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babygorewhore · 7 months

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I’ll follow you until you love me.

The moment Eddie Munson saw you, he thought you were perfect and once he finds your social media, it gives him insight into your world. But he can’t get enough of you. Eddie can’t stop himself from acting on his desire to follow you. Eddie is determined to make you his. But maybe he’s not as subtle as he thinks.

This is my installment of a shared universe with a mutual. Who will be writing her installment of this universe soon.

Warnings! Smut! 18plus only! Stalker! Eddie. Obsession. Oral! Fem recieving! Unprotected PnV! Fem reader is alternative/goth in this. Eddie is a Bartender. I’m sick and I edited once so if you saw mistakes ignore them.

Eddie knew he was breaking some sort of code. But he couldn’t find it in himself to stop. He was…addicted. You weren’t even friends. Friendly at best. He knew you for only a couple of weeks. Your parents owned his favorite music store and he was sorting through the collection of Black Sabbath CDs when he saw you for the first time in the same aisle.

He immediately fell for you. Everything about you was perfect. Your body. Your face. Your clothes. Your voice. Eddie was completely mesmerized when you both had a conversation about why CDs were essential to the music listening experience. It took everything in him not to kiss you and ruin your pretty lipstick.

As soon as he was alone in his van, he yanked out his phone. Typed in your name and hunted for any sign of accounts you had. He didn’t even use his social media but you would be the exception. You were everything. After several minutes, he finally found your pretty picture. He sighed and leaned back in the seat.

It was your instagram. And in your bio you listed your tik tok, twitter and even your Facebook. Jackpot. Eddie’s eyes scanned over your uploads, his breathing getting heavier. It was almost as if he had a taste of your life. Your world.

The whole week in between his shift at work and when he came home, he devoured everything you posted. He watched every video you reposted, he needed to know your humor, your likes, your dislikes. He couldn’t tear himself away from looking at you.

One night, you posted your work schedule for the next week at the music store. And that’s when he decided he needed to see you again.

His shift ended at the Hawkins bar two hours after he originally planned because some fuckwad didn’t know how to show up on time. The music store would only be open for another hour so he raced to his van and probably broke three laws speeding to the building.

He speedily parked, exited and practiced in his head what he would say. He needs a copy of the band you liked Bad Omens. You posted about them all the time. Eddie needed the physical copy. Something you both talked about so it wouldn’t be weird if he asked for a disc. He inhaled and pushed open the door, glancing around as the bell rung. A collection of people were here, he tried to keep his cool. The CDS. His hair was tied into a bun and he wore all black just like you always did. He shook his head and confidently strides to the shelves.

It was different. More organized. All the decades were correct. Everything was straightened. You had the magic touch. Eddie smiled when his fingers grazed over the plastic, you had touched these. He saw Bad omens right away, but he came here for help. He purposely took a step back and wore a confused expression.

“Eddie?” There. There you were. His cock twitched. Goosebumps rose on his skin. He didn’t turn right away, no. You wouldn’t get it that easy. As badly as he wanted to turn around and-

Your hand gently grazed his shoulder. He wanted to rip off his leather jacket to feel your fingers on his bare skin and his breath shuddered. Finally, he shifted in your direction. Eddie almost kissed you. He had to plant his feet heavily on the floor to prevent himself. Your eyes were soft, searching his brown irises. Small crinkles around your brows showed hours of work but your mouth was curved into a polite, curious smile. You wore all black, a bad omens shirt, leggings and boots. A small name tag was right above your heart. You looked perfect. But he focused on your lipstick, the same you wore that first day. He wanted to smear your makeup. Make it run down your face while you were on your knees. He wanted to grip your hair and guide you through-

“It is Eddie, right? Don’t tell me I forgot.” He jerked his head.

“Yes. It’s Eddie. I’m glad you’re here. I’m in serious need of a music recommendation,” Eddie internally melted when you flashed him a grin.

“Well, I’m happy to assist you. I’m assuming you want this in the form of a CD?” You gave him a knowing look.

He clapped his hands. “ You remembered that. Yes. Always.” You giggled and you extended your hand towards the collection of CDs on the shelves.

“What sound are you looking for? I know you like metal. But do you want a classic recommendation, something underrated or unknown?” You sounded so considerate. You were doing your job, he knew that. But he clung to whatever interest you gave him.

“Honestly, what are you listening too? I want something different. You can only listen to so much Metallica and Black Sabbath,” Eddie dramatically pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

You nodded in kind. “Your secret is safe with me. But I can’t believe you’re actually asking for my opinion.”

“Why? I mean, I’d assume someone who shares my appreciation for metal has great taste.” He saw you from the corner of his eye, you dip your head down for a second. He needed to pace this conversation, withhold what he knows. He just needs to keep hearing your voice. He was almost trembling from the way you were accepting his attempts at charm.

“I mean-If I’m being honest. My favorite band is Bad Omens.” Eddie raised his eyebrows and nodded towards your shirt. His shoulders relaxed. Finally. This was how it went in his head.

“I haven’t listened to them. I’ve seen them on tik tok, but I just haven’t dived in.” He hoped you believed his lie.

“Excuse me?” You both turned and a older man stood at the entrance. Wearing a guns and roses shirt and light blue jeans. “I need help.”

Eddie’s chest burned. No, no, no. He just got you talking. You face him with a shadow of disappointment dancing across your features. He wanted to scream at the man but he had to stay calm. He couldn’t risk you seeing him differently. You didn’t hardly know him.

Yet.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. Gotta help him. But the CD is right there, and if you ring the bell someone will check you out. It was nice seeing you! I hope you like it!”

He was struggling to bury his anger even long after he paid for the album and made his way home. Eddie paced his room. You. You were so beautiful. So sweet. He wanted to keep listening to you talk. He wanted to know every single band you loved. He wanted-no, he needed more of you. He dug his phone out of his pocket.

Settling on his bed, knees spread apart, his thump quickly found your profile. You had so many followers. So many people watching, commenting and sharing with you online. He clenched his jaw when he looked at your story. Eddie blinked at the loud music attached. You had a closed lipped smile and your eyes were shut. And the caption talked about how much you hated rude customers. But then he recognized the song. It was Bad Omens.

He chewed his bottom lip. Was that because of him? Were you thinking about him? The same way he thought of you? He turned up the volume. Listened carefully. Was this song on the album he bought? He picked up the bag and yanked out the plastic, reading the song list on the back . Yes. It was. Eddie pressed the CD against his chest. You touched it. He brought it higher, over his chin until his lips pressed against it. He held it against his mouth, while he stared at your photo.

Eddie had memorized your work schedule. Maybe he could stop by again tomorrow. Fuck, he couldn’t. He had to work and It was too soon. You would be confused.

He couldn’t fit anymore CDs on his shelf but he would fucking build a new one if that meant he could buy more from you.

The next day he was in his car. Parked across the street with a few cars giving distance from the music store. He didn’t plan it. He was going into work in a hour. But He just needed to see you. Just look at you. That’s it. A death of Peace of mind album was playing in his van and his jaw was clenching so hard from waiting for you to step out. He had fell asleep with his phone on his chest from frantically scrolling on your profile last night.

He didn’t know how his resolution disappeared so quickly. But he couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet you were. How quickly his conversation with you ended. He couldn’t stand it. He needed more. Eddie’s breathing shortened when the entrance opened and you stepped out. You adjusted your bag, shuffled to close the door behind you and cast your search around the direction of the street.

He gripped the steering wheel, so hard his hands trembled as you moved aside for a stranger. You smiled brightly then you started to walk in the opposite direction. His eyes trailed down your body. Black jeans, black hoodie and converse. They lingered on the curve of your thighs in those pants. But he frowned. Were you walking home? You didn’t have a car?

Without a second thought, he turned the keys. In the back of his mind, he knew he was going overboard. He had work. He needed to leave. Soon. But god damn he just needed to make sure you got home safe. His van came alive and he maneuvered onto the street. There was a stop light coming, and he sped up to try and beat it before it turned red. He didn’t know how he would remain invisible as he followed you, but he had to try.

Eddie wasn’t sure how he managed, but you didn’t turn to see his van. Your apartment wasn’t far from the store thank fuck. He settled across the street, behind two cars. The same tactic he used earlier. You jogged up the driveway, where there wasnt a car. His suspicions confirmed. The complex wasn’t big, it looked similar to his own.

He glanced at the clock. He needed to get going. He hated being late. But your address was seared into his mind. He would never forget it. Eddie pulled out his phone, frantically clicking on your instagram. You had a new story. You were smiling, an adorable grin and your fingers were held in a peace sign. The caption said you were finally home. He wanted to help you relax. Spread your legs and make you see stars and never think about a stressful day again.

His dick was growing hard as he imagined your sweet face. Covered in his cum. Your eyeliner running down your cheeks. His hand ghosted the center of his pants before he stopped.

No. No he wouldn’t touch himself. He needed you. He needed to cum inside you. You deserved better than him jerking off in his car before he had the privilege of being with you. Eddie exhaled, forcing himself to drive.

The night shift was always packed. Plus as the manager, he was responsible for training and handling reckless drinkers. His hair was tied up, his usual style for his shift and his sleeves were rolled up, muscles flexing as he slid a glass to a guest. But his mind was a whirlwind. He hadn’t been able to check his phone. What were you doing? Were you relaxing? He was buzzing with energy. He hadn’t even told Steve about you yet, who apparently was busy with his own infatuation. Eddie kept looking at the clock. He had to stay over again but closing was coming soon. Halloween was in just a few days. What were you going to do? Dress up? Go to a party? Fuck, he needed to know.

He had fucking fell asleep before he had a chance to look at your instagram when he got home well after 3am. He crashed on his couch, still wearing his work clothes with his phone in his pocket where it died. Eddie practically shoved the end of the charger into his phone, his leg bouncing from waiting for it to turn back on. He knew he should have charged it. Now, it would take longer to see you.

He wanted to touch himself as he imagined your lips wrapped around him, choking on his dick as his hand is gripping your hair. His hand even drifted to his crotch until he stopped himself. No, he promised himself he wouldn’t cum until it was inside you. You were his. He checked his phone again as it finally came back to life. His fingers were frantic as they clicked on your name.

You uploaded a new story. Eddie sighed in relief. As it came up, your face looked tired. You weren’t smiling, instead you were holding up a glass, clinking it with another glass belonging to your best friend. His chest tightened. He wanted to be there. He wanted to drink with you, hold you and take care of you. You had to walk home. And he had to fucking work. He swiped to the next story.

It was this morning, he knew only because of the time included. Just an hour ago. You were smiling this time. It was your day off and you were thrilled to to go the Halloween store today. Eddie couldn’t stop looking at your bright eyes, the excitement and he needed to see it again. In person.

He had to try. He would go the store. Pretend he was looking for a Halloween costume. But when? You didn’t give a time. It didn’t matter. He would stay all day and wait. It was his day off too.

Eddie threw himself in the shower, got dressed and drove to the store. It didn’t matter if it was an hour away. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t planned dressing up, or that he would have to swap schedules. You were on his mind. Whatever you were doing, he wanted to be a part of it.

Bad omens played loudly in his van as he came into the parking lot. Eddie’s heart started to hammer as he unbuckled and stepped out. His neck was warm at the thought of hearing your voice again so he tied his hair up.

Opening the door, he was greeted with gruesome decor, rows of costumes and several people shopping. Fuck, how was he supposed to find you? If you were even here yet? His shoe tapped impatiently as he was torn on where to go. Costumes. That’s where he’d start. But what kind? Sexy? Scary? in between?

As he walked down the section, he pretended to search. His rings occasionally getting caught in the fabrics and plastic. He wasn’t interested in this. He didn’t want to participate without you. Oh god, who drove you here? Were you going to be alone? He didn’t think about that. He just moved. Eddie dug out his phone from his pocket.

“Hey, Eddie! Is that you?”

He froze.

Eddie turned around and there you were.

This time, you were wearing a dress. A black one. With a matching sweater and combat boots. But his eyes fell to the tattoo on your chest. He hadn’t seen it because you always wore higher neck tops. Eddie almost salivated. Your makeup was dark again with your apparent favorite lipstick. He wanted to touch your skin, run his tongue along the art. He knew you would taste sweet. So sweet.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Eddie dropped into a serious expression. “Are you following me?”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. “No, I just saw you-“ Then he grinned. He knew he was such a tease.

“I’m joking, sweets. I’m just here for my Halloween costume.” Such a fucking lie. But he needed to establish a common ground.

You sighed in relief.

“Me too. We had the same idea.” You didn’t protest at the nickname. Eddie tried not to smirk. You were happy to see him. He had to ball his fists to keep from touching you.

“What are you going as? I haven’t decided.” Eddie forced himself to sound light hearted but he truly needed an idea. You set the stage on his actions.

You gestured, “Follow me and I’ll show you.”

And then you stuck out your hand. Eddie thought he would bust in his pants. He accepted as you gently guided him to the other side of the store, where a large amount of costumes were hanging on the wall. Your grip was firm, warm and steady. You were confident in taking his hand. Eddie’s eyes were glued to your lower half, covered by the fitted dress. Your calves peeked out from the slits on the side. He saw more ink. How many tattoos did you have? He wanted to explore them. Compare them to his. You came to a stop and released him. Eddie wanted to stop you, grab your hand again.

“I’m going with this,” You pointed to the hanging plastic bag and Eddie followed direction.

The picture was a Sweeney Todd costume. Fake blood included and wig. It would be hot. You could pull off anything. But the wig he wanted to protest against. Covering your perfect hair? The hair he wanted to dig his fingers in and pull? Caress? Both? “That’s a great one. I think you’ll stand out. Not everyone knows that reference.”

You smiled again. Eddie felt like he won the lottery. “I like to stand out from the crowd, I guess. My best friend is throwing a Halloween party this year. And I finally had the day off to come here.” Eddie nodded, swallowing the urge to reveal he already knew that.

“I hope you’re not working too hard but I can’t stop listening to the CD. You knew exactly what I needed.” Your hands reached up, pressing against your chest. “You really like it? I’m not used to someone actually agreeing with me.” Eddie couldn’t believe that. Who could resist you? Who wouldn’t give your favorite band a try? He would fix that problem.

“Why wouldn’t I like it, sweets? I’ll have to get more recommendations soon, it makes my driving more exciting.” You opened your mouth to respond but something caught your eye and you excitedly beamed.

Eddie turned, desperate to find what caught your attention other than him.

“That’s my favorite slasher movie! If I hadn’t already decided on this, I would wear that.” Eddie’s eyes widened. It was a Ghostface costume. Why didn’t he know that? He ground his teeth. He should have looked closer at your posts. Maybe he would have seen it. You had amazing taste in movies.

“An amazing movie. That would have also been a perfect choice. But I’m not sure anyone could be scared of you, pretty girl. You’re way too sweet.” The names slipped out his mouth before he could catch himself. But you dipped your head and bashfully peeked at him through your lashes.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. He itched to say more, compliment you more but he didn’t want to freak you out. Especially considering he watched your instagram everyday to know exactly what you were doing but he needed you. He would do whatever he needed to make you feel the same way.

Your phone started to ring. Eddie wanted to beg you not to answer. No, stay here in the moment. You sighed, holding the device up. “It’s my dad. I need to take this. But I hope I’ll see you at the store again! And maybe we can talk more. You really get me.” And then you turned away, quietly speaking to your father.

Each time he managed to speak to you, get somewhere, it was interrupted. But this wouldn’t be wasted. No. Eddie moved away from you, as painful as it was and quickly picked up the Ghostface costume. He didn’t know how he would make this work but god damn it he would.

Eddies emotions went beyond his limit when he was hunched over, phone glued to his hand as he poured over your story on his bed when he got home. Your stories consisted of showing off the costume you bought and then several memes about Halloween being everyday for you. And then you posted your old looks. Most of them were edgy, skulls, prosthetics and some were even masks. Except one. You were wearing a short, thigh high black dress. Fishnets and heels. Your face painted with the Crow makeup. Your chest ink and your leg tattoos were on display.

The intricate thorns that wrapped around both thighs but on the left center was a large showing of multiple flowers. On the right was a skull, jaw slightly open to allow a dark snake to wrap around.

His cock felt like it was going to burst but he would not give in. He just didn’t know what to do. How would he get into the party? Sneak in? He was going insane.

And that’s when Steve hit him up. When Eddie answered the phone, Steve proceeded to explain that there was a Halloween party at a penthouse. And the owner just so happened to be your best friend.

Eddie thanked whatever universe, energy or even a God if he even bothered to look at him considering what he was doing. It was Halloween night. He wore the long, black gown. A black shirt and jeans underneath. Heavy boots. Most importantly, the Mask. Steve charmed the security, getting them both inside. The lights were off only to be be replaced with LED strips covering the edges of the wall and even the ceiling.

The living room was spacious, modern furniture and sleek tables covered in red cups, beer bottles and liquor bottles. He squinted his eyes, his vision obscured by the mask. No one paid much attention to him, most people had some sort of horror film costume, he wasn’t the only Ghostface. Fuck. How would you tell it was him? He did all of this for you. Music blared, he could feel it in his chest as he walked around the penthouse. Stepping on decorations fallen to the wood floor.

Steve left his side but Eddie knew he was looking for the hostess of this party. Where were you?

There.

His breath hitched and he froze in the doorway of the kitchen. You were pouring a drink in a solo cup. Your costume was perfect. The white puffed sleeves, black vest and striped pants. Fake blood coated your hands, darkening your fingernails. You weren’t wearing a wig, instead you had the signature white streak in your hair. Good. You didn’t need the wig. He opened his mouth to talk but you turned and started walking into the next room.

No. No. Why did he take so fucking long? He was here right now. He used so much effort to be close to you. Eddie took a steadying breath. And he walked directly behind you, he kept trying to tap your shoulder but you were quick. Nearly jogging. His boots hit against the floor, growing louder from speed. You maneuvered through the crowd. Where you going? He almost lost you but you started climbing the stairs where more cobwebs and pumpkins sat.

Were you running from him? From someone else? Was your best friend up here? His mind raced with endless options as he continued prowling behind you. No one was here. He almost slammed into you as you abruptly halted.

You spun around.

“Eddie, why are you following me?” Oh, fuck.

Up close, your makeup was messy. Eyeliner smudged heavily, your lips were dark and glossy. You looked up at him through lashes. But you didn’t sound angry. Or fearful.

You sounded…playful.

He tilted his head. “I was-“

“It’s okay, Eddie. I know you’ve been following me. I know every time you look at my pictures. I knew that you followed me home. And it wasn’t an accident at the store the other day. I was hoping you would buy this.” You reached over, grasping the material of the cloak between your fingers.

Eddie grew hot. He thought he could be subtle but apparently not. You knew the whole time. But why weren’t you upset? He didn’t want you to be. But that would have been naive.

He clutched your hand. “I couldn’t help it. You’re perfect. The moment I saw you, I knew I needed you. I needed to see you, make sure you were safe. I can’t get you out of my mind. Fuck. And I just wanted to be here tonight to finally talk to you without being interrupted. All I’ve done is listen to the album you love. I know you said you weren’t mad but please, god I need you. I need to feel you. I need to-“

“Fuck me?” You finished. “Did you touch yourself while looking at me, Eddie?”

He was buzzing, ignited from the way your lips were in a smirk. You stepped closer and with your free hand, you removed his mask. His hair was even messier and his nostrils flared as he took in your perfume.

He was almost against the wall but he couldn’t take it. Eddie’s hands gripped your hips and he smashed his lips to yours. You tasted better than he imagined. And you met his intensity. Eddie flipped so you were the one pinned against the wall, diving his tongue inside your mouth. His cock was so hard it hurt and he pressed his pelvis against yours, grinding into you. A moan escaped your mouth and he reached down, grasping your knee and pulling it around his hip. He could feel how wet you were through your pants.

Eddie ripped away from your mouth, moving to concentrate to the soft skin of your neck when you grabbed him by his arm and burst through a door he didn’t notice was there. He only had time to register a bed in the center of the room before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled his bottom lip with your teeth. “I wanted you the first day you came in,” You murmured. Eddie pushed your back against the bed, landing him on top of you and he straddled your lap.

“I-can I-can I fuck you?” He had to ask, as frenzied as he felt, he needed you to want it as much as he did.

“Fuck, Eddie. Yes, I want it so bad.” You whined, arching your back into him as he buried his face in your neck, peppering kisses against your jaw before sucking the spot above your collar bone.

You tore off the cloak, before taking off his black shirt with it and running your hands down his chest, stomach before tugging his belt. Eddie lifted his head, helping you as he kicked off his jeans. But he wanted to taste you. He slid down, peeling off your tight pants and your underwear. Eddie got impossibly harder as you mewled as he separated your legs.

Your cunt dripped with arousal and he spread it apart, coating his thick fingers. He dove in, flattening his tongue against your clit. Eddie moaned at your sweet taste as he licked down your slit before slipping his tongue inside you. You were jerking your hips to hump his face, his nose continually hitting the sensitive nerves in the center.

“I’m gonna cum.” Eddie didn’t speed up, he stayed hungrily lapping your pussy and your movement locked, your thighs squeezing his head. The entire lower half of his face was glistening as he pulled away.

