#Typed in fuck and 'daddy's little fuck toy' was a suggested tag so I think I should just go to bed now actually

[sword-symphonia]

Hi, I'm Luca or Crab- either works. If you recognise this username, you may know me for my AO3 account where I write silly words and publish them for my future employers to find later. I have no idea how to use tumblr and frankly I'm scared to learn, but I wanted an excuse to have another platform to go batshit crazy on. So, what do we gotta know about silly lil me?

•I write stories. I also take requests for stories. Please give me requests. Please. Pretty please.

•So long as you don't perceive me as male, I legitimately could not care less how you refer to me. She/her is preferred, but xe/xem fuckin' rocks too. 'Male' terms (dude, bro, sir etc) are fine, I don't care- so long as you don't see me as. A guy. I dunno, it's weird. I'm a man in the sense of boats and cars being women. Also, no he/him, thank you. Makes me feel sticky. Eurgh.

•I'm prone to cursing a lot, so I'm sorry if that gets irritating at any point.

•I genuinely never shut the hell up. I'm insufferable. Do not bring up my interests around me unless you want me to ramble for seven hours.

•IRELAND RAHHHHH (I take my identity as an Irish woman incredibly seriously for reasons unknown even to myself so very sorry if I suddenly start goin wild about that)

•I like a lot of things!!! So many fandoms!!! GOD HELP ME!!!

•Men over the age of thirty send tweet

•My favourite Animal Crossing villagers are Ribbot, Jeremiah and Stella. I share my birthday with Maddie and Niko. If I were an Animal Crossing villager I'd be a rabbit. Probably. I'unno.

•Excessive NSFW's a bit iffy to me, but at the end of the day I don't care all that much. Just know when to tone it down a bit, is all. (And of course tell me to pull my socks up a bit if I start getting a bit too ridiculous)

•I draw pictures sometimes, so I might?? Question mark? Post art? I'unno

•When I grow up (I'm seventeen help me) I wanna work in animation and voiceover WAOW!! Currently working on interviewing my favourite voice actors for career research

•I have crippling anxiety, please be patient with me. Sometimes the prospect of breathing sends me spiralling.

I can't think of anything else to say. Does Tumblr have a character limit? I've been doin an awful lot of yappin and I fear I shall be penalised

Alright bye obligatory stupid image (I have the humour of a twelve year old boy)

#intro post #??? #I feel a bit like an old woman learning what the word yeet is #Uhhh hello fellow kids #Typed in fuck and 'daddy's little fuck toy' was a suggested tag so I think I should just go to bed now actually #Uhhh follow my ao3

[mypoisonedvine]

Ok ok ok😆 How about step dad lee has a “take your kid to work day” and has to bring the reader to work. There the reader can be wonderful distraction at the sharif’s office by hiding under lee’s desk *wink wink* or even being a distraction to the other officers making lee jealous. Maybe this could even progress to the reader getting a part time job as a secretary working at the sharif’s office where they have excuses for being together more!!

(warnings for semi-public sex, almost getting caught, sexual harassment (not by lee), some violence, oral sex)

"Uh, Lee, don't you think your stepdaughter is a little old for this?"

You nervously tugged at the hem of your dress, silently agreeing with the officer.

"My wife insisted," Lee shrugged.

Someone in the back of the room emulated the sound of a whip cracking, and the other officers laughed. One glare from the Sheriff at the offending men and they all straightened into silence. Was it weird that it turned you on to see him exert his power over them so casually?

"Have her help you with simple stuff, okay? She can type, which I can't say for half of you anyways. Treat her like a secretary for a day. Except, treat her better than you did the last secretary," Lee frowned. "I'll be in my office if you need me," he informed you in a softer voice. You nodded and watched him walk away, turning your gaze back to the room of men eyeing you. Some seemed not to care much that you were there, some seemed offended by your presence somehow, and some... some made you wish you'd worn slacks instead, with the way they were staring at your legs. She's adorable, one of them mumbled to his deskmate, apparently not as subtly as he thought. No wonder he keeps her locked up at home, another added.

"Um, I'm happy to help however I can," you offered with a smile.

"Here, let me show you how we fill out case reports," one of them offered, motioning for you to stand by his desk.

You started to get in the swing of things after that, commandeering an empty desk with a typewriter and using it to help some of the men finish up some their work. You actually sort of enjoyed it, although you thought all the dirt you were seeing on the residents of Knockemstiff was wasted on you since you didn't care to gossip-- your mother would've had a field day with the information you gathered.

Lee came out every hour or two to check on you, move papers around, regular business stuff. Things got a little stranger just before lunch, though.

"Whatcha workin' on now, sweetheart?" Officer Lupitski asked, his hand descending onto your shoulder and squeezing a little. You didn't like that he was touching you, but he leaned down to look at your work and effectively caged you in.

"Uh, just this open vandalism report... I think I know who did it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, the witness said it was a short man, about 5'6", but she said he had on a blue cotton hoodie-- and that sounds like something Cynthia Fremont wears sometimes, and the height matches. Plus, the tag said CF, so..."

"Look at that, we made you a secretary when you oughta be a detective!" Lupitski laughed.

"Oh, I don't know about that," you smiled, your chest warming from the praise, "I'm just more familiar with the teenage girls of Knockemstiff than most of the officers are."

"Hm, you may not be as right about that as you'd like to be," he mumbled. "But anyhow, you don't feel bad about ratting out your fellow girls like this? I thought you were really into that feminism stuff."

"I don't know if feminism means letting somebody spray paint the library just cause they're a girl," you protested. "Where'd you hear that, anyways?"

"Your dad talks about you a lot," he explained.

"He's my stepdad," you corrected quickly, "so take it all with a grain of salt."

"No, no, he only says good things. Says you're a good girl, don't mess around with the law," he recalled, voice getting lower as his hand started to move to your back. "Sounds like he's right."

"Uh, I try to stay out of trouble, yes," you agreed hesitantly.

"But a little trouble is natural; I mean, a girl your age should be having all sorts of fun, that's the point of being young."

"I guess I find most of my fun within the confines of the law," you defended, trying to find a way to lean so that he wouldn't be so close to you but finding yourself trapped.

"Is it cause you're afraid of the Sheriff?"

You shook your head. "He doesn't scare me."

