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slutforfinnickodair · 10 days

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HI BBG😻😻 I was wondering if you could write something for Sam Monroe like maybe he has a prince albert piercing?! I’m going feral rn. Okay love yaa

At the piercer

Pairing: Older!F!Reader x Sam Monroe

plot: Sam is in a little need of some money and after one of his friends bets him a lot of it in change for that piercing, he goes to visit one of his friends.

warnings: oral (male receiving), piercings, talk of smoking and use of drugs, age gap — sam is like 21 reader is more like 29, cheating

a/n: holy cow. WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS PLEASE MESSAGE ME😭🙏 By the way guys my inbox is open so please give me some requests😻

word count: 1.4k

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“Yo, dude.” Josh nudged Sam by his shoulders. Sam gave him a look from the side before taking off his headphones that were blasting Metallica a moment ago.

“What do you want?” His hoarse voice made Josh want to laugh but he stood his ground.

“Want to bet five hundred bucks?” Josh said while leaning against the fence of their house.

Sam sighed before thinking of it. Five hundred bucks would be good for at least three pounds of weed. Maybe he could get some cigarettes along with it or even pills.

“What’s the deal?” Sam stood up from the grass, making Josh smirk before he turned his head to look at Thomas.

“He won’t do it man let it go.” Tommy shook his head while Josh kicked his leg making Thomas buckle his knees.

“You got a thing for that Y/N don’t you?” Josh asked while Sam narrowed his eyes at the blonde. Who was he to question if he liked her or not? She was already married for two years now so he had no chance over a man who looked like he was coming out from a Vogue magazine’s frontpage. Plus, he was way younger.

“Just say what you want, Jonathan.” Sam crossed his arms on his chest.

“How about you go to her salon and ask for a piercing?” Josh chuckled while looking down at his own groin.

The raven haired boy instantly shook his head.

“Come on Sam, it's gonna be fun. Don’t be such a pimp. Isn’t this what you want after all? Some weed and pills. You know five hundred dollars isn’t a small amount of money” Josh teased.

“I’m not doing it anyways.” Sam said. “Either if I get the money or not.”

“Are you shy? That she will see how small your dick actually is?” Thomas laughed while Josh kicked him again.

Sam tilted his head backwards. A piercing? Down there? Sure for five hundred it wasn’t really a big deal but he wasn’t even sure Y/N could do something like that.

“Fine, I'll do it.” Sam suddenly said while Josh smirked and patted Thomas on his back while turning around and walking back into their house.

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Sam walked into your shop, hearing the bell echo through the building as he stepped inside and closed the door behind himself.

“Oh, Hi Sam.” You said as you spotted him across the reception. He was wearing flared jeans with one of those metal rock bands on it that you casually knew the name of but didn’t listen to any of their songs.

“Hi.” He said while walking over to you.

“What brings you in today?” You asked while pulling out your notepad to add a new customer for today. You only had five today and it was already two in the afternoon so it was quite a slow day.

Now this was the part where Sam lost all of his confidence just looking at you all over again.

You had your hair pinned up so it didn’t fall into your sight. You were wearing a blouse with nothing underneath so he saw your nipple piercings poking through the fabric.

He felt his mouth watering up at the sight as you leant against the counter, writing his name in in your diary.

“Well..umm.” He started but then stopped again as you looked up at him. “I..”

You tilted your head smiling slightly as you saw a little red creeping up to his face.

“I’m guessing you want it somewhere private.” You said while he let out a chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

“Nipple piercings?” You guessed while looking up at him.

“No.”

You tried to think of anything that could weird out a twenty one year old boy, then the question suddenly left your mouth.

“A cockring?” You asked while Sam breathed out and nodded his head slowly.

“Okay.” You got up from behind the counter and walked towards the mattress where you did all of your job.

“Lay down.” You said while sitting down on the barstool next to him.

Sam laid down as you said and stared at the ceiling while you got some of the stuff that was needed. You put on some gloves, searching for a needle and the disinfectant with a cotton swab nearby.

“Are you nervous?” You asked to make a brief conversation.

“A little.” He admitted while readjusting his position.

“Don’t worry it will be fine.” You said while turning around. “Though you would need to pull your jeans and underwear down.” You said while waiting for him to do so.

“Oh right.” He murmured while quickly fidgeting with his belt.

Your thoughts suddenly drifted away. You’ve been doing piercings for Sam since he turned seventeen. Of course you thought he looked fine but he was way too young for you. You were already twenty five when you met.

Your husband wouldn’t give a shit if you just went and slept around, because he did the same. Not that you did care, you needed the money and that was it.

Sam was different, you only thought of him as a one night stand and even that was a huge mistake to think of. He probably had many women drooling around him; he didn't need one who was married.

“Okay so.” You started while looking at his pretty face. “You know I would like you to get a little bit aroused before we start this so the needle can easily pierce your skin.” You dared not to look down at his member. Sam paid attention to this as he stared right into your gorgeous eyes, waiting for you to finally touch him even if it meant his head would be swelling for a good two weeks.

“I’ll leave you alone to do this.” You said while getting up from the barstool that you were seated on. Sam wanted to call out for you but he rather closed his mouth and watched as you walked behind the counter again, looking up at the clock before diving your head into one of your notebooks where you rearranged some appointments that were off for today. You were basically just scribbling down whatever came to your mind.

By the time you walked back to where Sam was, you saw exactly how he was currently rubbing himself, trying to get ready. All you saw was that the poor boy tried to do his best but he was still limp. You pulled at your lips as a wicked thought ran up into your head.

Jacking him off wouldn’t be cheating would it be?

You didn’t care though, you walked over to him and sat back on the barstool. When he noticed you he quickly pulled away his hands, staring at you.

“Seems like you don’t have anyone to think about.” You said while he gulped down his spit. Gosh how could you be so hot and confident at the same time?

“Trust me, I do.” He murmured while looking down at your cleavage.

“Okay pretty boy well how about I help you out a little bit?” You suggested while pulling out something like lube from one of your drawers.

“You would?” He asked surprised.

Oh god, she’s going to stroke my dick.

“Well if I need to..” You pressed some of that lube on your fingertips looking down at him.

Sam kept looking at you, praying not to cum in a minute under your hands. You probably had no time for him anyways.

You looked him into the eyes once before taking his tip between your fingertips, rubbing the lube right on the skin.

This was the first time Sam held his moans back, trying to gain composure as you kept flicking the head with your hands. If you kept going like this you would be having to see him cumming all over your hand.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath as you went faster. You even forgot this wasn’t supposed to be a blowjob until the very moment you got thick ropes of white coming down your hands.

A soft gasp left your lips but even then you kept going. Sam twitched underneath your hand, groaning once you sped up again.

“You gonna cum again for me baby?” You purred while now your hand was caressing his entire length.

“Yes..” He gasped while you kept smirking.

Let’s just say Sam Monroe turned out to visit your salon more after that encounter. Plus, he always made sure your husband would see the leftover marks that your setting powder couldn’t cover.

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ruh--roh-raggy · 6 months

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Home Sweet Home (William Afton x Wife! Reader) - Pt. 1

Hello hello! So, I'm fully insane about this man rn. I can't help it. The brain rot has taken over my life and here we are lol. I wanted to write something that really focuses on the domestic fluff side of Reader's life with William, of course there will be some smut thrown in there too because I simply can't help myself 😂😂 Reader and William have just bought their first house together. This story follows their week long escapade of unpacking, making their home perfect, and going down memory lane. Lots of super cute stuff, chapters containing smut will be updated with proper warnings. If you enjoy this story and would like to be added to the tag list, please let me know!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+ CONTENT AHEAD, smut marked with divider, age gap (reader in 30's William in 40's/50's), some swearing, face sitting, cockwarming, size kink, a singular (1) spank to readers ass, slightly dom! William, praise, Will just wants to give his wife some tender TLC after a long day of lugging boxes around (if I missed any please let me know!

You can find my Masterlist here!

Word Count: 3,538

Part 2

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“I want to paint the living room green, I think it would look nice with our couch.” William drove down the road, a soft smile on his face as he listened to you ramble on about all of your plans for their new house. Business at the pizzeria had skyrocketed, which meant that he could finally give his pretty little wife the front porch, white picket fence house of her dreams. You should be pulling in about a half hour before the moving truck is scheduled to arrive, allowing the two of you time to empty out his trunk. You stood at his side with a giddy smile on your face, William thumbing through his key ring to find the new shiny gold addition to his collection. He slides the key into the lock, chuckling at your excited squeals as he pushes the door open. He grabs you by the wrist, stopping you from running inside ahead of him.

“Isn’t there some old wives tale about carrying your wife over the threshold of a house?” He mumbles out the vague details he could remember. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck with a giggle.

“It’s for good luck. Why? Do you want to carry me inside?” You smile coyly up at him.

“Well I’m not going to be the one bringing bad luck into our house.” He proclaims proudly, jabbing a finger into his chest. You let out a shriek as he scoops you up in his strong arms. You press a kiss to his scruffy cheek as you pass through the door. “Well, Mrs. Afton, welcome home.” He smiles down at you.

You spun around the empty living room floor, broom in hand as you did a quick sweep before the furniture got brought in. “Oh, Will, I'm so happy. Our own house.” You beam up at him. Your husband breathes out a chuckle, sweeping you up in his arms as he places a kiss to your forehead. Both of your attention was drawn to the windows as the moving truck rumbled into the driveway.

“Don't lift anything too heavy.” He orders with a firm point of his finger. “I hired movers so you don't have to struggle, if I see you doing too much you're going to be in big trouble later bunny.” You roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around him as you place a kiss to his chest.

“I promise I won't work too hard.” You fidget with the hem of his shirt. “I just want everything to be perfect.” You sigh with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

“I promise it will be, we have the whole week to get everything exactly how you want it.” He smiles, his thumb rubbing languidly across your waist. You excitedly threw open the front door, directing the movers inside before clamoring out to the truck yourself. William trailed after you, keeping a close eye on your excited figure. Your husband loved how passionate you were about everything you did, but you also had a tendency to overwork yourself. He sighs as he sees you struggling with a box, gently taking it from your hands and propping it against his hip. He glances around the trailer. “Here.” He nudges a box with his foot, one he had made a subtle marking on to signify it was one he packed light enough for you to easily carry. “Take that one, we’ll go put these in the bedroom.” He hops down from the back of the truck, taking your box from you and wrapping his hands around your waist to lower you safely to the ground. You practically skipped up the porch steps, scooting past the movers as you raced up to the master bedroom. Your mattress sat in the middle of the room. The white, sheetless bed was a stark contrast to the nearly black hardwood.

“We’ll need to go get a bed frame.” You sigh, setting down the box before collapsing on the mattress. William groans as he lays down by your side.

“I’m sure we’re going to have to get a lot of things.” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him. “We’ll take care of everything, doll, don’t worry.” You spent the rest of the afternoon sliding furniture around downstairs while the movers brought in the rest of the boxes. The sun had already set by the time everything was brought in. You collapsed onto the couch with a tired groan, finally kicking your shoes off as you sank into the worn leather of the cushions. William sits beside you, lifting your feet only to drop them back in his lap. You let out a pleased hum as you feel his strong hands knead into your aching muscles. “Day one is officially over.” The two of you exchange a sleepy high five. A soft smile spreads across your lips as you take a moment to look at your husband. His gold, wire framed aviators sitting low on his nose, his large calloused hands massaging your feet with the utmost care and delicacy. You were William’s entire world.

“Honey,” he perks up at your soft voice, calling out to him, “how about I throw something together for dinner so we can get to bed.”

“I don’t think we have any groceries bunny.” He rebuttals with a chuckle. “Are you up for a drive? We could go pick up some pizza.”

“But it’s so cold.” You pout.

“I’ll go grab you one of my coats, sweet girl.” He cups your cheek, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he passes by you. You let out a soft hum as you buried your face into the soft fabric of your husband's coat, the comforting smell of his spicy, musky cologne, machine oil, and cigarettes filling your nose. He had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, allowing you to cuddle into his side as he drove up twisting back roads. The radio crackled softly, whatever song was playing was barely audible over the car's loud blower. You rested your hand on his thigh, William glancing down quickly, the sight of your wedding ring glinting in the soft light bringing a smile to his lips. He loved the fact that you were all his, his pretty wife, his little bunny. He loved how sweet and delicate you were. He had been hardened by years of working in his workshop and other strenuous jobs he had throughout his life, he barely registered this evening was brisk let alone cold. But he definitely wouldn't complain about you cuddling into his side for warmth, how your cheeks and the tip of your nose dusted pink from the chilly night air, how your fingers trembled as you tucked them under his thigh. He shuddered softly as you pressed your lips to his neck, the buzzing, yellow light from the pizza shop's sign illuminating the cab as you and your husband exchanged a look filled with need.

“Hurry back.” You shoot him a coy smile as he stumbles from the car.

The smell of warm crust and greasy pepperoni filled the car, the pizza nicely heating your lap. William’s arm draped over your shoulder, you allowed the rumbling car ride to rock you into his side. Your eyelids grow heavy as you try to keep yourself awake, a sleepy smile crawling across your features as you pull into the driveway. You sighed as you looked around at the mess of moving boxes, your dining table tucked away into a corner that would be too much work to get to. “Why don’t you go sit on the couch doll, I’ll be right back.” William’s hand quickly slips into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as he passes by. You flop back into the cushions, letting the pizza box rest next to you. Even with the short amount of time you’ve spent in the house you could tell how different it was from your old apartment. You and William had moved to the middle of the woods in Hurricane, your nearest neighbor at least ten minutes down the road. There were no sounds of your neighbors talking quietly through the walls, no footsteps of the dog that lived upstairs. The house was completely silent, outside completely pitch black. You jumped as William’s feet started to thud down the stairs. He pushes into the living room with a groan, dragging your mattress behind him. He drops the bed in the middle of the floor with a dull thump, twisting side to side in order to stretch out his back. “I’ll go grab some pillows and blankets.” He smiles at you.

“It’s just like our honeymoon.” You laugh as he pulls you up from the couch. He tilts your chin up with his finger, capturing your lips with his.

“Oh, trust me,” he starts in a sultry tone, “I wish I could spend this entire week in bed with you.” You dropped down onto the mattress, a soft sigh falling from your lips as he massages your shoulders. You smile at him as you watch him disappear upstairs, returning a few minutes later with a box full of your bedding and some pillows. Deciding you weren’t up for the challenge you left the sheets in the box. You piled your comforter and a few throw blankets onto the bed, you crawled in before your husband joined you with the pizza. You two sit side by side, your head falling to rest against his shoulder.

“It’s no Freddy’s.” You grumble at your lackluster pizza. William chuckles in response to your pouting.

“How about we swing by and see Henry tomorrow, I’m sure I can sneak you a piece.” He winks with a lopsided grin.

“That sounds perfect.” The two of you chat quietly as you eat your dinner. Your new house feels too big for just the two of you. You laid on your back, staring at the exposed wood ceiling, you blinked a few times to adjust to the all consuming darkness after William had turned off the light. You felt the blankets shift as he crawled into bed next to you. His silhouette outlined by the soft, pale light of the moon that streamed through the window.

“We should get a dog.” He suddenly whispers, making you giggle. “I don’t want you to get scared all by yourself.” He teases.

“Maybe that’ll get you out of that workshop earlier.” He playfully rolls his eyes as he wraps an arm around your waist.

“You know, there’s nothing stopping you from coming to visit me.” He argues with a slight shrug.

“Except that everytime I do I end up sprawled naked on your workbench.” You smirk at him, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the soft material of his tshirt.

“Occupational hazard.” He responds quickly. You both laugh as you cuddle into his chest. He cards his fingers through your hair, his lingering gaze studying your features. “You’re so beautiful, bunny.” Your eyes flutter shut as his lips brush over yours.

His hand paws at your thigh, dragging your leg over his waist as he crushes you against him. You cup his face, deepening the kiss, his beard tickling your palm as you melt into him. Your legs lock around his waist as he rolls on top of you. His large, calloused hands wrap around your sides, pushing your hoodie up and over your head in one swift motion before his lips connect with yours again. You shivered slightly as the cold night air hit your naked body. He practically purrs at the sight of you, his lips hovering over your neck. Your fingers slid into his hair, a small squeal escaping your lips as he bit down hard on your sensitive skin. You bite your lip, letting out a soft hum as he pushes his hips into you, his already growing bulge noticeable through your thin shorts. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me today, could you rabbit?” He smirks against your skin. You practically drooled over the sight earlier. William had a box resting on each shoulder, his skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. He paused as he caught sight of you leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest as your eyes raked over him. He smirked, knowing that playful glint in your eye. He smiled as he noticed your cheeks reddening from your position laying below him. He hooks his fingers into the band of your shorts, placing featherlike kisses down your stomach as he eases them down your legs. You moan softly as you feel him nip at the skin of the inside of your thighs. Your back arches off the bed as he brushes his thumb over your sensitive clit, a broken moan leaving your lips. With how busy you had both been due to the move it had been a while since the two of you had been intimate. Your skin was already on fire from the small touch alone, William smirked as he watched your reaction closely. Your hands fisted in the blankets as he tossed your legs over his shoulders, his hot breath bouncing off your already soaked core. His arms slip around your hips, holding you firmly in place as he dove into hungrily lap at your folds. You moan out his name, already attempting to squirm away from his assault. He growls, dragging you closer to him. His fingers dig into your thighs with a bruising force, sure to leave marks behind. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue swirls around your clit through your lace panties. He ate you out like a man starved, your soft gasps and quiet moans echoing in the empty room. You whined, tugging on his hair. “What’s the matter bunny?” He pushes your panties out of the way with his fingers, his skin growing slick with your arousal.

“I need you.” You whined, looking down at him with pleading, teary eyes. William gives in immediately with a soft chuckle, never one to deny you what you wanted. He tugs down your panties, placing soft kisses to your legs as he removes your final article of clothing at an agonizingly slow pace. He slides an arm under your back, pulling you on top of him as he collapses into the mattress. Your hands landed on either side of his head as you lost your balance, you blushed as you realized you were sitting on his broad, strong chest. He brushes your hair behind your ear before both of his hands wrap around your thighs.

“Come sit, bunny.” He coos, your face burning at his casual command. William absolutely loved whenever you sat on his face. However, he was well aware he would have to warm you up to the idea whenever he suggested it. You were always worried you were too heavy, you hadn't shaved, or you hadn't showered, and your husband always reassured you that none of those things were going to pose any problems for him. His beard tickled the inside of your thighs as you hovered over his eager mouth. His hands squeezed at your hips, groaning as your soft skin squished between his fingers. You cry out as he pushes you down onto him, his tongue lapping at your clit before he shoves his way in between your folds.

“Oh, fuck! Will!” You moan, your hips moving on their own. You let out a soft sob everytime his nose bumps against your clit. He growls, pressing hard into your hips as you try to wiggle away, his assault on your already sensitive cunt threatening to push you over the edge mere minutes after he starts. “Baby, it's too much.” Your voice shook as you tried to plead with him, years slipping from your damp eyes onto your cheeks as the coil of pleasure in your core wound tighter. William’s eyes were hazy as they met yours, his face smothered in your thighs as he greedily sucked your clit into his mouth. You tug his hair, making you groan against him. “I'm gonna cum.” It was all too much for you to handle, your body losing its rhythm as your climax threatened to rip through you. William let out an affirmative hum below you, knowing you were close by the slowing of your movements. He decides it's time for him to take over, determined to make you cum on his tongue. His fingers dig into the curve of your ass as he gradually increases the pace of your hips. You yelped as one of his hands suddenly connects with your skin, the mixture of pleasure and slight pain causing your soaked cunt to throb. Broken moans and whines rumbled effortlessly from your mouth, the fine tuned roaming of his hands paired with his expert tongue knowing just how you wanted to be touched to fall apart in his hands. William never got tired of making you finish. The way you would fall absolutely silent and still for a moment, mouth hanging open as no sound dared escape, your body taking time to catch up to the immense pleasure you were feeling. Now was no different. William felt his cock twitch at the sight of your eyes rolling back in your head, that brief moment of absolute silence making his ears ring before you screamed his name. He forced your hips to keep moving, never allowing your pace to slow as he felt your thighs shaking against his cheeks. You practically collapsed as he finally pulled his mouth off of you, a firm hand on your lower back keeping you upright as you shakily moved yourself back onto his chest. William reaches up to caress your cheek, wiping away tears that streaked down your skin. Your eyes felt heavy, you struggled to keep them open and on your husband as you came down from your high.

“Do you want to lay down?” He asks in a soft tone. You nod, collapsing into the mattress with a happy sigh. You hear the soft shuffling of William getting undressed before he gets under the blankets with a groan. You could feel the heat radiating off of him as he moved closer, his fingers ghosting over your waist before your pulled back against him. You can't help but giggle slightly as you feel his erection pressed firmly against your back.

“You want some help with that?” You press yourself into him, his breath catching in his throat at the contact as he tries to stifle a growl.

“You can't even keep your eyes open bunny.” He chuckles, you smile as you feel it rumble in his chest. You let out a dismissive sound, giving him a slight shrug. “How about we compromise?” You glance over your shoulder at him, curiously raising an eyebrow. Your eyes slide shut, letting out a soft hum as you feel his rough hands roaming over your skin. His fingers dip in between your thighs, gently coaxing them apart. You gasp as you feel his member prod at your entrance. “I could always fill you up before we go to bed.” He offers with a smirk, your face instantly flushing at the thought of cuddling up with your husband, trying not to squirm too much as he impaled you on his thick cock. You give him a nervous yet excited nod, the sight of you looking at him so sweetly as you chewed on your lip making it hard for him to not flip you over and pound you into the mattress. William assisted you holding your legs open, one massive paw wrapped around your thigh to allow him room to attempt to fit inside of you. You gripped tightly onto the sheets as he slowly began to push inside, the stretch from making it barely past his tip intense due to the lack of prep. “That's it sweetheart, just relax.” He purrs in your ear, pressing his lips to your shoulder. Another roll of his hips makes you whimper, feeling him slip slightly deeper into your fluttering cunt.

“Fuck, ‘s too big, ‘s not going to fit.” Your words slut as you tried to focus enough to speak. His pace was agonizing, you could feel every inch of him and every thick vein sliding over your velvety walls. You let out a shuddering breath as he finally bottoms out in you, the tip of his cock pressed snugly against your cervix. You felt like you would break in half at the smallest wrong move, even your slight shifting as you cuddled up with William had the edges of your vision going fuzzy.

“Such a good bunny, taking all of me so well.” His lips trail over your neck, you feel him smirk as you clench around him, repeatedly kissing and teasing what he knew was a rather sensitive spot of skin.

