#But I was too slow to answer for her. So she proceeded to say that she won't give it to me (the chance to fully apply for the job).

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 9

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You don’t go straight home. You don’t want to upset your mom. So, you wander the suburbs, walking around cul-de-sacs, some you’ve never been down, and circling around the avenues. You pass mothers and fathers with strollers and children running and yelling on green lawns. It’s as if you’re walking through a utopia, floating by like a cursed wraith. 

You glance down at the book in your hand. Maybe you should try some lighter reading. Your mind tends to go to dark places. 

When at last you let yourself go back to the house, you do so cautiously. You don’t see Steve or your mom. As you come to the front door, you wonder if you should knock. You quietly let yourself in, gently closing the door as you stand on the mat. You leave your shoes on the low rack and tiptoe down the hall. Your mom can’t be mad if she doesn’t know you’re there. 

“Hey, kiddo,” Steve’s voice as you tripping over your own feet. You turn to the archway as you pass and peer in. Your mother’s in her recliner, her eyes closed. Is she sleeping? You watch her warily. “How was your walk?” 

“Um,” you blink and shrug, “fine.” 

He stands by the window, his hand on the wall beside it. Did he see you come up? You hadn’t noticed him behind the curtain. 

“Breakfast for you in the oven. Won’t be very warm but if it’s no good, I can start a new batch,” he offers. 

“Don’t bother with all that,” your mother grumbles and shifts in her chair, groaning as she shakily rubs her cheek. Her eyes open only slightly. “She can warm ‘em up.” 

“Always better fresh,” Steve stands straight and faces you fully. 

“Thanks.” 

You leave them with the single word. You feel like an intruder. You stop by your bedroom and hover in indecision. You just want to hide but you would hate to be rude. Steve went to all that trouble and you know, even as your mother says he’s already done too much, she’d be even more upset if you wasted his effort. 

You put your book on the foot of your bed and go down to the kitchen. You take out the pancakes, content enough to have them cold. There’s a bottle of real maple syrup. Steve must’ve supplied that; you can’t afford the pure stuff. You don’t use very much, mindful of the expense of the sugary nectar. 

You grab cutlery and bring the plate to the table. You sit alone. You can hear the hum of the ceiling fan from the front room and the dulcet song of birds floating in through the windows. Steve’s low tone rolls through the din but you can’t make out his words. You mother answers his with short mutters. She’s not having a very good day. You're surprised he stayed this long. 

The pancakes are good, even at room temperature. They’re fluffy and taste richer than the frozen ones you get a bargain on. Is that blueberry too? With each bite, your hunger clenches your stomach tighter, mulching down the food greedily. When you finish, your body growls and aches. 

You wash off your plate and put it in the tray. The lull of the house thickens as you pad down to your room. You slow as you near the door frame. Had you closed it? You can’t recall. 

You turn into the room and let out a noise of surprise. Steve looks over as he stands over the folding table, his hand on your sketchbook, a page half-turned. Your heart drops as you clasp your hands together. 

“Sorry, er, didn’t mean to...” he rescinds his hand and lets the page flutter down, “It was open and...” you don’t know whether he means the door or the book. “You’re really talented.” 

Your forehead crinkles and you charge towards him. You step around him and shut the book, swiping it up. He leans back on his heel. 

“I didn’t... I wasn’t trying to...” he sputters, “I just wanted to pass something by you.” 

You hug your sketchbook at you face him. You stare at this chest. You feel violated. Not just that he’s in your space but he touched your stuff. The one thing that’s really yours; your drawings. 

“Me and your mom were talking, you know, and she said it would be good for you to get out, maybe make some extra money,” he explains, “and I’ll be around so you won’t need to worry about her so much.” 

You frown. You and your mother have had this talk a billion times. Get off your ass and get a job. It’s not like you haven’t tried. 

“So, I got some work you can do. Like I said, I gotta get that pool open,” he continues, “and there’s little things around the house. You got a good hand so maybe some painting here and there.” 

You push your shoulders up. You don’t think you can say no, especially if he’s already said as much to your mom. You half-suspect this is her doing. 

“Complementary milkshakes?” He offers breezily. 

You’re quiet. You have no choice. You know as much. 

“You know,” he softens his tone, “if I’m gonna... hang around with your mom, we should get to know each other. It’s a good opportunity for us.” 

“Fine,” you answer. 

“Fine? So that’s a yes?” He asks. 

You close your eyes and flick them open, “yes.” 

“Great. Well, when can you start? How about tomorrow? Supposed to be another sunny day.” 

“Okay,” you agree, “tomorrow.” 

He doesn’t move. You want him to leave. The conversation is over. He got what he wants and your mom too. He’ll pay you dimes to clean the pool and your mom will reap the profit. 

“You know, I draw a little too,” he points to your sketchbook, “maybe if we have time tomorrow, I can show you.” 

“Maybe,” you mutter. 

“Ah, uh,” he chuckles bashfully and rubs his neck, “right, I'm in your way. Well, er, I’ll leave ya be.” He turns and struts to the door. He stops just inside the frame and looks back, “oh, how were the pancakes?” 

You take a breath and stay staring at the wall, “good.” 

“Great, did you have some of the syrup? It’s Canadian.” 

“Yeah,” you turn and tuck your sketchbook into your dresser draw. “Thanks.” 

“No problem, sweetie,” he taps the wall and the door closes with a click. 

You sit on your bed and hunch over to hold your head. It’s still heavy from the night before and now you’re even more tired than before. You don’t know if it’s from being out in the sun or all the walking you did, but your eyelids feel dry and seem to cling with each blink. You yawn and bring your legs up, curling your body up near the edge of the bed. 

You know you shouldn’t sleep in the middle of the day, but you just can’t help yourself. 

🏠

You wake up in the haze of the late afternoon. Your eyes hurt and your limbs are achy. You lay on your back as the curtains stir with the lazy breeze. You look over to find them open but you don’t remember pulling them apart. You barely remember anything past your awkward morning stroll. 

It takes you a while to push through the stiffness. You never sleep on your back; it leaves it racked and your ribcage hurts. As you stand, you notice the door. It’s slightly open. 

You get up and go to it, pull it inch by inch. The house is quiet but for a soft rumble, rhythmic and rocky. You putter down the hall and look into the front room. Your mom’s asleep in her chair. She’s almost peaceful as she snores in the recliner. 

The scene strikes you as odd, almost dreamlike. Your mom’s never been much of a napper. In fact, she always nagged you about the habit. You think of waking her but think better of it. She won’t be happy to be awoken, even if she might be irritated later to know she slept away the day. 

Steve is gone. You search each room to be sure then go to the kitchen. It’s clean and everything is put away, even the dishes you left in the tray. The large bottle of syrup is gone as well. 

You mutter and go back to your room. Another soft wind drifts in. You stumble over to your bed and fall back onto it. You yawn again. Gosh, you’re so tired. 

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #the girl next door #au #silverfox au #captain america #marvel #mcu

[massivementalitynut]

Today isn't turning out to be a good one.

#Could not sleep. #Got a suprise phone call about an upcoming call. Tried to keep myself awake for that important phone call regarding a potential job #Took the call and found out the job was in an unfamiliar area. Voiced my concerns. She proceeded to point out my lack of experience and age #Says I need to convince her. I ask how and she mentions just go to the interview anyway. I contemplate it thinking I should do more researc #But I was too slow to answer for her. So she proceeded to say that she won't give it to me (the chance to fully apply for the job). #I thanked her for her (initial) consideration.. ended the call and then started crying. #I know that her job is to help people find jobs and that it should go to those who want/can do it. #But i only knew there was a job from the 1st phone call of 35 sec and the other details within a 2nd phone call of 4min 30 sec. #Everything in me was saying not to commit till I had more information and she refused to give me the address (to gauge commute time) #Until she decided I was good enough for the job. I know I have to put this behind me as another missed opportunity/something that was not r #ght for me but damn did my confidence take a hit and I feel like shit. Not to mention I may have to see her in person next week for an even #And I am just 😭 thinking about it. I have some other plans before that though and I hope they turn out better that what happened today. #Lynn vents

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

You walked down the street and sighed. The hotel had been a bit too much today, with Alastor and Lucifer going at each other’s throats and the lovey gazes Angel and Husk shot each other, and the new residents that were coming in, there wasn’t much more you could take today. So you slipped out and proceeded to take a walk. Looking up at the red sky you smiled, part of you thinking that the sky was much prettier than the sky you were used to when you were alive.

Being someone who died more recently than the other occupants at the hotel, you could still remember the blue sky and the sun that would caress your skin each time you stepped outside during the day. You stopped abruptly and turned on your foot and started to head back to the hotel, almost instinctively not wanting to be too far from the hotel.

After you first found the hotel, you became a sort of assistant to Alastor and Charlie and you cursed the sense of responsibility you felt due to this. The guilt for even leaving the hotel just now was a bit too much, but the walk had done you good. You walk into the hotel, expecting anything but what you see.

Alastor was in his half-demon form, not truly taking up the whole lobby, but at this point, he might as well have. Charlie telling - more screaming at Alastor - to calm down. Somehow, Alastor had gotten Lucifer in his grasp and was about to eat him. You blinked hearing the King of Hell telling Alastor to put him down, with promises that he would be quiet. Alastor just laughed and continued to lower Lucifer to his mouth, everyone partially petrified not thinking Alastor would go this far.

You sigh and walk up to the scene and clear your throat. Alastor and Lucifer both looking at you but your eyes were on Alastor. You could feel the displeasure on your own face and felt the start of a stress migraine. You spoke, not raising your voice whatsoever.

“Why are you trying to eat Lucifer?” You asked Alastor, who slow blinked at you.

“I don’t know! I was just making some adjustments to the interiors and fixing a curtain-“ Lucifer’s voice was cut off when Alastor squeezed him a bit harder. You sighed and closed your eyes for a minute, really reconsidering all the choices that led you here to deal with two children.

“Now, you both are how many years old?” You ask. Alastor starts to answer and you cut him off, not even caring if he were to kill you now. “Too old. Let me tell you that. Too fucking old to be acting like CHILDREN.” You scream the last part. “So, put Lucifer down, Alastor, de-Hulk yourself, and agree to disagree on the decor. This is Lucifer’s hotel Alastor, originally, and Charlie is in charge.” You turn to Charlie who is staring at you wide-eyed.

“Charlie, do you like the decor that your father has created here the yellows and reds with the apples and the-“ Your cut off by a radio scratch.

“TaCKy CirCUs DEcOr?” Alastor says cutting you off.

“Those would not have been my choice of words, but the question still stands, Charlie?” You ask gently.

“No, no, no” She starts, shaking her head, you watch as her eyes widen and she stops. “I mean yes, I love the decor, no, I don’t hate it or think it’s tacky circus decor. It reminds me of my home… but I want everyone to feel comfortable here!” She explains.

“So, then maybe you both can collaborate on decor?” You say looking at them, Alastor still gripping Lucifer tightly. “Maybe taking the golds and reds of the decor you like Lucifer and then intertwining the forest feeling of the decor Alastor likes, giving it a cottage core, Moroccan vibe?” You ask.

“A what now?” Is the only question from Alastor as he peers at you. You assume this means you aren’t dying just yet. 

“Cottage core is more forest themed and the Moroccan would incorporate the reds and the golds that I’ve been basing all the designs off of, and with the gold that’s been used all we’d need to do-“ You start to interrupt Lucifer as you see Alastor’s eyes narrowing at his head as he keeps talking.

“All that would need to really be added is more textures, textiles, and some more incorporations of color.” You finish. Alastor regards you for a moment, looks at Charlie, and then drops Lucifer. You sigh in relief as Alastor magically shrinks back down to his regular form.

“I’d rather not work on anything with him, so long as there isn’t any more of this decor for clowns, it will be fine.” He grinds out and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“As our gracious hotelier, we must have you involved in this Alastor, and since Lucifer has such a knack for design and creating things out of thin air, why I think this is a project for all three of us.” You say, a sarcastic tone in your voice, taking a few steps away and heading to your office. “Come now, we need to get a general theme down so Lucifer can start creating.” You stare at both of them expectantly.

“I don’t think you are in any position to be giving orders,” Alastor says and you shrug, realizing this might be the closest to death you may get with the Radio Demon.

“While I may not be above either of you, I am on assignment for the Princess. Is that not right Charlie?” I look at Charlie, pleading with my eyes to follow along. She perks up and rushes toward me.

“Yup! Y/N is here to help! I gave her this task like so long ago!” She says as you stare at her, thinking she couldn’t be more obvious.

“Well, now, you don’t want to disappoint her do you?” You ask Lucifer. “And I truly think that Lucifer may just one up you on design, Al.” Lucifer bristles at that and walks over to you. Alastor blinks and narrows his eyes at you as you use a nickname to refer to him.

“I can do more than one-up him,” Lucifer says fixing his hat.

“Can’t one-up what was lackluster to begin with.” Alastor retorts back.

