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theemporium · 7 months

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Daniel knew it was wrong.

In a small town, there were certain rules you always followed. You never talked bad about anyone or anything to someone you didn’t trust unless you wanted it to get back to them. You never went against the social hierarchy, especially if you were new in town. And you never—never—messed with the sheriff or his family.

It was small town etiquette and everyone knew that.

And Daniel knew that too. He did. He really, really did—especially when he had so much to lose.

He was well-respected and well-liked in the community. The older men knew him as strong and reliable, the older women knew him to be a sweet talker with an overwhelming amount of charm. Neighbours knew him to be someone to lean on, bartenders knew him to be a good time when he walked through the doors.

Everyone knew Daniel Ricciardo and everyone loved him.

But even he couldn’t get away with something like this if he was caught—which was exactly why he had driven a little out of town, a little further than anyone would ever dare to come out, a little further than you felt safe with.

And yet, any possible concern or fear you had washed away when you were with him. When you were lying in the tailgate of his truck, feeling his hands spreading your thighs so he could kneel between them as the scruff of his beard brushed against your skin.

“Danny,” you sighed helplessly as his fingers teased the hem of your dress. A dress that was far too short for you to be wearing around town, but perfect for your late night rendezvous with him. “It's getting late. My father—”

“Your daddy ain’t gonna know a single thing, sweetheart,” he murmured between soft, open-mouthed kisses traced down the column of your neck. “And I’m clearly not doing my job right if you’re thinkin’ about him.”

“I just—” You cut yourself off, a small whimper escaping your lips as his teeth scraped against a sensitive spot at the base of your neck. “Oh shit.”

“Dirty mouth you got, darlin’,” Daniel mused as he pulled back, enjoying the sight of your flushed cheeks and wide eyes. “Such a pretty little thing to be saying stuff like that.”

“If you say it’s because of who my father is—” You started, your brows furrowed together but Daniel’s laugh cut you off.

“M’only teasing,” he assured you, his hand rubbing up and down your bare thigh until you shivered beneath his touch. “You cold?”

“A little,” you admitted shyly, the cardigan you had slipped on before you snuck out the house doing little to battle the late evening chill.

Daniel’s eyes glimmered. “Want me to warm you up, princess?”

And you knew exactly what he meant. You knew the underlying question in his words. You knew exactly what his intentions were as his hand slid further up the skirt of your dress until his fingers brushed the fabric of your cotton panties. You knew by the smirk on his lips and the glint in his eyes exactly what he meant.

And it took less than a second before the panic set in.

“Wait!”

Daniel paused, completely frozen on top of you as he looked down with an expression mixed between concern and worry. His other hand quickly cupped your cheek, his eyes wandering over your body like he would find some physical distress that would explain your outburst.

“Are you okay? Is somethin’ wrong?” He questioned, his lips turned downwards when you didn’t answer straight away. “Sweetheart, say somethin’. You’re killin’ me here.”

“I’ve never done it before!” You blurted out as you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

His frown deepened. “Done what before?”

“Don’t make me say it,” you whispered with a sheepish expression.

“I don’t know what you’re on about, baby,” Daniel said, his expression completely genuine until you saw a smile cracking through his facade.

“Danny,” you whined, lifting your hands to cover your face but he was quick to stop you.

“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart,” he cooed, almost a little condescending when he grinned down at you. “We don’t have to do anything, honey. I just wanna spend time with you, we don’t have to—”

“But I want to,” you breathed out, completely cutting him off. “I want to. I just…”

“You want to?”

You nodded.

“And you’re sure?”

You nodded again.

“Need to hear your words, sweetheart.”

“I want this, Danny,” you said, your voice a little breathy and quiet but he heard it all the same. You placed one of your hands over his, slowly guiding it further up your skirt until his palm was cupping your clothed pussy. “Everybody is always so scared, too scared to touch me. I want you to touch me, Danny.”

His eyes darkened. “Yeah?”

You nodded for a third time, your lips parting with a soft sigh when his thumb pressed against your clit. “I want you to make me feel good.”

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” Daniel groaned before he leaned down to press his lips against yours. “You gonna listen? You gonna be a good girl f’me?”

“Yes, sir.”

Daniel smiled against your lips, wide and undeniable. And despite all your whining and moaning and bucking into his palm, he didn’t rush. For someone so loud and fast-paced and adrenaline seeking, Daniel was soft and slow when he touched you.

He kept his ministers on your swollen clit, firmly pressed circles until the fabric of your panties were soaked with your own arousal. And even when he pulled your dress over your head and quickly undressed himself too, he still seemed to have the patience of a saint as the head of his cock swiped through your soaked slit.

“Danny, please!” You whined, your heels pressing into the back of his thighs in an attempt to urge him.

But he lightly tsked, giving you a look that quickly shut you up. “Gotta be patient or you’re getting nothin’, darlin’.”

You pressed your lips together, biting back the whimper you wanted to let out.

But you didn’t have to wait much longer until he was sliding in deep, the stretch of his cock prompting a choked out moan to leave your lips as he continued to coo and praise you until his hips were pressed against yours. His fingers were brushing away your stray tears, his lips pressing soft kisses all over your face as you clung onto him.

“Doin’ so good f’me,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to the edge of your lips. “Fuck, you feel like heaven, sweetheart. Don’t think I can ever leave you alone now.”

“Don’t leave,” you sobbed, your legs winding around his waist to keep him close.

“Never, cowgirl, never,” he assured you between soft kisses. “I said I was gonna make you feel good, and I’m gonna make sure of that for as long as you want me around. Now lemme see that pretty face, baby. I wanna see how good my girl looks when I make her come on my cock.”

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cycat-carisi · 5 months

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Lonesome Superhero

Pairing: Gator Tillman x f!reader (not romantic)

Summary: Gator keeps hitting on you and you finally give him a piece of your mind. He's not the sweet boy you once knew anymore - or if he is, it's far too difficult to see.

Tags: No spoilers! Angst. Post episode 1 and 2.

Warnings: language, misogynistic themes from the show

Length: ~1.3k

A/N: This just popped into my head and I needed to get it out. Gator is despicable and unless he has some major character growth, I can't bring myself to romanticize him. I do think his character is super intriguing though. I hope we get to dive deeper into what makes him tick throughout the season. (:

(Plus, I have a theory that Gator may have unintentionally been a witness to his mother's murder as a boy...)

Fic below the cut or on AO3 here

It's in the way the frosted glass door harshly swings open that immediately lets you know who is behind it. There could only be one person who felt entitled enough to barge into a retirement home like he owned the place.

You swallow thickly. Not again.

Turning around from your medicine cart, you find him standing there in his camouflage cargo pants and a black t-shirt that is two sizes too tight. His hands perch on his hips as his narrowed eyes and cocky smirk aim in your direction.

"Gator, please. Not today," you speak coldly.

His smirk only grows. "Oh, c'mon, babycakes, you don’t know what you're missin'!"

"Gator!" you scold, trying to hush your voice in front of your patients. "Come with me, please." Anger bubbles up inside of you as Gator's face contorts into a triumphant grin. He saunters forward as you lead him toward the back entrance of the small facility.

In the shadow of the building, the fall air nips at your bare arms. The chill, however, is easily quelled by your boiling blood.

"How dare you come to my place of work!" You waste no time laying into the Tillman son.

Your ferocity catches Gator off-guard, causing panic to dart across his features. He takes a half-step back, pulling his head and neck along with it.

Oh, but you’re far from done with him.

"For weeks now, you've been popping up wherever I go, asking me to go out with you in the most degrading ways possible! Every. Single. Time. I have turned you down, yet you clearly cannot take ‘no’ for an answer! And now you have the audacity to show up at where I work and do the same? No! It doesn’t work like that, Gator. I worked hard for my career. I went to college, got my license, and came back here to help my community. I am respected in this building, and I will not tolerate you waltzing in here like God's gift to women and disrespecting me in front of my patients!"

Out of breath and seething, you continue to stare Gator down. He looks downright gobsmacked – a mixture of a wounded pup about to run and a cornered hound ready to bite.

The silence is deafening. You wait for Gator to snap back like he always does – some moronic comeback that's as pathetic as his barbed wire LOL tattoo.

And predictably, he does just that. "What the hell?!!" he cries out, stepping towards you and invading your space. The pungent odor from his last puff of vape wafts off his breath. "I'm the law in this town! I'm a winner! All you ever do is humiliate me! You're fucking awful!"

"I'm awful?!" you scoff, eyebrows shooting skyward. You're about to rip him a new one when you simply stop and shake your head in pity. "What happened to you, Gator?"

Once again, the Tillman son is rendered speechless. His dark brow pinches together in confusion. "Wha-?"

You seize your opportunity to dive a little deeper. "I mean, what happened to the Gator from middle school? The one who used to be my friend? The boy who was sweet and kind and would spend lunch hours reading comic books with me. It's like you suddenly woke up one day and decided to become an asshole, always acting out in class and purposely bullying other kids. Doing reckless shit because your dad could get you out of trouble. And now? I think you've gotten worse! Hell, Mrs. Lakeland told me that you all but pushed Gladys Baker out of the way at the corner store the other day. What the heck is wrong with you? Who do you think you are?"

"I - I -" he stammers, head spinning. Then Gator swallows, puffing up his chest. "I take what's mine! I take what I'm owed. I made it through police training. People in this town owe me their respect, so I take it as I see fit."

"Newsflash! That's not how you get respect, sunshine," you retort. "Respect is earned, and from where I'm standing, all I see is a pathetic man-child whose daddy got him where he is today. 'My father is the sheriff' are the magic words that force people to step out of your way. That's not respect; that's notoriety from being a grade-A asshole!"

Gator's face twists into a snarl while his fists clench and unclench at his sides. You've clearly hit a nerve.

Even though you’d love nothing more than to lay into him some more, you remind yourself that it’s notworth the fight. Instead, your chest constricts with disappointment. "I don’t get it, Gator,” you speak softly. “Why do you let your father run your life? He says to jump and you ask how high. When are you gonna wake up and realize that he's just using you?"

If it wasn’t clear that you’d struck a nerve before, it certainly is now. Gator’s combat boot strikes the gravel, sending up a cloud of dust and dirt, and his cheeks glaze over with a deep red flush. "I don’t – He doesn’t –" Lost for words, Gator simply clamps his jaw shut. He kicks at the ground again and throws his hands to his hair, letting out a frustrated yell.

You hop back in surprise; a fearful gasp escapes you at his sudden outburst.

Gator's head whips back up, and those dark eyes meet yours.

Middle school was a long time ago, yet Gator remembers everything. He remembers how nice you were to him; how one day you saw this quiet boy sitting alone at lunch with a comic book and decided to come over and ask what he was reading. He used to dream of being as invincible as the superheroes in his books – Gator's way of shielding himself from everything that he'd seen. But then you came along and somehow made him feel a little less alone. He adored you and your friendship, eventually developing a little crush. That was, of course, before Gator was taught that girls weren't supposed to like comics, that men lead while women follow, and that his father's word was absolute. If he pleased his father, any situation could go Gator's way. The power sought after by characters in his comic books was right at Gator's fingertips; all he had to do was prove to the senior Tillman that he was worthy. Nothing else mattered.

And now? Gator almost had it. He was so close to having his father's approval. He was certain of it! Why couldn't you see that? Why couldn't you see how awesome he had become? He had buried his crush on you away while you were at college, but now that you were back, there was no reason to hide that he wanted you. And there should be no reason why you wouldn't want him either!

Except…your words today hurt. They made Gator feel puny and pathetic. How could you say that he was just his father's pawn?! He was his own man! A tough and strong and important man in this town...right?

You watch as despair briefly flashes across Gator's face before quickly being replaced by aggravation. He grunts again prior to spinning on his heels and stalking off.

No! Gator is his own man, and you were just the type of woman his father had warned him about! His crush is stupid, and so are you...

As Gator storms off, his ears catch your quiet words laced with pity. "Silly me for thinking that the sweet guy who read comics with me would still be in there.”

For the first time since he was a boy, tears stab at Gator's eyes. He scrunches his eyes closed and shakes his head, instead focusing on the sound of gravel crunching under his boots as he slinks away.

Thanks for reading! Feedback is loved ❤

#gator tillman #fargo #fargo season 5 #gator tillman x reader #my fanfic #fargo fx #joe keery #lonesome superhero series

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melanated-writersblock · 5 months

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OMGP Prologue

For those of you that actually appreciate some sort of plot😩🍸

For as long as you’ve known him, Toji Fushiguro has never been one to back down from a challenge. He’s always going out of his way to prove you wrong and it only got more frequent after you two got together. So when you made a passing joke about how Toji wouldn’t be able to survive the infamous No Nut November, he took that shit to heart.

And the challenge was set.

But it’s not like he was just doing it for the sake of novelty, there was a reward. You and Toji made a pact that if he completed No Nut November SUCCESSFULLY, then when the clock stuck 12 midnight on December 1st, he could have you. Whenever he wanted. However he wanted. You offered up more days, in case he’d need breaks. But he insisted, saying he only needed one. And when you two shook on it, Toji smiled, because he knew he’d win.

The month was long, and obviously it was a pain not being able to touch him and him touch you. The sexual tension that radiated off of the both of you when lounging in opposite sides of your apartment felt stronger than any cursed energy a sorcerer could possibly harness. It was almost concerning. Finally, November 30th came.

2:30 PM.

There was a certain…peace…that fell over the apartment, all day. You knew Toji was around, because you could hear his footsteps and movements when he went to do stuff….but it seemed like he was purposely avoiding you. Matter of fact, you KNEW he was avoiding you!

7:45 PM.

You were in the kitchen making dinner and needed something from an overhead cabinet above the stove, and SOMEONE decided to conveniently place it further back than you could manage. Toji watched you from the living room couch as you bent over the stove slightly, reaching as far back into the cabinet as you could for garlic salt that genuinely shouldn’t have been there. He studied the way the hem of your shorts rode up your ass cheeks and got caught between your thighs. He wanted to be between them so badly. He NEEDED to. He wanted to see you struggle for a bit, before he could put you out of your misery. At least in the only way that was allowed, for now. “Stop, before you hurt yourself. I got it.” You hadn’t even processed that Toji was already behind you when he leaned over you to grab the seasoning salt. Oh god he was so close. He smelled good, he FELT good, big and firm, like he’d gotten impossibly stronger or something. It made you wonder how many poor sorcerers had to suffer because of this silly little bet. His abs pressed against the folds of your clothed back, and maybe you were just that feral, but you swore on your soul you could feel his hardness right against your ass. You didn’t dare look him in the eyes…unless you were ready to throw your 30 day streak down the fucking drain. He knew what he was doing to you, and he enjoyed that it was working. Toji handed the spice to you, smiling to himself before walking off. You finally stopped holding your breath, and went back to cooking.