Your fingers intertwined with his, his strong arms wrapped protectively around as you're held flush to his chest.

“I love you.” You say quietly, feeling sleep trying it's hardest to pull you under. He gives your hand a soft squeeze.

“And I love you, sweet girl.”

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alfredosauce50 · 19 days

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Parent headcanons: Alfred, Allen, Matt, & Mathias

When it comes to the trials of adulthood, they have their own ways of getting on top. But parenting is what really puts them to the test. Starting a family and being one of the sole carers for another person will shine a light on the best and worst parts of them.

The big news

Alfred

He has the most normal reaction out of the four. Panic, acceptance, then excitement, he’s finally moving onto the final stages of adulthood and achieving his lifelong dream. Being a suburban dad and getting that white picket fence. It’s not just about liking kids, Alfred is rather traditional when it comes to his values; he has always romanticized the American dream. He already has a good job, all he needs is to make it happen.

“Fuuuuuck,” He whispers, eyes wide as he rakes his hands through his hair. He stands there for a few minutes, staring into space as you watch him tensely for his reaction. “We’re ready to be parents, right?”

Allen

He will freak out. Planned or unplanned, he’s not mentally prepared to be a father. He doesn’t think he’s good enough, but knows deep down he has to be. That’s what really scares him. If he needs to improve himself, it’s now or never. So after a week of panicking and catastrophizing, he’s ready to give himself a second chance — even if it’s for someone else. But his selflessness is key to his perseverance, and eventual success.

“I fucked up,” He squeezes you like a lifeline. It was the only conclusion he could come to after hours of talking about it, the only thing he could ever truly understand. “I fucked up. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Mathias

He’ll be over the moon. He’s gonna be even more excited than you, but that’s kinda given when he doesn’t have to carry the baby and deliver it. Point is, Mathias is very family-oriented, so don’t expect anything less. He’s the most self-affirmed a person can be too, so he’s always ready to move onto the next stage in life. His nurturing character and openness to change will help you immensely in periods of stress and uncertainty.

“I’m so happy that I could cry,” He whispers with his head on your tummy. He’s half-awake after burning out from his own excitement, but his spirit is still in the right place. “We’re finally gonna have a family.”

Matt

Letting you into his life was already a miracle, and now he’s gonna be a dad? This is a human being that he’ll have to be responsible for, not something he can simply tap out of and run away from. Matt is driven by his interests, solitude, and above all else, his freedom. A baby would take away all of those things, and he’s so troubled by it that he disappears for a few weeks. He comes home to a slap, but it’s well-deserved.

“Are you gonna keep hitting me, or are you gonna let me go to my shed?” He sighs, closing his eyes as you keep wailing on him. And he just takes it, absorbing every strike that was your burning love for him.

“Why, so you can keep—” You shove him harshly so that he actually stumbles back. “—hiding from me?”

“No, I’m gonna build a crib and make some toys.”

Parenting style

Alfred

He’s everything you’d expect from a new parent. Freaking out over the little things, screaming when they do something new, burning out after weeks of sleep deprivation, etc. He isn’t perfect, and you’re gonna have to work with him like any other partner, but before you know it, the house is filled with photo frames. He’s your best friend, and sometimes before your partner, so he has a hard time giving and taking. But it’s also why you two will stick together through thick and thin.

Alfred eventually evolves into the archetype of fathers. He takes the backseat and tells his kids, ‘I don’t know, go ask your mother,’ or even gets in trouble for doing stupid things like leaving the toilet seat up. When you just finished yelling at the kids, he comes to them later and goes, ‘someone’s in a bad mood today,’ when he’s just glad it wasn’t him. But when it’s something really serious, he flips like a switch and takes the lead. When that happens, there’s no talking him down.

“Alright gang, ready to get the show on the road?” Alfred rubs his hands together excitedly before he starts the car. “When we get there, I want everyone to be on their best behavior. I’m already on thin ice.”

He has high expectations for his kids. Ever since they popped out, he’s been giving them the best of the best, like nice clothes, family trips, sports leagues, and dance. He also wants them to go to a prestigious university in the future and to do all the things he might have missed out on. Cue the ‘that’s your dream, not mine, dad!’ Alfred can be hard on his children when it comes to success, so you need to remind him they’ve got minds of their own and are not carbon copies of him.

He says he prefers sons until he gets a daughter. Alfred is an absolute sweetheart to his girls, and is way more lenient with them than his boys. He doesn’t mean to play favorites, but it’s just how he’s wired. However, it also means being quite strict and protective when they get to that age. No drinking and no sleepovers with boys present. Men are all animals according to him. But dad, aren’t you a man? Exactly! He’s the pioneer of ‘anything you do to my daughter, I do to you.’

Allen

He tried his absolute best to prepare, but it starts off a disaster. What can go wrong will go wrong. The baby gets sick, you’re away on urgent family business, so he needs to do it all without you. Allen stays in hospital with the baby overnight, and slowly, but surely, they get better. He ends up neglecting himself to put his child’s needs first, and by the time you get back, he’s burning up with a fever. But the baby is perfectly content and sleeping soundly in the crib because of him.

He wants the best for his family, even if it means sacrificing everything he has. He understands his limits, but there’s nothing he won’t do to make sure his kid gets every opportunity he never had. Sports, college, you name it. If everybody in class has branded sneakers, he’ll buy a pair just so they don’t feel left out. He’s always proud of his baby, and if anybody tried to bully them, they’ll have to answer to him. Allen sees the best of him in his child, but usually fails to see it in himself.

“You can have my egg. I’m not hungry, baby.” Allen says, sliding his plate to his little girl. He knows that you won’t be back with the groceries for an hour or so, and no kids are going hungry on his watch.

Allen doesn’t think there’s a particular way of parenting because no one child is the same. So long as they do their homework, get out under the sun, and have a good attitude, the rest is to be decided. If his child needs extra support, he’ll give it to them, and if they need a reality check, he’ll give that to them too. He reminds them how hard life can be without stability, so they should take their future seriously, but at the same time, he’s always gonna be there to give them a home.

Nobody would mess with his kids after one look at him. He’s an ex-marine without the ‘ex.’ His daughter will have trouble finding a boyfriend to begin with because of him, and when she finally does, they’re gonna have to gain his respect to be trusted with looking after his little girl. If his son ever gets into a fight, he’ll ask if he won then whoop his ass later. And in the principle’s office, he’s giving the other kid the worst stink-eye ever. He’s the dad that could beat up the other dads.

Mathias

He’s a total natural; all is well when the baby is in his care. He may be all over the place, but when he really cares about something, he’s in a constant state of hyper focus. The baby will always be clean, well-fed, and happy, so don’t worry about a thing. There’s also no such thing as 50/50 with Mathias. He knows that there will be times when one person has to take the lead. It’s not in his nature to keep track of who’s giving and taking the most. He’s too mature for that.

It’s like experiencing a second childhood for him. Reading picture books, fairytales, playing with legos, or going to places he went to as a kid, he treats parenthood as a chance to relive his best memories and love every second of it. He will never miss a parent event, performance, and appointment. His dedication makes him very perceptive of his child, so he always knows what to do or say to cheer them up. As they grow up, they maintain a very close relationship to him.

“We wanna go to Legoland!”

“You mean, you wanna go to Legoland,” You laugh at him, “I heard you talking to Bjorn about it last night.”

“That’s so he can make an informed decision, of course,” Mathias grins, not showing a hint of shame as he shuffles over with his phone on the home page of the Legoland site. “So I take that it’s decided?”

He’s a great parent, but he’s by no means strict. All he wants is for them to have a fighting chance in the world, like doing a job that they enjoy. He’s great at communicating with his kids and has a lot of compassion, which takes them a long way. He’s never had to discipline them besides setting boundaries and occasionally grounding them. You rule the home with a firmer hand, and maybe that’s why your kids respect you more but treat him more like a friend than a parent sometimes.

Mathias doesn’t bat an eye when his kids first start dating. He’s always been quite liberal, so he just tells them to be careful about the birds and the bees, then to talk to him if things get testy. The one thing he’ll do is to ensure they have high standards. Love is life’s reward, not something to cry yourself to sleep about. Eventually, he’ll invite their date over for dinner, and as it turns out, he’d be a great father in law. He’s very welcoming and treats any future Densens like one of his own.

Matt

He’s a trial-by-error, improvise as you go along kinda dad. He hasn’t put much thought into the trials of childcare, but he always works things out in his own way. If the bub keeps crying because they don’t want to be bottle-fed by him, he will cover his face with a picture of you. Easy-peasy. If they’re crawling around the bed, he will use them as a mousepad as he scrolls on his laptop. That way, he gets some leisure time while making sure they don’t actually go anywhere.

Matt is the opposite to a helicopter parent. When his kid trips and face plants into the ground, he doesn’t react. The trick is to not acknowledge it, because only then will they cry. He isn’t afraid to let them explore the world and gain their own agency. It’s good for them, he says. Some part of you thinks he just wants them to grow up quicker so he doesn’t have to take care of them anymore, but there’s always those special little moments.

“How about I teach you how to drive the truck?” Matt asks, walking back home with the family.

“He’s eleven.” You remark.

“Is that a problem?”

He’s all about the family business. If his children don’t want to go fishing and logging with him, fine, but if they show even the slightest bit of interest, he’s bought. Matt will be more than eager to show them the ropes. He takes them on camping trips to show them the beauty of the great outdoors, and the humility it takes to be apart of it. The art of it all is there’s no problem can’t be solved, and even a rugged man like him can be domesticated by the right person.

If his daughter got a boyfriend, he’d be waiting at home with a shotgun. Matt will then play it off like he just got back from a hunting trip. He’s the type to use silent intimidation, and it works like a charm. If not, he’ll tell jerks to get off his lawn even though he doesn’t have one, and when they ask what lawn, he’ll just say “all of it.” What he means is to get out of his sight and the woods, which is the lawn he’s talking about. (Ha!) On the flip side, he’s nice to girls his son brings home.

Losing the spark

Alfred

He has a tendency to let himself go when he gets comfortable. This usually happens when his first kid reaches their teenage years and he can afford to sit back now that they can do their own thing. He’s established a stable family unit, but he takes that for granted and gets a little lazy. As a result, he packs on a few pounds and tries less in the relationship. He’s not as attractive as he used to be, and you’re having more petty arguments.

“Why do I feel like you hate me?” He watches you mop the kitchen after you told him to do it. Only he delayed it to sit around on his phone and eat crisps. Even then, he still has the nerve to be upset about it.

“I don’t hate you, I’m just annoyed at you.”

“But you’re annoyed with me everyday.”

Allen

Losing the spark? Not on his watch! He never stops trying, ever, and keeps chasing you like when he first started dating you. His stability doesn’t come from money, it comes from you. You’re his rock, and nothing else matters so long as you’re here. He’s the epitome of ‘you know how daddy is about mommy,’ and he’s proud of it. He also takes great care of his body, and with his good genes, he practically ages backwards.

“You better wear that button-down shirt tonight, Al. A tank top isn’t gonna cut it,” You tell him.

“You callin’ me a deadbeat?” He questions.

“No, but you dress like one.”

“I thought you liked my clothes, babe.”

“I do, but the teachers won’t.”

“True that.” He fixes his collar in front of a mirror. He peers at his reflection, marveling at how well he cleaned up. A dress shirt and belt? He’s practically unrecognizable — until he grins, that is. “Still got it.”

Mathias

He’s always gonna be young at heart, so his spirit never dies. His love for you is as constant as a river, and he’s not afraid of putting on a show for the kids to the point they get a little disgusted. (Ew!) He doesn’t think he’d ever be too old for romance, and his good faith shows up in how gracefully he ages. He might occasionally grow out a thick beard, and when he shaves it off, he looks devastating close to when he was younger.

“Are we ever gonna be alone again?” He mumbles, pouting. His thirtieth birthday is coming up, but he hasn’t changed a bit, save for the more pronounced smile lines around his mouth. “I need some love too.”

“We will, Mat. I just don’t feel comfortable leaving the baby alone right now,” You shake your head.

“We could call Amy and have a date night.”

“I don’t know, Mat.”

“I’ll shave off my beard.”

“Huh?”

“You wouldn’t say no to me without a beard.”

Matt

The longer he’s with you, the harder he loves. His feelings don’t change when things get hard, or as time passes. They just get stronger. In that same breath, he also ages like wine. In the end, he ends up being the bigger romantic. He used to be a lone wolf, and he thought he was okay with it, but now that he has you, he can’t imagine his life without you. To think you actually stuck around and gave him a chance, he’ll never forget that.

“Wanna go back inside and do it?” He mutters.

“You’re disgusting, Matt.” You walk inside without sparing him a single glance. No matter how old he gets, he’ll always have a mouth on him. No matter how old you get, you’ll always forgive him for it.

“Is that a no?”

“Make me dinner and let me think about it.”

“Deal.”

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Your POV:

It had been only one night since Lloyd had come over, and now I laid in bed, unable to catch sleep.

“I already told you, you look beautiful,” he had said to me, but the point is he hadn’t, had he? The only one who had told me that was Greenie, in the same kind of situation.

Maybe I was just overthinking things, or maybe I had been blind all along.

The same green eyes, the constant teasing and flirting, Lloyd could always hang out whenever Greenie was off work, Lloyd was always busy, could make sense if he had random missions pop up…

Which reminds me, it had been on multiple occasions that he got a random phone call and then had to leave in a hurry, he always had a weird explanation when I mentioned it later on.

They had the same kind of laugh, contagious and sweet. Sometimes Lloyd called me the same things Greenie always calls me, that could of course be a coincidence, just like all the others.

It just didn’t make sense to me, how could I have been so blind? Or am I just being delusional in thinking they might be the same person.

I could understand that he didn’t tell me, I’ve only known him for a few months, it’s not like I’ve told him about my illusions.

With a sigh I got out of bed and made my way to the window. It was a Thursday so greenie stood outside of my bedroom.

I turned to the window and wondered if he’d hear me sneak out… maybe?

I silently walked around, quickly putting on some sweatpants and a hoodie I stole from James. I listened at the door, I didn’t hear a thing, no breathing, nothing.

Was he even there? Or was he just being a ninja? I made my way towards my bed, wrote a note to Greenie that if he found the note, I was okay, I just snuck out and please to not tell my parents.

I silently made my way towards the window and opened it, slipping through and using the broom to close it as always.

I took a deep breath before bolting, hoping he hadn’t heard me and that I could safely make my way towards Luna’s house.

I dialed her number while sprinting across the lawn and the phone went over two times before she picked up.

“What’s up? Why are you calling at this time?” She questioned. “Are you running?” She asked.

“Hi, I just escaped my house, I wondered if you want to hang out, and yes I am running because I want to escape Greenie who might already be chasing me,” I said as I hopped the fence.

Luna laughed and I think I heard her getting out of bed. “I’m up for it, I’ll call the others alright?” She asked and I grinned. “Perfect.”

“Y/n!” I gulped as I heard his voice and looked behind me for a second, he was already chasing me, but at a safe distance so I still stood a chance.

“Oh, he does not sound happy,” Luna laughed, “let me know if you manage to escape, we’ll see you at the stairs in the alley by the video shop,” she said before hanging up.

I laughed and shoved my phone in my pocket, this was going to be fun.

Lloyd POV:

I heard her walking around in her room and I wondered what she was doing, probably couldn’t sleep. I contemplated on going in to see if she was alright, but decided on just staying outside.

After a while I didn’t hear anything, then a sudden bang, my eyes widened and I knocked on the door, calling her name.

She didn’t answer so I tried again. I gave her two seconds and then I entered the room. Panic fled trough me when I noticed she was not in the room.

I headed towards the window and saw her running across the lawn, making me curse, realising the bang was probably the window shutting.

I quickly opened it again and jumped out, running after her.

I called her name and she laughed, she seemed to be calling someone and hung up moments later.

“Y/n, stop!” I called but she looked back at me with a grin and took a sharp turn.

I supposed she was heading for the city, which was only a five minute walk, so it wouldn’t take long before she got there.

I noticed myself getting closer and had hope I’d catch up, even though we almost reached the city by now.

I reached my hand out to grab her arm but she took a sharp turn again and I missed, almost making me fall over.

The moment she reached the city she turned into an alleyway and when I also entered, she was gone. I heard her laughing in the distance and sighed, stopping to catch my breath.

This girl was going to be the death of me.

Your POV:

I texted Luna, telling her I escaped and I’d meet them in 5.

The moment I turned into the alley I had used a rain pipe to get onto the roof and I had quickly jumped into another alleyway trough that.

I had heard Greenie cursing and laughed at him.

I finally arrived at the stairs I’d promised to meet the others. I gave them a small bow as they applauded me with grins.

“You look like a tomato, how long did you run for?” Charlie asked amused. “About 8 minutes, give or take,” I said with a grin.

“Anyway, enough chit chat, let’s move before your ninja shows up,” Amelia took my hand and we ran out of the alley.

I laughed and slowed her down, letting the others catch up. “What are we even going to do?” I asked and Anthony bumbed into my shoulder as he walked next to me with his hands in his pockets.

“The gas station, obviously,” he said and I nodded with a grin. “Right, and who took a car?” I asked.

“We have the van and James has his motorcycle, so we’ll have to split up.” Arthur answered.

“Oh, I claim the spot on the motorcycle!” I immediately said, making James, who was walking in front of me with Luna, give me a grin while looking back.

“And I claim shotgun,” Luna quickly said, making her get into an argument with Charlie and Amelia.

I exchanged looks with Tony who just shook his head with a grin.

I got onto the motorcycle with James and we followed the others towards the gas station. We bought some drinks and snacks and hung out in the parking lot, Amelia and Luna already having made up and playing tag with Flora.

Suddenly my phone rang and I looked at the screen with a grin before taking the call.

“Where are you?” Greenie asked sternly and I bit my lip in amusement as the guys listened with interest.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I said with a sly grin. “Have you told my dad yet?” I asked and it was silent on the other side for a moment.

“No…” he eventually admitted, making the others chuckle. By now the girls also joined, wondering what was going on.

“Who’s with you?” He asked, sounding rather irritated. “Just the others,” I told him. “We’re fine, just hanging out,” I tried assuring him.

“Yeah, no, that’s not good enough, where are you, I’m picking you up,” he said irritation lacing his voice. “Bye, greenie,” I said before hanging up.

“We’re leaving him wondering for about an hour,” I told them with an amused smile on my face. “Are you sure you shouldn’t tell him where we are? He’s probably worried,” Flora said and I shrugged.

“Greenie is going to be fine, he’s going to be mad for about three days, but it’s nothing I can’t fix with sweets,” I said making the others chuckle.

Fifteen minutes later I got another call, I expected it was greenie, but was surprised to see it was Lloyd.

“Hey,” I picked up with a smile. “Why are you up?” I asked and it was silent for a moment before he spoke. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said and I nodded, even though he couldn’t see.

“Awe, so you called me?” I asked with a grin and he chuckled a bit. “Of course I did,” he answered. “What are you up to?” He asked and I looked around at my friends.

“Oh, I’m just hanging out with my friends in the gas station parking lot,” I said, “do you want to come?” I asked excitedly.

“No, it’s fine, I just wanted to hear your voice for a moment,” he said and I bit back my smile.

Before I could answer my phone was ripped from my hand.

“Lloyd, is that you?” Amelia asked almost jumping up and down. “Uh, yes, who’s this?” I heard him ask confused.

“It’s Amelia,” she said. “The fact you don’t know that means you have to hang out with us some time,” she said making him chuckle.

“I’ll do that another time,” he promised.

“I’m hanging up now, I’ll tell N/n you love her, bye,” Millie hung up and looked at me with a smirk.

“You are so dead,” I said and she ran, making me chase her around the parking lot.

When I caught up I jumped onto her back and we went tumbling over the ground while laughing.

“Alright trouble makers, get up before someone gets hurt,” Charlie came walking over with a chuckle and helped us up.

We walked back and James threw me a monster can which I caught with a small laugh.

“Is that my hoodie?” He asked with a small frown. “Yes, I stole it last week, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed,” I said and he huffed a small laugh.

“Uh-oh,” we look at Luna who pursed her lips and pointed at something. We followed her finger and I cursed when I saw Greenie coming our way.

Anthony quickly stood in front of me, followed by Arthur.

“She isn’t here,” the latter said when Greenie arrived. “Funny,” he said unamused. “Y/n, I am taking you back home right now,” he said and I pushed passed the twins in front off me.

“Fine, fine,” I said with a grin and gave my can back to James. “I’ll see you all tomorrow,” I waved at my friends and Greenie took my by the arm and let me towards his motorcycle.

“Are you absolutely insane?” He asked me when we got there. “What? Nothing happened,” I said and he sighed in frustration.

“No, it didn’t, but something could have happened, what if someone had grabbed you or- or hurt you in any way?” He interrogated and I just shrugged. “I would never forgive myself if something happened to you and I was not there to protect you, alright,” he said and my words got caught in my throat.

“I am taking you home, I’m not going to tell your parents but if you ever pull anything like that I again just know I will,” he warned me before shoving his helmet in my hands and getting onto his bike, waiting for me to climb on aswel.

I leaned my head against his back as we drove home, almost drifting of, but still staying awake, watching lights and trees fly by.

We arrived back home and he walked me to my room without exchanging words. I entered my room and bid him goodnight, not receiving a word back.

When I woke up the next day he was already gone.

I walked up to my grinning friends standing at the lockers and I opened mine without saying much. “So, did you receive scoldings? Are you grounded?” Arthur asked with a smirk.

“Of course she’s grounded, that’s just a stupid question,” Luna bit towards him and then looked back at me expectantly.

“He, Uhm,” I looked down at the ground for a moment and then turned to my friends. “He didn’t tell my parents,” I finished and they seemed surprised.

“He… didn’t?”” Flora asked confused. “No, he didn’t, but he is furious with me, ignoring me and everything,” I said a bit disappointed.

“Oh, he’ll get over it, love, he cares about you, obviously he’ll be mad when you pull a stunt like that,” she waved it off and I shrugged.

“Yeah, you’re right, I won’t think about it much, besides, I’m meeting with Lloyd and his friends this afternoon so I can get my mind of him anyway,” I said.

“Oh, meeting the friends, though one,” Anthony teased and I stuck out my tongue at him, making him do the same.

“Why do I bother with you guys, again?” Charlie asked rather unamused. “Because you love us and we are amazing friends,” Amelia patted his shoulder.

“Right,” he said sarcastically. “Excuse me? What are you implying?” Luna glared at him and he held up his hands in surrender, a scared look on his face. “Nothing,” he quickly said.

I was in maths class, overthinking on how Greenie had found out I was at the gas station.

