#she just knew they were cowboys deep in her soul

[moghedien]

I’m willing to believe that Rosamund is deranged enough that she received no direction on how to do the Seanchan accent and didn’t know what RJ said they sounded like and she just naturally came to Texan on her own

#she just knew they were cowboys deep in her soul #wheel of time #wot book spoilers #rosamund pike #Seanchan #the great hunt #great hunt

[creedslove]

BESTIEEE I know you’re probably not taking any request now but… since I’m a slut for angst… it came up in my mind reader and Joel being together, she wants kids, he doesn’t since he’s way older than her and already had Sarah so he’s not up to have another kid at his age and reader agreed with that for the sake of their relationship and because she just loves Joel so damn much so she’s willing to give up her desire of becoming a mom. But they’re like at a friend party or at the park and he sees her playing with some friend’s kids and her eyes just sparkle so Joel feels sad for taking away that from her and he gives her the talk “I love you but I need to let you go cause I just want your happiness so she can have kids with someone else and the end is up to you 🥹❤️❤️

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: hi bestie, I know it's been a few days since I got this ask, and even if I was focused on a certain cowboy, you can be sure this lovely idea hasn't left my mind because it's just so perfect and great, thank you for sharing 🤌

• when you'd traced plans in your life, you had always established some goals: study, get a nice job, travel, be happy, get married and have a family. That was pretty much all you wanted from life, since it seemed only fair you could have it all

• what you did not plan nor expect, was falling in love with a handsome, older and charming man; the heart wants what the heart wants and in your case, your heart (and let's be honest, your body and soul too) wanted Joel Miller, but who wouldn't want him?

• he was big, broad, handsome, strong, he had great hair, beautiful puppy brown eyes and we were only talking about his physical features, although he was much more than that: he was also smart, hardworking, responsible, he was a great dad and even if he seemed a little shy or like he kept to himself, he had so much love to give, and much to your luck, he wanted you as much as you wanted him

• so you simply clicked, despite Joel being older than you; it wasn't a deal breaker for you, it never was, because if by any means that became a problem, you wouldn't even start dating to begin with; although there were some generational conflicts that was quite amusing to see: Joel referred to TV shows, some movies or ads you'd never even heard of in your life, while he didn't get why you always thought those stupid silly videos on your phone were so funny. He didn't really get Taylor Swift - or he pretended he didn't - and you would absolutely fall asleep midway pretty much every movie he claimed he'd watched at the movies when he was a teen and it simply kicked ass

• bur nothing that came even close to being a problem. Sarah enjoyed that exchange, she knew her dad was a modern man, she also knew he looked good by the amount of women who would shamelessly swoon around him, but she always worried he would simply lock himself inside once she took off to live her own adventures, so she appreciated how much you loved and cared about him, making her happy to see how much her dad really loved and cared about you too

• you both had a great relationship, it was mature, sexy, full of understanding, passion and partnership, but Joel being an experienced man, knew it was important to put all the cards on the table before you two were in too deep to decide what was a deal breaker or not

• so you both talked openly about your plans and ambitions for the future, your no's and things like this, to decide beforehand if it was worthy

• you were on board with almost everything, with the exception of Joel being honest and clear about the fact he was older, he had already gone through the fatherhood experience - which had been quite traumatic even if Sarah was the thing he loved the most in his life - and that he didn't want to go through it again, which meant kids were definitely off the table

• you felt your heart shattering; you've always wanted to have kids, and not only that, you could see Joel being a perfect dad to your kids, because not only was he already an amazing father, but he had all the great qualities of a partner, and perhaps a future husband, and to make things worse, Joel did want all of those things with you, he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side, to give you his name and a home, but not kids

• and even if he knew you wanted kids and you knew it too, you decided to suppress this side of you, because you loved him so much, you thought it was worth sacrificing your desire to have Joel in your life; maybe life would be easier and better if you just stayed with each other, you'd be happy, no doubt about it, and just hoped you wouldn't feel incomplete at everything else

• Joel wasn't insensitive though, he knew that decision took a toll on you, it was complicated and it pained him to think he was the reason why you still hadn't made your wish come true, but how could he get into something he didn't want to? If roles were reversed, it would be too unfair to ask you to have his child, so he tried telling himself he wasn't holding you back

• however, what was so hard was that in addition to knowing about your wish to be a mom, he could see how good you'd certainly be at it; the way little kids and babies immediately took a liking to you, often wanting to play and cuddle and the way you were always so caring and attentive towards them, it always brought a pang into his chest, it hurt to see you not having it because of him

• as much as he loved you and cherished your presence and relationship, that guilt started eating him up alive; he was getting more and more upset about it, the way you simply didn't complain or insist on it also made him upset and worried, he didn't know what to do, he got to the point where he felt tortured to see you interacting with little kids, because he could tell how much you wanted that reality for yourself but he was stopping you from it

• when you both were invited to one of his cousin's baby's first birthday, you immediately accepted the invitation. Joel thought about declining it, but then, what could he say? he had no excuses of any sorts to simply say no, so there was no way other than going and that was it

• he was sort of enjoying the party, having a beer with his relatives and having some treats when he spotted you around the kids: you were having so much fun, simply the life of the party, as the kids giggled and cheered around you, all happily and excitedly, and you wouldn't leave them at all

• Joel's heart shattered, he couldn't keep on doing that to you, it was too much, he loved you and if you love someone you gotta do your best to make them happy, and in that situation he was aware he wasn't doing everything at his power for that, so he swallowed hard, as he took a decision, it was a hard one, but it had to be done

• so once the party was over, you noticed Joel's sadden expression, even if you asked him what was going on, he didn't say it, he just shook it off and said it was work problems, not wanting to extend the subject, you just shrugged and didn't say anything else, leaving the tension home, sensing things weren't going to be easy

• so a couple of days after the party in which things weren't great, Joel finally took the courage to come forward and talk to you about things

"I love you, darling. I swear I do, with all my heart, but I know I'm not making you totally happy, not as happy as you can fully be. I can't stay here, preventing you from finding someone you will really be happy with, someone you will be able to build a life with. You deserve it, baby. I can't give it to you, but I can't see you suffering any longer"

• it broke your heart, you didn't want to break things up with Joel, you loved him, but you were honored to see how much he cared for you, it wasn't easy to recover and get things back on track, having to remodel your life after breaking up with Joel, getting used to being without him, but time heals all, you learned after a while

• Joel also had to relearn how to live his life without you; it was complicated but he loved you so, so he trusted his gut in letting you go, especially a couple of years later, when Sarah came over to visit him with her new boyfriend and handed him her phone: she'd found your Instagram and it showed you happily married to some guy named Marcus Pike, apparently he was an FBI agent, gentle and good-looking and extremely excited to announce he was going to be a dad for the first time ❤️

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller headcanon #joel miller headcanons

[jeankirsteinsgirl]

Omg I’m ovulating and I need Jean right now 🥸could you pls write something about country boy Jean and a shy reader 🙈 I just know he is so charming, low key kinda cocky, and drives a pickup truck 😿😋

Your wish is my command

Save a horse Ride a...

WC: 5.5K (i promise its worth it)

Summary: city girl reader comes home to her family far and sees Cowboy Jean

CW: finger-sucking, cunnilingus, creampie, slut, good girl, princess, sweetheart, Jean has a huge cock, slight dumbification, slight degradation, doggy, spanking. NSFW MDNI 18+!!!

It’s been a few months since you’ve been home but you’ve really been missing the small back-roads town you grew up in. Growing up, generally, no one really left your home town so it was rather unusual for you to take a job in a big city a few hours out. No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself you knew in your soul you longed for the sound of the crickets at night under the full moon, the one diner in town with the absolute best burgers and shakes, the smell of your family’s farm wafting through your open window at night, and how much brighter the stars shined under the wide country sky. 

You missed it more than you cared to admit, so coming back home to work on the farm for two months this summer didn’t sound too bad. Your mom posed the idea one night when you were ranting to her about the stress of your “big city job” over the phone and she suggested you were just homesick and needed to take some time off, get back to your roots, and she was right. So here you were driving down the interstate through miles of nothing on either side in your fancy new car that dramatically contrasted with the dusty environment around you. You knew you’d hear a bunch of grief from your friends and family about how you dressed now and the loss of your sweet southern accent but you were prepared. Pulling into the long gravel driveway of your family's farm just on the outside of what was actually considered “town” you saw your dog run down from the front door to excitedly greet you. You walked out slamming your car door and slinging your bag over your shoulder before smothering your best friend with pets and kisses “Wish you’d do that to me sweetheart” came from a low raspy voice behind you in that signature cocky southern tone, you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. Of course, it was him, your father's favorite farm hand, Jean. How could you forget that he’d be here? 

You and Jean had a long history, and by history you mean the ongoing phenomenon of you secretly pining after him for years as he worked for your dad and him constantly flirting with every woman he laid his eyes on. He was very popular around town, especially among the girls. When you were home you’d always see Jean dragging back a different girl to his cabin next to the horse stables and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, deep down feeling just a twinge of hurt that it wasn’t you. 