9:26PM.

Time was tormenting you both. You took your 2nd cold shower of the day and it didn’t help a damn thing. Toji flipped through channels to try to distract himself from even looking in the direction of the bathroom in your shared bedroom.

10:32 PM.

Toji poured a glass of water in the kitchen, and you watched from behind your phone screen on the couch as he drank, and droplets of water trickled down his chin…down his neck…down to his fitted SavagexFenty shirt that you actually regret buying for him right about now. This man had the actual BALLS to LOOK AT YOU while this was happening. Your eyes stayed locked on each other while he came back to sit on the other couch across the room. He was almost at the finish line.

11: 45 PM.

You laid in bed, dozing off. You decided to turn in after you felt like the tension between you and Toji started to die down. In and out of sleep, your eyes lazily swayed between the clock on your nightstand and the cracked bedroom door where faint light from the living room TV reflected on it. Everything was so peaceful that you hadn’t even noticed your clock inching towards 11:58 PM. You close your eyes for a mere few seconds, opening them to see Toji removing his shirt as he walks through the bedroom door tossing it off to the side as he walks towards you, undoing his sweatpants with a devilish smile.

It’s officially midnight. December 1st is here. And you’re in for a long day.

December 1st

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Prompt 91 babyyyyy

OMG Hi Bestie

Thank you so much for sending in this suggestion! I LOVED this prompt and @1soff also shared it.

This is starring Joel and a new FMC who you'll likely be meeting soon (probably this fall?) who Joel calls Goldie. This is going to be a no-outbreak modern AU Joel romantic dramady fic. They were best friends in high school but had a falling out at the end of their senior year and went their separate ways until Goldie moves back to Austin when they're in their early 30s. This scene isn't going to be canon for their story BUT you'll at least get a taste for Joel and Goldie!

Thank you for being here! I hope you like Joel and Goldie! Love you so much!

Pick Me

You and your high school best friend, Joel Miller, reconnect after years apart.

Based on Prompt 91: “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (nicknamed Goldie)

Warnings: None :) No use of Y/N.

Length: 1.8K

“You’re not going to make me like this damn town,” you said, taking a drink off the flask and passing it back to Joel. Your legs were dangling over the rock toward the river below, the stars bright overhead. “Doesn’t matter how many times we try to act like teenagers breaking into the state park, it’s not going to work.”

“I’ll wear ya down,” he said, taking a drink himself. “If you’re stuck here, may as well try to enjoy it.”

You sighed, looking out at the Austin skyline as Joel handed the flask back to you. You took another drink.

This stupid fucking city held what seemed like everything bad that had ever happened to you. Your father, how your mother died, Anna’s descent into addiction that you knew was at least partially your fault.

But it also had Joel.

The one, incredibly determined bright spot that had been here even as you tried as hard as you could to run from it. Liking Austin was dangerous. Liking JOEL was dangerous.

“How’s the school treatin’ ya?” He asked after a minute.

“Pretty good, actually,” you nodded. “Better than Ohio did when I started there.”

“Fuckin’ Ohio,” Joel said, glancing at you with a sly smile on his lips. You snorted. He held out his hand. “You’re bogarting the booze, Goldie.”

“What, you think it’s yours or something?” You teased, handing the flask back.

“Unless your last name is suddenly Miller,” he teased back, tapping the engraved side of it. He took a swig. “But they got you teachin’… fuck, whatever the interesting shit is English professors get to teach?”

You laughed a little.

“Yeah,” you said. “I have 18th century British Literature which is a good one for me, anyway. Literature for writers is another one I’m liking so far. Plus some workshops. It’s mostly upperclassmen so they’re all kids who are there because they care about the subject, not just to fulfill some requirements to graduate.

“I think the school is sucking up to me a bit, though,” you said. “I picked a good time to have my life completely implode and need to job hunt. I had some good name recognition from my book. They want to try to keep me around so they’re letting me teach the cool shit instead of needing to work my way up.”

He nodded slowly and handed you the flask back. You ran your thumb over the engraving, watching his name catch the light of the moon. You took another drink.

“You’re still too smart to be hangin’ out with me,” he smiled a little. “Not arguin’, just pointin’ out some truths for you.”

“You’re still too cool to be hanging out with me,” you smiled back. “Think we’re even.”

“I was never that cool,” he replied.

“Oh I know,” you laughed. “I was just a huge fucking loser.”

He laughed at that. You handed him the flask.

Joel was sitting close to you, so close that your leg sometimes brushed his when it swung out over the water below. His hand brushed yours as he leaned back on the rock, his fingertips slipping into the gaps between your own. You took your hand back and lay down on the stone, looking up at the sky overhead.

The whiskey had set in, a pleasant buzz running over you as you watched the lights from distant planes flying overhead. You wondered idly where they were going, if the people aboard were excited for vacation or traveling for business or on their way to a funeral. You always wanted to know things like that. It was your curse, that’s what your mother had called it. That you had all these questions about how the people around you moved through the world, like you wanted to crawl inside their skin and live as them for a day, just to see what it was like to occupy the same space as another person, have their heartbeat, feel the creases in their flesh as it existed to them.

“You ever wonder what would have happened if you’d stayed here after high school?” Joel asked. You looked over at him. He took another drink. “Gone to UT and shit instead of runnin’ off to Columbia?”

“All the time,” you replied. “But I think about a lot of different versions of myself. In some alternate universe there’s a me who went to Iowa for undergrad and never met fucking Brad…”

“Fuckin’ Brad,” Joel echoed. You looked up at him and caught a glimpse of his smile.

“There’s another one who moved to London and never went to college,” you said. “She’s just waiting tables and writing shitty poems in an apartment she shares with three other people. But she’s pretty happy there, so good on her I guess.”

Joel paused before looking down at you.

“The version who stayed?” He asked.

You sighed.

“I’m really not sure,” you said. “I’m sure we would have stayed friends the whole time instead of falling out of touch…”

“We weren’t talkin’ when you left,” he said.

“I know,” you sighed. “But I think we’d have moved past that pretty quick if we were in the same damn city.”

“Makes sense,” he agreed after a moment.

“I’m not sure about her beyond that, though,” you said after a moment of quiet.

He was quiet but lay down next to you on the rock, looking up at the stars. His body was warm, even from a few inches away.

“Missed you, you know,” he said, turning his head to look at you.

“Missed you, too,” you said, smiling a little back at him before looking back at the stars again. “You know, more than I think about staying here, I wonder what would have happened if we’d never… you know. If we’d just stayed friends.”

“Yeah?” He said. His eyes were still on you, you could feel him watching you. “What do you think would’ve happened?”

“I wouldn’t have married fuckin’ Brad,” you laughed. “You’d have seen right through his shit and talked me out of that one real quick.”

He snorted.

“I only met the guy once but he was a fuckin’ dick,” he said.

“See?” You smiled. “I needed someone to point that out to me, I couldn’t see him for what he was. I needed someone who could.”

“I probably wouldn’t have Sarah,” you heard him frown then. “Shit, that’s weird to think about… I doubt I’d have gone to the bar and hooked up with her mom that night if we’d still been friends.”

“That whole ripple effect thing,” you sighed. “Change one thing and the whole world shifts. But assuming you would still have Sarah - that girl is inevitable, you cannot deny her. She’d will herself into existence if you weren’t there to help her along - what would be different for you?”

He laughed a little and then sighed.

“Might have actually done the community college thing,” he shrugged. “You would have been on my ass about it until I fuckin’ enrolled…”

“Damn right I would’ve,” you replied.

“I’d probably have just flunked out though,” he said. “Then I’d have a bunch of loans and nothin’ to show for it.”

“Damn,” you sighed but smiled slightly, turning your head to look at him. “Who knew I’d be such a bad influence on you.”

“Nah,” he smiled. “My mom’s never wrong about that shit and she liked you. It’d be good.”

“Oh, well, if I had Mrs. Miller’s blessing…” you teased.

You just lay there, looking at each other for a bit, the rock cool below you, the river drowning out the sounds of the city that lay just out of reach on the horizon. There was a knot in your stomach when you looked at Joel for too long, something that seemed to want to dig into you, something that had lingered whenever he came to mind for years.

“Oh hey,” you said, desperate to have something else to talk about. “How did your date go the other night? The one girl you were doubling with Tommy and Maria with?”

“Oh,” Joel paused for a moment. “It was fine, I guess, but we didn’t really… I dunno, click or whatever the fuck you wanna call it. We’re not goin’ out again.”

“She was that bad in bed, eh?” You teased. Even in the dark you caught his frown.

“Wouldn’t know,” he said. “Didn’t fuck her.”

“Really?” You frowned a bit, surprised. “Well, good for you.”

“Feel like you’re implyin’ somethin’ about my dating history, Goldie,” he smiled a little.

“Just that you’re good at charming the pants off your dates,” you smiled back. “Which I’d think most men would take as a compliment.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, going quiet again.

He was so close to you, so close it felt dangerous.

“Still talkin’ to that one guy?” Joel asked. “What’s his name?”

“Eric?” You asked. “The guy whose texts I showed you to see if you thought he was a whack job?”

“That’s the one,” Joel laughed a little.

“Yeah, actually,” you smiled a bit. “We’re going out this weekend, some concert he wants to see. Who cares as long as it gets me out of my damn apartment…”

“Don’t go on that date,” Joel cut you off.

“Why?” You breathed, your heart pounding against your ribs. The sad, homesick longing you’d had for him for what felt like your entire life was sharp and hot inside your stomach.

“You know why.”

“Say it.”

“I love you, Goldie,” he said, looking at you so intently that you could feel it in your blood. “I’ve loved you since were fuckin’ 16 years old and…”

“Don’t do this to me, Joel,” your voice broke as you said it. “Don’t treat me like one of the girls you date where you say whatever it is you say to them to get them into bed…”

“You think that’s what this is?” He rolled onto his side so he was looking down at you, his body just inches from your own. “That any of that shit wasn’t to make up for not havin’ you when you left?”

“That’s not…” you began but he cut you off.

“You’re it for me,” he said. “Knew it when we were 16 years old, knew it on prom night, knew it the day you left town.

“Don’t go out with that fuckin’ guy. He seems… fine. He does, Goldie. He seems better than fuckin’ Brad but Jesus, you deserve so much better than fine. Let me try to be somethin’ close to what you deserve. Don’t go on that date.”

“Joel,” you breathed.

“Don’t go on that date.”

“I won’t,” you said softly. “I’ll…”

And, for the first time in 14 years, your best friend kissed you, his hand slipping around to the back of your head, pulling your face closer to his own as his lips met yours all soft and sweet. It left you breathless when he pulled away.

“Good,” he said. “That’s… good."

"Yeah," you said. "I think it is."

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #fanfic #follower celebration

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delugguk · 2 years

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87 and jealous jungkook aka my favorite jungkook lmao

87. "everyone's eyes on you, I'm bound to get jealous."

pair: jungkook x reader

what happens here?: stablished relationship, jealous jungkook..

word count: 936

note: SORRY FOR THE ENDING I HAD TO STOP MYSELF OR ELSE THIS WILL REACH 3K WORDS😩

from this prompt list (not taking numbers atm)

"we didn't had to leave chaey's birthday like that, we left way too early." your firm voice approaches jungkook's ears as he drives. you think he did, in fact, took it too far this time.

"don't think so. It's 2 am, perfect time to leave in my opinion."

"that's right, your opinion. not mine. you didn't even asked."

"I didn't because I knew you were going to say no."

"oh, so the best option for you is to drag me along with you? yeah.. brilliant idea." eyes rolling back when your voice is sarcastic.

"we left the party, didn't we?" he glances at you when his voice's sardonic but this isn't a funny situation for you to play along. - jungkook's eyes are back on the road.

"yes, but at what cost? the birthday was at a club. It's stupid for us leaving so soon, most importantly, without even saying goodbye," you scowl at him. "It's rude and I thought you wanted cake. we didn't even had a taste of it."

"I suddenly felt like not wanting it anymore."

you huff. "weird shit." breathing back to say, "I just don't know why 'it's getting late' is your excuse now when we had gone to parties, literally returning back home at 6am." you explain with a tight voice despite feeling very tired ㅡ and it's not because of you being physically tired. you just wish he could at least let you know instead of just acting and deciding things by his own. you know men can get pretty intense with you and while you understand his side, it still gets very tiring sometimes.

while you say all of this, jungkook swears he's listening to you when you speak. he really does, but his mind can't help but keep remembering the way those men ogled at you as if you were some sort of piece of meat, goddamn it. you were human too, why do they have to be so disgusting? the fact that you were fine as fuck was not excuse for them to treat you like an object, fuck. you weren't any of those things, you were more than that - but they just don't know.. and of course they don't! - you are his one and only. his. so what does he had to do in order to make that clear when every time he kissed you or touched you didn't mean shit to them? did he had to grab your waist and sho-

"jungkook." he's back to earth as soon as you call his name for the second time now. "huh?" startled, he glances at you. again.

"you'll leave marks on the steering wheel if you keep hardening your hands like that." you declare even when you're still feeling very much exasperated.

"hm." nodding without saying anything else, jungkook softens his grip around it. "I see." but his voice is still so cold.

"wow." you scoff with a bitter smile. "so you're still an ass."

jungkook stops at a red light. "babe." eyes scanning your very much naked legs crossed below and above one another, you were hot, he was aware. but fuck, does it has to be this hard each time you went out? maybe he was the problem because yes, he had thought about it, but fuck. he doesn't think any other men could ever not get jealous when everybody seemed to want to steal you from him as soon as they meet you.

you don't look at him when he calls you. arms crossed around your chest.

he sighs. "listen.." cupping your chin delicately with one hand as he guides you towards his face to meet his eyes. "what do you want me to do.. hm?" his tone rather bitterly soft. "everyone's eyes are on you, I'm bound to get jealous."

and as his lips pronounce each word, you can't help but let a big scoff. pushing his hand away from you when you say, "really, jeon?" and one single laugh leaving your throat. "just tell me when you're not acting jealous. come on, I'll wait." let with an empty space that fills with no answer whatsoever. "unless you can't." face getting closer to him but still far enough for him to touch you, you glare at him with a daring stare and all jungkook does is glimpse at your face with his eyes only falling down your slightly parted, and inviting lips from time to time.

