“I just… I wanted to say, you know, um… I’m sorry about everything” She says nodding her head toward the poster on the wall

“Everyone’s thinking about you” now facing me, “Both of you”

This is the most interesting thing to happen in Hawkins in years so of course people would be interested. You’re trying very hard not to roll your eyes considering she was trying to be nice, unlike other people

“It sucks,” Nancy continues

“Yeah,”

Well that was awkward, you thought

The bell rings and Nancy immediately turns to leave, almost too quickly “I have to go… Chem quiz”

The PA system came on as you were both walking out.

“Attention, faculty, and students. At 8:00 pm tonight, there will be an assembly on the football field in support of Will Byers and his family”

—

Getting back in the car, you figured Jonathan would start driving home considering Joyce was waiting for you guys, but instead, he started driving in the opposite direction towards the edge of town.

“Where are we going?”

Jonathan stared straight ahead, not taking his eyes off the road as he sighed, “Lonnie’s”

When you hear his name, you inhale sharply. You really don’t like visiting your “dad”, if you could even call him that. He was never there for any of you, and when he was, he spent all of his time finding something to fight about.

You could always see the sadness on Will’s face when Lonnie never showed up or forgot about him.

You and Jonathan were used to it at this point but you will always resent him for making your baby brother feel that way.

“But I thought Hopper said to let him handle it?”

“He did, but we’re not going to just sit around when we could be helping”

As expected, Jonathan’s doing everything he can to find Will and you’d be stupid if you didn’t help him.

—

Pulling up to Lonnie’s house, you realize that you’ve never been here before.

Staring at the house that seemed to be just a bit larger than yours, you’re hesitant to go in but you know you need to. For Will.

As Jonathan gets out of the car, and you follow him, he says “You don’t have to come with me. I know you don’t want to see him.”

“No…no, I’m going with you. No way in hell am I leaving you alone with him”

You both walk up to the door, Jonathan having to pound on it due to the music blasting inside.

He was about to knock again when a young lady, who looked no older than 27, appeared and opened the door.

“Can I help you?”

Jonathan looked at you for a few seconds before looking back at her “Yeah, is Lonnie around?”

“Yeah, he’s out back. What do you want?”

This time you take initiative and push the door open enough for both you and Jonathan to be able to get into the house.

“Just to look around,” She goes to protest but you quickly cut her off, “We’ll be fast,”

You and Jonathan split up while searching around the house. Calling out Will’s name in hopes that he’ll magically appear.

You have been searching for at least a minute when you hear a lot of commotion in the hallway, you rush out of the room you're in, only to see Lonnie pushing Jonathan up against a wall in a chokehold.

Walking up to the both of them, you go to push Lonnie off of him but Jonathan beats you to it. “Get off!”

“Damn, you’ve gotten stronger,” Lonnie says under his breath while his “girlfriend” exclaims “Will someone please explain what the hell is going on?”

Staring between the three of them you try to distance yourself as much as possible from Lonnie. Not wanting to even be in his presence let alone right next to him.

“Y/N, Jonathan, Cynthia” Lonnie said looking between the three of you. “Cynthia, this is Y/N, my oldest, and Jonathan, my second”

He turned his attention towards you while extending his arm, trying to pull you in for a hug, but you slap his hand away,

“Don’t touch me” you say backing away even more

He lets out a humorless laugh, “You know, you look and act more like your mother every time I see you”

He isn’t entirely wrong. You are like Joyce in many ways. You’re both the same height and same stature, but you also act like her.

You are very protective of the people you love, you’re tough and can handle so much but you are also sensitive and sometimes some things are too much for you to handle.

There is one thing he’s wrong about though.

“And when do you ever see me?” You rebuttal, “Last time I checked, you never come by, you never call, and you never make any effort to do so either.”

You feel a sense of relief, finally being able to confront him, but you know that’s not what you came for.

“Listen. I am your dad, I think I deserve a little respect…” he was already losing his patience and you guys have only been there for 5 minutes.

You cut him off by letting out a humorless laugh of your own, “You are not my dad. Never have been. Never will be. All you are is a self-centered jerk”

His face turns cold and he starts walking towards you but Jonathan pulls him back just in time and turns to you.

Jonathan wanted to fight back but he knew that if he did, it would’ve provoked Lonnie even more and it wouldn’t end well so instead he walked out to the backyard with you and Lonnie following him.

The both of you walked toward Lonnie's car, Jonathan walking over to the trunk and opening it up, hating that his mind would even think to check there but he had to.

“Really?” Lonnie asks “You wanna check up my ass, too? I told you the same things I told those cops, he’s not here”

“Then why didn’t you call Mom back”

“I don’t know, I just figured she couldn’t find him. That boy never was very good at taking care of himself”

You were starting to get angry at his continuous digs toward Joyce and Will. “This isn’t some joke, okay?”

“There are search parties, reporters…” Jonathan trails off

“Hopper’s not still chief is he?”

You both say nothing causing Lonnie to shake his head in disgust.

“Look, all I'm saying is, maybe I'm not the asshole, alright?”

There was a quick moment of silence before you reached into your bag and pulled out one of the posters, shoving it into Lonnie’s chest and walking away, Jonathan following behind you

“In case you forgot what he looks like”

—

After leaving Lonnie’s house and arriving back in Hawkins, Jonathan said there was something he had to do. He wouldn’t say what it was or where he was going so you just asked him to drop you off at home.

Walking through the front door you find Joyce sleeping on the chair with the phone sitting on her lap. It was seconds after you walk in that the phone rings and Joyce jumps up and answers it.

“Hello?” after a couple of seconds of silence she tries again “Hello? Who is this?”

You stare at her waiting to see who’s on the other line.

“Will?” She whispers, starting to cry and you let out a gasp. If it really was Will on the other line, you might be able to find him. You might have hope.

“Will, it’s me. Talk to me. I’m here.”

You could faintly hear static on the other line and getting closer to the phone you heard a whisper, “Mom?” Joyce gasps and loses her footing but you’re able to hold her and keep her steady.

“Will! Yes, it’s me. It’s me.”

You’re in shock that Will was actually speaking to you guys and that he’s still alive.

“Mom, is it really him?” you had started crying at this point, praying that it was Will on the other end of the line. Joyce looked at you, the phone still attached to her face, and nodded at you with tears streaming down her face.

There was no denying it. It was Will.

She continues her questioning when the lights start flickering and getting brighter. You look around you watching the lights, trying to decipher their odd behavior.

The lights continue glowing brighter and brighter until eventually, they all turn off and you hear a popping sound.

You turn around looking at Joyce as she drops the phone. She bends down picking it back up only to find the receiving end burnt.

“No, no, no, no” She mutters to herself before she begins to cry out, “No!” and in a fit of rage she takes the phone in her hand and throws it to the floor, shattering.

You didn’t notice the lights flickering again until Joyce stood up and softly whispered “What?”

She began walking down the hallway as you followed. Keeping her gaze on the lights she called out, “Jonathan!” but you were quick to inform her that Jonathan wasn’t home.

Unsure of what to do, you both continue down the hall when all of a sudden, the sound of “Should I Stay or Should I Go?” by The Clash blasts through the house startling both you and Joyce.

It’s coming from Will’s room. The door was closed but through the cracks, you could see the lights flickering and could hear the sound of electricity buzzing with each flicker.

You build up the courage to lead the both of you toward Will’s door and eventually open it, slowly walking in.

Inside there was Will’s desk. One that held many memories but right now, it held the boombox that the music was blasting from, and inside it was the mixtape that you and Jonathan had made for Will. Next to it, was a lamp that was also flickering continuously.

You step towards the lamp and ask “Will? Is that you?”

The answer to your question came from the lights glowing brighter than before but in a split second, it stops.

Everything stops. The lights go dim, the music gets cut off and it’s silent for a few seconds before the wall next to the table begins to warp.

First a face, then hands trying to reach out and break through the wall which was expanding as if it was made of rubber.

You and Joyce share a petrified look on your faces before she screams and you both run out of the house towards the car.

You were hyperventilating as you jumped into the passenger seat. Joyce got in and started the car before pausing for a second.

“Mom, what are you doing? Drive!” you said, confused as to why she wasn’t trying to get the hell away from whatever was stuck in your walls.

Without saying anything, she kills the engine, takes a deep breath, and exits the car, walking back into the house.

“What the hell is happening?” you ask yourself. You weren’t going to just sit there while your mom was inside facing god knows what. So you follow her inside.

She was frantically running around the house, collecting every light she could see and before you knew it she was back in Will’s room with lights all around her.

You walk into the doorway of Will’s room and stare at her, completely convinced that Will is talking to her, and you’re not sure if you can call her crazy because after what you saw tonight, nothing’s impossible.

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The Apothecary Diaries

S1E23 First Watch

Here's where I watch The Apothecary Diaries for the first time and give my thoughts, analysis, predictions, and occasionally I stumble into a joke.

If you want to start at the beginning:

Episode 1

My character/location cheat sheet

Fengxian: Maomao's courtesan mother

The show opens on Maomao's mother, who is in the late stages of her illness, delusional, softly singing a lullaby while moving around some Go pieces. Is she thinking of the past? The lover that she lost, or the baby that she had?

So the box that Maomao requested was a game. The English dub just calls it Chess, but I think it's called Shogi or the Chinese equivalent. Please correct me if I'm wrong. She challenges Lakan to a competition, who is giddy with delight. They will play best out of 5, no handicaps, and they call their prize before they begin.

Lakan: If I manage to best you. I want you to come and live with me.

Jinshi does NOT like that. Gaoshun reminds him that he promised not to interfere, but Lakan can't take his girl! Don't worry yet Jinshi, Maomao wouldn't be so bold if she didn't think she could win this bet. Have faith!

Lakan learns that Maomao is still under contract to work for Jinshi, and he makes a rude implication that has Jinshi grinding his molars.