Then it suddenly hit me…

Lloyd. I had told him where I was and what I was up to, and if Lloyd was greenie, it made sense that he arrived 10 minutes later.

Why would Lloyd call me at such a time? Because he was worried so he used a different phone to contact me.

This made me realise that always when Lloyd texted me, Greenie was either free or not in the room, which meant there wasn’t really proof against the fact that Lloyd was the green ninja.

Alright, maybe there were a few things, but those could hold explanation, right?

I was still thinking about it when I exited the school and bid goodbye to my friends. Malcolm drove me to the park where I headed towards the food stall I’d promised to meet Lloyd and his friends.

Soon enough I saw them and Nya immediately ran up to me to hug me tightly.

“I haven’t seen you in so long!” She said excitedly and I laughed. “It has been a while indeed, we really need to grab coffee sometime,” I said and she nodded excitingly.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the others.

“Alright, so that’s Zane, cool, smart guy, says weird stuff sometimes, just ignore it,” she started off, pointing at the guy with platinum blonde hair.

��That’s Cole, way to kind for this earth, obsessed with cake, might look intimidating but is a sweetheart,” she turnend to the guy who was rather buff looking but had kind brown eyes.

“That’s my brother Kai, you know him, he’s not important,” she skipped over the spiky haired man who let out an offended noice.

“That’s my boyfriend Jay, he’s a complete chatter box and makes terrible jokes but I still love him,” she pointed to the boy next to Lloyd and then dropped her arm. “That was about it,” she grinned proudly.

“Alright, I will try my best to remember the names,” I said with a smile and looked at Lloyd who gave me an amused look. “I probably won’t, but I’ll get there eventually,” I said making them all laugh.

“Alright, so our plan was to grab some coffee here,” Cole pointed behind him to the food stall. “And then we wanted to head to the arcade, are you up for that?” He asked and I nodded with a smile.

“I would actually really like that,” I told them and took my phone out of my pocket. “I do need to let Malcolm know though, he’s in the car,” I said and started typing on my phone.

“Mal who now?” Jay asked confused. I gave Lloyd a horrified glance, he hadn’t told them? How do I explain that?

“Her bodyguard, guys, how many times do I need to explain?” Lloyd said and I let out a small sigh of relief. “Oh right, you told us about that,” Zane said, it sounded rather weird how he said it, but I decided on just ignoring that.

We grabbed some coffee and walked towards the park exit. I held Lloyds hand in mine and chatted away with Kai, who I knew only a bit from self defence classes.

“Wait, the first and second years actually call you mister Kai?” I asked amused and he grinned proudly. “They do, it’s amazing,” he seemed rather happy with himself.

“Don’t let the girls in my class know, they’ll start calling you that too- I swear they’re like obsessed with you,” I warned and he gave me a smug grin.

“Oh I know that,” he said, making me chuckle. “No but seriously, they talk a lot- and I mean a LOT about you- I think I’ve heard one of them moan your name,” I remembered and he let out a shocked laugh while Cole and Jay burst out laughing.

“That’s disgusting,” Nya scrunched her nose up. “Oh, don’t get me started- you know that guy- what’s his name? Kyle Whatson or something, they actually like him,” I said and her mouth fell open.

“Him? The guy which that horrible green backpack?” She asked making me snort. “That’s the one,”

We kept up the conversation and I found myself feeling comfortable around them rather fast, it was so easy to talk to them.

I loved seeing how close they where to each other and how welcoming they where of me.

The arcade was amazing, I had a lot of competitions with Kai and I realised he wasn’t just some boring self defence teacher who found himself amazing.

Jay was actually quite funny, even though Nya warned me about his bad jokes, some I could actually laugh about.

Cole was a huge sweetheart, he loved hugs, and I’d received about 7 at only the arcade (he did almost break my ribs a few times though) and he followed me around like a puppy wanting to know everything about skateboarding.

Zane was laid back, he was kind and helpful, he wasn’t as loud as the others, and brought just the right amount of neutral into the group.

Nya was still her sweet, amazing, badass self and dragged me everywhere to get my opinion on things.

The only thing off was Lloyd keeping more distance than usual.

So at one point, when Kai and Jay where in an intense fighting game and the others where watching, I noticed Lloyd stepping out of the arcade to get some fresh air.

I followed him and stood next to him for a while in silence.

“What’s wrong?” I eventually asked and he looked at me with surprise. “Nothing,” he said and I huffed.

“You’re acting weird, just tell me,” I said and he sighed, looking up at the sky for a moment, before smiling at me.

“It’s nothing, princess, I promise,” he said and kissed my forehead before taking my hand and leading me inside again.

Weird…

When we got back we saw Kai hitting the game they were playing while Jay cheered.

“Damn, they should call you mister hothead at school, I think it fits better,” I said with a grin and Kai slightly narrowed his eyes.

“Oh come on, I am not that hotheaded!” He said angrily and I laughed. “Whatever you say, mister hothead,” I said and he let out a slight huff of laughter.

“You’re not one to talk, trouble,” he said and I gave him an offended look. “Did you just call me trouble?” I asked and he grinned at me.

“I don’t know, did I?” He asked and narrowed my eyes with a small huff.

The others chuckled at our antics before Nya dragged me off to play a game with her again, quickly followed by Cole who wanted to watch and continue our conversation about interesting rocks from earlier.

Lloyd POV:

I smiled as Nya dragged her off and Cole quickly followed like a puppy, excited to talk to her. I loved that she got along with my family like that, and that they actually really seemed to like her.

I remember Cole’s ex and how nobody really cared to talk to her or get to know her because they just didn’t like her, and to be honest I was scared it’d happen to n/n at first, but I was dead wrong.

“Hey, are you alright?” I looked up at Kai and nodded. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked and he shook his head.

“You’ve been quite today, and it’s fine, but we’re having a fun day and meeting you’re girlfriend or whatever you want to call her, and you’re around moping and constantly keeping an eye on her,” he explained.

“Yeah, it’s almost as if you are still acting as her bodyguard and not the boy she’s dating,” Jay says and I just shrugged and looked at the ground.

“I think that Lloyd is worried because she ran away yesterday night,” Zane said matter of factly and Jay gave me a look.

“Come on Lloyd, it’s not like she’ll run away now, and you have to remember that she has another bodyguard on duty now and you don’t have to act like one for her,” he pushed my shoulder slightly with a grin.

“Jay’s right, this is a concern for the green ninja, not for Lloyd,” Kai said and I groaned. “Kai, I am the green ninja, I can’t just let it go!” I said and looked back at her as she laughed with Nya and Cole.

“I was so worried yesterday, I would never forgive myself if something happened to her,” I said and Zane put a hand on my shoulder.

“Nothing will happen to her, it will be fine, alright?” He said with a small smile and I nodded. “Yeah, alright.”

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daggerspare-standingby · 8 months

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The Chase - Part 2 | Hangman x Reader

Wow. The amount of love I’ve received on this fic is absolutely overwhelming and I’m so incredibly grateful. Thank you so so much!

It’s a little too soon for a complete love confession but there is a bit of fluff sprinkled throughout. The rest of it, is coming I promise!

No warnings for this one except Jake being a lovesick fool for someone who’s a little mean to him

Here is Part 2

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There they were, the damn butterflies that were erupting in your stomach at his caring, but you were determined not to let it show. He doesn’t get to state some claim on you because he saved you from cracking your skull open. “I’ve gotten home alone plenty of times without you before, what’s so different about tonight?” He was quiet for a beat before he answered, his tone laced with sincerity “because I want to spend as much time with you as I can” you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your lips “Hangman, that’s the biggest crock of shit I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth, and I’ve heard your pickup lines.” Continuing to walk towards your little rental on the beach, which wasn’t far from the bar making it the perfect location, “I’m starting to think you just want to know where I live, but it doesn’t mean you’re getting invited in.” You cast him a sideways glance, his hands in his pockets walking equally in stride with you, you could tell he was thinking about something very deeply, and also making a conscious effort to stay beside you.

The rest of the walk to your place was quiet, except for your footsteps, until you got to your small bungalow, you stopped at the walkway entrance and turned to face him again. You were surprised he walked the entire way without saying a word. “That must have been the longest you’ve ever gone without hearing your own voice huh?” He looked at you with a small smile forming on his lips “you can be really mean you know that.” You rolled your eyes “I’m not mean Hangman, I’m tired, and cranky and a little drunk”. You watched warily as he leaned on the fence post, his eyes not leaving yours, that smirk still on his face “can I buy you dinner some time?” You couldn’t have helped the surprise on your face if you wanted to “didn’t you just say I was mean to you? And you want to take me to dinner?” He nodded “it’s hot when you’re mean. And I want to know why you won’t call me by my name and only insist on calling me by my callsign, when it’s not the case for anyone else.” You shook your head and sighed “I’m working every night this weekend. I don’t have time to go to dinner.” He scoffed and stood up straight “you have to eat sometime, and there’s places open on weekdays too. Just give it a thought when you’re sober… I’ll see you tomorrow.” You chewed your cheek “goodnight…” as you turned to walk up the stairs to your place, you glanced back seeing him still standing at the end of your walkway. A small amused smile crept across your lips “are you gonna stand there all night?” He shook his head “nah, just til you get inside.” You nodded slowly, “goodnight…Jake.” You walked into the house before you could hear or see his reaction, of his face lighting up and the small fist pump he did as you closed the door. He was falling hard and fast for you, now all he had to get you to do was realize he wasn’t a complete asshole all the time.

Laying in bed that night was not different from any other night, except your hand still felt the weight of his where he was holding it. Sighing and rolling over onto the side you hugged your pillow, a sliver of moonlight shining through the curtains where the ocean breeze blew in from the beach, slowly you drifted off to sleep. Jake returned to the hard deck parking lot and got into his truck, thinking about the conversation he’d had with Javy while you were in the washroom.

“If you really have feelings for her, you need to stop leaving every night with those tag chasers dude.” Javy had handed in the pool cue to Bob and took up residence at a nearby high top table, his beer still in his hand. “I don’t go home with them, the most we get is a heavy makeout session outside the bar, I honestly can’t go any farther because I just see her face and hear her voice echoing in my head when I do. That’s why they all are the complete opposite of her.” Javy shook his head “listen, and listen good ‘cause I’m only going to tell you this one time. If you like her, show her that. Forget the other girls, prove to her that you’re not the guy with his name on the bathroom stall for a good time call.” Jake nodded, considering his friend's words. If anyone was to give relationship advice it was Javy. He’d been with his high school sweetheart for almost 20 years, and 5 of those have been married. Jake would love to have a relationship like that, would kill for it. But he knew that their job was dangerous, what if he never came back? It was a fear that plagued him, he knew especially after Coyote’s g-lock experience that it was a fear for his friend too. That’s why Jake never wanted to settle down, at least until he met you. He knew you were tough, you could probably handle it, him being gone for weeks at a time, though the dagger squad’s deployments were few and far between it was never entirely unavoidable. That’s why he strived to be the best of the best, but could he be the best of the best, for you?

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keepingsecretstokeepyoutk · 1 year

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High Infidelity - full lyrical analysis ✨

I’ve been thinking about Taylor’s recent steps towards coming out on the eras tour all day, especially her reading of Seven (it’s really been sinking in today on a new level). And in light of her making a clear declaration to her fans about hoping they can accept her, about how they might meet a new version of her that doesn’t match their romanticized idea of her…I want to share my full lyrical analysis of “High Infidelity”.

At a glance: I essentially see this song as a metaphor for her fans finding out who she really is and reacting like a spouse who has been cheated on. She equates her closeting to “infidelity” and imagines the aftermath of revealing her truth, grappling with both the part of her that harbors guilt about the “lying” and half-truths she’s engaged with to stay hidden, and with the part of her that is hurt and frustrated with those who have effectively already rejected her by way of refusing to see what’s right in front of them.

This song has a lot going on, so I’m just going to walk you through my thought process:

My understanding of this song hinges on this lyric in the chorus: “your picket fence is sharp as knives/ I was dancing around, dancing around it”

This line, with it’s suggestion of a suburban setting, gives me some context for the two verses, which to me read as two different situations, both in a domestic setting.

The first verse reads to me as being from the perspective of a younger narrator, (not necessarily Taylor, but an allegorical young woman), maybe a memory of being a teen, at her parents’ house. The second verse reads like the same narrator, as an adult, living in her husband’s house/marital home.

The fact that Taylor has made it very very clear that these songs are autobiographical, and this is her most vulnerable album in years, makes the following lyrics that much more intriguing.

Verse 1:

“Lock broken/ slur spoken/wound open/ game token/I didn’t know you were keeping count/ Rain soaking/blind hoping/you said I was freeloading/ I didn’t know you were keeping count”

“Lock broken/slur spoken” = someone barges into a room with a closed door, and swears. I picture a homophobic parent walking in on their daughter making out with/being intimate with her secret girlfriend, and the ensuing fight.

“Game token” sounds like her sexuality was then something that then got played against her, to make her compliant in other parts of her life. “You’ve disappointed us enough haven’t you? You better x” x could be making perfect grades, being a high achiever in some other way, doing this family thing that makes you uncomfortable, but most of all, x equals staying closeted, hiding the family shame.

“You said I was free loading/I didn’t know you were keeping count” Her family continues to treat her differently after this revelation, just tolerating her presence, treating her like a stranger in her own home, a tenant instead of a daughter. Maybe at some point she thinks things might change or might be starting to get better but has a blow out fight with one of her parents and they say something to the effect of “how dare you when I allow you to keep living under my roof” making her realize that they aren’t going to change and that it’s not healthy to stick around, so she resolves to leave.

Verse 2:

“Storm coming/good husband/Bad omen/Dragged my feet right down the aisle/at the house lonely/good money/I’d pay if you just know me/Seemed like the right thing at the time”

“storm coming” means the consequences of getting found out/ outed. The same allegorical woman from the first verse married a man that she didn’t love because she was afraid of living her truth and the potential consequences (= the storm). But doing so has left her lonely, isolated, and empty, and she regrets her decision.

I think Taylor is using this narrative arc outlined in the verses to tell her own story.

The first verse represents getting found out by the public, likely referencing kissgate. “Lock broken” then is a metaphor for her secret life being revealed. “Slur spoken,” representing the disapproving party, likely references her homophobic fans. In addition, given the lines about game tokens and keeping count, she may also be referencing her manager/team/record company and their reaction to her “jeopardizing” everything she’s worked for and hundreds of people’s jobs by being so “reckless”, when really they were just interested in continuing to make millions off of her, and found a way to use this guilt to control her.

The second verse would then represent she and Karlie deciding to get into serious bearding contracts in 2015 to avoid the “storm coming”.

“Good husband/Bad omen” acknowledges that the choice to “take a husband” in the form of their beards, set them up for trouble in the future. A bad omen fortells what’s coming, and Taylor and Karlie likely both knew that while their lavender “marriages” would serve them well for the time being, they would also bring with them unknowable complications and inevitable strife, especially if they one day decided to come out. Their bearding up to this point had been shortlived pr stunts, but Karlie marrying someone and Taylor carrying on a beard narrative for 6+ years is a more complicated web to untangle.

Thus, “dragged my feet right down the aisle”.

“At the house lonely/Good money/ I’d pay if you just know me” the well-placed line break allows this lyric to represent both the financial security they get by staying closeted, but also how Taylor would pay good money to be truly known and accepted by her fans.

All of this brings us to the chorus, which steps outside of the allegory established in the verses which provide a backstory for the emotions expressed in the choruses.

The chorus has three parts: two parts that are mostly repeated with each chorus, but with two lines that change with each repeat of the chorus, and a third part that is made up of two longer lines, which sonically contrast well with the short lines in the verses and the first two parts of the chorus, meaning these two longer lines punctuate the song and underscore the content of the two lines.

Chorus Parts 1 & 2:

“High infidelity/put on your records and regret me/ I bent the truth too far tonight/ and I was dancing around/ dancing around it/high infidelity/ put on your headphones and burn my city/ your picket fence is sharp as knives/I was dancing around/dancing around it.”

Chorus Part 3:

“Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?/ Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?”

(In the second chorus, the second line of the third part goes: “Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?”)

“High infidelity/put on your records and regret me/I bent the truth too far tonight/I was dancing around/dancing around it”

The chorus is Taylor imagining fully coming out, and some of her fans reactions.“High infidelity” would be referring to Taylor “lying” to her fans, who have a close parasocial relationship to the person they believe her to be, and who might feel “betrayed” if they found out Taylor was hiding a big part of who she is. “Put on your records and regret me” imagines then either listening to her old albums, hanging on to their idea of her, her use of male pronouns, etc, or maybe hate listening to her music, seething about how “fake” she was the whole time they “supported her”. Or maybe they’ll listen to other music, trying to drown out her songs (which they’ll never be able to do because they’re burned into their memory).

“I was dancing around it” refers to everything we have occupied ourselves with in this corner of the internet for a number of years: all of her signaling, her Easter eggs, her bait and switches, her clever word choices, disgusting her truth in plain sight. She has included bits and pieces of her truth in her lyrics, but not been direct.

I see the coupling of “I bent the truth too far” with “I was dancing around it” as both acknowledging the lies that went too far (Grammy gate, betty gate) but also her saying, “I’ve been trying to tell you” (I gave so many signs)

Part two of the chorus: “High infidelity/put on your headphones and burn my city/your picket fence is sharp as knives/I was dancing around, dancing around it”.

“Burn my city” - Cities typically burn in literature or in real life when the masses riot/are enraged. I think this shows Taylor’s real fear that if she were to plainly come out, her fans would burn her memory/empire, and disown her and their journey together. However, fire also symbolizes cleansing, a new beginning, or a change of power, so while this visual could demonstrate her fear of losing everything and no longer being “on top”, it could also echo the optimistic fire symbols we’ve seen recently (lover house burning, her staring at the lighter with vengeance and excitement in her eyes, and her smiling while her castle burns in bejeweled). This layer offers the song an irreverent tone, one that echoes her spoken performance of Seven, which to me sounded like she has made peace with the fact that she may lose some of her fans when she fully comes out.

“Your picket fence is sharp as knives” sounds like Taylor expressing the pain that others expectations of her have caused her. To me it sounds like her saying “I may have lied, but you were keeping me prisoner in that fantasy of me being the perfect all-American woman”. We have already heard her express this in this album cycle, her exasperation with the marriage rumors, the 1950’s shit.

This dynamic between closeted pop star and fans parallels a narrative of infidelity in a traditionally gendered heterosexual relationship. The wife that has cheated out of a desperation to be seen and appreciated, imprisoned by her picket fence which represents the sexist expectations put on her to perform as a perfect wife. Taylor has lied for the same reasons. Because of the gendered expectations put on her as a woman, that forced her to tell her audience what they wanted to hear, lest she suffer “the storm.”

But what then does the third part of the chorus refer to?

“Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th/ Do I really need to chart the constellations in his eyes?”

Taylor is continuing with the metaphor of infidelity to allegorize a “discussion” with her fans post coming out. With this lyric, a confrontation with the cheated-on spouse, She says, essentially, “do you really need me to spell it out for you? Do you really want me to detail something you clearly want to be in the dark about?”

Taylor is pointing out that this lie has been a two-way street. Anyone closely following her and willfully believing her bearding narrative at this point is consenting to denial and social artifice, both of which we happen to also associate with picket fences and American suburbia.

This allegory of Taylor as the cheating trophy wife, and her fans as the absent or unappreciative husband, goes deep. In both cases, the relationship was doomed from the start, to the fault of both parties, and larger social structures. The wife likely married a man with red flags, and played the part she thought she needed to play to find love and stability. The husband didn’t bother to dig under her performance, by spending time with her and truly getting to know her; he was comfortable with her being the “perfect woman” poised and done up, a good homemaker. Society at large enforced both of these choices.

Taylor played the part she thought she needed to in order to be successful, perhaps past the age she was powerless to do otherwise, and her fans didn’t want to see the real her once she started to reveal it; they were happy with their idea of who she was, partially because it had been fed to them, and partially because once that idea started to loose merit they refused to take notice. Society at large dictated the part Taylor should play, and enforced the heteronormativity that allowed her fans to continue believing her public narrative when it became flimsy at best.

The choice to employ the cheating allegory also seems to suggest that Taylor is underscoring the moral gray area of her situation - not the fact of being closeted, but the extent to which she has gone in some cases to protect her career and her loved ones. (Again, this brings to mind undeserved awards given to certain people, and the collateral damage of her queer fans being targeted by straight fans, etc.) There is no absolute right or wrong, no wholey innocent party. The wife had her reasons to cheat, Taylor had her reasons to lie, but still some regrettable moves were made, which left Taylor feeling regretful - or at least yearning for a life without the hiding and deceit.

This point places this song squarely within the larger themes of this album - namely, Taylor reflecting on the choices she’s made along the way in her closeting journey, and the uncertainty she has over whether she’s made the correct ones. As with other songs like Dear Reader and Anti Hero, her writing here maintains an ambiguity that belies her inner turmoil about her choice to prioritize her career over her personal life. She states again and again that she is, at least in part, the architect of her own misfortune, even if she built it for survival.

This song is an outstanding example of what I love most in Taylor’s writing. When you can’t tell a story outright, you have to tell it in allegory, when you can’t name a feeling, you have to describe it, either viscerally or in elaborate symbolism, which, when executed by someone with her talent, makes for unmatched storytelling.

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clumsiestgiantess · 2 months

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Survivors — people barely a foot tall who were forced to take refuge in our world — have become a normal part of society. Unfortunately.. it’s not in the way they were hoping.

(original story here)

There’s no way I lost my 90 dollar ball. Are you kidding me?! I spent months saving up for that thing; how could I lose it? I’d torn up my bedroom in search of my prized possession: a professional-grade soccer ball. It had come with me to every practice session since the day I bought it. I stormed out of my room, heading towards the garage. Maybe I’d left it with my gear.

“Woah! Where are you headed so grouchily?” My older sister asked snidely as I stormed past her in the hall. “You wouldn’t care,” I huffed. She shrugged offhandedly, “That’s probably true.” Digging out all of my equipment — even my old stuff that I knew couldn’t possibly have my ball in it — I still couldn’t find it. Ohh wait… One of my friends had shown up halfway through practicing at a nearby park. He’d dragged me away to a local store because one of our favorite games was on sale. Dang it, I left it there, didn’t I?

“If Mom gets home early, tell her I’m at the park!” I yelled through the doorway. “Why are you going to the-?” The door fell closed on my sister’s voice and I rushed to my bike. The park wasn’t too far from my house; I could be there in 15 minutes if I hurried.