"you know what? yes, I can't." he dares back. "want to know why?" voice stern as you slightly tilt your head to the side,

"why?"

and because the timing doesn't seem right as soon as you respond - red light switches back to green and the light is no longer illuminating both your faces when he parks his car into a dark but still very safe corner.

"because you're mine." and he's serious about it. eyes only staring at you very intensely.

"oh, am I?"

"yes, you are and I'm not arguing this one."

"can't you prove that without being an ass though? I don't think so."

"keep playing with me and I swear you're just gonna make it worst."

"I want to make it worst."

he glares at you. "do you?" tongue toying with his lip ring in a faint smirk as your face leans closer to him when you slowly goad at him, "I.. do."

with his tongue poking the side of his cheek now, he huff with a small but very marked laugh at the way you respond. "keep acting like that and you'll see what's worst."

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts #bangtan #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts drabbles #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts imagines #jungkook drabble #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #jungkook angst #bts angst

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triflesandparsnips · 7 months

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I've spent a couple days now trying to find the right words for this, and I still don't know if it's quite right, but-- well, fuck it. I need to tell it in three parts, because I'm not sure it breaks down more easily than that, so let's start with:

Stede knew.

...that is to say: The more I think about it, and in light of what we're seeing so far in season 2 (though hey, the new episode drops tonight, who knows, who knows, but--)

--but the more I think about it, the more sure I am that Stede has always known that he's attracted to men-- and he definitely knew, all along, that he was attracted to Ed in particular.

It's been a popular (and very entertaining) theory that maybe he didn't know. There was certainly a lot of static on the line whenever the topic came up in season 1. He seemed to need help identifying "love"; he didn't respond to Ed's flirting or half-attempted moonlight kiss; he didn't, in fact, try anything that wasn't obscured behind ten thousand layers of plausible deniability to the degree that it was reasonable to interpret him as naive or innocent or completely unaware of his own queerness.

But I think... I think that's what it was. Obfuscation. Hiding behind the relative safety of a presumed ignorance.

Because it all comes back, over and traumatically-over, to that queer need for the language of safety.

Listen: Stede Bonnet grew up keenly aware that being the kind of person he was-- being soft, being gay, being different, being queer-- was reason enough for the world to beat the shit out of him even when he was just a socially unacceptable level of queer (picking flowers as a boy, staying unmarried as a man). In Stede's time period, being any more obviously queer than that, and being subsequently found out, could lead to literal death.

So Stede would have been aware that that sort of attraction wasn't safe-- or, at least, that acting on it wasn't safe in any but the most plausibly deniable of ways... unless, and until, he could be absolutely sure.

And that's the thing, that right there, that's the next part of this:

Stede knew, but that doesn't mean he trusted himself-- or Ed.

It's like this:

When you're somebody who's been punished before (socially and physically) for just the appearance of queerness-- god forbid the acceptance or celebration of it-- then you're going to develop a whole lot of ways to protect yourself from anyone getting proof that you're as queer as they suspect.

So if you're caught looking-- no, no, you were just thinking about a book you wanted to read, silly Stede Bonnet, head in the clouds--

--and if your hand is caught lingering too long-- no, no, that can't be right, because you don't touch anyone at all, see? Oh that Stede Bonnet, awkward as anything, barely knows where his tea cup is--

--and no, absolutely not, you can't be fooled into believing a friend might be something more, no matter how flirtatious his body, no matter how much he seems to cherish your regard-- because either he's lying to you (and you learned that one well enough as a child, didn't you), or... or worse, that's just how some men feel friendship, and you're the one making it strange, making it queer, and he wouldn't be like that anymore if you just stopped bothering him quite so much, toddle on back to your wife, Stede Bonnet, and it'll all be fine again...

The tragedy of the first season might really be, out of all that happened, that a man could kiss Stede Bonnet on the mouth and say he made him happy and ask that they plan a life together--

And Stede still doubted that Ed really meant it.

Stede knew, and he doubted Ed... but he was on the road to trusting himself.

I think Stede went to sea to come out.

I think becoming a pirate was a deliberate queering of his previous life, the first step in him trying to actually allow himself an intentional queer identity in a world where the rules, boundaries, and kinds relationships that were expected and acceptable were broad enough for him to finally exist.

And he was right! Because, like-- jfc, of all the reasons the crew wanted to mutiny, it wasn't because Stede was kinda swish. Of all the reasons Spanish Jackie was going to de-nose him, it wasn't because he was swanning around camp af. Calico Jack did some damage, sure, but he dropped it once his overall aim was achieved-- making it less about social punishment and more another way to needle Stede into responding. Hell, even Izzy's initial interactions with him (regardless of what extra ammo he brought to bear later, which tbh may need separate examination entirely once we get more of season 2) were bound up in Stede interfering in his business and somehow succeeding rather than anything having to do with Stede's queerness.

And when you consider it from that angle... my god, the man was a one-man pride parade and his love of Edward Teach was the float at the front.

He used coded language with Ed in the first five minutes he was conscious enough to fuckin do so ("Do you fancy a fine fabric?" --christ, watch Stede's eyes before he asks that question, the way he clocks Ed turning away to test the cashmere, and when Ed gives a safe response that's when Stede shares more, just watch him)--

He took Ed's silk, touched Ed's chest, complimented his looks-- and even if you trust Stede's memory of it over Ed's, where there was no half-gasp, no aborted kiss-- Stede did all that, and Ed didn't punish him for it. My god, when they went their separate ways, Stede turned back to look-- and so did Ed--

He draped his lace cuffs over Ed's bare wrists as they stood together at tea. He let himself believe Ed was committing to a life together when they agreed to co-captaincy. When he thought Ed had left permanently with Calico Jack he was explicit with Lucius about what it meant ("I think it's over")--

Look: Stede has, in comparison and in opposition to his previous life, been a reckless bolt of rainbow glory almost the entire time we've see him in season 1. It just doesn't look like it from the outside because... he's really good at the language of safety.

So all this to say:

It makes sense, Stede having no concern for telling everybody in the entire pirate world apparently about his love for Ed.

It makes sense for Stede to say "I should have told him how I feel"-- because he knew, even then, he was just afraid he was wrong.

And so it would make sense, to me, if Stede, back in proximity with Ed and with definitive proof that Ed felt the same way as Stede (or had, at least, at one point), proceeds to get absolutely weird with how much gooey queer LOVE he throws at Ed from the moment they're both coherent enough to form words.

BECAUSE:

Stede couldn't trust the straight world to be safe? Well now he's dead there, time to be queer af

AND

Stede couldn't trust that Ed wanted him the same way? Well babe just went around making the world burn and then promptly died trying because he got his heart broken by Stede, so Stede is going to be 100% insufferable about showing this very special boy just how much he is absolutely adored.

And I cannot wait to see what bullshit he comes up now that he finally feels safe.

#is this coherent?#no clue #I'm working on MINUS hours of sleep #cw homophobia #queer love #queer identity #Stede Bonnet has been a dark (weird) horse all along #hey can someone else make the connection to what #our flag means death #really means in light of my thoughts above #our flag means death s2 spoilers #our flag means death season 2 rampant speculation

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mypimpademia · 2 years

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So I'm new here on Tumblr so I'm not sure how it works (I'm used to Wattpad lol), but, if you feel like it, you could make a headcanon with mha guys and a female reader, where Bakugou, Todoroki, Deku and Kirishima help y / n after a coma (if you know, after a coma, you find yourself in a vegetative state and a long physical and mental therapy is required)

I repeat, only if you want, I don't want to force you (my scenarios are quite strange and sad I know)

Anyway, waiting for your reply, love you so much <333

— Recovery

Bakugo x gn!fem!reader, Todoroki x gn!fem!reader, Midoriya x gn!fem!reader, Kirishima x gn!fem!reader

TW: Some Swearing (mostly on bakugos)

Note: I love you too!💖 enjoy boo <333 I'm not an expert on comas or anything like that so a lot of this is probably wrong

— BAKUGO.

⇶ He's the first person to show up when you finally wake up

⇶ And the expression he makes, it's almost like he can't believe what he's seeing

⇶ Because he can't.

⇶ Drops to his knees by your bedside and holds your hand, crying his eyes out while telling you how glad he is that you're awake between hiccups

⇶ Throughout your recovery, he's always there to help and gives you aggressive but genuine encouragement

"C'mon, eat your damn food. I know you're still getting used to it, but you're not gonna get better by not eating. So fucking eat, shit head!"

⇶ Very aggressive, but you know he means well

⇶ Always give you kisses and tells you 'nice job' as positive reinforcement, even it was as simple as feeding yourself

⇶ Katsuki always acts like it's a hassle, but he does literally everything you need

⇶ You want him to help you with trying to walk again? He's there

⇶ You said the pillow supporting your back feels out of place? He'll fix it right now

⇶ Unless you want a new one, he can get that done too

⇶ Katsuki is there every step of the way, and though others come by to visit you every now and then, he comes to see you as much as possible

⇶ Though he comes off as aggressive and rough around the edges, out of everyone, he cares the most

"You're doing fuckin' awesome baby, I'm so proud of you. I love you so much."

— TODOROKI.

⇶ Shoto is just walking into the room whenever you're waking up

⇶ He watches from the doorway, frozen, as you stir in your hospital bed

⇶ When you open up your eyes and look at him, his eyes are wide and overflowing with tears of joy

⇶ He quietly told you he'd be right back between stutters and ran to go get the nurse

⇶ Shoto was used to hospitals by now, considering the situation with his mom

⇶ He's seen it all, so he's got a good idea on how physical therapy works

⇶ He normally visits you on the same days he goes to see his mom

⇶ Whenever he comes, he always sneaks in some small amount of food or candy for you

⇶ Shoto's encouragement is always small

⇶ Usually in the form if small smiles, pecks on the forehead or cheek, or a gentle hand on your head

⇶ And when they're verbal they're short, quiet, and sweet

"You're doing incredible, love. I'm so proud of all the progress you've made."

⇶ Shoto helps you as much as possible

⇶ He comes to your physical therapy as moral support, and let's you talk to him about your mental therapy too (if you want)

⇶ Just makes a good partner to spend time with while healing

⇶ He'll talk to you, help you walk outside a bit, and asks your nurses what more he can do for you

⇶ Attentive to your needs. Ask, and you shall receive

⇶ You want him to sneak you in a specific food? He's got it stuffed in his school bag.

⇶ You want a new blanket? He'll ask you for a specific one.

⇶ Shoto is as supportive as can be, his presence was calming and he knew what he was doing

⇶ He was ready to help you in any way he could, just say the word

"Oh, I got you that blanket you were talking about last time. I'm really proud of how far you've come, love, and I wanted to get you something to show that."

— MIDORIYA.

⇶ Honestly, Izuku hadn't even seen you wake up before he went and got the nurses

⇶ Everytime you made even the slightest movement, or breathed differently when he came to visit, he'd immediately run crying to a nurse telling them you're waking up

⇶ He did it so often that all the nurses and doctors just rolled their eyes when he came to them, but they had to go check anyways because of protocol

⇶ Except this time, he was right

⇶ And by the time he got back to the room with the nurse you were already looking around a bit and the first thing you truly caught sight of was Izuku crying his eyes out

⇶ He was so worried, and until you're fully recovered and discharged from the hospital he probably won't stop worrying for even a second

⇶ Always asking you questions, wondering if you're comfortable or need anything

"Your blankets are comfortable, right? You aren’t cold? Do you need another–"

"Izuku." You cut him off.

He turned his head, silently questioning you.

"I already have three blankets."

⇶ Now, Izuku himself has actually had a bit of physical therapy

⇶ It was just for his arms, after damaging them so badly and so many times in a row, they made him do a little physical therapy for good measure

⇶ He wouldn't know how to help you a whole lot in your case, but he could help with the basics and then some if he has instructions from the nurses

⇶ Always gives you words of encouragement, no matter if you had a good or bad day, he tells you that you did good and gives you kisses

⇶ Izuku is probably the most attentive person you could ask for

⇶ Gets you food, blankets, helps you with extra physical therapy, talks to you about what ever

⇶ He usually catches you up on what's been happening at school, and always goes on about something cool that one of the pros did

⇶ Izuku is always ready to help someone out, and that especially goes for you. Just say the word and he'll do it no questions asked

— KIRISHIMA.

⇶ This sweet thing is dead asleep at your bed side when you wake up

⇶ Whenever he came to visit you before you woke up, he'd kind of just chill there, silently hoping you'll magically wake up

⇶ Would end up doing some homework, studying, or taking a nap

⇶ And sometimes, he'd even pull out a book he'd been reading and read to you, even if you weren't aware

⇶ You sit in your hospital bed, trying to recollect yourself as Eijiro was still in a chair beside your bed, head in the palm of his hand while a book rested on his lap

⇶ About 5 minutes passed before he began to stir awake himself

⇶ He was groggy for a few seconds, wiping drool off his face and rubbing his eyes

⇶ And when he finally collected himself, he took a glance at you only to find you staring back at him

⇶ His mouth gaped and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull before he took another few blinks to make sure he wasn't dreaming

⇶ Eijiro soon found himself crying into your lap and grasping both of your hands between his rough palms, telling you how happy he is that you're awake and how he was so worried

"Oh my god, Y/n!" Eijiro sobbed. "I- I can't believe it, you're really awake. I was so worried for so long, I was starting to think you'd n– never wake up." He gasped.

"I'm so happy you're here."

⇶ You simply smiled down at him, tearing up, not yet having the energy to speak, but he knew you were just as happy to be back

⇶ Eventually, he did realize that he should probably go and alert a nurse that you're awake

⇶ Once your physical and mental therapy started a few days later, Eijiro didn't stop coming to visit

⇶ Always comes in with a sharp toothed grin, kissing your cheek before sitting down and talking to you

⇶ He talks to you about what's been happening at school, asks how therapy has been going, and even now he reads to you every so often

⇶ And some days, you nap together

⇶ Sometimes he brings you food, usually little treats and candies that he knew you liked

⇶ He'll bring in a 4 pack of cupcakes for the two of you whenever you reach a therapy milestone

⇶ And of course, Eijiro has to pair it with a speech about how proud he is of you, and how much he loves you, and how he's so happy you're up and feeling better

"... And I just want you to know, that I'm so proud of you. And that I'm so so so happy that you're here right now, and that I love you more than words can explain."