“C’mon, let’s get the interior of the hotel sorted…” You say walking off with Charlie yelling ‘thank you’ behind us. You shake your head as you pull up your laptop at your desk and start getting to work on the mood board for the hotel. All the while, the bickering between Alastor and Lucifer is the background noise. You smile as you pull up a few images. Being in hell wasn’t all that great all the time, but you couldn’t lie saying you weren’t fond of it.

authors note: it’s been a while since i’ve published ANYTHING… so please be kind.

#hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lucifer #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel

[bon2bonn]

Flowers to you

Words count : 1.6k

*First life update!🌷 with little Mari, the firstborn of the Leclerc-Sainz clan .

The Small grunts made Carlos smile in amusement, slowing his steps a bit for his determined daughter to catch up with . her steady pace was due to the big bouquet she was holding onto for dear life , refusing to let anyone else hold it or even come close to touch it , a special gift for her Mama , insisting on each colour , type and even made sure to ask politely if they could wrap it in blue wrapping papers .

That's why now she's carefully making her way up to the front door supporting her precious flowers , pausing every now and then to adjust her small hands around it and huffing dramatically as she tried to and failed to blow away strands of hair that stubbornly fell over her face but that won't hinder her from doing what she planned to.

Carlos chuckled at her struggling form , asking softly " you want some help there Mari? " , she shook her head or at least tried , answering confidently " non papa , I got it! " he hummed unlocking the door to let her get in first before he did the same , both taking off their shoes before heading to the kitchen when they took notice of the quiet house, making sure to not make too much noise in order to maintain the peace. Both washed their hands and made their way to the counter, where she stood on on her stall , a set of steps for her to reach the counter, the sink ....etc , patiently waiting for her father to get one of her favourite vases down for them to work on.

" So , miss Mari what do we do first ?" Carlos asked with his hands on his hips, feigning confusion making her shake her head dramatically, pointing at the vase then at the counter " the vase , papa! Did you forget already ? " His face broke into a grin as he set the vase on the counter where she leaned over to inspect the inside and nodded in approval, then he turned again to grab his wife's clippers , waiting as little Mari carefully unwrap the flowers and untangle the secure knots at the stems, taking out one at a time to hand over to him to clip out the excess leaves , shorten the stems before taking them back to arrange into the vase to her liking.

She hummed a tone as she took one from his hand delicately adding it to the rest before picking another from the pile, nodding at her work with a focused look on her face , her brows creasing as she took out one that she didn't like and put it aside before proceeding, and once she's done she took out the blue ribbon out of her pocket , the lady on the counter was kind to give her a one to match with the wrapping , saying it was for good luck , so she now took it and wrapped it around the vase , asking with frown for her Papa's help when she couldn't make the knot as neet as she wanted, then she leaned back a bit to give it a final inspection, Carlos crossed his arms over the counter where he leaned on it after putting everything away and cleaned the remains of leaves and wrapping paper " so , what do you think miss Mari ? You think Mama would like them ? " She nods confidently her small hands on the counter " Mama will love them , they're her favourite and , we made it with love because, we love Mama , so she'll love them " he propped his head on his hands with his elbows still on the counter and asked in amusement " and how much do we love Mama ? " She gave him a wide grin answering " as much as I love papa " making him ask again " and how much do you love papa? " She held out her hands giving an exaggerated measure "as much as there is stars on the whole whole universe" he placed his hand over his heart Groaning dramatically " too sweet , ugh ! My Mariposa is too sweet what should I do !" He then scooped her up spinning around the counter , emitting a loud laugh out of her as her hair fell all over her face " papa! My hair! " He placed her down and sighed in content " alright how about we wash our hands and go show Mama what we made ? " Her face lit up and she hurriedly made her way to wash her hands, dried them and waited for him to do the same , he teased her by doing so slowly making her groan impatiently and throw her head back , just like her mother .

He then picked her with one arm and grabbed the vase with the other on their way out , heading up the stairs for the master bedroom where they left her resting before going out .

Her second pregnancy was a difficult one to say the least , suffering from long restless nights accompanied with back pains up to high blood pressure overall it was a complicated one , and on her latest appointment her doctor finally declared she needs to be on bed rest for the remaining period of the pregnancy, strongly advising them to change the birth plans to surgical option, to avoid any complications or risks as she put it, trying not to alarm the already stressed couple, but precautions are a must with her condition , specially through the last stages of it .

The moment they stepped into the room their daughter exclaimed at the sight of her reading peacefully with raised arms " Mama! " Making her look up , a smile lit up her face as she was greeted with them standing before her, with little Mari barley containing her excitement as Carlos set her down on the bed , leaning over to greet her with a kiss " hi" she smiled at the kiss , greeting back a quiet " hey " then leaned back to open her arms for a big hug from little Mari who crawled her way up to wrap her arms around her neck, leaving a kiss on her Mama's cheek and cuddled into her arms humming as she asked her " how was your trip ? ", both parents grins in amusement as she perked up in a burst of excitement pointing at the bedside table where Carlos put the vase earlier " look mama , we got your favourite " , she admired the blooming flowers along with the baby blue ribbon around it , appreciating the effort they put into it and turned to her " I love them baby " leaning to kiss her on the cheek " and the blue ribbon too " Mari's smile widened at that as she gently patted her Mama's belly " it's for Mateo " then she leaned down to leave a kiss on the side of it, speaking quietly to the baby " hi Mateo , we brought you and mama flowers today , I'm sure you're gonna like them when you're here , Mama liked them and I did too so I'll get some for you too , okay? " she promised unaware of the knowing look shared between her parents , they didn't reveal the baby's gender yet , but , Mari decided long ago that it's going to be a boy , even declaring his name to be Mateo just like she remembered from the dream she had , stubbornly refusing to settle on anything else .

Carlos then gave a sound of protest " what about me !? where's my kiss? , I did help! " his wife looked at her daughter in question , who in turn gave her a wide grin " he did Mama " making Carlos look at her pointedly, she then opened her arms for him , and he didn't waste time leaning over to receive a kiss on his cheek, then he turned his head to steal one from her lips , before leaning down to place another on her belly, before moving to the end of the bed to take her feet into his lap , massaging them to relieve some of the aches .

Meanwhile Mari leaned over to not so quietly whisper to her Mama with a frown on her face " Mama " receiving a humm before she proceeded in a serious manner making her mother frown in turn " what's wrong baby ?" Making her answer with a solemn look as she recalled her conversation with her uncle " I think thuthu is right " her mother then asked curiously, knowing her youngest brother's antics " really? And what did he say this time ? " She answered with a pout " papa is forgetting things , he didn't know what to do earlier !! , and thuthu said that means papa is getting old " that made Carlos snap his head their way , his smile fell and a frown on his face , his eye twitched as he called out in denial over his wife's loud snickers " AY ! I'm not old ! , he's lying! " He then glared at his wife who was cackling when their daughter innocently answered back with a sympathetic nod " he said old people say that too " .

#carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x leclerc! reader #carlos sainz x you #flowers

[wonysugar]

show them | lee chaeyoung

synopsis: your camgirl best friend invites you to feature in one of her shows<3

pairing: camgirl!isa x fem!reader

genres: just pure smut tbh nothing else going on LOL

warnings: degradation, heavy humiliation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, objectification, kind of dumbification

word count: 1069

a/n: so i was working on my sana fic, but i had this thought stuck in my head and it wasn’t letting me concentrate so i wrote this instead. here are some crumbs to feast off of while i finish the rest!!

“thank you so much for the donation seraphinee!” thanked your best friend, isa, as she was pumping her fingers in and out of you with no mercy whatsoever whilst reading the comments and checking the tips. it’s been about 40 minutes and you still couldn’t fully believe you were here doing this, getting used in front of a camera, with a whole audience watching. and you were even more shocked that you enjoyed every bit of it.

first, her casually confessing that she did this for a living, and then straight up inviting you to one her lives? it all felt like a fever dream, but here you were.

“do you see this, baby? people are liking it, alot. maybe i should invite you over more often.” she said in a playful tone, still working her fingers inside of your walls, making you clench around her as you moaned out her name repeatedly. “don’t you think so, y/n?” she added as she increased the speed of her movements, making you a whining mess. words couldn’t come out of you, you weren’t bothered enough to make them come out.

“answer me, you slut.” she harshly pulled on your hair, making your head throw back as her fingering grew rougher by the second, making it even harder for you to form a complete and correct sentence.

“y-yes isa, i - fuck - i think so t-too.” you said, eyes rolling at the back of your head at her calling you ‘such a good girl’ for her. being so vulnerable like this for hundreds of people to see and get off to, getting used like this by your own best friend, all of it, turned you on so much. then, as you were getting closer to your climax, her rough movements suddenly stopped.

“awe, you didn’t get to cum, did you, baby?” she mocked, you whined out of impatience, bucking your hips for any type of friction, mumbling and muttering little ‘please’s as she chuckled. it was honestly pathetic.

“sooo needy. and you’re letting everybody see you like this, too. everyone can see how much of a fucking whore you really are, and you’re just letting it happen hm? you like being used by your best friend while a bunch of nobodies jerk off to it, don’t you, you dumb fucking bitch?” she giggled as your chest heaved up and down, desperately trying to find enough oxygen. then, she pulled out her fingers, which earned a slow whimper from you, proceeded to lick them thoroughly and turned to the chat.

“my loves, what do you think we should use on this poor, naughty little thing? she clearly would cum to basically anything at this point, i mean, have you seen her?” she mockingly said, spreading apart your pussy lips with two fingers so everybody saw how dripping wet you were, it was so embarrassing, but you loved it so much. “so, let your imagination run wildd.”

lots of objects were coming up, some of them absolutely ridiculous, but most people were suggesting something pretty average, like a vibrator or a dildo. isa, at that moment, was feeling cheeky, so she chuckled to herself and grabbed a vibrator from her drawer.

she motioned for you to get on your back, cunt diagonally facing the webcam, she set the toy on the highest level, not even bothering to look at the donations anymore. she was focused on you now, and only you.

“now, i’m gonna use this on you. you are not allowed to cum until i say you can, okay darling?” her eyes and voice lustful, like her only intention was to ruin every part of you, it sent chills down your spine. you nodded.

“words.” she added, you shivered. “y-yes ma’am.” is what weakly came out of your mouth, and in response, she laughed in your face.

“ma’am? god, you really are a whore. you’re like a stupid bitch in heat. you probably can’t even think right, poor thing.” she said, still laughing at you. soon enough, she pressed the vibrator against your clit, making you gasp at the sudden sensation. you swore you could’ve just came right then and there. but you couldn’t, you had to hold it in. for isa.

what felt like an hour passed and she pressed it harder, sometimes to the point that it hurt you, but she didn’t give a fuck about that. in fact, she wanted you to be in pain. she knew how much you wanted to cum, but she also knew the amount of effort you were putting in not to.

“pleaseeepleasepleaseplease isa let me cumm please i’ve been so g-good.” you begged, letting go of every last bit of dignity you had left, which already wasn’t a lot. but, you couldn’t help it, you felt like you were gonna explode.

“hmmm… do you guys think we should let her?” she asked the audience, gently massaging your folds as she continued abusing your core with the toy, making it almost numb. fuck, it hurt.

she looked at the chat with an innocent smile plastered on her face, waiting for responses. when she saw them appear, she was a bit disappointed on seeing that most of them were a bunch of approvals on letting you cum, but she also did agree that you’ve went through enough for that day.

she looked at your shaking body with amusement, because that’s all you were at that moment. a fucktoy, something to entertain her. “you wanna cum, love?” she asked, acting as if it wasn’t obvious enough. you nod eagerly. you quietly begged her to let you finish, breathy moans escaping your mouth also. then, she put the vibrator away and… replaced it with her mouth?? “then cum on my tongue.” she ordered.

the feeling of her mouth on you felt incredible, especially after having nothing but a vibration on your clit for 10 whole minutes. you honestly felt pathetic, because a singular swipe of the tongue is what brought you to your peak. you closed your eyes as the orgasm you’ve been waiting so long for hits you like a truck. you let out a long and loud moan, calling out to her in any way you could think of. that’s the thing, you weren’t able to think, it all just felt sososososo good.

“that’s right, show them how good i made you feel, y/n.”

#isa stayc #isa smut #stayc smut #smut #kpop girl group #kpop gg #isa stayc smut #isa x female reader #i need her to ruin me lowkey #just lowkey though! #(not lowkey) #stayc #wlw #lee chaeyoung #lee chaeyoung x female reader

[comiicii]

Backdrop: You and Bucky live in the same apartment complex but haven't spoken more than a few words. One night, Bucky decides to change that. Pairing: James 'Bucky' Barnes x fem!reader. Warnings: mentions of bucky’s ptsd and my subpar writing. A's notes: this is just based on the scene pictured above from the first episode of fatws. excuse spelling and any other mistakes throughout this one-shot. this has been sitting in my drafts for ages. Word count: 2.7k

James kept to himself whenever he came into the bar you worked at. The two of you always exchanged kind glances at each other. They were no different than the ones you shared in the hallway of the apartment building you both lived in. He was a man of few words and after he came in a few times, you knew his drink order. He had a select variety which would indicate the type of day he's had or his mood. You never asked about his life and you two only ever said a few sentences to each other. He wanted to talk to you, he truly did but his words always got stuck in his throat. You were so pretty and innocent; he didn't want to taint that with his overly-complicated existence.