“Hold it.” Julie stopped me as I wheeled it to the garage door. “Mom told me to keep an eye on you today. Where are you going again?” “The park,” I responded innocently. “For?” “I think I left my soccer ball there.” “Oh? The survivors have probably taken it by now.” I sighed at her joke. Ever since the little human-like creatures had stolen the phone right out of her purse while she was distracted — true story — she was constantly referencing it. At first it was out of spite, then it became a habit. “Come on, I’ll drive you. It won’t be long, right?” I shook my head, grateful for the lift.

As I rode along with Julie, I begged the universe for things to work out in my favor. Please let it still be there. Don’t let someone take it. By the time we reached the park entrance, my anxiety was calmed. I could see the white spot of my ball towards the end of the field. “Yes,” I cheered quietly as my sister pulled into a space. “Alright, go get it,” my sister nodded.

I stepped out of the car and ran across the field in a half-jog-half-walk. But I stopped as I got closer — staring in open-mouthed horror. My ball was lopsided; punctured toothmark holes of a large dog pierced the sides. “Are you kidding me?! At least if somebody took it I wouldn’t have known they’d done this!” Angrily, I ran up the last few feet and kicked the deflated ball as hard as I could. It sailed across the field and hit the fence as a startled yelp reached my ears. Below me, a survivor was hunched over on the ground, looking around in fearful confusion. He gasped, scanning the sky above him intently.

“Huh? What are you-? Oh.” Following his gaze up to the sky, I watched a hawk or some other large bird circle around overhead. “Are you hiding from that bird?” The survivor glanced fearfully at me, then back up at the sky, whispering something I couldn’t understand. “Right,” I sighed, “You have your own language.”

The survivor was.. different than the ones I’d seen — maybe because they looked to be about my age, or maybe because they were actually alive and well rather than the few depressed half-dead ones I’d seen before. Whatever the case, I didn’t feel like leaving them there to get picked off.

I went to go collect my ball so the survivor would have cover again, but he yelped and rushed after me, cowering under my shadow. His gaze finally tore away from the sky and landed on me. Eyes wide, he asked me something I didn’t understand, but I could guess.

I sighed, but nodded. “Come on,” I gestured for him to follow me, and began walking back the way I’d come. The survivor sprinted after me. Halfway across the field, he wheezed something that vaguely sounded like he was asking me to stop. Oh man, even when I’m walking I’m going too fast for him. Poor guy. I stopped and let the little guy catch up with me. He sat down on the grass, out of breath. However, that bird noticed we’d stopped moving. I watched as it swooped down and landed on the telephone wires beside the field.

“Dnimreven! M’i enif! S’tel tsuj teg tuo fo ereh!” the survivor gasped, scrambling to his feet. He walked on and I kept up with his pace, walking beside him at whatever speed he wanted. It was slow going, but when we reached the parking lot, he stopped. “I.. hhu.. t’ndid yllaer kniht siht raf daeha.” Glancing around the lot, he looked over at the bird, then glanced up at me. “What?” I asked, “It’s alright, I’ll follow you. Just go back to the woods or something.” I waved a hand at the woods, but he slowly shook his head. “You.. no? Don’t you live there?” He just pointed at the bird and shook his head. I squatted on the ground beside him. Still he was shorter than me, but not by nearly as much as when I stood.

“Hey, it’s alright! Just go hide in the woods for a while. That bird will have to stop following you eventually.” A car horn startled both of us just as the survivor was about to speak. “Hey!” Julie called, “What are you doing? I thought you said you’d be quick! Stop pestering that little survivor and get in the car!” “Alright!” I shouted annoyedly back, standing up again. “I’m coming! One second!” I started walking to the trees nearby and the survivor raced after me. When I got to the edge of the parking lot, I stopped and pointed towards the forest. “Go on. I’m sure some other survivors will come along and help you.”

But would they? He gave me a solemn look and trudged towards the underbrush like I was exiling him. The car horn startled him again and he ducked away into the foliage. “Ok! Ok! I’m coming!” The whole drive home I was, according to my sister, ‘unnaturally quiet’. I blamed it on my popped ball — and normally that would make me angry — but I was just too caught up thinking about that survivor. I tried to remember every time I’d ever seen one. Surely one of them looked like they were doing ok, didn’t they?

Yet, as much as I wracked my brain, I couldn’t think of a time when I’d seen one happy. They always looked scared. At best they seemed kinda.. out of it. At worst they were, well, dead. I hope that survivor doesn’t end up like them. He was my age. Surely he’ll survive better than the older ones, right? But there was that bird… I was up the whole night coming up with a plan to sneak out of the house and return to the park. I had to go find him again — to make sure he was safe.

I’d never actually interacted with a survivor before. It wasn’t at all what I expected. My friends said they were little scavengers who liked to steal. All the articles about them said they were a kind of mimic of us from a whole other mimic of our world. But everyone made them sound like little animals. The guy I met today — he seemed so familiar in a weird way. He spoke to me, gestured for me to understand, and even his expressions were so human I could understand him just by reading them. Then again.. maybe he was just a really good mimic.

During lunch the next day, I passively mentioned going to hang out with some friends at the soccer field, and was thankfully met with little opposition. My mom reminded me to wear a helmet when I went out, but that was all. I wrapped up half a grilled cheese I made for myself, tossed it into my bike basket, and pedaled off. I think I beat my previous record of biking to the park by a few minutes, that’s how anxious I was. I scanned the sky as I arrived. No predatory birds in sight.

Stepping over to the place where I left the survivor the other day, I made my way into the woods. I searched the ground with every step until I came across a survivor laying on the ground. A sickening feeling lurched in my stomach watching flies buzzing around them, landing on unmoving limbs. Shit... I’m too late. I carefully stepped over to the body and knelt beside it. I turned away after only a moment, but as I went to cover it with dirt, I realized their hair was much too long to be the survivor I saw before. Holding my breath, I bent down to get a better look.

Firstly, their chest had been torn wide open, and their arms and legs picked clean down to the bone. The position they were in looked painful, as if they’d been struggling. I realized in my examination that the survivor was a female, and let out a relieved breath. Whatever had caught it.. caught her — had eaten her. Wait. I shouldn’t be relieved by that! What the hell am I thinking!? I was just glad that it wasn’t my little friend who’d died, but I felt extremely guilty about thinking of this survivor’s death in that way. She’d died likely being hunted — eaten. Was she still conscious during all of it, or had the animal killed her by then? I just hope I’m not too late to help the other survivor.

Gently taking a few handfuls of dirt, I covered the little corpse. With a quick glance around myself, I spotted some wildflowers, picked one, and laid it carefully on the small mound. “I would’ve helped you too,” I said softly, as if that were any consolation for how horribly they’d died. No wonder the guy I’d met yesterday had given me such a desperate look when I sent him out here. I was basically sentencing him to a horrific struggle for survival in a place where he wasn’t meant to live in.

Standing back up, I backed away from the little grave and headed in a different direction. “Hello?” I called, “Survivor dude I met yesterday? I’m sorry I don’t.. know your name. And I’m really sorry I left you alone out here! Please be alright...” I walked through the forest along the outskirts of the soccer field, watching my every step and calling out once and a while. I began giving up hope as I rounded the end of the field, but something stopped me before I could turn around: my popped soccer ball. It wasn’t left where I’d kicked it earlier. It was tucked beside a tree a little ways past the wooden fence that separated most of the park from the overgrown trees and whatnot that I’d been trekking through.

Heart pounding, I raced over to the ball and yanked it away from the tree. A fearful yelp came from beneath it as the survivor from the day before huddled up against the side of the tree with his arms over his head. “Hey! Hey, it’s alright! It’s me! Remember me from yesterday?” I asked excitedly. The little guy looked up at me with a bewildered expression before his face slowly fell into shock — recognizing me. “Tahw? S’tahw gniog no? Tnaig edud, t’nod llet em er’uoy ereh rof ruoy llab niaga…” I had no clue what he said, but I was too relieved to even listen. He was alive — still using my ball for shelter. “Oh, here! I brought you something.” Digging into my pocket, I pulled out the bag of my half a grilled cheese and took it out.

“I wasn’t sure if you had anything to eat out here, so I brought you this. It.. might actually be a bit too big for you.” Laughing slightly, I handed the piece of sandwich off to him. It was half his height, but he took it eagerly. I sat down lightly, keeping watch for anything that might hurt him as he chowed down. “Yeh tnaig?” The survivor startled me from surveillance. “Hmm? What’s wrong little guy?” He pointed to his throat, then cupped his hands and pretended to drink. “Oh! You’re thirsty? I have some water, but it’s back with my bike. Sorry, I should’ve brought it.” The survivor gave me a confused look. He didn’t understand me. I knew he couldn’t, but I kept forgetting. He looked so normal that I expected him to speak a language I knew.

“Come on,” I gestured for him to follow me like I had the day before. He promptly got up and headed after me. The pace was even slower than yesterday. In the field, the little survivor could easily keep walking all the way across, albeit his steps were much shorter than mine. Here in the uncut forest, he had to weave and duck through the foliage like it was a jungle. He was exhausted after only a short time, and made the same gestures for a drink again, as if I hadn’t understood him the first time. I wanted to go and bring him one, but that body I’d found had me scared. What if I left him and something attacked? I’d feel awful if I came back to find a similar scene to the first survivor.

I.. I can try taking him there myself. But is he going to run away from me if I do that? Wild animals generally don’t like being held. But he wasn’t some wild animal. Surely he was smart enough to understand that I was helping him. Taking a knee, I slowly reached for him. “I’m just gonna help you out, ok little guy?” The survivor backed away from my hand uncertainly, but he didn’t run. “I'm just taking you to get a drink, like you wanted,” I told him, pointing towards the edge of the woods and the parking lot.

The survivor glanced between me and the distance he had to travel several times, then eventually glanced down at my hesitating hand. I came closer again and he held his hands up slightly, squeezing his eyes shut. However, he stood perfectly still.

His reaction hurt slightly. Doesn’t he know I won’t attack him? He looks scared of me, but I’m not a predator. I’m a person; I wouldn’t eat him or kill him for no reason. Slowly, I gripped his torso in a light fist and lifted him into the air. He yelled — dangling legs instantly pulling in against himself as he rushed to grip my fingers. The survivor’s eyes were wide open now, looking around himself fearfully.

“Hey, come on, really?” I asked, causing his head to whip back around towards me. His breathing picked up against the palm of my hand. “Is it really that scary?” Apparently it was. He readjusted, trying to cling even tighter to my fingers. I sighed, “Man, you’re like.. the same age as me! Can’t you tell that I’m not some big scary animal?” I headed back to my bike with him in my hand. He struggled so much I nearly dropped him accidentally. It wasn’t violent struggling like he was in danger, but still.

Finally, I reached my bike and released him on the asphalt. He scrambled backwards and tripped over his own feet, glancing around at the sky before taking a few steps closer to the bike, shying away from the open space. “It’s alright," I assured him, taking out my water bottle and pouring him a capful. “I’ll shoo away anything that tries to get you.” “I- I t’nod tnaw ot eb tuo ereh,” he said nervously, ducking closer to the bike’s wheel until he was pressed against it. Tsuj- t’nac uoy ekat eht retaw revo ot eht sterof daetsni? Stnaig t’nod yllausu ekil em gnignah dnuora ni eht nepo, dna eht sdrib ekil ti a elttil oot hcum.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “I have no clue what you’re saying, but you sure are talking. Here, have some water.” I handed him the bottle cap filled with water, but he only pointed to the woods. I didn’t move until he begrudgingly took it. Sitting on the curb beside my bike, I watched the little survivor. A few dogs passed by on the opposite side of the lot. Both of us eyed them warily, but they were well-behaved pets. They ignored us and continued on after their owners.

Wait.. pet. I glanced down at the survivor. He’d relaxed a bit once the dogs passed us, but he was still on alert. I’d been thinking about that body — the poor survivor who could do nothing to save themselves from such an awful death. “Hey little guy? What do you think of becoming my pet? Some people keep survivors and train them, you know. You’d be a lot safer with me! I’d have to hide you from my family, though,” I grumbled. “Maybe I can make you a little home in my backyard or something. What do you think?” He just gave me a blank, confused look. “Right…” I sighed, “Before I teach you any tricks I think I’m gonna have to teach you some words first. At least you understand gestures.”

The only thing my musings were met with was a small gesture for more water. I thought for a moment as I refilled the survivor’s bottle cap. “I guess I should start with a name. Hmmm.. should I give you a human name or more of a pet name?” I thought for a moment, “What if I name you Bandit? Because you took my soccer ball? My sister did warn me that your kind likes to steal things.”

Once Bandit was done with his drink, I stood up decisively. He startled, but calmed down soon after. That was until I reached for him again. Bandit dodged away from my grasp and stepped away from my bike. Pointing towards the woods, he told me something and started walking in that direction. “No, look! I’m going to give you a real home now! Your name’s gonna be Bandit and I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to fight to survive out here anymore.” I stepped over to him and tried to pick him up again, but he took off at a run — surprisingly fast for something so small. Thankfully, it only took a little jog to catch up with him and corner Bandit with my hands.

The survivor began yelling as I stood back up. His legs were pinned in one hand and his torso in the other. “Tahw eht lleh?! Tahw era uoy gniod htiw em?! Tup em nwod! I t’nod tnwa uoy ot yrrac em dnuora; I nac klaw tsuj enif!” He sounded angry, but he just didn’t understand. He probably thought I was taking him back to that sad little spot I’d found him tucked up in. “Man, you gotta calm down!” I told him surprisedly, “You’re yelling like I’m going to murder you or something. I’m literally saving your life!”

As gently as I could with all his struggling, I placed Bandit into my bike basket and hopped on. He peered over the edge for a moment, confused. However, he gasped and ducked down inside as I lifted the kickstand. “Yeh! I- I thguoht ew erew sdneirf! Erehw era uoy gnikat em?” “That’s right,” I said softer than before, “I’m getting you out of here. Now hold on tight! We’ll be at my house before you know it!”

I biked slowly through the parking lot and across the road, but once I hit the bike trail, I took off — excited to bring home my new pet. Bandit yelled a few more times, and I slowed down each time. However, I kept forgetting and speeding back up again. About two-thirds of the way there, my little pet finally had enough. While I was focused on a blind turn up ahead, the little thing lept out of the basket. A heartstopping thwack resounded off the dirt path as he hit it. I came to a screeching halt a few feet further and dropped my bike to the ground, rushing to his side.

Blood had begun pooling through his pant leg as he hastily scrambled to his feet before immediately falling back over again. “Bandit! Holy shit! Why’d you do that?! I thought survivors were smart enough to know not to jump out of a moving vehicle!” An agonizing cry stopped me from scolding him any longer. “Shit, I.. I gotta get you home and bandage that up.” Scooping him up in my arms, I drove the rest of the way single-handedly — Bandit gasping and whining the whole way back. The sound made me sick. I don’t understand! He knew it was moving! They’re supposed to be the second smartest creatures in the world besides humans!

I drove straight into the backyard when I got home, rushing for the back door. However, when I threw it open, my sister stood in the doorway, arms crossed. I had quick enough reflexes to hide Bandit behind my back, but that was all. “I knew you were up to something when Mom told me where you were going!” she accused. “No!” I yelped, covering up a groan from my little injured pet. “I was at the park! I swear!” “So why are you sneaking in the back-” Julie’s face paled mid-sentence. “Ritchie? Is that blood on your sweatshirt?” Shit. It was. Bandit’s leg must’ve bled into my clothing while I was holding him tucked against my chest.

There was no use trying to lie. Julie was a veterinary major — specializing in surgery. She knew blood when she saw it. “I- I can explain.” Before I could explain anything, she grabbed my arm and fearfully yanked it out from behind me. Bandit cried out in pain as he was jerked forward. Protectively, I tucked him back against myself as my shocked sister let go of me. “I knew you would go back for that survivor,” she said under her breath. “But what the hell did you do?”

“I- I didn’t do anything! He jumped out of my bike while I was riding it and-” “Give him to me.” “What? No! What are you going to do with him?” She held out her cupped hands, “What do you think I’m going to do with him? I have to stop him from bleeding like that or he will die. Please, just let me have him.” “I- It’s not that bad!” I lied, backing away, “This stain isn’t even that big!” “It is to him.” Julie’s voice suddenly turned hostily serious. Hesitantly, I tried to give Bandit to her, but he gasped and tried to avoid her hands.

I was about to tell her that I should just bring him wherever she wanted him, but Julie spoke first. “S’ti thgirla; I t’now truh uoy. M’i ereh ot pleh uoy.” I blinked, dumbstruck. Even Bandit stopped struggling. “Did.. you just speak survivor language?” I gawked. Less than a second later, Bandit practically flung himself out of my grasp and into Julie’s arms. He started speaking so quickly, even she gave him a confused look. “Tsuj gnah ni ereht,” she said gently, “Ll’i teg uoy dexif pu.” She rushed off into the bathroom. The rumbling of medicine bins filled the air along with the sound of rushing water. I was so stunned I stood in the doorway for several minutes before quickly closing the back door and rushing after my sister.

#the characters came to me in a vision #had to do something about that #if y’all enjoy this I’ll post part two!#g/t #giant/tiny

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The Ghost with the Most

The Ghost (Mitch) x Reader (Haunt 2019)

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: You and your friends decide on an “extreme” haunted house, and you’re not excited, until you meet a certain charming Ghost.

Warnings: Porn with the tiniest little bit of plot, quickie, you get fucked while your friends are dying, Mitch has a dirty mouth,

“Bailey calm down… Angela got the bleeding to stop and I’m going to go get someone to let us out okay?” You soothed Bailey, who had three sizable slices up her wrist. She was pale, sweaty, and leaning against the wall, tears rolling down her cheek every once and a while. Angela had ripped part of her costume off, wrapping it right around the wounds to slow the breathing.

Evan turned to you quickly, “You’re leaving?”

“Well what else are we supposed to do Evan? Stay here until she bleeds out?” You started looking for a way out, wondering what was behind the fence and curtains. The door you had come through was closed, but another had opened in its absence. “There has to be another actor up ahead…wait here.”

You walked through the doorway, despite the pleas that you stay. Bailey’s injury has everyone on edge, but you don’t understand the issue…accidents happen, even at haunted houses.

“Hello?” You called out, finally turning into another room. The room had an ominous blue tint, sheet covered mannequins covering every square inch. You yelped as fog sprayed up towards you through a grate in the floor, but then you laughed, thinking how stupid you must’ve looked getting scared by fog.

“Hello? Is there someone here? Our friend…she got hurt back there, she’s bleeding, we need out.” You announced. A loud bang sounded from the hallway you’d come from, followed by a scream, causing you to turn your entire body towards the door. This had you alarmed, even though you were sure it was just a planned scare, because your friends weren’t having fun anymore.

“You said someone’s hurt?”

You whipped around to the source of the smooth voice. A ghost, shrouded in what looked like pounds of fabric. “Yes, I’m sorry. She’s cut, she’s bleeding.”

“Hold on..” he said, beginning to walk to the door behind him.

“I uhm…I told them I’d go back with help…” you said meekly, still feeling sort of bad for interrupting the whole show. His body froze, then turned slowly to face you.

He nodded a little, “Let me get something…”

You stared at the ghostly figure, thinking that he must be handsome beneath his mask. His voice was so smooth and silky, and he was tall. Maybe the fabric was adding to the bulk, but he seemed much bigger than you. Masks have usually been your thing, maybe that was it. Keys jangled on his belt as gloved hands grabbed and pushed his drapery away from his waist, revealing a trim waistline and nice legs.

You took a deep breath and walked forward towards him. “Uhm…what are you grabbing…exactly…?”

His hands froze on the doorknob and the hollow eyes of his mask bore into your soul. “My other set of keys… I only have the keys to this half of the maze on me.”

You nodded, staring down at his key ring. Your eyes must’ve lingered for too long on his lower body because he cleared his throat, still facing you. He dropped the key in his hand, letting it jangle back down to his hip. “What’s your name?” He asked softly.

Nervously, you told him your name. You didn’t know why he was asking, but you damn sure weren’t going to not answer the hot masked stranger. He took a step closer, engulfing you completely in the white fabric of his cloak and the musky smell of his cologne, which had a slight undertone of something unpleasant, but you didn’t mind.

He said your name, as if testing how it sounded in his mouth. He reached forward, grabbing with a large gloved hand the bottom of the cropped shirt of your Halloween getup. “I like your costume…”

He tugged at the shirt a little, before flattening his palm on the skin of your hip. You felt yourself turn red, but decided that this was your chance. Every other thing you needed to worry about right now just evaporated into thin air. You took a small step forward as well, putting your hand on top of his.

In a blur, his right hand was tangled in the roots of your hair, tugging hard to spin you around, left hand right on your hip, holding you flush against him.

A surprised squeak left your lips at the sudden and confident action. One of his hands was still yanking on your hair, making your head fall back to expose your neck, the other hand moving from your hip to the center of your pelvis.

The force he spun you with surprised you, and before you knew it you were sandwiched between his ghostly figure and the wall. The fog from the grate hissed again, surrounding you both in a baleful cloud. Even through his shroud, you could feel how hard he was pushing his hips against yours, making your hips jut painfully into the cold metal wall.

“Such a slut.” He growled, hands fumbling with the button to your shorts. “Waltzing in here dressed like this…coming onto me…all while your friends are still waiting for you…”

A pang of guilt tore through your stomach. Your friends were currently scared, injured, and waiting for you to bring some sort of assistance, and you were too distracted by the Ghost that you completely abandoned them.

He yanked your shorts and underwear down hard, but only about to your mid thigh. The feeling of his gloves against your skin as he pulled up your shirt to run his hands over your exposed chest made you shiver and groan.

“Or maybe that’s what you want…huh? You want them to walk in on you getting fucking railed by some dude you just met.” The shroud he wore tickled your back as he hiked it up over you, finally giving you contact with something other than the strange fabric. You felt his jeans against your bare thighs, belt buckle pressing uncomfortably between his leg and the back of your knee.

Desperation overwhelmed your senses and you nodded for him, even though you didn’t want your friends to know what you were up to. He didn’t warn you, but with a loud groan, he slides inside of you. You barely need any adjusting, immediately you could feel the low simmer of pleasure in your belly.

Nothing could phase you. The feeling of the Ghost, a man who you’d just met, never seen his face, didn’t even know his damn name, fucking you up against a wall, erased every other thought in your mind. The feeling of him pressed against you, thrusting into you hard and needy, was almost too much to handle. You reached back and grabbed onto his hands, which were holding on for dear life at your hips.

“Holy shit…if I knew…sluts that come through this place felt like this…I’da fucked ‘em a lot sooner…” He groaned. The thought of him making this a thing excited you. Maybe you’d come back next year to see him again.

You moaned, loudly, surely loud enough for everyone to hear you, but you’d stopped caring.