⇶ He definitely cries everytime, but it's okay because expressing your feelings is manly

⇶ Overall, Eijiro is the best person to have by your side at anytime

⇶ To laugh, cry, imagine things together, or even take a nap with, he's there every step of the way, and honestly keeps you going

—

Taglist; @silkylious @blackweebtrash @love-hashira-raine @denkisdashi @bigheartlittlelies @haksluvr @luvirenee

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sanjoongie · 1 year

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FFF~ Day One

♡Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f) ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: childhood enemies to lovers ♡Word Count: 2,248 ♡Warnings: hate fucking, alcohol consumption, degradation kink, fem dom/ male sub dynamics, face riding, male and female orgasm ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Next Day~ Somnophilia, JYH ♡Dedication~ @downtoamagicalland the unholy trinity beta team

“Soooo, do you remember our friends from elementary school?” Your best friend since childhood brought up oh so casually while eating dinner and catching up.

“Mmm,” You hummed non committedly, chewing on a french fry.

“Well, I promised we’d all meet up later for drinks,” Your friend grinned.

“Really?” You deadpanned, “And you didn’t think to ask me if I had any plans?”

“You never have any plans!” Your friend stated, “Besides, it’s a reunion of sorts. It won’t be proper unless all of us show up.”

You sighed heavily, “Fine, I’ll go. But I’m only staying until I’m pleasantly buzzed and once my stomach is full.”

It would have been a simple obligatory night out, cheering with your best friend, making polite conversation with people you only knew as a child… except for him.

Seonghwa and you had never had a good friendship, even as little children. Seonghwa had always been crying and a pain in your ass. And to Seonghwa, you were the one person who made fun of his sensitivity and he had grown to hate you. So the feeling was mutual… but as adults, it had a sharp edge to it.

“Wait,” Someone from the group cackled, almost spilling their beer, “Didn’t you used to make fun of Seonghwa for being a cry baby all the time?”

“She did!” Your best friend hooted, “One time he cried about being afraid of the monkey bars after she challenged him to a race and we called him Cry Baby Hwa for a month.”

Seonghwa made a pained expression. “Do we really have to talk about this?”

“It was annoying,” You commented, taking another drink of your cocktail.

“Annoying?” Seonghwa bristled like a hissy cat, “You made my life a living hell!”

“Yeah well I was always the one that the teacher made take care of you when you were crying most of the time and I missed out on all the fun!” You spit back.

Seonghwa’s eyes went wide, “What?”

“Oh yeah, didn’t you miss going on that wooden roller coaster because the teacher thought you had made him cry again so you had to hold his hand while the rest of us went on it?” Someone recalled.

Your best friend’s smile slipped. “Didn’t you cry because the roller coaster was closed down a few months later and you never got to ride it?”

You pressed your lips together. “I don’t remember that.”

“Liar!” Another laughed, “You’ve always been such a bad liar.”

The table continued to recall other memories but you and Seonghwa remained silent. Suddenly this wasn’t so much fun anymore. You stood up abruptly, “I’m gonna head out.”

Everyone protested but you waved them away. “I’ve got an early day tomorrow. It was nice seeing everyone.” You grabbed your purse and made your way out of the pub.

“Hey!” A delicate hand pressed into your shoulder and spun you around. Seonghwa’s uncertain face peered down at you, “Wait.”

You sent a scathing look up at him. “What?”

He chewed nervously on his lip. “I didn’t know that. About the roller coaster.”

“I was an asshole as a kid. I deserved it. Half of the time, you were crying because of me. It wasn’t too far-fetched that our teachers always thought it was me.”

“Did you really hold my hand the entire time we waited for the group to get off the roller coaster?” Seonghwa frowned.

You sighed, watching as your breath came out as mist from the cold. “As I recall, your damn hand was clammy and you kept using my hand to wipe your tears and snot.”

A red blush covered Seonghwa’s face. “Sorry. I was a scared kid.”

You scoffed. “No shit.”

Seonghwa took a deep breath. “Listen, do you want to help me win a bet?”

You stiffened at the statement. “A bet?”

Seonghwa began to sway. “So our friends bet that I couldn't get you to sleep with me because you hated me--”

“Still do,” You corrected him.

That made Seonghwa pause. “Wait, what?”

“Half of my childhood memories are of having to deal with your annoying ass.”

Seonghwa tilted his head in confusion and anger. “I was miserable because of you!”

“So we are in agreement then. We still hate each other’s guts,” You smiled coyly.

Seonghwa dragged his fingers through his hair in frustration. “This is stupid.”

Your phone chimed and you pulled it out of your pocket out of habit. There was a text from your best friend saying ‘Enjoy!’ with a cheesy winky face. Wait, did she think… “Oh hell no,” You cursed under your breath. You shoved your phone screen in Seonghwa’s face. “Do you see this? Look what you’ve done!”

Seonghwa winced, “I can go back in there. Then they’ll know I’ve lost the bet.”

“Just so I can hear from my best friend that I let another handsome man escape my clutches yet again? Ugh, this is ridiculous.”

Seonghwa had a dopey smile on his face. “You think I’m handsome?”

You let out a frustrated noise and stomped your foot. “No! Those were her words not mine. God damn it all to hell and back.”

“You know, you’re kinda cute when you’re mad,” Seonghwa commented.

You breathed in sharply. Seonghwa’s eyes were twinkling at you. “No. I said no Seonghwa. I don’t know what you’re thinking but get the idea out of your head right now.”

Seonghwa took a step closer to you. “Actually, you didn’t say no.”

Your heart began to race. “Don’t, Seonghwa. Just don’t.” You were buzzed enough that the thought of sleeping with someone, anyone, was quite tantalizing. You weren’t drunk but you had drunk enough to feel your stomach spinning with excitement.

Seonghwa was close enough that his nose could brush yours if he wanted to. HIs eyes became hooded and his hot breath hit your cheek, clashing with the cool air. “Just say no then. I’m a gentleman.”

You swallowed. Your nerves were burning with anticipation. All you had to do was walk away, it was just that easy. But it was just as easy to say yes.

That’s how you found yourself in a cheap motel down the road, hand pressed palm down on Seonghwa’s stomach as you rode him. His hands clenched the sheets below in white-knuckled fists, mouth opened slightly to moan.

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” You said to him, “I used to be your bully and now you couldn't wait to to fuck me?”

Seonghwa whined below you, nose and cheeks still red from the alcohol he had consumed earlier. “But it’s so good!”

You smirked. “Of course it’s good. Because you enjoy being put down by me.”

His hands dared to move from the bed to your hips and you slapped his stomach in retaliation. “Did I say you could touch me?”

His eyebrows furrowed delicately. “Please.”

“No,” You said in a clipped tone. You took his hands in your own and leaned over so that you could pin them above his head, “You don’t get that privilege.”

Seonghwa’s hips bucked upwards, even more turned on by the notion that there were things he was not allowed to do. Your faces were closer now and your breasts brushed his chest. They swung with your movement and Seonghwa whimpered. “I need--”

“This is not about what you need, Seonghwa. This is about what I want.”

You let go of his wrists, with a stern eye to make sure his hands stayed there and then you propped yourself up on the balls of your feet so you could bounce more efficiently. Seonghwa was like a mewling, desperate thing below you, crying out at the change of pace. His teeth dug into his bottom lip. “Wanna cum!”

You scoffed at him. “I bet you can barely fill the condom with your shot, hmm, Hwa?”

His eyes shot open and for a brief, brief moment something changed. You had slipped and called him the short version of his name. You had told him once when you were children that Seonghwa sounded too dignified, so you had shortened it. In reality, your best friend had a lisp, so you were helping her out.

“I can!” He insisted.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll be lucky if I even get to climax from this. You gonna cum already, you big baby? Can’t handle my pussy, can you?”

Seonghwa’s face was in a pained expression again but you were starting to realize it was actually what he did when he was feeling good. He gasped arching his back and then he groaned loudly, slumping back to the bed again.

You sighed heavily. “You’re useless.”

You lifted yourself off of him, pulling the condom off of his now-softening dick and threw it in the trash. “There. Now you can claim your prize and all our friends can assume that we have made up.”

“Wait, wait,” Seonghwa panted, “You didn’t…?”

“Please,” You belittled him, “Like I hadn't already prepared for that.”

Seonghwa’s eyes stayed glued to the ceiling as he said, “Then use me. Get off. Take your pleasure from me.”

You looked at him like he had grown another head. “Haven’t you had enough? You are a little degradation slut, aren’t you?”

Seonghwa shuddered lightly. “Si-sit on my face.”

“Really? You couldn't make me come with your pitiful cock and you think you can do better with your tongue?” You had already reached for your bra and shirt, preparing to leave.

Seonghwa found the energy to push himself up on elbows. Sweat pulled his hair down against his face and scalp. He looked like you had rode him well. “I can. I can do it.”

“Fine,” You agreed. “But you’re splitting the reward of the bet with me. I’m doing all the damn work here.”

Seonghwa gave you eager eyes as you settled your legs on either side of his head. He moved to wrap his arms around your legs but you tsked at him. “Did you not learn the first time?”

Seonghwa pouted, “But how am I--?”

“You don’t, Hwa. Cute to think that you’d get to be in charge here too.” You waited expectantly but Seonghwa looked up at you with a confused face. “Hwa, stick out your tongue, my god, are you sure you give good head?”

Seonghwa pouted, “Haven't had any complaints.” But still obeyed your orders and stuck his tongue out.

You rode Seonghwa’s face, moving your hips eagerly, searching out the high you had been denied earlier. After a bit, you focused on the pleasure that was blossoming from your lower half. You sat more firmly on Seonghwa, who let out a brief noise of worry before groaning into your cunt. Your thighs pressed against the side of his head, mound brushing his nose every once in a while as you moved your clit along his rough tongue. His groans made gorgeous vibrations against your sensitive nub and you gasped at the added pleasure. It wasn’t until Seonghwa wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked that you lost all control. Your hand descended into his hair, gripping it hard as you rode his face.

“Harder, Hwa, harder,” You encouraged him.

You tipped over the side of pleasure, crying out as your climax washed through you. And as you experienced your high, Seonghwa’s tongue moved to clean you of all your juices, careful of overstimulating you.

You sighed, this time peacefully, appreciative that you got something from this at least. You heaved your body to the other side of the bed and smirked as Seonghwa breathed in deeply from his mouth. You casted a glance over at your bed partner, and his face was covered in your juices. He was currently using his tongue to capture it all from his face.

“Dirty boy,” You mused, “Can’t get enough of my cunt, can you?”

Seonghwa shook his head. “I can’t.”

You got up and cleaned yourself up in the bathroom. You were fully clothed by the time you came out. Seonghwa was midway putting his pants back on, hopping with one foot stuck in a leg. You rolled your eyes. He really wasn’t capable of anything. Except maybe giving head.

“Well, I’ll just head out then,” You said a-matter-of-factly.

“Wait!” Seonghwa’s eyes were wide with worry, “Let me take you home.”

“Seonghwa, this is not that kind of thing. This was simply a transactional deal, nothing more,” You cautioned him.

“You’re still buzzed and you take public transportation. Let me take you home.”

You pushed your mouth to the side. It was late and the sketchy folk did tend to pop out of the seams at this time. It’s not like it wasn’t a good idea. You just didn’t like the fact that Seonghwa could be trying to wiggle his way in for more; more what, of that you were unsure.

“Alright, I’ll let you escort me home,” You relented. Seonghwa’s eyes lit up as if you had just told him he could get candy at the store. “But!’ You said, raising a finger, “I’m not letting you inside.”

Seonghwa smiled happily, eyes searching for his jacket. “That’s fine, I live close anyways.”

The both of you froze, you in disbelief and Seonghwa for getting caught. “Excuse you?” You whispered faintly.

“Shit,” Seonghwa swore quietly.

“Park Seonghwa,” You said, drawing yourself up with every inch of righteous rage, “Was this a set up?”

Seonghwa smiled painfully, “No?”

“I’m going to throttle you,” You threatened.

“Please?”

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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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He's a cult leader part 10 (kai Anderson x fem reader series)

Warnings: kai's volunteers being assholes, beverly threating to take kai out, kai talking about pregnancy, pregnancy, killing, cults, ally joining the cult

Part 9 here

Taglist: @spill-the-t @iluwmycats @lili-tate @evanpeterswifeyy868 @jademunson @evanpetersfansblog @howtobesasha @lustforeverrrr @fand0mh03

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As the weeks went by kai's leg healed more better he could now ditch the walking stick and move around, but as for you kai sent all the woman to work in the kitchen at ivy's restaurant, you hated it kai's minions making comments about you to your face you lost count of how many times winter had to stop you from punching them.

And today was no different you handed the plate of food ivy made to one of kai's men with a glum look on your face "Oh cheer up y/n if you smile more and don't have a bitchy attitude you'd be 100 times more bangible" one of them said "is that right and if your divine ruler heard you talking to me like that your head will be bangible with a gun" you smiled fakely walking away hearing his pals laughing at the comeback you gave.

Meanwhile kai was at home with his brother in the basement, "kai I didn't know you were doing all this starting a movement running for senator it's incredible" kai's brother said shocked that he didn't know about all of that he felt guilty he didn't.

They conversed about posting videos for social media and whatnot but deep down kai's brother knew this was going down hill.

You stormed into the kitchen angrily "the next time one of them makes a comment about me I swear I'll be in prison" you yelled clenching your fist, "well you can just get kai to deal with it can't you" beverly sniggered you shook your head "No because it will be my fault bev for some reason it's always my fault and I'm putting a fucking plate infront of their gutsy faces" you snapped.

Winter and ivy came in ivy also angry at them too "we've let this shit go too far already but I've been thinking about this those boys are just grunts, they don't so much as take a shit unless he tells them to, but if we cut off the head of the snake the entire army falls" beverly stated your eyes went wide "you can't do that" you said.

"Oh yeah why not" beverly said walking up to you "because you fuck him y/n think about it he treats you like absolute shit and you take it he cheated on you he even raised his hands to you yet your too dickmatised to even stand up to him" beverly sniggered.

"Because me and winter know the real kai unlike you lot okay he was once a caring sweet guy just he's too far into the darkness" you said waving your hands around, "Tell them winter" you said depending on what she was going to say next, winter told the woman what made her brother change from a sweet person to the person he is today.