And I think this is kind of weird. Just what does Lakan think or feel about his daughter? I don't know if he truly believes that there is something amorous going on between Maomao and Jinshi, but he's totally fine with implying that there is. They are talking about her contract here, and the implication that is being made is that Jinshi bought out Maomao's courtesan contract so that he could bring her to his house to service him solely. We the viewer know it's not true, and Lakan may have been able to pick up enough clues to realize it's not true, but still his joke is a weird one for a father to make. Is it just to get under Jinshi's skin? Or is it possible that he believes his daughter is truly acting as a courtesan? We know that Lakan has had dealings with courtesans in the past, and I'm glad he doesn't seem to have any prejudice against them and the work they do. Yet. I kind of thought maybe his whole reason for wanting to get Maomao to come live with him, was that he was trying to protect her from that work. Am I missing something here? Because it seems that's not the case. So if he doesn't want Maomao for her own sake, then he wants her for his own purposes. Which are??? Use her as another piece to maneuver? That doesn't seem quite right either, since she is the only one he doesn't see as a game piece. I don't know what this indecipherable man wants.

Maomao on the other hand wants Lakan to buy out an aging courtesan from the Verdigris House. Her delirious mother I assume. If that's her goal... is it really a good idea to put Maomao's mother into Lakan's care? Is he going to take care of her? It seems like if he intended to take care of her, he would have already stepped forward to do so. I know Maomao doesn't care about her mother, but she does take care of her when she visits the Verdigris House. Surely she wouldn't entrust any person to Lakan if she thought he would be a neglectful caregiver. I guess I just have to trust that Maomao knows these people better than I do, because this to me seems like a bad idea all the way around.

Maomao also adds a drinking element to the game, that includes poison. Also, if someone quits for any reason, they lose.

Lakan and Maomao are relaxed as they play, but Jinshi is worried. He doesn't like the terms or the rules of this game. Maomao loses the first round and is forced to drink, and Jinshi is the one sweating it. When she loses the second match, Jinshi starts to panic.

Lakan doesn't want to risk that Maomao might be poisoned by drinking a third cup, so he throws a game to drink one. If he drinks one that contains poison than he will know that Maomao is safe to lose her third game.

The cup that Lakan drinks from is poisoned, and he is not tolerating it well. Actually, the alcohol is far worse for Lakan than any medicine that Maomao may have added. Lakan famously abstains, and has no tolerance for alcohol. It's why he carries fruit juice with him everywhere.

So did Lakan know it was alcohol when he decided to drink it or did he think it tasted bad because of the medicine Maomao added? Either way, he agreed to the terms of the game and he has now lost the bet. Maomao never had to beat him at chess, she only had to risk drinking poison with a straight face which is an everyday activity for Maomao. Lakan lost the moment he agreed to play by Maomao's rules.

The show takes us back to see a young Lakan. He has hardcore face blindness, which makes for some very disturbing animation. Since he couldn't connect with people he devoted his time to playing Go and Chess. His uncle encourages him to identify people as chess pieces. His family name gets him a military position and Lakan tells us the following.

Lakan: Of all the games I've played. Chess with human pieces was the most fun I've ever had.

Chilling.

Lakan's inability to view people's humanity is frightening. Dangerous. A person without empathy. It's no wonder Maomao wants nothing to do with this man.

I do understand that Lakan's inability to recognize faces affects his ability to connect with other people, but wow, that's a whole lot different than viewing them as pawns you can manipulate for fun. I'm sure he was a brilliant strategist for the military, but the fact that he delighted in it, demonstrates his lack of humanity.

We learn that a courtesan named Fengxian from Verdigris House easily trounced Lakan in a game of Go. Finally he can see a human face. For years they played Go or Chess, slowly getting to know one another while they play.

Fengxian: A woman did give birth to me, but I have no mother. Because in the Pleasure District, a woman can never be a mother.

A pretty clear description of Fengxian's views on motherhood. If she maintained this view when she had her own daughter, then we can understand just what Maomao might have been dealing with. Also, didn't Maomao say something similar when she described Fengxian as the woman who birthed her?

Maomao: Maybe it's love. But if that's the case. It's not a rabbit hole I want to delve into. That's an emotion I'm sure I left behind. Back in the womb of the woman who birthed me. (Episode 18)

At the time I wrote that comment off to be because Maomao had experienced neglect, abuse or abandonment from her mother, which I do think is likely, however, Maomao's view of motherhood is perhaps not too different than Fengxian's. That a woman can never be a mother in the Pleasure District may be a common belief, but it isn't universal, because we saw the princesses, Pairin in particular, step up to fill the mother's role for Maomao.

Maomao has trash parents, but lovely found family.

Lakan tells us that Fengxian's price increased as she became more in demand. From then Lakan could rarely afford to meet with Fengxian.

Upon one visit Lakan learns that someone has bought out Fengxian's contract. She seems disappointed that she won't be able to meet with Lakan again. She makes a bet with him, with the highest stakes possible. Whoever wins, can take whatever they want from the other.

Lakan: Quite suddenly, a terrible thought crossed my mind.

He's thinking about that notorious way to lower the value of a courtesan isn't he? Just what is it that Fengxian wants from Lakan, I wonder? She has to know that he can't afford her contract. Could it be that she also wants to lower her value to avoid being bought out by someone else?

Lakan chooses to play Go, which we remember from an earlier episode that he could never defeat her in. Did he do this to give her the chance to ask something of him? To prevent himself from following through on that terrible thought that crossed his mind?

He does recognize that it's not right to impregnant a woman to lower her value. Is this because he has real feelings for Fengxian or that he simply acknowledges that it's manipulative? Does he think it's terrible because he would have to take responsibility for a child that is born this way? Or is it just terrible because time in bed would be a waste when they could be playing board games?

They never make it to the end of the game. Instead they sleep with each other and Fengxian tells Lakan that she wants to keep playing Go. She, like Lakan, likely has trouble connecting with other people. That they are well matched in intellect is like seeing another human for the first time. Everyone else is beneath them, not even human.

I'm convinced now that this was a tactical move from both of them. After all, Fengxian dismissed Meimei before they even started playing. Win or lose she was counting on sleeping with Lakan.

Lakan: There were no sweet words offered from Fengxian, nor from me for that matter. So in a way you could say we had similar natures.

Do these two care about each other at all or is it just that they don't express it? I have my doubts.

As Lakan is drifting off to sleep Fengxian sings a song, which I can only assume is the same one she tried to hum the day Maomao was in the annex to care for her. It is the same song from earlier in this episode where we see her in the present day playing with Go pieces on her bed. So her present day delusions are all about returning to this time which was the best period of her life. Before she had a baby, Before she cause syphilis, and everything fell apart.

But what is with singing the song in the past? I dipped into the Japanese with English sub to check the faithfulness of the translation:

Sleep, my baby, sleep. Where is she? She cries. Little birds are so innocent. Off they fly to somewhere far.

I'm not the best at interpreting poetry, so maybe someone else can help me with these lyrics. On it's surface it seems like a typical lullaby, but it could be taken as being about a loss of innocence since the innocent little birds fly away. Or perhaps since the birds leave, it could be about a desire for freedom? Both meanings could apply to Fengxian in this moment.

Wow. Okay. So Luomen is Lakan's uncle. I didn't see that coming. So there are blood ties between Maomao and Luomen.

In a fit of embarrassment and anger at Luomen's exile, Lakan's father also sends Lakan abroad. Fengxian's contract fell through and she made sure to alert Lakan, but it's not something he can deal with before his trip. It seems he intended to return to her, but it took three years before he could finally come back. He is greeted by a pile of letters. And a desiccated severed finger. A way to curse someone apparently. And there are two fingers there, a tiny one as well. What the fuck did Fengxian do? I suppose that this explains the nightmare Maomao had when she saw her mother with a knife. Does this have something to do with Maomao's twisted little finger? Did her finger get chopped off and reattached?

Fengxian took a chance when she decided to sleep with Lakan, and it destroyed her life. She ended up pregnant, which may have been okay, if Lakan had been there to buy her out when her value crashed. She was counting on him, and he wasn't there. It wasn't his fault, I think he would have bought her out if he was there, but the timing of everything was catastrophic for Fengxian. I suppose she didn't know he was out of the country, and her hatred grew, hence the finger severing curse. With that level of hatred I suppose it means she must have cared about Lakan, or perhaps she's just pissed that her plan fell through.

Lakan feels like a dumbass, which for a narcissist like him, is really saying something. He was so focused on playing Go and Chess that he didn't try to think of other ways to solve Fengxian and his problems, like impregnating her. Huh? Okay, I had that pegged wrong earlier. So then he must have thought his one night together with Fengxian was something special.

We get to see granny beating Lakan with a broom. She accuses him of not caring about a worthless courtesan and tells him that she's gone. She lost all of her value after being pregnant, and her actions hurt the reputation of the brothel. She had to take clients like a streetwalker where she contracted syphilis.

Lakan is too late to get what he wants from Fengxian. His fantasy with the high class courtesan ended when she lost her value and reputation. Now she is in a dire state, disgraced, diseased. So Lakan is distressed, but... fuck this guy.

l get that things fell apart while he was gone, but Fengxian is still alive at this point. She has a disease, but presumably she won't lose her mental capabilities until later down the line. He could still play Go with her. And even if she had lost her mind, fuck this guy! Does he really not care at all about her because of the things that have happened to her? He has zero capacity for actual love, like a psychopath. Many people become caregivers to the people they love when they become incapacitated. Only the shittiest walk away. Fengxian lost her reputation, her value, and her health, and Lakan is upset that she no longer fits into the perfect vision he had of her. Like seriously. FUCK. THIS. GUY!