Eddie crawled over you and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Smearing cum all over your mouth, messing your lipstick even further. Just like he imagined.

“Please, fuck me.” You whimpered and he clumsily took off his boxers, releasing his heavy cock leaking with precum.

Eddie lined his dick against you before pressing inside, stretching your pussy as you clenched around him. He groaned from deep in his chest and shuddered. Your nails dug into his skin as he started thrusting, deep and hard. The bed was slamming against the wall.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

He couldn’t even speak anymore, you felt so good he saw stars and he loved the pain from you scratching him. “I’m-I’m close.”

He wanted to hold off for you but the way you cried out, burying your face on his shoulder, Eddie spilled into you. Fuck condoms, he thought. His breath came in choked pants as he pulled out and scooped you into his arms. He was completely naked and you only had a shirt on, that he planned on removing once he caught his breath.

“I can’t believe you knew the whole time. And I can’t believe you liked me back.”

Your head turned as he held you close to him, his arms tight around you. He never wanted to let you go. Now that he’s tasted you, he could never stop.

“Eddie, why do you think I let you follow my account? Why do you think I told you to listen to bad omens? I wanted you to think about me. Besides, your friend Steve pulling the same move on my best friend.”

Holy shit. My first Eddie fic. I’m back with fics! Huge thanks to my tumblr wife @xxhellfirebunnyxx for helping me with this, encouraging me and beta reading. And my little sister @scene-and-dandylover for always supporting me.

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flamingpudding · 11 months

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Ouija Board Prompt Idea

A/N: A late night Idea that came to me instead of sleep and I wrote this down during lunch break

Danny was just in Gotham because the city spirit had asked him for assistance with a rather persistent unruly Ghost that didn't understand that this was her haunt and she did not want them there.

So when he got the notice he did his kingly duties and made sure the Ghost was no longer annoying Lady Gotham. He was the Ghost King but even he didn't want to anger a spirit as old as her. He had watched the spirit take a ghostly club and hit Clockwork the Ancient of Time with it without remorse the first time they were introduced. So yea, no messing with this one.

He had been about to portal back home when he felt a strange pull one that was close to when he got summoned but yet it didn't feel as demanding but more like a little kid pulling on his shirt hesitantly. So he checked it out…

… and came across a group of vigilantes investigating an occult side.

Invisible he watched them, curious. He used to do the teen hero stick too before the whole Ghost King business allowing him to get some semblance of a normal life with his rogues, might as well see how others to that hero stick. Besides the pull he felt appeared to come from that tall one wearing a red helmet something was up with that guy.

"Come on, ask the ghosts a question or are you too chicken to do it?"

"I will not participate in this nonsense, Red Hood."

"Come on guys it will be fun!"

"For whom? You, Spoiler?"

"RR aren't you curious?"

"We just gotta ask the board a question and if a ghost is around they will answer by moving it, right?"

"Ghosts don't exist."

Okay Danny was not taking personal offense here but he was a half ghost and he ruled the Ghost Zone filled with ecto-entities that could count as ghosts. So yes, ghosts existed. It was a simple decision then as he floated down invisible crouching next to board still invisible and out of the way from them.

Making sure he made a lot of scraping noises as he moved the small wooden piece on the board to 'YES'.

Someone yelped and someone else shrieked, though Danny wasn't sure if that was a shriek of excitement or not. He still grinned at their reactions.

"Did that just move to 'YES'! It did, didn't it!"

Yea okay that earlier was a shriek of excitement considering how that girl in purple was jumping around. Though the poor kid among them looked a little paler now, Danny decided to keep an eye on the kid to make sure he wasn't overdoing it.

"Okay so a ghost is here?"

Maybe he should have bothered listening to Lady Gotham or Tucker more about the vigilantes of Gotham. Oh well no time better as this to learn. What did the girl call this boy again, RR? Danny wondered what that stood for.

He moved the piece around the board a little making sure they noticed before he spelled something out.

"N-O-S-H-I-T-S-H-E-R-L-O-C-K. No shit Sherlock. Ha! I like this ghost!" The tall one laughed, he believed the kid called him Red Hood earlier. Well the red helmet was a great testament to that sort of code name. Still he wondered about that weird feeling he got from the guy but pushed that aside for later.

"Well since there is a ghosts, what should we ask?"

"Maybe how old he is?"

"Think it rude to ask how he died?"

Danny rolled his eyes. Those were such mainstream questions.

"B-O-R-I-N-G, 1-6 , YES. Guys it looks like we are not were imaginativ."

"Well what do you suggest we ask then?"

"I don't know! Maybe he can show us a cool trick?"

"You know that reminds me of this game that's been out for a while, phasmophobia or something like that?"

Oh Danny knew this one! Tucker had told him about the game, he himself hadn't played it but he had watched his best friend do so, they had a lot of fun joking about how the ghosts were portrayed and the tools that were available to the players.

"So what? We ask the ghost to play Hide and Seek with us?"

"Let's cease this nonsense. This is not something we should mess with."

"Oh are you scared?"

He made a show of moving the wooden piece, doing his best not to snicker out loud as he moved the piece to count down from the number 9. Letting his own powers out a little to cause the already dim light to flicker and the room to cool down several degrees.

The reaction was instant once again. Though he didn't expect them to run for hiding spaces he definitely did not expect these people to pull out their weapons and position against each other's back like they were ready for a fight. Then again they were vigilantes

The poor kid among them looked even paler. Before his count down could reach 0 he decided to not scare the poor kid more. Pulling back his powers the room's temperature normalized and the lights stopped flickering. He moved the wooden piece knowing that at least one of them was watching it in anticipation.

"J-K-S-O-R-R-Y"

"I think the ghost just apologized to us?" The RR teenager said carefully and Danny couldn't help the sheepish smile even if they couldn't see it in his invisible state.

"You know about the game?"

He moved the piece to YES.

"So you thought it was fucking appropriated to scare us like that?"

He moved the piece around and placed it back to YES before spelling out sorry again. The vigilantes shared a look and Danny decided to spell out a question.

"L-I-T-T-L-E-G-U-Y-O-K-A-Y"

"Huh? Uh yea Robin is fine." They looked confused but Danny kept his eyes on the kid. Well the poor boy still looked very pale but he also appeared to try to put on a brave front, it nearly caused a chuckle to escape the halfa.

"Can you show yourself?"

"S-U-R-E"

Not like he was really going to show himself but this was going to be fun, he thanked the Ancients that he was taking lessons with Pandora on how to manipulate his own ectoplasm. He summoned a blob of it making sure he himself was still invisible as he let the green blob be visible, forming it and making it look like a blob ghost.

The reaction was once again instant. They yelled in the chaos all he caught sounded like 'Lazarus water! Moving Lazarus Water!' Before the pale kid, Robin they said, slashed at his ectoplasm blob with his katana, essentially doing nothing to the blob of ectoplasm. The sword just went through it and Danny still holding it confused just instinctively let it reform the shape he gave it.

Danny blinked, okay now he was definitely not showing himself. "This is no a ghost but a Pit Demon!"

From the corner of the eye he saw Lady Gotham appear in the room staring at him disapprovingly and holding that ghost club she had used on Clockwork.

"I can explain, really! I was just joking with them!" He stood holding his hands up to smooth the situation, the green blob fell to the ground splashing against the Ouija Board with a loud splat. His chances of not get hit like Clockwork by Lady Gotham were becoming slimmer.

"WHO SAID THAT?!"

Shit, he hadn't used ghost speech but said that out loud.

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no cause I was thinking…. reckless driving by lizzy is so james coded!!! so I wanted to ask if you could write something inspired by it with reader being a bit insecure about loving him loudly and he’s just like a walking „I love my gf“ sign

ily I hope you are having a great day/night🫶🫶

Thanks for requesting, love you!

modern au

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

It’s beginning to frighten you how often you think of James. One of your friends will make a joke and you’ll catch yourself trying to remember it for him, or you’ll see a cute dog and want to send him a picture, or you’ll overhear a conversation in public and wish he were with you to press in close to your ear and ask Did you hear that?

It’s sort of pathetic, really, considering you’ve only been dating a few weeks. The last time you’d met up you talked about how much you both loved the thin oreos, and when you saw a pack in the store yesterday you’d almost bought it for him. Only the realization of how much your life has started to revolve around him stopped you.

You can’t be acting like James’ girlfriend. You’re only dating. It’s not like you love him—though you could, definitely, in time. But if you start doing girlfriend things, he’s going to think you are his girlfriend, and things will spiral out too fast for you to stop them. You have to dole out your affection in measured doses. Careful, controlled.

You feel James enter before you see him. He holds the door to the coffee shop open wide, letting another woman exit before he steps inside, and the cool air that comes in with him has you turning your head.

James is smiling as soon as he sees you. It’s a seemingly perpetual thing for him, this expression. You’re tempted to look out the window to the sidewalk and see if he’s left a trail of sunshine in his wake.

“Hey,” he says, sitting down across from you. “You look really lovely.”

You look exceedingly normal, but you thank him for the compliment anyway. “So do you.”

“Thanks,” James says easily, like he gets this all the time (he probably does) but appreciates it nonetheless. He starts to dig in the tote he’s hung on the back of his chair. “I’ve brought you something.”

You start to protest, but he anticipates you.

“It’s tiny, don’t worry. Here.”

He slides something crinkly across the table. It’s a pack of thin oreos.

“Oh, no way! I almost…” You look up, meeting James’ eyes as your brain catches up to your mouth. Too late, you’ve blurted. You can hardly roll it back now. “I almost got a pack for you the other day, too.”

He doesn’t seem to take your insensitivity to heart. In fact, his eyes light up. “Really! That’s so funny.” His hand remains still on the table but his fingers stretch towards yours, the barest of touches. “It was nice of you to think of me.”

Your heart slumps. “I’m sorry I didn’t get them for you, though,” you say. “We should share these ones.”

“Nope.” James leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Those are all you, love. Say, have you had a look at the menu?”

You wince. “I’ve already ordered, actually.”

“That’s alright,” he says breezily. “Back in a sec.”

He stands and gets in line, leaving you to contend with the semi-awkward silence of being in the same place yet not speaking. Right as he finishes ordering, the barista calls your name. James looks like he might grab your drink for you, but you meet him at the counter, thanking the barista as you take it.

“No problem,” she says with a smile. “Love your outfit, by the way.”

You fluster a bit at the compliment, a break from the typical coffee shop dialogue you were prepared for, but James wraps a friendly arm around your waist and beams right back at her.

“She’s got great taste, doesn’t she?” he asks, and you manage to cast a quick thanks over your shoulder as he steers you back to the table. “See, it’s not just me that thinks you look especially pretty today.”

“Oh, hush,” you say, taking your seat and looking down to stir your drink bashfully. “What’d you order?”

“Irish cream latte. Limited edition, apparently.”

“So, the sweetest thing on the menu.”

The smile spreads on James’ face. It ebbs and flows like the tide, you think, never really leaving. “You know me so well.”

The warmth in his voice makes your chest feel hollow and achy. James goes to such lengths to do nice things for you, to show you that he pays attention and thinks about you and cares, and yet when it comes to you he’s left settling for whatever scraps of affection he can get.

“James…” Your tone reveals your shift in mood instantly, and James’ head straightens the way a dog’s ears perk when it hears something alarming. “You know I want to take things slow, right?”

He nods, and when he speaks his voice is considerately softer. “Yeah, you’ve said. Do you think we’re—I’m moving things too fast right now?”

“No, just,” you wet your lips, having some trouble looking at his face, “I don’t know, I feel like I’m not being as good as you deserve. You’re such a sweet person, and I think…sometimes I feel like maybe you’d be happier dating someone who could be more all-in. You know?”

For a second, the silence is torture. Then: “Someone you’re trying to set me up with, sweetheart?”

You look up in surprise, but James is smiling again. Softer, now. Almost tentative. You find yourself mirroring him reflexively.

His knee bumps yours under the table. “I don’t mind moving slowly with you,” he says.

“Are you sure?” you ask. “Because you seem like you’re ready for more.” And I don’t know if I can manage that yet.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He takes your hand in his, and his eyes are soft, sweet caramel. He looks almost like he could love you. “If I’m coming on too strong, you can tell me, but I care about you. It’s hard for me not to be all-in, but that doesn’t mean I’m expecting the same thing from you. You seem like a sane, well-adjusted person.” James nods seriously. “Something I could use, I’ve been told.” He tries to keep the poker face when you grin, but fails in half a second.

“Okay.” You give his hand a little squeeze. “Let me know if you change your mind, okay?”

“I won’t,” he says certainly. “I always go for the sweetest thing on the menu, remember?”

You take your hand back to cover your face, and James’ laughter echoes off the walls.

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vanacoar · 1 year

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Sneaking Around - Sebastian x F! Farmer

Rating: M

Warnings: NSFW (MDNI), oral sex, vaginal sex, terrible humor, submissive Sebastian, Farmer sneaking around with the sheer purpose of fucking the emo

Word Count: 5.7K

A/N: Sebastian brain rot continues

You and Sebastian had been “hanging out” for about two months, hanging out being the term you use because despite the fact that you’ve kissed him (only once you might add) the two of you hadn’t really defined your relationship yet. However, despite the fact that labels were currently up in the air, both of you were still hesitant to let anyone else know about the amount of time the two of you were spending together. Most nights you would find yourself precariously sneaking past Robin to make your way to your not quite boyfriends bedroom, where you two would spend the night watching terrible B list horror movies and eating stupid amounts of popcorn. If Sam or Abigail asked about how you two got along, you’d always find yourselves either deflecting away from the question, or answering with a “they’re pretty cool” or “they’re fun to hang with”. It was starting to grate on your nerves.

Tonight was no different. You approached 24 Mountain Road at about 7:30 PM, knowing that by this time Robin and Demetrius were more than likely getting ready for bed, and Maru was probably locked up in her room working on her latest invention. You had about 30 minutes to get in and get to Sebastian’s room before Robin came out to lock the door, like she did every night at exactly 8PM.

You opened the door slowly, freezing when you heard it give a small squeak of resistance. Deciding not to push you luck and risk it making more noise if you opened it further, you quietly slipped through the small gap you’d made before silently shutting the door behind yourself. The house was silent save for the quiet hum of a TV coming from Robin’s bedroom. You peaked your head around the corner, making sure her door was shut before slipping around and down the stairs to Sebastian’s basement bedroom, not even bothering to knock as you opened the door and rushed inside. Looking at the time, it was 7:45, perfect timing.

Looking around, you saw Sebastian at his computer, fingers nimbly ghosting along the keyboard as he typed line after line of code, eyes trained on the screen in front of him and headphones over his ears, it didn’t appear that he had even noticed your entrance. Perfect.

You clocked Sebastian as handsome the second you saw him on your second day in Pelican Town. You were out at the dock, Willy had sent you a letter to come by that morning and you were down there to meet him. It was a rainy Tuesday, most of the town were in their right mind to stay in doors in such nasty weather, but when you got to the dock, you noticed another person there with you, across the way on the opposite bridge. His hair was dark and plastered to his slim face, he sat at the edge of the peer, one knee pulled up to his chest, the other dangling off the edge, his elbow perched on his knee, a lit cigarette in his hand that he periodically brought to his lips.

“Who’s that?” You’d asked Willy after he’d gifted you his old fishing rod. The angler looked out to the opposite peer.

“Him? Oh that’s the carpenters boy, Sebastian I think his name is. He comes out here when it rains, kid’s interesting I’ll give him that.”

You met Sebastian properly the next day, he and Sam were outside Sam’s house, the blonde working through another level on his gameboy while Sebastian looked over his shoulder, cigarette in hand. Having already met Sam on your first day, you walked over to greet him.

“Oh hey, (Y/N)!” Sam greeted you when he looked up from the screen. “What’s going on?”

“I was just picking up some stuff from Pierre, thought I’d stop by and say hello.” You replied, holding your bag of goodies from the general store. “What are you two up to?”

“Nothin’ much, playin’ some games, chatting, that sort of thing,” Sam looked over to his friend before a look or recognition crossed his face. “(Y/N) I don’t think you’ve met Sebastian.” He pitched a thumb to the dark haired boy beside him, who only offered a glance to you. “He lives like right down the road from you.”

You took the opportunity to really look at Sebastian, he was tall, at least a few inches taller than Sam, who himself was not particularly short. His hair was dark, parted to the side and a stark contrast to the fairness of his skin. He was slender, the hoodie he wore looking to be a few sizes too big on his thin frame, his face was handsome though, sharp and angular with some of the most piercing gray eyes you’d ever seen, eyes that appeared to stare into your soul. “I’m (Y/N),” you greeted sweetly. “It’s nice to meet you, Sebastian.”

“Welcome to Pelican Town,” Sebastian’s voice was low but not extremely so, it was nice. “Out of all the places you could have gone, for some reason you chose this place.” He almost seemed amused. Something in your gut told you he was interesting.

You would spend the next several months getting to know Abigail and Sam, and it took a few more months after that for Sebastian to finally begin opening up to you. Getting through his thick outer shell was hard, but you eventually managed to crack it open, exposing the vulnerable boy underneath. The boy who felt displaced in his own home, under appreciated and undervalued by his mother and step father.

Right now, you leaned against the closed door of Sebastian’s bedroom, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him work. Normally he was done with work by now, usually waiting for you on his sofa or bed, but you guessed tonight was either a late night, or he had lost track of time, the latter would be your guess. You pushed yourself off the door, quietly slinking around his desk to stand behind him, watching for a moment as strings of code appeared on the screen as he typed.

Tonight would be different. Tonight you were finally going to get a label out of him, you were tired of not knowing what you meant to him, when you knew he meant so much to you. Slowly and gently, you placed your hands on either of his shoulders, feather light touches as you smoothed them over the soft fabric of his jacket, curling your arms around his neck as you leaned down to rest your head on his shoulder.

His fingers paused on the keyboard, taking a moment before reaching up to pull the headphones from his ears, turning his head slightly to greet you, a slightly tired look in his gray eyes. You smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek. “It’s almost 8 computer man.” You said against his skin.

“It’s that late already?” He asked, glancing down at the time at the bottom of his computer screen. Quickly, he moved his mouse over to the button highlighted ‘save’, and closed his file, turning around in his chair so he could face you clearly. “Any ideas on what you want to do tonight?” He asked. His eyes were completely innocent, as was the question, your mind however, was less so.

“I’ve got a couple.” You answered as he stood from his chair, once again towering over you, walking over to a shelf to look through his movie collection to find one the two of you hadn’t already seen. Yes, you definitely had a few ideas in mind.

***

Sebastian was always so warm, you’d noticed as you laid next to him on his bed. He was practically a furnace with the amount of heat he kicked off. The two of you sat in silence as the movie played, some cheap knock off of Godzilla, the effects were terrible and the script was laughable but that’s what made it fun. It was always like this, sitting side by side, arms occasionally brushing but other than that, minimal contact between the two of you. Originally, when the two of you first started these “date nights” you though that maybe he didn’t like you the way you liked him, but then you remembered that night, looking out at the lights of Zuzu City in the distance. He’d kissed you that night, so clearly he was interested in more than just a friendship. You kept expecting him to make the first move, an arm around your shoulder one night, maybe a hand on your thigh, but no, he was ever the gentleman, every night keeping his hands to himself, it was starting to drive you up the wall. However, you had made your decision, tonight you were going to make some waves, whether those waves were good or bad, was yet to be seen, but it was time to enact the first past of your plan.

You maneuvered, feigning a desire to get more comfortable when in reality you were moving to get closer to Sebastian, encircling one arm around his front to rest at the hem of his hoodie, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. You felt him freeze for only a moment before he relaxed into it, one of his arms coming up to wrap around your shoulder, forcing your head off of his shoulder and onto his chest. Part one was a success! Now for part two, which was going to be a little more tricky.

Your fingers played with the hem of his hoodie, occasionally slipping underneath just enough for the slightest touch of skin, the first time you’d done it the poor boy jumped, your fingers were cold against his heated skin, but he didn’t stop you, instead, the hand he had wrapped around your shoulder began tracing lines up and down your side, it was hypnotizing to say the least, but you had to stay focused.

Slowly, you slipped your fingers further and further under his shirt, you felt his abdominal muscles tense as you traced patterns onto his skin, making sure to keep your face schooled, as to not let him in on your plan. He was handling it well, fingers on your side rarely faulting, even as you looked up, placing a chaste kiss on his throat. You lips lingered on his skin for a moment before you pulled away.

“Something tells me you’re not watching the movie.” Sebastian said, despite the obvious amusement in his tone, you heard the slight waver of his voice. So you were effecting him.

“I’m watching something more interesting.” You whispered agains the skin of his neck.

“Why do I feel like you’re throwing out some hints?”

“I’ve been throwing out hints for the past few months but thanks for noticing.” That got a light chuckle out of him, just a soft breathy noise.

“How could you ever be not 100% enraptured in discount Godzilla?” Sebastian joked, finally looking down to meet your gaze, his eyes were cool, but you saw the glint of interest in them, curiosity even.

“Is discount Godzilla more interesting then a willing and eager girl in your lap?”

“Well I don’t know, seeing as there is not currently a willing and eager girl in my lap.”