Winter told you the story months ago after you and kai had another fight and you knew if you were to see what they did it would mess you up too, "he's lost his way but we can try and put him on the right path me and y/n will go to him he'll listen to us" winter said you knew that kai was too deep in the rabbit hole to come back from at this point.

"Fine we'll try it your way but come to the end the week if I'm still in this god damn kitchen, I'm coming for your brother and you both better get out of my way" beverly warned you didn't want kai to get hurt but it would be his own fault if anything were to happen to him.

You felt sick to your stomach knowing members were starting to turn against kai, but you knew if kai found out it wouldn't be pretty for other members of the cult.

A few days later you were laying on yours and kais bed watching something on the tv feeling sick to your stomach for days on end you didn't know what it was nerves, a gut feeling that something not good was going to happen you didn't know.

You were stopped in your thoughts by one of kai's volunteers entering your room, "divine ruler wants to see you in the basement pronto" they informed with a soft sigh you grabbed your phone taking it with you down to the basement seeing kai sitting there with his mustered coloured shirt on.

"You wanted to see me" you said you hadn't had any alone time with kai since his volunteers came here so you wanted whatever this was to be good but deep down you knew it was most likely the opposite.

"Come sit with me" kai instructed his eyes boring into you his pinky raised out, you sat on the chair connecting your pinky with his, kai took in a deep breath before exhaling, "Absolute truth, do you love me?, will you always be loyal to me" He asked you couldn't help but have a tear running down your cheek, "yes but sometimes you make it so hard to kai" you whispered.

"It's time for you to understand y/n your place in the bigger picture i must have your vow" kai said, you felt nervous and scared "yes" you whimperd as the more silent tears trickled down your cheeks, noticing kai's tears pulling his pinky away from your own, you didn't know what was going on this wasn't like kai to do this.

"Kai?" You said bending down infront of him in concern, "kai what's wrong I never seen you interrupt a pinky power before" you said taking his hand in yours, kai just looked at you before saying anything, "I just love you so much our family" kai stated you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter when he said he loves you but confusion when he said our family, "our family?" You asked "the family we're going to make" kai whispered

"I need you to prove your loyalty to me" kai sighed you furrowed your brows, you already proven yourself loyal to him time and time again, "what do you mean" you asked with a hint of uncertainty in your tone that kai caught on to very quickly.

"A life changing experience for the cult" kai stated you still couldn't comprehend what he was trying to say, "kai" you whispered now worried of what he had planned for you, "you will be carrying my messiah baby" kai spit out like it was nothing, you were shocked it was beyond belief you hadn't been back together A full year and to add to it all this is not the environment to raise a baby.

"You got to be kidding me kai" you chuckled not believing what he's telling you, "I'm not kidding I need someone to take over one day when I'm gone from this world and what better person to give me that than you" he shrugged nonchalantly, "kai this is fucking crazy I'm not getting pregnant" you said seeing the anger grow in kais eyes his fist slamming down on the wooden table.

"After everything we've been through over the years y/n huh?" Kai yelled, "kai this isn't the right place to raise a baby and you know that, plus we're not stable enough to have a baby we breakup all the time it won't be good for the kid" you defended, "your the one that kept breaking up with me" kai scoffed "because YOU cheated on me" you yelled lifting yourself from the ground and went to leave the basement but kai knew how to get under your skin.

"You know I could have asked Meadow if she was still alive and you know what she would have instantly spread her legs for me to pregnate her" you heard kai say his arms folded puffing his chest proudly at his statement, "you seriously just said that kai then why didn't you keep her alive then if she was so easy to do whatever you please" you yelled turning your body to him.

"Because she's not like you your the only one I want carrying my heir" kai said you didn't know what to feel anymore, angry, worried the list went on when it came to kai, "I chose you to carry my child y/n no one else" kai whispered his hand cupped your cheek his thumb grazing over the skin.

Before you could say anything else kais lips were on yours hungrily, you couldn't help but moan into the kiss moving your lips in sync with his, kais tongue swiped across your bottom lip seeking entry which you granted him, your hand on the back of his neck as he guided you both to the sofa.

A few days went since kai told you about getting you pregnant, you were still against it but gave in kai was going to ally's house to talk with her you stayed behind doing housework with winter, "I can't believe him honestly" you sighed putting laundry away, "this isn't a place to raise a kid especially around kai" winter said you felt the tears roll down your face again 'what if i an pregnant?' You thought you hadn't been feeling right since the last time you and kai had been together.

"Winter I think I actually might be" you said winter's head snapped to you in shock, "what do you mean?" She asked "a few weeks ago I haven't been feeling right ever since do you maybe have a spare test or something" you asked winter nodded heading to her room grabbing a spare test she had laying around.

You went into the bathroom taking the test, waiting on the results you washed your hands taking the test with you back to winter, "I'm scared winter what if I am how would kai really react?, what if he changes his mind," all the worst case scenarios running through your head, "Hey he won't change his mind maybe this will change him for the better" she smiled bringing you in for a hug as you cried in her arms.

Kai finally came home you didn't realise still crying in winters arms, "What's going on here?" He asked looking around the room finally landing his eyes on the test by the chest of drawers, he picked up the test you watched his with glassy eyes his expression was unreadable, "your pregnant?" He questioned, "a few weeks I think" I whispered kai's face light up bringing you in for a hug.

"We're going to be a family" he beamed making you feel better about the situation, "I need you to stay off cult things and the kitchen your only job is to make sure the baby is fine" kai instructed, all you could say that day was that you saw the real kai, the old kai for longer than a second.

The next night you sat in you and kais shared bedroom once again whilst the cult did whatever they were doing, you heard shouting, but it didn't phase you you learned that ally Mayfair Richards was now a member of the cult but you didn't trust her and you let kai know about that too.

After a while kai went upstairs in his cult gear changing into nightwear, "how's the baby" he asked, "still growing who did you kill?" You asked curiously eyes still fixated on the book you were reading, "I told you that cult stuff is not your priority right now" kai said shoving some grey sweatpants on, "I'm still making it one of my priorities" you shrugged kai let out a smirk climbing into bed with you.

"Vincent" he mumbled pulling the covers over him, "your brother" you asked you liked Vincent wondering why kai killed his own brother, "he tried to jeopardise me by trying to get me locked up" he informed, you didn't say anything closing your book over, "I called the doctors today" you changed the subject.

"Oh yeah what did they say?" He asked pulling you closer to him, "we have an appointment next week for a first scan make sure there is indeed a baby there and that they're healthy so be free then" you said with a yawn closing your eyes, kai had been more affectionate since yesterday when you told him about the pregnancy, he was over the moon but you were always sceptical of it all

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SNOW ON THE BEACH

OBX WRITING WEEK DAY 2 — MEET CUTE W/ JOHN B.

word count: 1158

summary: after y/n's flight is delayed, she ends up stranded in a cafe in kildare, rescued by a golden-haired boy.

a/n: my first time writing for john b. and i had so much fun! it's been so hot where i am so i am yearning for winter and cozy vibes in case you can't tell haha

Y/N’s flight to Boston had been delayed at the Kildare Airport, out of all places. And out of all the reasons, it was because of an impending snow storm. Who even knew that it snowed in North Carolina? She couldn’t believe her luck, she was supposed to be going home to visit her family for winter break and now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere.

She supposed the Outer Banks would’ve been beautiful any other time of the year, but it was December and there was no one left but her and the locals. With an indefinite layover, she decided to leave the airport and head into town. Y/N was in desperate need of caffeine.

After hailing a taxi and asking to be taken to the nearest cafe, she lugged her carry-on and suitcase into the store before realizing that she had no place to stay. She knew no one in the area and she was sure all the hotel rooms for the night would have been booked by now.

Groaning, she ordered a hot caramel latte and slumped into a seat by the window. Y/N shot her mom a quick text about her flight being delayed, not in the mood to call her and explain the whole situation. Next, she pulled open her laptop and started looking into a cheap AirBnb or motel nearby.

In the middle of doing so, she was interrupted by a voice behind her.

“Hey, you’re not from around here,” he said.

She turned around to see who it was. Her initial guardedness went away when she saw that the boy was around her age. “Is that a question or a statement?” she replied.

Smiling, he said, “I’m pretty confident it’s a fact. I’ve never seen you around here before.”

“Don’t you get a lot of tourists?”

“Not many as pretty as you are.”

Y/N found herself blushing despite how ridiculous this situation was. “I’m just passing by,” she muttered out, unsure of how to respond to his straightforwardness.

“Really? You didn’t plan on vacationing in the Outer Banks in the dead of winter?”

She laughed, the ice having been broken, and decided that it was probably safe to introduce herself to this (admittedly) cute stranger.

“Haha, no, not really. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“My friends call me John B. Y/N, what’s your story?”

“Well, my flight here was awful, thanks for asking. Then I found out my connection to Boston was delayed because of a New England storm or something and now I’m stuck here indefinitely,” she sighed.

“Shit, sorry to hear that. You must be really unlucky because it never snows around here.”

“You’re really helping me feel better John B.”

“Sorry,” he scratched his head. “How can I help?”

“Seriously? You want to help me?”

“Yeah, sure. Got nothing better to do.”

“Well, unless you have a place where I can crash I don’t think you can help me very much.”

With that, the boy’s eyes lit up. “Actually, I do happen to have a place for you to stay.”

“Oh, I-I was sorta joking you really don’t have to do that.”

“It’s no big deal, my friends crash there all the time. My dad’s not home that much and even if he was, he wouldn’t mind.”

Y/N was starting to wonder what the catch was, sure the boy looked nice and like he meant well, but at the end of the day, this was a stranger. He could be luring her back to his house and she would never be seen again.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he started again.

“What?”

“You can trust me. Look, it’s a small town, everyone knows me. I’ll even invite all my friends over so you can feel safe. Two of them are girls.”

Y/N really wanted to say yes. She had been silently begging all day for a miracle and this was the closest thing to it at the moment.

Sighing, she gave in. “Okay, fine. How far away do you live?”

“Like ten minutes that way,” he pointed east from the store. “We can get there in the Twinkie.”

“The what?”

He led her outside where he had parked his van, infamously named the Twinkie. John B. carried her suitcase into the back while she held onto her carry-on.

“And this thing is safe?”

“Yes, she is safe to ride in. My friends and I have been through a lot worse than a minor storm with her.”

“Whatever you say,” she said, still not convinced. “Hey, what time do you think it’s going to snow anyway?”

“Who knows if it even will? My buddy Pope said it probably won’t get cold enough.”

What was supposed to be a short ride back to his house ended up becoming a very elaborate tour of the town. It started with John B. pointing out a few of his friend’s houses, then the The Wreck where his friend Kiara worked, the high school they all went to, and finally, they ended up at the beach.

Y/N had to admit, it was a nice beach. Even in the dead of December, the sand looked clean and the sparkling ocean had not yet frozen over. As John B. admired the landscape, she used this time to get a good look at him. His golden brunette hair, the blue bandana around his neck, the slight hint of a smile on his face as he looked out into the water. She couldn’t decide what was more beautiful to her at that moment, the boy or the sea.

“Oh my god,” his voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

“What? What?”

Wordlessly, he fumbled open his side of the door and raced outside.

“John B? Where are you going?” she called out after him.

“I can’t believe it,” he said, in awe.

“Can’t believe what—” Y/N stopped in her tracks. There, in front of them, and above and behind, were small white flecks. They could’ve been lights, or fireflies, but she knew they weren’t. He knew it too, even though he had only seen it a few times in his life.

“It’s snowing,” he said, incredulously.

“Oh my god, it is!” Y/N had grown up with the seasons, had felt the wrath of a New England blizzard ten times over, but this, this was something magical.

“Is this what it feels like? It’s like a scene from a movie,” he was smiling like a little kid now, reaching to grab a pocketful before the flakes melted in his hand.

“This is so weird.”

“But beautiful,” he looked over at her then, taking in the moment. Her smile was like she just won a contest, and she found no need to hide it anymore.

John B. pulled his arms around Y/N, wrapping her in his embrace. They stayed like that watching the snow come down, silently.

#obxweek23 #obx #outer banks #obx x reader #obx imagine #john b x reader #john b imagine #chase stokes #chase stokes x reader #john b x you #john b routledge

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orionsangel86 · 1 year

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God same about Jensen!

He clearly had some insight into Dean that came out intermittently I just thought it was Instincts he had because he'd internalised Dean so much but didn't actually understand what he was saying, stuck in ol' "oh haha Dean is a stupid repressed child who only likes guns" mindset

Turns out WE'RE the fools and Jensen's been playing us ALL

when do you think he took up plans to take over SPN himself? I honestly think it's when they decided to end SPN at S15 and talks about how they should end the story were going on and they had to send him to KRIPKE of all people

Yeah its wild. I would love for him (with Misha's help) to write a tell all book one day.

I feel like jackles has been a far better actor than we all gave him credit for. He has always been very switched on to fandom, he knew about the warring sides, the hate and the bullshit, and I reckon he was being told for years by his bosses to always keep all sides of fandom happy and to play his damn role at all times (ironically just like how Chuck ordered Dean to play his role - life imitates art too often in this fucking show its almost scary). Hence why he's insights into Dean often came across contradictory and odd. Sometimes he had beautiful accurate insights which make total sense, and other times (usually in j2 panels) he'd regress back to the "haha dean just likes guns and girls like a macho man should".

We will never truly know what went on behind the scenes following the moment j2m announced s15 was the end (unless jackles writes that book) so its hard to truly speculate when jackles decided to take things into his own hands, but I also believe it was around about the time they planned the finale and everyone was kissing jarpiss's asshole and jackles was left in the cold to stare down a shitty death scene he didnt agree with. Going to kripke was prob the final straw for him.

He was gaslit into thinking that ending was okay, and whenever he tried to question it he was told to sit down shut up and do what he was told, all the while watching his manchild tantrum throwing drama queen of a costar get his dick sucked by the entire production team for coughing a few times and puffing out his chest and singing the praises of a finale that pushed the spotlight firmly on him and his cop propaganda show.

So yeah, jackles was done dirty, and so he became That Bitch and started making plans. He had the production company set up only days after the finale aired, turned off his social media and refused to be involved in any spn finale celebratory CW PR (absolute King Shit)

I think he started making calls before they even finished filming. Dean wasnt even cold on the ground before The Winchesters had been dreamed up as a way to bring him back. Jackles rare few post finale SM posts all alluded to Dean returning again. He knew what he was doing.