"James, is there anyone you've talked to other than me this week?" his therapist asks him, readying the pad and pen if he lied to her face again. There was a pause. He thought back to you and all the mental images he kept of you the past seven days. Last night, he nursed some cheap beer and watched you work; talking to some of the regulars at the bar, asking about the home life of some you had grown close to, smiling and laughing at whatever funny joke was told to you. He was completely enamored with you but he was too chicken to say anything more than his drink order and 'thank you'.

"James? I asked you a question. Do you talk to anyone once you step foot outside my office?" She pressed.

"Yes," he quietly answered. "there's a woman…she works at a bar near my apartment." the corners of his lips tugging ever so slightly upwards. The look of shock on her face pulling them higher. "She lives a couple doors down from me." James quickly added before she wrote in her notepad.

"I'm not lying." he spoke through gritted teeth.

"I know, I'm just making a note of it for next time." she deadpanned, internally relishing that he was making some progress with another human being.

"Do you two talk when you're at the bar?"

"She's working so I don't say much." he answers with a sigh.

"And when you see her at the apartment? Do you say anything at all?" she pressed on him again.

"We say hi or nod at each other." he stoically answers causing her to set aside her pad and lean forward in her seat.

"James, you need to nurture friendships. I'm not forcing you to date this woman but make an effort in talking with her. I think it would be good for you," her words were sincere. "Do you even know her name?"

"Y/N." there was that smile again.

He came right on time as always. Your heart always beat a little faster when you saw him. There was something about him that made you feel safe even though you didn't speak. You could tell he was a private man. You enjoyed your small interactions with him. Although brief, you could tell he was a good man. He'd probably been through a lot and suffered a lot of loss from what you figured. He looked to be in a good mood so you brought him his usual domestic beer with a smile. He nodded with a smile in return and proceeded to take a swig.

Your shift went by quick. Before you knew it, midnight had come. It had been a quiet but decent shift. You organized your tips to stuff into your front pocket.

"Mind if I walk you home?" he asked from his stool, finishing off his seventh bottle. You nearly jumped two feet at hearing his voice. He had practiced those six words in his head for the last two hours, hoping his voice wouldn't come off shaky.

Once you slowed your heart rate, your lips tugged into a smile and gave a small nod to him. The small response was enough to make his heart leap. He stood and walked to the door, holding it open for you to exit first.

It was a pleasant surprise for both of you to be in this setting; walking down the bustling street to your apartment complex. He mainly kept his hands in his pocket aside from the brief moment where he tugged at your arm to prevent you from clashing with a man who was looking down at his phone and clearly not paying attention to his surroundings. As quickly as it happened, his hand was back in his pocket. The walk was silent but comfortable. You had questions and obviously wanted to know more about him but you didn’t want to push him to talk if he wasn’t ready to open up. A part of you knew that he wasn’t one to be forthcoming with information he wasn’t comfortable sharing.

Before you knew it, you two were in the building and walking down the hallway to your respective doors. You turned around to thank him but at the last second, you grew bold and so you got on your toes to plant a soft peck on his cheek. It caught both of you off guard and you wanted to run away but you stayed in your spot; waiting for some reaction from him. The blood began rushing to his face. It had been decades since James had any physical contact with a woman.

“Goodnight, James and thank you for walking me home.” you softly spoke but before you could turn away to head to your door, his hand took hold of yours.

“You can call me Bucky,” he spoke, looking down at the floor before making eye contact with you, a small smile piercing through his usual stoic expression.

You gave his hand a light squeeze and tried to contain the goofy smile attempting to shine through, nodding and walking backwards to your door as you spun your keys on your ring finger.

“Shall we do this again tomorrow night, Bucky?”  you smirked as you reached your door. His smile grew and he nodded.

With that, something new and wonderful blossomed.

As weeks passed, the two of you continued this little routine of him walking you home from work. He started talking with you more, especially when he noticed a particular man making you uncomfortable. He’d find some way to take your mind off it and keep you occupied or shoot the man a death glare that you prayed you’d never be on the receiving end of. You learned that he was a little lonely since coming back from the Snap. He’d recently lost his childhood best friend and from what you deciphered from your conversations, his family had been long gone. It hurt you to hear him speak of those he lost. You didn’t press and always listened. He liked that you didn’t bother him for details or press him to tell you more. He enjoyed that you gave him the time and space to tell you things about himself when he was ready.

When walking back to the apartment, you would hold his arm and he didn’t seem to mind. He liked having you close even if he didn’t verbally communicate that to you. He grew more bold as time passed. He’d attempt flirting with you such as complimenting your smile or using a corny pick up line that he’d hope you’d like. After a few weeks, he would walk you to your door and hug you goodnight. After a month, he started planting small kisses on your head when giving you those hugs. That’s when you learned he was a military man. He wore his dog tags under his shirt. Given the height difference, you could feel them against your cheek underneath the fabric. You didn’t ask about his time in the military as you figured that was a conversation for down the road. You often kissed him on the cheek or gave his hands a squeeze as a thank you. You were going to sleep happy and hopeful that one day you two could go on an actual date and see each other in a different setting.

You truly got to know Bucky one particular night. Being that you worked at a bar, there was a television for background noise and to give some of the guys something to stare at when there was a game or big event happening. It was on the night that the government had announced it’s new Captain America. It was the main topic of most conversations at the bar that night. To you, it didn’t feel right. You had heard about Falcon having the shield passed down to him personally by Steve Rogers himself but donating it to the Captain America exhibit about a month ago. When you watched the announcement, your heart fell into your stomach. It didn’t sit right in your gut and frankly, it angered a part of you. You respected the legacy the man left behind. If the Captain chose to pass it down to the Falcon, shouldn’t he be the one donning the shield? With that announcement being the big news of the day, it altered the energy of your shift.

Bucky came in at his usual time. You could tell he had seen the news and that he was tremendously bothered by it. In the time you got to spend with Bucky, you knew when he was faking his smile at you. His smiles were genuine when they reached his eyes and as corny as it sounds, they would somewhat twinkle when he was happy. In his greeting to you, you saw none of that. You didn’t press and proceeded to change the channel to a soccer game to shift the mood and conversations of the bar. Bucky didn’t say much to you during your shift but you could tell when his eyes were on you. He had a habit of using you as his focal point as a way to ground him when he was at the bar on nights when it would get rowdy or if he picked up on a certain conversation that bothered him. It was a way for him to drown all of it out. You didn’t interact as even you could feel from across the bar that he wasn’t in the jaunty, talking mood.

Your shift went by as usual and you were cleaning up your station and gathering your tips for the night when one of the regulars started making small talk with you. They usually did when you were closing out your shift. They asked you about the news of the Captain America and what your honest opinion was of it.

“Should’ve stayed in the museum or stayed with the Falcon.” you casually spoke as you counted the bills in your hand. “I don’t have a good feeling about this new Cap, if I’m being honest. He hasn’t saved the world, never fought with the Avengers and I don’t remember Captain America having a gun so safe to say I won’t be buying his lunchbox.” emitting a dry chuckle with a shrug, giving them a pat goodbye as you made your way to Bucky.

Your walk home was mostly silent. He asked you about your day and that was the extent of your conversation with him. You held on to his arm as usual all the way to your apartment door.

“Did you mean what you said at the bar about…” he trailed off as his eyes met yours. He looked frustrated. He must’ve taken the news pretty hard you figured and only nodded to support your statements at the bar.

He suddenly pulled you into him and held you close. You could feel him slightly trembling. It worried you so you wrapped your arms around him and stayed in that position for what seemed like minutes. He kissed your head as always and when he finally pulled away, you could see pure sadness in his eyes.

“Bucky…talk to me” you softly pleaded. It was the first time you asked him to open up on your terms, not his. You were worried and concerned. Everything that night told you something was off about the man before you. He wasn’t the Bucky you had come to adore and possibly love. He stayed silent for a moment like he was thinking over how to respond to you.

“Tomorrow morning, breakfast? You’ve had a busy night and we can talk in the daylight for once.” he flashed you sheepish smile. You eyed him for a few seconds and understood that it was his way of saying ‘I’ll open up to you tomorrow’.

“Sounds good to me, Bucky. Plus, I can finally see your face under natural sunlight instead of fluorescent street lights.” You nodded with a soft chuckle, easing his anxiety that you wouldn’t take his offer. You grabbed hold of his hand, giving it a small squeeze. “See you here at 9 tomorrow.” you grabbed your keys and went into your apartment with a sigh; hopeful that some sleep was all he needed to ease his mind before your morning date.

You were peacefully sleeping until noise from Bucky’s apartment pierced your walls. It was four in the morning. You thought nothing of it until the noise continued and grew louder. You quickly put on a hoodie, grabbed your pocket knife and ran over next door. You knocked on his door loudly, asking if everything was alright. The yells didn’t stop and when your hand grabbed the knob to jiggle it to make some noise, you realized it was unlocked. You hesitated for a split second before barging in.

Upon entering, you see Bucky on the ground over a blanket in front of his television. You looked around for any possible intruders before rushing to him. You froze at the sight of his left arm. You didn’t have much time to process the new revelation as Bucky was sweating profusely and clearly having a nightmare. Your instinct was to wake him but a part of you told you not to. You had heard somewhere from a customer who had a friend with PTSD tell you vehemently to never wake someone during an episode. You pulled away and shakily took a seat in the loveseat next to him, putting the pillow between him and the chair so he wouldn’t hurt himself if he moved around. You observed the makeshift bed made up of just a couple of blankets and a pillow on the floor. It pained you realizing that you really didn’t know Bucky. You calmed yourself down and adjusted yourself on the loveseat, hoping the episode would pass.

A few minutes went by and you realized he wasn’t yelling anymore. You relaxed a bit and drifted off to a slumber, not registering that you were still in his apartment. About twenty minutes later, Bucky shot up, panting and covered in a thick layer of sweat. His heavy breathing woke you and you quickly moved to the floor to assess him, your face coming into view being a surprise to him.

“How…how you’d get in here, Y/N?” you tried not to stare too much at his arm.

“Y-your door was unlocked when I came t-to check on you,” you stumbled over your words, “I heard you yelling…was worried there was an intruder o-or something.” you kept your eyes on his and hoped he wouldn’t notice you stuttering so much due to shock and worry.

He rubbed his vibranium hand over his face. When his eyes met your again, he saw that you were staring at his arm. You looked scared and when you noticed him looking at you, in a blink you were back to worrying about him.

“Are you okay?” you asked with so much worry in your tone it made Bucky worry about you more.

“Y/N…you-”

“Did someone do this to you?” you cut him off as your hand reached toward his arm. It was cold unlike the rest of his body that was covered in sweat.

His biggest fear was having you reject him because of his past and physicality but the more he stared at you, the more he realized that you weren’t scared of him, you were scared for him. Bucky never wanted you to find out this way but he knew he had to come clean to you about himself sooner or later. He was just hoping it would be later rather than sooner.

“I think now would be a good time for a coffee…”

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[cevansbrat0007]

I love all the discussions you put into your work about body insecurities and it made me wonder: Do Ari or Andy ever have any body issues? Andy especially, I wonder if he gets a little worried as he gets older/eats more of Baby Girl’s food?

Yes, they do. Although both men tend to present themselves as being totally secure with their bodies, they do have their moments.

Andy is roughly seven years older than Baby Girl. And he does occasionally find himself worrying about the new flecks of gray in his beard. It's also migrating to the hair on his head. And at first, he had a pretty hard time dealing with it.

He even thought about coloring it, until his wife stopped him. Knowing he was in need of reassurance, but was probably too proud to say it out loud, she took it upon herself to find small, quiet moments to softly reaffirm just how attractive she found him.

Baby Girl will be the first to tell you that she loves the salt and pepper look he's got going on these days. And she shows it by complimenting him as she runs her fingers through his hair after a long day of work. Or by dragging him into the nearest closet for a toe-curling quickie when they can sneak away from the kids.

Our girl is very, very verbal about certain things. And she knows that her man needs that from her. The same way he needs her touch.

As for his figure, Andy still makes it a point to work out every day because of his wife's cooking. But let his Baby Girl tell it, all that good food she makes goes is going straight to his ass. Which is why she tries to squeeze it every chance she gets.

Now, onto Mr. Ari "Beast" Levinson. This man of few words was actually insecure about his scars. He's got several on his chest from his formerly reckless days of chasing down bad guys. Two are from knife wounds and one is from a stray bullet. But his most impressive scar he received came from his attempt to take down a naked man who was wielding a Katana.