You just rolled your eyes and stood up, walking towards the front door of the big white house you grew up in “C’mon darling, I don’t even get a proper greeting?” He said smirking while leaning his right arm against your car “I’ll see you later when I go to help out with the stables Jean..” you replied in a mildly annoyed tone promptly reaching the door of your house and slamming it shut behind you. You were already stressed out about your job the last thing you needed to be stressed about was Jean fucking Kirstein. 

You walked up the rickety old stairs stained with splotches of paint, dirt, and who knows what else before reaching your room, the first one on the right, unfortunately with a perfect view of Jean’s cabin through your big, open window. You quickly shut your curtains and turned away from the view. You were not doing that. Not again. You didn’t need to know who Jean was gonna bring home tonight and cry into your pillow like you were 16 again.

 So you unloaded your things onto your bed and walked back downstairs to your mom who had already prepared a huge lunch for you. She insisted working in the city with such a stressful job had made you far too skinny and you needed to “put some meat back on those bones” so she sat you down at the round dining table in the corner of the kitchen and placed a cornucopia of your favorite foods from when you were little, her famous southern mac n cheese, a few tenders of fried chicken, some green beans for vitamins, and of course a slice of apple pie complete with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream and a coke. “I’m never gonna eat all of this mama” you giggled looking down at the absolute feast laid in front of you, god you’d been here for maybe 15 minutes and your slight accent had already made a comeback. “Well baby whatever you don’t finish we’ll have for dinner how ‘bout that hm?” She said sweetly stroking your arm “Saw you talking to Jean out there. Such a sweet boy, that one. I know your father likes him a whole lot.” You laughed softly to yourself at your mother’s comment of Jean being a “sweet boy” not wanting to get into an unnecessary argument, all you asked in response was where your father was, considering it was strange he hadn’t greeted you in one of his famous bear hugs yet. You were informed he went into a town a few towns over to pick up some more cows for the farm and wouldn’t be back for about three days. Three whole days you will have to work on the farm with just Jean, without the presence of your father as a buffer. Great. 

You scarfed down the delicious meal your sweet mother so graciously prepared for you, maybe she was right, you hadn’t been eating enough. You put what was left over in your oversized fridge and thanked her once again for welcoming you back with such open arms. You did the dishes and took your dog for a run, trying to put off your farm responsibilities until tomorrow mainly for one reason in particular. Unluckily for you the path you took on the run winded through Jean’s smoking spot when he was in-between tasks, how could you forget that? 

“Hey, princess why don’t you take a break and sit with me, hm? Got an extra cigarette just for those pretty lips.” He exhaled, smoke ghosting over his lips as he patted the spot next to him with his large hand. As much as your heart longed to find some semblance of affection in Jean’s flirtation you knew you weren’t special, he flirted with every breathing female who crossed his path, and playing into that would only hurt your feelings more in the long run. So no you would not smoke with him, you had things to do, none of them being Jean Kirstein. 

“Don’t smoke anymore, ‘ts bad for you, you know.” You remarked annoyingly trying to come off completely disinterested in his advances. “Oh, I see, the big city’s turned you into a good girl huh?” he teased taking another long drag, god he looked so good like this. All sweaty from working outside all day, tan with a slight sunburn across his nose dotting just a few freckles, his hair pushed back. “I’m not about to take advice from someone with a mullet” you scoffed and continued your walk as he protested behind you, it was hard to walk away from the opportunity to sit with him but you had to do it. You couldn’t run the risk of being any more captivated by him than you already were. 

After you returned from your walk and had been sulking in your childhood room a few hours later the time had come, like a doomsday countdown your mom stalked your door and asked why you hadn’t been out to see the horses yet. “They miss you a whole lot honey, don't know why you’re leaving 'em all high and dry like this.” She said with a slight tone of disappointment. She was right, it had been forever since you’d been in the stables and you couldn’t let Jean keep you from the horses forever, besides that wasn't fair to them. You’d just have to tough it out. Who knows maybe he’ll be somewhere else when you decided to go check up on them and perform your chores. 

You agreed with your mom and sighed as you pulled your body away from the soft comfort of your warm bed. It was boiling hot out so you needed to change it if you were going to be doing any actual work. You threw on a tank top and pair of old cut-offs you’d cut from jeans when you were 17. You looked pretty good you weren’t gonna lie to yourself. You headed downstairs out the front door and into the stables. Luckily it appeared the only living thing inside was the horses. You breathed a sigh of relief as you greeted each of them, pressing soft kisses to their noses and scratching the special spot they like behind their ears. You noticed at least two of them needed a bath, god does Jean even do anything around here besides antagonize you? 

You set your hat on a fence post and led one of the horses out into an open area where she could be bathed. You grabbed the hose and went to work scrubbing her silky mane and making sure to get her hooves as well. While you were diligently working on the task before you, Jean returned from wherever he was previously causing trouble. You caught him out of the corner of your eye just outside the big open doors of the stables talking to a tall blonde girl. “Yeah baby ‘ll see you later tonight all right,” he said in that sly seductive tone as he pushed some of her fried blonde hair behind her ear, and even worse you could see his large calloused hand resting on her ass. God you wanted to disappear right then and there, why did you have to be subjected to Jean’s promiscuous affairs? You pretended not to notice and continued working a brush through the black main of the horse in front of you “Can you believe him” you whispered to her “You probably can I guess, you must see it all the time” you said as you began to work little braids in the freshly brushed out mane. “Hey Princess picking up my slack huh” his voice came from the open doors as he stomped his way towards the other horse that needed to be bathed. “Not really, I’m just doing what needs to be done around here. Someone has to.” You scoffed in response to his obnoxious comment, how could you be so into him when he’s so aggravating?

You couldn’t stop thinking about his hand on that girl’s ass and his promise of seeing her later tonight, the look of lust behind his pretty amber eyes. Why couldn’t that be you? It’s not like his standards were high and you weren't ugly… why had he never chosen you. “What you thinking about over there pretty girl?” he said “Nothing just trying to get my work done so I can go back home” you replied nonchalantly not wanting him to see behind your facade. So you finally got your work done and succeeded in avoiding Jean for the rest of the night. You kept your promise to your sweet mom and ate your leftovers with her at the dining table before heading up to your bathroom for a hot shower. As you soaped up your body you thought of his hands, how they would feel against your soft skin, what his lips would feel like against yours, then you thought of her. About how he’s probably bottoming out in her as you were showering and the thought made you shiver. You could always check… He left his curtains open all the time, you could see what he was doing right now. No that’s pathetic. You're not 16 anymore. You quickly finished your body and wrapped yourself in a warm towel before walking back down the hall to your room to get dressed for the night. You finished up your nighttime routine, brushed out the long locks of your thick hair, and threw on a big comfy shirt you kept from one of your past boyfriends.

Walking to your bed to scroll through your phone for a little bit the curtains blew open from the movement of the air and you could briefly see into Jean’s window. You didn’t turn around, for about 5 minutes that is. You couldn’t stand not knowing what he was doing. You had to know if he kept his promise of meeting that girl, so you slowly walked over to your window and took the thin fabric of the curtain between your fingers, carefully moving it to the side.

Your fears were confirmed when you looked straight into his bedroom and saw his slender fingers digging into the hips of some girl with a terrible fake tan. Her face was contorted in pleasure and you could even hear them as Jean was making her scream around him due to their proximity. You saw his face too, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and little strands of his brown hair making their way into his eyes, a red tint across his cheeks from exertion and a slight glimmer of sweat against his skin. You shouldn’t be watching this, this is a private moment between Jean and whoever his girl of the night was, but you couldn’t help yourself. The way his hips snapped up into her with delicious fervor just had your mind wandering about how that would feel if it was you instead. His abs contracting with each thrust had your hands wandering down the hem of your cotton panties as you sat back on the edge of your bed. Your eyes were glued to him the entire time as you slowly played with the wetness pooling between your legs, dipping your fingers inside yourself imagining they were his. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm as your breathing grew deeper and more labored. His grunts and groans were music to your ears as you felt yourself slipping over the edge. You called out his name as you let go, your body shaking with pleasure.

Your eyebrows now too were furrowed in pleasure as you watched him please the girl bouncing on top of him, You briefly shut your eyes as you got closer to your approaching high, imagining he was thrusting into you, whispering nasty things about how good you were for him. You wanted him- no you needed him so badly. As you came on your delicate fingers you opened your eyes to the pornographic scene displayed through your window, and whether you imagined it or not you could've sworn for just a second that Jean’s eyes were on you, watching your body heave up and down at the pleasure you gave yourself. But just as soon as it happened it was gone, he was whispering dirty inaudible things to the girl below him, you weren’t sure if he spotted you watching him at all. 

No, he didn’t, it was just your imagination, you decided. Jean’s never been in your room, he doesn’t know you have a view of his house from your window so why would he look in your direction at all? It just doesn't make sense.

Having found comfort in your conclusion that Jean had not caught you touching yourself for him while he fucked another girl, you quickly washed your hands and tucked yourself in for the night, dreading having to see him tomorrow. You lay in the dark and thought about the situation. You wondered if you should confront him or just pretend it never happened. Your heart raced as you tried to decide what to do.