At the same time he was ghosting the manchild, and planning to move his family to Colorado to get away from him. After SPN finally wrapped in mid 2020, him and Jarpiss went their separate ways. They barely spoke after that. Jackles was setting in motion all his plans to fix everything that he considered a personal afront to him (because he is absolutely deranged and literally possessed by the ghost of Dean Winchester) and those plans certainly involve fixing the ending somehow - in a way that isnt obvious no doubt, because he still has to be careful and at least pretend like he respects the ending and his egotistical douchebag of a costar (though he hasn't been doing a very good job of either tbh!)

Thats all my speculation anyway. Holding out for that tell all book jackles!

#jackles long con #jackles #jackles is unhinged #and who can blame him?#spn conspiracy theories #anti jarpiss #j2 fallout #jivorce going strong

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jaskiers-lutkulele-of-sex · 9 months

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No Fucking Room

3k, crossposted to AO3

Established Steddie where Eddie holds for Steve on a date night... and the desperate trip that follows.

Contains: Scat desperation, side of omorashi, risK of getting caught, little bit of messing

thanks @charlieomo for the beta pass

Eddie shifted uncomfortably, and set his popcorn down in the empty seat next to him again.

“Again?” Steve asked. Eddie had already pissed twice in the last two hours- first at the restaurant with Steve after dinner, and again during the trailers once they were at the theater and settled.

Eddie glared at him. Steve couldn’t see the glare, of course, but he knew Eddie was doing it.

“Yes again. And you fucking know why.” Eddie hissed.

Steve did know why, but he really liked to hear Eddie say it.

“I’m so fucking full, there’s no goddamn room left for the eighteen glasses of water you made me drink with dinner, or this fucking soda, Steve.”

It was Steve’s turn to shift around, and attempt to adjust himself in a more comfortable position, as he got hard again for the… well. He’d lost count. He’d basically been perpetually turned on all evening, knowing what Eddie was doing. Knowing where they were headed.

Eddie carefully stood, holding rigidly still for a few moments after he was upright, before gingerly shuffling down the row.

They’d intentionally picked an action flick that had been out for a while, was about to leave theaters actually, in hopes that that would mean a mostly empty theater where they wouldn’t bother anyone, and they’d been mostly successful– they were at the back of the theater, and there was no one near them for about ten feet, and only one couple at the far end of their row, so Eddie could come and ‘go’ through the other end of the row as often as he needed.

This also meant, however, that he had the maximum number of stairs to do, every time. And Steve got to watch.

Eddie was back in a few minutes, moving more quickly, if still stiffly. Once back in his seat, settling down Very delicately, Steve leaned over.

“How are you holding up?”

Eddie bit his lip, pretending to watch the movie.

“Ugh, it’s getting bad. I don’t know… being in the bathroom, even though I just went to piss, I, uh… it was really hard not to just go. Fuck, I was right there. I don’t… I don’t know if I should go in there again, or I might be done.”

Fuuuuuck that was hot, Steve thought, Eddie standing there at the urinal, trying to piss and at the same time, trying not to shit. Hearing other men, maybe, relieving themselves around him, knowing he wasn’t going to…

“Let me know if it gets too bad, babe. We can always leave early.”

And it was probably a good thing he’d said that, although hopefully Eddie already knew, because Eddie’s knee started to bounce about half an hour before the movie was finished.

“You need to make another trip, Eds?” Steve whispered, but Eddie shook his head.

“Stevie, I think I’ve only got about one more round of stairs in me. If I have to come back up, and then down again… I don’t think I can do it. “

Steve looked at his knee, and then at Steve’s own mostly-empty drink cup.

It was dark enough probably…

Steve popped the top off of his cup, downed the rest of the liquid, and reached over for Eddie’s (much more full) cup, popping that lid, and dumping the rest of the ice in it instead, leaving him with an empty cup.

Eddie’s eyes were wide enough that Steve could see the whites, catching the light from the screen.

“Steve. There’s no way I can drink-”

“No,” Steve corrected, “that’s not for you. This is.” and he handed Eddie the empty cup.

“What am I… oh no. really? You want me to get arrested?”

Steve rolled his eyes, even though Eddie couldn’t see. Eddie would know.

“You’re not gonna get arrested. Not unless you make a big deal out of it. Who’s gonna see?”

Eddie frowned, but he did take the cup from steve. Though he didn’t immediately make use of it.

“What are you waiting for?” Steve whispered, adjusting himself in his jeans again. Fuck, he was so hard, just from this. “No way you’re gonna be able to make it to the end, right? So we can duck out early, or…”

Eddie glared, but begrudgingly shifted his hips forward a little, closer to the edge of the seat, and started fiddling with his jeans.

Steve propped his left foot up on the seat in front of him to try to give Eddie a little more cover, in case the couple at the end of the row looked over, and when he looked down again, Eddie had his dick out, head pressed against the lip of the cup… but he wasn’t peeing.

“You teasing me?” Steve whispered, trying to figure out why Eddie hadn’t started going yet.

“No, Steven, I’m trying to relax enough to piss without also shitting my pants. It’s surprisingly hard to do.”

Steve felt himself blurt a little precum in his shorts. Fuck.

After a moment, Steve did hear a faint hiss and drum of liquid hitting styrofoam, and then Eddie tilted the cup a bit more, and the noise quieted further.

A few moments later, Eddie reached over for the lid, put the cup in the cupholder, and refastened his clothing, sitting back.

“Feel better?” Steve asked.

“Not really, fucker.” Eddie replied.

Steve had calmed a little by the time the credits rolled, but Eddie was Very red in the face.

“You gonna be okay? Wanna stop and pee again before we walk home?”

Eddie shook his head.

“I can’t. The only reason I didn’t lose it when I used the cup was because the seat was, uh, literally helping me keep it in. I wouldn’t have made it if I had to do that standing up.”

Steve shuffled behind Eddie as they exited, and tried to pull his one-again-hard dick into a position where it wouldn’t poke anyone’s eye out, as they exited into the lights of the hallway.

Eddie looked back at him, and the stress on his face eased into a sly grin for a moment.

Fucker knew exactly what he was up to.

“Let’s just get home quickly,” Eddie suggested, and Steve forgot to say anything at all as Eddie dropped the cup he was holding, only maybe a third full and not from the drink fountain, into the trash as they passed.

Once outside, Eddie and Steve both shivered a little in the cool air, and Steve suddenly realized that if he wasn’t so damn worked up over Eddie’s predicament, he’d definitely have stopped in to use the bathroom himself.

“Damn. Have to pee.” Steve offered, and Eddie turned around to glare at him.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Harrington. I won’t wait.”

Steve grinned and acquiesced, and they started the short walk back to their apartment.

They make okay progress for a while- Eddie hissing and muttering, but then Eddie had to stop for a minute and cross his legs tightly and lean against the wall of a building. Steve sees the hair on his arms stand up with goosebumps, sees him shake a little, hears the soft grunt Eddie makes as he clenches against his body’s insistence.

After a moment, Eddie is good to walk again… but then he stops again, after a few more minutes.

Steve isn’t going to make it home either, at this rate, so he asks:

“You gonna make it?”

Eddie doesn’t say anything for a moment, preoccupied with clenching everything back.

“I’m- ngh. I’m fine. I’m gonna- mmm…”

But Eddie pulled himself together and, with one hand in his pocket almost certainly holding himself, they started off again.

Finally, the third time, Steve saw Eddie’s other hand join the first at his groin, and knew something had to give.

“Are you gonna-”

“No.” Eddie cut him off. “I can’t… hmm… can’t hold both. Gotta, uh…”

Steve had been clocking likely alleys for several minutes, now, his own bladder throbbing and overfull, so he wasted no time, tugging Eddie gently back a little ways, and then down and out of sight of the street.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Eddie said, hands shaking as he unbuttoned his jeans and fished himself out.

Steve squirmed, and grabbed his own dick.

“I Sh-should make you hold it. Only fair.” Eddie said, still not pissing, But when Steve looked at him with hopeful eyes, Eddie relented and waved him over.

Steve hopped to it, and as he pissed, gloriously, against the brick, Eddie managed to produce a few brief streams.

“Did you not actually have to pee that bad?” Steve asked as he finished, and shook himself dry-ish, and tucked his dick as away as it would go, now he was getting hard again.

“No,” Eddie said, “No I really do. But every time I relax enough to start, I, hnnn-”

And Steve saw the stream cut off as Eddie clenched again, holding off the inevitable.

“Can I…” Steve asked, sliding his hand against Eddie’s back, and down to his waistband.

Eddie bit his lip.

“Be careful, or it’s over.”

Steve nodded, and dipped his hand down, between the back of Eddie’s pants and his shorts, against his tightly clenched cheeks.

Eddie tried to relax again, and Steve felt the muscle under his hand soften, was able to slide his fingers right up against Eddie, through the fabric, where that little muscle was so tightly furled.. Eddie’s stream started again, but not more than a few seconds in, Steve felt Eddie dome out against his fingers, as his internal sphincter relaxed, and immediately Eddie clenched up, pulling the log back up, and shutting off his pee stream.

Steve felt a bit lightheaded.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Gonna be a lot hotter, or warmer at least, if I can’t, ha ah, get on top of this enough to get home.”

Steve thought for a moment, torn between being genuinely helpful and getting Eddie to lose it.

“Uh, can you wait next time? Don’t immediately clench up? Maybe you’ll be able to piss longer…”

Eddie clenched his teeth

“And?” he growled out.

“And… can I see? Like, without your shorts in the way? If you don’t immediately pull it back?”

Eddie glanced nervously at the mouth of the alley.

“Steve, I don’t know… I’m barely keeping this fucker in as it is.”

“Come on,” Steve encouraged, “You can do it.”

Eddie finally sighed, and nodded, and dropped his shorts and jeans low enough for Steve to peek.

Steve immediately reached back over to hold Eddie’s shirts up, and his cheeks apart.

“Alright”, Eddie said, “Here goes.”

His stream started up again, and Steve could see clearly as his hole domed out, still holding, but the shape of the mess filling all the space between Eddie’s external and internal muscles.

Eddie started to clamp down.

“Wait,” Steve said, “Just a minute. You’ve got this.”

Eddie kept pissing, but his hole winked wider and wider, the darkness manifesting as a proper turtle head. Eddie sighed a little, and his stream tapered off, and then he stiffened, pulling away from Steve, so that his shirts fell back down, covering him, and his pants and shorts rode up..

“Fuck,” he said, and Steve could see him trying to clench up. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” Steve said, barely holding it together himself, hard enough to hammer fucking nails or something.

“Fuck.” Eddie repeated. “Fuck, the- fucking… I’m fucking turtleheading and I can’t… fuck!”

Eddie pressed his own hand to the seat of his pants and pushed, as if he could manually undo what they’d just done.

After a moment of clenching and wiggling and whining, and Steve trying hard not to start jerking off in the alley, Eddie finally nodded.

“Okay. We have to get home. Right now.”

They started out, but it was clear from Eddie’s awkward, ginger walk, that they were on borrowed time.

Finally the steps of their building were in sight, and Steve rushed ahead to open the door for Eddie, but when he looked back, Eddie was staring at the steps like they had personally betrayed him.

“You… want me to carry you?”

Eddie sighed.

“No, Steve, I do not. But I don’t know…”

He lifted his foot, and set his boot down on the bottom step, knuckles white against the handrail, and stepped up with a gasp

“Fuck! Fuck fuck…”

He did the next step, and the next.

“You’ve got it! See, I knew it would be-”

“Shut the fuck up, Steve, I’m- oh!”

And Eddie froze for a moment, and then kept going.

“Fuck. I’m fucking, it’s fucking coming out Steve and I can’t- fuck!”

Eddie reached the top and stopped, rigid.

“Fuck fuck… oh shit. Oh no. Steve, I can’t…”

“You can,” Steve tried to encourage, “Just, you know, suck it in, and then-”

“It’s not… it’s too far out, I think. I can’t…. I’m past the, you know, the point where- hhnnng…”

And Steve saw him flush again.

“Ah ah I’m trying- hng- trying not to p-push and m-make it any worse but- !”

And Steve knew the game was up.

He stepped through the doors, and called the elevator, before coming back to find Eddie just a step or two closer.

“Come one, babe, it’s okay. Just get to the elevator and it’ll be fine.

Eddie minced a few little steps forward, waddling like a damn duck, and they made it to the elevator, and inside.

The doors closed, and Eddie looked Steve dead in the face.

“I can’t make it, Stevie, I can’t, I’m already-”

“Shh, it’s fine, you’re doing great, we’re almost home anyway. You basically made it.”

Eddie shook his head, and huddled against Steve, burying his hot face in Steve’s neck, and Steve couldn’t help himself and reached down to feel the seat of Eddie’s jeans, where a hot hard something sat solidly between his cheeks.

“Oh fuck” Steve whispered, feeling on the verge of coming in his goddamn pants, here in the elevator.

Experimentally, he prodded the lump, pushed it inwards, and Eddie responded with a beautiful little gasp and wiggle.

The elevator doors opened, and they started down the hall, slowly, every step clearly a struggle for Eddie.

“Just let it go, babe, we’re almost there. If you-”

Eddie shook his head.

“Can’t. Pressing against- ah- my pants. Not enough room to- hk-”

Steve opened their door, and Eddie beelined directly for the bathroom, already frantically plucking at his button and zip.

Steve followed him, watching intently, because Eddie’s face was red with effort, and his neck strained, and the moment his jeans were down, the log he’d been barely holding on to shot out into the seat of his shorts.

Steve grabbed himself through his own jeans and came on the spot, working himself through it overtop of the denim, not taking his eyes off Eddie who crouched a little before he sat, to dump his shorts. As he did, Steve saw the next one poking out, and he rubbed harder, chasing the last of his orgasm.

Eddie basically fell onto the john, and let out a deep groan as he finally gave in, and let his body do what it had been screaming to for the last few hours.

When Steve came back to himself, shamefacedly catching his reflection- and his wet patch- in the mirror, he grinned sheepishly, and looked back at Eddie.

“Fuck this feels good.” Eddie said, grinning back. “Was it good for you?”

Steve scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed, a bit.

“Uh, you know it was.”

Eddie laughed, before he broke off into another effort noise, as his body continued making him push, perhaps in punishment.

Eddie was still holding his jeans and underwear in both hands, not quite letting them hit the floor, clearly in case there was mess to deal with, and Steve saw his own firm dick jutting up.

“You wanna-?” Steve asked, and Eddie nodded, so Steve reached over and tucked his dick downwards, resting his hand in Eddie’s lap.