He also has a six-inch scar on the right side of his torso that he earned during his time serving in Afghanistan. However, he doesn't like talking about that one too much. But maybe he will one day...

With the right woman.

In addition to the marks that adorn his body, he suddenly became concerned about the apparent roughness of his hands when he met Bird. His deliciously curvy southern belle was just so soft and sweet all over, and he honestly couldn't fathom why she would allow him to touch her.

And he didn't want to do anything that might sully that sweetness.

He worried that his coarse demeanor, his rough around the edges personality might inadvertently damage the seemingly delicate shop owner. So you can imagine his surprise one night when he awoke to Bird looming above him, lightly whispering gentle kisses over each and every mark.

Ari has never been the type of man to cry. He's not against it by any means. If anything he shed a tear the moment his feet stepped back on U.S. soil after both of his deployments. But that night...

That night he found himself overwhelmed with emotion. And then he took her into his arms and proceeded to make love to his woman so slow and sweet until he forgot where he began and she ended.

Bird positively adores him. And while she may not yet be okay with public displays of affection, she makes a point of holding his rough, battle scared hands whenever they're together. And he finds himself grinning like a fool whenever she kisses his knuckles.

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Well, I hope that answers your questions. Thanks for the ask!

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[just-my-hyperfixations-ya-know]

Cirrus x Anxious!GN!Reader

Summary:

Cirrus has her eyes on a guitar tech that sets up their instruments before the show after hearing a very interesting array of songs that were used on a mic check. 

Warnings: cussing, anxiety all the time, maybe mild autism but that's also just how I experience the world, sexual references but nothing too explicate, kinda a slow build-up with POV switches that are labeled so it's obvious

Pronouns: Cirrus she/her, Reader they/them

Word Count: ~4400

Reader POV

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…” you mutter to yourself, keep counting, “eight guitars, four are acoustic, all are Jasmine acoustic, four are electric, all are squire fenders, we only need 2 of each but just in case.” If Dewdrop decides to abuse his guitar and manages to break a string, or a guitar gets dropped, or if someone trips or falls off the stage and damages a guitar, or a strap breaks and it falls and it messes with the mic. Wait, breathe, we need air. We just need to breathe. Taking a deep breath and you look over to see Cirrus, oh my wait is she looking in my direction. Walking towards the rack of spare mics not really paying attention to where your feet are at this moment.

WHAM.

“Shit” you say as you promptly fall over a speaker and your hands collide with the ground barely keeping you from smacking your face into the ground, hands already stinging.

“Are you okay?” You hear a higher voice but only see black and white shoes at that moment. The unknown person then reached out a gloved hand to help you up and you accepted. As you look up to see who it is when you lock eyes with a chrome mask you freeze.

“I- I er um yeah, thanks.” Your face begins to feel hot realizing who  just watched you eat dirt but also just helped you up from falling over.

“Watch out, or you’ll start to look like Dewdrop from all the tripping.” Cirrus laughed.

“I,” you pause, “yeah, I’ll uh take note.” before exiting as quickly as possible with your eyes facing the floor hoping you were not starting to sweat before barely even starting work. It’s only been an hour and you should not already be this sweaty. Okay sound check, just a quick sound check.

“Y/n are you ready for a sound check?” Your walkie statics to life.

“Yes I am ready.” You reply

“Okay first up keyboards.” the static walkie replies 

Stepping up to the keyboards your first run your hands all down the keyboard to make sure every key worked before then playing a simple tune, Addams Family Theme because it seemed funny. 

Cirrus POV

“Hey Dewdrop you wouldn't believe what reminded me of you on my way over here.” I laughed while walking towards him. 

“What was it?” He asked. Before being able to answer I heard the mic testing start for tonight's ritual. Wait, is that The Addams Family I thought. 

“Is that The Addams Family theme song being played on my piano for mic testing?” I asked aloud. Dewdrop's ears peaked promptly.

“Yeah, that one tech that tours with us is the one that usually tests just guitars now just tests all of the instruments to save on time, they can only play guitar so there is always something funny and simple playing for the pianos and drums.” Dewdrop answered.

“How do you know this?” I asked.

“I break my strings so often that the Swiss started to make me help the guitar techs with fixing the guitars after shows since it was my fault. So I talk to Y/n after shows and we kinda hang out because it takes a few hours depending on the show and what I fucked up that night. It’s fun though they are cool, very anxious though.” Dewdrop answered. 

Reader POV

“Okay what's next?” you ask the walkie

“Your favorite, guitars.” the little black box replied.

“Hell yeah.” you mutter, “any requests?” before asking the sound crew.

“Do ‘Phantom of the Opera’ . I just want to see if it's possible.” the crew replied back.

“Yes, it's annoying but yes.” you groaned knowing fully well this only would use 1 string and you need to still check them all. Before proceeding to pick up a guitar and starting.

Cirrus POV

“Wait, that's strange, is that one of those musicals being played on a guitar?” I asked Dewdrop.

“I asked about this before, the sound crew and them have a bet, it's just about whatever is funniest or hardest they play on the guitar for mic checks.” Dewdrop answered.

“I’ll be back.” I half mutter walking towards the stage. Standing in the wings I see them smiling and laughing while playing the different guitars on stage.

Reader POV

“Okay you win for that one but we still need all of the strings played.” Sound said through the walkie. 

“I could have told you that, okay just gonna do something quick that uses the other strings.” you replied, a thought pops into your head, before then starting the intro to ‘Seek and Destroy’ by Metallica and then quickly plucking the last string towards the end so we had all the strings.

“Cool, alrighty we gotta repeat for the next 7 now.” Sound laughed though the walkie.

“Any challenges?” I asked.

“Flight of the bumblebee?” 

“I hate all of you.” you laughed into your walkie, you then picked up the next electric guitar while attempting the next song, which was nearly impossible it seems. You then aftering doing the first 2 measures give or take then plack the last three strings to be sure that all were tested. After a mildly successful attempt which was really 2 times slower than the songs actual speed but you didn’t feel like tearing up your fingers you then speak into the walkie “You owe me dinner, after the show before you leave you owe me dinner for that one.” You chucked into the walkie attached to the shoulder of your polo.

“Alright, that is fair, I thought that one wasn’t possible, how do you know these off the top of your head?” Sound crew questioned.

“I play by ear.” You answered.

“Bull shit!” The walkie screamed. You then covered my ears from the sudden volume increase. “Oh sorry, I forgot about that.” The walkie was way quieter that time.

“Don’t worry about it, once we are done with these instruments, check . I just need to take a quick 5 minute break.” You say.

“Yeah, not a problem.” Sound says.

“Alright, I want to just speed through the next few guitars, no challenges?” You asked.

“Hell yeah, let's get this show on the road.” Sound enthoistually replied. You then pick up the next guitars and do different little quick riffs to check on each of them. “O Sweet Child Mine” by Guns n’ Roses, followed up with “Master of Puppets' ' by Metallica to finish off the electric guitars. 

You choosing to be slightly amusing for the acoustic guitars the first was “Fly me to the moon” by Frank Sinatra, without the capo everything was down about 5 keys but still it sounded like fly me to the moon, then “Remember Me” from Coco because its funny to play random little Pixar soundtracks while working, “Crazy little thing called love” by Queen, and finally “I’m yours” by Jason Maraz because sometimes when touring with a satanic metal band it's nice to have a little bit of light hearted songs. Plus it was really to see the reactions from the crew setting up the lighting above you. 

“Alrighty what’s next?” you asked.

“Did you just play Jason Maraz?” Sound questioned.

“Yes, what's next?” you ask.

“B- bass” Sound crew snorted out between laughs.

“Okay I only know one bass line though.” you batch over the walkie, before then just playing the bass line from “Feel Good Inc '', you're aware it's a repeat tonight but it's the only one you know. You do it for both bass checks because it's easier that way. “Drums now?” you then ask.

“Yes drums, can you learn a new bass line, it's getting boring?” Sound crew asks.

“Fine when we are on the bus to the next town I’ll use one of the basses to learn something, only for you Sound.” you mockingly answered while walking towards the drum set, before then drumbing just about the worst beat ever played but it hit all of the drums and symbols.

Cirrus POV

Watching enamored by the person I never noticed till today, wait Dewdrop says they are touring which means they are on the crew bus. As I continued to watch I kept quiet and just enjoyed all of the guitar and bass music being tested before then seeing them walk up to the drums. After hearing all the music I was prepared to hear a new beautiful thing on the drums only to hear the most off beat array of scattered drums.

“Who is playing my drums like that?” Mountain said.

I slightly jumped, “Uhh Y/n I believe their name is, I guess it's a mic check and they don’t know how to play the drums. They knew everything for the guitars and bass though, it sounded great earlier.” I blabbed.

“Wait, Cirrus, do you have a thing for guitar tech?” Moustian teased.

“You know nothing.” I scolded, slightly louder than anticipated because Y/n immediately whips their head towards the two of us. They then proceeded to get flushed and started to talk into their walkie leaving the stage and heading towards the opposite  end of the stage in the wings. 

“You should talk to them.” Mountain said lightly shoving me.

“Dammit your right.” I replied.

Reader POV

“Hey sound, I'm going to take that break now since the mic check is done.” You say in the walkie before waking in the opposite direction you should be going. But you didn’t want to have to walk past those two ghouls, wait where they were judging you, what if you are not good enough to be on this tour. Fuck fuck fuck what did you do wrong, you where  just doing your job, same every day, test piano, guitars, bass, and then drums, drums where always shit but why was Cirrus there today of all days and why was Mousatin. Why, shit she probably saw how terrible that was, she probably thinks I’m an idiot right now. 

“One, two, three, four, five…” You begin muttering while walking down the stairs counting each step as you go down to the basement of the venue, “twelve, thirteen, fourteen…” 

“Hey, what's the rush?” you hear a deep voice behind you say. Looking behind you and seeing a chrome mask and mildly freaking out before realizing it was Dewdrop.

“Walking downstairs where the spare guitars are kept, I’m going to find the one you broke and keep working on fixing it. I had to take off the whole front panel from you, Swiss, and Rain messing around on stage.” I defended myself.

“Huh, because it looked like you accidentally embarrassed yourself in front of Cirrus and now you are going to hide before the show starts and hope she doesn't see you for the rest of the tour because you think she is secretly judging you.” Dewdrop rambled while being completely correct.

“I- psh, you know nothing.” You attempted and failed to brush off his comment. 

“I hope you know she wants to talk to you tonight after the show.Or at least I think she does.” Dewdrop said.

“Dewdrop, that's not funny.” You snarked.

Dewdrop takes off his mask revealing his gray skin and silver hair then starting, “I am being serious Y/n.” 

“Shit.” was all you could muster at first, “uh thanks for the warning, I will be down here for most of the show, you know, noises. So uh, I'll be down here for most of it, I’ll have my walkie if anything happens during the show that we would need a second back up.” 

“Y/n are you okay.” Dewdrop asked.

“I- yeah, just anxious you know kinda sorta all the time.” You say starting to pace while pulling on your fingers, “between the clergy, Cardinal, joining this thing, learning about ghouls, and demons, and now Cirrus. I mean it's a lot all at once and not this kinda just feels like the straw that broke the camel's back. I mean I have been in love practically with Cirrus since before I even got to start running tech and when I was just working at one of the side locations just fixing whatever was left over from the tour. And now? I am just so freaked out with how much everything is happening all at once. I mean what if I ruin everything, what if she's disgusted by me, I mean I am just a human, this doesn’t seem like something that would happen normally. I mean you said she wants to see me is this like a ‘are you okay you ate dirt on stage’ is this a ‘stay away from me you creep me out’ or a I don’t even know sorta thing.” You rambled. 

“Y/n, your going to hyperventilate,” Dewdrop started coaxing you to sit on the steps with him, “Most Ghouls are very polyaromus like incredibly, I’d say I've been with most of the sisters and brothers at this point; wait that's off track; anyway some are not like me, like Cirrus, she was always more of a calm breeze and less of a wild wind if you know what I mean. You worry too much Y/n it’ll be the death of you. I saw as Cirrus watched in amazement at you playing the guitars on stage and laughing, she also was asking about you. I mean her tail was literally wagging while she watched you.” 

“You have tails?” You questioned.

“Yes, not the point. Everything will be okay.” Dew said.

“Thank you Dew.” You say and your hands shake less and less. 

“I have to go, the show starts in 45 minutes so the venue will start to fill soon, so ya know, gotta stay out of sight till it starts.” Dewdrop remarks before putting on his mask and bounding out of the room. You always forget how fast ghouls are. 

Cirrus POV

I swear there is just something about them, it's hard to explain. I’ve never even noticed them until today, why didn’t I notice them. Dew said they had a bet running with tech and have been doing mic checks like this for almost the whole tour which means we’ve been on the same tour together for two months. We only have another two months left and I have no clue where they go after this. Okay if I find Dew I could ask him about them. Seeing Dew coming up from the basement of this venue i started towards him, huh wonder why he was in the basement.