"Good for you," he praised, patting your knee and letting his hand rest there. "He doesn't scare me either," he purred, moving his hand a little higher, fingertips drifting under the hem of your dress as your breath hitched and your heart began to race. He was looking right at you with something sinister burning in his eyes, smiling with sharp but crooked teeth.

"Maybe he should," you suggested gently.

"Yeah?" he laughed, tilting his head and leaning in further. "Why's that?"

"'Cause I have a baton," Lee answered his question before hitting him swiftly in the face with it, which sent Lupitski tumbling back over your desk onto the floor. You giggled a little, and caught a few smirks from the fellow officers as well (though some others had that scared-straight look on their face).

"What the hell, man?!" Lupitski protested, spitting blood onto the floor.

"You tryna make your way to an early grave, Lupitski?" Lee challenged. "You've found a pretty speedy method, if that's the case."

"She's grown! She was into it!"

"Did you like gettin' felt up by this perv?" Lee asked you facetiously.

You shook your head, grinning when the officer on the floor looked back at you like you'd condemned him to death. Honestly, you might have.

"Get up," Lee rolled his eyes as he motioned for Lupitski to stand. As soon as he was up, though, Lee punched him and knocked him to the ground again.

"The fuck?! I thought you wanted me to stand!"

"Yeah, I did, but it was just so I could see you fall twice," Lee chuckled. "Clean up the blood and get back to work." Directing his attention to the rest of the room, he opened his arms in challenge. "Anybody else wanna take a spin, huh? Cop a feel, lose a tooth, it'll be fun!"

The men just looked around, shuffling their feet and clearing their throats nervously.

"...No takers? All right then," Lee nodded, turning to you, "you're spending the rest of the day in my office."

You stepped over the groaning form of Lupitski as you followed behind the Sheriff eagerly.

"Shut the door behind you," Lee instructed as he sat down at his desk. Once you'd done it, he patted his knee for you to sit on his lap. You felt a little nervous that someone would come in, but you were still excited to be in his arms again. He embraced you from behind, pulling your back into his chest. "I'm sorry about him," he sighed, "it's my fault, I should've known I couldn't trust them alone with you..."

"It's okay," you dismissed, "it wasn't that bad, he just put his hand on my leg."

"How high did he get?" he asked with concern in his voice. "Show me where he touched you, sweetpea."

You grabbed his hand and placed it on your knee, the comforting warmth making you relax a little. "Well, he started here," you explained, "but then he moved up... to here," you demonstrated, sliding his hand up until it reached where Lupitski's had.

"And then?"

"And then you hit him in the face, twice," you recalled with a shy smile.

"That's right," he beamed. You felt his hand moving higher from where you'd left it and you melted into his arms, letting your head fall back on his shoulder. "You know nobody can touch you there except your daddy."

You nodded, biting your lip as his fingers traced over the edge of your panties. Slipping inside, he growled a little when he felt that you were wet. "What's this, princess? Don't tell me you actually did like being touched by somebody else..."

"No, daddy, it's not that," you denied. "It was just... I thought it was really nice that you stood up for me..."

"Well, I don't care for it when other people touch my things."

"I know, daddy. And I couldn't help but think about what it would be like if-- if you had touched me in front of all those men, and showed them that I was yours..."

He grinned, finally rubbing your swollen clit as your back arched. "Mm, you're so shameless, baby. Is that what you wanted me to do? Beat him up and then bend you over the desk so I can beat up your cunt, too?"

You whimpered and nodded, hips bucking up into his touch.

"Dirty slut," he purred. "You know why I couldn't do that... but lucky for you, I have another desk right here that I can bend you over."

You giggled with delight as he pushed you up and over the wood, flipping up your skirt and pulling down your panties.

"Fuck," he groaned, "such a pretty little pussy you have, princess. And so wet for me, as always."

He didn't unbuckle his belt right away, instead leaning in to lick long stripes between your lips, the tip of his tongue teasing your clit and your hole-- wait, make that both your holes.

"Fuck, daddy," you gasped.

"Can you keep quiet, little girl? Or do I need to make you quiet?"

"I'll be good, daddy," you whispered.  It still took all your strength to keep that promise when he pushed his cock into you.  You gripped tightly at the edge of the desk, biting back moans every time the fat, swollen head of him plunged directly into your g-spot.

“You can’t imagine how many times I’ve been stuck at my desk and thought of doing exactly this to ya,” he chuckled lowly.  You wiggled your legs but he held you down, fucking you deeper and harder.  “Is this what you were hoping for, princess?  Is this what you want me to do to you in front of my men?”

You nodded with a whimper.

“You’d better hope nobody else steps out of line today, including you, or I might just be tempted to,” he threatened.  “I’d love for someone to give me an excuse to remind everyone that I’ve never been good at sharing my toys.”

After a few more minutes of pounding into you hard enough to rattle everything on his desk, you came with a choked moan and a sigh.  You were a little disappointed when he pulled out, because you wanted him to come inside you, but when he asked you to get under his desk and suck him off, well... you couldn’t say no to that.  Literally.

“Fuck, such a perfect little mouth,” he groaned.  “Wanna taste your daddy’s come, sweetpea?”

You nodded, without knocking his length out of your mouth, thankfully.  You always loved when you could taste yourself on him, as filthy as it made you feel.

“Then you’re gonna have to work for it.”

You were using your lips and tongue to suckle his tip while your hands worked tirelessly to pump the rest of him-- yes, you needed both hands-- when there was a knock at the door.

“Don’t fuckin’ stop,” he hissed at you before calling for the person to come in.

“Uh, I have these accounting sheets for you,” an officer explained, and you heard something set down on the desk above your head.  You looked up at Lee and watched his face as you kept going, though you were trying not to slurp or choke or make any other noises.  

“Thanks,” Lee nodded.

“Hey, wasn’t your daughter in here?”

“Stepdaughter,” Lee corrected quickly, just as you thought the same thing as the same time.  “And yes, but she’s using my private bathroom at the moment.”

“Oh, okay,” he agreed, although he sounded a little suspicious.  “I’ll leave you be.”

As soon as the door shut, you popped off of Lee’s cock and looked up at him nervously.  “Do you think he knew?” you asked.

“Did I say you could stop?” he countered; you got back to work quickly, not wanting to anger him lest he make good on his threat to fuck you in front of the station.  “I’m close,” he warned you.