I realize this is a HOT TAKE. And I stand ready to be corrected. But based on all I have seen thus far, Lakan is still a pretty shitty dude. I saw someone mention in a comment on one of these blogs about Lakan stans. At the time I thought to myself how the hell are there Lakan stans? It made me think that there was probably more to his story than I had seen up to that point. Well here is more, but it wasn't enough to make me like this character.

I could probably be convinced that he had real feelings for Fengxian, but then where the hell has he been all these years? Is it that Fengxian hated him and didn't want to see him? That she sent him severed fingers in an attempt to curse him would support that.

My opinion on Lakan still stands, even if Lakan loves Fengxian, and Maomao, and has been doing all he can to get back to them, he's still a shitty guy that seems to lack basic empathy. Like, he will only treat someone as a person if he is personally invested? I can't like a person like that.

Back to the present time, Lakan wakes up in Verdigris House and Meimei kindly tends to him. Apparently after he forfeited his game with Maomao by blacking out drunk, he was deposited here to fulfill his end of the bargain.

Is the fact that Fengxian's illness has progressed to delusions now allowed her to forget about her hatred of Lakan? She was seen tying to play Go and singing an old lullaby in the beginning; is she thinking fondly of old times? Does Maomao think now that Fengxian is more out of her mind, she would be willing to see Lakan? Regardless, she's about to end up with him now.

Maomao concocted a bitter beverage for Lakan and gifts him a dried blue rose. Maomao's message: leave the people I care about alone.

After all, Lakan requested blue roses from Jinshi, a nearly impossible thing for him to procure. Maomao made it happen because she didn't want to let Lakan get away with trying to manipulate Jinshi. The roses were all a ploy to draw Maomao out, which it did, but only for her to defend Jinshi and send a message to Lakan to back off.

The rose Maomao left for Lakan is dried. From an earlier time perhaps. Maybe blue roses were a tradition at Verdigris House or something that Fengxian knew the secret to. Perhaps the the blue rose simply represents Fengxian, and Maomao gifts it to Lakan to represent the meaning behind her bet, I'm giving Fengxian to you. There is a secondary meaning here that I don't know the meaning of. But Lakan does.

Cut to Maomao riding in a carriage with the always cheery Basan, where she pulls out a blue rose bud. Is this the bud she helped grow and create for the Garden Party or a dried one from the past? Is she thinking about whatever connection the blue rose has to her mother or is she thinking about what she did to grow these roses for Jinshi? Is she hoping that her message to Lakan will be enough to protect Jinshi and anyone else he may target? Enough to get Lakan out of her life?

I truly hope that this is the last episode with Lakan's POV. I hope to never see these faceless animations ever again.

If you want to read these from the beginning:

Episode 1

Next episode:

Episode 24

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✯𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬✯

IN WHICH… I give yall sum baseline personas that will be reoccurring in my fics down the line. These personas are interchangeable meaning they can be used for any triplet of my/your choosing. Feel free to request any of these with any of the boys!! (These are the ones I decided on for now but if anyone has any they want to add feel free to send it in and I will update this post🍑🍑🍑)

WARNINGS: This should not have to be said but imma say it anyway. all the y/n's i write for are black and black only. I'm not saying if you arent black you can't read my fics or support but i do understand if it does become hard to read with the way i describe y/n.

feel free to still imagine yourself as y/n even if you arent black, i have no problem with that whatsoever, just wanted to make it clear i write for black girls and boys🍑

✯ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOF READ BECAUSE THIS IS NOT A FIC!✯

Earthy boho Y/n

"Half of us chasin' fountains of youth and it's in the present now"

have you ever wanted to swim next to a waterfall naked, or frolic in fields as the sun beams down? have you ever danced in your livingroom with a blunt in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other?

this is y/n.

she's a earthy girl, finding joy in the simple things in life, finding joy in the heart and soul. you can always find her wearing some shade of green, brown, or orange. you often might find a crystal in her pocket or even in her hair. her whole body is usually decked out in jewelry. beaded bracelets on her writs, obnoxious rings on her fingers, multiple piercings on her nose and in her ears, beads on her waists, anklets, and even toe rings!

the curly brown tresses that sit on top of her head are usually in its natural form, or being protected by locs or some form of knotless braids. when she gets lazy she throws it into a puff and wraps one of her many silk scarfs around it.

she likes to do yoga and meditate in the early mornings before the world wakes up, followed by a quick smoke session and painting.

although you can often find her alone, blasting neo soul or her guilty pleasure genre (pop), she hates it. she hates being alone because being alone means you are left with your thoughts and she hates her thoughts. they can be so mean sometimes and she doesn't understand why.

shes soft spoken, never raising her voice or cussing anyone out. she doesn't see the need to act like that when everything can be talked out.

She has a brown cat named Janelle meow-net (named after Janelle Monet).

songs:

"my love, do you ever dream of, candy-coated raindrops" ☆ candy rain

"Brown liquor, brown sugar, brown face Black skin, black Benz, black plays" ☆ almeda

"Read my mind, free my mind, feed my mind, make sense" ☆ purity

Princess Y/n

"Raw bitch, ain't never been a groupie"

her daddy is baldheaded....meaning she has never heard the word no in her life. the few times she has been told no by her dad or her boyfriend at the time... lets just say it got uglier than amy scheumer. shes spoiled and she doesn't see anything wrong with it. why would she? she is a princess after all.

she has the face and smile men would go to war and die over. she has the fashion style that has you wanting to raid her closet and drain your bank accounts. there's never a day where she doesn't look good.

her hair, nails, and toes are ALWAYS done. and i mean always.

she hates getting dirty. meaning, dont ask her to do any hard labor. she refuses to get dirt on her hands or even break a nail. she (her dad) paid good money to get her hair done and she will fight to keep that lace melted and laid.

it's usually her dad who is supplying her shopping addiction and making sure she's pampered and well off. if it's not her dad, its whoever shes talking to at the moment. speaking of whoever shes talking to... she doesn't see her self as a player by any means, but she does talk to multiple guys at once. if they can do it, why can't she? shes just a girl having fun and she does not care what anyone has to say about it.

she may seem like a mean girl (she wears pink everyday, not just Wednesday) with her resting bitchface and a mouth that always talks shit, but she truly is a big baby. she loves love, is a girls girl, and hypes everyone up. shes always giving to people, whether its clothes, bags, makeup, or even money. she has a big heart and wants everyone to be happy.

songs:

"I taste like sugar but ain't a damn thing sweet bitch" ☆ beatin down yo block

"im pretty than a motherfucker hoes be looking ok." ☆ ok

"Penthouse suite, sitting pretty by the pool" ☆ pretty girls

MUA Y/n

"No makeup on, and I could still take your place, lil' bitch"

yall ever see someone with nice skin and know they never had a pimple a day in their life? or have you ever met someone whos makeup is always beat to the gods and not a lash is out of place?

yeah that lucky person in y/n.

she has her makeup and skincare routines down packed. so down packed shes able to do it with her eyes closed.

she's so into her craft, she could tell you what you need for your skin or what makeup would suit you best by one look. shes a girls girl, never judging anyone and always willing to help.

you want a new foundation? say less shes giving you at least five options and giving you multiple reasons as to why she picked that one. want to learn how to do winged liner? grab your liquid liner and get ready to learn because she is going to teach you until you get it right.

she loves the beauty world and everything that has to come with it, always picking up the newest products and testing them out. shes not a beauty influencer, but she does post on tiktok for fun, not caring about followers or pr.

she works at ulta (that discount helps her out A LOT), but still finds herself in the gloomy lighting of sephora. her makeup room (yes...she has one) is filled to the brim with different types of makeup and skincare products. she has drawers on drawers of eyeshadow pallets, concealers, setting powders, blush, etc in that room. she often lets her friends come over and raid the room because in reality, she knows shes never going to use everything.

songs:

"bad bitch im the bar, alien superstar" ☆ alien superstar

"I ain't one of them hoes who look better in they pictures (facts) Face like a model (what?), body like a stripper" ☆ conceited

"Bitch I'm fine Slim waist, pretty face, he know I'm a dime" ☆ beatin down yo block

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Season 1, Episode 20 - Dead Man’s Blood

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

The trio are sat inside a diner, Dean looking through the newspaper for any cases while Sam scans the internet for any hits. Y/N is finishing up the last of her pancakes. They're currently staying at Y/N's safehouse in Indiana to save on cash for motel rooms. She's happy she can finally ride Quinn again, having missed her girl for so many months.

"Dude, not a decent lead in all of Indiana. What do you got?" Dean asks Sam, sighing in frustration as he rests the paper down. "Well, I've been scanning Illinois, Kentucky, Ohio " Sam informs them. "Here, a woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived" He reads an article aloud. "Sounds more That's Incredible! than Twilight Zone" Y/N says, sipping her coffee.

"Yeah" Sam sighs. "Hey, you know we uh, we could just keep heading east" Dean suggest. "New York? Upstate? You could stop by and see Sarah again, huh?" He says suggestively to his brother. Sam shakes his head at his brothers need to have him hook up, "She's a cool gal, man. Smoking" Y/N says wolf whistling. Dean nods in agreement.

"You two seem pretty friendly, what do you say?" Dean asks him, Y/N smirks at the thought of Sam and Sarah. She liked Sarah for him, she's fearless, determined and would make a hell of a hunter. Sam chuckles, "Yeah, I don't know. Maybe somebody. But in the meantime, we got a lot of work to do guys. You know that" He puts it simply.

They both sigh, "Yeah, you're right. What else do you got?" Y/N asks Sam. "Uh...Manning Colorado. A local man by the name of Daniel Elkins was found mauled in his home" Sam reads the article aloud. "Elkins? I know that name" Dean says in recognition. "Doesn't ring a bell." Sam says. "Elkins, Elkins, Elkins" Dean mutters to himself.