“Hey Dew, do you know where the guitar tech Y/n is?’ I asked. Dewdrop said that they knew them.

“Yeah why?” He questioned.

“Alright if I tell you, promise you will not tell anyone.” I said in a hushed voice. 

“Cool promise, shoot for it.” Dew responded.

“Alright so the guitar tech Y/n I am realizing that maybe there is something more, and maybe I want to talk to them after the show, or who knows before I don’t know. Do you know what I mean?” I was beginning to ramble before Dew started laughing, “Dew stop, I know that they are human, you’ve been with practically every sister and brother so you have no room to judge.” 

“No you don’t get it,” he started to wheeze, “I swear this is a loop I just had this exact same conversation with Y/n.”

“What, you said you kinda hung out with  this person. You are friends with and talk to co-workers in private. Wait you said you knew where Y/n is and you came up from the basement, are you fucking Y/n!” I then started to yell a bit towards the end.

“What, no. I would never. Besides the fact that Y/n has said and I quote ‘you have more stds than a monkey orgey in Staten Island’ when we talked once. In addition Y/n is a bit more hesitant around people or ghouls so we kinda keep our friendship on the down low ya know. Anyway what I was going to say, you two are perfect. You are both these anxious mutual pining strange ghouls or in Y/n case person.” Dewdrop laughed.

“Wait really?” I asked.

“They are down stairs, they are just fixing up some guitars I broke down there so if you visit they can talk. Also they know, like about the ghoul thing, tails and all so you can take off your mask.” Dew then suggested. 

Reader POV

Wearing headphones at the moment because your walkie buzzes you were listening to ‘Square Hammer’ it often was sung by the whole venue so it was hard to hear the guitars for live shows most days. Holding an exacto knife you were cutting out a new vinyl for guitar that was covered in scratched after being dropped from Swiss falling off the stage last week. Before feeling a tap at your shoulder and jumping to them promptly cutting the tip of your finger and it immediately starting to bleed.

“Ah shit!” You yell while taking out your headphone to see who tapped your shoulder and then you see her, no chrome mask, no masking of anything, red eyes, fangs, gray skin, silver hair, horns and all. She looks so beautiful, so breathtaking, just so everything you feel your face heats up as you stick your finger in your mouth to stop the bleeding.

“I am  so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I am so sorry. Shit.” Cirrus started.

“No no don’t worry it's okay, not the first time you watched me injure myself today. Trust me I do it more often than you think. See it's not even bleeding anymore.” You say reassuring her. Huh you guess that maybe Dewdrop talk had help considering you're not a sputtering mess at the moment. 

“Are you okay?” She asked timidly.

“Don’t worry, I’m a clutz.” You admitted.

“I want to talk to you. You are on tour with us and part of the Ghost Project so you are with us on tour and I wanted to know if you wanted to come on the ghoul bus tonight and hang out for a bit because I saw you during the mic checks and I really admire the way you brighten up everybody the best way possible. And the way you always make sure that my idiot brothers won’t ruin the show with their shenanigans and ensure that they always have back ups upon back ups…” Cirrus started to ramble. 

“I, yes. I would like to go on the tour bus with you tonight.” You said grabbing her hands and stopping her from rambing.

“I am not usually like this.” She said smiling.

“Don���t worry, I am not either.” You respond.

“Do you think you’ll stay upstairs for the show today?” She asked.

“I can.” You answered. The both of you continued to talk as you headed upstairs towards the stage. Before opening the door at the top of the stairs she puts back on her mask and you see her tail just dissipate like it was never there. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing your tail just dissipate.” you say. 

“I never have,” she replied, “I don’t look like I do now.” 

“Are you ready? 20 min till the show starts.” You ask.

“I’m always ready.” Cirrus replied in a serious tone before immedy laughing, “I’m joking I am ready but it's fun to be overly dramatic.” You laugh alongside her. 

“Why do you think I played Coco today? It's just fun to do random things whether it's dramatic or just funny.” You said.

“Are all ghouls in position?” You walkie spurted to life.

“No still missing Cirrus.” Another voice said.

“I got her, she's on her way.” You voiced it. 

“Y/n you're gonna be up for this show?” A voice asked.

“Yeah, I’ll fix that old guitar tomorrow. I have a feeling something may break tonight on stage.” You said. Cirrus laughs before walking to her spot on stairs to enter the stage where the pianos are. Standing in the wings you watch the show. 

It was almost like this was planned for what series of events happened, 20 minutes into the set you see a drum stick fly from Mountain’s hand and immediately hits Dewdrop in the back of the head, Dew drops the guitar where somehow one of his claws cuts the strap and it crashed to the ground making a loud screeching noise. Picking up a spare Fender Guitar you run across the stage grabbing the now mildly broken guitar with 2 broken strings and replacing Dew’s guitar almost as fast as it had broken. 

“Dew what the actual fuck.” You whispered to him as you handed him the new guitar before running off stage with the broken one.The audience roared in applause from the quick save with nearly no delay in the show. 

At the end of the song you hear Cardinal Copia begin to speak.

“Mouatin what the fuck was that.” In one of his joking tones, “that was one of the most final destination style issues to occur, was that planned?” Mountain shrugged, “I understand that maybe Dew wants to fuck the guitar tech but you don’t need to break the guitars to do so. Look at how easy it is.” He said before turning towards the audience. “Hello my loyal followers! Who would like to fuck in the parking lot after the show!” The audience roared with screams and thundrances applause agreeing to a giant orgy out in the parking lot. This made you laugh as you were already replacing the two broken strings while staring at Cirrus. She looked at you and smiled a toothy grin so you could see from backstage her grin.

“Oh Cirrus, not you too!” Cardinal Copia laughed, “Since every ghoul up here apparently wants to fuck lets do a little song about fucking.” Monstrance Clock starts to play and you laugh while smiling at Cirrus.

Towards the end of the set for the night you hear the infamous, “Why don’t you give it to them motherfucker!” From the Cardinal and the final song ‘Square Hammer’ begins. 

After all of the bows, and the throwing of drum sticks and picks into the audience, the shaking hands. You got onto the stage and started to clean up. 

“So which ghoul are you fucking.” Sound crew asked in the walkie.

“None at the moment but there is hope.” You laughed in response.

“That didn’t answer the question.” Sound responded again.

“Not telling.” You said into the walkie.

“I’m not getting you dinner now.” Sound taunts.

“Don’t worry about dinner, it was fun anyway, but at least an energy drink for the next show.” You said.

“Deal, pretty sure everything is handled you can start getting all of the last guitar things onto the truck and not bother with anything else for tonight.” Sound replied.

“Thanks.” You said before turning off your walkie for the night and putting it inside the crew bin as you exited the stage. Heading towards the basement to pack up the remaining guitar supplies to be transported to the next city you get interrupted by someone wrapping you up in a hug from behind.

“AghH!” You made an almost guttural scream. Laughing ensued from the three ghouls behind you. You started to turn to see Cirrus with her arms wrapped around you and Dew and Mountain laughing from your jump scare.

“That was hilarious, almost as funny as that mic test for the drums.” Mountain laughed.

“Hey hey hey I do not play drums they had me do that today because I'm already on stage for 8 mice tests might as well include 4 more between the drums and pianos.” You defended. 

“Did you like the unofficial but official plan?” Dew asked.

“I fucking knew it.” You remarked. 

“We wanted you to get on stage for a moment, you know shine.” Dew said.

“Why.” you asked.

“Dunno Cirrus asked us to break a guitar during the show.” Mountain replied.

“I wanted you to be right about thinking a guitar would break,”Cirrus explained. 

“So you are the guitar tech, so which one are you fucking? Cirrus, Dew, or Mountain?” The Cardinal asked as if he had just suddenly appeared from thin air. You looked down knowing your place when by the cardinal.

“I- we are not fucking yet, but definatly something.” Cirrus interjected.

“Huh, good for you. Don’t make drama with it, and Y/n don’t worry I know who everyone is you can look up and talk don’t worry.” The Cardinal laughed while you looked up before he then started to walk away.

“I have to pack away these guitars very quickly so they can be loaded. I'll be back in 10 minutes.” You say before running down the stairs. Once downstairs you quickly put away all of the guitars before grabbing your backpack from the corner of the room. Running over to the bathroom you change into just a pair of black jeans and a white shirt and out of the uniform of slacks and polo for shows. 

“Y/n” Cirrus called down the stairs.

“Just one minute.” You shout while washing your hands to get the grease and dust off your hands. You leave the bathroom. And before you had a second to think Cirrus pulls you in my belt loop and kisses you, and you melt into it feeling. A whirlwind of emotions and loving every second at it causes you to take your breath away from the feeling.

“Are you sure you are okay with this?” She asks.

“Yes” 

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[heedmywarnings]

Beyond your barrier

In which you shift into genshin. I SAW THIS ON TIKTOK SO IT'S NOT MY IDEA.

Link: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8F34c1C/

♤-~-♤

Surreal.

Everything is so... detailed, so lifelike. You made a right decision (for the first time.)

Hastily running around on the verdent grass as you can smell the scent of faint cecilia on the air... and blood? Oh dear, you spotted a familiar golden-haired traveller... bleeding heavily, "H-hey! Are you alright!?" You yelled, you managed to get the attention of Paimon, "Please help us! She's injured!" She yells in a rather high pitch, you guess writing that you have healing powers in your script came in handy.

Lumine was sitting on the grass staining it crimson, you knelt on one knee as you grasped her injured leg, "Ugh!" She groaned in pain, this alarmed you so your next attempt at healing her was slow.

Slowly but surely, her skin regenerated and the blood soon faded. "Thank you--I didn't have any bandages on me so yeah.. thank you," she thanked once more, cautiously as she just had her foot miraculously healed.

"I'm Lumine, this is Paimon. I'm guessing you've heard about us before?"

"How could I not? Anyways I'm [Y/N]

Since the Traveller had finished their commissions and doesn't have anything particular to do, they just hung out with you.

Of course, you went to Mondstadt and that'd where you encounter a certain hydro mage.

"Traveller! Pleasant meeti-" Mona cut herself off when she saw you. Her smile fell into a thin line and her gaze widened, "Mona! This is [Y/N]" Paimon introduced, "[Y/N, this is Mona!" She says happily.

After a short conversation, Mona left hurriedly, seemingly too frantic for her norml self.

Once she was alone in her apartment, she conjured her scryglass, "That... what is that?" She questioned herself, titling a few things, "It was like they weren't there--but they were! They can be barely called an entity!" Mona proceeded to panic, but after a few moments of looking in her scryglass, she found her answer.

"It's a shifter."

A/N

There's something about the word Y/N that gives me an awkward vibe idk why😭 also just wanna repeat again THIS IS NOT MY IDEA, credits to the original owner! Also can this even be regarded as sagau? Idk anymore man😭😭

#genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #shifting #genshin imagines #not my idea

[skynapple]

Budding Romance | Ch. 10

Love and Deepspace | Jeremiah x MC / slow-burn / friends-to-lovers

warnings: none

Multi-chapter | A03 link

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"Deflection" Quiet schemes and pranks

Xavier and his huntress partner walked mostly in comfortable silence until they began to near the flower shop, then he turned to her, a sparkle of mischief in his eye.

“I have an idea. Do you want to help me prank him?"

She smiled excitedly. “Yes."

Without another word, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Immediately as she braced, he teleported them to land squarely in front of Jeremiah who had just stepped outside his greenhouse behind the building. The curly haired brunet jumped back with a yelp and proceeded to raise his voice.

“XAVIER! I told you to use the damn door!"

Xavier put on an innocent expression, as if it was the first time he’d ever been spoken to in that tone. ”Oh. I'm sorry."

Blonde eyebrows knit together as he set the girl down, it was the type of face anyone would have trouble yelling at, like a little kid who's deeply hurt by your tone. Jeremiah made no indication of being affected by it, clearly used to the antics.

"I swear to God-" He stopped short, having finally noticed her and froze. Clearing his throat to recover, he glanced at his friend then back to her, eyebrows still bearing together in annoyance.

"You? You let him drag you around like that?”

She suddenly felt like she made exactly the right decision and tried to throw on a sweet smile. “I thought you might have missed me.”

Both boys stared at her for a moment, greatly puzzled, then at each other, and Jeremiah bore a wide grin. 

“You don’t say! It’s like we're connected! I was just thinking-" Immediately cutting him off was a wet spritz from a nearby spray bottle of water. All he could do was flinch back and attempt to swat at it.

”Ah! I mean-” He stammered, still trying to grab it, “I was just about to close up.”

"Sorry!" She says, hoping they wouldn’t start bickering and that he wouldn’t be too mad. "I was just going to buy something real quick, actually. I was wondering if you had any air plants?”