You kept working until you felt him pulse and flex and, finally, come all over your tongue.  His hands tightened on your hair as he filled your mouth, the salty taste and the pressure on your throat making your eyes water.  He pulled you off of him with an exhausted groan.  

“Show me,” he requested, and you opened your mouth dutifully as his come pooled on your tongue.  “Good girl,” he smiled, “you can swallow now.”

You did, and licked up the small drop that had almost spilled from the corner of your mouth as well.  

“I think you should come with me to work more often, princess,” he grinned.

“I could use the typing practice,” you pondered aloud.  

“Oh, honey,” he chuckled, “you’re not gonna get in any typin’ practice, I promise you that.

#lee bodecker x reader #twi!lee #lee bodecker smut #i really hope that people know the whip sound effect thing is a way to call a guy whipped #kind of an obscure thing #also i wrote this at an airport #someone probably saw #oops

[smcc212]

Damaged Goods- part 5

“Warnings- Fluff- raising a child.    Smut- bondage, gagged, p in v(at the end)

Word count- 3,009

A/N- I typed this up while drunk, I know I’ve not uploaded in a while but I’ll be better I promise!

Let me know if you wanna be tagged or removed!!!

After you found out you were pregnant, Negan’s reaction was a lot better than you thought it was going to be. He was so excited to be a father and it made you excited to be a mother. He pampered you. It didn’t matter what you wanted. he’d make sure you got it.  Throughout your entire pregnancy, you craved Negan’s spaghetti, and it didn’t matter what time it was he’d make it for you. Whether it was 5:00 pm or 3:15 am, you got it.     Negan would sit and talk to your future baby, tell jokes and sing to it. He was adorable, you could tell he was going to be an amazing father. Now you were in the infirmary, pain ripping through you as you pushed out your and Negan’s baby. You squeezed Negan’s hand as Dr Carson tried to help you through.     “Breathe, (Y/N), breathe. Follow my lead, in-” You both took in a deep breath as sweat and tears rushed over your face. “-and out.” He kept going, walking you through. The pain all seemed worth it the moment your baby boy was in your arms. Both you and Negan stared at him in awe.     “What’re we going to name him?” Negan asked, his voice full of pride and happiness. You both smiled, you were so fucking happy; so proud of yourself for being able to give birth to your beautiful baby boy.     “I like the name Elijah, whatcha think?” you suggested.     “Elijah, I think it’s perfect,” He awed, you’d never seen Negan so happy. It made you cry tears of happiness seeing how he was looking at your son. ** You walked out of the bathroom and saw Negan playing peek-a-boo with Elijah. Elijah’s little laugh filled the room. Negan picked up Elijah and turned to face you.     “Look, Elijah, mummy’s back,” Negan cooed making Elijah giggle. You walked over to both of them, tickling Elijah as Negan planted a kiss on your cheek.     “He’s so cute, aren’t you, Elijah?” You cooed and Elijah smiled making adorable little baby noises.     “Yes, he is,” Negan mumbled, turning to look at you with love in his eyes. Having Elijah changed Negan for the better, he stopped stealing from other communities and now trades with them. He didn’t want Elijah to grow up thinking that bullying was the answer to getting what you wanted. “I love you, (Y/N), and I love you, Elijah.”     “I love you too, Negan, and, of course, I love you, Elijah, more than you’ll ever know.” You smiled down at your baby as Negan wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. You and Negan stood in front of the window, the sun spilling in, dancing over the three of you; your perfect family. ** You stood in front of Elijah, spoon-feeding him. “I wonder where daddy is?” You asked while Elijah babbled as you scooped up more food for him. You heard the door open and Negan walked in, something behind his back. “What’s daddy got behind his back?” You said to Elijah, but it was clearly directed at Negan.     “Something for my little man, I got you-” He moved his arms in front of him. “-a leather jacket, just like daddy’s!” He chirped, making Elijah clap his tiny hands. You smiled looking at the tiny leather jacket. Elijah was a mini Negan. He saw Negan carrying Lucille around on his shoulder and started holding his toys in the same manner. He was so happy to have his leather jacket, he never took it off. It was a fight to get it off of him unless Negan wasn’t wearing his, then he wanted nothing more than to have it off. He wanted to be just like Negan. It made you and Negan so much happier that Negan stopped stealing and killing for resources. Negan just put Elijah in the crib. You stood next to Negan, a smile on your face at how amazing he was as a father. Elijah kept babbling as if he was trying to say something.     “What is it, little man?” Negan asked looking at Elijah.     “Da-da-daddy,” Elijah stuttered. Tears of happiness filled Negan’s eyes. He couldn’t even speak. “Da-daddy.” Elijah kept speaking, making Negan overwhelmed with emotion.     “That’s right, Elijah. Daddy,” You mumbled, pointing at Negan. You were only just able to talk. Your beautiful baby boy was finally talking, and of course, his first word was ‘daddy’. He loved his dad and nothing could change that. You wrapped your arms around Negan. “He’s a fucking mini you, isn’t he?” You whispered to Negan, a smile spreading over your face. Negan’s features were overwhelmed with pride and happiness.     “Yes, he fucking is.” ** “Well done, Elijah! You’re doing amazing in your studies!” You congratulated, looking through his school work. You and Negan had been taking turns teaching Elijah since there’s no school to send him to.     “Thanks, mum,” He smiled clearly proud of himself. “Can I show dad?” He asked excited. He was such a good kid.     “Of course you can, sweetheart.” He picked up his jotter, put on his new leather jacket and ran through to show Negan. You followed behind him and stood at the doorway, watching Elijah excitedly run up to Negan.     “Dad, look at my school work. Mum says I’m doing amazing!” He boasted as Negan looked over it. he hummed in approval as Elijah waited nervously, occasionally looking back at you for reassurance. You gave him a thumbs up and a bright smile. Elijah’s bright smile spread across his face as he looked back at his dad.     “This is fucking amazing, Elijah-”     “Language, dad!” Elijah scolded, making you chuckle.     “Sorry, kiddo. I really need to stop swearing as much as I do, don’t I?” Negan mumbled, smiling as he looked over to you.     “Yeah, you do,” Elijah agreed confidently. You walked over to them, crouching down in front of Elijah.     “How about all of us go for a walk, give you a break from school, huh?” You suggested before Elijah threw his arms around you.     “Yes! I’ll go put my boots,” He chirped, running into his bedroom to get his little boots on. You and Negan got changed before al three of you made your way down to the courtyard. You held one of Elijah’s hands, Negan held the other and both of you were swinging him back and forth. He giggled, his adorable little giggle warming your hearts. All of sudden, Dwight shouted for Negan.     “Negan! Rick’s here, he wants to talk to you!” Negan turned to you and Elijah with sympathetic eyes.     “I’ll be back soon.” Elijah’s smile disappeared as soon as the words left Negan’s mouth. “It’s alright, little man, I’ll be back soon, okay?” Negan reassured him.     “Okay, dad,” He muttered, sadness filled his voice. Negan gave him a smile and a hug before walking away to talk to Rick. You were about to crouch down to talk to Elijah when his face lite up and he ran towards the fence.     “Elijah! Stop!” You shouted, chasing after him. He stopped at the fence, reaching through it. You panicked, thinking it was a walker, but when you got there all the panic left and was replaced with relief. A little, sweet kitten rubbing its head against Elijah’s hand. Suddenly, Negan, Rick and Dwight were there standing behind you. Fear, all that you could see in Negan’s eyes     “What’s wrong?!” He panicked.     “It’s nothing, I thought he was running towards a walker but it’s just a kitten, sorry for making you panic,” You explained.     “Mum, dad can we take him home, please?” Elijah begged, looking at you and Negan with pleading eyes. You and Negan shared a look.     “Oka, sweetheart. Stay here with your dad and I’ll go get him,” You mumbled, walking out of the gate and picking the little guy up. You walked over to Elijah, crouched down, immediately the kitten jumped out of your arms and cuddled up to Elijah. “Looks like you’ve made a friend.” You smiled, looking at your gorgeous child and his new pet cat. “What are you gonna name him?”     “Oliver, he looks like an Oliver,” Elijah mumbled, playing with him. ** You poured out some dry food for Oliver and gave him some water before walking outside to see how Elijah’s training was going. You and Negan decided it was time to start teaching Elijah a little bit about the horrors of the world out there. He was getting to the point to the point now that he wanted to go outside and explore things, so you had to teach him about walkers and why it’s okay to kill the walkers. It confused him after you had spent so long teaching him why murder is wrong, but now you’re telling him he has to kill these ‘people’. After a while, Elijah understood that walkers weren’t actual people, but they were already dead and were now monsters. As soon as you were in the courtyard, you saw Michonne. At first, you thought she was just bringing Judith over, Judith and Elijah had an adorable friendship, but when she walked over to you with such a serious expression, you knew this was about more than a playdate.     “(Y/N), Jesus... he’s uh... dead. There’s a new enemy and we need the Sanctuary to help us,” She said, the emotion thick in her voice. You were taken aback at her words. Jesus was dead. You and Jesus weren’t close, but you got on and you could see a friendship brewing between the two of you. You decided not to get too caught up in your emotions and instead focus on the second part of why she was here. The new enemy.     “What are they like?”     “They walk with the dead, they wear their faces and whisper,” She mumbled. “We’ve got one of them locked up in Hilltop. She said we killed all of her people at first, but now she’s saying there’s a lot more of them. I think we should all be aware of this, that includes Judith and Elijah. I thought we should tell them together.”     “Yeah, let's just get this done,” You agreed, both of you walking over to tell them. As you and Michonne explained what was going on to the kids you could see the fear plastered on their faces. You felt bad that you had scared them but they needed to know the truth and that the world is a dangerous place. After calming Elijah and Judith down, you said goodbye to Michonne and Judith, then headed inside with Negan and Elijah. The three of you spent the rest of the day together as a family, playing with Oliver, using the new cat toys you and Negan had found on your last run together. ** After the war with the whisperers and losing so many friends, all of you spent a lot of time together. However, Elijah, overtime, was spending more and more time with Judith. Now the two of them were young adults and were going on dates and getting to know each other. You and Negan were cuddling up on the couch, a movie on in front of the two of you. The door opened and Elijah and Judith walked in, Michonne behind them. It was crazy how fast they grew up.     “Hey, kiddos,” Negan chirped, not bothering to move anything but his eyes. Elijah and Judith rolled their eyes as you and Michonne laughed.     “We’re not kids anymore, dad. We’re adults,” Elijah complained, making you, Michonne and Negan burst out laughing. “Anyway, the reason we’re here is-” He took a deep, cleansing breath; he was clearly nervous. “I want to move to Alexandria to live with Judith.” You and Negan stopped laughing immediately. Getting up from your position on the couch. You both knew one day Elijah wouldn't live with you, in fact, you were kinda looking forward to it, but you always assumed he’d continue living in the Sanctuary. “I know you guys want me to stay here, but almost all of my friends are at Alexandria, and more importantly Judith. It wouldn’t be fair for her to move here when she only knows us,” He explained. You looked over to Negan and could see how hard he was taking this, so you decided to speak up first.     “Elijah, we’re so happy you’ve found someone you love and you have so many great friends, but you know your dad can’t visit you there only I can,” You mumbled, watching as his face went from excited to guilty. You felt bad so you added: “How are we going to get around that? You love your dad, it’s obvious-” You motioned to his leather jacket, white t-shirt and baseball bat on his shoulders. “-and I know you don’t  want your relationship with him to be strained; he doesn’t want that either.”     “I know, but I promised I’ll visit every other day, I mean unless we have kids,” He explained. Judith turned to look at him, it was clear from her expression she didn’t want kids. “I said unless...” Elijah murmured, trying to win himself back some points.     “We won’t,” Judith said sternly, making everyone, except for Elijah and Judith laugh.     “Works for me,” Negan said quickly, you knew he was hiding his emotions behind his signature smirk.     “Me too, as long as you actually visit us,” You warned jokingly. Everyone cracked a smile. “Well better pack your stuff then, Oliver is going to have to stay here, Alexandria would scare him too much,” You said, getting off the couch and pulling Negan up with you. Elijah nodded and then you set to work.