“So sorry, let me fix that.” You sat up, slinging a leg over his lap so you were properly straddling him, his hands immediately coming to rest on your hips as your tucked your head against his shoulder, placing another kiss on his throat.

“You’re right, this is much more interesting than discount Godzilla.” Sebastian laughed as you planted a kiss just below his ear, before sitting back to meet his eyes. “Now my only question is what to do with her.”

“I’ve got a few ideas.” You said as you leaned forward, slotting your lips with his, the first kiss you’ve had with him in months and it was intoxicating. The kiss itself was chaste, innocent, just like the first one had been. It only lasted for a few moments before you pulled back, Just far enough to look him in the eyes, those steel gray eyes that had caught so much of your attention the first time you saw them. Your hands slid up his chest to rest on his shoulders, one of your thumbs grazing over the skin of his throat, such fair skin, skin that you would love to mark all over.

You don’t know who moved first, but before you knew it your lips were back on his, a desperate kiss that had you gasping as you pulled him infinitely closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you in. You practically shoved your tongue into his mouth, earning a desperate whimper from him, a sound that went straight to your core. One of your hands came to rest at the base of his throat, pushing ever so slightly, not enough to restrict his breathing, but enough to push him back against the headboard, a gentle knock of his head against the wood.

Your other hand moved down, once again slipping beneath the hem of his hoodie to press against the hot skin of his abdomen. “Take it off?” You asked against this lips. He didn’t make a verbal response, instead only nodding as he reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. You helped him pull the hoodie up over his torso until he tossed it across the room, where to, you didn’t care right now. “Good boy.” You said before you could stop yourself. You froze for only a moment, waiting to see his reaction, but instead of rejection, you were met with a whine. A fucking whine! You knew the game to play now.

You smiled into his lips when you kissed him again, hands moving to travel over his now exposed chest. “Are you going to keep being good for me?” You all but whispered against his mouth. You felt him nod. “Use your words, Sebastian.”

“Yes.” Was all he said before you moved lower, planting open mouth kisses over his neck, starting just below his ear. You contemplated leaving a mark, nice and dark where he couldn’t hide it, so everyone would know he was taken, spoken for.

You could feel his growing erection under you, straining against the fabric of his jeans. You planted a kiss to his collar bone as one of your hands traveled south, cupping him through has pants. He hissed at the friction your hand gave him, his head once again falling back against the headboard.

“This is definitely not what I was expecting to happen tonight.” Sebastian panted out as you applied more pressure to his clothed cock. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes again.

“Do you want to stop?” It was a simple question, and if he said yes and you would, no questions or rebuttals. He was silent for all but a moment before,

“No.” You smiled as your lips found his again, your hand moving from his cock to the button of his jeans, popping it open to slip your hand inside and palm him through his boxers.

“Tell me, was it the ‘good boy’ that got you this hard?” You asked, and you swore you heard him moan.

“Among other things.” He hissed out as you wrapped your fingers around him through his boxers. You smiled, you were going to wreck this boy.

The movie was still playing in the background as you coaxed Sebastian to lay on his back, chest heaving as you pulled your hand from inside of his pants, only to hook your fingers into his waistband, pulling his jeans and boxers together far enough to let his cock spring free, precum already leaking from the tip, he was so worked up and you felt as if you’d hardly done anything yet.

Part of you wanted to pin him to the bed, climb on top and ride him until you couldn’t remember your own name, but that could wait until the next time, tonight you had a very specific plan. You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing slightly just to hear him hiss. Leaning down you placed a gentle kiss on his hip bone, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Red means stop.” You said as your hand began to move, sliding to the head of his cock. He nodded, panting as you collected the precum at the tip into your hand to use as lubricant as you stroked him, slowly at first, letting him get used to you, experimenting with different levels of grip before you started working him faster.

Sebastian brought a hand to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles to keep from making too much noise as your hand stroked up and down his length. You felt him attempt to thrust up into you hand, at which point your other one came to pin his hips to the bed, drawing out another whine from his throat. Sebastian was well endowed, a solid 7 inches, thick enough to take your entire hand, your fingertips barely meeting, staring down at his swollen cock, you couldn’t help but wonder what he tasted like.

You leaned down, flattening your tongue against the underside of the head, and he nearly wailed, would have, had he not brought his other hand to press against his mouth as well. You could tell he was getting close as your closed your lips around the head of his cock, laving your tongue over the slit, feeling him shudder beneath you. His moans got louder, higher pitched the closer he got, all the way until he was at the precipice, ready to fall, when suddenly you pulled away.

Sebastian gasped at the sudden change, nearly choking on the air, meeting your eyes, you could see the tears in his eyes. You grinned, placing a gentle kiss on his stomach. “I didn’t say you could cum yet.” You smiled as you dragged your tongue up his chest to lap at his throat, this time not hesitating to suck a mark there, marring his fair skin for all to see. He was still panting, trying to catch his breath.

“Please,” he whispered as you began your descent down his torso again, giving gentle nips to his skin along the way, until you once again reached the bones of his hips, flattening your tongue over his skin. “(Y/N), please.” You smiled against his flesh.

“Please what?” You looked up at him again, his face was flushed, pupils blown out wide with want, breath coming out in short pants.

“Please let me cum.” He said so nicely, you were tempted to give in, but what’s the fun in that?

“And how would I do that, baby?” You stroked the skin of his inner thigh, well what you could reach with his pants still in the way.

“Please touch me.”

“I am touching you, Seb.”

“No.” He flopped his head against the pillow. You smiled once more.

“You gotta be specific babe.” You started, tracing soothing circles into the skin of his hips. “Tell me.”

He was silent for a moment, seemingly choosing his words carefully. “Please touch my cock.” There it is.

“Good boy.” You said as you hooked your fingers into his waistband again, this time pulling his jeans and boxers all the way off, shoving them to the floor as you made yourself comfortable between Sebastian’s legs. You heard his whine again, his hips giving an involuntary thrust up at the praise. Your clothes felt too tight, still fully intact as Sebastian lay in front of you completely bare, spread out and waiting for you to take him. You leaned down to press a kiss to the base of his cock, ripping a choked out gasp from his throat as you dragged your tongue from his base to the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum at the head. Wrapping your lips around him once more, you took him further into your mouth, letting the tip of his cock hit nearly the back of your throat before pulling back again, dragging your tongue along the underside as you hollowed your cheeks, hand wrapped around what you couldn’t fit.

His hands found your hair as you proceeded to take him in your mouth, lavishing his cock with your tongue. The noises he made switched from moans to whines and back again as you moved your head up and down. He clasped a hand over his mouth to keep the noises from being to loud, not wanting to let the whole house know good he was being taken apart. His grip in your hair tightened as he painted your name, a litany of ‘please’ and ‘yes’ sprinkled in. He was getting close again his hips thrusting up into your mouth. You let him.

“(Y/N),” he choked out your name as you took more of him in your mouth. “(Y/N), close, so close, please, please.” He sounded wrecked, eyes shut and tear tracks down his cheeks as you sucked hard, moving just a little bit faster. You wanted to feel him cum, taste him and swallow everything he had down your throat.

Sebastian’s back arched off the bed as he came, flooding your mouth with his cum, which you happily took. He gasped soundlessly as his body tensed around you, his grip in your hair nearly painful, but sending pulsing heat to your core nonetheless.

He collapsed back on to the bed, chest heaving with the intensity of his orgasm. You let his softening cock fall from your lips, climbing up his body to kiss him again, pushing your tongue into his mouth with little resistance, smiling at his responding moan. His hands came up to wrap around your waist again, pulling your closer and deepening the kiss.

You felt his heated hands slip under your shirt, his palms flat against your sides as he slid your shirt up your torso. You broke the kiss, sitting up so you could completely remove it, reaching back and unclasping your bra, tossing it across the room. Sebastian’s eyes were glued to you, sitting up to press his lips to your chest, kissing your clavicle before moving lower, planting kisses over the curve of your breasts, one hand coming up to graze his thumb over your nipple, pulling a startled gasp from your lips. His fingers trailed deftly down your torso, fingertips calloused from years of typing, as he reached the waistband of your jeans, popping open the button and pulling the garment past the curve of your hips, along with your panties. You moved to get your jeans off of your legs, dropping them to the floor as you moved to once again straddle Sebastian’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him.

“And to think, we could have been doing this the whole time instead of watching B list horror movies.” You stated against his lips as you rolled your hips against this, his cock starting to once again so interest.

“What you don’t think discount Godzilla adds to the mood?” Sebastian joked, and you found yourself giggling into his mouth.

“Something you wanna share with the class about your affinity for Kaiju?”

“He must have a massive cock.” This time you really laughed, tucking your head against his shoulder, he smiled against your hair as his hands strokes up and down your sides. He placed a kiss just under your jaw before you found yourself on your back, Sebastian hovering over you, he leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to your lips. You gladly open your mouth for him, letting his tongue into your mouth as he settles himself between your legs.

He kissed under your jaw, trailing his lips down your throat, you felt him sucking marks into your skin, but you didn’t care. He trailed further, placing kisses down your chest, sucking a few marks onto the curve of your breasts before dragging his tongue over one of your nipples, you arched your back into his touch, which he was all too pleased about by the look of his smile when he began to continue his descent down your body. He kissed down your stomach, down to your hips, where he marked you again. He carefully pushed your thighs further apart, admiring how you were spread out before him. He latched his lips onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, pulling a gasp from your lips as he sucked another mark there, and another and another until you were sure your inner thighs were going to be black and blue by morning.

Your breathing was heavy as he inched closer to your core. “To think,” he started, propping himself on one elbow while the other hand came to brush his knuckles against your throbbing heat, a ghost of a touch, but enough to light your skin on fire. “All this time you’ve been giving me pleasure, when you were so worked up yourself.” He slipped on of his fingers through your folds, teasing just at your entrance, but never daring to push inside. You were desperate to feel him inside.

“Well you were being so good for me, how was I supposed to focus on anything else?” You felt Sebastian sigh against your thigh. You wanted to tell him to hurry up, to put his mouth on you, devour you like you knew he wanted to. Instead he proceeded to place kisses everywhere but here you really wanted him. You were about to say something when without warning he licked a strip from your entrance to your clit, making you choke on your gasp. Your hands find his hair as he does it again before focusing his attention on your swollen clit, his arms wound around your thighs, pulling your legs further apart and half yanking you down further to meet his mouth. One of your hands moved from his hair to your mouth, covering it with the back of your hand to stifle the loud noises that wanted so badly to breech from your throat.

Sebastian lapped at your core like he was a man dying of thirst and your soaked cunt was the only source of water. You thrust your hips up, or tried to, as he had your hips in an ironclad grip, arching your back as he gave a rough hard suck to your clit. “Sebastian,” you gasped out, you felt him hum against you, sending a spark of electricity up your spine. Your grip tightened in his hair. “Fuck, baby, so good, you’re doing so good.” You babbled out, barely registering the moan from the man between your legs as he pulled you impossibly closer. The room was filled with the lewd slick noises of Sebastian’s ministrations on your cunt, combined with the quiet moans and gasps that escaped your lips, muffled by your hand. You wished you could be loud, make sure he knew just how good he was working you, just how thoroughly he was wrecking you with his tongue, but you definitely didn’t want the way Sebastian’s family found out about the two of you be because they were woken up at 1 am by the sounds of their son giving the sweet farmer girl from down the road the most amazing sex of her life.

You barely contained as scream when two of his long fingers penetrated you, scissoring inside of you as he stretched you open. He thrusted the two digits in and out of you, curling them in a come hither motion that had you seeing stars. You were getting close, each lap of his tongue and curl of his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” you panted, gripping the pillow behind you for leverage as your spine arched off the bed, attempting to get closer to him, if that was even possible. “So close, baby I’m so close, fuck, make me cum.” Sebastian hummed against you again and you felt yourself fall, the coil wound so tight finally snapping as you came, hand locking over your mouth to keep your scream inside as your body tensed, your lungs spasming as you tried desperately to take in air. He worked you through it, only pulling away when you pulled at his hair. He placed kisses over your hips and up your stomach as you panted, kissing up your chest and neck until he reached you lips. Your hands tangled into his hair as he kissed you, one hand gripping behind your thigh to hike your leg up over his hip, you could feel his cock, rock hard against your core.

The movie had long since ended, the bright white words spelling ‘play’ being the only thing to illuminate the room. He gave you a minute before reaching down to align himself with your entrance, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pushed into you, making you impossibly full as your hands scrambled for purchase over the skin of his back, your nails surly leaving angry red marks over his flesh. You pressed your lips against his shoulder as he bottomed out inside of you, buried to the hilt inside your heat. You could feel him trembling above you, not daring to move just yet, you let him get his bearings while you lavished the skin of his neck and shoulder with kisses, nipping gently at his skin.

Before long you felt his pull almost all the way out, covering your mouth with his own before slamming hard back into you, swallowing your gasp. He set a steady pace, fucking into you roughly while your nails bit into his shoulders. The room was full of the sounds of gasps and broken moans as he slammed into you, one of his hands coming to grip at your hip, lifting your hips just barely off the bed, but allowing him to get so much deeper, and you couldn’t help the moan the was ripped out of your throat, although he didn’t seem to care much as he buried his head against your shoulder, nipping at your sensitive skin as he picked up his pace.

Your moans became high pitched, trying desperately to stifle the noise by sucking mark after mark onto his shoulder. “Sebastian, seba- fuck.” A litany of his name fell from your lips, panting against his flesh before he faced you again to engulf you in a breath stealing kiss. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You pleaded into the kiss.

“(Y/N),” he all but moaned as his hips stuttered. He filled you so completely, his cock hitting every spot inside of you on every thrust, the grip he had on your hip tight enough you were sure you’d have bruises by morning, and you wanted them. You were approaching the edge again and fast, as you grasped for any kind of purchase, legs wrapping tight around his waist as his pace got faster and faster. “Close,” he gasped against your lips. “So close, fuck, (Y/N).” You tightened your legs around him, pulling him as close as you could.

“Come on baby,” you encouraged him, gasping at a particularly well aimed thrust. “Cum for me, fill me with it, I want it please!” You gasped out, Sebastian choked on air as his rhythm started to stutter some more. He grasped your body tight as he came, his cum spilling into you, filling you more, you toppled over the edge with him, letting out cry as he fucked the both of you through it.

Eventually the only sounds in the room were the sounds of panting, as the two of you caught your breath, Sebastian propping himself up on his elbows as he hovered above you, before slowly pulling out of you to collapse onto his back, chest heaving.

“Wow,” he choked out. You turned to your side to look at him, his dark hair scattered, unkempt from the way your fingers had raked through it, figuring your own hair wasn’t much better. You smiled up at him as you moved to lay your head on his chest, his arm coming to wrap around you, fingertips tracing lazy patterns into your skin. “Next time we have sex, we’re doing it at your house.” You felt your heart warm at his words.

“Agreed,” you said, planting a kiss on his chest. “That way I can hear all those pretty little moans.” His responding whine sending a dulled heat back to your core.

It was quiet for a while, part of you though he had fallen asleep, you were startled when he spoke. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He all but whispered into your hair. You felt the question rise in your throat, pressing your lips to his neck when you asked.

“Why’d you wait?”

Sebastian sighed. “I don’t know if it’s hard to tell, but I’m not exactly popular with people,” he confessed, you hummed in response. “We already had something good, and I wasn’t sure if you wanted more and I didn’t want to risk it.” You lifted yourself up onto your elbow, placing a hand on his jaw to turn his head to look at you, his gray eyes meeting your own. You pressed a chaste but passionate kiss to his lips, which he responded to in kind as his other arm came to wrap around your waist.

“I want everything you have to give.” You confessed against his lips.

***

“Woah someone got lucky last night.” Sam exclaimed walking into the saloon that next night, seeing Sebastian already waiting for him at the pool table. “Who was the lucky lady… or dude, I don’t judge my best friends taste.”

Sebastian stiffened, attempting to pull the collar of his hoodie up to cover the very obvious hickie that you had left on his throat. He seemed to stumble for an answer before he was interrupted by the sound of two more entering the back room, you and Abigail rounding the corner together, giggling about who knows what. Abigail went to her usual spot on the couch, ready to watch as Sam got his ass handed to him again in pool, while you walked over to Sebastian, reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek before moving to go sit next to your friend.

Sebastian felt the flush rising up his neck, glancing up at his best friend to see an awestruck disbelieving look on his face, it would have been funny if it wasn’t directed at him.

“How the fuck did you pull-“ Same started.

“I don’t know.”

#sdv sebastian #stardew sebastian #stardew valley #sdv #sebastian x farmer #stardew valley x farmer #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv x farmer

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Fake it Till you Make It | Part 13

“Buckley residence”

“Melissa, my second favourite Buckley! Hi, it’s Steve, is Robin there?”

“Oh Steve! Yes, yes one moment, I’ll just—weren’t you on holiday with your parents aaaand—?” he’d been calling Eddie his ‘partner’ for the week leading up to the big holiday. Never dropping any names, but given he’d found a sort of second home at the Buckleys… they were relentless in finding out who he was dating.

Since it’d never be Robin.

He wasn’t falling for it, no matter how deep they’d been into flower power back in the day. If he came out, Robin would end up coming out in solidarity and he knew she wasn’t ready yet so—“Yep, calling from Chicago airport, bit of a time sensitive call” he wasn’t giving it up.

“Oop, I’ll grab her—” there was a scuffle on the line then a quick “ROBIN, STEVE’S ON THE PHONE” another quick scuffle later and suddenly

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a plane right now, Dingus?”

“I’m in Chicago! Just checkin in on my baaaaaby, how’s my little bun today? Any morning sickness yet?”

“Robin!!”

“Mom get off the phone!!”

“Hahaha I’m kidding Melissa! Can I talk to Robbie alone though?”

“Unbelievable, you kids are turning me grey.”

“You’re as beautiful as ever though!” The other line clicked off, and Robin’s snickering laughter was all that remained. “One day she’s gonna stay on just to call my bluff.”

“But that is not today, again, aren’t you supposed to be on a plane? What’s up?”

“…Okay so, hypothetically, if you were fake dating someone you… I dunno… maybe, sorta… click really well with, can laugh with, and maybe sorta like a little, would you—”

“Steven Leopold Harrington do you have a crush on your boyfriend?”

“Fake, fake boyfriend, Robbie, fake. And that isn’t my middle name.”

“You’re not DENYING it! It's not even been a DAY yet, Steve!”

“No, I’m not—well… I’d call it more an interest than a crush, but that’s why I’m calling you, what would you do?”

“Pine uselessly for years, you know this.”

“Got it, pine uselessly” He could do that. He was doing that already, sort of. He’d watched in squinty eyed rage while a newsstand cashier with a nose ring flirted with his fake boyfriend while he grabbed a drink to down during the wait between flights. It didn’t go anywhere, Eddie barely even noticed, but Steve noticed. Steve noticed everything. “You really should ask Vi—”

“NO. Listen Steve, as the kids would say, you have found an ‘ultimate cheat code’ to asking your crush out, listen closely now, don’t want you to miss it… you’re already dating him!”

“It’s fake though!” Luckily his parents were off showing Eddie a cool mural they found last time they flew through. No chance of them hearing him.

“So?! Just act like it’s real! It’s like a test, you have a week to see if you’re actually growing ooey gooeys for this guy, and at the end of it, you’ll know if you wanna keep him.” Brilliant in theory but one small hiccup

“What if he doesn’t want me at the end of the week?” The fact that he hadn’t had a solid date in forever before the scheme looming over his head and heart like a dark cloud of suffering.

“I will eat my own shoe. Trust me dingus, trust me. He’ll want you, just work that mysterious Harrington Charm I’ve heard so much about. You’re already half-way there, you get to kiss him already.”

“…Okay, it’s gotta be the real stinker shoe though, you know the one.”

“The skunk one?!”

“Yep. The skunk one.”

“But we were gonna use that on—” Kevin, they were gonna hide it in Kevin’s office after he refused every holiday request Robin put in for a month after she, very politely, shot him and his advances down, why they still had it was… a mystery. They kept forgetting to get rid of it. “Fine, the skunk one. I will eat the skunk shoe, that is how confident I am that Eddie will want you, now please go and spend time with your way cooler than you boyfriend before your parents turn him into a normie.”

“Miss you already.”

“Miss you more”

“Miss you most.”

“Hang up.”

“No you han—” she hung up, and Steve couldn’t help but laugh about it knowing that undoubtedly. She’d be laughing on her end too.

The second flight was much easier to get Eddie onto. In fact, after they spent the hour between flights milling around the terminal, Eddie led him down the gangway, hand in hand, demanding he hurry up or “they’ll leave without us, my precious little harlot!!” there was no rush, they were actually first in line at the gate in front of his own parents, whom Eddie beat to the front of the queue, dragging Steve with him, still ribbing him for the mile high club thing.

He was not going to live that down any time soon.

The flight, in theory would give him a lot of time to think though. Nine hours. In seats that were too far apart. His parents in the middle of the cabin in a semi-enclosed pod-like structure comprised of two seats and a desk between them which they both shared to work on some paperwork, and he and Eddie on opposite sides of the plane.

Which sucked. Because he couldn’t hold Eddie’s hand.