“Mitch.” He moaned.

You craned your neck, confused. “What?”

His eyes were glued to where you were connected. “My name is Mitch. Say it.”

You followed orders, letting his name roll off your tongue in a pleasure-drunken stupor. You could feel yourself tightening around him, nails scraping at the wall you were squished against.

“Mitch…” you whimpered, “I…I’m gonna cum..”

“Awe already? I was having so much fun…” he leaned his head back, fully enjoying the sensation of you losing it on his cock. You came hard with him buried inside you, jaw dropping and eyes rolling back, legs struggling to hold you up.

“So fucking tight…” he grabbed your hair again, pulling your head back so he could say directly in your ear, “I’m gonna cum inside you, whether you want me to or not.”

You swore he was trying to kill you. You felt him push against you hard, forcing your cheek painfully against the wall. The sensation of warmth spilling inside you was enough to make you cum a second time, loud wails escaping your throat as you twitched and convulsed from the overwhelming pleasure. You both stood there panting, you were laying against the wall and Mitch was laying against you. The fact that your legs were trembling and about to give out any second didn’t help.

A few minutes later, you realized…you’d abandoned an injured, bleeding person in order to have sex with a complete stranger. You felt like the worst person in the world at this moment, and as guilt overtook you, you slowly pushed back against him to get your distance. “I…I really should…uhm….get back to my friends, I’m sure they’re worried sick…”

What you didn’t see was that in the other rooms of the haunted maze, two of your friends lay dead and bloodied, the rest sure to meet the same fate within the hour. But Mitch wasn’t about to let you go that easy…he thinks, no, he knows, you’d fit in wonderfully at this attraction.

Mitch whispered, “I’m sure they don’t know a thing…”

A/N: Haunt is criminally underrated, please give it a watch and understand my obsession for this ghost man

#slasher x reader #slashers #haunt #horror movies #horror fanfiction

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Wild girl - Part 4 (Ongoing)

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: You and Katniss dry off at your home and she finally opens up. She'd love to stay, but she has to take care of her family, so you walk her back home.

Warnings: Very slight descriptions of injuries/damaging habits. This is an interactive story—the poll at the bottom will be open for a week and will choose the direction of the next part! <3

Word Count: 2248

“What if we hung out a little longer?”

Katniss tilted her head, gray eyes big and curious. She studied you for a moment as if she was running your suggestion through gears in her mind, it was like she couldn’t believe it.

“What do you mean?” She finally asked, her guarded voice betrayed by her expression.

You stepped a little closer to her, the two of you still huddling beneath the picnic blanket from the pelting rain. “You could come back to my house, we could dry off and just keep hanging out, out of the rain–or we could sit on the porch and watch the rain.” Your offer was tentative, hesitant almost. It seemed as if Katniss was going to decline from the way she was studying you, but then her lips lightened into a small smile.

“That sounds… really nice.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Her smile widened slightly as her tough walls finally began to break down due to the warm beating in her heart. “I’d really love to do that.”

You grinned back at her, hardly able to believe it. You’d managed to sway the most reserved, and beautiful, girl in the world into not only going on a picnic with you, but now coming to your house to hang out with. You felt like you were on top of the world.

Katniss noticed the giddiness and the gleam in your eyes and chuckled. “Well, are we going or not?” She asked, tugging the collar of her jacket up. “I’m soaked.”

You nodded in agreement, deciding it would be best to get out of the rain. And so, instead of splitting up at the fence, you both returned to your house.

It was nothing big, your house, but it was home either way; a small cozy cabin tucked on the edge of town with not much more than the necessities. You’d lived here your whole life and although sometimes larger houses, such as those in the Victors Village, seemed more appealing, you couldn’t imagine leaving.

Katniss seemed to like your house, though. It was quite similar to hers, just a little cleaner and more designed for one person rather than a family.

“Your house is quite cozy.” Katniss observed as she slipped out of her mud covered boots. She slid her damp jacket off and looked around for a hook to hold it. Upon finding none, she glanced at you.

You took her jacket and just hung it on the back of one of the chairs. You were about to give her a small tour when you noticed a few leaves poking out from her hair. Carefully, you reached to remove them when she spun to face you.

“What are you doing?” Katniss asked, nose wrinkled. She ducked when you tried once more and swatted your hand like a defiant cat.

“You have something in your hair.” You reached out again, placing another hand on her shoulder to hold her still.

Katniss ducked again, now just leaning into the game. “What is it?” She ran her fingers through her now wavy hair but found nothing.

Ignoring her question, you slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against you, keeping her in place.

“Stay still, Wild Girl. Stop squirming.” You muttered, reaching up to pluck the leaves from her thick waves.

Katniss stiffened a little at the sudden closeness, then relaxed, her face pinkening. “Is… is it a bug?” She stammered.

“No.” You stepped back and held your findings up to her face. “Just some leaves. Were you running through the bushes?” You teased, enjoying the way her blush deepened.

Katniss finally snapped out of her flustered state and broke free from your grip. She raked her fingers through her damp hair once more, trying to smooth it out. “No, no.” She stuttered, shaking her head. After a deep breath, she faced you once more, this time a bit more confident. “I was just… collecting all the stray leaves so none would get stuck in your hair, Pretty Girl.”

So this is how things were going to be played.

You just rolled your eyes and pointed to the small door that led to your bedroom. “I’ll get you some dry clothes and then we can just hang out.”

Katniss accepted with a grateful nod and soon you were both in dry sweaters and fuzzy socks, sitting down by the fireplace and drying off.

“Thank you for this.” Katniss sighed contently, biting at the edges of her nails and rolling her shoulders. She was still a little on edge but was relaxing a bit more. “You’re really sweet—Ow!”

She winced, pulling her hand from her mouth to observe the damage she’d done around her nails, a little blood on her skin. “Shit.”

“Are you okay?” Instinctively, you clasped your hand around hers and peering at her wound. The tips of her fingers were practically raw from… who knows how long, of her indulging in her nervous habit. She winced again and pulled away.

“I’m fine.” She mumbled, lifting her hand to her lips to suck the blood away and pretend nothing was wrong.

You took her hand back and shook her head. “No, let me get some bandages.”

You didn’t give her a chance to object as you were suddenly up and scrounging around for some bandages to wrap her fingers up. She scowled as you sat beside her and tried to pull away again.

“Come on, let me help you.” You urged gently, softening your voice and your expression. “It’ll be easier if I do it.”

Reluctantly, she let her hand relax under your care, but she clearly wasn’t happy about it. “It’s nothing to get all worked up over… they’re just a bit sore.”

As you began to wrap up her bleeding finger, you noticed just how bad of a state her whole hand was in. There were deep callouses and bruises from using her bow, and around her nails were still very raw and thin.

“Just a bit?” You shook your head, deciding now to wrap the tips of all of her fingers, at least to prevent her from hurting herself anymore at the moment. “Your fingers are falling apart.”

Katniss seemed to deflate a little at that comment and she fell silent.

“It’s not a bad thing, I’m not mad.” You assured her quickly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m just worried, that’s all.”

“Well don’t be.”

The surprise from her snap must've been clear across your face as she backed down a little with a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry.” Katniss turned her head. “I’m not used to… people taking care of me like this. It feels wrong.”

You made a soft noise, though it was unclear whether it was of surprise or disappointment. You moved to wrapping the last of her fingers, tucking the bandage gently around her skin and then giving her hand a squeeze when you finished.

“That’s what friends are for.” You murmured. “You can count on me for anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” You nodded with an affirmative smile, lifting your gaze to hers, with a shock.

For the first time ever, those deep gray eyes of hers were misty and soft, vulnerable even. Her lips were quivering and after a second of holding your stare she had to turn away.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Your smile eased into a frown and you shook your head. “Don’t be sorry, it’s okay.”

Katniss forced a weak smile and stared at you as if she was debating something. After a few moments of deep thought, she moved to sit beside you and curled her knees to her chest, her body leaning into yours. Her warmth radiated through the thick sweater she now adorned, and her head slowly fell onto your shoulder.

You had to be dreaming, there was no way this was happening. It was as if Katniss had completely given up the tough girl act the second you showed her some true, deep kindness. She’d gone from a feral creature to a soft being who forgot all other functions besides seeking lost affection.

A small smile crept onto your face and slowly, so as not to scare her, you slid an arm around her now tight figure and pulled her into your side.

“Are you okay?” You asked her softly, feeling her face brush against your shoulder as she settled and got comfortable.

Her breath tickled your neck. “...I am now.”

Your lips lifted higher and you tightened your grip around her, resting your chin against her forehead. “Good.” You murmured, voice light and airy so you didn’t break the thin blanket of intimacy.

Katniss sat there with you for a few minutes before she lifted her head back up. “Thank you.” She whispered, lips inches away from your flushed cheeks, her face the same color. “For all of this.”

You shook your head and gave her a tight squeeze. Once you managed to draw a squeak of protest from her, you laughed and let her go.

“Thank you, too.” You smiled. “You’re a really good friend.”

“Friend…” Katniss repeated as she laid her head back on your shoulder. The word felt sticky and thick on her tongue, she hadn’t had a friend in ages. But yet, you couldn’t help but feel there was something more to her simple utterance.

You just nodded and ran your fingers through her hair, working out the knots. It was a good thing Katniss’s head was on your shoulder and not your chest which concealed your racing heart.

You couldn’t help but maybe imagine this as being something more than friends… But you knew better than to push it, at least for the moment.

This moment, and this friendship, were beautiful as they were at the moment. And if that was all that was meant to be, you’d be content.

You and Katniss sat in a gentle silence for a long time, cuddling by the fireplace and listening to the rain splatter against the window. Eventually you heard her stomach gurgle with hunger and laughed.

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” You offered quietly.

Katniss looked at you longingly, but forced herself to decline. “I’d love to, but I have to get back home…”

If you didn’t know how devoted she was to caring for her family, Primrose especially, you’d be a little hurt, but you knew that Katniss’s main priority would always be them, even if it meant skipping out on fun things like a shared dinner.

“Alright.” You tried to conceal your disappointment with a smile as you helped her up to her feet. “Let’s get you home before it gets too dark then.”

Katniss only nodded in response.

Her clothes were still damp so she threw them into a bag–the sweater on her body still yours–then met you at the door. You each put on a mostly water-proof jacket and then set out into the downpour.

The walk to Katniss’s house wasn’t quite long, but it was very slippery. You completely bit it once and had to make the rest of the trek with muddy pants and a bit of a dampered dignity.

Katniss wouldn’t let you live it down either. Her arm was around your waist half of the time and you could hear her insistence through the rain that it was to keep you on your feet. She made sure to hold you close around particularly mud caked spots. If it weren’t as dark and gloomy as it was, you probably could’ve seen the glowing blush on her face.

And finally, you made it back to Katniss’s house. The two of you ran onto the porch and shook off, giggling.

“You two are soaked.” Katniss’s mother said with surprise as she opened the door. She ushered you both inside, not giving you a chance to decline and she sent you to wear some of Katniss’s clothes.

Katniss was waiting for you when you came out.

Her dark hair was very frizzy and curly from the rain, and her cheeks were flushed from the cold, but she looked quite happy anyway.

“I have a snare right by the meadow.” She said as she slid her jacket back on. “It caught some game earlier. I’m going to go grab it real quick so we can have that for dinner.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, stay here.” Katniss shook her head. “You’ve done so much for me, it’s my turn now.” Her serious expression softened into a chuckle as she tried to ease the sudden tension. “Plus, you’d only get my pants dirty.”

You looked down at your legs. Her pants were a bit too long on you and practically touched the floor, but you didn’t mind. Your sweater didn’t exactly fit her perfectly either.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes but matched her smile. “Be safe, and quick.”

“Will do.” Katniss seemed a little touched by your farewell and the quick pat to your shoulder was a surprise to the both of you. She just shrugged it off and then left.

You stood, looking around her house and debating what to do.

In the kitchen, you could hear Katniss’s mother preparing some sort of other food, probably some of the roots and other plants that had been bustling with the oncoming spring. And in the other room sat Primrose, fevrently studying some books.

You had a little time to kill, so you decided to make yourself useful while waiting for Katniss’s return.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

#the hunger games #catching fire #katniss everdeen #the mockingjay #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen x fem!reader #katniss everdeen x you #x reader #interactive story #are you really trying to tell me katniss doesn't bite the shit out of her lips and fingers when she gets stressed?

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CHAPTER 3: HOLLY, JOLLY

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: Not going to lie; this was harder to write. I feel like because this episode is more of a filler for my character. Things are about to get real for Diana, no matter how stubborn she is.

Warnings: Violence.

Word Count: 1228

Masterlist

PART I || PART II

Wednesday November 9, 1983 - SINCLAIR RESIDENCE

The path at my feet fades away and I am barrelling through the dense forest. I am being followed. I can feel it. Sharp branches swipe at my face and snag in my hair ripping strands out my scalp. I whimper, moving my arms faster to gain more momentum. My lungs burn and my legs ache, but I keep running towards the faint light through the trees. I choke on a breath feeling my foot catch under a branch and I am descending down to the ground landing painfully on my hands and knees. I am staggering onto my feet, sprinting through bushes. The light draws closer and I scream for help, hoping someone will hear me. Save me. My body slams into the short iron fence surrounding the backyard of a house. I instantly recognize the pool and scream.

“Steve!”

I rattle the fence, my breath coming out in short puffs.

“Steve!” I shout again.

My heart leaps in my chest as Steve, Carol, Tommy H, Nancy and Barb all come out of the house.

“Nancy!” I cry, hot tears streaming down my face.

She doesn’t turn around. No one does.

“Barb!”

Nothing. Everyone gathers around the pool, laughing and in good spirits. No one notices I am screaming for help. No one acknowledges me. No one cares. I grip the fence poking my foot through one of the holes to climb. I ignore the sting of my palms and the throbbing of my knees and push myself up to swing my leg over.

“Nancy!” I wail. “Barb!”

I am falling before I realize what’s happening landing painfully on the ground. I feel a strong hand grip my hair from the root, dragging me across the dirt. My throat burns from the scream tearing through my lips. I am screaming as I thrash against the dirt, fighting desperately to get away. Through my tears, I see no one flinch or even turn their heads.

I sit up, gasping for air. My pyjama top clings to my back and my forehead is damp with sweat. I run my hands through my hair, knowing last night I went to bed with my bonnet on. I feel along my bed for the material and find it under my pillow. I can only imagine what my hair looks like now. The sun is beginning to rise when I peer out my window. Slivers of orange and blue, trickle into my room, creating a series of dusk shadows. In any other circumstance, I would have remained in bed and watched the sun rise, but I was sticky with sweat and needed a shower.

The events from last night flicker through my mind and I shiver as I stumble out of bed. I don’t bother looking at myself in the mirror and walk straight to my closet to pick an outfit for the day. Settling for a simple tank top and jeans with a crewneck sweater, I open my room door. The house is quiet apart from the movement and hushed whispers coming from my parents room. They were always up this early getting ready for the day. I make sure to take my time walking down to the bathroom not wanting to draw any attention to myself. My parents aren’t expecting me to be home. I am supposed to be at Nancy’s house and the thought makes me feel frustrated.

I enter the bathroom, softly closing the door behind me. I stumble on my feet, feeling disoriented from my dream. I don’t remember much, but what stands out is me yelling for help and no one listening. I consider myself to be pretty self-aware and I know this dream is rooted in the insecurities I felt and what happened with Will, but I can’t say I’m not still upset with Nancy and even Barb for leaving me by myself. If it weren’t for Eddie seeing me and offering to drive me home, I would have been stranded or worse. I turn on the shower taking off my clothes and toss them in the hamper. Today is a new day.

When I go downstairs, I am relieved to only see Mom in the kitchen. Dad must have left for work this morning, sometimes he has to be in the office earlier in the morning if there was a meeting. Despite being happy to see my mom, I still hesitate because I am afraid to approach her after lying about my whereabouts last night.

“Diana?” Mom says, cracking two eggs into a bowl.

“Yes, mom?”

“I thought you were sleeping over at Nancy’s with Barb after the assembly.”

I approach her, kissing her cheek. I shrug my shoulders avoiding eye contact. “I was but I didn’t feel like it anymore…” The feeling wasn’t exactly a lie. I did leave Steve’s house last night. “I walked home from Nancy’s.”

Mom adds milk, cinnamon, vanilla extract, salt and a pinch of nutmeg to the egg. “Oh, why didn’t you feel like it?”

Because I didn’t belong there. “I just wanted to sleep in my own bed.”

Mom looks at me as she whisks the wet ingredients together. I watch the contents mix together, yellow and brown blending into one.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Sweetheart. Eddie called me that last night in his van. I feel a small flutter in my stomach. “You look tired. Did you sleep well last night?” Goosebumps prickle my skin. I don’t remember much about my dream or nightmare, but the eerie feeling it left remained.

“I’m okay. Just a long night.”

“I can imagine how heavy the assembly must’ve been. I feel for the Byers and I can’t imagine what they’re going through.” Yeah, the assembly. I nod my head in agreement, pushing down the unsettling feeling in my stomach.

“Yeah, it was.” I mumble.

“I made cookies for Miss Byers yesterday and drove down to her house to drop it off, but she wasn’t there.” Mom walks to the bread box and takes the loaf of sourdough bread out. She places four pieces of bread on the counter. “I left it on the porch with a note.”

My eyes widen. “Mom, you can’t do that.”

“It wasn’t in a basket with a dishtowel over it,” Mom explains, she opens one of the cupboards pulling out the skillet. “It was in a Tupperware container, wrapped in parchment paper.” I sigh watching Mom turn on the stove top. She places the skillet on the fire to heat up. “Can you ask Jonathan at school if they got it? I haven’t received a call from Joyce.”

“Okay.”

Mom turns to me observing my presence. I wait for her to tell me she knows I’m lying but she doesn’t instead she compliments my outfit and my hair. I thank her with a small smile.

“Do you want to help me with breakfast, baby?”

“I would love that.”

I take a piece of sourdough bread and dunk it into the egg yolk mixture making sure the bread is evenly saturated on both sides. While I do this, mom puts small pieces of butter on the skillet to melt. We work together in silence and I feel a sense of calm in the repetition. For the moment, I am not thinking about what happened last night and it feels good.

#stranger things rewrite #black fem reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #dianasinclair #eddie munson x black!reader #steve harrington x black!reader #sinclair!reader #eddie x fem!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader

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bluewatersfairy · 2 years

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more than enough - j.t.

for the best experience, please listen to this song whilst reading 🤍🌌

synopsis: on vacation, reader helps jayson rest and relax

warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI! oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t forget to wrap before you tap), shower sex. it’s lowkey tame compared to some other fics i’ve written lmao.

word count: 5.4k (so sorry)

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Quietly, you followed the cobblestone path around the side of your air b&b, wrapping your robe around your body just a little bit tighter. You appreciated the darkness, and were genuinely surprised and in awe of the view of the stars there was in this part of the world. The light pollution was so little, it almost made being surrounded by darkness comforting, like a childhood blanket. You wanted to bathe in the darkness, lay on the grass or the roof and stare at the sky to see just how many stars you cold see, but you didn’t want to do it alone. Plus, the half court at the back of the house had lights with far too much power and it did not seem like they were turning off anytime soon.

“You know,” you began as you walked through the entrance, your voice pulling Jayson’s attention away form the ball in his hands, “the point of a vacation is to rest and relax.” You leant against the fence, your arms crossed over your stomach to keep your robe closed.

“I am resting and relaxing,” he replied with a smile, his hands tossing the ball back and forth to one another, like a nervous habit, “this is relaxing to me.” He dribbled the ball twice before shooting it at the hoop, his eyes never leaving yours.

“It’s not exactly resting though,” you countered as he started to walk towards you, his hands behind his back. As he got closer, you could make out the droplets of sweat that covered his naked torso and dripped down his forehead. He did not look relaxed or rested at all.

Jayson’s lips pressed to the top of your head as he came to a stop in front of you. “I rest during the day and relax out here at night.”

You rolled your eyes and took a step back to move to find his phone to turn off his speaker. His eyes stayed glued to you as you moved, the feeling leaving an icy touch at the bottom of your spine. Instinctively, you pulled your shoulders back to combat the shiver, not wanting to distract his trance. You were able to stop his music and turn off his speaker before he protested in any type of way.

“Cmon now Ma, it’s just us two out here for miles, I’m not disturbing anybody.” His hands found your hips as he came up behind you, “let my finish this playlist and then I’ll be inside, I promise.”

Sweetly, Jayson placed a kiss on your jaw as one of his hands pushed you into him. It didn’t take much more than that to realise he was about to use his size against you, and he was making a grab for his phone and speaker.

“I would say you’re disturbing me.” you said as you dodged his hand again, carefully backing away from him and judging the situation. Jayson had a somewhat wicked look in his eyes, the playful type that could switch very easily.

“Let me make it up to you then,” he said as he lunged for you again. He barely missed you, almost managing to grab the tie of your robe to pull you in.

“You can make it up to me by coming inside,” you quipped as you made a jump for the gate. Unfortunately Jayson anticipated your moved and partially caught you mid-air, swinging you around as you squealed.

“Thank you.”

Victorious, he now held his phone and speaker. You could hear his smirk as he put you down. As you turned to face him again, your robe lost the little hold it had left and opened, exposing the black satin and lace babydoll you had on. In real time, you watched Jayson shut down, the ball he had at his feet being kicked to the side as he stepped towards you.

“Don’t,” you stopped him by grabbing his wrist, “you are not getting your sweat all over this. It is new. I will kill you.” You let go of his hand and he smiled lightly.

“Yes ma’am,” he said with his hands up in defense.

Jayson slid his tongue over his bottom lip and tilted his head to the right. His eyes followed the lace to the swell of your chest and down to your thick thighs. He cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’re not very subtle,” you teased, “might be something to work on if you want me to come to more of your games.”

You started to walk around him, nudging the basketball gently towards the baseline. Jayson’s eyes followed, but he didn’t move from where he stood.

“Maybe I’ll second think that,” he mumbled as he finally turned to face you at the exit, “you might just be too distracting.”

“Clearly not that distracting,” you teased with your hands behind your back, “if I was, you would already be in the shower getting ready to fuck me, but alas,” you shrugged, “here you stand.”

Jayson raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips together. You bit back saying something more and turned to walk back around the side of the house and to your bedroom. You didn’t need to add anything extra to your walk, your babydoll and robe had given him enough to think about. Plus, you had told him what you wanted, it wouldn’t be long for him to follow you.

Back in your room, you picked up your book from the bedside table and laid out. You figured it wouldn’t be long until Jayson joined you, but you preferred doing something with your time. Time either passed quickly, or you were reading faster than usual because when the bedroom door reopened, you’d reached the climax of the chapter and things were starting to fall in line.