With a sigh of contentment, Eddie started to piss again, and Steve felt his abdomen clench against the side of his hand and wondered if he could get hard again, so soon.

Finally, when Eddie was done, grimacing as he carefully toed off his boots and socks, and slid the rest of his clothing off… Steve flipped on the shower to warm up, and began tugging his own clothes off.

“What’s the damage?” he asked.

“Not that bad, actually. Gonna put some soap on them now… but I think we got lucky.”

They dropped their clothing in the hamper, and stepped into the warm shower.

#steddie kink fic #omorashi #scat desperation #poop desperation #holding games #hopf this doesn't end up where it shouldn't XD

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Best Served Cold (Part 2/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: Sophie begins her first day at the station, but a flat tire has her running late.

Word Count: ~2400

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

A/N: This is my first SOA fic, so let me know what you think. This will be a multipart fic, so let me know if you want added to the taglist.

Driving over the uneven hard packed road just outside Lodi made Sofie realize she’d forgotten to take into consideration the simple fact that her beloved Charger didn’t have the same clearance as the Humvees she’d spent a lot of her time driving. The location of Sophie’s sniper nest was difficult to find, and uninviting to curious bypassers. As she felt the shocks in her car work extra hard, she realized she might need to increase the budget for car repairs. More of those small details in her plan coming back to bite her. Nothing about this mission was familiar. Depending on an unknown supply source for hardware, knowing she had zero backup when things went pear-shaped - and no matter what, things always went pear-shaped - having a personal target - changed everything.

She knew it would be a bad idea to go out to her place before beginning her first day at the station, but she couldn’t think straight when it came to this. It wasn’t as though she needed the reminder. The photos taped to the wall of the shed felt redundant because she’d never forget the way her sister’s face looked, the bruising, the blood. What haunted her dreams was the vacant, empty look on her face, the way her eyes clearly told everyone she’d allowed herself to escape somewhere else in her mind, protected herself from the horrors she’d experienced by retreating so far into herself that nothing and no one could reach her.

Maybe it was penance. A way of punishing herself for not being able to protect her. No matter how many times she’d heard people tell her it wasn’t her fault. She couldn't have known. She wasn’t even in the country. All true. And yet. Olivia was her sister, her best friend, her biggest supporter. Now she was a memory. A ghost who smiled sadly down at her because Sophie knew Olivia wouldn’t approve. She’d demand Sophie move on, grieve and forgive. She frowned. Sophie no longer felt capable of forgiveness. About a mile outside Charming, the car pulling to the left shook her back to the present. Pulling over, Sophie took a deep breath before getting out of her car to check the damage.

“Shit.”

She saw the silver of a screw or a nail lodged in her tire. It wasn’t entirely flat, and she just hoped it would get her into town. Showing up to work on her first day wasn’t the impression she wanted to make, but clearly the universe decided to do her exactly zero favors.

Pulling her phone from her pocket, Sophie called the station.

“Charming Police Department.”

“Hi, this is Sophie Cooper. Is Deputy Hale available?”

She waited for the phone to connect, and glared at the tire as though it was the inanimate object’s fault she was in this situation.

“Sophie, how are you?”

“A bit embarrassed. I ran an errand early this morning, and on my way back into town, I got a flat tire. It’s not totally flat yet, but it will be by the time I get into town. I wanted to let you know I’d be late, and also ask if you knew of a garage in town?”

She could hear David let out a deep breath and cursed.

“I know, I’m sorry. This isn’t the way I saw my first day going.”

“No, Sophie, I’m sorry, that’s not - there is a garage in town. It’s Teller-Morrow, but it’s owned by the local MC.”

Sophie smiled; maybe she’d get to see Jax again. “Oh, I met one of them outside the diner yesterday. His name was Jax, right? If they can fix my car, I don’t really care what they do on their off hours. Unless it’s a chop shop or something. I do want my car back with all its parts.”

It wasn’t the best joke she’d ever said, but she heard amusement in David’s voice when he responded.

“No, nothing like that. I just know you’re new in town, and SAMCRO has a way of sucking people in.”

“I just need them to fix my tire.”

“Of course.”

She wrote the address he gave her on the palm of her hand. “Thanks, Deputy.”

“David, please. Small town, Sophie.”

“Force of habit. Just be happy I didn’t call you ‘sir’, David.”

He laughed. “I’ll see you later. Let me know if you need a ride into the station once they’ve looked at your car.”

“See you soon, David.”

She kept the speed slow as she crawled into Charming, trying to salvage as much of the tire as she could, hoping they could patch it. Thankfully, David gave her excellent directions and she saw Teller-Morrow on the left. Pulling into the lot, she saw a long row of Harleys lined up along the far side, closest to the garage.

Climbing out of the car, she glanced around. She understood why David wouldn’t want someone new to town, someone working at the station coming to the shop unless they had to. In addition to being an auto shop, it was clearly the MC’s clubhouse. No business in a town the size of Charming needed the tall retractable fences, the barbed wire - the cameras. Anyone with a setup like this knew they had something to hide.

A woman came out of the office. She walked sure in the knowledge that she ruled everything. Sophie admired her instantly.

“Can I help you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, ran over something sharp coming into town, and now I’ve got a flat tire.”

The woman walked up to her car, rounded the front and looked down at her tire. Sophie wanted to roll her eyes a bit. As though she’d lie about something like that?

“I’ve not seen you around. You new to town or just passing through?”

Sophie looked up, met her gaze. “Yeah, just moved here. I’m Sophie Cooper.”

“Gemma,” she said. “My husband owns the shop.”

“Nice to meet you, Gemma.”

Instead of answering, the woman straightened up, placed her hand on her hip and moved her eyes up and down Sophie’s body in a way that reminded her of inspections during boot camp. Her stance stated clearly that she’d have preferred if Sophie were in fact just driving through. As she’d expected, not everyone in Charming took kindly to having new, unknown, people moving in next door.

“Hey darlin’.”

Turning towards the voice, she saw Jax swaggering across the lot, wiping his hands on a rag he tucked into his back pocket. Grease was a good look on him. Sophie figured anything would look good on him. Or nothing. He offered her a thousand-megawatt smile as he came to stand next to her.

“Thought I was supposed to see you at the station.”

“Something tells me you’ll still have that opportunity.”

His answering grin was cheeky. “You know it.”

“You two know each other?” Gemma asked.

“Met her yesterday outside Lumpy’s. She was talking to Hale about her new job at the station.”

Gemma’s eyes widened, eyebrows to her hairline. “You a cop?”

“Ma!”

Sophie smiled. Seemed as though she’d met the gatekeeper. No one got to a member of the MC without the queen’s permission. If she had to guess, her husband - the owner of the shop - was the MCs president.

“Me? No, never had much use for them, but they needed a receptionist. Not a lot of job opportunities in a small, close-knit community like Charming. Girl’s gotta eat.”

Gemma’s lips pursed as she nodded her head slowly. Her eyes lingered on Sophie a moment too long to be friendly before her gaze cut to Jax.

“Get her fixed up. Friends and family discount.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“I’ll see you around, Sophie.”

Sophie nodded. “I’m sure you will. Great meeting you, Gemma.”

Her answering grin wasn’t exactly friendly, but it wasn’t hostile, so Sophie figured it was a step in the right direction. She and Jax watched Gemma walk back to the office before turning to look back at her car.

Sophie watched Jax walk slowly around her car, saw the way his tongue poked out wetting his bottom lip. She followed him partway, stopping by the passenger door. Resting her hip against the front fender, she watched Jax admire her car, a smile tucked into the corner of her mouth.

“Nice cage.”

“I know,” she grinned. The Charger was her baby. The closest thing to a home she’d had since she’d been a kid. No matter where life took her, she knew the car would be there. She’d invested a lot of time and money into fixing it up, and maintaining it. She was no mechanic, not when it came to cars. But, she knew what she wanted, and was willing to pay to get the work done right.

“Other than the flat tire, she’s a dream. Think you can fix it up?”

Jax walked around the front of the car, fingers trailing along the hood. He moved in close to her, rested his hip next to hers on the fender. It’d been a while since a man had looked at her with the same heat she saw in Jax’s eyes. Of course, she knew he probably looked at everything in a skirt with that same smolder, but damn if she didn’t enjoy it. What girl didn’t enjoy being the recipient of undivided attention?

“Yeah, I’ll get one of the guys to have a look at it. Probably be able to have it back to you later today.”

Sophie nodded. “Know where I can rent a car?”

Jax’s cocked an eyebrow. “Somewhere you gotta be?”

She laughed. “Yeah, it’s my first day at the station. Off to a great start, aren’t I?”

Jax shoved his hands into his front pockets, rolled his shoulders forward, and leaned into her space a bit more. “Need a ride?”

That look in his eye - she knew exactly what he meant, what he was offering. Laroy had expressed interest in her, but this was different. Jax looked at her as though she already belonged to him, as though he had the right to claim her - as though he already had. Her mouth felt parched, her lips parted to say…something, but all she could do was stare at him with her mouth hanging open like an idiot. She could hear her father joking about her catching flies.

“What’s the hold-up, Jackie Boy?”

The Scottish brogue startled her from the staring match she’d entered into, and had been quickly losing. Pulling back from Jax, she caught sight of a middle-aged man walking towards them.

“Tire’s fucked,” Jax said. “Get Sack to fix it up for her.”

“Aren’t you gonna introduce me to your new lady friend?”

Jax rolled his eyes, but pointed at Sophie.

“Chibs, this is Sophie, she’s new to Charming.”

He came closer and held his hand out. Sophie took note of the distinctive scars on his face, but didn’t make any noticeable reaction to them - at least, she hoped she hadn’t. She’d seen, and caused, a fair number of scars in her life. If anything, his demonstrated a fierceness she could respect.

Stepping away from the car, she took his hand in hers and offered him a smile that made Jax stiffen beside her.

“Hi, I’m Sophie.”

Chibs brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Pleasure to meet you, lassie.”

“Alright, you bastard,” Jax said, knocking Chib’s hand away from Sophie’s. “Don’t you have cars to fix?”

She could feel the heat of Jax’s body behind her, felt his hand curve around her hip. Chibs winked at her before over her shoulder at Jax. “Right, back to it then. See you around, love.”

Jax stepped around her, and she noticed the way Jax’s eyes watched Chibs walk all the way back to the garage. Noted the way he’d angled his body just enough to block her from full view. Glancing up, she saw Gemma standing in the office doorframe, arms crossed, hip leaning against the jam. From this distance, she couldn’t see the expression on her face.

“Come on,” Jax said as turned back to her, slinging his arm low across her back, fingers wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. “Let’s get you to work. Can’t have you getting fired on your first day.”

Sophie nodded. She allowed Jax to lead her over to the bikes. Noticed that his Dyna parked second in the lineup, and while her interactions with MCs had been comparatively limited, she knew enough to realize that this blond-haired flirt was likely the prince of the castle. Her suspicions were confirmed when he pulled a leather kutte on, and the words “Vice President” stood proudly above the chest pocket. Filing that bit of information away for later, she took the helmet he held out to her and swung on behind him.

“Ever ridden before?”

Sophie threw her leg over, wrapped her arms around him, slid herself closer to his back and brought her lips to his ear. “Once or twice.”

His hand squeezed her thigh as he let out a low chuckle. “Hold on tight, darlin’.”

She did as he asked. Memories of happier times flooded her mind as they drove through the streets of Charming. On the occasions she’d been stateside long enough to come to visit Olivia, she’d enjoyed riding behind whoever Michael trusted enough to have her ride with. He’d shoot her a sly grin and tell her he didn’t trust any of the horny bastards. And, while they had in fact been a bunch of horny bastards, none dared treat her with anything other than respect. Sure, they flirted and teased, but none of them crossed the invisible line that had been drawn.

Jax squeezing her thigh pulled her from her thoughts. Blinking, she realized they had stopped in the station parking lot. She blushed as she noticed Jax staring at her with a slight furrow between his brows. Without thinking, she brought her hand up and gently smoothed the skin between his eyes. He smiled up at her.

“Everything okay?”

She nodded. Slipping from the back of the bike, she unhooked the helmet and passed it back to him. She watched him buckle it under his chin before revving the engine.

“Give me your phone.”

He held his hand out. Tilting her head, she stared at him. He moved his fingers in a “come on” motion. Rolling her eyes, she placed her phone in his hand. She watched him type in his number before passing the phone back to her.

“Call me when your shift is done. I’ll come pick you up. Bring you back to TM so you can pick up your car.”

“Thanks, Jax.”

Part 3

Master List

#jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy fanfiction #jax teller

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i-have-insane-that-i-am-paper · 1 year

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The life - Brienne x Faerys

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Visual of Faerys

Master list

Prompts: 40. “I have never hurt anyone. Yes, I’ve killed and I’ve damaged but those are things that you can overcome. Mentally, however, I’ve harmed no one but myself.”

Warnings: Angst, description of violence.

Words: 2.596

"You know I would move heavens and earth for you my little flame. Tell me what troubles you so."

"It's Viserys." She spoke quietly. Eldest sibling got confused. "What about him little one?" There was no mistaking bite in her voice, Faerys knew her brother has changed since their exile. But for Daenerys to look so scared of him. He messed up. Big time. "He wants me to marry one of Dothraki Khals." That was it, eldest one saw red at those words. "He. What." Anger, blinding, boiling, unmistakable in her voice. But at the sight of her little sister flinching Faerys forced herself to calm down. "I'm sorry my little flame. I didn't mean to frighten you. But I need to know. Did you accept?" Voice much gentler than before. She nodded. "I didn't have any other choice. He is to be king, and for that he needs army. The one I can provide by marrying a powerful man." She spoke. If Faerys was angry before she is absolutely livid now. But forcing herself to a calm state of mind yet again for the sake of not scaring her little sister. "You are already promised to him? How come I knew nothing of it?" Daenerys shook in her place, thinking she was about to be struck. "He told me not to mention it to you."

That was it. Red line has been crossed.

Gritting her teeth Faerys just nodded. "I see. I'm going to rest now my little flame, have nice day, and please do take some rest yourself." Faerys spoke as she hugged and kissed crown of her sisters head.

Daenerys appreciated softness her sister gave, always being gentler one of the siblings. Faerys was always the one to care and comfort Daenerys, no matter what, no matter how late in the night she came her arms were always widely spread and ready to engulf her in her comfort.