He pulls out his Dads journal from his bag. "Sounds like the police don't know what to thing. At first they said it was some bear attack, and now they found signs of robbery" Sam explains the report. Y/N looks on as Dean flips through his dads journal. "You think John knew him?" She asks him. "Yeah I think- Holy. Check it out" He turns the journal for Sam and Y/N to see.

Both sat next to each other across from him. Y/N takes the journal as Sam peers over her to read. Written in the journal was, 'D.Elkins' with a Colorado area code. This faces drops, "You think it's the same Elkins?" Sam queries. "It's a Colorado area code." Dean points out. The three share a look. "Check please" Y/N calls out to the waitress to wrap up their meals.

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Manning, Colorado

The Impala and Harley pull up in front of Daniel Elkins house at nightfall, the three young hunters get out and walk up the porch. Y/N kneels down and begins picking the lock as Sam and Dean look out. She pushes the door open after getting it unlocked, the boys following behind with their flashlights. She pulls out her own, shining it in the dark house.

Sam closes the door behind him as Dean and Y/N make their way to the living room that's covered with papers, "Looks like the maid didn't come today" Dean mutters at the state of the room. Sam kneels down when he notices a white dust by the door. Dusting his fingers, he realizes it's salt by the texture.

"Hey, there's salt over here, right inside the door" He calls out to them. Y/N cocks her eyebrow at this as she and Dean sort through some papers on the desk, "You mean like protection-against-demons salt or uh...oops-I-spilled-my-popcorn salt?" She asks. "It's clearly a ring" Sam says. "You think this guys Elkins was a player?" He asks them.

"Definitely" Dean says as he flips through a journal. He shows it to Y/N and her face drops. "That looks a hell of a lot like Dad's" Sam says in shock, peering over their shoulders as Dean flashes his light on the book. "Yeah, except this dates back to the '60s" Y/N points out as he flips through it, pointing to the date written on top.

They look around the house more, stumbling upon a room that's absolutely destroyed. Wood from broken bookshelves scattered on the ground along with glass from windows that were broken in. "What's ever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one" Sam points out. "Looks like he put up a hell of a fight too" Y/N says a bit impressed.

"Yeah" Sam says as they walk into the destroyed room. Dean comes across an empty revolver gun case with 13 slots for bullets. He looks at it curiously as they trifle through the room. Y/N notices some scratches on the flooring, stooping down to get a closer look, she shines her light on it. "You got something, Princess?" Dean asks, stooping next to her.

"I don't know, some scratches on the floor" She tells him. "Death throes, maybe?" Sam suggests. "Yeah, maybe" She sighs, the back of her mind telling her that this isn't right. She reaches onto the table, taking up a blank piece of paper and a pencil from the holder. Resting it down on the floor, she begins to shade the outline of it.

Dean watches on curiously, "Or maybe a message." He says shocked, she hands him the page and he turns it around. Handing it to Sam. "Look familiar?" Dean asks his brother. "Three letters, six digits. The location and combination of a post office box" Sam says in recognition. "It's a Mail Drop" He adds. "Just the way Dad and John does it" Y/N points out.

They follow the trail to the post box, now putting in the combination. Deans eyebrows raise in surprise when it opens, revealing a letter. He takes it out and shows it to Sam and Y/N. Written on it was Y/N's father's initials.

Now back in the Impala, "(father's initials) You think? F/N L/N?" Sam questions from the backseat as Y/N sits in shotgun, the letter in Dean's hand. "I don't know. Should we open it?" She asks the boys. A knocking on the drivers side window scares the living daylights out of them, a familiar man smiling at them, revealed to be Y/N's father. F/N L/N.

"Daddy?" Y/N gasps in shock. He hops in the backseat next to Sam, "Mr. L/N. What are you doing here? Are you alright?" Sam asks him concerned as Y/N stares at him in shock. "Yeah. I'm okay" He says calmly. "Look, I read the news about Daniel. I got here as fast as I could." He explains to them. "Where's dad?" Dean asks him concerned.

"John and I decided it'd be best if only I came since Daniel was a friend of mine and it would be less risky. Can't tell you where he is, sorry" He tells them apologetically, they nod understandably. "I saw you three up at his place" F/N admits to them, their faces drop. "Why didn't you come in, dad?" Y/N finally speaks up. "You know why. Because I had to make sure you weren't followed, by anyone or anything" He states firmly.

"Nice job of covering your tracks, by the way" He commends them. Dean gives a small smile of gratitude, "Yeah, well, we learnt from the best" Dean responds, F/N gives him a proud look. "Wait, so you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy?" Y/N asks her father, not convinced that he risked his and John's safety for a man he's never mentioned once.

Her father was a loyal man with strong morals. But this was way too risky. "Yeah, he was...he was a good man. He taught me a hell of a lot about hunting growing up. He thought John how to journal, but you know, I was always a by-the-head type of man" F/N smirks, tapping his temple.

Dean smirks too at his confidence, having learnt to be cocky from the man himself, "Well, you never mentioned him to us" Y/N says suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at her father. "We had a...We had kind of a falling-out. Me and John hadn't seen him in years" F/N says sadly. Y/N feels a bit bad now but not fully convinced, "I should look at that" He says, gesturing to the letter in Deans hand.

Dean hands it to F/N without hesitation. He opens it and begins to read aloud, "If you're reading this, I'm already dead....." His eyes widen slightly when he reads the last part. "That son of a bitch" He mutters. "What is it?" Dean asks him. "He had it the whole time" F/N shakes his head in disappointment. "Dad, what?" Y/N asks him concerned.

"When you searched the place, did you see a gun? An antique, a colt revolver. Did you see it?" He asks the three young hunters. "Uh, there was an old case, but it was empty" Dean tells him about the case he saw. "Jesus, they have it" F/N groans. "You mean whatever killed Elkins?" Sam asks him. "We gotta pick up the trail" F/N says urgently, jumping out of the Impala.

"Wait, you want us to come with you?" Sam asks him. "If Elkins was telling the truth, we gotta find this gun" F/N leans down at the drivers side window. "The gun? Why?" Y/N asks exasperated. "Because it's important, that's why" F/N says firmly. "Daddy, we don't even know what these things are yet" Y/N tries to reason.

"They were what Daniel Elkins killed best: Vampires." F/N states. The three young hunters faces contort in confusion. "Vampires? I thought there was no such thing" Dean says in shock. "You never even mentioned them, Mr. L/N" Sam adds. "I thought they were extinct. John and I thought Elkins and others had wiped them out" F/N admits, looking down sadly.

"We were wrong" He says in a glum tone. "Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them and neither will a stake to the heart. But the blood lust, that parts true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late." F/N gives them the run down of the vampire lore.

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A woman over the radio satellite speaks as F/N listens on, his head buried in his hands. The three young hunters are currently asleep on their respective beds while F/N listens to the satellite for any feedback. "Unit 22, let me confirm. Mile marker 41, abandoned car. You need a work up?" The woman asks. "Copy that. Possible 207. Better get Forensics out here" A man responds.

F/N turns the satellite radio off, picking up his jacket. "Y/N, Sam, Dean. Let's go" He nudges the three kids awake. "Mmhmm" Dean responds sleepily. "I picked up a police call" F/N tells them, putting on his leather jacket. "What happened?" Sam asks him, sleep potent in his voice, as Dean pushes himself from his bed yawning and rubbing his eyes. Y/N doing the same.

"A couple called 911, found a body in the street. Cops got there and everyone was missing. It's vampires" He states. "How do you know?" Y/N questions, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "Just follow me, okay?" He orders, Sam following behind him out the door. Y/N scoffs, rolling her eyes at his authoritative tone. "Vampires. Gets funnier everytime I hear it" Dean scoffs to himself. "Tell me about it" Y/N chuckles in agreement.

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Sam, Dean and Y/N are waiting by their vehicles on the squad car filled stretch, as F/N goes to find out what happened from the police, posing as an officer. "I don't see why we couldn't have gone with him" Y/N scoffs in annoyance. Dean gives her a look of disbelief, "Don't tell me it's starting already" He groans.

"What's starting?" She asks him confused. Looking over at Sam, he gives her a knowing look. She just shakes her head as F/N approaches. "What do you got?" Dean asks him. "It was them, alright. Looks like they're heading west. We have to double back, get around that detour" F/N explains to them.

Y/N narrows her eyes at her father, "How can you be so sure?" She asks pensively. "Y/N" Dean says in a warning tone, her rebellious attitude against her father resurfacing. "I just wanna know if we're going in the right direction" She defends, looking back at her father. "We are" F/N insists.

"How do you know?" She presses. He gives her a look before digging into his jacket pocket, he takes something out and hands it to Dean. He examines it, "It's a...vampire fang" Dean points out. "No fangs, teeth. A second set descends when they attack" F/N tells him, he turns back to his daughter. "Any more questions?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at her, similar to the way she does.

Like father like daughter, Y/N rolls her tongue against her top teeth, her arms crossed against her chest, not bothering to answer, she doesn't look at him. "Alright, let's get out of here, we're losing daylight" He instructs the three young hunters. Y/N moves to hop on her bike, doubling back in shock when her father says this after taking a look at Quinn.

"Hey Y/N, why don't you touch up your bike before you get rust. I wouldn't have given you the damn thing if I thought you were gonna ruin it" F/N says in a shady tone as he walks back to his truck that's parked a little distance from them, his back turnt to them. Her angry gaze snaps in her fathers direction, going to let one rip on him, she takes a step forward.

The boys are in disbelief by F/N's words, they notice her aggression rise at the mention of her beloved bike being tarnished by her fathers words. Dean quickly grabs her from around her waist, holding her back with Sam's help, clamping the palm over his hand over her mouth. "MHMSHSJSMSMHJMHM!" Is all she could muster up as Deans hands covers her mouth and Sam holds her back with all their might.