He couldn’t make sure Eddie was okay, and that alone really dug into his time to think about things, because his brain was quite stuck on the fact that Eddie was alone on the other side of the cabin likely going through it as the second flight excitement could only last so long, and that just wasn’t okay.

Eddie couldn’t even do anything to pass the time, he’d packed all but one of his notebooks in his checked luggage, Steve was pretty damn sure he'd go insane if he had to just sit there with nothing to do for a whole nine hours.

So, they teamed up. From opposite sides of the cabin, because somehow Eddie just understood what Steve wanted him to do without having to be told.

It took them a joint effort all of one hour into the flight to puppy-dog eye his parents into switching seats with them.

This allowed them to pick at each other’s ‘gourmet’ meals, Eddie stealing several of his steak fries, and Steve stealing both the last bite of his steak, and two of his orange slices, it allowed Eddie to ramble on about the D&D campaign he was plotting to send the kids through when they got back, allowed Steve to subtly plant the idea into Eddie's mind that maybe... maybe he might be interested in seeing what that looked like.

Maybe they could hold the first session at his place when his parents went away again. Plenty of room! He could watch for once, instead of ribbing Dustin for it and purposefully never getting the name of the game right.

All leading to them both settling in their reclining seats, wrapped up in blankets, facing each other's smiling faces, and falling into an incredibly easy food-coma slumber for the remainder of their flight.

Both wishing the seats were just... a little closer.

Part 15

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #do not question my airline knowledge #i have none #i'm winging it #lmao winging it... cause planes? anyway #and i dont wanna know if i'm wrong #so shhhhhhhhhhh i'm right because i say i am

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Ok if this doesn't sound like an idea you'd be interested in then disregard, i don't want to bother you 🙂 BuT! It's been itching the back of my brain since forced throuple au and creepy-apartment!ghost has compounded it so:

Forced throuple but a sort of android verse with some body snatching horror thrown in for flavor. Reader's husband (Soapy boy) dies suddenly and in their grief a lot of stuff has gone into disrepair, so they mail order an android to help around the house and with crippling loneliness. The company sends Ghost, a refurbished security model now named Simon, and he ends up being pretty helpful despite the silent brooding. Hell, sometimes that even helps as scary dog privilege so you let it slide (big mistake dumby, that android is falling for you in the process of taking care of you ohhh no-).

But maybe Ghosts old security features make him super observant (obsessive) paired with his new "fix it" code make him come to the conclusion that, actually, reader could still use her husband and mail orders a Soap-bot-3000 without letting them know :O. Watch the horror unfold as Reader wakes up one morning to her VERY NOT dead husband in bed and both Ghost and Soap acting like nothing is wrong :)))), maybe some "Simon reverts fo Ghost" too as the story progresses

this is from awhile ago (apologies, anon) and so wickedly weird and cool :)))

androids that are so realistic and bodies so malleable that they almost feel lifelike, like they're flesh and blood. you never wanted to actually give in and purchase one because you have personal qualms with the idea of something so human-looking being programmable and subservient to you; it's just always felt wrong and borderline cruel, and johnny used to concur with you when you spoke about it. that was then though. years and months and weeks before the accident.

now it's midday on a tuesday and you can't even get out of bed. there are two weeks of dishes in the sink and the lawn is overgrown and the feral cats haven't stopped by in days because you haven't had the strength to get up and feed them. your voicemail's been full for days. your sister stopped by and insisted when she saw the state of your house. "at least for a few weeks," she pleaded with you. you can always return it when you're back on your feet. she's already ordered you one from 141 Labs before she's even out the door, making you promise to give it a shot.

when you open the box, you worry that you might've ordered the wrong model. the size of the android they sent you feels out of place, like he's meant for private military companies or as a bodyguard for celebrities. not depressed accountants who can't get out of bed because their husband died two weeks ago. but it's your name on the receipt, your address. so when his blue eyes flare neon when he's first activated and all six feet and four inches of him sit up in the crate (that had to be wheeled in by two delivery men, you recall with a small amount of horror), you wait patiently to introduce yourself.

maybe this one was sent to you because of the defect. he wears a mask because the only layer of skin on his face starts from the bottom of his face down. at first you roll the mask up only to shudder at the exposed wiring and metal where cheekbones should be. you roll it back down.

he comes with a name. Ghost. that's his model, you surmise from the lengthy instruction booklet you're provided. the whole situation feels weird at first; his presence in your house always catches you off guard, even though, you suppose, it's his house now too. you jump whenever you walk into a room and he's just there, silent, so large that you nearly always think Threat first before you recognize him. maybe it's not fully your fault. he makes no effort to signal his presence, moving silently from room to room when he helps carry out the garbage or swifter the living room. sometimes you catch him staring at the photos of you and johnny that still line the top of the fireplace.

you try to be equitable, insisting that he take the guest room as his own. Ghost won't hear of it, following you into your room when night falls; ominous. you have to lock yourself in the en suite to change, heart beating away because you know he's standing just outside the door, like a cat waiting to be let in. shaking hands drag your clothes down. you stare blankly at the door while you shower, fingers twitching when you pass a washcloth over your nipples.

you think there's something wrong with you. you're sick or something. you're sick or something worse because your husband died two weeks ago and the thing in your house isn't even a human and still your stomach clenches when you think of him waiting for you in your room, knowing that you're naked behind the door. it's taboo; it's not something that's done, at least not something that's spoken about. people don't sleep with their androids. recent widows especially should not be thinking about fucking their androids.

two weeks go by. you can't even think about johnny without wincing these days.

"he was your husband."

you look up. Ghost says it like a fact, not a question. you're in the living room sorting through insurance papers while Ghost vacuums under the sofa (he lifts the corner up with just a single hand; you swallow, throat already dry). neon blue eyes zip across your face when you look over at him. you wonder sometimes what he sees there, etched into the plains of your face.

"yeah." your smile is tight, pained. "johnny."

he looks back down to the framed photo in his hand, studying it. you wish you could ask him what he's thinking about, but you worry that would be just another privacy stripped. you can't ask more of him.

"what happened to him?" he finally asks, looking up again.

you feel it catch in your throat. "he, um - he." it doesn't come out. your nose stings before you can even try to get more out. you grimace, shrug instead. you try to smile again, but it's warped, unpleasant to form much less look at. don't ask, it says, whatever you do, please, please don't ask.

"you miss him?"

you blink at him, misty eyed. "ye - of course."

his eyes are so, so blue when he stares across the room at you. it's unnerving to look at; terrifying to find yourself under his scrutinizing gaze. what do androids even think about?

"I understand." he puts the photo back on the bookshelf and walks out of the room.

sometimes you catch him watching you too intensely; rare moments when he doesn't seem entirely mechanical. you wonder if one day you'll roll the mask up and there'll be skin there suddenly, a real flesh and blood person. it feels entirely possible some days. he moves too fluidly, has his own quirks and intricacies that seem newer each day.

you don't try it. the minuscule amount of professional space between the two of you is an absolute. you worry sometimes what you'll let happen if you ever let that distance collapse. already he sleeps motionlessly in the chair beside your bed, refusing his own room. he powers down with his eyes still open, the blue flickering away to a dark grey. it's only mildly reassuring.

when you open your eyes in the middle of the night though, he stares back at you, eyes dark and sightless.

you worry sometimes that you might have made a mistake, letting your sister talk you in to this.

it's the arm tucked around your waist when you're doing the shopping, freezing for a second before the hand on your hip squeezes and he pulls you towards the fruit and veg. it's the menacing stare from over your shoulder when a man approaches you in the checkout lane, offering his condolences (an old colleague of your husband's, he says) and an invitation to dinner. you open your mouth only for Ghost to answer for you.

"No." it thrums out of him, a different modulation. you stare helplessly as the man's face goes white and he makes an excuse to leave, offering you another lame apology.

it's the hand that tugs you out of the store by the back of your shirt, Ghost's voice rumbling like he doesn't know you can hear him. saying something about how you don't need another man in your house. that you had johnny and now you have him.

#i didnt get to the soap part bc this became long...sorry #ceil writing #cod simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost/reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #ghost cod #cod mw2

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Can you write more Dilf!Toji please? 😭 I really appreciate your writing 🫶🏽

★ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘. + 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you come around and make Toji so tempted, no matter what broad he's bagging all he can think about is you: his fucking nanny .

─── ☆ notes. number one dilf toji defender here, i’m in my Anderson Paak phase as well as i’ve sadly (i know im disappointed too) fallen for a man to the point where this boy has invaded my DREAMS y’all…this is embarrassing and this fic is me coping with having an actual crush so i give you full permission to call me a simp over this .

─── ☆ length. 2.6k (23 mins) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, nanny au, dilf!toji, angsty start, fluff, minor character death, hints of depression, hookups, pining, black coded reader, you got brotha STARVING, megumi and tsumiki are toddlers in this, someone give toji a hug, vent-fic, hurt/comfort, age gap, height difference, it's always Gojo’ fault, masturbation, jealousy | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Toji would say that after becoming a parent, he could read body language pretty well. Maybe it was just part of being a single parent and having to detect when your toddlers were sprouting nonsense just to stay up later knowing it was bedtime.

From the times he believed that his little Megumi was being the perfect angel and finally grew out of his tantrum phase.

Only to turn his back and realize that he had used craft scissors to chop a chunk out of Tsumiki’s hair and was playing nice to soften his punishment, to school beatdowns and playing dumb, Toji had decided he was just a master at decoding anyone’s bullshit.

Everyone except for his own that is.

Being a single parent came with its perks, Toji loved his two little demons, and it sort of helped that Tsumiki made the most of her mother's common sense.

But dealing with his ex-wife's abrupt death, being sprung into the life of lone fatherhood, and being a successful businessman were starting to take their toll on him.

His friends were not much help. Sure, Gojo did all he could to be seen as the cool uncle, but leaving his two hyper children with a man that refused to say no to anything that they asked was like signing his children up for their possible deaths.

Geto wasn’t much better, having his own marriage and kids. You would think that the father would grow to have a bit more compassion for the children's safety. Yet every time Tsumiki and Megumi visited their brass uncle, they would always come home with new scars sprouting about how they were practicing wrestling moves with their cousins for the last ice pop.

Waking up to something different, never being able to just fill in the gaps with a routine was starting to become a bit stressful.

Not to mention going to work and having to push himself to his limits, knowing that just because he was friends and business partners with Nanami didn't mean he'd be lenient with him.

All paired with the weight of some bold secretary that he had a one-night stand and never got the clue that every time he would brush her off for paperwork didn't mean he was singling her to cling onto him more. It was bad business hooking up with one of his employees Toji knows.

If anything, the woman had taken him at just the right opportunity when he was at the lowest moment of his life. Right after his wife's death, he had fallen behind on just about everything to the point where he would lean into any sense of comfort that reminded him of that faded memory he wanted to keep dear to his heart.

So there he was after hours with a woman's thigh over his shoulder moaning out his name as if it were a prayer, and he had realized that right after it was all a mistake, which was kind of a shitty thing to note as she was standing right in front of him pulling up her panties.

He just can't do it again, out of respect for her but also for himself. The last thing he wanted to do was entangle himself in another situation that would take more time away from his kids.

Not that he considered the woman to be pestering, but he wasn't a teenager anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was handle his stress by sticking his dick in the first woman he considered attractive, all because he had trouble bottling up all his emotions.

Toji's hatred for all the lingering eyes in the office—sure, Toji thought himself handsome—the proof was the number of relationships he had in his younger days.

There was something wrong with people finding him attractive and wanting something from him when he genuinely felt like his entire world would collapse on top of him if he stopped moving.

As if he stopped overworking himself that he would be like one of those sharks that had to keep swimming or else they would fucking die. It was ironic how stupidly afraid Toji was at the thought of leaving his children alone in the world with both of their parents gone.

It was fear, having that parental fear for something every waking morning worrying every second that something could happen to children all because he could notice one little thing or he hadn't paid enough attention.

Sure, he was being a hovering parent—call it what you want—but Toji would rather be that than a father who would spend his free time sleeping around with several different women. Never wanting to have to explain to his children that none of the women he slept with could compare to the relationship he had with their mother.

So he didn't. No more attachments. No more romantic anything, let alone bringing a woman home.

It was the secretary's fault. She was a beautiful woman with long hair and a cute, petite figure, and she allowed him to fold in any position that he wanted against his desk.

All that just makes Toji feel more guilty, or more worried, as if this choppy relationship that he had with this poor woman, whose name he would always forget yet who would practically scream out his, would just blow up in his face.

What if she wanted something more serious?

What if Nanami found out that he was banging one of the employees?

What if he got fired because he couldn't keep it in his pants?

What if he lost his main source of income and couldn't provide for his kids anymore?

All of those worries were just added stress, crowding his plate until he couldn't carry it anymore, and after a few years of bottling it all up until he couldn't anymore, he finally decided to reach out for help.

Little by little, of course, he would actually tell his friends how he felt when they asked, spend more time letting Megumi and Tsumiki be actual kids, letting them hang out with their friends, and worry just a bit less whenever they would visit their younger cousins at Geto’s place.

He had even accepted Gojo’s idea of hiring a babysitter, but of course, the blonde’s intentions for such an offer were dual-minded.

Thriving on about how he should hire some smoking hot lady, to have some eye candy around the house to fuel some busting fantasies to break his dry spell.

Toji was quick to dismiss that idea for a variety of reasons, one of which was that he had hired you. You were a clumsy young girl who just needed a side hustle to pay for some of your college classes, accepting his twenty-dollar an hour ad despite the fact that it was the lowest pay sandwiched between the obviously more wealthy families looking for someone to look after their kids so they didn't have to on the boogie nanny seeking website.

At first, the idea of leaving his children alone with you was a terrifying thought. The impression that you gave him during the interview was more than enough to fuel his worries after seeing you stumble out of your car and get your jacket in the car door, dense to the point where you had face-planted into his back during the house tour, too busy gawking at the many bathrooms to pay attention to where you were supposed to be walking.

Your genuinely bubbly personality around the children is what saved you from going broke. Sure, you were a little naive when it came to some of the things that you lied about on your resume, but the thing that Toji liked about you was that you just seemed to handle yourself so well despite not knowing at all what you were doing. If anything, he admired how you had managed to keep yourself alive despite running through life so differently than he would.

You were quick to gain his trust, in fact, quicker than anyone has ever in his entire life. He felt his feelings were mostly biased given that his kids had practically attached themselves to you throughout the months of being their nanny.

It was only natural for them to grow so close to you with how much Toji had to work, but what Toji hadn't expected was for you two to form some sort of friendship as well.

It started off pretty odd, with Toji coming home to find you have the kids tucked in for the night and spread out on his living room couch watching so many movies on his HBO Max account that he forgot he even had.

You were a pretty chatty person, and he had learned to notice how you could go from being so silent that he would forget you were even there to the point of talking about anything within your wide range of interests that Toji had never heard of.

In all honesty, Toji loved that about you—how you could introduce him to new things that he hadn't gotten around to understanding all because he was too busy being a workaholic.

His new favorite part about coming home was just to talk to you, or at least listen to your rant about some silly little show, or make him listen to one of the new songs you had become obsessed with.

And before he had known it, Toji actually felt warmth in his household again, all because of some kind-hearted nanny who had managed to break down all of his walls.

It was almost strange how someone so opposite to him, someone so minor, could have managed to make his life change for the better.

And then it got a little bit more strange.

Life had been going so well for him that sometimes those days would just blend together. There would be times at work when he had wished for his entire office building to crumble to dust just so he could get out of work early for the day, but even after those shifts, he would come home to you, and suddenly that swallowing dark hole in his chest would actually start to feel whole again.

He had just gotten so used to using you as his personal happiness dispenser that when you managed to wiggle into his life more and more, he even introduced you to his main group of friends. His mood was ruined when he saw Gojo's eyes practically glow at the sight of you during Tsumiki's birthday party.

Toji hadn't understood why it had bothered him so much, seeing his best friend become too chummy with you.

If anything, knowing Gojo’s history of charming the pants off of any attractive woman, he could have prepared him enough to know that you too would soon enough fall victim to at least one of his friends, but there was just something so uncomfortable about hearing Gojo drown you in compliments.

It was as if something had clicked, and suddenly you weren't just the full-time nanny anymore, but the beautiful young woman that he had suddenly noticed was so pretty, and that alone made Toji feel like such a fucking creep.

Maybe it was because you were closer to his children's age than his or the fact that every time you would change your hair every other month, he would imagine his hands tangled in your braids, how he would think about holding the locs away from your face to get a better view of you between his legs.

It was all so fucked, your now normal image of him all screwed over all because of Gojo and his ability to turn anything sexual. Toji had felt just a little better pinning the blame on someone else, thinking that maybe it would ease his guilt for getting so hard thinking about you late at night.

You would be just downstairs asleep in the living while he laid down on the other side of the house in the comfort of his four walls, pressing his face into his pillows with an erection hard enough that he was convinced it was harder than bricks.

For the first time in a while, it wasn't anything work-related taking up all of his attention, but instead the fucking nanny he hired. The pretty nanny who was in college, who was closer to his children's age than his, the nanny with the glossed lips that he had to hold back from wanting to taste which flavor it was she was wearing now.

His lovely nanny, whom he wished to strip naked piece by piece to pay close attention to every dip and curve in her figure. He wanted you naked as the day you were born, spread across his mattress, lips parting only to say his name and his name only.

It was a dangerous thought, one that often led to Toji revealing himself with a rabbit hole of thoughts about you in any situation his mind could imagine.

It was even more crude—wrapping his hand around his dick and thrusting his hips up into his hand, thinking about the same woman who was just a staircase away, masturbating as if he were a teenage boy and not a man with two kids asleep in just the room across the hall.

He blamed everything on Gojo, it was all his fault that you have suddenly seemed so fucking unforgettable. How could you suddenly be all he could think about with all his sanity thrown out the window for some nanny?

His pretty nanny.

You were so beautiful, with full lips, a dark complexion, and brown eyes that managed to look so appealing despite being so boring. Your expressions make you so easy to read.

The way your brows would pull together whenever you were confused, how the ends of your lips would quirk with every joke, how your personality managed to be so welcoming.

You stood tall, your head just below his shoulder, average height but so short in comparison to his towering figure.

How bad Toji just wanted to scoop you up into his arms and bury his face into your neck, the same neck where he wanted to leave as many marks as he possibly could against your brown skin.

The thought doesn't help Toji’s aching dick at all. How bad he wants to suck little marks into your soft flesh, leaving dark little marks wherever he can against your body.

It was a possessive thought, having you covered in his teeth marks and love bites, waiting for the next guy to dare to even make a move on you.

He wonders how soft your thighs feel and how nice they would feel wrapped around his waist. He lets his hand do the majority of the work, his fingers rough around his length, causing a groan from the friction.

Toji’s fantasies about you play out quite beautifully in his mind, so perfectly, in fact, that he struggles to keep himself silent.

Which was a new thing for him given that Toji wasn’t usually very vocal during sex, not even the best blowjob that he had ever gotten would he give anything but a few grunts yet there he was fisting into his fist to keep himself from whimpering out so pathetically.

Humping his hand to the point where he had to cover his own mouth, he finished all over himself, strings of cum shooting all over his chest to his shirt. He was too caught up in his own bliss to care about the sad mess he created.

Toji thought you were beautiful. He thought you were so perfect to the point where even the simple thought of you made him so happy.

You, his nanny, were the realization that settled in his mind after his high.

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auteurdelabre · 6 months

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Code Broken (4/5) SERIES dark!Joel x f!reader

Summary: After your last horrible interaction with Joel you run into him months later. Things don't go as expected.

Rating: 18+ (

Word Count: 3.2

Warnings: This is a very dark!Joel fic with lots of dubious consent. Yes, the f!reader gets into it eventually but I believe y'all can see how its dubious. Unprotected p in v sex, coming on v, semi-public sex, desk sex, rough sex.

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Chapter 4: I will Survive

You barely make it through the night.

You've begun packing, throwing your clothes into a duffel before the sun cracks through the sky.

For the next two months you stay at Trish's. In her guest room that will soon become the babies room. It's decorated in blues and greens and feels peaceful.

You tell her that your home needs repairs. That you need somewhere to stay. Cliff is so kind to you, never making you feel like a burden.

"When do you think the repairs will be done?" Trish asks you one morning, sounding strained and you can tell your visit is rapidly becoming overstayed.

"Funny you mention that, because it's actually finished tomorrow," you chirp happily. "Just found out."

Despite the community's size you haven't run into Joel. You overheard rumors that he has left for a few months on some mission with Tommy, but you never care to check the veracity.

You don't care. You never want to see Joel Miller again.

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It's April before you do.

He's returned after months away. He looks leaner, his hair longer, it curls at the back. You catch him leaving his house just as your walking up to yours.

You both lock eyes and go still. He blinks rapidly, his mouth parting slightly when all of a sudden you hear Tess call your name and you flinch.

She gives you a short wave which you return weakly before she walks up to Joel with a strained smile.

You dart into the house, feeling Joel's eyes on you the whole time.

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When you have Trish over one night and she sees Joel walking into his house she tells you that Tess and Joel aren't together anymore.