He finally grabbed the spray bottle and set it outside on the little table behind the shop, adjacent a few other larger tools on hooks. “Oh, actually, I just sold out of those today. Sorry! Let’s see what else I have?”

He moved to guide her with his hand but quickly drew his hand back as the blonde was suddenly shoving between them. Jeremiah put his arms up and let the man hold the door for her instead, but not without a teasing glance. 

Jeremiah was cautious with Xavier around, knowing he could tease, but only so much. The man had a short limit of what he would tolerate, and Xavier was a jealous, jealous man.

In spite of this, he tried to remind himself that she was his friend to, and he had every right to be around her, and close to her.

While he showed her a few options that would suit her desk, he found himself wondering what she had done throughout the week. Small talk was kept light, but it felt too light. He was struggling to find a tone of familiarity, especially with seering blue eyes burning holes in him. 

"You keeping your plants alive lately?" He asked.

"She's not." Xavier answered for her.

She didn’t seem to mind, laughing a little. “Not true! I’m doing much better, thanks to Jer’s help. I’m starting to have more faith in myself. That’s why I want one for my desk too! I want to show people what I’m capable of.”

“See, Xavier? If you had half this determination with your cooking skills, you'd be a bigger hit with the ladies. Or, maybe you just need a private tutor.”

Maybe it was a little too suggestive. The blonde put himself between the pretending to examining the forget-me-nots that were recently put on display. ”No… I'm practicing plenty on my own. And I'm watching cooking channels too as of late.”

She snorted, moving around him, a little closer to Jeremiah to examine the shelf he was working on.

"You say that,” she continued in response to him, "but I always smell stuff burning from upstairs.”

"Well..." he scratched his head, "Practice makes perfect?”

Jeremiah snorted. "He needs help. Maybe you outta-" A sharp hit to the arm by the back of Xavier’s fist quieted him. In confusion Jeremiah squinted, rubbing the sore spot, unsure why the sudden denial.

Maybe he's trying to... surprise her? was all he could think.

In his mind, all he was doing was trying to help bring them closer. He couldn't imagine why it wouldn't be a good opportunity, or what was going on in Xavier’s head. 

Or... maybe he's struggling too? Because she's different?

He glanced over and saw her closely examining the star shaped merch that Xavier had insisted upon carrying in the store.

Maybe he doesn’t see what I’ve been seeing

As if sensing his eyes on her, she met his gaze, eyes darting away, smiling brightly as if embarrassed. He didn't think much of it.

A small leafy pot caught her attention and she held it up to Xavier, asking “What do you think of this one?” To Jeremiah, even such a small gesture as wanting his opinion made sense. For as long as he had known them, they'd only had eyes for each other. That was all it ever was.

“Well,” Xavier was contemplating, “It’s a little much for your desk, don’t you think? It’ll end up spilling over to mine.”

A sigh. “You’re right. But maybe somewhere in my house then.”

Once she’d decided made up her mind, Jeremiah rang her up and sent them on their way, mildly suggesting to Xavier to walk her home. This time, the man agreed.

As he cleaned up and locked everything away, he couldn’t help but smile to himself about the whole interaction. There was definitely something warmer about her. It was endearing. There was a small wish in his heart that she’d come alone. He suppressed it, trying to be proud of himself for actually getting Xavier to take action. After all, different universe or not, they belonged together, didn’t they?

--

That night, she ate her dinner and headed out into the night, eager to arrive at her local grocery before closing time. There at the front of the store stood a sorry shelf of wilting florals of various sorts, all marked down so low that even a child could afford them.

She picked up one that allegedly was once supposed to be pretty azaleas and headed to the self checkout where by now the attendants all knew her name.

A gruff older woman laughed, viewing the wilted plant in the process of being purchase. ”You some kind of florist, hon? You’ve made a habit of clearing out the dead ones."

She laughed. "Not yet! I'm learning though!"

With that, she left happily into the night.

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[dont-f-with-moogles]

Drunk Drabbles 62: "If you can't sleep... we could have sex?" So, I really wasn't happy with my previous answer to this ask. I decided to work on it and I now have the improved version! Gonna delete the old one, but there are a few people who reblogged it anyway so it is still out there on the vast planes of Tumblr if anyone wants it. Thank you for the prompt @youre-ackermine!

Up All Night Characters: Levi x Hange Word Count: 974 words Modern AU (NSFW - still based on that Friends episode)

Gritting his teeth, Levi clicked on his bedside lamp and shifted around to glare at Hange. He had already endured the commotion of her pummelling her pillow into a more comfortable shape. His significant annoyance had then proceeded to toss and turn so violently that it had sent the entire bed frame creaking with her. It was all to no avail, for Hange threw herself onto her back in exasperation.

“Sor-ry Levi!” she yawned, stretching her arms over her head. It had been on the tip of Levi’s tongue to tell her just how sorry she was going to be if she kept him awake for much longer, before he hesitated. 

“Look Four Eyes, if you can’t sleep, we could always…”

He trailed off, his expression serious despite a steely glint in his eye. Hange studied his face as though sifting through vast, hidden depths of meaning. Confident in her findings, her features brightened. Then, as Levi held her gaze, Hange’s smile faltered.

“Wait… you’re not talking about cleaning the kitchen are you?”

“I meant sex, you idiot.”

“Ah… in that case, I think your pillow talk might need some work, Levi.” Hange rolled onto her stomach, resting her folded arms upon his bare chest. She lay against him, her chin nestled in the crook of her elbow. 

“You mean… it’s not working on you right now?” he whispered, trailing his fingers through her hair.

Hange’s eyes were fixed upon his own. 

“I didn’t say that…” She lifted her head and pressed her lips against his. Levi gathered the loose strands away from her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. He stroked her jawline; his open mouth against hers. Hange withdrew before moving in again to kiss the warmth of his neck, his chest, his tensed abdomen. As she neared the crest of his hip bone, Levi’s breath came in shallow gasps. He stifled a moan as she took his cock in her hand and slowly ran her tongue up from base to tip.

“Fuck…”

Her wet, parted lips traced the tip and Levi let out his breath in a low hiss. He was forced to bite back a few more obscene words as she closed her mouth around him. Levi’s head sank backwards, his fingers clenching Hange’s shoulder. His hips bucked forward, seeking pressure from the tightness of her lips. Instead, Hange raised her head to smile at him.

“Okay, okay! I won’t keep you waiting…”  

She brought herself up into sitting position, thighs straddling Levi’s waist. Hange reached down to grasp and guide him to her. Levi was clutching her leg tight enough to leave the print marks of impatient fingertips upon her skin. He gave a slow, deep thrust into her and Hange uttered a sharp gasp at the intrusion. She clenched her knees into his sides, then leaned down to take Levi’s face in her hands. Her hair fell over his face, tickling his forehead and chin as their noses touched. Levi felt Hange’s breath lifting the heat from his cheeks. He, too, stroked her soft skin, marvelling at her dark eyes and curved nose. Levi regarded her in silent disbelief, his eyes mapping down each beautiful feature until they came to settle upon her lips. 

“Maybe it’s not so bad that we can’t sleep…” Hange whispered.

She kissed him deeply and Levi moved beneath her. With a sigh of pleasure Hange sat up, one hand gripping his arm. She pushed down on him, relishing the delicious ache of him inside her. Then she began to rock against him rhythmically, heat flooding her neck and chest. 

“Ah… this feels so… hah… huh?” Hange lowered her head and swept her tangled hair out of her face. Levi’s hand had fallen from her leg.

“Levi?”

Her partner’s eyes were closed; his mouth slightly open. Unlike her own ragged breathing, Levi’s chest was rising and falling quite steadily.

Hange touched Levi’s face again. He made a mild sound of recognition, then exhaled. Incredulous, Hange prised herself off of him and lifted his half-hard cock. Although she was tempted with a far more inventive means of waking Levi, Hange instead gave his shoulder a shake. Finally, she clicked on her bedside lamp. 

“What just happened?” Hange demanded. Her hair was wild; her forehead glistened with beads of sweat and her skin was stained in patches of colour. Levi gazed at her through half-closed lids.

“...had sex, then we fell asleep…” 

“No.” Hange was still struggling to slow her breathing. “No, we were in the middle of sex and you fell asleep.”

“Ha…” His voice was thick with drowsiness. “I’m sure we both finished. You were great.” With that, he reached to click off the lamp, then rolled over onto his side. Furious, Hange snapped on the light.

“So fucking bright…” 

“Look, I was giving you some of my best moves and you missed it!” Hange snarled, “so now we’re gonna finish what we started!”

She waited, the little patience she still had dwindling rapidly, whilst Levi groaned into his pillow. Muttering to himself, he turned onto his back.

“Okay… do what you want to me.” Levi lay still, eyes closed. “Just don’t wake me.” 

Hange gaped in silent outrage. The mattress springs creaked in protest as she sprang off the bed to seize her clothes from the floor.

“Fine!” 

She hopped about in an attempt to get her leg into her shorts. “Fine!” she repeated, yanking her baggy t-shirt over her head. “I’m going to make you some tea to wake you up!”

She turned to march from the room. Then, stopping at the doorway, Hange called back over her shoulder.

“And I probably won’t spill tea leaves all over the floor!”

Levi battled with the covers to sit upright.

“Hang on Four Eyes, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up!”

... Asks are always welcome. Send me a prompt from the list, put your feet up, have a cuppa and I'll whip you up a drabble while you wait. 👉 Drabble challenge.

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[captainmalewriter]

For One Night

It's been a long day of people watching. I stood along the sidewalk as crowds of people walked past me all day. I observed everyone that walked past me as scouted out potential talent within the mass of people. Although I did find a few handsome faces, none of them were open to conversation when I approached them. The most I could get from them was a "sorry, I'm in a rush," and then they walked off. It was frustrating, for sure, but nevertheless I remained vigilant in my search for the next guest star of my little internet show For One Night.

The sun was beginning to set, and I still had no luck. I worried that the next episode would have to be delayed at this rate. I began planning for the weeks ahead in my head; I'd have to edit one of the unreleased episodes we recorded but never got around to due to low appeal. Then I'd have to market the damn thing and after that I have to deal with low viewer rates because the algorithm demanded consistent posting regardless of quality. All the while, I'd still have to be on streets looking for the next star and then-

It quickly became too much to keep track of in my head. I shook my head, all the planning would have to wait until I was back at my desk again.

I ended up spacing off for a while. I guess even someone as determined as I was got tired after hours of fruitless searching. I sat there on a bench while I took another casual glance at the crowd of people all around me. Nobody looked particularly interested at first glance, but then after I took another look, I saw someone with potential. I quickly got up and approached them.

"Hey there, you in the white tank!" I called out. The guy heard me and slowed down.

"You talking to me?" the burly guy said to me. I nodded, and the guy met me halfway.

"What if I told you there was an easy way to make money," I started my pitch. Right away, I saw the guy wasn't buying it as his face scrunched up.

"I would say you're scamming me,"

"Haha, I can see why you'd say that, but hear me out for a minute or two if you'd be so kind. Now, look here..." I took out a wad of cash from my pockets. I flipped through the stack of 20s with thumb and forefinger, letting the sound of the bills speak for themselves.

"All cash money, right here, right now. All you have to do is let a chick give you a blowjob on camera."

The guy scoffed. He turned to start walking away, but I reached out to him before he could leave.

"Think about it, bro, you're getting money for getting sucked off by a hot chick! It's a win-win situation for you. Here, see for yourself,"

I took out my phone and unlocked it where there was a picture of me and my sister already waiting. I showed him the picture, and he did a double take when he saw it.

"Damn, she kinda bad... Who is that?" he asked.

"An old friend from high school," I lied.

He kept checking her out on my phone. I let him for another minute or so, then I turned off the phone. He looked annoyed when I did that.

"So what do you say, you down?"

He looked down at the ground after I asked him that question. I waited in silence for his answer, until he looked back up to me.

"How much?"

"400 dollars, cold hard cash. Just say yes, and we'll go into that car over there where my friend's just dying to meet a man like you."

He took another minute to think about my offer. I waved the wad of cash in my hand in front of him. Then, he reached out his hand and told me he accepted the deal. I smirked as we shook on it.

I then proceeded to lead him to the back parking lot where we had parked the van. I texted my sister and friend that I had finally found a guy. They were probably annoyed that it took so long, but I didn't care. Just as long as we had found a guy for For One Night, I was content.

"This isn't one of those fake taxi videos where y'all trick me into doing some gay shit, right?"

"No! Of course not, and besides, you know those are fake right? Even the straight ones, they're all scripted."

"You mean they're all fake!?"

I turned to him after he shouted. He looked so devastated. I felt like I had just told a 9 year old kid that Santa wasn't real.

The rest of that walk was quiet, but we eventually made it to the van. I unlocked the back door for him. My sister was already in there smiling and barely dressed, already ready to play her role of horny air-headed bimbo.