Unfortunately, the sun rose the next morning, bringing about a new challenge of having to face Jean after the last night. You slept in for as long as you could, hoping to burn the daylight and not face him any sooner than was absolutely necessary. Your mom, however, knocked on your door around 10:30 to make sure you were feeling okay, as it was unusual for you to sleep in on the farm, thus beginning what would be a painstakingly long day. You ate a quick breakfast of microwaved oatmeal, you figured if you had to face him, it would be better to get it over with, kindly declining your mother's invitation for a home-cooked breakfast. You made your way back upstairs and threw on your uniform of a tank top, hat, and jean shorts before slowly walking towards the barn to begin your tasks for the day. Surprisingly Jean wasn’t in the barn when you arrived and instead were two new farmhands your dad recently hired from town. Teenage boys, looking for a little extra money on the side. This happened occasionally when the farm was under a little more stress than usual. You just tipped your hat to them and went on with your work as they did theirs. 

You were lugging bales of hay into a pile in the corner when you finally heard him arrive. The sound of his old pickup truck sputtering to a stop could be spotted from a million miles away. He stepped out and into the barn and surprisingly, he barely spoke to you all day. No sarcastic comments, no flirting, just a “Scuse me” every now and then when he’d accidentally bump into you.

It was nearing the end of the day which had gone at a surprisingly fast rate without being taunted by Jean. You were wrapping up your chores and started to say your goodbyes to the farm hands when he walked up to you. “Hey princess wanna come back and have a drink with me on my porch, we gotta lotta catching up to do. Wanna talk to you before you run off again.” He said in a more sincere, but slightly arrogant manner, a tone of mystery to his voice. You decided you’d have to talk to him at some point and after last night you’d have to get over your stupid little schoolgirl crush on him. You figured actually having a conversation would be good exposure therapy to get a head start on getting over him. 

So you followed in his large footsteps back to his rusty old truck he’s used to pick up countless girls and sat down in the front. He pulled out of the driveway of the stables and it was a quick 3-minute drive back to his house. The drive was quiet and the expression on Jean’s face was one you hadn’t seen in all your years of knowing him. It looked like there was a marble rolling around in his head. What was he thinking about? God, what you would do to find out. He stepped out of his old truck and swung open your door for you, what seemed like a sincerely nice action, very out of character for the Jean Kirstein you knew. You quietly followed him up the wooden stairs to a set of old dilapidated rocking chairs on his front porch. He motioned for you to take a seat, and he sat in the chair next to you. You both sat in silence as if he was waiting for you to say something. You braced yourself for whatever it was he wanted to talk about.

As you sat he flung open the screen door to his house and returned a minute later with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He poured two drinks and handed you one. He held his glass up and said, "Cheers." You clinked glasses and sipped your drink, still anxious about not knowing what was on his mind. He leaned back, drink in one hand and the other behind his head as he rocked back in his chair. Suddenly the realization of what was happening hit you, what do you even say to him Do you know I’ve liked you for 5 years? Why were you banging that trashy blonde girl last night? Did you see me touching myself for you? Your thoughts wandered everywhere except acceptable conversation topics. You opened your mouth to try to say something, but nothing came out. You simply stared at him, unable to process the situation and all the emotions running through you, eyes focused on his piercing amber gaze.

"Missed having you 'round here princess," he said nonchalantly as he rocked back in his chair, seemingly lightening the mood. He felt the tension too and wanted to make you more comfortable. You swallowed the lump in your throat and found your voice again. You managed a small smile and replied, "Missed being here I guess." You shrugged and looked up at the ceiling before swallowing a large sip of the whiskey, hoping it would give you a little liquid courage. "Big city girl now huh? Not used to being back on the farm." He chuckled and you could feel the tension dissipate slightly, yet still uncomfortable. The question had been stirring in your brain all day. Had he seen you? Is that what he wanted to talk about? He handed you the bottle and you both sat in a brief silence, watching the fire flicker in the lanterns lighting up the doorway. "I'm still me Jean, just been gone a while that's all…” you trailed off awkwardly “Still know my way around the farm." He smiled and you felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over you. You smiled back, grateful for the reminder that you were still the same person underneath it all. "Seems like you forgot your manners, sweetheart." He chuckled as he stretched his arms over his head, revealing the little trail of hair hiding just above the hem of his jeans as you tried not to stare for too long. 

Taken aback, you tried to understand what he meant had you said something? “Well I don’t think I’m the one who’s been rude lately Jean, you barely looked at me all day. Might’ve said all of three words.” You said with furrowed brows, your voice trailed off sounding a little angrier than intended, accidentally letting your frustration out. “Oh yeah? And why do you think that is princess?” he said a small smirk forming on his face as he sipped his whiskey. “I dunno” you whispered under your breath as you looked down at the floor to avoid his intense glare, feeling your heart speed up. “Didn’t your daddy ever tell you it’s rude to look in people’s windows” and with that your heart stopped, your hands grew clammy and you couldn’t swallow the lump in your throat. 

He knew. Fuck. Of course, he knew. That’s what this is all about. “Jean I-” you started to say before he cut you off. “Don’t apologize, princess, you think I haven't seen you staring at me, hm? Watching me workin’ out in the sun probably getting all nice and wet for me.” “I’ve been watching you too sweetheart, walking around in those tight little shorts basically beggin’ me to fuck you right there.” He said nonchalantly as if he was just asking how your day was, sipping his drink.

Were you dreaming or did Jean Kirstein, your father's favorite employee, just say he wants to fuck you. You didn’t know how to respond so you simply stuttered out what came to your mind first “B-but that girl th- the blonde one-” you said shakily, not having looked up at Jean once since the conversation took this turn.

He stood up from his creaky chair until all you could see were his muddy boots next to yours. He grabbed your face gently with his tough, calloused fingers to make you look up at him “Wanted to put on a good show for ya. ‘Was thinking about your pretty little body under me the whole time. You know how cruel you are wearing those tiny ass tank tops, showing your tits off to all the farmhands? Know how many times I’ve thought about you wiggling under me, hm? I don't give a fuck about any girl I bring back, how could I when I'm thinking of you the whole time?"

With that, as you were about to respond Jean yanked you up to stand beneath him, smoothly catching your lips in a sloppy wet kiss. The taste of whiskey on his tongue made it all the more intoxicating, the way his hands roamed your body. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as his tongue explored your mouth, teeth lightly grabbing your bottom lip between them. 

Without saying anything Jean lead you into his house straight to his bedroom and sat you down on his creaky bed, towering over you. He removed your clothing painstakingly slowly as his lips ghosted your neck before taking in the view below him “Even more fuckin’ sexy than I imagined” You could see him growing hard against his jeans as you tugged at his waistband “N-need you Jean, need you so bad” was all you managed to whine out. As he removed his dirty work clothes before you your eyes wandered over his toned muscles, your mind roaming a million different places from his fingers inside you to his huge cock. 

You reached for his thick cock, pretty pink tip absolutely dripping with precum but he tsked “Uh uh baby, I’m here for you, alright? Now why don't you show me how you play with yourself for me, hm?” He whispered in your ear, chill bumps racing down your spine as a vibrant red blush crossed your face. The thought of touching yourself for Jean made you both extremely embarrassed and extremely turned on 

“C’mon princess you weren’t too shy last night now were you?” He said as his teeth lightly scraped the sweet spot on your neck making you let out a soft moan. You simply shook your head and leaned back against his pillows. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and slowly lowered your dainty fingers down to your core, you could feel your pussy already dripping down your soft inner thighs as Jean’s gaze stayed locked on you. You began rubbing slow circles on your needy clit as you looked up at him “This what you do when you make yourself cum for me?” Jean asked, his signature cocky tone returning. You nodded and started to dip one of your small fingers into your aching pussy softly whining out “Jean..” “Yeah what do you think about baby, hm?” he said inquisitively, watching every movement of your hand on your messy pussy, making him harder than he thought possible. “Think about y-your hands and how they’d feel, s-so big and strong-” you whimpered out as you added a second finger to your sopping cunt. “Yeah just my fingers, princess?” He asked cockily, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it. “N-no, think about your cock too a-and your mouth…” you trailed off, voice getting quieter as you felt a familiar knot begin to build in your stomach. 

“Mhm and what about my mouth?” The thought of you getting yourself off to him turned Jean on so much and he needed more, needed to know exactly what you thought about. “Y-your tongue, all over my pussy a-and sucking on my clit-” you were cut off as your orgasm ripped through you, overcoming you like waves crashing on a beach, eyes squinted shut. you were accustomed to making yourself cum fast due to your very little free time. 

Jean saw you unravel beneath him, mouth slightly agape as your juices pooled around your small fingers. As you pulled them out Jean replaced them with his rough thumb, rubbing lazy circles on your over-sensitive clit. You wined out and dug your fingers into his muscular back as he touched you “If you can’t take this baby, how are you gonna take my cock?” He chuckled as he squeezed one of his long slender fingers into your tight cunt. “So fucking wet for me…” he said pulling his fingers out and spreading them in front of you to showcase your wetness before sliding them into your mouth “Be a good girl and taste yourself for me m’kay?” He said eyes filled with lust as you sucked his long fingers deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them as you tasted the tangy stickiness of your cum. 