"She's with some guy across town," Trish tells you as she strokes her swollen belly one night over at your place. "Has been for a while. Does patrols with him."

You realize it only took so long to notice because you willed yourself not to think about that house or its inhabitants.

"Makes more sense to me than grumpy ever did," Trish says with a wave towards his place.

You nod but Trish has adopted a frown and her eyeline is wet. Ever since she's been pregnant she's been more emotional.

"But now he's all alone again."

'"Maybe he deserves it," you answer tightly.

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In early June there's an unexpected heat wave that has all sorts of insects popping up.

You talk with your coworkers and they tell you the horses will need blankets to keep them protected. Midges, one of the women tell you. Midges are horrible for those baby foals.

You're in charge of delivering them that warm afternoon, your hair sticking to your temples as you round the barn.

Markus is there tethering some of the horses. He smiles when he sees you arrive, waving and ushering you into the large office to cool down.

It’s nice in here, a large desk and window with chairs that smell like fresh pine. They must have been carved here because they are so ornate, so delicate to have been moved from place to place.

"I like your dress," Markus offers with a shy smile as he passes you the metal water bottle he carries everywhere. You take a grateful sip before pushing it back to him.

"Oh," you thank him, fingering the skirt of the dress with its warm butter yellow color and sweet hand embroidered daisies. You motion to the blankets in your arms.

"Just dropping these off before I head home."

"Perfect," Markus takes some of the pile from you gratefully. "The new babies are gonna love 'em. The midges are brutal this year."

"Happy to help."

Another figure strides into the building, shaking the bag his shoulder as he enters, speaking gruffly.

"Fucking hot out there. Gonna need extra water for the foals. And something to cover 'em with."

It's Joel Miller.

Of course it is.

"Good timing," Markus laughs in Joel's direction before motioning to you standing there with the blankets in your arms. "She just brought a bunch of blankets for them."

Joel stills as his focus moves to include you. He holds himself stiffly, trying not to draw attention to his sudden behavioral anomaly. You're hidden behind Markus, not wanting to be seen by Joel.

"Uh, Nightshade needs to be tied up," Joel finishes lamely, his words drifting off when he sees how close you are to Markus.

"Already done."

Joel glances at the bundle of blankets that are still in your arms then casts a sharp look at your face. You drag your eyes away, forcing them to Markus.

“Thanks for the water.”

Joel moves into the cramped office in the back of the building, his wide shoulders flexing under his t-shirt as he goes. You do your best not to follow his frame as it leaves.

"It's nice to talk to ya,' Markus says, turning back to face you. "Feels like it's been a while. Miss us all hangin' out."

You see Joel stopping at the door of the office, reaching to grab something on the wall. You try your best to ignore him.

Despite the fact that Markus and you aren't dating, you realize it must not look that way to Joel.

"Same here." You feel your pulse picking up a bit. "I'm happy the baby is here safe and healthy. Just not happy that it came so early we didn't have a proper send off party."

"There's always the wedding next month," Markus suggests. "You better save me a dance."

You can feel Joel's glare from here.

"Only if you don't mind being seen in public with the worst dancer in Jackson City," you laugh. Your voice is cheery and you're smiling warmly, but the chill of Joel's glare is going through you.

You make a move to leave, anxious to be away from him. But Markus taps you gently on the wrist, forcing your attention back.

"I wanted to know if you were around for a drink tonight." Markus says abruptly, his voice lowered so Joel can't hear.

He winds rope around his palm and bicep, looking to you expectantly. You're confused at the intensity in Markus' face.

"Should we invite -"

"Just you and me."

His reply surprises you. After the incident in your bedroom with Markus back in December you two haven't been alone together. Haven't spoken about it and that's suited you just fine.

You'd just thought about it as a onetime fling for the both of you. But judging by the way Markus' gaze is drifting down your body he's hoping for a repeat performance. And why not? You're both single, both attractive. Why shouldn't you give into those carnal desires?

"I thought maybe we could hang out at your place after," Markus says softly. "Only if you want."

You feel your cheeks pink at the confirmation. You can see Joel in your peripherals busying himself. You wonder how much he's heard and then decide you hope he's heard it all. Fuck him.

"Sure. I'd love to."

"Yeah?" Markus looks both relieved and excited. "Pick you up at eight?"

"Sounds great."

"Markus!" Joel barks sharply from inside his office. "Last time I checked animals die when they're dehydrated."

Markus ducks his head bashfully. "Sorry Joel! On it!"

You watch him give a pleased smile that rouges his cheeks as be begins filling up the water pails. Markus moves past you out into the stables, the door shutting behind him.

Then it's just you and Joel. He's in the office writing, you can hear the scratch of the old ballpoint. You consider just leaving but you hate how he just treated Markus. And if you don't stop it now, it'll just continue.

You march into his office with the bundle of blankets.

"Couldn't give them water yourself?"

"It's his job," Joel replies.

"You know what I mean." Your tone is cool and even. "Shouting at him like that? Ordering him around?"

"I wasn't. You must be reading into things. You're good at that." He lets the pen fall onto the desk at that. "You're not actually going out with him are you?"

"Why do you care?"

Any amusement in Joel's eyes is gone. "Gonna let him fuck you?"

You bite back a scathing comment and instead you throw the bundle of blankets you've been holding onto his desk. His notes go fluttering everywhere.

"Tell the group if you need more," you spit. "I'll get Mary to drop them off next time."

Joel's cheeks have gone red, his jaw ticking at her clenches his teeth. You knew messing up his desk would piss him off and you're pleased. But his eyes aren't hard, they're impossibly heated and they're trailing over your dress, exposed now that you've dropped the fabric onto his desk.

You can almost hear the sound of his brain buffering when he realizes what you're wearing.

The yellow sundress with embroidered daisies. And you’re taken back to months ago, standing outside the Tipsy Bison with Joel looking uncharacteristically earnest as he spoke.

“Do you remember what you were wearin’ that night?”

“No”

“Dress. Yellow with little flowers. You could see your tits through the fabric, hard nipples 'n all. You kept bumping into me, your skin all smooth. I couldn't stay there beside you the whole movie. Not when you looked like that. Not when all I could think about was fucking you.”

You don't have enough time to react. He rises up from behind his desk, stalking in your direction before he kicks the door behind you closed.

"Joel what-"

He large hands go to your shoulders and he brings down the straps of your dress harshly, tugging the top down and freeing your naked breasts to the air. You gasp.

"I was mad at myself for wantin' you so bad. Wanted to punish you for makin’ me want you.”

Your nipples crinkle under his tongue, his hands cupping your breasts, kneading them between licks and sucks to those straining nubs.

Anything you were about to say is erased. Gone from your mind and replaced with the sensation of Joel's mouth on you. He sucks, tongue laving at you as shots of electricity pull through your body, tugging at your navel.

Your hand is at the back of his neck, tangled in his curls, urging him to take more. To suck and taste and lick. You tilt your head back, exposing the column of your throat.

But then he stretches and takes you by the elbow, whirling you around to face away from him. With a sharp movement he clears his desk completely, sending blankets and paper and pens sailing to the ground before bending you over it.

He bunches your dress up to your hips before tugging down your panties.

"You're fucking cruel," Joel grunts and you can hear him fumbling with his belt buckle and zipper. You know he's not going to be patient when you feel his cock being slotted against the seam of your cunt.

"You knew what you were doing," he grunts as he thrusts up into you causing your body to jolt. "You knew the minute you put on that dress."

You moan by way of reply because right now he feels so fucking good. He's got one hand braced between your shoulder blades, holding you down and propping your ass at an angle so you can best take his cock through your swollen and dripping folds.

He feels so right between your thighs and you never want him to stop. You don't care that he's a bastard. You want him, you need him.

"Tried to make me feel bad all those months," Joel is mumbling through hisses of pleasure. "Acted like you didn't want me."

"I didn’t"

"Well she did," Joel growls, sliding his fingers over your clit. Tingles shoot their way through your entire body.

You moan at the desire clouding his voice like smoke. You’re nodding, gasping "Yes" over and over like a prayer.

"You let me taste paradise and took it away," Joel growls as he fucks you. "Ignored me. Let me believe you didn't want me."

"I don't want you," you gasp, your cheek biting into the wood of the table.

“Yeah you do," Joel says as he licks his lips. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here letting me fuck you on my desk with a pussy so wet she's already left a puddle."

"I'm not --"

"If you hated this you wouldn't be tryin' to keep quiet so your little boyfriend doesn't hear me fucking you."

"Not my b-boyfriend," you argue without power behind your words. You don't care about Markus. All you care about is coming on Joel's cock.

"Good ,"Joel rasps, pulling at your hair and causing you to arch back off the table. "Cuz he hasn't been fucking you right. Maybe he needs some lessons on satisfying you because I know how much you love taking cock."

You're trying to formulate a reply but you're boneless, your body jolting with every thrust. He feels so good, his fingers working your clit as he slams into you. He's nudging your feet apart with his boots so he can fuck you deeper.

"Or maybe I'll just get you to make deliveries here every week," Joel grunts into your ear, his hips slapping into your ass loudly. "Then I'll make you suck my cock under my desk while I have a meeting with your boyfriend. How does that sound?"

You're moaning at the thought of it. You hate that this taboo acknowledgement is turning you on so much.

"You like that?" Joel is pounding you harder now, his movements severe. His hips snack against your bare ass as you take his cock deeper. The desk jumps a little with each thrust.

"You like the idea of bein' fucked in secret, pretty eyes? My dirty little secret?"

The pleasure of his words and his cock is rolling you over the edge. He feels so perfectly there filling you so wonderfully. He’s jerked you back to him, his tongue licking at the pulse of your neck.

"You locked your window," Joel rasps, nipping your chin. "Why’d you keep it locked?"

"I was mad at you," you answer through grunts.

"Liar," Joel hisses at you, his cock thrusting in and out, grazing your clit. He forces you back over the desk, bending and accommodating his girth as his hips shifts against the meat of your ass. "Tell the truth."

"I was . .. scared."

"Of what."

"Of you."

A swift palm comes to strike your ass cheek. Not hard, not painful, but surprising.

"Truth," is all he says before his palm rubs over where he slapped. He's pulling you back against his cock, fucking you still.

"I was afraid Tess-"

Another smack to your ass. "Try again."

"People breaking in -"

Another smack. And another one when you try another lie.

"Cuz if I left it unlocked I knew you were gonna use it," you finally admit, your face flushed and your eyes wet. "And I wasn't gonna be able to say no."

"There we go," Joel soothes, rubbing his palm along your flanks. His thumb comes to your chin, tilting your head back so your eyes are on him. "You want me to use it, don't you?"

"No," you lie, your hips moving in tandem with his. You're close, so close to that bliss..

"Fucking liar," Joel growls lowly.

Then he pulls from you viciously and you cry out, immediately missing the sensation. He whirls you around to face him before shoving you up onto the desk. He steps between your parted thighs with your legs on either side of his hips and his cock is slipping into you again. You hold his shoulders, bouncing against him and biting your lip to keep from moaning.

"You walk around in this fucking dress, throwing yourself anyone but me?" Joel is panting as he glares down at you, his thumb circling the pearl of your clit as you arch against him. "I already told you this cunt is mine. No one fucks it but me."

"Not yours-" you're slurring.

"She's mine, baby" Joel assures you, pulling out savagely and then realigning himself up at you entrance. "Just look how she takes me."

You hate yourself for looking, but you do. You look down the length of your body and watch as Joel's beautiful cock slides into you. Its wet and thick and so fucking gorgeous. But it's Joel's eyes, his big beautiful blackened eyes half-lidded and smirking down at you that has you squirming with pleasure.

"Joel," you whimper. "Feels..."

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

His voice so soft and smooth. You nod, your body jerking with every deep thrust.

"Cuz this cunt is mine, isn't she, pretty eyes?"

You nod again.

"You gonna let that boy touch my cunt?"

You shake your head.

"Gonna let him fuck your mouth?"

Another shake of your head.

"Use your words."

"Only you."

He smiles serenely at you, his hips shifting and circling. He extends this pleasure, watching your face as you groan out his name, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"Atta girl," Joel coos.

Your body is tingling as your orgasm hits through you like a warm bath, spreading through every part of your body, making you tremble and whimper, making a mess where the two of you remained joined, Joel’s cock still.

"Oh yes, baby," Joel croons as he watches you spasm on his cock. "Feels so good doesn't it? I always know how to make you feel good."

When you come down he pulls himself out with a long grunt and begins to stroke himself in earnest.

"Where do you want it?"

Still panting you look up at Joel with a dazed smile. He watches you lean back until you're laying with your spine flush on the desk. You spread your legs for him there, putting yourself on full display for him.

He makes a low groaning noise, murmuring about her can't wait to taste you again as you're sliding your palm down your abdomen, your second and middle finger coming to part the glistening lips of your pussy to him. You look up at him through your lashes, smiling.

"There?" Joel chokes out, his eyes fixed on the delicious sight of your soaking cunt exposed lascivious for him.

"Yeah," you say with a sigh, tilting back. "Right there."

"F-fuck-k," he chokes out, his eyes fixed between your legs. "She wants my come."

"She does," you whimper, parting your thighs further.

Joel's hand is a blur, pumping and circling.

"Mark my pussy with your come, Joel." You beg, your hands pressing your thighs open to the desk. "She's yours."

He gives out a garbled grunt as he comes, thick ropes hitting your thighs and cunt, decorating you with his spend as you murmur your desire for more and more.

He's panting above you, one hand still braced on the desk. He watches you laying there looking up at the ceiling with a small smile on your face.

With one of the blankets he cleans you up the best he can, tucking himself away and then he grins, reaching for you and pulling you to sit atop the desk. He's still in the vee of your legs but he brings your dress down, covering you.

You look at him questioningly. This is usually the part where he leaves. The silence. Instead his eyes are warm and one of his hands comes to cup your cheek.

"So perfect," he says moving his face towards yours. You know he's about to kiss you and you tilt away from him. You two don’t kiss. Not really. He looks irritated until he sees the tears gathered along your lash line.

Joel's other hand goes to cup your other cheek and he gently cranes your face towards his.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m horrible,” you whisper, sniffling.

"How are you horrible?"

"Because I don't do things like this," you explain through sniffling. "I don't have sex with perfectly nice guys in windows so other guys can jerk off to it. I don't let strangers fuck my mouth and come on me and then have them go down on me and act don't care if I see them again. I don’t hate someone and then let them fuck me like this. I don't fuck men in relationships."

"I'm not with-"

"But you were and we did."

"It was my fuck up," Joel tells you in a rumble. "Not yours. You went along with it but I never shoulda done it. Not when I was with Tess, not when I knew how I felt about y-"

He stops abruptly seeing that you’re shaking your head, tears beginning in earnest.

"Pretty eyes don't cry, please."

It's the first time he's used the nickname outside of a sexual activity between the two of you and it startles you to staring up at him.

"Please," he all but whispers. He's so close you could count the freckles along his lean neck.

"Stop," you insist, wrenching from him.

Joel stumbles back as you push him from you. You throw yourself from the table and stride from the room out into the barn, slamming the door before he can say another word.

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The Outlaws (Outlaw!Joel Miller x f!reader) - Chapter 2

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pairing: Outlaw!Joel Miller x f!reader

rating: T (eventual E 18+ MDNI)

wc: 1.7k

summary: Wanted for murder with a bounty on your head, your only hope of escaping the Pinkerton detectives is an outlaw named Joel Miller and his sidekick Ellie. But Joel has other plans for you.

tags: old west au, enemies to lovers, grumpy Joel, handcuffed together, period/genre/canon typical violence, alcohol, morally grey characters, reader has backstory, no use of y/n

authors note: Posting this today in honor of act ii. Yeehaw. As always, thank you @ezrasbirdie for the beta and support in this (you really need to tell me to stfu about these two) and in life.

Joel once took Sarah to see PT Barnum’s Greatest Show on Earth. Each ticket cost him two quarters. She pulled him by the hand past the tents with Tom Thumb and the giantess, straight to the exhibition of wild animals. There were all sorts of exotic animals in the menagerie– giraffes, elephants, snakes. You remind him of the tiger. Beautiful and cunning. Fierce. Dangerous unless it’s kept under lock and key.

Which is why he’s grateful he kept these old shackles in his saddle bag.

You’re in a friendlier mood once camp is set up and a rabbit is roasted on a spit. He knows it’s a rouse, that you’re still spitting mad and hoping to slit his throat in the night. On that train, you were the demure damsel in need of a rescue. Soon as he put that cuff on your wrist, you turned into a fire breathing dragon.

You can be as mad as you’d like. You’re no match for his strength or his revolver.

They sit around the fire, Joel and Ellie propped against their saddles. It’s a cool evening, a steady breeze blows off the river. The stars paint the purple sky and the cave is illuminated with the orange glow of a fire. There’s plenty to celebrate. Though, even when they score a good amount of money, gold pieces, and get away without a scratch, Joel never feels much satisfaction. Despite his personal quandary, it would be a beautiful night, really, if Joel weren’t sitting there waiting for you to do something foolish.

He can tell you’re meditating on some new escape plan, knows better than to look at you too long. A girl like you, pretty and with that sharp mouth, is the type that knows how to use her womanly wiles. You’re desperate enough to try just about anything and he’s not giving you the chance.

You must think he’s stupid enough to fall for it too. He reluctantly passes you his flask and, after you drink, you wipe your wet lips with a seductive finger.

Ellie’s being a real chatterbox, recounting each moment of the robbery as if she’s writing her own nickel weekly and peppering you with questions. He’s not surprised she’s taken a liking to you. There aren’t too many of the female persuasion out here. Maybe she can see some of Tess in you. He doesn’t. Tess was always calm and controlled. And when she was angry, she never fucking spit at him. In fact, he resents you for making him think about Tess at all.

“Ten thousand dollar bounty, huh?” Ellie asks you. “What’d you do?”

Joel’s seen more than a few people running from the law but none of them look like you. You’re no Annie Oakley.

“My sweetheart was fooling around with my sister so I killed em both,” you say.

“Really?” Ellie asks.

“No,” you say.

“What was it really?” she tries again.

“Leave it,” Joel says.

He’d be just as cagey about his past. Outlaws don’t live by any code but if they did, questions like that would be frowned upon.

Ellie grumbles at him.

“I’ve got ten on me too,” she tells you.

“Your daddy must be proud,” you say, looking to Joel.

They respond in unison— “He’s not my Pa,” and a “I ain’t her daddy.”

You do a lousy job suppressing a smile.

“So this is the infamous Miller gang? Ain’t much of a gang if you ask me,” you say.

Joel grinds his molars.

“We used to be a proper one. Most of ‘em are in prison now. And then we lost Tess to a bout with fever. And Tommy left,” Ellie recounts.

“Who’s Tommy?”

“Nobody,” Joel says same time as Ellie tells you, “His brother.”

You look Joel up and down.

“That’s enough yakking for tonight,” he says. “I’m turning in. C’mon.” He pulls the chain.

Ellie laughs. “I should warn you. He snores something awful.”

You scoff. “Is this some kind of ploy so you can wake up on top of me?” you protest.

Joel’s patience is wearing thin. He’s got half a mind to turn you loose and let the wolves deal with you.

“You can quit the belly aching, missy. I ain’t taking that thing off til you’re with the sheriff in Jackson.”

“You’ll wear him down eventually,” Ellie encourages.

“Ellie, go to sleep,” Joel orders.

She rolls her eyes.

“What if I got to use the privy?” you ask.

“Hope you like company,” Joel says.

You huff.

“You at least going to give me a blanket? Cold out here,” you say.

Joel’s only got one in his bed roll, a beautiful Pawnee blanket he bought off a trader from Kansas woven with geometric patterns. He knows it would be gentlemanly to let you sleep with it but you’re no lady.

He sighs as he hands it over. You wrap it around your shoulders with a self-satisfied look on your face.

“Anything else I can do for you, missy?” he says with mock cordiality.

“You can stop calling me missy,” you say.

“G’night, missy,” he says.

It’s not your best plan. But just because it’s simple doesn’t mean it won’t work.

First step, you wait for Ellie and Joel to fall asleep. The girl takes a while. She’s got a dime novel with a cowboy on the cover that she flips through as the flames die down. You watch her through your cracked eyelids, pretending to have already drifted off yourself.

It’s hard to tell if Joel’s out. He uses his saddle as a pillow and you’ve positioned yourself on the other side of it, your arm outstretched so you don’t have to be too close to him.

He murmurs to himself. You strain to catch what he’s saying. At first, there are words you can understand. The name Sarah passes his lips. But then you hear him make a sound you can only describe as a whimper.

It gives you pause. You’ve never been a nurturing type but it pulls at your heart strings, almost makes you want to put your arms around him. You imagine a hurt puppy inside that big, snarling dog of a man.

His sharp silhouette is highlighted in the amber glow of the campfire. It’s a shame he’s such a mean son of a bitch because he really is easy on the eyes. Then he rolls over. His unexpected motion nearly twists your connected arm out of its socket and you bite your tongue to keep from swearing. That bastard has you chained up like a dog. You do all you can to control your temper, swearing soundlessly. You can’t afford to wake him.

You wait a long while, listening to him grunt and snore. Once you’re sure he’s good and asleep, you move.