Damn this girl is stronger than I thought, Dean thinks to himself. "Relax, Princess" He whispers soothingly into her ear, her back pressed against his tshirt clad chest, Sam moves infront of her, holding her in place. "It's not worth it" Sam pleads with her, a look of pity on his face, his hands on her shoulders, knowing those words really hurt her, especially coming from her father.

Y/N relaxes a bit at Deans touch, her mind still swirling with anger. "I'm gonna take my hand off of your mouth, but only if you promise to behave" Dean says firmly. Her gazes snaps back to him, fury in her eyes. The anger radiating off of her lowkey scared Dean, "Please" He pleads, pouting his lip a bit. She huffs in annoyance through his hand, nodding in agreement.

Dean takes his hand off of her mouth as Sam sighs in relief that Y/N didn't tackle him to get to her father. "One more word like that out of him. Not you two" She gestures between the boys, then pointing to the sky, "not even God himself will stop me from giving him a piece of my mind" She grits her teeth at them, pointing angrily in her fathers direction, his back turnt to them, still walking to his truck.

Unaware of all that's happening behind him. Her father jumps into his Sierra, Dean and Sam jump in the Impala, Sam driving this round and she jumps on her Harley. The three vehicles make their way down the stretch.

The two brothers converse as they drive down the stretch, Y/N taking the lead, driving behind her as her father follows behind them. "Vampires nest in groups of 8 to 10. Smaller packs are sent out to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest. The pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks" Dean reads aloud.

"I wonder if that's what happened to that 911 couple" He thinks out loud. "That's probably what f/n is thinking" Sam says. "Course it would he nice if he told us what he thinks" Sam adds annoyed, agreeing with Y/N, still mad about what her father said to her. Dean looks over at Sam surprised, "Not you too man" He groans. "What?" Sam asks.

"Man. We've been looking for our dads all year. Now f/n is here and he knows where dad is. We're out with f/n for more than a couple hours and there's static already? Y/N is already on board to give him a piece of her mind" Dean states the obvious.

"If both our dads were here, I'd be scared for MY life because you'd be going head to head with dad and Y/N would be trying not to claw at her fathers eyeballs" Dean huffs in frustration. "No. Look, I'm happy they're okay, alright? I'm happy we're all working together and I miss dad like hell." Sam sighs.

"Well, good" Dean cuts him off. Sam sighs, "It's just, they treat us like we're children." Sam begins, Dean rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Oh, God" He groans. "He barks orders at us, Dean. Dad does the exact same thing. They expect us to follow them without question. They keep us on some crap need-to-know deal" Sam argues defensively.

Right now Sam's the voice for both him and Y/N and he's gonna stand his ground. "They do what they do for a reason" Dean snaps back. "What reason?" Sam asks annoyed. "Our job!" Dean retorts, Sam scoffing. "There's no time to argue. There's no margin for error, alright? It's just the way those old men run things" Dean defends John and F/N.

"Yeah, well maybe that worked when we were kids, but not anymore. Alright? Not after everything me, you and y/n have been through" Sam says. "I mean, are you telling me you're cool with just falling into line, letting f/n run the whole show?" Sam asks ironically, knowing his brother hates the idea deep down.

Dean doesn't answer as Sam gives him a knowing look. "If that's what it takes" Dean says firmly. Sam looks at his brother in disbelief by his answer.

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Hours later, still driving down the stretch. Deans is on the phone with f/n, "Yes, sir. Alright, got it" Dean hangs up the phone. Dialing to call Y/N. "What was that about?" Sam asks. "We gotta pull off at the next exit" Dean tells him. "Why?" Sam asks. "Because f/n thinks we've got the vampires trail" He tells him, putting the phone on speaker.

This isn't gonna end well, Sam thinks to himself. Dean calls Y/N, who answers through her headphones that are jacked in her ear as she drives at a moderate speed down the stretch. "Hey charming" She answers. "Hey, princess. Pull over at the next exit" He tells her through the speaker. "Why?" She asks confused. "Because your dad thinks we've hit the vampires' trail" Dean informs her.

"How?" She grits her teeth angrily, her tone enraged. Deans eyebrows cock at her tone, looking over at Sam nervously. "I don't know. He didn't say" He tells her shakily. The anger gets the best of her, revving her engine. She swerves her bike in a swift motion at a 45 degree angle in the middle of the road. Blocking the Impala and her fathers truck from passing.

Sam's face drops when Y/N does this, putting the car in park. "Ah crap, here we go." Dean mutters as he looks on. She takes off her helmet, resting it down harshly on her bike. The boys quickly get out of the impala. Y/N's chest heaves with fury, marching up to her father, "Y/N!" Her fathers voice bellows. "We need to talk" She says angrily, getting into his face.

"About what?" F/N matches her tone, "About everything!" She exclaims, Dean stands between the two of them as Sam looks on, a worried look on his face. The entire situation reminding him of his own father. "Where are we going, dad? What's the big deal about this gun?" She asks infuriated. "Y/n/n, come on. We can Q&A after we kill all the vampires" Dean pleads, trying to deescalate the situation.

The habit of parting fights between Y/N and F/N and Sam and John was all too familiar. "Dean's right. We don't have time for this" F/N says plainly. "Last time we saw you and John. You two said it was too dangerous to be together." She begins. Dean looks to his brother for help, Sam takes a step forward but Y/N puts her hand up warningly, narrowing her eyes at him before turning back to her father.

Sam puts his hands up in surrender and takes a step back, understanding she needed to let this out. "Now, out of the blue, you need our help! Now obviously something big is going down and we wanna know what!" She angrily rants, demanding to know the truth as her fathers eyes flash with anger, he doesn't allow it to take him over and simply says, "Get back on your bike" In a authoritative tone.

"No" She scoffs. "I said, get back on the damn bike" F/N tone is low, getting up closer in her face. "Yeah, and I said no" She grits her teeth, standing her ground. "Alright, you made your point, warrior princess." Dean puts his hand between the father and daugther who are glaring at each other. "Look, we're all tired. We can talk about this later" Sam finally chimes in, pleadingly.

"Sweetheart, we mean it. Come on" Dean pleads gently, grabbing her by her hand to guide her back to her bike. "This is why I left in the first place" She mutters to Dean, loud enough for her father to hear. "What'd you say?" F/N's tone is deadly, "You heard me" Y/N says harshly, turning back to her father.

"Yeah. You ran away. You left me, Dean and John after Sam went to college. We needed you." F/N spits angrily, getting back into her face. "You ran away, y/n. You ran away!" He yells, tears welling at her eyes. "Stop it, both of you!" Dean yells pleadingly. "Please, let's just go to a motel and get some sleep. We're all tired!" Sam tries to reason, both boys trying to hold Y/N back.

She snatches her hands from their grips, and then pushes her father by his chest. Her heart aching as the memories of the night she left home. "You're the one who said, 'Don't come back if you go out there on your own, don't call, don't text, pretend I'm dead'! You're the one who closed that door, dad! Not me!" She seethes, her voice cracking as she stabs her pointer finger in his chest.

"You were just pissed off, you couldn't control me anymore!" Y/N finally raises her voice, shouting in her fathers face. F/N snatches her by her shirt. A rage takes Dean over at this sight, causing him to step in the way quickly, grabbing Y/N by her waist, pulling her back. "Listen. Stop it. Stop it! That's enough!" Dean yells at them, ripping her out of her fathers angry grip.

Her father doesn't back down but Dean glares at him, keeping Y/N behind him, his eyes shooting daggers. "That means you too" Dean snaps at her father. He's shocked by this, "Excuse me?" F/N gasps in shock glaring at Dean as Y/N marches back to her bike, grabbing her helmet, she restarts her ignition. Dean watches desperately as she snaps her helmet on, her body shaking as she sobs while straddling her bike. The sight of Y/N crying absolutely tearing his heart apart.

Sam goes over to comfort her, he helps her take her helmet off, which she refuses but he pries it away from her. Y/N turns her head away but Sam grabs her by her chin with his fingers to look at him. She looks at Sam with tear-filled eyes, her best friends heart aching at the sight of the woman he calls his little sister in tears. She rests her head against Sam's shoulder as she empties her tear ducts onto his shirt.

"I'm so sorry y/n/n" Sam whispers to her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into a his chest. She shakes her head sobbing, "You have nothing to be sorry for Sammy, just hold me" She cries. "He's my father. And I love him so much, but gosh-" She sobs harder, clutching onto his shirt, her strokes her hair, shushing her gently. His chin resting right above her head.

Meanwhile, Sam is prying the helmet from Y/N, Dean turns back to F/N with a pissed off gaze, "All due respect, sir. You nor dad were here for the past year. You guys up and left to find the thing that killed our moms. And trust me I get it" His tone wavers while he points at her father angrily. "But you weren't here when your own daughter was dying!" He snaps, all the color draining from F/N's face.

"She got electrocuted when we were on a hunt. It triggered a massive heart attack. The doctors said she only had weeks to live" Dean explains, his nostril flaring, tears welling up in his eyes at the memories of a sick and dying Y/N, hopeless in that hospital bed.

"Had it not been for me and Sam who hauled her ass against her will cross-country to some faith healer in a damn tent. That beautiful kindhearted daughter of yours, who you don't seem appreciate, wouldn't be here today! By the grace of god, she got healed. When I told her that you didn't bother to call back after I begged for you and dad to come. She was devastated. But Y/N being Y/N, pretended it didn't affect her. But I know, deep down..." Dean points to his heart.

"It struck her right here" He spits angrily. "You.Weren't.There. She has every damn right to be pissed at you right now. So how about we all finish this case, and you can go back into hiding with Dad. How's that?" Dean finishes scoffing, going over Sam and Y/N. Her father stands there stunned at Deans rebuttal, absolutely speechless. His eyes wide with shock. Dean was never a kid to talkback or be disobedient. Her father felt ashamed, guilty, angry at himself that he wasn't there.