*

You waved Elijah off as Negan wrapped his arm around you. Tears slowly trickled down your face. Once the truck was gone, Negan turned to you with a devious smirk on his face. lust darkening his eyes. A nanosecond later, both of you were rushing up the stairs; finally, you could be as loud as you wanted. You got in the house, quickly locking the door behind you and rushed into the bedroom. You sat at the end of the bed, Negan stood in front of you.     “You feelin’ kinky tonight?” Negan asked, his smirk growing across his face. You smirked back. The two of you hadn’t had your type of kinky sex since Elijah was born.     “Extremely,” You drawled seductively as you bit your bottom lip. He walked over to the wardrobe and got out all the bondage stuff the two of you kept. You lay back on the bed, your arms against the top of the bed and legs at the bottom, spread apart. Negan walked over tying you to the bed, after you were undressed, a devilish smirk on his face. “We still using red as a safe word?” You checked.     “Yep, but I think we’re going to need to use something else if you want me to stop,” He said, lifting up a ball gag. Your face lit up, you’d only used it once and you fucking loved it. “How about if you nod your head three times in a row, I’ll stop. That work?” He asked.     “Works perfect for me,” You chirped before he walked over and buckled the gag behind your head so you couldn’t talk. He got on his knees in-between your legs, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around as his fingers worked on the other. Muffled moans escaping, your mouth as saliva dribbled out and down your chin. Negan’s mouth worked it’s way down your body; Negan’s mouth leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses sending heat straight to your core. You squirmed against your restraints as he licked a line up your clit. His tongue flicked and swirled around your bundle of nerves, his thick finger slowly sliding into your tight, wet hole. Soon another finger joined the first, then another on an adventure to find your G-spot. Negan thrust his fingers in and out of you, his skilled tongue never slowing down. your legs began to shake as pleasure rushed through you; burning passion into you, a deep desire for his cock coming into play.

Once your orgasm had passed, Negan grabbed a condom, ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it onto his long, thick erection. He lined himself up then ploughed in. Your muffled scream filled the air as he ripped you open. you would be lying if you said you didn’t love it, and Negan knew that.     “You fucking love when daddy rips you open like that, don’t you?” He mocked, his hand reaching around to rub furiously at your clit. The mixture of his dick pumping and out of you, and the sensation of him rubbing your clit send you over the top. The coil in your snapped, sending a tsunami of heat burning through you. Your eyes rolling back, legs shaking; chest heaving. You cried out ecstasy and Negan followed, his hot, thick seed squirting out of him, but for once not going inside of you.      Negan was tired, as were you, but still got up on his shaky legs and untied your restraints and removed the ball gag. You wiped your mouth and chin, moving your jaw back and forth to try and ease the pain. Negan took the condom off, throwing it in a nearby bin, before getting under the covers and pulling you into his side.     “Well, thank god, Elijah,” Negan joked, out of breath.     “Yeah,” You laughed. “You know, I never thought this would happen when you first saw what mine and Mark’s relationship was like, but thank fuck it did.” You cuddled closer to him, placing a peck on his chest.     “Yeah, I’m so glad you got out of there. It’s crazy to think if I never visited you that day we would never have gotten together and Elijah wouldn’t have been born,” He reflected, planting a kiss onto your temple. “I love you, baby girl.”     “I love you too, Negan.”

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Natural Born Killers Chapter 15 (Sam x Dean)

Title: Natural Born Killers Chapter 15

Summary:  It started as an accident. That’s what it was. But things escalated from there and now the law wants Dean Winchester, one way or another.

Warnings: Language, violence, death

Present

Victor had a couple phone calls he had to answer or his boss would have his badge. He left Sam in the interrogation room, twiddling his thumbs. Diana took this opportunity to stand at the window and watch him. He looked tired, like he just wanted to go to bed and sleep for a week straight. There was no way that he was in cahoots with a serial killer.

“Just leave him alone.” Diana whispered to no one in particular. She was convinced that Sam Winchester was innocent.

****

2006

“Dean. Kaelyn.” Bobby announced as he came in the house the next morning. The two were in the backyard, working on the last few details for the Impala. Dean was so glad that there hadn’t been too much damage. With the extra hands and company, Dean was able to get her fixed up in no time. Bobby made his way through the house to the two of them.

“Hi Bobby!” Kaelyn said, her voice filled with more happiness than it had in awhile. Dean smirked a little.

“Guys, I need you to come inside.” Bobby said. Kaelyn looked over at Dean, who just shrugged. They followed the older hunter into the house, to his study. Kaelyn perched herself in a chair while Dean stood in front of Bobby’s desk. Bobby sat a rectangular, metal box on the desk. It was hold and rusted, and was marked with different symbols.

“What is this?” Dean asked.

“I call it a keep out box.” Bobby said. “A lock box mark with symbols to keep demons out.” He slid the box to Dean.

“Why do we need a demon lock box?” Dean asked.

“Why don’t you open it?” Bobby suggested. Kaelyn watched with bated breath as Dean slowly pulled the lid off.

Inside was something wrapped in old fabric, with another small box at the bottom of the bigger one. Dean unwrapped the fabric, feeling the weight of the item in it. Wrapped in the fabric was a gun. An old gun. With something inscribed on the barrell and a pentagram carved into the wooden handle. Dean read the inscription.

“Non timebo mala.” Dean said.

“I will fear no evil.” Kaelyn translated for him. Dean looked up at Bobby.

“Is this really The Colt?” Dean asked.

“Yes.” Bobby said. “I would suggest testing it, but…” He pulled out the smaller box. Taking the lid off, he showed what was inside. “We only have five bullets. And I’m not sure yet how to make more.”

“But this gun can kill anything?” Dean asked. Bobby nodded. “That’s the best fucking news I’ve heard in awhile. Now where’s Sammy?”

“I’m working on that.” Kaelyn told him. “You get the Impala fixed. I’ll find Sam.” She patted him on the shoulder and headed out. Dean stood there for a minute.

“Hey Bobby, she’s gonna need a place to stay.” Dean said.

“What? Why?” Bobby asked.

“Her and her boyfriend broke up. She’s relieved but she doesn’t have a place to stay now.” Dean told him. “Do you mind? Sammy and I can hit the road and find someplace else.”

“Dean, there’s enough room. Not like you and Sam ever sleep in the separate guest rooms.” Bobby chuckled. Dean smiled and made his way back out to Baby, stopping to tell Kaelyn what he had told Bobby, so she knew what to say if he asked.

Dean had just gotten the last touches done on Baby when Bobby came out, motioning for Dean to follow him inside. He saw Kaelyn typing away at her laptop faster than he had seen anyone type before. Dean looked over at Bobby.

“She found something.” Bobby explained. Dean leaned forward, looking over her shoulder.