“Such a good fuckin’ slut for me aren’t you?” He said as he removed his fingers, shoving them back into your pussy harshly making you gasp “Probably thought about this a million times huh, me having my fucking way with you. ‘M gonna fuck you like the slut you are, always teasin’ me when I’m at work” your pussy clenched at his words and he chuckled “yeah you like that don’t you? Like me calling you a fuckin’ slut” You nodded as he removed his fingers and moved your hands to your knees “Hold these pretty legs open for me while I eat this pussy okay baby?” He said in a commanding tone before using his ring and middle fingers to spread your pussy open for him “So fuckin pink and wet for me god, this is the prettiest fuckin pussy I’ve ever seen” he said before lowering his mouth onto your swollen clit, tongue doing figure eights all over your dripping pussy. You could feel his scruff against your skin as his hair tickled your soft thighs “Taste so sweet for me baby, said you want me to suck on your clit right?” He asked making direct eye contact with you as you nodded, he removed his mouth from your desperate pussy before saying “Good girls use their words, sweetheart" with a deviant smile “Y-yes Jean I w-want your tongue on my clit” you said, embarrassed at how he had you sprawled out in front of him, already willing to do whatever he wanted. “That’s a good girl” he smiled before attaching his mouth back on your sensitive pussy, sucking and lapping at you like he was never going to eat again. It felt so good you couldn’t control yourself as his skilled tongue ran over you, tears forming in your eyes, knees shaking as his name rolled off your tongue like a mantra.

Before you knew it you were cumming all over his face “Yeah there you go princess, give me all of it, want all of your fuckin’ cum” he said as his tongue continued to assault your swollen clit, riding out your orgasm until he was completely satisfied. You looked so fucked out beneath him and he hadn’t even given you his cock yet, but you needed it, you craved it. Needed the way you knew it would stretch out your tight walls. “Turn over for me baby,” he said placing a soft kiss on your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that has fallen on your flushed face as a result of your earth-shattering orgasm. You turned your body over onto your elbows, chest flat against the bed and round ass in the air as you heard Jean stroke his cock a few times. “Been thinking about fuckin’ this tight little pussy for so long baby” he said as he caressed the soft skin of your ass before pressing a harsh slap into the skin, seeing it turn red for him. “You want my cock, huh?” he asked cockily as he spanked you again. “P-please Jean I need your cock” you managed to whine out “I can tell baby, your pussy is just fucking dripping down your thighs onto my sheets, making such a fucking mess.” He chuckled as you moaned at his words, dragging his aching pink tip up and down your wet slit just to tease you. "P-please Jean, I need it-" you begged before he slapped his fat tip against your clit making you whimper. "You need it huh? Beg me, baby, beg for my cock." He smirked as you bucked your hips backward hoping to feel him enter you "Please Jean, please, fuck I need your cock so bad, wanna feel it stretch me out, please please please." You whined pathetically under him before he harshly thrust his painfully hard thick cock into your aching pussy, molding you around him. You screamed as he bottomed out in you immediately, making you take every inch “C’mon baby, weren't you just beggin' for this? Take it like the good little slut you are.” he said as his hips picked up their rhythm, snapping his long cock into your tight cunt, tight balls hitting your clit with every thrust making you go absolutely brain dead for him. You loved the way he stretched you out, his thick cock bullying his way into your tight pussy had you screaming for him so loud you were sure the neighbors could hear.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” He said punctuating each word with a thrust rougher than the last “Wish you could see this tight pussy creaming all over my cock” he said, eyes focused on the white ring forming at his base from both your cum and his. “Fuck, not gonna last long with you squeezing me like this princess,” he said, spanking your ass, making you moan into his sheets. “J-jean ‘m gonna..” “I know baby, I can feel that tight pussy squeezing ‘round me” he replied squeezing his eyes shut from the pleasure, going faster as his thrusts got sloppier. You came quickly at his increased speed, releasing your juices all over his cock. This turned him on more than he thought was possible 

“Fuck ‘m gonna stuff you with my cum okay? Gonne cum deep inside this pretty pussy” You didn’t reply as you were completely fucked out, soon he released deep inside you, balls tightening as he pumped every last drop of his hot sticky cum inside you. You could feel his warm seed paint the inside of your walls white so deep inside you. He fucked his cum deep inside you, riding out his orgasm before pulling out to watch it drip down your thighs. “So pretty for me,” he said turning you back over onto your back before placing a soft, romantic kiss on your lips. “You gotta stop wearing those little shorts ‘round here okay? Makes me fuckin’ sick seeing the other guys stare at you like that.” “Oh you jealous?” you giggled, feeling a happy warm feeling at the thought of Jean being possessive “Damn right I’m jealous. From now on I’m the only one that gets to see that ass okay?” He said as he pulled you closer onto his warm chest, wrapping his strong arm around you. You could smell the strong scent of his masculine cologne and closed your eyes next to him “Mhm” you nodded as you started to drift off to sleep. Jean didn’t usually let his hookups sleepover, he knew you would be more than that. 

#anime #aot #attack on titan #jean kirstein smut #jean kirstein #shingeki no kyojin #aot x reader #jean kirsten x reader #jean kirstein x you #jean snk #jean aot #aot jean #jean attack on titan #aot smut #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein smut #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtsein x you #snk jean #jean smut #jean x reader #jean x you #jean kirstein thirsts #aot jean smut

[nylashimxari]

Redacted characters as songs

A/n: this would have been angsty if it wasn’t 7:02 in the morning where I live and I haven’t slept. I only done this with a few characters cause my brain is fried currently, I have like 10 drafts I need to finish and post.

David shaw:

Joshua - Dolly Parton

‘It growled at me and I swallowed hard, when he spoke his voice was low and deep but he just didn’t frighten me, ‘cause somehow I just knew he wasn’t mean’

Asher Talbot:

Harness your hopes - Pavement

‘Harness your hopes on just one person, You know, because a harness was only made for one. Cauterized in syrup and syrup's not molasses and I'm checking out the asses, the assets that attract us to anything that moves’

Milo Greer:

That’s what I like - Bruno Mars

Jump in the Cadillac, Girl let's put some miles on it, Anything you want just to put a smile on it, you deserve it baby, you deserve it all and I'm gonna give it to you. Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white. Lucky for you, that's what I like’

Vincent Solaire:

Bring me to life - Evanescence

‘Wake me up inside, save me, Call my name and save me from the dark, wake me up, Bid my blood to run, I can't wake up, Before I come undone, save me, Save me from the nothing I've become. Bring me to life, I've been living a lie There's nothing inside’

Sam Collins:

Before he cheats - Carrie Underwood

‘I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive, Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, Slashed a hole in all four tires, Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats’

Gavin:

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

‘I broke apart my insides, I've got no soul to sell, Help me, the only thing that works for me, Help me get away from myself. I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside, I wanna fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed. You can have my isolation, You can have the hate that it brings, You can have my absence of faith. You can have my everything’

Damien:

Do I wanna know? - Artic Monkeys

‘Do I wanna know?, If this feelin' flows both ways? Sad to see you go, Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay Baby, we both know, That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day’

Huxley:

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

‘I think of her so much, it drives me crazy. I just don't want her to leave me. Don't you give me up, please don't give up Honey, I belong with you and only you, baby. Only you, my girl, only you, babe (you) Only you, darling, only you, babe (you) Only you, my girl, only you, babe (you) Only you, darling, only you’

Lasko:

For the First Time - Mac Demarco

‘While she's been away, Living day-to-day has been tough. Without her at my side, Simply being alive has been rough and though she won't be gone forever, There are many times I find it feels that way and I'm not trying to forget her just understand how I'll be feeling on that day. It's just like seeing her for the first time again’

Kody:

Pumped up kicks - foster the people

‘Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, but won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid, yeah he found a six-shooter gun in his dad's closet, and with a box of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run faster than my bullet’

#redacted david #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted vincent #redacted sam #redacted gavin #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted kody #redacted damn crew #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted audio

[aliypop]

Fever

Word Count: 1,405

Writers Note: This was a request from @your-nanas-house for my picture prompt challenge with Cece so I hope you like it!

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: When Cecelia Valmos and Elvis Presley are filming a Western movie together they realize there are more things that are wild than the West.

California 1960

"Kill me now because I'm tired of saving you!" the saloon was covered in smoke with a strong smell of beer and musk, "Tired of savin' me of lovin me, darlin?" Jesse Evertte asked. He was a smooth-talking cowboy casanova, a snake with blue eyes, but the token of affection to Sarah Lee, the tawny-skinned cancan dancer who found herself in Mississippi from Georgia with a past. "I could neva grow tired of lovin you." her hand was on his cheek, her hazel eyes looking deep into her soul. Jesse moved closer towards her, 

"Then show me."