Determined to make this right, he does as Dean says, jumping into his truck. He pulls out his pack of cigarettes from his glove compartment, taking out one of the the sticks. He brings it to his lips, flicking his lighter on. He drags from the tobacco filled spliff. Blowing out a shaky breath, the anger slowly leaving his body.

"Hey, hey, heyy" Deans tone is gentle, as he approaches her. Going to the other side of Y/N's bike, she instantly moves from Sam over to Dean, clutching onto him. Dean gives his brother a look that says, 'I've got this'. Sam nods understandably, walking back to the Impala. "I've got you, princess. I've got you" He whispers in her ear comfortingly as she sniffles.

"He loves you, you know?" He tells her gently, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. He noticed the broken guilty look on F/N's face when he went snapped at him about Y/N dying. She chuckles humorlessly, "At this point, I don't know" She shakes her head. "Maybe these obvious daddy issues would make for a good tell-all book one day" She jokes, laughing lightly. Dean shakes his head, smiling at the fact that even in this situation.

Y/N found a way to make a joke and laugh about it with her ray of sunshine ass. His eyes dazzled with admiration at the woman he was so hopelessly in love with, sniffling yet laughing in his arms. "If you add the monster hunting part, people will think you're nuts... but then again. You are" He retorts jokingly.

She punches his shoulder lightly, laughing even more. A genuine smile taking over her face. "There's that gorgeous smile I was missing" Deans tone is adoring, wiping the last tear that was on her cheek away with his thumb. A slight warmth rushes to her face at his comment, her heart skipping a beat.

Her father looks on from his truck as Dean comforts Y/N, a small content smile on his face as he blows the smoke out from the corner of his lips. The fact that Dean lived up to his word, always there for his daughter. Standing up for her even when her back was turnt, he couldn't help but respect it. Respect Dean for it. As much as he was angry right now, it warmed his heart to see her smile even in this daft moment.

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The next morning, they're all outside of the barn that they vampires are hiding out in, hidden in the bushes. "Son of a bitch." Dean mutters in shock as they look on at the vampires walking into the house. "So they're really not afraid of the sun?" He asks F/N. "Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill them is by beheading" F/N explains.

"And yeah, they sleep during the day. Doesn't mean they won't wake up" He adds. "So I guess walking right in is not our best option" Y/N mumbles. "Actually, that's the plan" F/N responds, a smirk on his face. The three young hunters look at him confused.

Dean opens the trunk to the Impala to begin trifling through it for weapons as F/N clicks the remote on his automatic truck panel, a case opening from the rear. Packed filled with all sorts of guns and weapons. Y/N is to the other side of his truck, getting rounds of ammo just in case. "Hey, F/N. I've got an extra machete if you need one" Dean says, showing him the machete.

F/N takes the blade cover revealing a shiny serrated machete with a leather holder off of his own, "I think I'm okay. Thanks" He says dryly. "Wow, nice" Dean responds impressed. "You're really sucking up after going off on him huh?" Sam mutters to his brother, snickering a bit. Dean looks over at Sam shocked, "You heard that?" He asks him. "A little bit, don't worry. Y/N was too busy sobbing to hear you" Sam ensures him, smirking a bit.

Dean glares at him, elbowing his brother in his ribs, making him chuckle a bit more. Sam knew Dean loves Y/N, and he knows Y/N loves Dean. Hearing the snippets of his brother standing up to F/N for not being there for his daughter, after Deans whole life was spent worshipping the ground F/N and John walked on, he was proud of his brother for sticking up for the woman he loved.

Y/N emerges from the side of the truck, stuffing her gun in the back of her pants. "I'll take it" Y/N gestures to the machete. "Sure, here" Dean says, handing it to her. "So....you kids really wanna know about this Colt?" F/N suddenly says. They look over at him, a bit of an awkward tension in the air. "Yes, sir" Sam responds. F/N sighs,

"It's just a story. A legend, really. Well, I thought it was. I never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter" He begins. "Back in 1835, when Haley's Comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo, they say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a Hunter. A people like us, only on a horseback. The story goes, he made 13 bullets. This hunter. Used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. Until somehow, Daniel hit his hands on it. They say...." F/N trails off, taking a deep breath.

He looks back up at the three young hunters, "They say this gun can kill anything" He finishes. Realization dawns on them, "Kill anything like supernatural anything?" Dean asks F/N. "Like the demon" Sam voices their thoughts. "Yeah, the demon" F/N confirms. "Ever since John picked up its trail....we've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun, we may have it" He finishes.

Sam, Dean and Y/N are speechless. They might actually have a chance at killing the thing that killed their moms. It felt surreal.

They eventually found a back entrance into the barn, they slowly open it, getting in quickly. One by one, they step down from the haystack. Dean closes the door behind them. They creep in slowly to see a bunch of vampires asleep all about. Some in hammocks, some on the ground. At least 10 by the time they counted.

Dean goes to duck underneath one of the hammocks, accidentally knocking down a glass. He jumps, wielding his machete but luckily. The vamp didn't wake up.

F/N walks through the barn and stumbles on a room. Inside was a couple fast asleep, presumably the head vampire and his mate.

Back outside, Y/N discovers an unconscious young woman tied to a pillar in the barn. Blood on her shirt, "Fellas" She whispers to draw Sam and Deans attention to the unconscious woman.

F/N slowly makes his way down the stairs of the couples room, making sure not to wake them. But they begin stirring in their sleep, making him holt in position.

Y/N begins to untie the young woman when a rattling noise in the back draws their attention. "There's more" Dean whispers, getting up, he slowly makes way to check. He comes upon a case with people inside, a deadlock bolting them in. Sam and Y/N untie the girl as Dean takes a hook to unhook the deadlock.

He quickly snaps it out, making a noise. The other vampires stir a bit in their sleeps. Mumbling but not waking up.

F/N sees the Colt on the vampire's nightstand, moving closer and closer to it.

"Hey..." Y/N whispers to the young woman who begins who regain consciousness. "Hey, hey. Shh, we're here to help you" Sam tells her gently, his tone above a whisper. The woman then begins screaming, "NOOO!!!" In an animalistic tone. Awakening everyone, including the vamp leader in the room.

Sam and Y/N back up surprised, wielding their machete. "Sam! Y/N!" Dean yells.

F/N is startled by the growl from outside, the vamp leader waking up to see him there. He grabs F/N and throws him into the wall with inhumane strength. F/N quickly picks up a bottle of scotch that was on the ground and throws it at the window, allowing the sunlight to pour in. The vampires shield themselves in pain.

He runs out of the room in a flash, "Kids! Run!" He instructs the young hunters. They oblige, all running out vampires run after them. When they make it outside in the open by their vehicles, Y/N notices her father isn't outside yet. "Daddy?! Daddy?!" She yells panicked. Her panic subsides when F/N emerges from the house, running back to the vehicles.

"They won't follow. They'll wait till tonight. Once a vampire has gets your scent, it's for life" He tells them. "What the hell do we do now?" Y/N asks him. "You gotta find the nearest funeral home. That's what" He tells them. They look at him confused but oblige, listening to him.

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"They shouldn't be taking this long. I should go help" Y/N says nervously pacing the room. Sam and Dean went to go get blood from the funeral home per her fathers request. Now in the motel room with her dad, the tension is deafening. "They've got it" F/N assures her, dusting the ash into the tray the window as he's smoking.

She doesn't answer, sighing. "Y/n/n..." F/N begins. "Yeah?" She turns to him, holting in her tracks. He pats the empty chair across from him the window, she sighs, taking a seat reluctantly. "You still smoke?" He asks his daughter. "Yes, sir" She responds nodding. He then takes out his pack of Dunhill, offering her one.

She looks at him in confusion. She's never smoked in front of her father but it was a known fact that she did. "Light one up with your old man" He shrugs, offering her a small smile. She sighs, handing him his pack back. Then pulling out her pack from her bag, Dunhill Switch. "I can't smoke that kind." She shakes her pack, nodding to his.

He nods understandably, stuffing it back into his pocket as she bursts the bubble in the bud, lighting her own. "How are you my daughter? I can't smoke that minty shit" He huffs jokingly. "That shit" She points to his plain cigarette. "Is like practically licking the bottom of this ashtray" She points to the ashtray. F/N shakes his head at his daughter snark, chuckling. He then sighs, getting serious.

"I've never told you this...but... the day you were born, you know what I did?" He says to her, dusting his ash out the window. "No" She responds dryly, blowing the smoke out the corner of her mouth. "I put a hundred bucks into a savings account for you. John did the same thing for Sam and Dean after Sam was born. Gave him the idea" He chuckles as Y/N listens intently.

"It was a college fund. And every month, I'd put in another $100 until...." He admits, trailing off, indicating he was talking about when his wife, y/n's mother died. He sighs, "Anyway, my point is, baby, that this was never the life that I wanted for you" F/N tells her. "I was born to do this either way you like it dad" Y/N responds in a gruff tone, taking a drag from her cigarette.

"You gotta understand something...After Mary passed. And then your mother. All I saw was evil. Everywhere. And all I cared about- All me and John cared about was...was keeping you and those boys alive" F/N says genuinely. Y/N feels her heart pang at the mention of her mother, taking another drag. "I wanted you...prepared. Ready." He adds, clearing his throat.

"See, somewhere along the line, I-uh.....I stopped being your father. And I- I became your-...drill sergeant" He admits shamefully. Y/N sighs, dusting the ash into the tray, she studies the stick inbetween her fingers, not daring to look him in the eye. "So when you said that you were tired of me breathing down your neck and you wanted to hunt on your own. All I could think about, my only thought was...that you were gonna be alone...vulnerable" His voice cracks.