“What ya got for me?” Dean asked.

“Demonic signs near Nashville, Tennessee.” She explained. “Circling around the site of the old Tennessee State Penitentiary.”

“What kind of signs?” Dean asked. Kaelyn typed away for a moment.

“There’s been some electrical storms in the area. Cows are just dropping dead. Crop life is dying. Churches are being destroyed. Looks like a demon is out for a joyride.” She told him. “You think that’s where Sam could be?”

“I bet it is.” Dean said, standing. “I can feel it.”

“It’s a fourteen hour drive.” Bobby told them.

“Baby can handle it. She’s ready. Just need to take her for a test drive first.” Dean said. As much as he was longing to rush out and find Sam, he couldn’t risk the Impala breaking down and leaving them stranded in Missouri. He quickly grabbed his keys and went out to test Baby. Bobby turned on the TV for some background noise and started packing gear.

“In other news, the body of 28 year old Hudson Davies of Mitchell was found in his home. Police went to investigate when Davies did not show up for a meeting with his parole officer. Officials are saying that it looks like a robbery gone wrong, since pieces of electronics were found in the home.”

Kaelyn stared at the TV, keeping the smile from spreading on her face. He was dead. She didn’t have to worry about looking over her shoulder anymore. It was like a weight had been lifted off of her.

“Did you know him?” Bobby asked. Kaelyn shook her head.

“No. But he sounds like a real asshole.” She said. Bobby nodded.

“Help me load stuff in my car.” He told her.

“But, I thought we were taking the Impala.” She was a little confused.

“We are, but I think that once Dean gets Sam back, it’ll probably be better if we just take our own car home.” Bobby told her. Kaelyn blushed a little and nodded, realizing what he was meaning.

****

Dean drove around Sioux Falls, making sure that Baby was handling right. Dean flipped on the radio, catching the local classic rock station. A familiar song reached his ears and he gripped the wheel tighter as he started to think of Sam. He thought of all the ways he was going to kill the bastard who took his Sam from him. He had killed John for getting in the way. This yellow eyed son of a bitch would be no different.

“I’m coming to get you Sammy.” Dean whispered as the Led Zeppelin song played in the background. He sped back to Bobby’s, ready to head out. Ready to get his Sammy home.

****

Tennessee

“Andy, how do you feel?” Sam asked as they sat around a fire. Sam was glad that they had been able to find the things to make a fire. They had found some salt in what had once been the prison’s kitchen, and some iron in the old factory part. Sam had poured a circle of salt around them, and so far, no ghosts.

“Like I can’t get warm.” Andy said, shivering.

“Does that normally happen?” Jake asked, looking over at Sam.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“Well, you seem to be the expert on this ghost shit. Are you supposed to freeze like that after dealing with one?”

“I’ve walked through ghosts before, and I’ve got a chill. But I’ve never froze to death because of one.” Sam said. “But the ghosts I’ve dealt with usually aren’t dead inmates who probably endured mass amounts of torture over their lifetime and after.”

“Great. I was a freak in life and now I’m gonna die a freak.” Andy said, rubbing his hands together before holding them out to the fire. “What I would give for a joint right now.”

“I just want some food.” Jake said. “Either that chick with the long hair is going to snap our necks, we’re going to get killed by a ghost, or we’re going to starve to death. I didn’t leave Afghanistan for this.” Sam rubbed at his temples, a headache starting to brew.

“Sam?” Andy asked, looking up at him. Jake looked over as Sam curled in on himself, crying out.

“Agh!” Sam said as his vision blurred and the image changed.

He was standing on the catwalk, staring down at Yellow Eyes. He was saying something that Sam couldn’t make out. Audio wasn’t something that came often with his visions, and usually when it did, it left him feeling weak and disoriented. He watched as Azazel walked towards him and wrapped his hands around what Sam assumed was his neck.

Everything turned to normal and he was on his back, gasping for air. It felt so real, like the life was being choked out of him. He reached up and touched his neck, but there were no hands there. He looked up at Andy and Jake, who looked worried.

“Vision.” Sam said, taking Jake’s offered hand to sit up. “I think I’m next to die.”

“Dude, death vision.” Andy said. “That r-really s…” He stopped talking.

“Andy?” Sam asked. Andy clutched at his chest. “Andy, what is it?” He fell over then, landing on the salt circle. Jake touched him, but quickly pulled his hand back.

“He’s like ice.” Jake said.

“Is he…” Sam looked up at Jake, who watched for chest movement but found none. “Damn it!”

“It’s just you and me Sam.” Jake said. “That crazy bitch will be showing up here soon. Maybe we can corner her.”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t.” Meg laughed, standing over Andy. Sam and Jake both jumped. “Don’t worry. I’m just doing some collecting. Nothing major.” She pulled the light out of him, just like she had done to Lily and Ava.

“What is that?” Sam asked. Meg smiled at him.

“Give me a kiss and you can find out.” She said, puckering up. Sam stayed back. “Party pooper. It’s what makes you, well, you. My little psychics.” She stepped back from them. “But you see, my daddy told me not to play with his toys, but I’m really rooting for little Sammy, so…” She appeared behind Jake then, stabbing him in the back with a rusted knife.

“Jake!” Sam screamed. Meg laughed as she twisted the knife, severing his spinal cord. Jake dropped to the ground, leaving Meg smiling at Sam.

“I want it to be you Sammy.” She said. She took Jake’s power from him. “I’m rooting for you.” She disappeared then, leaving Sam alone in the prison.

“You want me to what?!” Sam screamed, turning around. “What do you want from me?!”

“I think I can answer that Sam.” Azazel said from where he stood on the catwalk. “Come up here, so we can have a chat.”

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[thegreatlarryfisherman]

Can I Be Him? | Chapter EIght

This took forever. 2,700+ words all dedicated to @gingerwavesofgrain​ who suggested the smutty sentence about panties.. 

In this chapter, our reader challenges Shannon’s dominance. She had experienced Jared’s tougher side and it got her curious. Shannon doesn’t back down from the challenge, introducing our reader to several different nasty things in one night.

Warning: BDSM themes, anal play, language, etc.

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There are only two more chapters left in this fic before I start writing BLOOM full time. So, nine & ten are probably gonna be just as long as this one.