“Those lights are hot,” Jayson interrupted your concentration as he dropped his shirt on the bed. He shook his head when you made eye contact over the top of your book.

He made another comment about the lights and as important as you were sure it was, you weren’t really taking it in. Your eyes scanned over his shoulders and down his toned arms and over his torso. You swore he was wearing his sweats lower than before.

“You just gon’ stare or answer my question?” He snapped his fingers in front of him, bringing you back to reality.

“You look yummy, is it my fault?” you countered, placing your book back on the bedside table. He chuckled and you pulled yourself to your feet.

“See, I’m inside because of you so some could argue it is your fault.” He smirked as you came to stand in front of him.

Looking down at you, he fiddled with the drawstrings of his pants. He had a cocky demeanor, his smug grin as irritating as it was attractive. His pants dropped as you stepped closer to him again and he took your chin between his fingers.

“Would you like to join me in the shower?” he asked as he dipped his head closer to yours, his lips hovering over yours.

“Do you even need to ask?”

Jayson nodded his head and took a step back from your body. He traced the band of his briefs before pulling them down, knowing you were watching his every move. When his back turned so he could open the bathroom door, he tensed and flexed his back muscles. Though you focused your attention of his body, you tried your best not to roll your eyes at his cocky manner. You knew he thought he was top 5, he didn’t need to know that you see him the same way, just that he isn’t 5, 4, 3, or 2.

Alina Baraz’s soft voice filled the bathroom, something that had only ever been an invitation for you. You let your robe fall down your shoulders and tossed it lazily at the bed before sauntering towards the doorway. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the room’s mirror and you couldn’t help but take a second look. The soft curves of your figure filled out your baby doll beautifully, you looked angelic, sun-kissed and edible.

He’d dimmed the lights in the bathroom, giving the room more of a soothing nuance than the burning yellow lights typically offered. Jayson was already under the water and staring directly at you when you looked up at him. The shower was only separated from the rest of the bathroom by one sheet of glass. This meant that it was easy to slip in and out, and even easier to watch your lover if you pleased. Just as you were from the moment you stepped in, you barely paid attention to the unused towel that sat folded on the floor. Instead, you watched as the water pebbled over his hair and down his chest. He noticed, his chin jutting up as he bit back a smirk.

“I know I say it all the time,” he shrugged as his eyes scanned down your figure, “but God took his sweet time with you Ma.”

As if by instinct, you rolled your eyes and locked the door behind you.

His gaze burnt into your back and raised the hairs on your neck. Blind to his actions, you still knew where his attention laid, unwavering. You smoothed your hands over the satin material and tugged at the hem, suddenly very aware of how little it covered. He knocked down a towel or two on his way in and you knew that if you were to bend over, he’d be able to see all of you, something that never came without a flash of nerves. So you crouched instead and he let his disapproval be known.

“I’d much rather you voice your disapproving thoughts than make sounds about them,” you ran your tongue over your bottom lip as you turned to face him. Jayson hadn’t moved since you’d first walked in, it was his body language that gave him away. Someone else wanted a part of the conversations.

“Cmon now,” he taunted, “I’ve never complained before, why would I start now?”

You took another step towards him with your hands held behind your back. He licked his bottom lip as you took another step, his eyes tight on your thighs. They were hypnotic to him. Once he’d first touched them, he couldn’t seem to get enough. Always staring, always touching. If the opportunity presented itself, he’d rest his head in your lap, his fingers tracing up and down your thighs, his lips following suit. He paid extra attention to them when he was between them. Biting and sucking, kissing them as he played with your mental and told you secrets until your head was spinning.

“I like you in black,” he mumbled, half a world away. You lifted the hem ever so slightly, gripping the material at your waist. He sucked in a breath, his eyes slowly losing that innocent glimmer that had initially brought you in.

“Take it off,” Jayson breathed out. You’d stopped in your stride and watched as his head lowered ever so slightly. He looked you in the eye and waited for some type of response. You liked it like this, when you weren’t sure what his next move would be.

“Good boys use their manners.” It was your turn to taunt him and he raised his chin again. You smiled ever so slightly, you liked to challenge him. Where was the fun in compliance?

“Please,” he forced out, his head shaking side to side, “take it off.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you examined him one last time. His chest was rising and falling at a slightly faster pace than usual and blood was clearly pulsing through him at a heightened speed. If it wasn’t evident through the redness in his forehead and cheeks, his hardened cock gave it all away.

“As you please,” you curtseyed before pulling the luscious material over your head. You tossed it to the basin and let Jayson drink in your body before you made your way to his beckoning embrace.

“You should dress in those things more often,” he mumbled against the top of your head as his hands wrapped around your waist. You tilted your head up and caught his eye before he gently pressed his lips to yours, “it makes watching you undress that much more interesting.”

You laughed as he smiled and pressed your hands into his chest, “here I was thinking watching me get undressed after work was the most interesting part of your day.” He grinned down at you and you raised to your tippy toes. You snaked your hands around his neck, feeling the hot water mix with the grit on the surface of his skin as you kissed him. You loved the sound your lips made when you were kissing. It made your heart sing, just like everything with Jayson did.

“Turn around,” you chuckled as you pulled away from him, “I’ll wash your back.”

He made an offhanded comment about cleanliness but you just rolled your eyes. While he washed his face and chest, you ran a cloth with lathered body wash over his tattooed back. You were gentle but made sure to get rid of the sweat that covered him, rinsing the wash before running your fingers up and down his back. He hummed as you did it, his head tilting back in ecstasy.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so tall,” he paused as you pressed a kiss to his back, “I love it when you play all in my hair.” He was facing you again, his hands gripping at your waist.

“Baths baby,” you reminded him, running the trapped water over his shoulders, “we don’t always have to stand.”

Jayson opened his mouth like he was going to say something else, but instead, he lifted you and turned so you were under the stream of water. You gasped as the warm water hit you directly in the back and again when he pressed you to the side of the tiled wall.

“Thought you liked standing?” he suggested, his head lowered so his mouth was mere centimetres from your own. His voice had changed again, deeper, raspier, sexier.

Your fingernails danced on the sides of his torso, suddenly unsure where they should go. You could embrace him, pull his naked body on top of your own. Or, you could bring them up to his chest and neck and silently ask his mouth to cover yours. Every passing moment sent a direct pulse to your sex, burning and pooling, eager for his touch.

“Not such a talker now, are you?” he smirked at his taunt and moved even closer to you if that was possible. The hand that was on your waist reached for you right breast. His palm, slightly wet from the shower, pressed into your hardened nipple and he caressed it with the intention of seeing it move. The small gesture forced you to inhale sharply, your mouth jutting open a little more.

“Jayson,” you breathed out with your eyes searching for his, “I prefer it when you’re standing and I’m bent over.” He covered your mouth with his own before he could smile, trying his best to hide it from you.

He trapped you against the wall as you kissed, one hand still holding your breast while the other arm wrapped around your waist. You barely processed the fact that your feet were no longer on the ground when you wrapped your arms around him as your lips smacked. He hummed as he pulled you away from the wall, your legs coming around his waist.

“What’s your plan here, Tatum?” you asked between kisses, your giggles filling the steamy room. “I don’t trust these floors.” Your teeth grazed and you raked your hand through his curls, tugging ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry,” he answered as he placed you back on the floor, your bodies still flushed together, “I got this all worked out.”

Jayson gripped at your hips and turned you to face the wall. Your hands reached out instinctively to give you more supported. As much as you trusted his word, there were too many shower-sex horror stories playing in your mind. You welcomed his strong arm around your waist, but instead of simply holding you, he slid his hand over the curve of your stomach and slipped it between your thighs. You gasped, leaning back against him as he felt the mess he’d caused.

He hummed in approval, “this all from kissing?” he teased his index and middle finger through your slit, playing in your slick before he collected it on his fingers.

“Sometimes all it takes is kissing,” you answered after swallowing hard.

“Sometimes, huh?”

He lifted his fingers and put them in his mouth. Quietly he clicked his tongue, “tell me,” he began as he tapped his fingers at your pout. You opened your mouth and could partially hear him smirking, “have you ever tasted something so sweet?”

You let out a soft moan against his fingers as you sucked. He purposely made it so you’d have to do more than just lick his fingers to taste yourself, he’d taken most for himself. You kept sucking as he started to retract his fingers, anticipating his next move perfectly. He pushed his fingers back in your mouth, again and again, marveling at the way you took them with no hesitation, no resistance.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled his fingers out completely, “you really are somethin’.”

Jayson unwrapped his arm from your waist and pushed on the curve of your back. Your ass poked out towards him more and your front leant forward. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his large hands on your ass.

“The prettiest fucking pussy,” his hand came down hard on your ass as he spoke, causing you to squeal. “That’s all mine, ain’t it, beautiful?”

“All yours,” you breathed out as his thumbs pressed into your thighs. “You don’t even have to ask.”

His smile became evident as his lips skimmed over your hips. He lingered for a second before leaving a light kiss over the trails that scattered your body. He’d lowered himself to a crouch, you assumed as his teeth sunk playfully into the top of your ass.

“I think my name would look nice here,” he slipped his arm around you as he spoke, his lips dragging kisses everywhere he saw fit. “Some cursive or somethin’,” his fingers grazed over your vulva, your eyes closing in preparation, “then everyone will know.”

Jayson let her index and middle finger hover just below your clit. He could feel the heat radiating and was fighting every urge he had to fall in.

“You go first,” you answered as his other hand slipped between your thighs, gently rubbing your inner thighs, “I’m not committing to anything unless you’ve done it first.”

He chuckled and dropped his fingers to circle your clit and entrance. He was building the tension in your stomach with expertise. He was giving you just enough to offer some relief. The kisses and marks he left on your ass a welcomed sensation, but what he was doing between your thighs was bordering on irritating. You wanted more from him, needed it. You wanted to focus on what he was doing, concentrate on each stroke and circle he drew to give yourself more.

He kissed your ass again before he leant his head back and looked up at you. The expression he was met with made him grin. Your bottom lip was already swollen from biting and your eyes were squeezed closed as if you were concentrating. Which you were, mostly on your breathing and the feeling of him between your thighs.

“I’m committed baby,” he said with a shrug, his eyes scanning over your face. He loved seeing you with your eyes squeezed shut and your bottom lip swollen from biting. It did something to his voice, putting it somewhere between casual and serious. “I’d get your silhouette tatted tomorrow if I could.”

You made eye contact with him as he finished his sentence and smiled at the look on his face. He was still being somewhat serious but the casual tone made it sound the opposite. His face was contradicting, several signals being sent your way. But instead of analysing, you just smiled.

“Bet.”

Once the word had fallen from your mouth, his fingers came in contact with your clit and his second hand joined the motions. A surprised moan caught you off guard and you quickly looked down, as if you were unsure of how he was teasing your entrance while playing with your clit.

“That’s-” you started before releasing another moan, “exactly what I need.”

Jayson had no intention of giving you any less than that. He was maybe even more committed to that than he was to his life with you, especially with all you’d done for him.

This vacation had had everything to do with him. He needed a break from work, a week away from the real world, and some time to himself. He’d felt little to no guilt about the world he’d stepped away from. He felt he was still keeping his skills in check from the time he spent on the half court and working out most morning. But he was beginning to realise just how little he’d done for you during this trip.

You’d gone out of your way for him, running him baths, making him do self care in both yours and his ways, and had even given him a couple massages that left him sleepy and horny. You’d spent all this time catering to him and making it so he had no choice to relax - he hadn’t given back half as much as he believed he should have been. Sex is a two way street and he never failed to make you climax, but that didn’t mean the sex was equal. He wanted to flip it, at least for the night, and give you a little more than he had been.

Jayson’s thoughts were cut off as he felt you squirm under his touch. He brought his eyes back to your pussy and pushed your back again, forcing you to arch and expose yourself more. He smiled, already able to see how sticky and creamy he was making you. He kept his index and middle fingers teasing your clit but freed his second hand so he could spread you out.

He needed to taste you, aching for it with every inch of his being. The feeling came in cycles, each time around more intense. He had to have you, just like all those times before. The second his taste buds pushed through your swollen lips, he knew this was where he belonged.

Attentively, he worked his tongue against your sex, taking as much as he could and sucking in every last drop. Your moans and words of praise egged him on, pushing himself deeper with every stroke. When you tried to pull yourself forward, away from him for just a moment, he gripped your hips and pulled you back onto his face.

“Fuck, Jay,” you panted out as you clasped your hand over his much larger one.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach had built up much quicker than you had wanted it to. The resistance of the push and pull was growing weak with every passing second. Your knees felt weak and you could barely keep your eyes open. All that your body could pay attention to was the heat between your thighs and the way Jayson had clearly mastered your body.

You clenched every part of you with hopes of prolonging the experiences. You loved the sensation of the rough pads on his fingers digging into your hips and were hypnotised by the hunger he had for you.

“Oh fuck,” your voice much louder than you anticipated, “I’m gonn-”

Cut off by your own high pitched moan, you released on his face. He fought cheek and tongue to gather every drop, not caring about the way your thighs were fighting to press together or the way your hands were trying to push him off. He was so much stronger that all it did was make you weaker. He didn’t care about the snap in your stomach or your heightened senses. He wasn’t done until he’d cleaned up.

“Oh my God,” you laughed as he finally pulled back, “do you want me to fall?”

“You’re fine,” he laughed as he stood to his full height, “I would’ve caught you regardless.”

You turned to face him and braced your hands on his chest. Your hesitation to speak was taken as an opportunity by Jayson to kiss you, his mouth covering yours. You tasted sweet on his tongue, an ache planting your feet to the tiles. You held tightly to his sides, bringing him closer to keep you up.

“Stop thinking about falling,” he mumbled through your kiss. He snaked his arm around your waist again and you smiled, “just trust that I got you.”

You kissed him again, pulling his head down so it was easier. He reacted to your pull, moving so you were completely covered by his body, skin-to-skin as your lips smacked together. You trailed your hand down his chest and over the plane of his stomach. Your mouth opened a little more to allow his tongue to slip in and brush against yours. His hand cupped your jaw and angled your mouth up to his.

Your hand quickly found the base of his harden cock, ever so slightly stroking it before picking it up. Jayson audibly responded in a deep groan. He didn’t move to stop you nor encourage you, he just kept his mouth on yours.

You teased your way over his length, feeling the heat of his throbbing tip grow. An throaty moan escaped him as you circled your thumb over the tip. He pulled away from you, his forehead resting against yours as you both panted. You hadn’t realised just how heavy the two of you had gotten until you were gasping for air.

“Cmon baby,” he drew your attention up to his gaze, “don’t just tease me.” His stare was intense, his eyes and voiced darkened as you continued to tease his dick, softly stroking and making sure to feel every inch of it.

“Pass me the lube,” you said against his lips, your eyes meeting. He nodded his head and turned away from you for a moment to grab the tube on the shower shelf. You spat on your hand and wrapped it around his dick again, your spit making it more pleasurable.

He’d opened the tube when he’d passed it to you and you were quick to squeeze some onto your hand. Back on his cock, he let out another moan, his muscles tensing as he took a sharp inhale.

“Turn around,” he urged, “I need to feel you.”

You did as you were told, sticking your ass out as your front met the tiled wall again. Jayson licked his fingers and rubbed it on your entrance before wrapped his hand around his girth. He tapped on your ass before sliding into your sex, both of you moaning in response.

He wrapped himself around you, his arms pulling you into his chest and his hand cupping your face. He was fully inside you, his tip kissing your sweet spot and pulsating inside you. He didn’t move for what seemed like forever, his lips nipping at your neck while you both settled into the feeling around you. Jayson liked being inside you, he liked the warmth and the silky feeling of your walls. It was comforting, just as much as it was arousing and torturous.

“Jay baby,” you croaked out, your head lulling back to rest on him, “move, please. Fuck me, please. I need you to fuck my shit up.”

He groaned in your ear and slowly moved his hips back. When he pushed back into you, you let out a mix of a squeal and a moan. The second time he drew back, he did it with a little more rhythm and didn’t fuck back into you the whole way. Instead, he moved how he was holding you, with one of his hands dropping to between your thighs. The other loosely wrapped around your throat and keep you close to him. After that, he had no sense of control over himself. All he could think about was chasing the release he so desperately wanted.

Soon enough, the sounds of r&b were accompanied by yours and Jayson’s moans and groans and incoherent words and expletives. He was deep within you, toying with your clit and dragging over your g-spot each time he pulled in and out of you. You grabbed at his arms that were wrapped securely around you just so you could touch him, suddenly needing to feel even more of him as he fucked you.

“Lemme see you,” you croaked out in between moans. You were in no state to consider actions and it seemed Jayson just went off of instinct. He scooped you up, his dick still buried in your pussy, and turned you around in his arms. He slipped out for a few moments when you wrapped your legs around him but you reached between you and reconnected you.

Holding you in a different position, Jayson started to let you fuck into him. His strong arms moved your body against his pelvis while you messily kissed one another.

“Just like that, fuck,” you exclaimed as he caught one tit in his mouth. Your arms wrapped around his head and you started to let yourself go. Your hands clawed at his back and your eyes squeezed shut as your pussy contracted around him.

“Look at me,” his voice ordered over the music, “look at me while you cum all over my fucking dick.”

You forced yourself to do as he said. In the name of perfect timing, the second you made eye contact with him was the moment your release overtook you. “Oh my God,” you gasped, your hand cupping his face, “I can feel you in my stomach.”

Unable to stop himself, Jayson pushed you down on top of his cock as he exploded inside you. You watched as he tried his best to keep his eyes on you, his face scrunched up in pleasure and relief. When his shoulders relaxed, you pulled yourself up a little and joined your lips to his.

“Just for the record,” you began in between kisses, “this does not count as resting or relaxing.”

Jayson laughter filled the air and he raised his hand to get caught in your hair. He kissed you deeply, lowering you to be on your feet again as he did so.

“It’s a little like relaxing,” he said, cupping your face in his hands. His thumb caressed your swollen bottom lip and he grinned, “I’m relaxed.”

Just as you were about to respond, the once hot stream of water turned ice cold. You both yelped, rushing to get away from the freezing stream. The floors being tiled and your legs both being rather weak made it so you both almost slipped, grabbing at the sheet of glass to steady yourselves and you erupted into laughter.

“How the fuck did we run out of hot water?” Jayson exclaimed as he blindly reached into the shower to turn the mixer off. The fog was growing thicker with the presence of cold air. It was making everything feel a lot more difficult and dramatic than it needed to be.

“We were a while,” you answered him, hands out feeling around for the towel rail, “why the fuck did you lower the lights, Tatum?”

Wrapped in robes and laughing about nothing in particular, you both feel into bed. Jayson pulled you on top of him in a matter of moments and you rested your head on his chest, pulling the robe open. You watched as his chest rose and fell and listened to his heart beat. You scattered kisses over top of it before resting your chin on your hands and looking up at him.

“So, about those tattoos…”

#minors dni #jayson tatum #jayson tatum fic #jayson tatum smut #jayson tatum imagine #nba fics #v writes #jt

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darling-dovey · 20 hours

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Summer Daisies 2

CHILD!Alastor x CHILD!reader

TW: racial tensions, lynching, abuse (mentioned)

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/darling-dovey/749121585465704448/summer-daisies-childalastorxchildreader-tw

That night was the end of my childhood. Youthful innocence lost as I crept out of the bushes. The slam of the men’s footsteps getting further and further away, the light of their flashlight unneeded as the bonfire they left burned merrily.

That night I saw the horrible truth of my beautiful home. The ugly truth hidden in the woods just beyond our fence. My wide blue eyes watching horrified as the hanging bodies spun from the rope tied around there neck. Their eyes open and unseeing, glazed as the mosquitos moved around them.

“Help me up.”

My head snapped over to the boy, I’d nearly forgotten he was there. He explained that he often came after the group, cutting down the bodies to let them rest peacefully.

When I’d asked why, he became quiet except for one whispered word. Something about spirits?

In any case, even if my mind didn’t understand, my soul did. Seeing them up there, adults who were invincible to a child like me, snuffed out. Powerless. Victims. It wasn’t right. Watching as he got the bodies down, taking the time to close each of their eyelids, letting them look peaceful… asleep if you didn’t look to close…It was a return of their dignity. It felt right.

He was the one light tower in that night. The world full of a new darkness, a scary evil I hadn’t prepared for. One he seemed to know all too well.

“Alastor.” He had said, holding his hand out to me after he’d finished. The bonfire barely burning, the embers a faint orange but the main light only that of the moon.

“Addy.” You offered, taking his hand. Your face still pale, your gaze wandering back over to the bodies.

He didn’t speak after. Simply holding your hand, looking down at the bodies with you for awhile. You had no clue how long you both sat there. Looking over them when he finally began to pull you away. He led you back to your house, having figured it out when you told him your full name.

You’d think that meeting under such gruesome conditions would make you correlate them to him? But no, your childhood self had made no such assumptions. Instead, you’d felt connected to the boy. A bond created over the shared misery and grief the revelation had brought you and you had begun to seek him out.

Those last few months before school were a pent in the woods bothering, talking to, winning over, and learning from Alastor. He was just so different from you.

You’d found out he lived in one of the other houses along the creek from you. He had gone hunting, he helped his mother with chores, and he hadn’t made any friends in the neighborhood or at school…

The last one had surprised you until he admitted he had never gone. Apparently since he was considered colored, having mixed parents, he would only be allowed to attend the black school, where he’d always felt like an outlier and his father had deemed the education inferior.

Instead, he was homeschooled.

“Wait, what? But that means I won’t know anybody at school!” You whined in dismay, tears pricking your eyes.

He seemed to pause at your words before cocking his head curiously. “You found out I’m colored and you’re only upset you won’t know anybody at school?” He asks confused.

“I had thought I would already have a friend there.” You pout childishly, not actually commenting on his words.

His hands go to your cheeks though as he knelt before you. His eyes serious as they stared into yours. “You would be friends with me?” He whispered.

“We already are friends.” You muttered, pulling your face out of his hands, looking ay him through your lashes annoyed. Why was he being so weird about this?

“But…you’re not like me. You’re not colored.” He said slowly.

It finally hit you. He didn’t believe you! He didn’t believe you actually considered him a friend, even after you’d helped him! After you saw those bodies, after spending countless afternoons together hidden in the woods.

“I don’t care about that!” You say angrily, how dare he? “We’re friends. We’ve been friends since that night and I don’t care about colors. I hate them! I hate how everyone seems to be dumb about them, and I wished they all were blind!” You rant as you push yourself to your feet. “I guess you don’t want to be friends then? Since I’m not like you?” You ask with a snarl, defensive as your chest ached. Hardly your first childhood betrayal but one that came so unexpected.