Y/N's face drops, guilt taking her over. "Baby, it just— I hated the fact that you and me were so similar because, fuck-" He huffs, chuckling humorlessly. "I'm a hot fucking mess" He chuckles more, tears welling up in his eyes. Y/N chuckles tearfully, a smile breaking out in her face. "You're not a mess, daddy" She assured her father, tears threatening to fall.

"If anything, you thought me how to ground myself. And not let my feelings get in the way of the hunt. Emotionally detach myself and get the job done. And damn- I can handle a gun almost as good as you" She smiles blinking back her tears, her father smiles sadly. "Those feelings wouldn't have anything to do with a certain someone, now would it?" F/N asks her suggestively, cocking his eyebrow.

"Huh?" She asks him confused, taking a drag from her cigarette. "So you aren't sweet on Dean?" F/N puts it bluntly, a slight smirk on his face. Her eyes widen in shock, choking on the smoke in her lungs. "Woah! Easy there champ" F/N laughs at her reaction, patting her daughters back.

"Dad!" She exclaims embarrassed, covering her face that's turning beet red. "I am not sweet on, Dean" She denies it relentlessly afraid of what her father might think if he actually knew that she was hopelessly inlove with Dean. F/N just shrugs, knowing she was full of crap. "Whatever you say, baby" He chuckles, not convinced.

"He sure seems sweet on you" He adds plainly, taking a drag. Her heart was ready to fall out of her chest, "Bullshit" She scoffs shaking her head. He puts his hands up in surrender, "I'm not against it. But you'll always be my baby" He smiles. "I know daddy" She nods, returning the smile. A thought ran across her mind,

"Hey, Dad? Whatever happened to our college funds?" She asks curiously. Her father smirks, "Me and John spent it on ammo" F/N admits. This makes Y/N burst into laughter along with F/N. The two laughing hysterically as the door opens, Sam and Dean walking in. She crushes her bud in the ashtray, the two boys surprised to see the father and daughter duo laughing.

"Well the place didn't burn down, that's a good sign" Sam jokes. "Shut up" Y/N chuckles, rolling her eyes. "Is that a chuckle I hear?" Sam cups his hand to his ear, pretending to be listening. "I think we might be in heaven, Dean" He nudges his brother. Dean smirks. "I think so, Sammy" He responds, snickering. Y/N scoffs, throwing a cushion from the chair at them. "Alright, enough jokes. You boys get it?" F/N asks them.

"Whew. Man, some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys" Dean says, a smug smile on his face. He then pulls out a paper bag from his jacket. Handing it to Y/N, she takes it. Opening the bag, she pulls out a jar of blood. F/N grins proudly, flicking his cigarette out the window, she hands it to him. "You know what to do" He says to the three hunters knowingly, resting it down on the window still.

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It's now nightfall again and Dean is currently hunched over the hood of the Impala trying to 'fix' something that went wrong with his engine. "Car trouble?" A woman's voice draws him out of his concentration. He turns around to see a strange woman with a coy smile on her face. "Let me give you a lift, take you back to my face" Kate, the woman, says in a flirtatious tone, walking closer to Dean.

He had to stop himself from cringing from disgust at her tone. A smirk rises on his face, "Nah, I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia" Dean snarkily retorts, a smug smile on his face. "Ooohh" Kate smirks before backhanding him hard, knocking him off his feet.

Meanwhile, Sam, Y/N and F/N were hiding in the bushes. Concealed by the darkness, they're wielding crossbows and arrows. Her arrow drenched in the blood that the boys got from the funeral home. Y/N chest heaves when the woman backhands Dean. She's ready to shoot her arrow Dean but F/N stops her. "Not yet, there's more where she came from. Give it a second" He whispers to her. Y/N nods obliging.

Dean groans in pain from the punch as two men approach from behind Kate. She then grabs Dean roughly by his face, lifting him off his feet and into the air above her head with inhumane strength. He groans in pain, "I don't normally get this friendly till the second date but..." He comments sarcastically, chuckling painfully.

"You know, we could have some fun" Kate giggles darkly. Lowering him down to her eye level. "I always like to make new friends" She bites her lip seductively before bringing Dean closer to her, attaching her lips to his. Kate moans as they kiss and the two men, who seem to be her accomplices, watch with pleased faces.

Y/N grips onto her crossbow as she watches this, shaking with anger at the sight. Sam and F/N look at her with raised eyebrows when they notice her shaking. "Can I shoot the bitch now?" She grits her teeth angrily. F/N gives Sam a nod, "On three" Sam whispers.

After Kate detaches her lips from Dean, "Ugh, sorry. Don't really stay with a chick that long. Definitely not eternity" Dean counters with snark. That's when the arrows come shooting, Y/N aims immediately for Kate while Sam and F/N shoot at the two men. Kates grip loosens on Dean and he's back on his feet.

"Damn it" Kate groans in annoyance as the three hunters emerge from the bushes. Y/N glaring at Kate with deadly daggers. "Barely even stings" She tells at them cockily. F/N smirks, "Give it time, sweetheart. Arrows soaked in dead man's blood." F/N retorts, Kates dark smile dropping. "It's like poison to you, isn't it?" Y/N clap backs sassily.

A satisfied smile spreads on her face when Kate falls to the ground unconscious. "Load her up. I'll take care of these two" F/N instructs Dean, who picks up an unconscious Kate tosses her in the backseat. F/N then gives Sam and Y/N a nod to head back to the their vehicles. They do so as F/N wields his machete, drawing it back, he decapitates the first vampire in a swift motion. Blood splattering on his jacket before moving onto the next.

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They're all now hiding in the woods. "Toss these on the fire" F/N hands Dean a bag of rags, after making a bonfire. "Saffron, skunks cabbage and trillium. It'll block our scent and hers, until we're ready" He explains to them. They all cough and gag at the strong scent of the rags, "Jesus dad, this stuff stinks" Y/N gags, covering her nose.

"That's the idea. Dust your clothes with the ashes and you stand a chance at not being detected" He instructs them. "You sure they'll come after her?" Sam asks him, gesturing to Kate who's bounded to a tree, moaning in pain from the dead man's blood. "Yeah. Vampires mate for life. She means more to the leader than the gun." F/N informs them.

"But the blood sickness is gonna wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time" He adds. "Half hour ought to do it" Sam responds. "Then, I want you three out of the area as fast as you can" F/N tells them. "But-" Y/N stutters. "F/N. You can't take care of all of them yourself" Dean warns him.

"I'll get her. And the Colt" F/N nods towards Kate. "But after, we're gonna meet up, right? Use the gun together" Y/N asks him, but he looks down, not answering. "Right?" She asks again, he looks away, still not answering. The boys faces drop. Y/N getting irritated, "You're leaving again, aren't you?" She grits her teeth, shaking her head.

"You and John still wanna go after the demon by yourselves" Y/N adds, trying to not let her anger get the best of her. Her father looks at her with guilt written all over his face, "You know, I don't get you. You get treat us like this" Y/N argues. "Like what?" F/N retorts. "Like children" She counters.

"You are my child. And I know Sam and Dean, you aren't my kids. But I love you boys like my own sons. I'm trying to keep you all safe" F/N defends. Sam and Y/N nostrils flare in anger as Dean rolls his eyes, "Mr. L/N, all due respect again, but uhh that's a bunch of crap" Dean says plainly.

Sam and Y/N's gaze snap to him in shock at his back talk. "Excuse me?" F/N says baffled. "You know what Sammy, Y/N/N and I have been hunting. Hell you and Dad sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. But you can't be worried about keeping us safe" Dean chuckles ironically, no humor in his tone.

"You know, I don't like this tone you're picking up" F/N clenches his jaw, getting up closer to Dean who backs back. Y/N immediately puts herself between the two men. "Oh no. Uh-uh. Not happening." She growls, glaring at her father. F/N sighs, "It's not the same, kids" He huffs.

"Then what is it? Why do you want us out of the big fight?" Dean asks him. "It's because this demon is a bad son of a bitch" F/N says in a sad tone. "I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keeping you guys alive. Me and John have to face this alone" He adds calmly. "You guys mean you can't be as reckless" Dean calls him out on his bullshit.

"Look..." F/N sighs. "I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece" He says honestly, the three young hunters listen intently. He turns to his daughter, "Your mothers death..." He then turns to Sam and Dean, "And your mothers death..." He says softly. "It almost killed me and John. And speaking on his behalf, we can't just watch our children die too, we won't" His voices cracks when he says this.

Tears welling up in his eyes, Y/N could feel her heart breaking at the sound of her father's voice. "What happens if you die? Daddy...what happens if you die and we could've done something about it" Y/N asks him. Her father doesn't answer, looking down. A single tear falling from his eye, down his cheek.

"You know, I've been thinking, I...maybe Sammy and y/n/n are right about this one. We should all do this together. We call dad, get him down here and do this together" Dean insists, Sam and Y/N nodding in agreement. "Our families are stronger together. We just are. And you know it. Both you and Dad know it" Dean tries to reason with him, adamant on the fact.

F/N sighs, looking back up at the three young hunters. "We're running out of time." He says plainly. "You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order" Deans head drops at F/N's tone, laced with authority to the point he can't argue any further.

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After leaving Sam, Dean and Y/N behind with the order to kill all vampires back at the barn. F/N is driving his truck, Kate in the front seat starts to regain consciousness. He looks over at her with a grim expression. His eyes widen when he notices a pair of headlights in his rearview mirror.

Dean and Y/N creep around the side of the barn. They peep their heads up to see a vampire by the haystack drinking. Dean picks up an empty beer bottle that was disposed of and tosses it across the room, the glass shattering. The vampires ear cock up at the sound, scanning the room for any familiar scents or sounds.

Dean creeps up behind him, the vampire turning around in shock. "Boo" He smirks before drawing back his machete quickly, decapitating the vampire.

Y/N rushes over to the cage with humans the vampires had locked up. "Told you we'd come back" Dean says besides her to the humans, before picking the lock on the cage and ripping it off.