Smut smut under the cut cut (for all my poor non Echelon followers)

“How was your night?” Shannon asked as we sipped coffee at the table of the café together. I thought back to Jared and our lovemaking session and sighed deeply. “That good, huh?” I snapped out of my thoughts and smiled at him.

“It was…” I grasped my cup and sighed softly. “Can I level with you?” I leaned over and he tilted forward a bit. “Something about when Jared did… J. It was like different.”

“J as in, the Joker?” Shannon lifted an amused eyebrow.

“Don’t make fun of me!” I chuckled. “I just always had this…fantasy.” I covered my face. “It’s stupid.”

“No, no. Talk to me.” Shannon reached for my hand and gently took a hold of it. I’d always talked to Shannon about sex but now I was shy.

“I’ve always wanted like.. dominance. You know. The kinda sex that’ll really put the fear in a woman. But not like… that fear.”

“You want someone who’s gonna make you come.” He shrugged. “Like Drill you until you can’t breathe and you’re just fisting the blankets like—“ He balled his fists up and moved his head from side to side. “Oh god, slow down.” He wailed and a feminine voice and I laughed before I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah. That.” I shrugged. “I feel like Jared has that. When he’s doing the whole.. Joker thing. With the growling and the eye contact. I’m telling you, Shan. The way he was hitting it last night was…” I bit my lip when I realized I was telling Shannon about sex with his brother. “Sorry.”

“No. Hey look, has you talking about sex ever stopped me before? Remember that one time you had sex with our sound guy?”

“Yeah, but you had sex with Didi!”

“Hey, Didi was gorgeous. Her hair’s long.  Plus, you said I could. It was worth it too. That’s why she calls me Bear.”

“Were you dominant with her?” I Lifted my eyebrow over my glass as I took a sip. He stared at me, obviously considering his next words carefully.

“Why?”

“Because I’m curious.” I shrugged.

“You don’t think I’m dominant enough with you?” He lifted an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t annoyed but I wanted to make a big show out of seeming annoyed so that he wouldn’t notice the way my legs crossed at the thought of Shannon getting more intense in the bedroom. I had always fantasized about what Shannon would be like if he was allowed to have his way with me but I never really had had the chance to consider it. I started to back up from the conversation, but he grabbed my hand. “Answer me little girl.” I couldn’t see his eyes through his sunglasses but the dominance in his tone made me gulp.

“I just…” I bit my lip. He smiled as he leered at me a bit, which was strange from Shannon. He wasn’t typically the type of guy who looked at you like he wanted to take a bite of you, but in this moment he was something else. . “You don’t wanna go there with me.” He said softly.

“But…”

“I’ll pin you against the wall outside the bathroom and shove your panties in your mouth.” He paused and watched me, knowing I’d ask.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because you need to be quiet and I’ll need to use both of my hands.” He lifted them in the air for me to see. Those hands always felt so good strongly pressed against me while I was riding him and were the same ones that stopped me from squirming when he was pounding into me from behind.

“Shannon.” I looked around for a second before my eyes landed on his.

“What? Did I make you too wet? Or is that… too dominant for you?”  I chewed on my lip and he grinned as he watched me  shift and squeeze my legs shut. “Use your words little girl.” I felt his hands beneath the table, one reaching under my skirt and grasping a hold of my panties, using his middle finger to run the length of my slit before he smiled darkly at me. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Yes sir.” His eyes closed as he took a deep breath, the exhale coming out like a menacing growl.

“Tonight, I’m going to teach you a lesson about what being dominated really feels like. Last time, I went easy on you. This time…” His finger sunk into me and I bit my lip, realizing that anyone could come past and see me like this, legs spread under the table, head tilted back just a tad bit. “Let’s just say, you better avoid getting punished at all costs.”

//

I was sitting on my knees with my wrists tied behind my back. Shannon was standing before me, scratching his chin with low eyelids. He slowly reached over and grabbed my chin. I bit my lip as he stared into my eyes before his grip tightened a bit. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“You want my cock in your slutty little hole too, don’t you?” He lifted an eyebrow and I shook with lust and anticipation. He slowly slid his hands down and massaged my breasts roughly. “I want you to be able to scream as much as you want tonight, baby.” He stepped behind me and I followed him with my eyes over my shoulder. He opened the trunk at the foot of his bed and holy shit. It was filled with sex toys. My mind wondered how he’d collected them and how many he’d used on women before but I shook the thought of my brain.

It was better if I didn’t know. He slowly came up behind me and wrapped a small strap around my neck, placing the ballgag into place between my lips before securing it. There I was, naked on my best friend’s floor with nothing but a ballgag on. He slowly slid down next to me and ran his strong hands over my shoulder. “This way…” He muttered outside of my ear. “No screaming.” He slowly turned my body and I realized we were positioned in front of a mirror. “You ready to see heaven, Little girl?”

I moaned and his long thick fingers slid down my body and circled my already aching clit. I laid my head back on his shoulders but he shook his head. “Open your eyes, baby.” He said softly but I shook my head. His thumbs made contact with my nipples and gave them a harsh squeeze. I cried out around the gag before my eyes shot open. The sight that greeted me was insanely erotic. There I was, naked and on my knees with Shannon towering over me, one large hand buried between my legs while the other was grazing a soothing circle around my left nipple. My body was already flushed, my breathing heavy, and the look on my face was almost primal with need. What had I become?

“Do you feel how desperate you are for my touch, baby?” He asked and as he lined his cock up with my dripping hole. The thick head of it spread my lips and he groaned loudly as he sank into me. Our eyes met in the mirror and he smiled lustfully at me as he slid his hand down my spine, stopping to grip my hips and slam himself deeper into me. I moaned loudly and he chuckled as he began stroking in and out of me, rubbing my ass with every deep thrust. I looked over my shoulder at him, watching the way his tattoo flexed with his arm and the way his tongue snaked out of his mouth.

He pulled my hips backwards a bit before he quickly put his hand up to my neck and kissed me deeply. I moaned as his tongue wrapped around mine and stroked every inch of my mouth so slow and soft that it could only be described as being mouth fucked while having the rest of my body fucked at the same time.

Suddenly, I felt his thumb probing at an otherwise forbidden entrance. I quickly began to protest but his eyes caught mine. “Shhh, baby. Have I ever done anything to you that you didn’t like? You trusted me to show you how to make your body feel good. Come here.” He directed my head back to the mirror and slammed into me again. I moaned loudly and suddenly I began pushing my hips back toward him, trying to get more friction.