"Jesse..."

"Sarah Lee, show me."

"Tell me, how am I spose to." she walked up closer to him. Jesse took her by the hand and dipped her, giving her a sweet, tender kiss. Sarah's eyes had closed, and her hands were twirling around his black hair. She snagged a bit of it. Pulling away for air, the two had pressed their foreheads together, panting hard,

"I-I-I... Oh shoot, I forgot my line!" Cecelia laughed hard as Elvis was still holding her,

"CUT! The kiss wasn't supposed to be real, Presley!"

"Sorry, I-I- ah got into the scene there." Elvis blushed hard. Cecelia glanced down at him as she saw how into it he had gotten. It was no secret that sometimes he'd get turned on during some of his scenes. After all, he was a man acting alongside pretty women. But this one was different. Cecelia Valmos was more than just his leading lady. She was his wife. 

"Break for lunch..." The director grumbled, "And get rid of that Presley..." gesturing to the tightness in his cowboy jeans. 

"Will do," Elvis mumbled, taking Cecelia by the hand. They'd gone to his dressing room, which had posters of his previous works, some that he was proud of and others he wasn't so fond of. Closing the door, Cecelia had been sitting on his vanity, her leg crossed as he saw the underskirt of her cancan dress. Her corset laced tight, and her breast nearly poured out of the top of it. Elvis didn't even know how he had focused for this long on set, "Is this doing it for you or perhaps this..." sliding down. Cecelia bent over the table, her costume bloomers showing as he licked his lips. 

"You're teasin me real bad, baby."

"Just practicin my part is." Cecelia felt a hard smack across her ass as he pulled her hair to have her looking up at him, "All..." she moaned as she felt Elvis lick and bite on her neck. Cecelia could hear him unzip her dress as she turned to face him to help him unbuckle his pants. His cock was hard and ready to spring free.

"Cece... I need you." He husked. His voice was deeper and wanting, and his head was on her shoulder. Cecelia had rubbed against him as she heard him let out a moan. He was furious she was teasing him, but he'd still enjoy it, 

"Need me where?"

"Here... now." Pulling her close to him, he kissed her again, their tongues swapping into each other's mouths. Elvis had then pinned Cecelia against the wall as he wrapped her leg around his torso, 

"How long have you been feelin like-"

"All day." He growled, giving her sloppy kisses down her chest as he heard her mewl and moan. Slipping his fingers over her bloomers, he ran his fingers over her lips, feeling her shiver under him. She was nearly soaked, and he knew the wardrobe team would hate him.

"Oops... Seems they ripped doll." 

"Elvis!" She blushed as he laughed,

"Can't help it. It's the beast in me." he snarled at her as he carried her back to the vanity. Cecelia had begun to unbutton his shirt as he stood her up to untie her bustle.

"This is a lot of shit you gotta put on." 

"To think our grandparents wore this stuff."

"Cece..."

"Yeah?"

"That's the last thing I wanna think about." He smirked as she sat in his chair,

"Oh yeah, then whaddya want to think about big boy." 

Elvis was on his knees as he parted her legs open. His head buried between her thighs, his lips watered as he was starving to taste her wet juices on his tongue, to feel her legs quivering around him until she could no longer take it. Brushing his fingers against her soaking wet folds, he could hear her sharp gasp, and that was when he knew she was at the right temperature to eat, a blistering fever a feast for his senses. Cecelia had been gripping the arms of the chair hard as she was burning in pleasure from every lick, flip, suck, and bite, the thrust of his fingers. Cecelia would moan and shiver when he'd give her a good gut-wrenching moan from his own pleasure to please, but nothing felt better than her shaking legs and her loud orgasm, or so she thought.

Elvis gave her a deep kiss as she tasted herself on his tongue. It was sensational, different even, but now she craved something too. Pushing him onto the couch. Cecelia sat between his thighs, her eyes never leaving his as her hand began to pump his thick member in her hand. She could see his eyes fluttering shut and hear his sweet curses, and yet she hadn't even blown him yet. Licking the tip, she got a taste of his sweet pre-cum, swirling it around the head as she slowly took all of him in his mouth, careful not to use too much teeth in the process. Pulling her hair, Elvis began to buck his hips. Feeling how well her mouth followed in the perfect rhythm of his thrust, 

"Perfect...Ah... Doll, yes!" His head leaning against the wall, he was content. He was full, and he was, 

"Getting close, Mr. Presley?"

"Fuck... Yes, Cece...Don't stop don't-" Sinking herself onto his throbbing cock Cecelia pressed her face in his chest, a shiver down her spine from how empty she'd been without him deep inside her,

 "F-F-FUcK!

"E-Elvis!" Her hips began to grind against him, she could feel his hands on her waist as he started off slow, trying to keep his orgasm at bay. He wanted to treasure this moment and make it worth it, 

"Hold on to me, baby." He then said as he carried her, still buried in her, and placed her back on the wall, Cecelia closed her eyes as he kissed down her neck then squeezed her nipple, 

"Look at me..."

"Yes, sir, AH!" His hips nearly rammed into her, as her breast bounced from the speed that he was going, 

"You like that don'tcha."

"Yes! Yes!"

"Then you'll like this." sitting her on top of the vanity, Elvis had quickened his pace. He could feel her walls close behind him and squeeze him for everything he had left. Grunting in her ear, he knew he was close, but he knew Cecelia was too. 

"You gonna cum for me doll."

"Mhmm! Fuck!" 

"Use your words, princess."

"Yes..." His hips kept going and her legs kept shaking, 

"Yes, what," Elvis pulled out of her as he turned her to face the mirror entering right back into her overtly wet folds,

"Yes sir!"

"Good girl, now look in the... Shit, Mirror!" His hand graced her neck as he gave it a light squeezing, "Tell me princess who gives you fever."

"You do!" she moaned louder, enough that she was sure anyone walking by could hear them. 

"Who loves you the most," Her legs were giving out and so were his.

"You! AH Fa-Fa-Fa-FUCK!" The two had both reached their peak and she nearly collapsed on the vanity table, Elvis had pulled out of her as his warm seed pooled out of her, and dripped down her thigh, 

"Shit..."

"Wha-What?"

"I see what they mean when they say I'm so full I could bust." He laughed as Cecelia glanced at him,

"Elvis!" she laughed as she felt him clean her up with a warm towel, 

"You okay?"

"Mhmm, just laughing at my God-awfully silly husband." picking her up, he placed her on his chest as the two on the couch together, a blanket over them as he took a deep breath, 

"What a lovely way to burn." both their eyes clothes as they drifted off to sleep,

"PRESLEY OPEN UP PRESLEY!" 

"Shit!"

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[theviridianbunny]

NETWATCH'S ACCOUNTS OF ARASAKA'S RED RABBIT - JANUARY 11TH 2075

After an encounter with the netwatch agent Bryce Mosley- secrets are bought out into the light. Viridian must re-live a part of her past she tried so hard to run from. She must re-live the trauma and angush of being held in the jaws of the viper. Viridian centric emotional hurt and little comfort fic- featuring Victoria Crane, who belongs to @another-corpo-rat (thank you for trusting me with your beloved evil corpo rat~) This fic is intended for mature readers (18+ please!) fic can under the cut - or can be found at my A03 here

“Mercenaries are leaving- they’ve joined the team… so, be nice. Don’t want any problems” Bryce spoke on coms to a fellow agent- then cutting the connection.  

Turning to the pair of mercs. The ex valentino and a brutal netrunner…  Jackie welles and Viridian Miller.

“Good luck to the both of you. Got a feeling we’ll be seeing each other soon…”

As the pair went  to leave the cinema -  Viridian heard Bryce cough- like he was trying to peak her attention.  She turned back to him- as he spoke - there was this gleam in his eyes- the ambient lighting catching at his keiroshi 5 implants

“Just one last thing…Viridian, are you as brutal as you were in your days at arasaka?”  

Bryce watched how Viridian’s turned on the balls of her heels. Her body language shifted oh so slightly- how her cybernetic hand reached her face- digging at a patch of skin on her jaw. 

"I  don't know what you're talking about-" she questioned- raising an eyebrow. 

 "oh really?" He asks - coldly.  He raised a cybernetic hand and snapped his fingers. 

The looping cowboy movie on the silver screen stuttered to a stop - flickering and almost ripping apart- several SYSTEM ERROR warnings popping up over and over. 

With another snap of his fingers the screen changed to CCTV footage.  

The footage was paused-  In the top right corner the arasaka logo is in bold. The time stamp reads 23:27 - the date- January 11th 2075.  

"This may refresh your memory - little rabbit "  his voice is almost coy- cocky.  

The netwatch agent snapped his fingers for the final time - and the CCTV played.  

The blood in Viridian’s veins ran cold. There was  nothing she could do now- unable to cut the recording - her internal ram frozen and depleted.  Her eyes met with Bryce’s and Viridian scowled.  She knew all too well  what was coming - she looked away - across to Jackie. His eyes were fixed on the screen. 

“Victoria Crane sends her regards” Bryce spoke over the hum of cctv static.  