"Hiii there, sexy~ I've been waiting for you!" my sister said in a very bubbly voice. The guy smirked as he hopped in next to my sister. I also got in the back seat too, and after I closed the door, my friend pulled out the parking lot and started driving.

"Alright, so here we are. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable," I told the guy as I powered up the camera. My sister was feeling him up, and the guy flexed for her in return. He then took off his shirt and shorts, leaving his cock to flop out. I almost let out a gasp at the sight of it, it was long even when flaccid.

"I hope you're ready for me, Daddy..." my sister whispered to him as she wrapped a hand around his cock. She gave it a few pumps, causing it to harden up, and then she stopped. She pulled out a handkerchief, and blinded the guy. She then took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed him to the car seats.

"Ooo I love a kinky bitch," the guy said. His dick was standing at full mast, and my sister quietly gagged at it. She then reached for the camera and I handed it off to her. I then got on my knees and began getting to work sucking him off.

"Oh yeah, baby, just like that!" he shouted out.

The smell of his sweaty balls penetrated my nose as I made my way down his entire shaft. It was rank, and his bush of pubic hair tickled every time I deep throated him. It was tough, but I kept at it. I knew the big bucks were come rolling in soon enough.

Deep, loud moans escaped this man's mouth. Everytime I came up for air, my sister made sure to talk dirty to him; helped keep the fantasy alive. He was leaking precum like a madman as I sucked him off. I felt him twitching in my mouth, and I had a feeling he was gonna cum soon. I took a deep breath through my nose, and then went down on him, shoving his whole length into my throat.

I felt the tip of his dick touch the back of my throat. He was squirming at my sudden move; I had him right where I wanted him. Even though my nose was already nuzzled deep into his bush, I pushed down even further. I kept pushing against his body, and soon enough I began to phase into him. My head sunk into his pelvic region, and I could feel his body convulsions on a whole different level now.

"Argh...! How are... you doing that!?"

He was gasping for breath. I was sinking deeper and deeper into his body. Soon enough the rest of my torso slithered inside of him, as did my legs. My presence filled his body from the inside, and I could feel every movement he made as though they were my own. I allowed myself to expand from inside of him. I filled every limb and crevice of his body with my own body. We aligned perfectly and became one.

All the pressure and tension from getting his body taken over must've been too much for him. He- I mean I, shot out ropes of hot cum all over myself. I could feel it puddle up in my new ab lines. I was panting for air as my consciousness made itself comfortable with its new body.

"Hey, you in there now?" my sister called out to me. I nodded yes, and she proceeded to take off the blindfold and uncuff me. I rubbed all the cum into my new skin like it was lotion. My sister groaned and called me gross for it.

"Whatever, you got it on camera right?"

"Of course I did, I'm not a dumbass like you,"

"It was one time!"

"And it was one time I had to go hungry cuz of you!"

I felt myself getting red in the face, and I was gonna yell back until our friend in the driver's seat hit the brakes and sent both of us flying.

"Stop yelling already!! God, I know it's been a long day for all of us but at least we finally have some new content to put out!" our friend shouted. My sister and I stayed quiet after that. She was right.

She dropped us off at our place after that, and waved goodbye as she drove off.

"You think they're gonna like this new guy?"

"Of course they will, it's OnlyFans, they'll eat it up," I walked over to our shared car. I stood in front of the hood, and my sister turned on the camera and pointed at me.

"Welcome back to another episode of For One Night! Today I gave this hottie with a body a blowjob in a car, then I took over his body while I sucked him off!" I flexed my new guns for the camera. I knew the fans go crazy the more I show off my new body.

"Check out the full body takeover, right here!"

My sister gave me a thumbs up, and turned off the camera. I felt satisfied with the introduction I gave, and now it was time for a nap. After all, I had a whole night to play with my new body ahead of me. One night of whatever I wanted.

#male body swap #male possession #male body switch #male merge #muscle #bribe #deception

[andydrysdalerogers]

Undercover ~ Six ~ We Have A Problem...

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Five ~ My Girl

Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Samantha has always been a heavy sleeper.  Only her alarm clock ever woke her up.  Until today.  She feels like she is being tickled on her neck and shoulders.  She sighs sleepily, moving to get comfortable again.  And then she hears it.  

“Morning, gorgeous.”  

Her eyes are still closed but she smiles as Jake continues to press kisses on her skin.  All of the memories and sensations from the night before flooded back and she could feel her cheeks warm.  She turns to look at Jake.  His glasses are off, but his cheeks are slightly more stubble now and she can study his eyes better.  “I’ve never noticed,” she whispered.  

“What?” He whispered back, making her giggle.  

“Your eyes. They have a bit of green in them. Like the ocean.  It's beautiful.” 

Jake begins to blush, but Sam cups his cheek, and he stares into her eyes.  He moves over and presses a sweet kiss to her lips. They kiss for a bit before he pulls back.  “I don’t know how I got so lucky to find you.”  

“And here I was thinking the same thing,” Sam replied. Jake smiled as he led her back onto her back. He ran his hand down her side, eliciting goose bumps over her skin.  

“Can I love on you, princess?” Jake bit his lower lip, waiting for her to answer.  

Sam blushed and trembled slightly at his words. Her father was the only one who really called her princess when she was little but now, the title has taken on a whole new meaning.  She nodded as Jake grinned and proceeded to kiss the life out of her.  He was gentle this time, like he knew she was sore.  He slotted himself between her legs but stopped. 

“Fuck, I don’t... we have to stop.” Jake’s smile fell until Sam held him closer, surprising him. 

“I’m clean and have birth control,” she said.  

“I’m clean too.” Jake smiled as he teased her.  When she began to whine, he placed the tip at her entrance and just barely pushed in, earning him a gasp. He slowly, methodically filled her so by the time he was buried to the hilt, she was frustrated to hell.  

“Jake, I swear...” she stopped as he withdrew his hip and then filled her again.  Torture.  That was his plan.  Pure unadulterated torture.  This went on for a while, until he saw a tear slip.  

“Princess, are you ok?” 

“No”. She sobbed, “I need more Jake, please, I can’t take it anymore.”  

He smiled and started to speed up. Not the pounding he gave her the night before but still powerful. “How’s that gorgeous? Like me hitting deep inside you?” She nodded. “I can tell because you are gripping me hard.  Are you close?” 

“So close JJ, just, oh fuck.” She was on the brink.  Jake slid his hand down her torso and to her clit, rubbing just hard enough to take her over the edge.  “Jake!” 

He watched the pleasure wash over her face and that set him off, cumming in her, his cock pulsing as he pumped her full. Finally, he slowed and kissed her softly.  “Now that’s a wakeup call.”  

Sam giggled, “it sure is.  Breakfast?” 

“Yes, please.” Jake slowly pulled out and went to the bathroom.  He cleaned up and grabbed a washcloth for Sam. He cleaned her gently, knowing she was sensitive. He pulled on his boxers as she reached for his shirt and slipped it on.  She pulled on clean panties and walked out of the room with a sway to her hips.  

Jake thought his cock was soft. It was not. 

As they finished cooking breakfast together, Jake’s cell phone rang from the living room.  He licked his fingers of the pancake batter.  “Plate that up babe, I’ll be right back.” He headed to the living room and saw that it was Clay calling.  Jake looked back at the kitchen and answered. “Hey?” 

“Jensen, where are you?” 

“Out.”  

“With the girl?”  

Jake hesitated. “No?” 

“Don’t lie to me, Jake. Cougar tailed you just in case the accounting prick followed you.”  

He sighed. “Look Colonel...” 

Clay cut him off. “Don’t call me that. Look, I don’t care. If she makes you happy, then that is great.  I had another reason for calling.  We need to meet. ASAP.”  

Jake looked at the kitchen where Sam was holding two plates and a smile that could literally make him do anything for her. “I can meet in three hours.”  

“Copy.  And Jake... have fun.”  

Jake set his phone down and headed back to her. She saw a flicker of apprehension and she frowned. “Everything ok, JJ?” 

He saw the frown and panicked. “Everything is good princess.  I forgot that I was supposed to meet with my old unit for lunch.” He sighed.  “I don’t want to leave you though. “ He kissed her cheek.  

“Oh, baby if you have plans, that's fine.  I should, uh, clean up,” she blushed a light pink.  “You could always come back after.  I mean, if you want.  No pressure or anything...” her ramble was cut off by Jake’s lips.  

He let go and cupped her cheek, thumbing her cheek. “Oh course, I want to come back. Let’s eat, I’ll help you clean up breakfast, I’ll go meet the losers and pick up a bag.  Sound good?” 

“It sounds perfect.  I’ll cook you something.” She reached up to kiss him softly.  

“Looking forward to it.”  

The Losers were all standing around in a graveyard, waiting for Jensen to show. Pooch kept looking back at Clay and Aisha. “Is anyone else having a sense of déjà vu?” 

“How do you mean?” Aisha looked at his curiously as Cougar shrugged.  

“I mean, I feel like I’ve done this before.” He looked around at all the headstones.  

“Where is Jensen?” Clay asked, interrupting Pooch.  

“Right here,” Jake replied, surprising the team. “What’s up?” 

“Jesus,” Pooch muttered.  “When did you become stealthy?” 

“I’m just having a sense of calm Poochy. Life is great, the world is great, I am awesome, and I’ve got a girl. Life is perfect.”  

“Ok perfect boy, you may want to pay attention,” Clay said as Cougar snickered.  “We’ve been reviewing, oof,” as Aisha elbowed him, “sorry, Aisha’s been analyzing the data you had gotten us.”  

Aisha cleared her throat. “Yeah, Fitzgerald is smart.  He hasn’t been using his work computer a ton for this side project.  Just a couple of times he’s done a search under 30 seconds that shows a record that he searched but not what he is searching for.”  

“Shit,” Jake mumbles.  “I’ll need to do a direct search on the network.  I have a program I can use, so I can login on Monday and get to Fitzgerald’s computer.  I can meet you after work on Monday with whatever I find.”  

“Perfect.” Clay looks at his team. “Cougar, you are still on his tail,” looking at Jake.  “Pooch, you’re with us to check out Fitzgerald’s home while they are at work.”  

“Pooch, you need to watch for any trip wires or lasers,” Jake reminded him.  “I will remote drop his security at 0900 on Monday as planned.”  

“Let’s move out,” Clay said.  As the team leaves, he pulls Jensen aside. “How’s the girl?” 

“The girl’s name is Sam and she’s great. She likes me for me.” Jake shrugs. “I’ve never had this before.”  

“I was going to tell you to make sure to NOT be yourself,” Clay joked, clapping Jake’s back. “Just make sure you keep your eye on the prize, ok? We don’t want Sam to be hurt in the crossfire if this goes sideways.”  

“Understood Colonel.”  

“Don’t call me that.”  

The rest of the weekend was uneventful.  Well, if you don’t count all the sex that Jake and Sam were having.  They were having fun, getting to know each other, inside and out.  Sam cooked a steak and potatoes meal that had Jake swooning.  

As Monday morning approached, Jake drove the pair into the office.  Sam was nervous.  The last time she walked into the office with a boyfriend was with Terry and that was not a great memory.  Her leg bounced on the seat faster and faster as they got close.  “Everything ok, princess?” 

“I’m fine,” she squeaked.  

“Talk to me.”  

She sighed. “The last time I came into the office with a man, had been my last boyfriend.  Terry. We broke up that same day.” She looked down at her hands but was surprised with Jake slid his own into hers.  

“If you want to walk alone, I understand.  I have never worked with a girlfriend before, so I don’t know how this works.”  

She looked up at him and blinked rapidly. “Girlfriend?” 

Jake realized his mistake and swallowed hard. “I mean, I want you... if you are comfortable, but if not...” he continued to ramble until he noticed the sparkle in her eye.  He groaned and tilted his head back.  “You’re fucking with me?” 

“A little bit,” she replied with a bite to her lip to suppress her smile. “JJ, I would love to walk into the office with you as your girlfriend as long as I can call you, my boyfriend.”  

Jake thought he would combust with how good it felt to have Sam say she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.  He pulled her over the center console for a sweet kiss.  “Let’s get to work Princess.”  

Walking in, Jake took Sam’s hand and guided her to the elevators.  He could feel the nerves coming from her and he squeezed it gently.  They walked out onto the floor... with Jake’s entire team watching.  Jake pointily ignored them and walked Sam to her desk.  “Lunch?” 

“Absolutely.” Sam smiled and looked up at him. Jake leaned down and gave a soft kiss.  “See you later Princess.”  

“Bye JJ,” she flushed and sat at her desk to take a moment.  

Jake walked into his area, a slight strut in his step. He went to his desk and started to get set up with for the day, fully understanding that his team was staring at him.  He hummed to himself as he waited for his laptop to boot up. “Boss?” Jake turned to see Fred standing right behind him.  

“Need something?” 

“Yea,” he ran his hand through his longish hair. “How?” 

“How what?” 