As soon as she was out of eyesight Faerys bolted for her brother's chambers. Bursting in without knocking se spoke. "You were going to give our sister away to some brute?!" Faerys was livid. "She told you? That little..." He spoke as he went for the door but was stopped with hand around his neck that pushed him back. "Yes. She told me, and you will not do anything. Unless you wish for broken bone that is." "How dare you speak to me in such manner. I am the King."

"Any man who must say, I am the king, is no true king. Do I need to remind you insolent child who is the elder one here. Just because I don't want the throne does not mean I won't take it from you if you continue being oppressor." He went deep red. "You dare-" "Yes. I fucking dare, because I am the one who wiped your ass, and took care of you. So you will shut your trap before I shut it, and speak when spoken to. Meaning I ask questions you answer. Understood." He knew better than to challenge his sister. She had quite a temper, so he nodded. "Now. You promised our sister. The light of my eyes and happiness of my heart to a dothraki savage. Do you care to explain why."

"He will give us his army. We can take our throne back with it."

"Oh. So it's our throne now, as far as I remember it was your throne until few moments ago. But my question still stands. Why. The. FUCK. Didn't. I. Know?" Faerys seemed more threatening than ever, her eyes nearly in slits, voice taking growling quality. Resembling a dragon more than a human in that moment. "Because you wouldn't allow it and we would loose perfectly good bargain." As soon as those words came out of his mouth Viserys hunched over, swift punch to the gut delivered by his sister sent him in to coughing fit grabbing his neck and pinning him to the wall. "OUR sister is not a bargaining chip you little shit, and what happened to others being inferior to OUR blood? Did you traumatize my sister with the thought of marrying you just to sell her like common WHORE?!" Faerys physical state is a mirror of her emotional one, veins on her forehead and neck protruding and pulsating, her jaw clenching and unclenching. Breathing erratic as she growled at her brother.

"You will call it off." She finished letting him drop onto his knees. "I can't." He wheezed. "What." Tone eerily calm. "I can't. She's promised to him, if we don't give her to him. He will find us and take her by force treating her worse than if she just accepted it." Seeing sense in his words and indeed it being hard situation. She nodded. "BUT. If she is hurt in anyway by him. You better find good spot to hide." With that Faerys went to her room.

Soon the day of ceremony came. The man that Faerys came to know as Drogo didn't seem to heavy on the eyes, but still...

"You seem concerned, my lady." Ser Jorah spoke, and she smiled. She found comfort in mans kind face and gentle voice. "How can I not be? My sister is off to marry complete stranger, and I can't do anything about it. I am the eldest of my family I was supposed to protect her." Faerys spoke but Jorah shook his head. "This is no fault of yours. From what I heard you didn't even know about it until few days ago. Stopping it then would cause great consequences for everyone included." Girl smiled and nodded.

The time of gifting the bride came, so Faerys stepped out. Her head held high as she presented her gift. A necklace, a dragon with greenish brown eyes. Pulling on her neckline Faerys showed off her own dragon with sky blue eyes. Daenerys knew meaning of her gift and nodded in gratitude. When she stepped back and stood beside Jorah he spoke. "That is a fine gift my lady, I hope you don't mind my asking but where did you acquire it?" She smiled and spoke "I made it. Took a long time about two weeks. But it payed off, I thought what better occasion that this to give it to her." The astounded look on knight's face was priceless and something she would remember for a long time.

Months passed, Daenerys fell more and more in love with her husband and soon...

"I'm gonna be an aunt? I'M GONNA BE AN AUNT?!" Tears of happiness prickled her eyes as younger girl smiled giddily and nodded. In matter of seconds she was lifted off the ground and twirled in the air. "Yes. You are gonna be an aunt." She knew how much Faerys loved children but this child was her own flesh and blood so it's even more special to her. From that day on eldest Targaryen would spend hours beside her sister. Hugging her, comforting her, petting her stomach and kissing it. Whispering to the baby and talking to it, promising the world and more to it. Truly and well in love with it even before it was born. Relationship between her and her brother in law improved significantly. They were friends, often joking with one another and teaming up against Daenerys in their teasing. Viserys was growing distant, insulting Danny much more and earning himself sharp glares sometimes even smacks from Faerys. But nothing could prepare the girl on the sight of her brother writhing in pain as molten gold burned his face and entered his inside. She was in shock but also pain. No matter what, how he acted and spoke, how he was towards her or anyone else. That was her baby brother, the very one she gently rocked in her arms and sang songs to. The one whom she played with and whose smile brightened her day before this world corrupted him. So she turned and left her soul burning with pain and anguish. Old memories rushing back, old wounds springing open. After she calmed she came back and spoke to her sister. Neither of them even thinking what future might bring.

Days turned into nights, and soon... It was day like any other that is until one of the Dothraki challenged Drogo wounding him, one of the witches offered her help but it was a trap. The man's wound got infected and as a result of blood magic preformed by the witch he got in to a state that was worse than death.

As Faerys walked in to the tent she saw Daenerys closing in on Drogo with a pillow in her hands understanding her sisters wish, she gently caught her wrists and took the pillow. "Why don't you take a walk my little flame." She spoke in gentlest of voices. As she walked out Faerys walked to the man. "Hello Drogo." He just stared at her but his eyes filled with sadness. "I will take care of her. I promise." As she finished that sentence she hit his throat as hard as she could, giving him swift and painless death.

The flames were wilding and burning everything, without a thought in her head Faerys rushed to protect her sister running into the flames. But they didn't burn her as she expected, no. They felt comforting as they licked her skin. Soon finding her sister also unharmed she rushed to her and enveloped her in a hug. Soon small cries were heard and two girls felt something brushing their skin as they looked down they saw four little dragons. Babies. Soon fire died down and people cheered when they saw that we were unharmed.

Three dragons were constantly following Danny but one of them... One of them was practically bound to Faerys with maternal cord. Never straying too far from her. It was night black she dragon with starlike spots on her and blood red eyes. Truly a beauty in her own right. So she deserved name worthy of her, she was named Layan.

Time passed, dragons grew exponentially so. All of them developing certain characters. While Drogon is less reliant on the other three and more headstrong and independent. He’s not aggressive, but he definitely goes his own way. Rhaegal is the most outwardly aggressive and ill-tempered. He fights with the others over food, Viserion is generally the mellowest of the three. Faerys and Danny would often call him lazy as a joke. Then there was Layan gentle and kind, always on Faerys shoulder when she was small, and when she grew she allowed Faerys to tuck herself in to dragons soft, warm belly as gentle giant wrapped her tail around her like protective blanket.

Many slaves were freed during years that have passed, Faerys even though older than her sister, surrendered throne willingly and instead was at her sister's side as her advisor. So when Jon Snow came speaking of walkers coming for the wall she was first to encourage Danny to hear him out, when conclusion came and they agreed on Daenerys coming to Winterfell, she marched along her sister.

Winterfell gates opened and soldiers walked in, Faerys saw unwelcoming faces of Northerners, but didn't take it to heart. Jon did warn them of the wairiness his people possessed towards outsiders. So she didn't give it much thought, when he said his hello to his family, he introduced us. His sister was a little bit cold towards Danny as she spoke. But again elder Targaryen understood what these people went trough and couldn't really blame them for their wariness. "It is honour to meet flesh and blood of the honorable." Faerys spoke as she bowed her head, at this Sansa smiled slightly and other lords seemed to lower their guard.

A man told them of the faith that befell Viserion, while both sisters felt their hearts shake and freeze in pain, Faerys decided to have some alone time as soon as her greetings were over. While Daenerys decided to keep those emotions for later in confines of her own chambers.

Soon the meeting of the lords started and all pledged their allegiance. The shock of Jamie Lannister coming to honour his promise of helping was surprise to everyone. He was accepted in to ranks and given instructions on what to do.

Brienne was taking a walk when she heard loud growl. It came from clearing nearby.

"We can't Layan, you know that. People might get scared and we don't need that girl." Faerys was trying to argue with dragon that obviously wanted to take off to the sky. But instead of hearing another complain from she dragon, Faerys was circled by her tail and loud growl emitted from deep within dragons chest as she glared into the forest in front of her.

A woman walked out with her hands in the air, she was exceptionally tall, with sandy yellow hair and./. Eyes bluer than the sea that surrounds Tarth. Soon it was like kick in to the face. Woman standing in front of Faerys was the very one who occupied her mind since she left Tarth.

"Faerys?" Came soft voice, barely loud enough to be heard. But no verbal answer came from silver haired woman, no. Only reply Brienne got was hard pull in to another's arms, and arms circling her but that was enough. Soon lady of Tarth returned the hug just as hard. Not believing that her friend was indeed alive and well.

Minutes turned in to hours as Faerys and Brienne spoke of their life up until that point. Layan became considerably calmer with Brienne when she saw that the woman posed no threat, even asking for pets. Which Faerys found very adorable, the fact that Brienne of Tarth petting a dragon like she would common hound and even more so when said dragon was constantly leaning in to her hand and slightly kicking his left leg. "She likes you. Very much so." Faerys spoke with slight smile and Brienne nodded smiling back giddily. Targaryen was glad that former somber mood that was brought by past and her words was extinguished.

“I have never hurt anyone. Yes, I’ve killed and I’ve damaged but those are things that you can overcome. Mentally, however, I’ve harmed no one but myself.” Those were words that Faerys spoke and that brought onslaught of unpleasant memories of her family dying and what was left of it being nearly killed multiple times. That was the moment when Layan decided to come in and ask for pets from Faerys and Brienne which brought them into their current situation. After seeing wide smile on the face of Brienne she decided to make it even wider. Bowing she then spoke "Would you care for a flight my lady." Face that Brienne made was priceless her mouth hung open as her eyes winded. She nodded nonetheless and soon they found themselves, high in the sky, Brienne's arms around Faerys waist holding on to her so she doesn't fall off. Laugh that emitted from blondes lips made Faerys wish it never stops.

"This is beautiful." Brienne spoke. "It indeed is my friend. Indeed is."

They landed after some time and when Faerys helped Brienne down from the dragon the latter spoke. "You just completely demolished horse riding for me." Laughing Faerys shook her head.

"You are welcome to come and ride with me any day."

"You do realize I am going to take you up on that offer as often as I can right?" Eldest Targaryen nodded with a smile.

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tried to send an ask forgetting my connection's awful rn, so if you're getting this twice rephrased that's why. i'm just gonna try and type it as close to verbatim as i can remember:

i might be on to absolutely nothing, but i think this is interesting with the introduction of the BOL. my bad if i'm repeating things you've gone over a thousand times, but.

it's never made much sense to me to add something so huge so late and not offer any explanation. obviously it'll be a thing in s3, but why wouldn't heaven have used this in s1, if they have no qualms with rewriting history by removing Aziraphale? stopping armageddon entirely sounds like a wayyyy bigger transgression than sheltering gabriel (and crowley, ofc, wouldn't have then managed it without him). they'd at least be equal? if everything's how it seems, it all sort of comes across as a really lazily added threat. i'd rather it wasn't

if book canon can be factored into show theories at *all* at this point, i think this line lends some weight to thinking things are not in fact how they seem. the BOL could really, really, not be a book. i'm just typing words with no meaning at this point, but what if it's got something directly to do with jesus? am i reading ridiculously far into a throwaway line? do i sound as crazy to you as to myself right now

hey @aq-uatic, beloved!!!✨💕 im so sorry i said i'd answer this yesterday but then it fell out of my brain and i forgot about it in my drafts 💀

i have however ruminated on the bit from the book you've screenshotted and i'll come back to it in a minute (because Oh Boy), but im totally with you on the BOL thing -

i know i tagged you in another ask response because the same kinda thing came up, but yeah im still a little confused on why they didn't threaten it when aziraphale derailed the apocalypse? it's such an op weapon to have tucked in their back pocket (same as the miracle blocker, tbh), and it not have been even alluded to in s1/book?

the only thing i can attribute it to is that a) only the supreme archangel or above technically has the power to use it, b) michael assumes they have that power bc they insert themselves as supreme archangel duty officer, and c) heaven never does seem to change its passwords*

but then it further brings into question what is so different between gabriel and michael that gabriel would prefer to punish aziraphale by execution, instead of BOL'ing him (and therefore risk unmaking so much shit that happened because of aziraphale)... compared to michael who goes straight to the nuclear option? this further brings up some possibilities:

michael is an idiot to consider it, and gabriel is clever enough to know not to use it (both eventualities are... debatable)

michael misunderstands what the BOL actually is, that's it's not what they have told us - the audience - it is, and it does something else.

so yeah let's consider that all the archangels know of its existence (uriel and saraqael do not seem to react when michael threatens aziraphale of it in ep6), but only SA has the authority to use it, but michael is not actually SA... well, is there actually an instance where michael would truly know what it does? arguably not, not unless they went looking in the files on the BOL* which, presumably, in their arrogance, they did not.

(by the by, this could also suggest that AWCW was not an archangel - if all the archangels knew of the BOL, but he thought it was just a rumour to frighten the younger angels, then he evidently did not seem to have known that it was real. could however be something to do with his seemingly faulty memory, though - the fact that he doesn't seem to remember the BOL?)

(ALSO if the BOL is indeed to erase existence, as a punishment against angels, and this concept existed pre-fall/before the earth was created etc (given what crowley says in ep1), did aziraphale know about it? is this what punishment he appears to be afraid of when AWCW starts asking questions? would that mean that aziraphale was an archangel or was privy to archangel-level info?)

okay unrelated mental gymnastics over (before i talk myself into a hole, but also worthwhile notes @me to remember) - let's talk about the adam quote!✨

it's interesting to think, because how far do we consider adam's powers as the antichrist? could consider it as the exact mirror of, yk, jesus, or as a hereditary power from his father - former SA and now literal satan. we know he can resurrect the dead, he did so in s1; to resurrect 25 people equates to the power "only the mightiest of archangels" would have (according to shax, though, so - pinch of salt here). but ultimately he has the power and ability to unmake reality, full stop. even if we ignore the exact wording from book!canon, we have this in the show:

do we take this as adam having the same power as the BOL? yeah, think that's fair to say, (especially if we consider that, from the christian bible, jesus appears to be the one to wield the BOL, revelation 3:5), and i definitely think you're onto something... but what does it mean? does that mean the BOL doesn't even exist? that adam would be able to counteract the BOL? gonna need to think on it more, but i also think it might be something to do with this:

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#good omens #ask #book of life theory #s3 narrative spec #s1 meta #s2 meta #and some other things i'll tag later

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