He smiled and watched the colour drain from the netrunners face.  

–

2075 was the year of Viridian’s downfall - her smoke out of Arasaka. The year she realised just how she could snap.  Having been held in the vipers jaws for too long- Arasaka’s red rabbit finally broke free and fought back.  

What Viridian called “ the final nail in the coffin” happened After a six hour deep dive into the net. 

On January 11th 2075 , after a data  breach …. In the depths of the web-  they were sifting through data to fish for intel.  

Two of Arasaka’s best netrunners surfaced from the dive-  Viridian Miller,  the brutally efficient red rabbit, and Victoria Crane, the Viper, - Adam Smasher’s personal runner.

Golden optics pierced Viridian’s soul as she jacked out of her chair- feeling her college's piercing gaze over her..  Victoria Crane was so much taller than Viridian-  caramel skin melding with golden chrome.   A white - snakeskin embossed netrunning suit covered the majority of Victoria’s chrome.  Her gilded neck and forearms were the only visible gold- that shone so magnificently under the red lighting of the netrunners alcove.  

“I’m surprised you managed to keep up with me” Victoria poked. 

“What do you mean?”  Viridian asked - her gaze availing Victoria’s as she spoke- turning from the older woman as she stood from her chair.  

Victoria tilted her head- looking at the smaller woman as if she were dumb. She smiled ever so slightly as she pulled off her oculeset, standing , the older woman placed it down on her chair.    Stretching out her arms and neck. Her cybernetics gleaned in the light. She watched like a hawk as Viridian slung her lover's bomber jacket over her shoulders.   As Viridian reached into the inside pocket for her cigarette case- Their eyes met for just a moment as Victoria spoke. 

“Oh- You just seemed distracted before we began.” Victoria continued.  “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Valentino brute-” 

“He has a name Vic- His name is Jackie- and he’s not a brute-” Viridian cut in- inbetween grabbing a cigarette from the case . 

She furrowed her brow as she shut the case with a clack - and delicately placed it back into her pocket.  Viridian placed the neatly rolled cigarette behind her ear- to smoke once she was outside.  

Jackie was due to meet her in half an hour.   She had to get going soon. It was date night for the couple. Jackie was due to meet her- they’d have a quick smoke and then they’d catch the metro to heywood. They’d grab buck-a-slice pizza and hang out- have a cosy time together.  

“Oh really? Well he sure looks like one” Victoria laughed. Taking joy in watching Viridian’s fuse grow shorter and shorter.  

“Well he’s not. He’s not a brute. Jackie Welles is the kindest man I know”  she protested.  

Viridian watched as Victoria rolled her eyes

“Oh, 'you can lie to yourself all you want, little rabbit, but it won't change the fact that he likely doesn't even have two brain cells to rub together” 

A smile twisted onto the golden netrunner’s lips

 “Is that what you want? A dullard so you appear smarter than you actually are?” She asked,  stalking closer to Viridian. 

Sharp toothed smile over her lips as she reached to her. ... Taking a lock of the younger woman’s teal hair and tucking it behind her ear- Victoria’s cold golden fingers hovering for a microsecond before slowly tracing the smaller woman’s jawline. 

“I wonder what the man sees in you… with all this“  Victoria’s voice was as cold as her fingertips-  that Intentionally pressed down on the raw patch of acne that Viridian tried so hard not to pick at.

Victoria saw the panic rise in Viridian’s eyes as she pulled herself away from the taller woman- but found herself backed against one of the walls of the alcove.  The red lighting seemed all the brighter as Victoria closed herself in.

Viridian was trapped. 

“You do know you’re dealing with street scum, rabbit…  Valentino men don’t bother with women like you ”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about- what do you even mean by saying women like me-?!” She spoke- trying to project her voice.

“You know what I’m talking about, don’t be dumb.”  Her weight shifted as she slid her metal fingers down Viridian’s jaw for a final time. Removing her hand- her gaze softened as she spoke her next words.

“You’re a prude, a stuck up virgin. I’m surprised that tower of a man hasn’t fucked you into his whore and then left you to rot-. ”

As Victoria opened her mouth to continue prying her colleague- viridian cut against her.  Sharp- like the edge of a mantis blade.

Through gritted teeth grit and sharp exhale, viridian spoke with determination. Though Victoria could see the panic behind the mask. 

“Firstly- Jackie is not like that- he would never do that. -  Se-secondly- You have no right to talk to me like this Victoria- you have NEVER had the right to. “  she took a quick breath .

 “You have no right or place to comment on the relationships I have formed with others- You need to respect me- you need to respect my friends and the people I have in my life, you need to respect the relationships I have formed with others-..- for fucks sake open your mind to the idea that- I don’t know-  maybe some people don’t want to whore themselves out like yo— ” 

A golden hand clutched Viridian’s jaw- craning her head up and back. 

“What was that last part?” Anger could be heard in her voice.

“You. heard. me. But- I’ll say it again- seeing as you’re that old- '' viridian struggled under Victoria’s grip.    “you’re probably losing your hearing- -” she choked as Victoria’s grip tightened as she spat out that remark

“Maybe- some people don’t want to whore themselves out like you do- you know that getting into people’s pants isn’t the only way to make a deal-”

Viridian was cut off by her head being slammed into the wall behind her- a slam not hard enough to cause blunt force trauma- but hard enough to shock-

Victoria forced eye contact with Viridian as she spoke her next words.

“Tell me, Viridian. Tell me, what have you ever done to be worthy of my respect”

Her grip tightened.

“Go on, Tell me,- little rabbit.” she geered. 

Viridian’s kiorshi optics flickered. She reached for the knife strapped to the inside of her bomber. A gift from Jackie. Without stopping to think,  she broke free of Victoria’s grip and threw herself at the taller woman. Knocking her against one of the towering server blocks. Sparks flying and circuits breaking- 

An animalistic - guttural cry escaping the teal haired netrunner.  Something inside her had snapped. 

“You’d like to know what I’ve done-?”  Viridian’s voice strained and broke-

The knife in Viridian’s cybernetic hand cut into Victoria’s cheek.  Ripping through her perfect skin- cutting deep. It stayed static for a millisecond before it dragged deep through Victoria’s skin. 

Blood oozed to the surface of the cut- out over - down Victoria’s skin.   Victoria fought Viridian off of her- but it was no use- it just made the red rabbit madder. 

“This is what I’ve done.” She screamed.  “This is what I’ve fucking done Victoria” her voice quivering .  

Viridian’s heart was racing - adrenaline and fear rushing through her veins- pushing her on.  

Pin prick tears formed in her eyes as she watched the knife rip through flesh. 

She wanted this to hurt.  She wanted Victoria to bleed.

Viridian wanted the years of anguish and torment to be thrown back to Victoria. 

“This may not earn your respect- but it’s showing you I am no longer afraid. “ Viridian twisted the knife as it met the edge of Victoria’s lip.  “I am no longer afraid to get my hands dirty or bloody”  was all she spoke as she quickly drew the knife from Victoria’s skin. 

She spat in Victoria’s face. Then she spoke once again.

“I’m no longer allowing you to step over me- it’s all you’ve done for years.”

Bracing herself- backing away- shucking off her lover’s bomber jacket- hearing how leather and the metal of her emerald green cigarette case hit the floor.  A number of menthol scented cigarettes rolled all over the tiled flooring.  

She watched as Victoria wiped the spit from her face,- one shining hand applying pressure to the gaping wound-  gold and red melding to make such a horrible masterpiece. 

The red rabbit never stood a chance-  as the viper bore its fangs. 

“Congratulations Viridian” Victoria hissed- -  she looked utterly horrifying under the red ambient lighting. Usually a picture of elegance and beauty - the mask was peeling- the monster finally coming into the light.  

 “you’re finally capable of the barest fucking necessity of working here-”  her voice shook as a manic grin plastered her face “ oh my sweet little rabbit- I’m so so proud” these words laced with anger- malice .  

The smile turned into a snarl as Victoria took her colleague by the neck and slammed her into the side of one of the netrunning chairs- winding the smaller netrunner.  A golden fist then collided with her nose- 

An audible crunch could be heard over the ambient machinery humming-  Victoria had broken Viridian’s nose. 

“You mother fuc-fucker” Viridian swore- 

Victoria laughed. She marvelled at the pain she caused Viridian as she gasped-  Hearing how Viridian’s breath rasped over the sound of machinery. She was s o blinded by onset rage that she failed to notice the knife still gripped in Viridian's hand… 

In desperation- with brute force and ignorance - Viridian swung the knife into Victoria’s side and dragged down-  She didn’t care how shallow or how deep this cut was- she just needed to get one final blow.   

As she pulled the knife out of Victoria’s side-  she dropped it to the floor - Viridian felt the panic finally set in as she scrambled to her feet and felt the blood drip from her nose.  The cry that came out of her mouth was inhuman, as the reality of what she had done kicked in. 

Trying to focus on anything- she locked onto the sound of heavy booted foot steps - then the sound of the net running room door opening. 

Then finally- the Saka soldiers and their guns pointed at the two net runners. 