“How did you land the most beautiful girl I have ever seen?” Fred’s face changed from questioning to awe.  “Like Sam, she is a dime, and she is so nice, but she doesn’t date.  I saw her turn down that British guy in accounting.”  

Jake clenched his jaw a bit but remained calm. “Look, all I did, was be myself.  Turns out she likes it.”  He smiled and gave a shrug. “She’s amazing.”  

“She got a sister?” Dave asked.  

“Sorry, just an older brother.  Let’s run it down guys,” getting them together so they were up to speed with the day's work.  

As the team broke to get to work, Jensen loaded his detection program into his secondary laptop.  He checked to see if anyone was looking before loading the program, connected it to the office network and found Fitzgerald’s terminal.  Jake quickly looked through and found hidden files. “Jackpot,” he said to himself.  

Copying the files to his laptop, he quickly backed out before he was detected.  After his standing coffee with Sam, he went back to his investigation.  Just as he was about to give up, a line-item transaction search caught his eye.  

Search: The Duchy of Manchester.  

Jake didn’t know much about the royal family, so he jumped on Google.  Searching through, he saw the articles of the King stepping down to his son Prince Anthony in just a few months' time.  Jake made note of it and continued but there was no mention of a Duke of Manchester anywhere. He sent the information to Clay.  

Clay came back quickly. 

There is no Duke but there is an account set up for the Duchy of Manchester.  It’s a shell.  

Jake sat back.  What the hell was Fitzgerald up to?  

NEXT

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[evansbby]

Poyt Steve and Omega:

(I feel like I know the answer to this already 😅 - it’s a no, but I’ll ask anyway…) Would Poyt Steve use a vibrator or dildo with Omega? I’m wondering would Steve fuck her with a dildo? Just because 😏 (but maybe he’d be too insecure to let Omega fuck anything else but his cock)

What’s their favourite position? To me it seems like it’s doggy for Steve (based on part one) because he’s an ✨alpha✨ but he also REALLY enjoys cowgirl…as does Omega. He’s like to see her tits bounce and fuck into her and she likes being able to control the movements while stroking his face (because really he melts in her hands let’s be honest - I feel he’d love that kind of soft touch but he’ll never admit it).

Kind of soft - I feel Steve would want to be cuddle Omega while they sleep! (But Omega doesn’t like to be touched? Basing this partly because she hasn’t really made her feelings for him clear. I feel like she’s also a bit more independent than he is/less needy than he is.)

I love all your Poyt drabbles and stories! Thank you so much for sharing ⭐️

Oh I love love love these questions!!

Okay so firstly, yes Steve would fuck omega with a dildo! He did it in poyt 3! Well, he made her fuck herself but then got impatient bc she was going too slow so proceeded to do it himself! He’d use a vibrator on her too, or any toy actually. He likes being experimentative in bed as long as he’s in charge hehe.

As for Steve’s favourite position? Well I’ve actually thought this through and know the answer! It’s cowgirl! He really likes having her on top, and he fucked her in this position in poyt 1, 3 and 4 so it’s safe to say it’s his favourite! Steve loves it bc there’s something so hot about his omega so tiny and helpless on top of him, being held in place and controlled completely as he bounces her on his dick 😳😳 he can also reach really deep inside her from this angle and his breeding kink loves that. He also loves cowgirl bc he can order omega to ride him and do all the work and then mock her for inevitably failing or getting tired and then he has to take the control back which he gladly does. Steve also loves missionary with her legs thrown over his shoulders bc again his breeding kink loves that.

Omega’s fav position is harder 🤔🤔 I feel like she would just like whatever Steve likes bc when she’s with him, she sometimes forgets that she’s her own person and adapts to his interests/opinions to appease him or please him. I think she likes missionary bc she can look into Steve’s eyes and hold his hand or wrap her arms around his neck and most important she can kiss him and have an intimate moment.

Steve is definitely more of a cuddler than omega but only bc omega is VERY shy. I think they’re both equally as dependant on each other in different ways and both have moments where they can be super needy but Steve is more vocal about it and omega is more shy.

#anon #poyt ask #thank you I loved this!

[theveryworstthing]

I Live.

Gonna give y’all a little life update copy-pasted from patreon since I’ve been gone for a thousand years. I don't really want to get deep into everything because sharing too many private details about my life/family on the internet feels a little icky even when people are nice but a quick rundown is:

1. My mom was helping my aunt through the legal proceedings of a messy divorce from her abusive ex husband and had to fly to her place like every 2 weeks. During her stays there she sensed something was wrong and after a few doctor's visits we found out that my aunt has early onset dementia. She's being taken care of by family and her shitty ex will never see her again if we have any say so but it's been Rough. She doesn't deserve this shit.

2. Surgery Bonanza! Mom has to get a giant mysterious fatty mass schlorped out of her back and my Grandma Lou' s thyroid gland went insaneo style and blew up into two huge masses that had to be cut out of her throat before they completely cut off her breathing. Then she had a bonus surgery to help with her failing eyesight. On the bright side, there was no cancer found in the weird lumps harvested from my kin.

3. My cat developed a weird lump full of cancer. I spotted a small lump on his right back leg over a month ago and after begging his former vet for an appointment sooner than 2 weeks away we finally got him in. Within seconds she said that it was probably cancer and that if it is he probably won't survive the treatment for it because he's 15 so do I really want to know? Because if I know then maybe I'll want to treat this expensive thing  but if I wanted to let it ride it might be easier I guess? Because letting my weird little son die without trying to save him or give him proper end of life care is cool as long as it's cheaper and I don't have to think about it as much???? This was before any sort of intensive check on him or the tumor was done btw. The little dude was pretty much either a dead man walking or he had some mysterious swelling that time would take care of as far as she was concerned. Either way there was the vibe that she kind of wrote him off.

I ordered tests for him anyway, waited 2 weeks to get inconclusive answers, ordered an x-ray (which should have been done with the other test but whatever), waited a week and a half to learn that yeah, he probably does have cancer maybe and thank god it's not spreading too fast because uh oh! It's been almost a month and that bad boy has been growing this whole time!!!! Also it took weeks for them to bother scheduling any kind of re-check. At this point they say that there's nothing they can do and offer to get me in contact with what seems to be the only animal cancer specialist around. Who's like 2 and a half hours away. And has a crazy wait list. Did I mention that Coup hates being stuck in his carrier and will stress out and cry constantly every time he's forced to travel anywhere? So after reaching out to friends and family I found another much closer vet who could give me a second opinion first and thank god I found that place because not only did they actually judge him by his actual level of health instead of just his age when it comes to treatment (besides the cancer Coup is healthy as an ox, stellar scores in bloodwork and overall cat-ness, vet said that judging from his behavior/usage of the leg that we're probably more concerned about the situation than he is) but they also had a treatment plan rolled out and ready by the end of the visit. The boy is almost done with his chemo injections now and even though the shrinking is slow he's still in great health so we're daring to dream.

Fuck The Haters.

Other things happened but I don't want to talk about those things. The bottom line is that I'm not juggling a hell schedule or crying every day now so I want to get back in the drawing saddle. Thanks again to everyone on patreon who stuck around and basically threw their money in this mysterious pit, Y'all helped pay my bills when I was literally too mentally wrecked to work. And thanks to everyone else who sent me random good vibes, hoped I was okay, said nice things about my art, and were generally pretty cool even though I fled social media. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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[daydream-cement]

The Cedars Have Eyes Ch. 15

Characters: Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Synopsis: The death of a forest and our characters efforts to stop it.

Authors Note: Sorry!! Slow day for me to be writing! We were at Universal Studios all day, so I haven’t been writing. I have down time now <3

“Fern. Fern!” Rowan’s voice brought you back. You were wondering now much longer the torment of energy flowing through you would last. Every cell in your body ached, you felt your eyes beginning to lull shut again, “Fern!”

“What?” You finally respond to Rowan, turning your head to look at her.

“What’s the plan? How are we escaping?” Rowan asked, beginning to struggle against her vines, but they only began to grip her body tighter. You glance around the room. Alias was passed out at your feet, and Crackstone was nowhere to be seen.

“I have no plan. You shouldn’t have come here.” You felt utterly hopeless. You really had no clue of how you would escape. You were beginning to wonder why the cedars had chosen you.

Rowan wanted to kick you. She was so frustrated with you in that moment, “Don’t say that. You can’t give up. How is Crackstone doing all of this?”

“He preserved part of his soul-”

“Like a Voldemort thing?”

“I thought the same thing. He preserved it here using the souls of outcasts. When I used my powers at the old meeting house, he was awoken. He is using me and Alias to drain the forest. You are caught up.”

“Can you move the energy the other way? Like back to the forest?” Rowan looked down to Alias whose only movements were the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

“Well Crackstone would need to be in the throne. I would have to take the energy from him. He is too strong and unwilling. If he were incapacitated, I could try.” In the moment, you didn’t even want to try. The experience of working with that much energy was entirely too painful.

Rowan nodded along with your explanation and then gave her own summary, “Fuck him up. Get him in the chair. Seems easy enough.”

You hear shifting below you as Alias pushes himself up, resting his back against the wall. You couldn’t help but glare down at him. What a traitor.

He looked up at you with a similar disgust, “Don’t look at me like that.”

You roll your eyes, looking away from him. You wanted to know how he could do all of this to you and the other outcasts. Most of all he shouldn’t be using his powers to hurt anyone, period. It made you ashamed to even have powers associated with him.

Rowan spoke for you, “Why are you working for him anyway? You know he looks down on you, right?”

“I don’t work for him. We are a team.” Alias’s answer was the most asinine thing you have heard and you listened to Crackstone’s villain monologue.

“In what world are you a team? You called him master.” Your words are sharp. You were sore and angry and in no mood to beat around the bush with him.

Alias’ silence was loud. Obviously in pain, he pushed himself into a standing position, letting out a long groan as he did so. He ignored your question entirely and began limping his way towards the vault door, most likely to look for Joseph Crackstone.

———

Larissa had worked diligently with other professors to prepare a last minute trip for students to take to Jericho. Anything to keep them away from campus and the dangers that were coming. Now that they were gone for the day, she decided to focus on how to help you.

She couldn’t help but continue glancing out the window, checking again and again to see how far the death of the forest was proceeding. Her other distraction was the ring on her finger: a constant reminder of your absence. Besides protecting the students of Nevermore, she had clue of how to fulfill her other job of protecting you. She needed help.

Larissa trekked her way through the forest again. As she made her way in deeper, the forest faded from dead and brown to green and lush. She knew she was running out of time.

The clearing came into vision, but Larissa quickly ducked near a rock outcropping. Crackstone was standing at the center of the trees, shouting and raving like the lunatic he was, “I know you have guided her! You won’t win! I have God on my side. I will use this last chance at life to finally eradicate you from this world.”

Larissa felt a chill run down her spine. She never thought that she would see this man in flesh and bone. She knew that if he was here, than you must be down in the crypt with Alias and maybe Rowan. Perhaps things would be looking up for the both of you in the crypt. After all, two vs one should be an easy fight.

Crackstone began to storm off towards the lake, screaming “hellfire” over and over again. Larissa remained in her place until far long after Crackstone was out of sight. While she didn’t want to be scared of him, the tales of Joseph Crackstone and his reign of terror on outcasts were to pervasive to ignore.

Larissa finally approached the trees, placing her hands on them, searching for the voice of Lesil. Her voice never came, rather Larissa was given a vision.

Up the steps of Crackstone’s crypt and into the coffin. The hallway of urns and a vault door. You writhed in pain as Crackstone sat at a thrown of vines. You were crying and screaming, the pain was all too much. A man lay now at Crackstone’s feet, his breathing labored. Rowan as cast off to the side, facing the wall, her body unmoving.

Larissa came back to reality with a gasp. She knew she had to get to the crypt and fast. Larissa Weems had no other plan other than save you.

———

“You don’t get it. He did this so we could be together. He saved my soul. He kept me. I did what I had to do to be with him.” Alias’ words were cryptic in a way. He came back in the room alone and obviously still upset about your comments questioning his actions.

The way he spoke made it sound like Alias and Joseph Crackstone were lovers in a previous life. He was doing all of this for the love of another man.

“He didn’t save you. He’s using you. He’ll kill you when he is done with you.” Rowan spat, always up for an argument

“You’ll see.”

You all sat in silence until Crackstone returned with the flourish of a cape. He was wordless until he sat in his throne again, “More power, Alias.”

You shot Alias a glare, wanting him to see how Crackstone was using him for a power trip, but he ignored you. He stepped closer and placed his hands on the vines this time. He was becoming far too weak to use his powers at a distance. You knew it would be long until he was too weak to use his powers at all.

———

Larissa took the rapier off it’s display, weighing it in her hands. She had never been good in a fight. Morticia used to have her help practice fencing, but Larissa certainly wasn’t a professional.

She knew she would need some type of weapon if she were to enter the crypt. It had been used to kill Crackstone once, maybe it would work again.

Link to Chapter 16

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