It’s a process. You begin by flexing your wrist. An innocent gesture that could be explained by sleepy twitches. He doesn’t stir.

Eventually you feel bold enough to inch towards him, pulling the chain carefully along the ground. You crawl on your belly until you’re in front of him, then you dare to lift your hands up.

The chain clinks against the buzz of the night insects and you swear it’s so loud you hear it echo off the mountains. You hold your breath, wide eyed, every muscle in your body taught.

Joel doesn’t wake. He might be pretending but his chest still rises and falls slowly. Either he’s a hard sleeper or he’s deaf. Might be a little of both. You’re always tired after the rush of a big score.

Ellie hasn’t woken up. Her eyes are closed, mouth hangs open. Down for the count.

You flex your fingers before you begin the next step, lick your lips and take a steadying breath.

You’ve picked pockets before. Never tried it on a sleeping man, though. You keep your touch light, delicate, unbuttoning his waistcoat with one hand. It falls open for you and you can’t help but smile.

The key to the handcuffs is tucked in the inner pocket. You saw him put it there. All you have to do is lift it out, unlock the cuff, and you’re a free woman. What you’re going to do after that, all alone in the middle of god only knows where, you’re not sure. But that’s not of material importance until you have that key.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip and you move slower than molasses in January, easing your first two fingers into the little pocket. Your fingertip connects with metal and your heart jumps. Pinching the ringed end, you hold on and pull. It’s awfully heavy.

Because it’s not the key at all. You’ve fished a pocket watch out of Joel’s vest. Damn it. It’s a dainty little thing— fine gold with intricate scrollwork engraved on the back. The face is all busted up and it doesn’t seem to be ticking. Most importantly, though it’s not a key. You need that goddamn key if you want to get—

The unmistakable click of a gun being cocked makes you freeze. Joel’s awake, dark eyes shining in anger. You’ve had guns pointed at you on a number of occasions but still it makes your blood run cold.

“The hell are you doing?” he asks.

“You’re dreaming,” you tell him.

He doesn’t think that’s cute. The scowl on his face just deepens.

“Alright,” you say, raising your hands in surrender.

You put the watch back in place and crawl back to your spot.

“Gimme the damn blanket,” Joel growls.

You toss it to him, cowed. But what did you expect? This had never been a very good plan.

Once you hear the hammer of Joel’s gun go back into place, you breathe a sigh of relief. It’s quiet for a while as Joel gets under his blanket and you know he’s laying there waiting for you to fall asleep.

You try to settle down, wrapping your arms around yourself. The night air bites at you now that you’ve lost your blanket privileges.

“Sarah a sweetheart of yours?” you ask him.

His head snaps your way so fast you think his neck might break.

“You was talking to her in your sleep,” you explain.

“Say that name again and I’ll wring your neck,” he says.

He sounded like he meant it before but you feel like he’s looking forward to putting a bullet in you. You shiver. You’re smart enough not to say another word.

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Chapter 3

I'd love to hear from you! Comments and reblogs appreciated. My asks are always open!

#joel miller #tlou #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fic #ellie williams #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal #outlaw!joel miller #joel miller au #tlou au #old west au

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cupcakeslushie · 5 months

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LITA MAY LITA MAY LITA MAY

Ok ok so I have like a bunch of questions feel free to ignore BUT

I) she has a tail. Is that a Kraang feature or do all the turtles in your universe have tails and hers is just extended?

II) Uh pink? Pink like Kraang? Did she choose her life colors, or???

III) Is. Is she. Is she autistic too

IV) Draxum-Hamato sooooo what does she call them? Did they argue about nicknames? Also was it Donnie’s choice to include Draxum’s name as well

V) Lita in the comics???

VI) Is there a reason her shell isn’t smooth like Donnie’s?

VII) What does she call Renet?

VIII) Ninpo question mark?

IX) Pupils! I love the way you draw her pupils. Is there a reason or is it just fun

X) Does she have a certain resistance to Kraang mind digging? Like that thing they did to interrogate Raph in the movie? To read his memories?

XI) So the cloak/scarf thing is Leo, the purple accents and stripes are Donnie, and the kneepads are Mikey. Any Raph references in her clothes?

Apologies if you’ve answered these before and I just didn’t see them! Have a good day and give Lita one too for goodness sakes girl’s had it rough already

1. It’s more of a Krang feature. I do love when the turtles are drawn with tails, but I didn’t do it from the beginning, and so for consistency sake in the EW universe I’ve held off. Maybe one day I’ll just say “fuck it” and give into the urge to give them all cute little tails. But even if I did, Lita’s would be much longer than any of the family’s (except Raph’s hypothetical tail lol).

2. Lita being albino and pink in the IDW comics pretty much made that Krang connection for me lol. I didn’t have to reach too hard with her design. She leans into it.

3. I have her personality very close to Leo’s canon personality, so she’s more on the ADHD side. She does have some sensory issues with sound, which a lot of ppl with adhd have (👋🏻). But being raised around the quiet and solemn Time Masters Sanctum it’s like really noticeable. When she visits the family, it can be very overwhelming, but rather than shutting down, she gets insanely riled up and can’t contain herself. It works though—everyone is more than happy to let her ramble on.

4. She never met either of them but Splinter of course would’ve been Jiji and Draxum would’ve been just Grandfather. Nothing too out of this world lol. And yes, Donnie chooses to embrace Draxum’s name.

5. Sorry idk what exactly this is asking. Like yes? Lita May is based off IDW Lita, from the comics 😅 sorry if I’m missing the question.

6. She is a spiny soft shell like Donnie, but yes, her spines are significantly more pronounced, thanks to, you guessed it!

7. Master Renet, or Aunty Ren in a more causal setting.

8. 🤫 we’ll see (I’m still trying to think of something cool and not too OP lol)

9. Her eyes are just for design fun, and to link her to Donnie some more!

10. That’s gonna be another big 🤫, but less because I haven’t decided and more just for the big spoilers! 😜

11. She’s kinda got two outfits atm and I think I might end up merging the two. Her simpler outfit of just her wraps and mask are very Raph coded, so I wanna figure out some sort of middle ground with the two.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt doomed future #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #baby mayday #rottmnt separated au #separated au #Sep!au infodump #sep!au doomed future #ask slushie #rise Lita

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snackugaki · 1 year

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...man, i hate squawking in the text field, but the tags cannot contain me on this

ok so i’m a normal amount of normal about this. absolutely.

however...

i am also unattended and so my actions will prove why that is probably not great.

anyway, i love monikers, nom de plumes, sobriquets, y’know, pseudonyms if you will, code names even. 8D y’wanna know how I came up with them??????//?

okay okay okay, so! I will (until someone comes for me, but no one will ‘cuz y’all are cowards, I say, knowing my childhood nostalgia is doing a lot of the heavy lifting in my affection for Next Mutation but also i love camp) acknowledge and self-impose the title of Next Mutation trash lover as a disclaimer for why I’m gonna do another quick run down of Venus’ origin again. but a quick skim because a bitch is losing against her insomnia demon rn.

now, a lot of the kids know that Venus = magic, in general. however, at least to me, intentionally or not Venus was more portrayed like a daoist... ‘magician’ of sorts, but less in a real world daoist sense and more of a cultivator in the xianxia genre sort of way. granted she wears the taijitu (yin yang symbol) and literally showed the boys her box of herbal medicine (and one dessicated vampire heart lololol). and now that I mentioned all of that, I can segue into why I gave her “White Snake” as a code name-- in that I chose it after Bai Suzhen/Bai Shejing which now that my insomnia riddled mind is typing it out... my reasoning is actually pretty shallow, they both cultivate technically speaking, both work with herbal medicine and they just wanna help people. also just ‘cuz IDW has Venus wearing white now.

wao. thassit ig welp

jennika’s I just futz around with her name like jennika jenn i ka jen nika nikaaa niko niki nike nike like the greek goddess of victory. great. ok cool now ochre? no, mustard? no, gold? yes, ok nike gold it is lolz

‘cuz I was following the formula like in the show, Purple Knight, Yellow Submarine, Red King, Orange Pawn, Blue... something, Rook? Bishop? idk lemme alone but also there’s only so many chess pieces so I kept the color coding at least

then just asked tychou for what they’d think Mona Lisa’s code name’d be for as much as Venus and Jennika are my girls, Mona Lisa’s tychou’s.

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kloudystars471 · 8 months

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Is the kid at the end of episode 2 Mobius?

It would make perfect sense.

Mobius and Loki were literally just talking about finding Mobius's past hours ago.The foreshadowing all adds up. Plus, at some point they brought up that he would have a different name. His original name is not Mobius. What if it was Jack?

But anyway, if you look at how the kid is dressed-

(a tan overcoat, a striped tie, yellow? brown? clogs, and a white collared shirt)

-it seems a bit familiar..

The yellowish brown clogs, a white collared shirt, a brown suit, and tie.

Sure, we can take this as the TVA having their own dress code in hues of brown and suites-

But they all wear it differently.

B-15 wears black formal clothes with no blazer and a red tie. It's representative of being a hunter since they all wear black.

Loki wears the brown suits and all, but he constantly changes how he wears it. He pops the collar, takes off the blazer entirely, rolls up his sleeves, etc. Plus, he has a different tie than everyone else.

Casey never wears the blazer, so it's apparently not a strict requirement.

O.B. doesn't wear a suit at all due to the work he does.

Renslayer wears the suit and all, but it's different. She has a yellow undershirt, a colorfully patterned tie, she keeps it buttoned, etc.

The uniforms for McDonalds at the time were striped red and white, as seen in the episode. The kid chose to wear a tie of his own volition, it's his style.

THEN, Mobius is the only one where he a) keeps the blazer unbuttoned b) wears lighter, laceless shoes, and c) is that specific type of awkward when talking to someone.

When the kid was talking to Sylvie, he said: "Cool, cool." Repeating the same word, but softer. He does it without truly tripping over his words, more so repeating them. Pretending to be casual,but visibly nervous. It is Mobius's sort of mannerism.

The year is 1982. That means that in our present day, Mobius would be in his mid fifties just about. It would also suggest that he was taken by the TVA around now. Seeing as he has gray hair, this shows it could be accurate.

If this were to be true, it means a 2 things.

1. Mobius had a friendship of sorts with Sylvie when he was younger (could be why he is so interested in learning about Lokis in the TVA, they are familiar)

2. Sylvie chose this fast food place on purpose. It couldn't be random. To 'accidentally' find the same job that her variant's friend worked at as a teen. She is planning something.

#loki #sylvie #mobius #marvel theories #loki series #loki season 2 #predictions/theories #could they be the same?#it's possible right?

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oltammefru · 5 months

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What about Kal'tsit do you like so much

It's really really difficult for me to talk about absolutely everything I adore about Kal'tsit because there's So Much, but maybe the thing about Kal'tsit I like the most is just how much capital W Weird stuff she has going on, especially with regard to her own body and identity and flesh. This is going to be a little incoherent as a list.

She's described in SN as this sort of eldritch entity, something that ordinary humans will never be truly capable of understanding in SN:

She's also incredibly Seaborn-coded.

She is quite inhuman at times, being a sort-of-machine made by the precursors, and having expressed the sentiment that she sometimes wishes she was an unthinking machine:

But at the same time she's trying so so incredibly hard to be human:

(this is from the A Walk in the Dust Medals).

She often behaves in a way that seems cold, unexpressive, and emotionless, but despite how she might seem on initial impression, she is incredibly compassionate and cares so so much about other people.

One of the most interesting aspects about her identity is just how attached she is to her own name Kal'tsit. It is perhaps the most important part of her own identity and how she sees herself.

Even when she's sneaking into the Duke's place, instead of adopting a disguise, she just identifies herself as Kal'tsit anyway. We also see from her Module that her name is the first thing she remembers when she revives:

It's an incredibly transgender narrative, her being an eldritch, inhuman machine made by her creators with the designation AMa-10, and her choosing to shrug off all that, to choose a name and identity for herself and to become human, which really really resonates with me.

I also really adore literally everything she has going on with her and Mon3tr. Like, she has an extremely fucking cool looking fucked up dragon/demon/thing that may be located in her spine in a way that's kind of messy and body horrory and is also

Kal'tsit's psychic yuri soulbonded companion on a journey that has gone on for millennia and will continue on for millennia yet and also

an ambiguous reflection of Kal'tsit, perhaps in particular her anger or rage or violence.

She and Mon3tr are just so incredibly cool and just that alone makes me so obsessed with her.

The struggles she has with her own identity is made even more messy by the fact that it's implied that the form she takes on presently (catgirl), is different than the forms she's taken on in the past.

There's a certain degree of detachment and depersonalization she experiences from her previous selves, that really resonates with me. This is made especially interesting by the fact that Kal'tsit seems to have all her past memories, including those she experienced in previous lives while she was in a previous body. Does she have moments where she wakes up in a cold sweat, and think that she's in a different body, one that isn't hers anymore? Given that Mon3tr is a more enduring part of her physical self than her own body is, does she have any moments where she feels as if she is more Mon3tr than she is Kal'tsit?

Fuck. I love Kal'tsit so much. This is just a very small fraction of the vast ocean of things that I adore so much about Kal'tsit, but is probably a pretty good outline of it.

#arknights #kal'tsit #kal'tsit arknights #mon3tr #mon3tr arknights

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dianawinchester03 · 28 days

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Season 1, Episode 20 - Dead Man’s Blood

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

The trio are sat inside a diner, Dean looking through the newspaper for any cases while Sam scans the internet for any hits. Y/N is finishing up the last of her pancakes. They're currently staying at Y/N's safehouse in Indiana to save on cash for motel rooms. She's happy she can finally ride Quinn again, having missed her girl for so many months.

"Dude, not a decent lead in all of Indiana. What do you got?" Dean asks Sam, sighing in frustration as he rests the paper down. "Well, I've been scanning Illinois, Kentucky, Ohio " Sam informs them. "Here, a woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived" He reads an article aloud. "Sounds more That's Incredible! than Twilight Zone" Y/N says, sipping her coffee.

"Yeah" Sam sighs. "Hey, you know we uh, we could just keep heading east" Dean suggest. "New York? Upstate? You could stop by and see Sarah again, huh?" He says suggestively to his brother. Sam shakes his head at his brothers need to have him hook up, "She's a cool gal, man. Smoking" Y/N says wolf whistling. Dean nods in agreement.

"You two seem pretty friendly, what do you say?" Dean asks him, Y/N smirks at the thought of Sam and Sarah. She liked Sarah for him, she's fearless, determined and would make a hell of a hunter. Sam chuckles, "Yeah, I don't know. Maybe somebody. But in the meantime, we got a lot of work to do guys. You know that" He puts it simply.

They both sigh, "Yeah, you're right. What else do you got?" Y/N asks Sam. "Uh...Manning Colorado. A local man by the name of Daniel Elkins was found mauled in his home" Sam reads the article aloud. "Elkins? I know that name" Dean says in recognition. "Doesn't ring a bell." Sam says. "Elkins, Elkins, Elkins" Dean mutters to himself.

He pulls out his Dads journal from his bag. "Sounds like the police don't know what to thing. At first they said it was some bear attack, and now they found signs of robbery" Sam explains the report. Y/N looks on as Dean flips through his dads journal. "You think John knew him?" She asks him. "Yeah I think- Holy. Check it out" He turns the journal for Sam and Y/N to see.

Both sat next to each other across from him. Y/N takes the journal as Sam peers over her to read. Written in the journal was, 'D.Elkins' with a Colorado area code. This faces drops, "You think it's the same Elkins?" Sam queries. "It's a Colorado area code." Dean points out. The three share a look. "Check please" Y/N calls out to the waitress to wrap up their meals.

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Manning, Colorado

The Impala and Harley pull up in front of Daniel Elkins house at nightfall, the three young hunters get out and walk up the porch. Y/N kneels down and begins picking the lock as Sam and Dean look out. She pushes the door open after getting it unlocked, the boys following behind with their flashlights. She pulls out her own, shining it in the dark house.

Sam closes the door behind him as Dean and Y/N make their way to the living room that's covered with papers, "Looks like the maid didn't come today" Dean mutters at the state of the room. Sam kneels down when he notices a white dust by the door. Dusting his fingers, he realizes it's salt by the texture.

"Hey, there's salt over here, right inside the door" He calls out to them. Y/N cocks her eyebrow at this as she and Dean sort through some papers on the desk, "You mean like protection-against-demons salt or uh...oops-I-spilled-my-popcorn salt?" She asks. "It's clearly a ring" Sam says. "You think this guys Elkins was a player?" He asks them.

"Definitely" Dean says as he flips through a journal. He shows it to Y/N and her face drops. "That looks a hell of a lot like Dad's" Sam says in shock, peering over their shoulders as Dean flashes his light on the book. "Yeah, except this dates back to the '60s" Y/N points out as he flips through it, pointing to the date written on top.

They look around the house more, stumbling upon a room that's absolutely destroyed. Wood from broken bookshelves scattered on the ground along with glass from windows that were broken in. "What's ever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one" Sam points out. "Looks like he put up a hell of a fight too" Y/N says a bit impressed.

"Yeah" Sam says as they walk into the destroyed room. Dean comes across an empty revolver gun case with 13 slots for bullets. He looks at it curiously as they trifle through the room. Y/N notices some scratches on the flooring, stooping down to get a closer look, she shines her light on it. "You got something, Princess?" Dean asks, stooping next to her.

"I don't know, some scratches on the floor" She tells him. "Death throes, maybe?" Sam suggests. "Yeah, maybe" She sighs, the back of her mind telling her that this isn't right. She reaches onto the table, taking up a blank piece of paper and a pencil from the holder. Resting it down on the floor, she begins to shade the outline of it.

Dean watches on curiously, "Or maybe a message." He says shocked, she hands him the page and he turns it around. Handing it to Sam. "Look familiar?" Dean asks his brother. "Three letters, six digits. The location and combination of a post office box" Sam says in recognition. "It's a Mail Drop" He adds. "Just the way Dad and John does it" Y/N points out.

They follow the trail to the post box, now putting in the combination. Deans eyebrows raise in surprise when it opens, revealing a letter. He takes it out and shows it to Sam and Y/N. Written on it was Y/N's father's initials.

Now back in the Impala, "(father's initials) You think? F/N L/N?" Sam questions from the backseat as Y/N sits in shotgun, the letter in Dean's hand. "I don't know. Should we open it?" She asks the boys. A knocking on the drivers side window scares the living daylights out of them, a familiar man smiling at them, revealed to be Y/N's father. F/N L/N.

"Daddy?" Y/N gasps in shock. He hops in the backseat next to Sam, "Mr. L/N. What are you doing here? Are you alright?" Sam asks him concerned as Y/N stares at him in shock. "Yeah. I'm okay" He says calmly. "Look, I read the news about Daniel. I got here as fast as I could." He explains to them. "Where's dad?" Dean asks him concerned.

"John and I decided it'd be best if only I came since Daniel was a friend of mine and it would be less risky. Can't tell you where he is, sorry" He tells them apologetically, they nod understandably. "I saw you three up at his place" F/N admits to them, their faces drop. "Why didn't you come in, dad?" Y/N finally speaks up. "You know why. Because I had to make sure you weren't followed, by anyone or anything" He states firmly.

"Nice job of covering your tracks, by the way" He commends them. Dean gives a small smile of gratitude, "Yeah, well, we learnt from the best" Dean responds, F/N gives him a proud look. "Wait, so you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy?" Y/N asks her father, not convinced that he risked his and John's safety for a man he's never mentioned once.

Her father was a loyal man with strong morals. But this was way too risky. "Yeah, he was...he was a good man. He taught me a hell of a lot about hunting growing up. He thought John how to journal, but you know, I was always a by-the-head type of man" F/N smirks, tapping his temple.

Dean smirks too at his confidence, having learnt to be cocky from the man himself, "Well, you never mentioned him to us" Y/N says suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at her father. "We had a...We had kind of a falling-out. Me and John hadn't seen him in years" F/N says sadly. Y/N feels a bit bad now but not fully convinced, "I should look at that" He says, gesturing to the letter in Deans hand.

Dean hands it to F/N without hesitation. He opens it and begins to read aloud, "If you're reading this, I'm already dead....." His eyes widen slightly when he reads the last part. "That son of a bitch" He mutters. "What is it?" Dean asks him. "He had it the whole time" F/N shakes his head in disappointment. "Dad, what?" Y/N asks him concerned.

"When you searched the place, did you see a gun? An antique, a colt revolver. Did you see it?" He asks the three young hunters. "Uh, there was an old case, but it was empty" Dean tells him about the case he saw. "Jesus, they have it" F/N groans. "You mean whatever killed Elkins?" Sam asks him. "We gotta pick up the trail" F/N says urgently, jumping out of the Impala.

"Wait, you want us to come with you?" Sam asks him. "If Elkins was telling the truth, we gotta find this gun" F/N leans down at the drivers side window. "The gun? Why?" Y/N asks exasperated. "Because it's important, that's why" F/N says firmly. "Daddy, we don't even know what these things are yet" Y/N tries to reason.