Viridian was cuffed and taken by gun point to be treated as an animal going to slaughter.

  –---

“Shit-” the teal haired merc swore under her breath.  The CCTV footage playing before her and Jackie cycled on a loop.  She heard Bryce snap his fingers and a new window opened-  the cinema screen splitting.  One half still played the cctv footage- the other showed  a trauma team medical template.  Medical illustrations of Victoria Crane’s injuries.   X Rays and clinical photography showed the extent of the damage Viridian had caused her old colleague.  

Viridian almost threw up in her mouth at the sight of the gaping open scars. For a split second- Viridian thought she could still smell the iron in the air.  Her body language tense as she turned away from the cinema screen.  Having not  seen Victoria since that day- she never truly realised the damage she had caused her.   She swallowed down what bile had come up- and glared at the netwatch agent.  

“Why are you showing me this-” she choked.  

The corners of the netwatch agent’s mouth turned up into this sly smile.  

“The viper wanted me to remind you just what you did to her….”   He stood from the table ledge he leant against and stalked closer to the teal haired netrunner.   

“Think of this as a greeting. She’ll be in touch soon…  I’m just the messenger here….”  

Viridian took two paces back as took out her pistol - aiming it at the taller man.   

“You take one step closer to me and i’ll put this bullet right between your eyes”

“Is that a threat?”

“What the fuck do you do you think-?!” Viridian cocked the gun - finger over the trigger.  

Visibly shaking now- Viridian’s breathing quickened - she felt her lover’s hand over her shoulder- pulling her back.  His other hand clutching at the pistol- Viridian automatically releasing the grip - almost submitting into the motion. 

“It’s not worth it Viri-” His gaze not on his love- but still to the cinema screen - “Come on,  let’s get out of here” His tone… unreadable to the netrunner.

She glared at her love- then to Bryce.  Biting the inside of her lip- she shucked herself free of Jackie’s hold and took one last look at the netwatch agent- before she paced as fast as she could out of the back room of the cinema.

Being  unable to read Jackie’s tone only made things worse for Viridian… Was he upset? Was he angry? Did he think his beloved was this vile monster for what she had done to her old colleague?  Viridian  couldn’t tell!!  

The trailing anxiety spiral was cut short by the feeling of  bile coming up the back of her throat again.   

Viridian threw up into the nearest empty bin she could find. Eyes screwed shut - coughing and choking.  Opening her eyes and averting her vision to the bile inside the trash can- the acidic smell and foul taste in her mouth knocking her for six.   She tried to stand back up straight- but one wrong move had her doubled over again. The content of her stomach empty- the netrunner dry heaved in between trying to breathe

At that moment she really did feel like she was going to die.  That was until she felt a large hand softly placed between her shoulder blades- rubbing gently.

Once she was able to stand up again- Viridian faced away from Jackie- unable to make eye contact the pair quickly made their way out of the mall.

Viridian stumbling and losing her footing- almost falling until Jackie caught her.

“Sit with me V-” 

The two sat down on the curb side - Viridian’s eyes to the tarmac of the empty car park.  Her attention peaked by the sound of leather and metal shucking - moving-.  She looked to Jackie- who had taken off his bomber - and was now offering it to his lover.  Viridian’s silent reply came as a subtle nod.  

The weight of Jackie’s bomber over her shoulders felt like such a comfort. Like returning home to a warm meal on a bitterly cold day.

“Thought you’d wanna wear it-” he offered his hand to Viridian - who took it and squeezed tightly “know it helps ground you…” 

Viridian nodded again- Jackie feeling how her fingers brushed and fiddled against one of his golden rings…

The two stayed sitting together - not saying words- just decompressing . 

Jackie was the one to break the silence as the sun began to set.  Letting go of Viridian’s grip- he reached to the pocket of his jacket- still draped over Viridian’s shoulders.  He grabbed the golden etched lighter and a pack of smokes from the pocket.  

“It’s ok if you don’t wanna talk about it…. But how long did you put up with that bullshit from Vic?” He asked softly- shucking the carton to grab a smoke- offering the pack to his girl.  

Viridian shook her head at the offer of a cigarette- pursing her lips.

“I-…” she began- involuntarily reaching to her jaw and starting to pick at the skin-  “I think it was… near enough five years Jac- I-… I thought I was finally free of her- but-… I thought wrong…”

The smell of Jackie’s menthol cigarette assaulting her nose- she scrunched her nostrils and wafted the smoke away from her.

“Can you put that out please?” She asked abruptly. Normally viridian did not mind the smell of menthol smoke- but at this moment it made her want to throw up again. 

“Yeah sure-” Jackie snuffed his cigarette out on the curb side and threw it into the empty car park.  He felt viridian slump herself against his shoulder - Jackie instinctively pulling her closer and holding her waist with one of his hands.. slowly massaging in small soft circles through leather and the tough fabric of her  net running suit.

Viridian stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity- before her composure began to break- a quiet sob- which then grew louder and louder- her body tensing up as each breath felt like she was in hailing chlorine. 

“I —- fucking hell- fucking hell- fu-fuck-fucking hell-... I-I’m nev-nevvv-never gonna be free of her Jac-” her voice was rushed and panicked. A frail cry escaped her- she was like a wounded animal.

Jackie held her closer.  He noticed how  Viridian balled her cybernetic hand into a tight fist as she struggled to get her words out.  

Trying again to speak- but her words just wouldn’t come out- she grit her teeth- screwing her eyes shut and punching herself in the leg-  as she went in for another punch- Jackie’s hand took hold of her balled fist. The hold was tight - but not in a threatening way. 

“Hurting yourself ain’t making things better Viridian -” his thumb brushing over metal and chrome.  

“Come on- deep breaths with me …” he spoke softly as he let go of Viridian’s balled fist - and watched it, open like a blooming flower. Taking her hand in his - he felt her pain, her anguish and heartbreak.

Jackie breathed in deeply- Prompting for viridian to mimic the pattern- albeit stuttered and unsteady- they breathed together- even as Viridian cried. She pressed herself up against Jackie’s bicep and broad shoulders.

 Everything felt like it was falling apart. Her composure finally broke into thousands of tiny pieces, as the sun set and the night drew cold.  

#bunny's fanfic tag #oc: viridian #victoria crane #jackie welles #bryce mosley #otp: to this #ao3 #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cbp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #archive of our own #arasaka's red rabbit

[social-mockingbird]

sunlight eyes

(an Obiyuki Cowboy Bebop AU)

obiyuki bingo 2023, yeehaw! this is my first time participating, and I’m really excited to see all of the entries and post my own! this particular fic is based on the finale of cowboy bebop (with some changes, obviously) because apparently I like sadness. it was hilarious to see the similarities between the two shows: namely the existentialism and tendency towards poetic monologues, except it’s hopeful in AnS and sad in CBB. go figure. enjoy!

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Zen’s eyes were dead before the rest of him was, and he was pointing a gun at her.

“You didn’t come because of the rain?” Her hands were in her pockets in a deliberate act of nonchalance. They were also the only part of her that was shaking.

“I was supposed to kill you,” Zen said, steady in his aim. “That day, if I had killed you, I would have been free.”

“So why didn’t you?” Shirayuki could feel her composure slipping. Zen’s eyes were so dark, devoid of anything human. Once they’d been brighter than the summer skies. She’d lain under their gaze and flown. “Why did you choose to be chased, Zen, it doesn’t make sense.”

“Why did you love me?”

“What?”

The gun was rattling. “Why did you love me?”

Shirayuki couldn’t breathe. She’d waited for him that day, waited and let herself cry, letting the thunder mingle with her sobs, and she’d wondered then if there had ever been any love in his eyes, or if it was just the thrill of illegality. She’d been poisoned by him. She’d fallen in love with an illusion, and now she was terrified of waking up.

Zen had put down his gun. His hands were on her shoulders. He was embracing her, fingers in her hair, breath on her neck. She couldn’t move a muscle.

“Let’s just run away somewhere,” Zen said in her ear, and his voice was warm on her skin. “Just the two of us. Escape this world—go where no one else is. Fly away with me, Shirayuki. Please. It’ll be like a dream.”

Something deep in Shirayuki’s chest snapped. She could feel her feet on the ground, solid on the wet gravel. She could feel how his hands were clenched behind her back, not touching her despite his loving embrace. He was almost falling into her, heavy, trapping her in place.

And yet, if she opened her mouth, she knew she’d say yes. ___

There was a time when the smoke would have bothered her lungs, when she would have hated the acrid taste on her tongue, when she would have stolen the smokes from her friends’ fingers and crushed them under her boots. Shirayuki had been a healer, and she’d believed in the sanctity of the body.

But now she breathed in the nicotine with a straight face, reveling in the calm it brought her thudding heart.

The year was 2071, and it was always raining. Someone poked her arm.

“Thinking too much, cowgirl?”

“Not thinking at all.” White hair in an arc of blood. Birds like reapers carrying his soul away in their wake. Blue eyes turning to glass.

“Then what’s that frown for?”