“That’s right, baby. Back that ass up. This is yours.” He said, in a soft voice. “Take that cock. It’s yours.” He watched me in the mirror, seeing how I lustfully pushed backwards. As I became overwhelmed with sensations from him reaching down and rubbing my clit as well as the way he was fucking me, I felt the knuckle of his thumb graze my second hole again. Gently, he circled the tight hole and a strange new sensation coiled its way around my stomach.

“OH GOD!” I screamed around the gag, rocking my hips back and forth.

“There you go, baby. What’d I tell you? I know how to make my girl feel good? I know how to make her come. Look at you.” He cooed and chuckled. “I’m not even doing anything anymore.” I looked up and sure enough, his motions had stilled but I was moving wantonly back and forth trying to chase the overwhelming cloud of caresses. The way the new feeling of being touched in the most intimate places I’ve never felt before and the sensation of how his cock constantly pressed against my g-spot... It was too much. It almost felt like an overstimulation. Suddenly I began trying to pull away and Shannon frowned.

His hand quickly came raining down on my ass. “Don’t run from this, Little girl.” He spanked me again and I cried out as my legs spread to escape the intrusion but he quickly pulled them back closed as my body shook with impending pleasure. He draped his body over mine and we both tumbled into a position where I was lying on my stomach and he was on top of me. “See the problem with you—“ He said outside my ear. “Is that you’re tremendously stubborn. You stop yourself from feeling things you actually like because you think it’s wrong. You think someone’s gonna come in and tell you you’re the worst peron in the world because you feel something real.” He was speaking through gritted teeth now as his thrusts had picked up and become hard and short.

I shook my head as he thrust in and out of me, every movement making contact with the fingertips still pressed against my clit now smashed between myself and the floor. “You’re not running from what you want, you understand?” He pressed his large palm into my lower back and thrust into me, so deep that I felt  it in my stomach.

“Your eyes are rolling back. You really like my dick inside you, don’t you?” My toes curled and my eyes rolled back. I struggled to take a hold of my hands. “Oh you want out?” He teased and I squirmed even more. “Beg for it.” His thumb knuckle teased my second entrance once more and I whined against the gag. “Come on..” my hips slammed backwards chasing the pleasure he was inflicting on every inch of my body. The pain that came from the inevitable rug burn we were getting as our bodies fought for control was making me dizzy with lust. “Okay.” He untied my wrists, flipped me over and slowly pulled the ball gag out of my mouth.

I immediately wrapped my arms around him and pulled him against me. He groaned as the sudden movement slid his cock straight back into me and he began pounding into me at a punishing pace. I used my tongue, finally free from its constraint to trace circles around his triad tattoo. He growled, hooking his arms around the underside of my legs and moaning into my ear. “Yeah, kiss my tattoo baby. Fuck that feels good.”

“Fuck, Shannon.” I gripped his back, burying my fingernails into it.

“Yeah, baby. Fuck.” He pulled his neck away from me and buried his lips against mine. “Fuck, fuck.” He began chanting my name against my mouth as he held my legs tightly to mold into his. “Shit, I fucking love you.” His forehead pressed against mine and before I could speak a word, his thumb made contact with my clit and I screamed out as I laid my head back, hips thrusting a few times before I came all over myself and him.

In a few seconds, he was pulling out and pushing his fingers against his cockhead so tight that his cum streamed out in three quick squirts as he threw his head back and groaned. Silently, he fell onto the patch of carpet beside me.

The words sank in like a knife.

I waited, in silence for him to apologize the way Jared had the night before. “I’m gonna make a nightcap, you want one?” He rolled on his side and kissed my shoulder. Stunned at the thought that he’d just said the words so carelessly, I didn’t speak. “You’re right. That was a nightcap. But still… can’t go wrong with some…” He flexed his arm so hard that the vein appeared underneath his skin appeared. “FUEL.” He screamed and playfully nudged me.

“What? Yeah. Coffee sounds fine.” I nodded. He nodded as he got up and pulled off his shirt before reaching down and pulling me to my feet. He looked into my eyes before he tussled my hair a bit before he left the room. I stared after him for a second.

“I—“ Waves of pleasure rolled over me, and I looked down. The way he was fucking me was different. There was no desperate thrusts, no power in his movements, it was simply in and out almost as if it were a caress. He wasn’t fucking me… He was doing something more intimate. Less primal. Suddenly, another orgasm hit me and my back arched which caused him to groan loudly before he pressed his forehead to mine.

“I fucking love you so much.” He whispered and pulled out so quickly before he pressed the head of his cock to my stomach as he spilled all over me. It had all happened so fast. He was back with a towel, cleaning me, sitting me up and opening the plate of food.

The flashbacks of my night with Jared replayed in my head again and again. 

I bit my lip as I reached for my phone and texted Di, my right hand, my best friend. She’d know what to do. 

Meet at the club? 

A buzz came back immediately. Work in the AM. 

I closed my eyes. Of course my best friend would have work. I felt completely selfish for trying to encourage her to get out with me without even asking how she was, how her day was, etc. It simply felt like an emergency.

My phone vibrated again and I looked at it. 

So, that means we’re getting super fucked up tonight. ;)  Better get one of your boytoys to drive us home. You owe me coffee in the morning. Lol.

I leapt to my feet and started collecting my clothes, prepared for my walk of shame. I paused when Shannon stood in the doorway, shirtless with two cups of coffee in his hands. “Where are you going?” He frowned. 

“I’ve gotta go.” I blurted out.

“You said you wouldn’t do this again.” He set the cups down. “Come on, don’t run away again. Was it the—“ He paused and lifted his thumb as if the word anal was just too hard to fathom. 

“No. I just… Di.” I couldn’t come up with a better excuse and although I felt terrible using my best friend as a scapegoat, I had to get the hell out of there before I ended up stuck in my brain again. “She wants to go to the club. Something must be up with the hubby.”

“I’ll go with.”

“Just meet me there. Call Jared or something!” I exclaimed and he watched me closely as I climbed back into my clothes. 

“Is that what you want?” 

“Yeah.” I quickly kissed him on the cheek. 

Tonight would be the night I stopped fucking with everyone’s emotions including my own and decide.

Tonight I decide. 

Chapter Nine coming soon.

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