"They were what Daniel Elkins killed best: Vampires." F/N states. The three young hunters faces contort in confusion. "Vampires? I thought there was no such thing" Dean says in shock. "You never even mentioned them, Mr. L/N" Sam adds. "I thought they were extinct. John and I thought Elkins and others had wiped them out" F/N admits, looking down sadly.

"We were wrong" He says in a glum tone. "Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them and neither will a stake to the heart. But the blood lust, that parts true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late." F/N gives them the run down of the vampire lore.

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A woman over the radio satellite speaks as F/N listens on, his head buried in his hands. The three young hunters are currently asleep on their respective beds while F/N listens to the satellite for any feedback. "Unit 22, let me confirm. Mile marker 41, abandoned car. You need a work up?" The woman asks. "Copy that. Possible 207. Better get Forensics out here" A man responds.

F/N turns the satellite radio off, picking up his jacket. "Y/N, Sam, Dean. Let's go" He nudges the three kids awake. "Mmhmm" Dean responds sleepily. "I picked up a police call" F/N tells them, putting on his leather jacket. "What happened?" Sam asks him, sleep potent in his voice, as Dean pushes himself from his bed yawning and rubbing his eyes. Y/N doing the same.

"A couple called 911, found a body in the street. Cops got there and everyone was missing. It's vampires" He states. "How do you know?" Y/N questions, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "Just follow me, okay?" He orders, Sam following behind him out the door. Y/N scoffs, rolling her eyes at his authoritative tone. "Vampires. Gets funnier everytime I hear it" Dean scoffs to himself. "Tell me about it" Y/N chuckles in agreement.

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Sam, Dean and Y/N are waiting by their vehicles on the squad car filled stretch, as F/N goes to find out what happened from the police, posing as an officer. "I don't see why we couldn't have gone with him" Y/N scoffs in annoyance. Dean gives her a look of disbelief, "Don't tell me it's starting already" He groans.

"What's starting?" She asks him confused. Looking over at Sam, he gives her a knowing look. She just shakes her head as F/N approaches. "What do you got?" Dean asks him. "It was them, alright. Looks like they're heading west. We have to double back, get around that detour" F/N explains to them.

Y/N narrows her eyes at her father, "How can you be so sure?" She asks pensively. "Y/N" Dean says in a warning tone, her rebellious attitude against her father resurfacing. "I just wanna know if we're going in the right direction" She defends, looking back at her father. "We are" F/N insists.

"How do you know?" She presses. He gives her a look before digging into his jacket pocket, he takes something out and hands it to Dean. He examines it, "It's a...vampire fang" Dean points out. "No fangs, teeth. A second set descends when they attack" F/N tells him, he turns back to his daughter. "Any more questions?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at her, similar to the way she does.

Like father like daughter, Y/N rolls her tongue against her top teeth, her arms crossed against her chest, not bothering to answer, she doesn't look at him. "Alright, let's get out of here, we're losing daylight" He instructs the three young hunters. Y/N moves to hop on her bike, doubling back in shock when her father says this after taking a look at Quinn.

"Hey Y/N, why don't you touch up your bike before you get rust. I wouldn't have given you the damn thing if I thought you were gonna ruin it" F/N says in a shady tone as he walks back to his truck that's parked a little distance from them, his back turnt to them. Her angry gaze snaps in her fathers direction, going to let one rip on him, she takes a step forward.

The boys are in disbelief by F/N's words, they notice her aggression rise at the mention of her beloved bike being tarnished by her fathers words. Dean quickly grabs her from around her waist, holding her back with Sam's help, clamping the palm over his hand over her mouth. "MHMSHSJSMSMHJMHM!" Is all she could muster up as Deans hands covers her mouth and Sam holds her back with all their might.

Damn this girl is stronger than I thought, Dean thinks to himself. "Relax, Princess" He whispers soothingly into her ear, her back pressed against his tshirt clad chest, Sam moves infront of her, holding her in place. "It's not worth it" Sam pleads with her, a look of pity on his face, his hands on her shoulders, knowing those words really hurt her, especially coming from her father.

Y/N relaxes a bit at Deans touch, her mind still swirling with anger. "I'm gonna take my hand off of your mouth, but only if you promise to behave" Dean says firmly. Her gazes snaps back to him, fury in her eyes. The anger radiating off of her lowkey scared Dean, "Please" He pleads, pouting his lip a bit. She huffs in annoyance through his hand, nodding in agreement.

Dean takes his hand off of her mouth as Sam sighs in relief that Y/N didn't tackle him to get to her father. "One more word like that out of him. Not you two" She gestures between the boys, then pointing to the sky, "not even God himself will stop me from giving him a piece of my mind" She grits her teeth at them, pointing angrily in her fathers direction, his back turnt to them, still walking to his truck.

Unaware of all that's happening behind him. Her father jumps into his Sierra, Dean and Sam jump in the Impala, Sam driving this round and she jumps on her Harley. The three vehicles make their way down the stretch.

The two brothers converse as they drive down the stretch, Y/N taking the lead, driving behind her as her father follows behind them. "Vampires nest in groups of 8 to 10. Smaller packs are sent out to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest. The pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks" Dean reads aloud.

"I wonder if that's what happened to that 911 couple" He thinks out loud. "That's probably what f/n is thinking" Sam says. "Course it would he nice if he told us what he thinks" Sam adds annoyed, agreeing with Y/N, still mad about what her father said to her. Dean looks over at Sam surprised, "Not you too man" He groans. "What?" Sam asks.

"Man. We've been looking for our dads all year. Now f/n is here and he knows where dad is. We're out with f/n for more than a couple hours and there's static already? Y/N is already on board to give him a piece of her mind" Dean states the obvious.

"If both our dads were here, I'd be scared for MY life because you'd be going head to head with dad and Y/N would be trying not to claw at her fathers eyeballs" Dean huffs in frustration. "No. Look, I'm happy they're okay, alright? I'm happy we're all working together and I miss dad like hell." Sam sighs.

"Well, good" Dean cuts him off. Sam sighs, "It's just, they treat us like we're children." Sam begins, Dean rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Oh, God" He groans. "He barks orders at us, Dean. Dad does the exact same thing. They expect us to follow them without question. They keep us on some crap need-to-know deal" Sam argues defensively.

Right now Sam's the voice for both him and Y/N and he's gonna stand his ground. "They do what they do for a reason" Dean snaps back. "What reason?" Sam asks annoyed. "Our job!" Dean retorts, Sam scoffing. "There's no time to argue. There's no margin for error, alright? It's just the way those old men run things" Dean defends John and F/N.

"Yeah, well maybe that worked when we were kids, but not anymore. Alright? Not after everything me, you and y/n have been through" Sam says. "I mean, are you telling me you're cool with just falling into line, letting f/n run the whole show?" Sam asks ironically, knowing his brother hates the idea deep down.

Dean doesn't answer as Sam gives him a knowing look. "If that's what it takes" Dean says firmly. Sam looks at his brother in disbelief by his answer.

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Hours later, still driving down the stretch. Deans is on the phone with f/n, "Yes, sir. Alright, got it" Dean hangs up the phone. Dialing to call Y/N. "What was that about?" Sam asks. "We gotta pull off at the next exit" Dean tells him. "Why?" Sam asks. "Because f/n thinks we've got the vampires trail" He tells him, putting the phone on speaker.

This isn't gonna end well, Sam thinks to himself. Dean calls Y/N, who answers through her headphones that are jacked in her ear as she drives at a moderate speed down the stretch. "Hey charming" She answers. "Hey, princess. Pull over at the next exit" He tells her through the speaker. "Why?" She asks confused. "Because your dad thinks we've hit the vampires' trail" Dean informs her.

"How?" She grits her teeth angrily, her tone enraged. Deans eyebrows cock at her tone, looking over at Sam nervously. "I don't know. He didn't say" He tells her shakily. The anger gets the best of her, revving her engine. She swerves her bike in a swift motion at a 45 degree angle in the middle of the road. Blocking the Impala and her fathers truck from passing.

Sam's face drops when Y/N does this, putting the car in park. "Ah crap, here we go." Dean mutters as he looks on. She takes off her helmet, resting it down harshly on her bike. The boys quickly get out of the impala. Y/N's chest heaves with fury, marching up to her father, "Y/N!" Her fathers voice bellows. "We need to talk" She says angrily, getting into his face.

"About what?" F/N matches her tone, "About everything!" She exclaims, Dean stands between the two of them as Sam looks on, a worried look on his face. The entire situation reminding him of his own father. "Where are we going, dad? What's the big deal about this gun?" She asks infuriated. "Y/n/n, come on. We can Q&A after we kill all the vampires" Dean pleads, trying to deescalate the situation.

The habit of parting fights between Y/N and F/N and Sam and John was all too familiar. "Dean's right. We don't have time for this" F/N says plainly. "Last time we saw you and John. You two said it was too dangerous to be together." She begins. Dean looks to his brother for help, Sam takes a step forward but Y/N puts her hand up warningly, narrowing her eyes at him before turning back to her father.

Sam puts his hands up in surrender and takes a step back, understanding she needed to let this out. "Now, out of the blue, you need our help! Now obviously something big is going down and we wanna know what!" She angrily rants, demanding to know the truth as her fathers eyes flash with anger, he doesn't allow it to take him over and simply says, "Get back on your bike" In a authoritative tone.

"No" She scoffs. "I said, get back on the damn bike" F/N tone is low, getting up closer in her face. "Yeah, and I said no" She grits her teeth, standing her ground. "Alright, you made your point, warrior princess." Dean puts his hand between the father and daugther who are glaring at each other. "Look, we're all tired. We can talk about this later" Sam finally chimes in, pleadingly.

"Sweetheart, we mean it. Come on" Dean pleads gently, grabbing her by her hand to guide her back to her bike. "This is why I left in the first place" She mutters to Dean, loud enough for her father to hear. "What'd you say?" F/N's tone is deadly, "You heard me" Y/N says harshly, turning back to her father.

"Yeah. You ran away. You left me, Dean and John after Sam went to college. We needed you." F/N spits angrily, getting back into her face. "You ran away, y/n. You ran away!" He yells, tears welling at her eyes. "Stop it, both of you!" Dean yells pleadingly. "Please, let's just go to a motel and get some sleep. We're all tired!" Sam tries to reason, both boys trying to hold Y/N back.

She snatches her hands from their grips, and then pushes her father by his chest. Her heart aching as the memories of the night she left home. "You're the one who said, 'Don't come back if you go out there on your own, don't call, don't text, pretend I'm dead'! You're the one who closed that door, dad! Not me!" She seethes, her voice cracking as she stabs her pointer finger in his chest.

"You were just pissed off, you couldn't control me anymore!" Y/N finally raises her voice, shouting in her fathers face. F/N snatches her by her shirt. A rage takes Dean over at this sight, causing him to step in the way quickly, grabbing Y/N by her waist, pulling her back. "Listen. Stop it. Stop it! That's enough!" Dean yells at them, ripping her out of her fathers angry grip.

Her father doesn't back down but Dean glares at him, keeping Y/N behind him, his eyes shooting daggers. "That means you too" Dean snaps at her father. He's shocked by this, "Excuse me?" F/N gasps in shock glaring at Dean as Y/N marches back to her bike, grabbing her helmet, she restarts her ignition. Dean watches desperately as she snaps her helmet on, her body shaking as she sobs while straddling her bike. The sight of Y/N crying absolutely tearing his heart apart.

Sam goes over to comfort her, he helps her take her helmet off, which she refuses but he pries it away from her. Y/N turns her head away but Sam grabs her by her chin with his fingers to look at him. She looks at Sam with tear-filled eyes, her best friends heart aching at the sight of the woman he calls his little sister in tears. She rests her head against Sam's shoulder as she empties her tear ducts onto his shirt.

"I'm so sorry y/n/n" Sam whispers to her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into a his chest. She shakes her head sobbing, "You have nothing to be sorry for Sammy, just hold me" She cries. "He's my father. And I love him so much, but gosh-" She sobs harder, clutching onto his shirt, her strokes her hair, shushing her gently. His chin resting right above her head.

Meanwhile, Sam is prying the helmet from Y/N, Dean turns back to F/N with a pissed off gaze, "All due respect, sir. You nor dad were here for the past year. You guys up and left to find the thing that killed our moms. And trust me I get it" His tone wavers while he points at her father angrily. "But you weren't here when your own daughter was dying!" He snaps, all the color draining from F/N's face.

"She got electrocuted when we were on a hunt. It triggered a massive heart attack. The doctors said she only had weeks to live" Dean explains, his nostril flaring, tears welling up in his eyes at the memories of a sick and dying Y/N, hopeless in that hospital bed.

"Had it not been for me and Sam who hauled her ass against her will cross-country to some faith healer in a damn tent. That beautiful kindhearted daughter of yours, who you don't seem appreciate, wouldn't be here today! By the grace of god, she got healed. When I told her that you didn't bother to call back after I begged for you and dad to come. She was devastated. But Y/N being Y/N, pretended it didn't affect her. But I know, deep down..." Dean points to his heart.

"It struck her right here" He spits angrily. "You.Weren't.There. She has every damn right to be pissed at you right now. So how about we all finish this case, and you can go back into hiding with Dad. How's that?" Dean finishes scoffing, going over Sam and Y/N. Her father stands there stunned at Deans rebuttal, absolutely speechless. His eyes wide with shock. Dean was never a kid to talkback or be disobedient. Her father felt ashamed, guilty, angry at himself that he wasn't there.

Determined to make this right, he does as Dean says, jumping into his truck. He pulls out his pack of cigarettes from his glove compartment, taking out one of the the sticks. He brings it to his lips, flicking his lighter on. He drags from the tobacco filled spliff. Blowing out a shaky breath, the anger slowly leaving his body.

"Hey, hey, heyy" Deans tone is gentle, as he approaches her. Going to the other side of Y/N's bike, she instantly moves from Sam over to Dean, clutching onto him. Dean gives his brother a look that says, 'I've got this'. Sam nods understandably, walking back to the Impala. "I've got you, princess. I've got you" He whispers in her ear comfortingly as she sniffles.

"He loves you, you know?" He tells her gently, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. He noticed the broken guilty look on F/N's face when he went snapped at him about Y/N dying. She chuckles humorlessly, "At this point, I don't know" She shakes her head. "Maybe these obvious daddy issues would make for a good tell-all book one day" She jokes, laughing lightly. Dean shakes his head, smiling at the fact that even in this situation.

Y/N found a way to make a joke and laugh about it with her ray of sunshine ass. His eyes dazzled with admiration at the woman he was so hopelessly in love with, sniffling yet laughing in his arms. "If you add the monster hunting part, people will think you're nuts... but then again. You are" He retorts jokingly.

She punches his shoulder lightly, laughing even more. A genuine smile taking over her face. "There's that gorgeous smile I was missing" Deans tone is adoring, wiping the last tear that was on her cheek away with his thumb. A slight warmth rushes to her face at his comment, her heart skipping a beat.

Her father looks on from his truck as Dean comforts Y/N, a small content smile on his face as he blows the smoke out from the corner of his lips. The fact that Dean lived up to his word, always there for his daughter. Standing up for her even when her back was turnt, he couldn't help but respect it. Respect Dean for it. As much as he was angry right now, it warmed his heart to see her smile even in this daft moment.

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The next morning, they're all outside of the barn that they vampires are hiding out in, hidden in the bushes. "Son of a bitch." Dean mutters in shock as they look on at the vampires walking into the house. "So they're really not afraid of the sun?" He asks F/N. "Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill them is by beheading" F/N explains.

"And yeah, they sleep during the day. Doesn't mean they won't wake up" He adds. "So I guess walking right in is not our best option" Y/N mumbles. "Actually, that's the plan" F/N responds, a smirk on his face. The three young hunters look at him confused.

Dean opens the trunk to the Impala to begin trifling through it for weapons as F/N clicks the remote on his automatic truck panel, a case opening from the rear. Packed filled with all sorts of guns and weapons. Y/N is to the other side of his truck, getting rounds of ammo just in case. "Hey, F/N. I've got an extra machete if you need one" Dean says, showing him the machete.

F/N takes the blade cover revealing a shiny serrated machete with a leather holder off of his own, "I think I'm okay. Thanks" He says dryly. "Wow, nice" Dean responds impressed. "You're really sucking up after going off on him huh?" Sam mutters to his brother, snickering a bit. Dean looks over at Sam shocked, "You heard that?" He asks him. "A little bit, don't worry. Y/N was too busy sobbing to hear you" Sam ensures him, smirking a bit.

Dean glares at him, elbowing his brother in his ribs, making him chuckle a bit more. Sam knew Dean loves Y/N, and he knows Y/N loves Dean. Hearing the snippets of his brother standing up to F/N for not being there for his daughter, after Deans whole life was spent worshipping the ground F/N and John walked on, he was proud of his brother for sticking up for the woman he loved.

Y/N emerges from the side of the truck, stuffing her gun in the back of her pants. "I'll take it" Y/N gestures to the machete. "Sure, here" Dean says, handing it to her. "So....you kids really wanna know about this Colt?" F/N suddenly says. They look over at him, a bit of an awkward tension in the air. "Yes, sir" Sam responds. F/N sighs,

"It's just a story. A legend, really. Well, I thought it was. I never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter" He begins. "Back in 1835, when Haley's Comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo, they say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a Hunter. A people like us, only on a horseback. The story goes, he made 13 bullets. This hunter. Used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. Until somehow, Daniel hit his hands on it. They say...." F/N trails off, taking a deep breath.

He looks back up at the three young hunters, "They say this gun can kill anything" He finishes. Realization dawns on them, "Kill anything like supernatural anything?" Dean asks F/N. "Like the demon" Sam voices their thoughts. "Yeah, the demon" F/N confirms. "Ever since John picked up its trail....we've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun, we may have it" He finishes.

Sam, Dean and Y/N are speechless. They might actually have a chance at killing the thing that killed their moms. It felt surreal.

They eventually found a back entrance into the barn, they slowly open it, getting in quickly. One by one, they step down from the haystack. Dean closes the door behind them. They creep in slowly to see a bunch of vampires asleep all about. Some in hammocks, some on the ground. At least 10 by the time they counted.

Dean goes to duck underneath one of the hammocks, accidentally knocking down a glass. He jumps, wielding his machete but luckily. The vamp didn't wake up.

F/N walks through the barn and stumbles on a room. Inside was a couple fast asleep, presumably the head vampire and his mate.

Back outside, Y/N discovers an unconscious young woman tied to a pillar in the barn. Blood on her shirt, "Fellas" She whispers to draw Sam and Deans attention to the unconscious woman.

F/N slowly makes his way down the stairs of the couples room, making sure not to wake them. But they begin stirring in their sleep, making him holt in position.

Y/N begins to untie the young woman when a rattling noise in the back draws their attention. "There's more" Dean whispers, getting up, he slowly makes way to check. He comes upon a case with people inside, a deadlock bolting them in. Sam and Y/N untie the girl as Dean takes a hook to unhook the deadlock.

He quickly snaps it out, making a noise. The other vampires stir a bit in their sleeps. Mumbling but not waking up.

F/N sees the Colt on the vampire's nightstand, moving closer and closer to it.

"Hey..." Y/N whispers to the young woman who begins who regain consciousness. "Hey, hey. Shh, we're here to help you" Sam tells her gently, his tone above a whisper. The woman then begins screaming, "NOOO!!!" In an animalistic tone. Awakening everyone, including the vamp leader in the room.

Sam and Y/N back up surprised, wielding their machete. "Sam! Y/N!" Dean yells.

F/N is startled by the growl from outside, the vamp leader waking up to see him there. He grabs F/N and throws him into the wall with inhumane strength. F/N quickly picks up a bottle of scotch that was on the ground and throws it at the window, allowing the sunlight to pour in. The vampires shield themselves in pain.

He runs out of the room in a flash, "Kids! Run!" He instructs the young hunters. They oblige, all running out vampires run after them. When they make it outside in the open by their vehicles, Y/N notices her father isn't outside yet. "Daddy?! Daddy?!" She yells panicked. Her panic subsides when F/N emerges from the house, running back to the vehicles.

"They won't follow. They'll wait till tonight. Once a vampire has gets your scent, it's for life" He tells them. "What the hell do we do now?" Y/N asks him. "You gotta find the nearest funeral home. That's what" He tells them. They look at him confused but oblige, listening to him.

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"They shouldn't be taking this long. I should go help" Y/N says nervously pacing the room. Sam and Dean went to go get blood from the funeral home per her fathers request. Now in the motel room with her dad, the tension is deafening. "They've got it" F/N assures her, dusting the ash into the tray the window as he's smoking.

She doesn't answer, sighing. "Y/n/n..." F/N begins. "Yeah?" She turns to him, holting in her tracks. He pats the empty chair across from him the window, she sighs, taking a seat reluctantly. "You still smoke?" He asks his daughter. "Yes, sir" She responds nodding. He then takes out his pack of Dunhill, offering her one.

She looks at him in confusion. She's never smoked in front of her father but it was a known fact that she did. "Light one up with your old man" He shrugs, offering her a small smile. She sighs, handing him his pack back. Then pulling out her pack from her bag, Dunhill Switch. "I can't smoke that kind." She shakes her pack, nodding to his.