You had turned to stomp away when his hand caught yours.

“No. We are friends.” He said, turning you to face him. His face scrunched up in uncertainty. “Im….sorry.” He finally forced out.

You anger now vanished, his nervous eyes and apologies pushing you to close him in a hug. Ignoring the stiffening that came from it, his arms not circling you as expected, but you didn’t care. You just needed to reassure him…and apologize yourself. “It’s okay. Im sorry too.” You whispered into his shirt before pulling away. You held out a hand for him to shake, “friends then?” You asked, a shy smile on your lips.

He looked at your hand for a minute before a small smile came to his and he shook it firmly. “Friends.” He agreed.

#human alastor #radio demon #alastor #alastor x reader

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kenziejones16789 · 1 year

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Drunk text

Okay so this story is based on a song I’m currently obsessed with called “drunk text” by Henry Moodie (hence the title :))anyway in theory it would work as a modern au but I don’t want to write to much modern and I have a story idea I would really love to do as modern so eventually that will come out. This ended up being chaotic but I like the idea so I’m just posting anyway. (Also I’m not including all the lyrics and I really request the song it’s great)

5th of November

When I walked you home

That’s when I nearly said it

But then said “forget it” and froze

Do you remember?

You probably don’t

‘Cause the sparks in the sky

Took a hold of your eyes when we spoke

“Y/N/N”

I hummed in response to my name, I was to comfortable to move I was pressed up to a warm body, whoever it was smelled wonderful like cedar and night-chilled mist I curled closer, distantly I was aware of the hard wood bench below me and the buzz of conversation around, but it had been a long day and I felt safe where I was. “Y/N/N, darling want me to take you home?” A broad hand swept gently under my chin and lifted my face I reluctantly opened my eyes azriels’ hazel eyes glowed in the light like copper against honey or sunlight through amber I lifted my hands to his face “you have the prettiest eyes azzy” there was a shift behind his eyes but I didn’t have the energy to pick up what it was, I don’t know how I ended up agreeing to go to Rita’s in the first place I had barely slept for days training with Magda was incredible but we had a difficult case and I had spent many sleepless nights trying to figure out how to help.

“I’m going to take you home” he wasn’t asking this time but I was quite happy to go home and pass out in my bed, i swayed on my feet when I stood up but Azriels hand was on the small of my back steading me his shadows wrapped around me as if they could help hold me up, I leaned into him as we said a quick goodbye to our friends and left the busy bar. We didn’t talk much but the silence was comforting, velaris was so still it was a stark comparison to the bustle of Rita’s it was calm and combined with the cool night air it helped clear the fog on my mind.

I lived in a little town house at the very outskirts of velaris, and I adored my home it had a white picket fence that held in the wild greenery because I liked to plant things but I wasn’t the best at controlling them and there was a tiny covered porch that azriel built me because he knew I loved to read outside and it had a big bay window out the front, i had a beautiful kitchen and I didn’t have room for a library so there was books on basically every surface, but my favourite part of my home was how close it was to the forest and the cliffs, so whenever I felt overwhelmed I could go to my favourite spots and everything would fall into place. Azriel slowed down the closer we got to my house, “Az?” He looked at me and stopped dead in his tracks when we where no more than four steps to my gate i turned to face him he ran his fingers through his hair hard, too hard “Az what’s wrong?” He was breathing hard i stepped towards him but then his breathing slowed “forget it, I’m fine don’t worry” he smiled softly and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, I cocked my head waiting for him to tell me the truth, he was my closet friend and we didn’t lie to each other, “I’m fine” he said again then he placed a kiss on top of my head and winnowed away leaving me alone.

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Yesterday, drank way to much

And stayed up too late

Started to write what I wanna say

Deleted the message

But I still remember it said,

I wish I was who you drunk texted at midnight

wish I was the reason you stayed up till 3

And you can’t fall asleep waiting for me to reply

“Azriel!” Cassian roared across the bar waving me over with the biggest grin on his face, i rolled my eyes and left my spot at our table to join him at his spot at the bar “Nesta seems to think that you would be able to drink more than me for some reason so we need test that theory” that was the last think i wanted to do what I really wanted to do was find Y/N and talk because I was going to tell her how i felt last night then i chickened out and just left and I wanted her to know why but before I could refuse cassian, nesta and feyre stumbled over from the dance floor laughing at each other she was supposed to be with them “where’s Y/N” they both pulled themselves onto a bar stool before answering “wellll our little Y/N has found herself someone to go home with tonight” Nesta said then her and feyre burst into laughter again, a riot of emotions overwhelmed me but I settled on resignation I missed my chance, “pass me that drink cass let’s prove Nesta’s theory”.

I tried to fly home but after crashing in a fountain I decided that walking might be better, i drank cass under the table then i kept going, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get her out of my head. I fumbled with my keys for a few minutes i dropped them twice before getting my door opened then i walked through my dark living room pulling off soaked pieces of clothing and leaving them strewn across the floor wherever the fell, i dropped into a scalding hot bath and let my head fall back against the porcelain my shadows purred to me and tried to tell me things I didn’t want to know, i shut them out the best I could I wanted to be alone.

An hour or so later I lay on my stomach in bed trying to sleep but I wasn’t tired so begrudgingly I rolled out of bed, what was the point of drinking that much if it wouldn’t even numb me enough to sleep, I shuffled to my little desk and lit a candle I picked up some reports and tried to get work down, my gaze shifted over the top of the paper to the blank wall over my desk, all of my walls where blank I never spent any time here this wasn’t home, the house of wind used to be nice, not necessarily mine but it was comfortable, actually if I thought about it the closest thing I had to home was the little townhouse that belonged to Y/N it was probably one of the only places since Rhys’ moms house in wind haven where I was completely relaxed and myself, I missed her, I wanted to go home, I wanted to go to my real home. I put down the report I wasn’t reading it anyway, and i pulled forward a blank piece of paper and i started writing to her.

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April the 7th

And nothing has changed

It’s hard to get by

When you’re still on my mind everyday

Sometimes I question

If you feel the same

Do we make stupid jokes?

Trying to hide that we’re both too afraid to say.

I was sitting at the edge of a cliff my feet dangling over the edge I relaxed back on my hand and watched how the sunset painted the sky all different shades of pinks and oranges, it had been a hard day at the clinic we where to late to save our patient and I couldn’t help but think of what I could’ve done better maybe they would’ve lived, soft footsteps came from behind me I probably wouldn’t have noticed them at all if I didn’t know azriel so well, he knew where to find me after a bad day he sat down beside me giving me a the space I needed we sat in silence for a while “you know I heard a great joke today, want to hear it?” I didn’t reply I saw him smirk out of the side of my eye “did the ocean say to the beach?” He paused for a while then with a big toothy smile on his face he said “nothing it just waved” then he started laughing at his own joke enough that it got me to smile and then slowly I started chuckling until it turned into full on laughs I slapped his chest lightly “that was awful” but I laughed while I said it he wrapped an arm around my waist and he pulled us both to the ground so we where lying in the soft grass “I thought it was an excellent joke” he said with a adorable pout on his face I laughed at the look it was rare to see him so expressive but slowly I began to remember why I came to the cliff and the laughter faded away and his smile went away “what happened?” I could feel tears building “I lost a patient, and I just keep thinking that maybe if I had done something differently then they would have lived” he caressed my face “I’m sorry, but it’s not your fault, people die it’s part of life and it sucks but it happened Y/N/N” tears started falling “I know I just I—“ he pulled me close to him and somehow it made every thing feel a bit better “its not your fault, you can let it hurt, but don’t let it make you doubt yourself, you are incredible and you save so many lives” I sniffling into his chest and nodded half heartedly and rolled onto my back but moved as close into his side as I could his arm wrapped around me and together we lay and watched the sky turn dark and the stars blink into existence.

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Oh, and here we go again

Destroy myself to keep a friend

Hiding away ‘cause I was afraid you’d say no

It was family dinner night and all of us where sitting around the giant dinning table designed for our growing family Nyx was happily mashing his already mashed potatoes into the table and Y/N who was beside him gently pulled his hands away from the mess and carefully cleaned each finger while making faces that had our nephew howling with laughter all of us where talking over each other and stuffing our faces, Rhys called over the table “oh Y/N I ran into Magda she told me about your internship congratulations” a chorus of congratulations filled and she smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes she seems uncomfortable with the attention “thanks Rhys, I’m not sure if I’m going to take it though” she had been thrilled about that internship when she applied getting in was a huge accomplishment “Y/N/N you have to go, you where so exited about it” she fidgeted with her napkin the table was quite “I don’t know, what if I come back and everything is different?” I forgot anyone was around us “it’s only six months” I said hating that I had to say always yes it was ‘only’ six months but that would feel like a lifetime without her, she looked at me she didn’t take her eyes away from mine “but what if it is az” she looked terrified “maybe some things will change but the way we feel about you, is never going to change when you get back we will be here awaiting your return” someone cleared their throat in the background and from the way nesta hit cassian it was probably him I could feel rhysands violet eyes boring into me Y/N nodded “okay I’ll go” the conversation began to pick up again I tried to convince myself I did the right thing by telling her to go.

Rhys, cassian, and i ended up in his study at some point after dinner with cups of whiskey, cassian was telling a story to try and fill the odd silence that had ensued when Rhys cut him off “you love her don’t you?” I smiled sadly “of course I love her” Rhys nodded his head slowly “then why did you push her to go” cassian looked between us quickly not expecting the conversation change “Because i would do anything to make her happy and the internship will make her happy, but i think you know that” he just nodded again and poured me some more whiskey, “don’t give up on her brother”.

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I wonder if I cross your mind

Half as much as you do mine

If I tell you the truth

What will I lose?

I don’t know

I had been back from dawn court for a few weeks and as much as I loved the experience i was happy to be home i missed my family but i especially missed azriel my very best friend, I knocked on his door, we where supposed to meet I was a bit early but he told me to let myself in if I showed up early so I pulled out my key and opened the door, his place was kind of a mess which is very uncharacteristic of him, i decided to kill time cleaning up his place I picked up the clothes on his floor and did his dishes which where piled up in his sink, he didn’t have a single clean cup or plate and then I moved to his desk and started tidying papers most of them where reports that should be filed away but there was a stack of messily written note some where written like letters some where just written on tore off scraps of paper or the margins of newspapers, i didn’t want to pry but just as I was going to abandon the desk I saw my name sprawled across one of the papers I pulled the piece of paper out of the pile delicately like it would crumble out of my hands and I started reading;

My dearest Y/N,

Today is a Thursday, and I love you,

I’ll love you today and tomorrow, and the next day, and even next week,

In four months I will love you just like I loved you yesterday.

40 years from now I will run my hands through my hair and smile at the thought of how much I love you.

I just hope that you’ll be with me through all that time I love you.

My knees gave out and I sunk into the desk chair my shaking hand came to my trembling lips I started routing through the letters looking for my name again, where they all meant for me or was it a fluke? There was another;

Y/N

I’ve fallen for your laugh, which is utterly contagious I’ve fallen for your smile, which makes me giddy for no reason at all. I’ve fallen for our late night talks when 1am arrives far too quickly. I’ve fallen for our jokes which I’ll remember days later and burst into laughter. I’ve fallen for how you make my day better, even if I wanted to cry a minute before. I’ve fallen for every second I get to spend with you, even if those seconds will always leave you wanting more.

Y/N

I knew I did from the first moment we met it was… not love at first sight exactly- but familiarity like oh hello it’s you it’s always going to be you, and I waited for you my entire life and you where worth every minute, so please for the sake of my shattered and exhausted heart don’t leave me I will take anything you offer but I need you in my life you make me better.

My love

It’s you it’s fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one I will ever want I belong with you, you are my home, I look at you and somehow I can see 100 years from now on the porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we are together. I need you, you are the only thing that matters. You are my good. And I will love you recklessly without words or empty phrases, I will love you with blazing truths and hopeless defiance and unapologetic beauty. I will love you forever and even when forever runs out.

There where more dozens more and I those alone had me sobbing he loved me, azriel, loved, me? “Y/N?”

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I wish I had sent you that drunk text at midnight

I was just scared it would ruin our friendship

But I really meant it

I wonder how you would reply

she spun to face me so face when I said her name it took me a second to register the tear tracks and red rimmed eyes “Az what is this?” My stomach dropped she was standing beside my desk holding one of my letters “you weren't supposed to see those” we remained standing on our separate sides of the room “they’re addressed to me” I had no response all I could do was stand in my living room and let everything fall apart “is it true?” She asked so quietly I nearly missed it my head slumped so did my wings behind me I wouldn’t lie to her and I wasn’t ready to face the rejection I nodded, then I heard her move and I could feel my heart start to break as I waited for her to leave because I wasn’t good enough I didn’t deserve her and now because of my stupid letters I was going to lose her friendship too, but instead of the creak of the door her warm body collided with mine her arms wrapped around my waist and held me tight, my entire body relaxed into her I buried my face in her hair that smelled like rain and pine and fresh baked cookies, discreetly wiping away the tears that had been threatening to fall, we dropped to the ground still tangled in each other she pulled away slightly and pressed her forehead to mine “you love me?” I laughed and shook me head at her “yes, I love you Y/N, i love you so so fucking much” she smiled and it warmed me from the inside out “good because I love you too” and with that she kissed me and I felt a snap, we pulled away for a second staring at each other in shock and then she laughed and it was the most joyous sound I had ever heard it was light and bubbly and it had me tackling her onto the carpet so I could kiss her again. She was it my mate, my mate and the love of my life and I was going to spend the rest of my life with her.

“Az?” I hummed my arms where wrapped around her waist and I was half splayed on top of her naked body my wings spread out over the bed, I had been practicing purring a moment before when she had been combing her fingers through my hair, “can I have the letters?” My head shot up from its very comfortable spot on her chest “what no! They are so embarrassing” she pouted “please” I huffed then kissed her deeply, “fine, but you can’t read them when I’m in the room” she laughed then pulled me down to her “thank you” she batted her lashes over those pretty Y/e/c eyes and I started peppering her face in kisses while she laughed and tried to get away I stopped and looked into her eyes “I love you” she smiled softly and brushed my cheek with her hand “I love you too”.

(Note/disclaimer: some of azriels letters are based on quotes or things I’ve seen before)

#azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #reader x azriel #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #slow burn #friends to lovers #angst with a happy ending #acotar

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chasingmidnights · 1 year

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Cage the Devil Series

Title: Trouble Ahead

Summary: You were never one to follow the rules, your grandmother called you a free spirit. So, when you move back to Knockemstiff, you shouldn’t be too surprised where you ended up.

Warnings: First, this is for 18+ so minors DNI, this is for mature audiences only!!! Definitely rated M for Mature. Now, let’s get down to the other stuff shall we? Sheriff Lee Bodecker (he’s a warning alright!); alcohol consumption; some mild cursing; there is smut in this so minors keep scrolling this isn’t for you (go on, get!); foreplay, male receiving; public sexual activities; mentions of smoking cigars/cigarettes. I believe I have everything listed that should be looked out for during this part. If I missed anything, I do apologize but you are responsible for what you consume on the internet. So please, if any of the above mentioned warnings make you feel uncomfortable do not read this.

A/N: Okay, I had so much fun writing this! I might have gotten a bit carried away but I love the finished end product. This is not beta read so any and all mistakes are my own. I do not claim to be a professional writer, I do this for fun. Also, I’m still getting used to writing smutty scenes so it may not be perfect. I hope you all enjoy it!

Also, the gold glitter divider is by none other than @firefly-graphics

Wordcount: 5,259

You flipped through the radio stations as you drove down the long, winding highway. Your turquoise chevy bel air easily glided down the semi-smooth tarmac. The top was down on your car and the wind was blowing through your hair on this sweltering hot day, which helped cool you down, even if just a little bit. You groaned as you saw the mile sign, you still had another ten miles before you reached Knockemstiff. You had been dreading this trip for multiple reasons. The main one, you loathed the small, hick town. Growing up, you would constantly dream about getting out and when you did, you didn’t look back. But when you got word that your grandmother had passed away, you decided to move back to help your mother. You finally settled on a station when a woman’s voice caught your attention. The song had already started but you decided to listen to it anyway, liking the sound of it.

“...I know what that evil do…. Come down from a mountain to where the river runs…. Poison the water and tell no one…. Ohhh, what I know, what that evil done....”

An unexpected cold chill overcame you as you saw another city mileage sign for Knockemstiff, five more miles. A pit started to grow in your stomach, something in you was screaming at you to turn around but you ignored the feeling and kept driving.

“....Redemption ain’t coming around no more…. Someone’s banging, banging down the door…. What a fearful sound, I’ve never heard before…. Mmm, sweet redemption, ain’t coming around no more….”

The five miles went by in an instant and you sighed when you saw the ‘Welcome to Knockemstiff’ sign. Knockemstiff wasn’t known for its well-built homes or white picket fences, you’re honestly surprised that the town is still standing. If it wasn’t for the fact that your mother was alone now, you wouldn’t have bothered coming back. Natural instinct kicked in as you made each turn that led to your childhood home. As you continued to drive, you started to hum to the song as it still played on the radio.

“....Mmm, there’s trouble, trouble ahead…. It’s all going down and coming back up again…. Cry, cry…. Momma is crying…. Mmm, she said trouble…. Trouble ahead (ahh, ha)....”

When you pulled into the driveway of the house you once considered home, you couldn’t help but sigh. You mustered up all of your will power and opened your driver’s side door but before you climbed out of your bel air, you reached for the keys and jiggled them out of the ignition. You walked to the back of your car and popped open the trunk to grab your belongings. After closing the trunk door, you glanced around your surroundings, a feeling of being watched suddenly coming over you. You shrug the feeling off as you don’t spot anything unusual and you make your way to the house. A huff of air escaped you before you let yourself in and started to call out for your mother.

“Is that my little Spirit?!” Your mother, Margaret, called back as she emerged from the living room with a bright smile on her face.

She closed the floral patterned folding fan with a quick movement of her wrist before she came and greeted you. You always thought that your mother looked so elegant and graceful, everything she did seemed to come to her with ease. You took in the sight of her, she seemed to be doing well for herself. She was wearing cream colored, high waisted pants that complimented her form well and she had her lavender colored blouse with a gingham check pattern tucked into her pants. A strand of pearls were wrapped around her neck and her curls bounced effortlessly as she walked towards you. When she reached you, she engulfed you in a hug and she doesn’t let go until you mentioned that you needed air.

She placed her hands on your shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze, a small smile curled up onto her lips. “Well, you look just as beautiful as ever darling! California definitely agrees with you.” Your mother then turned quickly and began to walk towards the stairs. She spun around as she spoke up again. “Well, your room is all set up. So, why don’t you go unwind and unpack, then we can go get some dinner! How does that sound?”

You and your mother walked into the only diner in town and it wasn’t nearly as busy as you thought it would be. When you opened the door for your mother, you noticed the ‘hiring’ sign in the window. You would have to check on that before you leave. A waitress led the both of you to a booth and you took the seat opposite of your mother. The waitress took your drink orders before she handed you some menus, she then turned quickly to walk away. As you were glancing over the menu, the bell above the door sounded, causing you to look up to see who’s entered. Your eyes grew wide when you recognized the person, you leaned towards your mother and lowered your voice as you spoke up.

“Mom, is that who I think it is that just entered?”

You watched as she glanced over her shoulder to see who you were talking about and a smirk formed on the corner of her lips. “Yup, that’s Lee Bodecker, he’s the Sheriff now. And I believe that’s Rogers and Barnes that is with him, deputies of his. I could introduce you if you’d like?”

The knowing look on her face did not go unnoticed by you, you could feel your cheeks begin to heat up. Growing up, you always had a crush on the older gentleman and your mom would constantly tease you about it. He, of course, had no clue who you were but you knew who he was. You took a drink of your orange soda and tore your gaze away from the Sheriff. You decided that a safe place to look would be outside, so you look out the large diner window. As you continued to drink your soda, you peeked over the cup to find that the Sheriff and his deputies were sitting down now and at the other end of the restaurant. Just as you were about to say something, the waitress came back over and asked for your orders.

Throughout dinner, you and your mother played catch up as the two of you ate. You told her all about California and how you wished you could take her one day. When your mother told you that nothing had really changed over the years, you weren’t really surprised. Knockemstiff wasn’t a town that changed much, if at all. She said the most exciting thing that happened was when Lee Bodecker became Sheriff. You cursed yourself when a small smile curled up on the corner of your lips at the mention of his name, you felt like you were a teenager again. To say you were thankful when the two of you were leaving before Bodecker and his men, would be an understatement. You didn’t know how much longer you could’ve been in the same vicinity as that man without feeling flustered. But when you realized you had left the diner without inquiring about the job, you let out a frustrated sigh. Your mother was reapplying some lipstick when she paused and turned her attention towards you.

“What is it Spirit?”

“Oh, I was gonna ask about the job opening. Do you mind if I go back in and ask the manager about it?” You gave your mom your best pout.

She let out a chuckle as she answered. “Go right ahead darling, I can wait here.”

“Thank you!” You say almost too excitedly before you climb back out of the bel air.

When you re-enter the diner, you go straight to the counter and ask to speak to the manager. As you waited, it felt like someone was burning their eyes into you but you refused to look, you were here for a reason. The manager came out after a few minutes, a tall, burly man with long sandy blonde-brown hair and a full beard. You had a quick conversation with him about the job opening and you were relieved when he hired you on the spot. You both agreed that you would start the next day at eight o’clock in the morning. Before you left, you shook the man’s hand and bid him a good evening. When you turned to leave, you held your head a little higher, feeling proud that you got the job. As you left, you could still feel someone watching you, your curiosity getting the better of you, you glanced over your shoulder and to your surprise, it was the Sheriff’s gaze that you had been feeling. His piercing blue eyes were boring into your very soul, you left quickly before he had a chance to see you become flustered just by him looking at you.

The next morning you were running around trying to get ready for your new job. All of your belongings were strewn all over your room. It was only seven in the morning and the heat was already starting to get to you. You let out a sigh of relief when you finally found the pair of shoes you were looking for and you quickly slipped them on and darted out of your room. When you got downstairs, you called out a goodbye to your mom before you grabbed your keys and bolted out the door. You parked across the street from the diner and rushed across to get inside. The bell dinged above you and you were surprised with how empty it was. A waitress was leaning over the counter and she was flipping through a magazine as she chewed on some gum.

“Be with you in a minute.” The young woman called out, there was no urgency in her voice.

You took in a deep breath and walked over to her. “Hi, I’m looking for Ari? He hired me last night.”