F/N steps on it, driving down the road at nearly 60 miles per hour. He's stunned when he realizes the road is blocked by four vampires and their car. Mashing the brakes, he puts the truck in park. "Get out!" Luther, Kates mate, the vampire pack leader, orders him.

F/N does so, opening his door and steps out of the truck. "Who are you?" Luther asks him. "Name's L/N" He answers dryly. "Where are you friends?" Luther further questions. F/N smirks, "Cleaning out your nest" Luther's cocky smile drops. "Where's Kate?" He grits his teeth at F/N.

"Come here, sweetheart" F/N hauls the rope from the truck that Kates tied up with. Pulling her out, he presses his machete to her neck. Luther is fuming with anger, "Kate, you alright?" He asks his mate. She breathes heavily from the poison, "Dead Man's Blood" She informs him that she was poison.

"You son of a bitch" Luther growls. "I want the Colt, Elkins' gun. A trade" F/N demand. "Is that what this is all about? I mean, you can't shoot us all right. We'll kill you" Luther scoffs cockily. "Oh I don't need it for you. I'm saving it for something else" F/N smirks. "Put the Colt down or she goes first" He orders.

"Alright" Luther obliges, taking the gun out of his pants he walks closer. "Just don't hurt her" He pleads. Resting the gun down on the ground infront of F/N. "Back up" He grits his teeth at Luther. "Further" He adds, Luther puts his hands up in defense, backing up further. F/N bends down slowly to pick the gun up, Kate still in his hands.

He doesn't realize Kate slip out of her bindings when he picks it up to see Luther smirking. "Nice move, you almost made it" Luther says, then suddenly Kate knocks him back, into his truck headlights harshly. The gun slipping from his grip. Luther grabs F/N by his collar and tosses him like a rag doll into his truck door that's still opened.

The glass shattering on impact as he falls to the floor unconscious. Luther moves closer to finish the job but he doesn't make it because an arrow drenched in Dead Man's Blood come flying in the direction of one of the vampires that were Luther's backup. Sam, Dean and Y/N come emerging from the bushes.

Another one of Luther's henchmen try to attack Dean but he shoots him with a arrow, incapacitating him. Y/N goes to shoot Luther but with speed, he knocks her off of her feet before punching Sam who was charging at him. Grabbing him by the collar, he tosses him into F/N's windscreen, shattering on impact. Sam rolls onto the ground, crying out in pain.

Y/N is dazzled by the attack, groaning in pain. Dean runs over after decapitating two other vampires. Kate, Luther and another henchwoman being the last three left. Dean grabs Sam's disguarded machine but Luther picks Y/N up and puts her in a headlock. "Nope. I'll break your bitch's neck. Put the blade down" Luther growls at Dean who holts in position.

Y/N grunts in pain as his grip tightens, Deans heart pounding out of his chest at the sight, "Kill Him!" She barks. Dean just stares at Luther who looks back at him with a deadly smile. Dean reluctantly tosses Sam's machete to the side as Luther glares at him, gripping onto Y/N who grunts. "You people. Why can't you just leave us alone" He huffs angrily.

"We have as much right to live as you do" His grip again tightens around Y/N's throat. "I don't think so" F/N's voice behind him startles Luther. He turns around to be met with an untimely faith of a bullet from the Colt, shot point blank by F/N to save his daughter's life. Luther's grip loosens on Y/N, Dean grabs her quickly, wrapping his arms around her as she gasps for air.

Blood pours from Luther's bullet wound in his head. Almost as if the bullet stunned him. A gush of wind blows back Luther's hair whilst a orangeish light glows from the bullet wound in his forehead. Kate watches as her mate falls to his knees, "Luther!!!!" She screams painfully. The hunters watching on as Luther falls to the ground, now dead.

Kate rushes to attack F/N but her friend holds her back. "Kate, don't!" But Kate breaks out of her grip. F/N goes to shoot but Kates too quick, she knocks the gun out of his hand, backhanding him. This knocks the breath out of him. Sam Dean and Y/N charge at her but it's too late. Kate had already taken up Sams machete that Dean tossed aside, driving in through F/N.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!" Y/N screams painfully, a power surging through her after witnessing her father's body fall to the ground.

Y/N's POV

It all happened so fast. As cliche as it sounds, cliches are what it is for a reason. It was as if everything was in slow motion. One minute my father saved my life from a vampire that was ready to snap my neck like a toothpick. The next....he was bleeding on the ground because he killed someone's mate.

"NOOOOOO!!!!" I scream painfully, power surging through me. That's when a force sent Kate flying into Luther's windscreen. In that moment, I knew it came out of me. Sam and Dean ran over to my father to check on him. All I had was murder in my mind, vengeance against the woman who just drove a machete through his gut.

I picked up my fathers machete that was on the ground, charging at Kates friend. I took her head off in a flash, gritting my teeth as I inch towards Kate who was on the floor infront of Luther's car. "Nonono!! He killed Luther!" She pleads for her life. I glare at her in disgust. My chest fuming with anger. "Fuck you bitch!" I drew my father machete back.

I took her hands first, chopping the off one by one swiftly. The blood from her hands drenching me as they squirt out like water guns. She cries for mercy but I kick her back onto the ground, my boot on her neck. "PLEASE I-" She didn't get to finish her sentence because I had already taken her head off. The machete slips from my grip.

I rush over to my father who's still on the floor, Sam and Dean besides him. They're knelt next to him, holding him up. "It's okay daddy. We'll get you patched up" Tears fall from my eyes when I see the lifeless smile on my fathers face. He shakes his head weakly, this making me sob even more. "You...kids...need t-t-to get...out...of...here. Take the Colt to your father." He breathes heavily. Clutching onto the machete that still in him.

"No! We're not leaving you!" Dean yells, tears falling from his eyes. Dad shakes his head weakly, "Feel my back..." He says to us, grimacing in pain. Sam puts his hand to his back, and then brings it out to show us....blood. The blade when through him. straight through him. "Please, daddy. No! You can't go this way! You can't!" I sob, clutching onto my father.

"It's okay baby. It's my time" He assured me, smiling weakly. I shake my head, refusing to accept it. He then brings his shaky bloody hand to my face slowly. Wiping my tears away, I cry louder at his touch, a lump in my throat forming. "You are so beautiful. You remind me so much of your mother." He says lovingly, tears forming in his eyes. "Just as strong, fearless and hardheaded" He chuckles weakly, I choke back a painful sob.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I will never be able to forgive myself for not being there when you needed me most. God knows my heart, he knows that if I knew you were dying, I'd be there" He sobs, his voice pained. "How do you..." I trail off in shock at the fact that he knew I was electrocuted months back. "That doesn't matter. But I'm here now....and I'm going again" Tears coat all our faces as he continues weakly.

"Please...please don't leave me. I can't do this without you" I cry out for my father, clutching into him. "You'll always be my baby, you can do it. I know you can" He smiles weakly. He then turns to Dean with a tearful smile. "Dean...I admire your dedication to this life. Your bravery, your courage and your determination. You always stepped up and I appreciate that. You're a hell of a hunter and your father is proud of you. I'm proud of you" Dad tells him weakly, Dean chokes a painful sob. "Thank you, sir" Dean cries.

"You take care of my little girl. Look out for her. Do what it takes to protect her, son. That's an order" He says firmly. "Yes, sir. You have my word" Dean sobs, holding onto my fathers right hand. "I know I do" Dad says nodding. "But you hurt her, and I'll haunt your ass, you hear me boy?" He threatens. Dean nods. Dad then turns Sam, "And you...kiss and make up with your old man. He loves you" He says to Sam, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

"Yes, sir" Sam nods firmly, sobbing. "You're a smart kid, Sammy. You tried to get out of this life, I admire that about you. Thank you for being a brother to my daughter" He says gratefully to Sam. "You keep these two knuckleheads grounded before they kill each other. You hear me?" Dad chuckles, gesturing to me and Dean. I shake my head at this sobbing.

The fact that he's joking in a time like this is ironic and familiar. He really is my father. "I will. I promise" Sam promises him. "Y/n/n..." My fathers weak voice croaks, he weakly pulls the machete from his gut, the blood escaping from his wounds through and through. I can't look at it, my vision starts to become blurry.

"I love you, baby" He says weakly. "I love you too, daddy" I sob, staring into my fathers eyes. "It's okay....you can go now" I cry, holding my father in my arms as he takes his last breath. The light that was once in his eyes, now going out. "No...no....NOOOOOOO!!!!" I scream, a power surging through me again.

The scream I let out was ear piercing. The boys who were also sobbing, grimaced, putting their hands over their ears as I continue to scream. It was deafening. I swore I felt the ground beneath me shaking, I was sure it was when the windows from the Impala and my Dads truck that were perfectly fine, shattered. The glass scattering all around us.

When I finally stopped screaming, I was sobbing again. Dean had to pry me away from my father. I was kicking and screaming as Sam held him up, wrapping his arm around Dads shoulder to take his lifeless body to the Impala. I sobbed into his chest, banging at him with my fists. "Let go of me, Dean! LET GO OF ME!!!" I scream but he doesn't let up as Sam opens the backdoor and gently places Dad in the back seat.

Dean was crying just as much as me. He held onto me like if I was the one that was dead.

My father was dead. He was gone. And he wasn't coming back. He died saving my life. He died because I didn't listen to him. He died because of me.

To Be Continued...

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Authors Note: PUT THE PITCHFORKS DOWN!!��😂I know some people might be happy with her fathers death but me personally, I'm heartbroken. No joke, I cried while writing this. I've been planning this from since the first episode. I hope this doesn't discourage some people from reading. I do hope everyone enjoyed and thank you for supporting me always! Reminder that this chapter is unedited. Till the next 🫶Heres a spoiler that's kind of obvious, John returns😘

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