He nods understandably, stuffing it back into his pocket as she bursts the bubble in the bud, lighting her own. "How are you my daughter? I can't smoke that minty shit" He huffs jokingly. "That shit" She points to his plain cigarette. "Is like practically licking the bottom of this ashtray" She points to the ashtray. F/N shakes his head at his daughter snark, chuckling. He then sighs, getting serious.

"I've never told you this...but... the day you were born, you know what I did?" He says to her, dusting his ash out the window. "No" She responds dryly, blowing the smoke out the corner of her mouth. "I put a hundred bucks into a savings account for you. John did the same thing for Sam and Dean after Sam was born. Gave him the idea" He chuckles as Y/N listens intently.

"It was a college fund. And every month, I'd put in another $100 until...." He admits, trailing off, indicating he was talking about when his wife, y/n's mother died. He sighs, "Anyway, my point is, baby, that this was never the life that I wanted for you" F/N tells her. "I was born to do this either way you like it dad" Y/N responds in a gruff tone, taking a drag from her cigarette.

"You gotta understand something...After Mary passed. And then your mother. All I saw was evil. Everywhere. And all I cared about- All me and John cared about was...was keeping you and those boys alive" F/N says genuinely. Y/N feels her heart pang at the mention of her mother, taking another drag. "I wanted you...prepared. Ready." He adds, clearing his throat.

"See, somewhere along the line, I-uh.....I stopped being your father. And I- I became your-...drill sergeant" He admits shamefully. Y/N sighs, dusting the ash into the tray, she studies the stick inbetween her fingers, not daring to look him in the eye. "So when you said that you were tired of me breathing down your neck and you wanted to hunt on your own. All I could think about, my only thought was...that you were gonna be alone...vulnerable" His voice cracks.

Y/N's face drops, guilt taking her over. "Baby, it just— I hated the fact that you and me were so similar because, fuck-" He huffs, chuckling humorlessly. "I'm a hot fucking mess" He chuckles more, tears welling up in his eyes. Y/N chuckles tearfully, a smile breaking out in her face. "You're not a mess, daddy" She assured her father, tears threatening to fall.

"If anything, you thought me how to ground myself. And not let my feelings get in the way of the hunt. Emotionally detach myself and get the job done. And damn- I can handle a gun almost as good as you" She smiles blinking back her tears, her father smiles sadly. "Those feelings wouldn't have anything to do with a certain someone, now would it?" F/N asks her suggestively, cocking his eyebrow.

"Huh?" She asks him confused, taking a drag from her cigarette. "So you aren't sweet on Dean?" F/N puts it bluntly, a slight smirk on his face. Her eyes widen in shock, choking on the smoke in her lungs. "Woah! Easy there champ" F/N laughs at her reaction, patting her daughters back.

"Dad!" She exclaims embarrassed, covering her face that's turning beet red. "I am not sweet on, Dean" She denies it relentlessly afraid of what her father might think if he actually knew that she was hopelessly inlove with Dean. F/N just shrugs, knowing she was full of crap. "Whatever you say, baby" He chuckles, not convinced.

"He sure seems sweet on you" He adds plainly, taking a drag. Her heart was ready to fall out of her chest, "Bullshit" She scoffs shaking her head. He puts his hands up in surrender, "I'm not against it. But you'll always be my baby" He smiles. "I know daddy" She nods, returning the smile. A thought ran across her mind,

"Hey, Dad? Whatever happened to our college funds?" She asks curiously. Her father smirks, "Me and John spent it on ammo" F/N admits. This makes Y/N burst into laughter along with F/N. The two laughing hysterically as the door opens, Sam and Dean walking in. She crushes her bud in the ashtray, the two boys surprised to see the father and daughter duo laughing.

"Well the place didn't burn down, that's a good sign" Sam jokes. "Shut up" Y/N chuckles, rolling her eyes. "Is that a chuckle I hear?" Sam cups his hand to his ear, pretending to be listening. "I think we might be in heaven, Dean" He nudges his brother. Dean smirks. "I think so, Sammy" He responds, snickering. Y/N scoffs, throwing a cushion from the chair at them. "Alright, enough jokes. You boys get it?" F/N asks them.

"Whew. Man, some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys" Dean says, a smug smile on his face. He then pulls out a paper bag from his jacket. Handing it to Y/N, she takes it. Opening the bag, she pulls out a jar of blood. F/N grins proudly, flicking his cigarette out the window, she hands it to him. "You know what to do" He says to the three hunters knowingly, resting it down on the window still.

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It's now nightfall again and Dean is currently hunched over the hood of the Impala trying to 'fix' something that went wrong with his engine. "Car trouble?" A woman's voice draws him out of his concentration. He turns around to see a strange woman with a coy smile on her face. "Let me give you a lift, take you back to my face" Kate, the woman, says in a flirtatious tone, walking closer to Dean.

He had to stop himself from cringing from disgust at her tone. A smirk rises on his face, "Nah, I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia" Dean snarkily retorts, a smug smile on his face. "Ooohh" Kate smirks before backhanding him hard, knocking him off his feet.

Meanwhile, Sam, Y/N and F/N were hiding in the bushes. Concealed by the darkness, they're wielding crossbows and arrows. Her arrow drenched in the blood that the boys got from the funeral home. Y/N chest heaves when the woman backhands Dean. She's ready to shoot her arrow Dean but F/N stops her. "Not yet, there's more where she came from. Give it a second" He whispers to her. Y/N nods obliging.

Dean groans in pain from the punch as two men approach from behind Kate. She then grabs Dean roughly by his face, lifting him off his feet and into the air above her head with inhumane strength. He groans in pain, "I don't normally get this friendly till the second date but..." He comments sarcastically, chuckling painfully.

"You know, we could have some fun" Kate giggles darkly. Lowering him down to her eye level. "I always like to make new friends" She bites her lip seductively before bringing Dean closer to her, attaching her lips to his. Kate moans as they kiss and the two men, who seem to be her accomplices, watch with pleased faces.

Y/N grips onto her crossbow as she watches this, shaking with anger at the sight. Sam and F/N look at her with raised eyebrows when they notice her shaking. "Can I shoot the bitch now?" She grits her teeth angrily. F/N gives Sam a nod, "On three" Sam whispers.

After Kate detaches her lips from Dean, "Ugh, sorry. Don't really stay with a chick that long. Definitely not eternity" Dean counters with snark. That's when the arrows come shooting, Y/N aims immediately for Kate while Sam and F/N shoot at the two men. Kates grip loosens on Dean and he's back on his feet.

"Damn it" Kate groans in annoyance as the three hunters emerge from the bushes. Y/N glaring at Kate with deadly daggers. "Barely even stings" She tells at them cockily. F/N smirks, "Give it time, sweetheart. Arrows soaked in dead man's blood." F/N retorts, Kates dark smile dropping. "It's like poison to you, isn't it?" Y/N clap backs sassily.

A satisfied smile spreads on her face when Kate falls to the ground unconscious. "Load her up. I'll take care of these two" F/N instructs Dean, who picks up an unconscious Kate tosses her in the backseat. F/N then gives Sam and Y/N a nod to head back to the their vehicles. They do so as F/N wields his machete, drawing it back, he decapitates the first vampire in a swift motion. Blood splattering on his jacket before moving onto the next.

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They're all now hiding in the woods. "Toss these on the fire" F/N hands Dean a bag of rags, after making a bonfire. "Saffron, skunks cabbage and trillium. It'll block our scent and hers, until we're ready" He explains to them. They all cough and gag at the strong scent of the rags, "Jesus dad, this stuff stinks" Y/N gags, covering her nose.

"That's the idea. Dust your clothes with the ashes and you stand a chance at not being detected" He instructs them. "You sure they'll come after her?" Sam asks him, gesturing to Kate who's bounded to a tree, moaning in pain from the dead man's blood. "Yeah. Vampires mate for life. She means more to the leader than the gun." F/N informs them.

"But the blood sickness is gonna wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time" He adds. "Half hour ought to do it" Sam responds. "Then, I want you three out of the area as fast as you can" F/N tells them. "But-" Y/N stutters. "F/N. You can't take care of all of them yourself" Dean warns him.

"I'll get her. And the Colt" F/N nods towards Kate. "But after, we're gonna meet up, right? Use the gun together" Y/N asks him, but he looks down, not answering. "Right?" She asks again, he looks away, still not answering. The boys faces drop. Y/N getting irritated, "You're leaving again, aren't you?" She grits her teeth, shaking her head.

"You and John still wanna go after the demon by yourselves" Y/N adds, trying to not let her anger get the best of her. Her father looks at her with guilt written all over his face, "You know, I don't get you. You get treat us like this" Y/N argues. "Like what?" F/N retorts. "Like children" She counters.

"You are my child. And I know Sam and Dean, you aren't my kids. But I love you boys like my own sons. I'm trying to keep you all safe" F/N defends. Sam and Y/N nostrils flare in anger as Dean rolls his eyes, "Mr. L/N, all due respect again, but uhh that's a bunch of crap" Dean says plainly.

Sam and Y/N's gaze snap to him in shock at his back talk. "Excuse me?" F/N says baffled. "You know what Sammy, Y/N/N and I have been hunting. Hell you and Dad sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. But you can't be worried about keeping us safe" Dean chuckles ironically, no humor in his tone.

"You know, I don't like this tone you're picking up" F/N clenches his jaw, getting up closer to Dean who backs back. Y/N immediately puts herself between the two men. "Oh no. Uh-uh. Not happening." She growls, glaring at her father. F/N sighs, "It's not the same, kids" He huffs.

"Then what is it? Why do you want us out of the big fight?" Dean asks him. "It's because this demon is a bad son of a bitch" F/N says in a sad tone. "I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keeping you guys alive. Me and John have to face this alone" He adds calmly. "You guys mean you can't be as reckless" Dean calls him out on his bullshit.

"Look..." F/N sighs. "I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece" He says honestly, the three young hunters listen intently. He turns to his daughter, "Your mothers death..." He then turns to Sam and Dean, "And your mothers death..." He says softly. "It almost killed me and John. And speaking on his behalf, we can't just watch our children die too, we won't" His voices cracks when he says this.

Tears welling up in his eyes, Y/N could feel her heart breaking at the sound of her father's voice. "What happens if you die? Daddy...what happens if you die and we could've done something about it" Y/N asks him. Her father doesn't answer, looking down. A single tear falling from his eye, down his cheek.

"You know, I've been thinking, I...maybe Sammy and y/n/n are right about this one. We should all do this together. We call dad, get him down here and do this together" Dean insists, Sam and Y/N nodding in agreement. "Our families are stronger together. We just are. And you know it. Both you and Dad know it" Dean tries to reason with him, adamant on the fact.

F/N sighs, looking back up at the three young hunters. "We're running out of time." He says plainly. "You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order" Deans head drops at F/N's tone, laced with authority to the point he can't argue any further.

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After leaving Sam, Dean and Y/N behind with the order to kill all vampires back at the barn. F/N is driving his truck, Kate in the front seat starts to regain consciousness. He looks over at her with a grim expression. His eyes widen when he notices a pair of headlights in his rearview mirror.

Dean and Y/N creep around the side of the barn. They peep their heads up to see a vampire by the haystack drinking. Dean picks up an empty beer bottle that was disposed of and tosses it across the room, the glass shattering. The vampires ear cock up at the sound, scanning the room for any familiar scents or sounds.

Dean creeps up behind him, the vampire turning around in shock. "Boo" He smirks before drawing back his machete quickly, decapitating the vampire.

Y/N rushes over to the cage with humans the vampires had locked up. "Told you we'd come back" Dean says besides her to the humans, before picking the lock on the cage and ripping it off.

F/N steps on it, driving down the road at nearly 60 miles per hour. He's stunned when he realizes the road is blocked by four vampires and their car. Mashing the brakes, he puts the truck in park. "Get out!" Luther, Kates mate, the vampire pack leader, orders him.

F/N does so, opening his door and steps out of the truck. "Who are you?" Luther asks him. "Name's L/N" He answers dryly. "Where are you friends?" Luther further questions. F/N smirks, "Cleaning out your nest" Luther's cocky smile drops. "Where's Kate?" He grits his teeth at F/N.

"Come here, sweetheart" F/N hauls the rope from the truck that Kates tied up with. Pulling her out, he presses his machete to her neck. Luther is fuming with anger, "Kate, you alright?" He asks his mate. She breathes heavily from the poison, "Dead Man's Blood" She informs him that she was poison.

"You son of a bitch" Luther growls. "I want the Colt, Elkins' gun. A trade" F/N demand. "Is that what this is all about? I mean, you can't shoot us all right. We'll kill you" Luther scoffs cockily. "Oh I don't need it for you. I'm saving it for something else" F/N smirks. "Put the Colt down or she goes first" He orders.

"Alright" Luther obliges, taking the gun out of his pants he walks closer. "Just don't hurt her" He pleads. Resting the gun down on the ground infront of F/N. "Back up" He grits his teeth at Luther. "Further" He adds, Luther puts his hands up in defense, backing up further. F/N bends down slowly to pick the gun up, Kate still in his hands.

He doesn't realize Kate slip out of her bindings when he picks it up to see Luther smirking. "Nice move, you almost made it" Luther says, then suddenly Kate knocks him back, into his truck headlights harshly. The gun slipping from his grip. Luther grabs F/N by his collar and tosses him like a rag doll into his truck door that's still opened.

The glass shattering on impact as he falls to the floor unconscious. Luther moves closer to finish the job but he doesn't make it because an arrow drenched in Dead Man's Blood come flying in the direction of one of the vampires that were Luther's backup. Sam, Dean and Y/N come emerging from the bushes.

Another one of Luther's henchmen try to attack Dean but he shoots him with a arrow, incapacitating him. Y/N goes to shoot Luther but with speed, he knocks her off of her feet before punching Sam who was charging at him. Grabbing him by the collar, he tosses him into F/N's windscreen, shattering on impact. Sam rolls onto the ground, crying out in pain.

Y/N is dazzled by the attack, groaning in pain. Dean runs over after decapitating two other vampires. Kate, Luther and another henchwoman being the last three left. Dean grabs Sam's disguarded machine but Luther picks Y/N up and puts her in a headlock. "Nope. I'll break your bitch's neck. Put the blade down" Luther growls at Dean who holts in position.

Y/N grunts in pain as his grip tightens, Deans heart pounding out of his chest at the sight, "Kill Him!" She barks. Dean just stares at Luther who looks back at him with a deadly smile. Dean reluctantly tosses Sam's machete to the side as Luther glares at him, gripping onto Y/N who grunts. "You people. Why can't you just leave us alone" He huffs angrily.

"We have as much right to live as you do" His grip again tightens around Y/N's throat. "I don't think so" F/N's voice behind him startles Luther. He turns around to be met with an untimely faith of a bullet from the Colt, shot point blank by F/N to save his daughter's life. Luther's grip loosens on Y/N, Dean grabs her quickly, wrapping his arms around her as she gasps for air.

Blood pours from Luther's bullet wound in his head. Almost as if the bullet stunned him. A gush of wind blows back Luther's hair whilst a orangeish light glows from the bullet wound in his forehead. Kate watches as her mate falls to his knees, "Luther!!!!" She screams painfully. The hunters watching on as Luther falls to the ground, now dead.

Kate rushes to attack F/N but her friend holds her back. "Kate, don't!" But Kate breaks out of her grip. F/N goes to shoot but Kates too quick, she knocks the gun out of his hand, backhanding him. This knocks the breath out of him. Sam Dean and Y/N charge at her but it's too late. Kate had already taken up Sams machete that Dean tossed aside, driving in through F/N.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!" Y/N screams painfully, a power surging through her after witnessing her father's body fall to the ground.

Y/N's POV

It all happened so fast. As cliche as it sounds, cliches are what it is for a reason. It was as if everything was in slow motion. One minute my father saved my life from a vampire that was ready to snap my neck like a toothpick. The next....he was bleeding on the ground because he killed someone's mate.

"NOOOOOO!!!!" I scream painfully, power surging through me. That's when a force sent Kate flying into Luther's windscreen. In that moment, I knew it came out of me. Sam and Dean ran over to my father to check on him. All I had was murder in my mind, vengeance against the woman who just drove a machete through his gut.

I picked up my fathers machete that was on the ground, charging at Kates friend. I took her head off in a flash, gritting my teeth as I inch towards Kate who was on the floor infront of Luther's car. "Nonono!! He killed Luther!" She pleads for her life. I glare at her in disgust. My chest fuming with anger. "Fuck you bitch!" I drew my father machete back.

I took her hands first, chopping the off one by one swiftly. The blood from her hands drenching me as they squirt out like water guns. She cries for mercy but I kick her back onto the ground, my boot on her neck. "PLEASE I-" She didn't get to finish her sentence because I had already taken her head off. The machete slips from my grip.

I rush over to my father who's still on the floor, Sam and Dean besides him. They're knelt next to him, holding him up. "It's okay daddy. We'll get you patched up" Tears fall from my eyes when I see the lifeless smile on my fathers face. He shakes his head weakly, this making me sob even more. "You...kids...need t-t-to get...out...of...here. Take the Colt to your father." He breathes heavily. Clutching onto the machete that still in him.

"No! We're not leaving you!" Dean yells, tears falling from his eyes. Dad shakes his head weakly, "Feel my back..." He says to us, grimacing in pain. Sam puts his hand to his back, and then brings it out to show us....blood. The blade when through him. straight through him. "Please, daddy. No! You can't go this way! You can't!" I sob, clutching onto my father.

"It's okay baby. It's my time" He assured me, smiling weakly. I shake my head, refusing to accept it. He then brings his shaky bloody hand to my face slowly. Wiping my tears away, I cry louder at his touch, a lump in my throat forming. "You are so beautiful. You remind me so much of your mother." He says lovingly, tears forming in his eyes. "Just as strong, fearless and hardheaded" He chuckles weakly, I choke back a painful sob.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I will never be able to forgive myself for not being there when you needed me most. God knows my heart, he knows that if I knew you were dying, I'd be there" He sobs, his voice pained. "How do you..." I trail off in shock at the fact that he knew I was electrocuted months back. "That doesn't matter. But I'm here now....and I'm going again" Tears coat all our faces as he continues weakly.

"Please...please don't leave me. I can't do this without you" I cry out for my father, clutching into him. "You'll always be my baby, you can do it. I know you can" He smiles weakly. He then turns to Dean with a tearful smile. "Dean...I admire your dedication to this life. Your bravery, your courage and your determination. You always stepped up and I appreciate that. You're a hell of a hunter and your father is proud of you. I'm proud of you" Dad tells him weakly, Dean chokes a painful sob. "Thank you, sir" Dean cries.

"You take care of my little girl. Look out for her. Do what it takes to protect her, son. That's an order" He says firmly. "Yes, sir. You have my word" Dean sobs, holding onto my fathers right hand. "I know I do" Dad says nodding. "But you hurt her, and I'll haunt your ass, you hear me boy?" He threatens. Dean nods. Dad then turns Sam, "And you...kiss and make up with your old man. He loves you" He says to Sam, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

"Yes, sir" Sam nods firmly, sobbing. "You're a smart kid, Sammy. You tried to get out of this life, I admire that about you. Thank you for being a brother to my daughter" He says gratefully to Sam. "You keep these two knuckleheads grounded before they kill each other. You hear me?" Dad chuckles, gesturing to me and Dean. I shake my head at this sobbing.

The fact that he's joking in a time like this is ironic and familiar. He really is my father. "I will. I promise" Sam promises him. "Y/n/n..." My fathers weak voice croaks, he weakly pulls the machete from his gut, the blood escaping from his wounds through and through. I can't look at it, my vision starts to become blurry.

"I love you, baby" He says weakly. "I love you too, daddy" I sob, staring into my fathers eyes. "It's okay....you can go now" I cry, holding my father in my arms as he takes his last breath. The light that was once in his eyes, now going out. "No...no....NOOOOOOO!!!!" I scream, a power surging through me again.

The scream I let out was ear piercing. The boys who were also sobbing, grimaced, putting their hands over their ears as I continue to scream. It was deafening. I swore I felt the ground beneath me shaking, I was sure it was when the windows from the Impala and my Dads truck that were perfectly fine, shattered. The glass scattering all around us.

When I finally stopped screaming, I was sobbing again. Dean had to pry me away from my father. I was kicking and screaming as Sam held him up, wrapping his arm around Dads shoulder to take his lifeless body to the Impala. I sobbed into his chest, banging at him with my fists. "Let go of me, Dean! LET GO OF ME!!!" I scream but he doesn't let up as Sam opens the backdoor and gently places Dad in the back seat.

Dean was crying just as much as me. He held onto me like if I was the one that was dead.

My father was dead. He was gone. And he wasn't coming back. He died saving my life. He died because I didn't listen to him. He died because of me.

To Be Continued...

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Authors Note: PUT THE PITCHFORKS DOWN!!😭😂I know some people might be happy with her fathers death but me personally, I'm heartbroken. No joke, I cried while writing this. I've been planning this from since the first episode. I hope this doesn't discourage some people from reading. I do hope everyone enjoyed and thank you for supporting me always! Reminder that this chapter is unedited. Till the next 🫶Heres a spoiler that's kind of obvious, John returns😘

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