The girl looked up from her magazine and stared at you for a minute, blowing a bubble with her gum. “Ari, new girl is here!”

You heard a curse coming from the back followed by some clattering and you did your best not to laugh. Next thing you know, Ari is coming through the swinging kitchen door. He wiped his hands with a dish towel as he smiled at you. “Ah, right on time!” He was about to say something else when he glanced over at the other girl. He turned towards her as he placed his hands on his hips. “Penny! Don’t you have work you could be doing?”

Penny continued to flip through the magazine as she answered. “There’s no one here.” She blew another bubble and it popped.

You watched as Ari shook his head in frustration as he let out a huff of air. “Sorry about that miss, that’s Penny if she didn’t already introduce herself. Don’t worry, she won’t be your trainer, that would be Darcy who should be here soon. Well, if you’d like to follow me, I can show you around and get you settled.”

When Darcy finally arrived, you were pleasantly surprised. She wasn’t afraid to stand her ground and she definitely wasn’t hesitant to put Penny in her place. You could tell that the two of you were going to get along just fine. The lunch crowd had just shown up and you were shadowing Darcy as she took orders and introduced you to people. It was nice as some of the older people had remembered you from when you were younger and caused mischief around town. You were helping Darcy clear a table when the bell on the door chimed once again. The two of you looked up to notice a group of deputies strut into the diner.

“Great, the cavalry's here.” Sarcasm laced Darcy’s voice as she rolled her eyes.

You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped even if you’d tried which caused Darcy to laugh too.

“Should we go wait on them?”

Darcy looked back over at the deputies before she started to shake her head. “Nah, Miss Prim will be over there any second. See?”

Sure enough, Penny was over there in a heartbeat and she was pulling out all of the stops. A bright smile adorned her face as she twirled her pencil around and took down each of their orders. When she turned around to place their orders, they unashamedly watched her walk away. You shake your head as you help finish clearing the table and wiping it down. The two of you moved onto the next dirty table when Darcy spoke up again.

“Say, what are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing that I know of, why?” I arched an eyebrow at her as I picked up the dishes.

“Well, a group of us are going to the Tecumseh tonight if ya wanna join us.” Darcy glanced over at you and you don’t miss the small smile on her face.

“That place is still around?” You’re honestly quite surprised.

“It’s gone through a few different owners but the guy that owns it now really makes it feel like you’re in a different time. You should come, it’ll be fun.” Darcy explained as she picked up the now full dishtray.

Darcy started to lead the two of you back to the kitchen when you replied. “Sure, I’m in!”

“Great! We usually meet there but if you’d like, I can pick you up.” Darcy offered as she pushed open the kitchen door.

“If you don’t mind, I wouldn’t mind riding with you and your friends.” You continued to follow Darcy over to the sink and began to wash the dirty dishes.

“Of course not! I’ll pick you up at ten!”

The Tecumseh Bar was nothing like you remembered growing up. You had only heard rumors about the old bar but the sight before you was not at all what you were picturing. Laughter and various types of smoke filled the air, the place was crowded. People were dancing by the stage as the band played a folk-rock song that you had to admit was quite catchy. The different horns and piano played vibrantly. You were in a trance as you continued to take everything in. Women walked around in skimpy clothes, you only assumed that they were waitresses, whereas the bartenders were in more formal attire with their white sleeves pushed up to their elbows as they effortlessly made drinks for everyone.

“...I’ve been living in sin for about a month…. Something turns me ‘round it’s something that I just can’t understand, the way I behave…. Some people you can never save…. On my right hand, I’ve got a girl on my ear…. And in my left hand, I’m throwing back a beer….”

The atmosphere was intoxicating even without alcohol in your system. If you didn’t mind the scent of smoke, booze, and pure sin, one could live here. A wide smile grew on your face, you already loved it here and had barely been here five minutes. Drinks were continuously being poured and more and more people entered the bar. You glanced all around as Darcy ordered drinks for the pair of you. When the drinks had been made, she handed you your drink with a smile on her face as she spoke up.

“Best booze in Knockemstiff can be found right here! Drink up!”

You and Darcy clinked your glasses together before you took a drink. You’re surprised at how smooth the clear liquid went down and it instantly began to warm your body. Darcy then grabbed your hand once more and led you towards a table.

“Come on, everyone is already here!” She called back to you, only turning her head slightly.

You have no choice but to follow her and you do so willingly. The folk-jazz music continued to play, the upbeat tempo filled your ears.

“....Every night we throw this little soiree…. Gonna turn her head until she’s mine, all mine…. Every night I breed a new disaster…. I might be wrong, I might be wrong….”

Introductions were quick before you were being dragged out to the dance floor by Darcy and her friends. You danced with a guy named Tyler and you danced as if you had no cares in the world.

“....Try to get away and I will bring you right along, so…. Sit back, have a seat…. Sometimes salty, sometimes sweet…. Hard to swallow but fun to eat…. You ain’t never leaving Bourbon Street, come on!”

Tyler twirled and spun you around gracefully as the pair of you danced. Sometimes you would dance with Darcy and other times you would dance with her partner Jimmy. You were glad that you agreed to coming out tonight, you hadn’t had this much fun in a while.

“....When I walk the street people step aside…. Twirling my cane and smiling wide…. Some would say I’m a carnal slave….I put my hands on what I crave….”

You and Darcy were dancing with each other when you started to feel parched. You excused yourself to get a drink and you pushed yourself through the crowd as you made your way to the bar. You were almost there when someone harshly bumped into you causing you to stumble backwards and you slipped on something sticky. You closed your eyes tightly as a gasp escaped you, fully expecting to hit the floor and be trampled. But none of that happened. Before you hit the floor, a pair of strong arms scooped you up and held you close. It took you a minute for you to open your eyes and when you did, you were met with a pair of dazzling blue eyes. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at the man who saved you.

“You alright doll?” The blue-eyed man asked, concern was written all over his face.

You slightly nodded your head as you stared up at him, you couldn’t believe who had rescued you. It was Sheriff Lee Bodecker holding you in his arms. You cleared your throat to find your words but it doesn’t help as much as you had hoped.

“Yes, I’m alright.” You paused briefly as a small smile curled onto your lips. “Thanks to you.”

Lee straightened you back up but he kept a gentle hand on your side. “Say, didn’t I see you in the diner the other night?”

Butterflies formed in your stomach at the fact that he remembered you. “Yes, I was there with my mother. I just moved back to Knockemstiff sir.”

Lee smirked when you called him that, he liked how it sounded coming from you. “Ah, I think I heard rumblings that Margaret’s daughter was coming back to town. You certainly have grown up. My, my.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at the Sheriff’s words, you tucked some of your hair behind your ear before you spoke up again. “I hope it was nothing but good things Sheriff.”

‘Shit,’ Lee thought to himself, he really needed to tell you his name before he took you right here and now. “Please, call me Lee.”

You told him your name as you do your best to subtly glance down at his lips. You wondered what it would be like to be kissed by those lips and what they would feel like elsewhere. You shook the thoughts from your head and cleared your throat.

“Well, I should probably get to my friends. Thank you again for saving me.”

Lee didn’t want you to leave quite yet, there was something about you that he wanted more of but he couldn’t put a finger on it. But he was certainly drawn to you and so his words came out all at once as he invited you to his table. “Joinmeforadrink?” He cleared his throat and tried again. “Sorry about that, would you care to join me for a drink?”

You glanced over at your friends who were still dancing before you looked back at Lee. A small smile formed onto our lips at his offer. “I’d love to.”

Lee’s face brightened up at your answer, pleased that you agreed. He stepped to your side as he moved his hand from your hip to the small of your back. “Follow me then.”

As Lee led the two of you to his table, you noticed how people would stop and stare. The whispering didn’t go unnoticed either but you did your best to ignore it all. Lee must have noticed too since he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“Ignore them, they’re just jealous.”

The feel of his breath on your ear and so close to you sent a shock wave of tingles throughout your body. You wanted him to whisper other things into your ear. When you got to his table, Lee let you slide into the booth first before he slid in next to you. He instantly put an arm on the back of the booth before he motioned over a waitress and ordered a couple of drinks. A brief moment of silence fell between the two of you, the music thankfully filled the silence. Your drink orders were brought to you rather quickly and you took a drink to settle your nerves. Lee is the one to speak up first, beating you to it.

“So, are you enjoying yourself tonight?”

You nod your head before you answer him. “Yes, I am. I definitely wasn’t expecting it to be like this, that's for sure.”

Lee chuckled at your answer as he took another drink. “What were you expecting?”

You finished another drink before you replied. “Honestly, something run down and dirty. I’m pleasantly surprised though.”

“I’m glad you like it. I put a lot of hard work into it.” Lee explained as he began to play with your hair, feeling rather bold. When you didn’t object, he continued to do so.

You felt Lee playing with your hair and you were half tempted to lean into his touch. “Oh, are you the owner?”

“No, I’m not but I helped a lot when Gatsby took over.” Lee explained further and as he did, he couldn’t help himself as he glanced down to your lips.

He wanted to kiss you so badly but he didn’t want to be too forward with you. He had to play this the right way but Lee knew that he wanted you. He hasn’t felt this way about anyone in a long time and he was determined to make you his. He watched you as you listened intently to what he had to say and you seemed genuinely interested. Little did Lee know, you were thinking the same naughty thoughts about him. Drink after drink made the night slip by as you and Lee laughed and talked. The two of you gave each other small intimate touches throughout the night. You had completely forgotten about your friends as you finished off another drink with the Sheriff. Feeling rather bold due to the alcohol coursing through your system, you leaned into Lee and planted a quick kiss against his plump lips.

When you pulled away, your eyes grew wide in shock but before you could begin to apologize, Lee surprised you. He pulled you back in and placed a hand on your cheek before he moved it to your neck. You weren’t sure what you were drunk off of more, Lee or the booze. Your body grew more and more heated the longer you remained lip locked with the man in front of you. When he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, you immediately opened your mouth for him. You bit back a moan as your tongues swirled around each other, not wanting to seem too desperate. His tongue easily claimed yours and you could taste the whiskey that he’d been drinking all night. When the two of you finally parted to catch your breaths, you closed your eyes and wished that this all wasn’t just a dream. You opened your eyes slowly and a small smile curled upward onto your lips. You leaned into Lee’s touch when he cupped your cheek, he let his hand linger there for a moment before moving it to your chin. You could see that his eyes were filled with lust as his thick thumb caressed your bottom lip.

“You wanna get out of here doll?” Lee asked, his voice husky and filled with just as much lust as his eyes.

You nod your head in reply with Lee’s hand still on your chin.

Lee chuckled at your response before he leaned in close and pressed a quick peck to your lips. “Words darlin’, I need you to use your words.”

You blinked a few times before you quietly spoke up. “Yes.”

A devilish smirk formed on his plump lips as he saw the eagerness in your eyes. “Good girl. Now, follow me.”

Arousal suddenly filled your panties, you liked how it sounded when he called you a ‘good girl’. You were about to press your thighs together but before you could, you were pulled out of the booth. The Sheriff held onto your hand gently as he led you out of the bar. You glanced back over your shoulder to see if your friends were still around but you couldn’t spot them. When you got to Lee’s tan Cadillac, he opened the passenger side door for you and you climbed into the vehicle. The door closed behind you and you waited for him to get into the driver’s side. You watched as he started the Cadillac and he glanced over at you, shooting you a wink.

“Don’t worry, I know a spot. Here, you can make yourself useful.” Lee pushed the center console up before he started to undo his belt buckle and pants.

Your eyes grew wide at the sight of his large member when it sprung free. It was already hard, red, and leaking and the sight alone caused you to lick your lips, you wanted to have a taste. You pulled your gaze away from his cock to look him in the eyes and you waited for permission.

“Come on, be a good girl and come suck my dick, keep it warm in your mouth for me.” Lee ordered and it only took you a second to follow his command.

You gripped his thick member at the base and began to kitten lick the tip, collecting some of his pre-cum onto your tongue. The saltiness lingered on your tongue but you didn’t mind it, in fact, you wanted to taste more of it. You adjusted in your seat so that you could lick a long stripe from the base of his cock and up to the tip, licking right on the fatty vein. You heard Lee groan in approval at your touch, so you repeat yourself over and over again. Lee was in pure bliss and you’ve barely touched him. He threw his head back and tried to think back to when someone had last touched him like this and he couldn’t remember. He refused to let any of the girls in the brothel touch him like this, it was too intimate of an act in his opinion. An animalistic growl escaped him as he tried to clear his thoughts. You had hollowed out your cheeks and took him in your mouth, every little bit that you could take. He had planned on driving the pair of you to a more secluded spot but screw it, he’s not sure if he’d make it there. He reached over and spanked your ass as you continued to drive him closer to his release.

A muffled yelp escaped you when Lee’s hand suddenly smacked your ass which was quickly followed by a moan when he grabbed a handful of it. You diligently worked his hard cock as you licked and twirled your tongue around it, bobbing your head up and down as you did. Your hand that was wrapped around the base made gentle yet firm strokes as you sucked him off. Hearing the pornographic sounds coming from Lee above you only spurred you on. You would pull all the way off of him with a loud pop, only to tease him with small licks before you took him back into your mouth. You did this several times before it earned you another slap on the ass. You must’ve been taking too long for Lee’s liking because next thing you know, Lee grabbed a fistful of your hair and started to pound into your mouth. You gagged and drooled all over his member while you tried to find some sort of friction for yourself. You pressed your thighs together and began to rub them against one another. Another harsh slap is given to your ass as you gag on Lee’s cock.

“Shit, doll, I’m close. Are you ready to swallow everything I’m about to give you?”

All you can do is nod your head, if you had tried to say anything it would be incoherent. Lee continued to thrust his hips upward, his cock reaching the back of your throat as he did so. It didn’t take long before Lee was spilling his load into your mouth, his moans sounded like music to your ears. You swallowed everything he gave you and when he was done, you slowly slid your mouth off of his cock with a loud pop at the end. You noticed some of his seed had leaked out into his dark curls, so you lean back down to clean him up. A smile curled up onto your lips when he moaned again. When you sat back up, you were met with his blue eyes shining at you and they were filled with an euphoric bliss. You both sat there trying to catch your breath, you both were breathing heavily. You’re surprised when Lee grabbed you by the neck and crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was filled with teeth, tongue and passion and it didn’t bother Lee one bit that he could taste himself on you. When You finally pulled away, you were panting even harder than before and when Lee started to chuckle, you tilted your head at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What?”

Lee ran a hand down his face as he shook his head, a crooked grin playing on his lips. “You’re gonna be the death of me aren’t you, doll?”

A sheepish smile formed on your own lips and you could feel your cheeks begin to heat up. You stayed in your spot as you remained silent and watched as Lee tucked in his softening member back into his pants as he pulled them back up. Lee pulled you in close to his side as he backed out of the lot.

“Come on, let’s get you home. Next time, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of, you won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you.”

Arousal flooded you at Lee’s promise, you weren’t expecting this to be anything but a one night thing. You hoped Lee would keep his promise as you snuggled into his side as he drove you home. Lee glanced down at you and a soft smile began to form on his lips at the sight of you next to him. He could get used to this.

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day 10 - DILF

nct 1.5k words female reader insert Reader x Qian Kun NSFW

🖤 warnings: the kids next door, kun in white linen pants, wine? idk this one is very safe 🖤

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This Airbnb has everything.

A nice, fully-stocked kitchen with a note stuck to the kitchen door explicitly telling you to help yourself to anything. A quiet residential street close enough to amenities downtown. And a swimming pool in the backyard.

You're only on a long weekend retreat, two nights at a home in a more rural part of the province to relax and reset and maybe go to some of the little bars you saw on the drive through downtown. But it's nice to feel a little bit fancy for once. Like a homeowner, maybe, the kind of person who has a house like this with all the trappings.

The pool is probably the best touch.

You've been outside all day, taking in the warm sun and the clear water, enjoying the solitude. But it's afternoon now, and there's noise next door.

Which is to be expected. It's a neighborhood, after all, where people simply live. You can hear children out in the next yard, little voices shrieking as they play. That kind of adds to the experience, you think. Peaceful vibes.

Until a projectile lands next to you in the pool.

It's a Nerf rocket, a little plastic and foam toy. You know the type; it attaches to a manual air pump that launches the rockets when someone stomps on the pump.

The kids next door go silent, and you climb out of your inflatable ring floatie and out of the pool, dripping onto the concrete, to return it.

No big deal.

As you approach, you can see the shape of two little figures practically pressed to the tall wooden slat fence, watching you through the gaps in the wood.

"Can we have our rocket back, please?" one of the kids asks.

"Sure," you say.

You toss it over, as gently as you can.

It's not gentle enough.

There's a dull thump, and a squeak, and then the sound of heartbroken toddler tears, a sniffle that grows to a wail in seconds.

Great. Fucking fantastic. You brained one of the little kids next door with their own toy. You're getting a zero-star Airbnb guest review out of this.

The neighboring house's back door opens with a creak, and then a man's voice filters into the yard. "What happened?"

"The rocket went over the fence," says one of the kids, obviously the one who isn't crying. "That lady threw it back and it hit Jennie in the face."

"Not on purpose, I'm sure."

"No, but I think it's ouch."

"I think so, too."

The man's voice and the crying both grow farther away and disappear, as the door clicks shut behind them. They've gone back inside. It was an accident, completely, no one's fault, but you still feel bad. Way to start your weekend.

But there's nothing to do but return to your lazy float in the shallow end of the pool.

It's so easy to lose track of time while you're doing it, too. You have no idea how much time has passed, except maybe a hint from how the sun's moved, when you hear that voice again.

"Excuse me?"

You look around, slightly disoriented, until you see a man's head, poking over the fence.

"Oh," you say, very intelligent, top of your game.

He's so handsome. Movie-star handsome, with gentle sloping features and hair dyed a shocking white-blonde.

"I take it you're the lady I heard about?" he asks, with a wayward grin.

"Depends what you heard," you say.

"The one throwing things?"

"Returning things," you defend.

He shrugs, playful. "Call it what you want. Thanks for giving the toy back."

He's messing with you. It's charming, fills your chest with bubbling excitement.

"Hey, let's get it straight. Not just throwing things!" you say.

"You hit my kid with her own toy."

His kid. Damn.

"Just like a kid," you joke, "Running to Mom and Dad to tattle."

"To Dad," he corrects subtly.

You don't want to assume what he means by telling you that, but you know exactly how you take it: with more than a hint of suggestion.

You're suddenly extremely aware that you're floating helplessly in a big pink whimsical circle float. "Just Dad, huh?"

"And Uncle Ten who's here for a week, but I don't think that counts."

"Uncles One through Nine were busy?"

The guy grimaces. "That was worse than some of mine."

"Dad jokes are an art form," you say, actually climbing out of your floatie to face him properly and not at a 90 degree angle.

"You're funny. I'm Kun."

You tell him your name in return, and he repeats it back to you like he's committing it to memory.

"How long are you here?" he asks.

"Rest of the weekend. I leave Monday night."

Kun nods, thoughtful. "Maybe I'll see you later."

"Maybe."

His head disappears from its spot above the fence, and you wonder idly how tall he is, if he was scaling the fence and holding himself there for the whole conversation.

Not what you'd expected from this vacation, but hey. A hot neighbor is never unwelcome.

You order in for dinner, but you can hear the family outside next door, and you can smell the barbeque they make. You're slightly embarrassed about it, but you turn down the music you'd put on so you can hear the kids talking nonsense and playing in the pool between bites, hear Kun and another, lighter voice that must be Uncle Ten. It's just a nice cozy atmosphere, to have people around, enjoying themselves.

But after the sun sets, after hours outside and no desire to give up and go in for the night, that handsome face pops over the fence again.

"Still at it?" Kun asks.

"Yep."

"Mind if I join you?"

"Don't you have stuff to do?" you wonder. "Dad stuff?"

Kun shakes his head, blonde hair flicking nearly into his eyes. "Nah. The girls like when Ten puts them to bed. He'll be in their room singing songs for the next two hours at least. I'm free."

"And you want to spend it here?"

"I have wine." He holds an open - and partially-empty - wine bottle over the fence, as if to prove it.

You smile. "Oh, well in that case, come on over."

You expect him to come around and let himself in the side gate, like a person, but nope. Kun just clumsily hauls himself over the top rail of the fence, balancing the open bottle as well as he can, and drops down gracelessly in your rented yard.

It's doubly amusing when he straightens up and is much shorter than the fence, a cool 5'9 max, meaning you were correct and he was scaling the fence from his side and hanging there. He's even more attractive in full, though. Well-built, in a short-sleeved button-down shirt and linen slacks that are obviously tailored so that he looks taller than he is.

It's a dad look if you've ever seen one. And it's doing something for you.

"You do this often?" you ask him. "Drop by on the Airbnb guests?"

He puts the wine on the table, takes a seat in the patio chair beside yours. "Nope."

"What made you do it this time?"

"I might have mentioned to Ten that you were pretty," he says. "And I might have mentioned it more than once, and he might have gotten annoyed and told me to shut up or go do something about it."

"And you couldn't possibly shut up."

"You got it."

You point at the wine bottle. "Do you - glasses? Cups?"

"...No."

You'd assumed. "We don't need 'em."

Pointedly, you pick up the bottle and drink right from it. Kun laughs, ringing and pretty.

You are not entirely sure how you got from that - sharing that obviously leftover wine, making smalltalk about your vacation and Kun's office job and basic things about his two daughters - to this.

Sitting splayed over Kun's lap, that is, pressing him back with enough force that you're a little worried about tipping his whole chair over backwards, while he traces his tongue over the back of your teeth. He's stronger than he looks. One arm looped around your waist holds you in place, and his thin linen pants don't do much to hide how he's feeling. You're not one to talk, though, since you're in an overlarge t-shirt over your swimsuit, with equally little discretion.

"Do you do this often?" you tease.

"You ask a lot of questions."

"I'm curious. Sue me."

"I'm curious, too," he pouts, actually pouts. "I wanna see that little two-piece again."

That's simple. You grin. You peel the t-shirt up over your head and toss it to the side.

"There we go," he groans, hands immediately firm on your bare skin.

You'd be content to do this all night. You'd be content to do so much more. His touch just feels so good, his mouth controlled and hands confident-

But there's distinct sound from the direction of his house, and as soon as Kun hears it, he sighs.

"Daddy!"

A little girl's voice, clear, and then a much more resigned adult's call of, "Hey, daddy? Gonna have to wrap it up, out there."

You stand up, and Kun does, too, heading for the gate this time.

"I'm gonna kill Ten!" Kun mutters. "Can't keep 'em busy for an hour..."

Smiling, you drop back into his abandoned seat. "I'll wait."

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