“Obi, stop.” Shirayuki dodged his prodding finger, almost stepping out from under the wing of the ship into the pouring rain.

It was raining then, too. Hazy like a nightmare.

In response, Obi slung a blanket over her shoulders. His hands were warm even through the fabric. He never could seem to lash back out at her. 

“You’ll catch a cold like that,” he said, grinning as Shirayuki fumbled with the blanket and draped it over her arms like a cape. “Mitsuhide’s making breakfast.”

“Eggs again?”

“It’s all we’ve got, so don’t complain,” Mitsuhide yelled from somewhere inside the ship. How he’d heard Shirayuki from that far was a mystery. Maybe he was running on autopilot.

Obi’s skin had the same greyish shadow as Shirayuki’s did in the overcast light, but there was still a rosy undertone to his face that hadn’t been there in a long time. She’d never admit it did her good to see some color in his cheeks. Obi had been fresh out of snark and sarcasm lately since his last impromptu trip, and it had bothered her more than she’d like to admit to see him looking so serious.

“I’m not going to leave again,” Obi said quietly.

“Huh?” Shirayuki turned, finally looking him in the eye. Gold was so different than blue.

“My memory came back.”

Shirayuki blinked. “I thought it wasn’t going to. Obi, you hit your head so hard.”

Blood on the pavement, blood on her hands. She’d screamed his name when he wouldn’t wake up. That day he’d promised to tell her where he was going every time he left—and for someone so secretive, he’d never broken that promise.

“Nothing good came of it,” Obi laughed, bitterness on his tongue. “There was nowhere for me to return to. Torou’s long gone. I can never be Nanaki again. This—you were the only thing I could return to.”

“Obi, wait—”

“Let me finish, please.” Obi, usually so deferent to her, was facing her with thunder in his eyes. Shirayuki closed her mouth.

“You’re leaving. I can see it in your eyes. That mess with Zen and with Izana is getting to you, and you’re going to leave, and knowing you, you’re going to do it when I can’t go after you.”

Shirayuki dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under her boot to avoid looking at him.

“You’re going to do something hopelessly noble and horrifically stupid and I—Shirayuki, I can’t lose you.”

“You wouldn’t be losing me, Obi, I’m not going there to die.”

“Zen’s gone,” Obi said quietly. “Isn’t he?”

He was falling like a trapeze artist without a net, boots sliding on the rain-slick rooftop. She’d felt something tear in her throat when she screamed and she scraped her hands and knees when she fell beside him, cradling his body in her arms, hoping there was still light in his eyes, shaking him, praying. Why couldn’t she stop crying?

“Izana’s men killed him,” Shirayuki was able to say, wondering vaguely why her cheeks were wet. “I have to go after him. He can’t keep doing this to people, it’s not right. He killed his own brother because of me.” “This is…a dream?”

Zen pulled her close, blood-spattered hands clutching her lapels. He was so heavy in her arms.

She hated herself for lying to Obi. There was nothing noble about what she planned to do. Izana had killed Zen, and there was a hole in her heart that needed fixing.

His gaze was far away, and he was smiling, looking through her.

“Yeah,” she’d choked. “Just a dream.”

There was one other thing she couldn’t tell Obi. She prayed he couldn’t see it in her face.

“Food’s getting cold,” Mitsuhide shouted from inside, and Shirayuki got caught up in racing Obi for breakfast, glad she didn’t have to keep fielding his questions. There would be time enough to answer all of his questions if she was right. And if she wasn’t, well…he could find the answers on his own.

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It was quiet on the ship when Shirayuki left her room. They were drifting gently through space, sleeping with the stars, and she took advantage of the silence, sneaking to the dock. The tiny exploration ship sagged a bit, but it would do.

She heard the click before Obi stepped out of the darkness, pointing his pistol at her.

“Where are you going?”

Shirayuki lifted her hands, pivoting to face him. She hadn’t noticed him in the shadows.

“Where are you going?” Obi repeated. He was close to her now, gun lowered to her belly. She knew it was just a way to get her to talk. He’d told her the day he boarded the Bebop that hurting her was never something he planned to do. She’d taken it as a joke then, but he’d kept his promise. Obi never seemed to break his word. Unlike her.

“You told me once,” Obi said, resting the gun gently against Shirayuki’s stomach, flicking the safety on, “that the past didn’t matter.”

“I don’t care what your real name is,” Shirayuki had grumbled, the softness of her hands contrasting with her sharp tone. “I don’t care what you did before. Can you just stop letting your past rule you? It doesn’t matter. In the end it’s just a stepping stone. And no one dwells on those.”

Obi looked at the girl bandaging his arm, feeling her warm fingers on his skin, and wondered why there were tears standing in her eyes.

Shirayuki nodded.

“Then why are you so tied to yours?” Obi had lowered the gun now, and was almost leaning into her space, nose inches from hers.

“I’m not,” she protested. “I have to go, Obi, please—”

Obi grabbed her arms, not hurting her, but keeping her in place. “I never thought I’d see the day you went for revenge, Shirayuki. If I know you, that’s not what this is, despite what you want me to think. Please don’t lie to me.”

Why had she loved Zen so much?

“You’re right, it’s not for revenge.” Shirayuki was desperate now. She could feel her heart beating, her pulse picking up, and it was getting harder to tamp down. “I have to go, Obi, I have to see if-if he really loved me and if I loved him and if it was worth it.” She broke his gaze and looked at her feet. “I have to see if he’s worth dying for.” Her voice was too shaky and quiet for her liking. “He decided I was and I want to return the favor.”

Obi felt cold. “You—that’s not something you repay, Shirayuki. Death doesn’t have to be life for life, especially when the person who died for you didn’t really love you in the first place.”

That’s what Obi wanted to say. He wanted to shake Shirayuki, wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t throw her life away. That Zen had loved the game of her hatred for Izana more than he’d loved her. That he’d loved defying Izana by being with her. That Zen died because Izana didn’t forgive betrayal, and his revenge was vicious. Obi knew enough after talking to Mitsuhide, and everything else he’d figured out on his own.

But he didn’t.

Obi instead put his hands on Shirayuki’s shoulders and pulled her into his arms.

Weightless on his feet, sunlight in his eyes. Obi was light in every sense of the word.

Shirayuki snaked her fingers around Obi’s waist, burying her face in his neck. It was all she could do. It hurt to hold him but she wasn’t letting go.

When he put his hands on her shoulders, she didn’t feel like she was being weighed down, only filled up. “This isn’t something you solve by dying,” Obi said in her ear. “You’re gonna carry that weight of feeling like you don’t understand and don’t deserve someone’s sacrifice, and that’s okay. He wanted you to live, Shirayuki—I want you to live.” Obi held her tighter. “And if that means carrying the weight with you, say the word. But please don’t go down this path. Don’t die for someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

Shirayuki stiffened and Obi was terrified she’d been offended.

“I’m not going there to die, Obi,” she said, almost too quietly for him to hear. She slid her hands up his back, over the planes of his shoulders. Obi shivered, just a little. “I’m going there to find out if I’m really alive.”

Obi leaned back and looked her in the eyes.

“Well, now, if that isn’t the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” he said, laughing a little, raising an eyebrow, and then Shirayuki was pulling him forward with her hands in his hair, and Obi couldn’t remember anything else he’d planned to say because Shirayuki’s mouth was the softest thing he’d ever tasted. She kissed him long and sweet, letting him hold her waist and press into her, and Obi tried his hardest not to think about how much this felt like a goodbye.

Shirayuki pulled back first, hands gentle on the back of Obi’s neck, a little dazed. She hadn’t really thought before kissing Obi and now she couldn’t think at all.

Why had she loved Zen?

Obi was leaning down, chasing her mouth, and she tilted up into him, closing her eyes. She felt tears on her cheeks and realized they weren’t hers, and her hands went to Obi’s face, cupped his jaw, wiped his tears with her thumbs. Zen kissed her like a guilty man and held her like a dragon.

Obi was oh-so-gently stroking her sides with his thumbs, and through his tears was able to smile into her mouth when it made her gasp.

Obi made her feel like she was flying, and like she’d have somewhere to land.

Obi said her name and ran a hand into her hair.

It was so hard to figure out why she’d loved Zen.

Resting her head on his shoulder, reveling in his warmth, Shirayuki felt safe and contented. It was so easy to love Obi. “I’ve never carried anything, Obi,” Shirayuki said, under her breath, half-hoping he couldn’t hear. “Not really. Not with you around.”

She hadn’t loved Zen. She couldn’t. Not really.

She was never meant to.

“Then don’t. Live with me.”

Shirayuki pressed her lips to his cheeks, one after the other, kissing away the still-present tears.

“I still have to fight Izana,” she told him, and Obi nodded once.

“Don’t you dare do it without me.”

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The elevator door opened and Shirayuki charged out, red hair and a spray of bullets, and Izana’s men dropped like dolls onto the slick linoleum. The main doors opened when she slammed into them, driving her shoulder into the curving floral dragons that embossed the wood. The roof exploded. Shirayuki flung up her arms and dove for the ground, debris raining down on her from above. She could hear Izana’s footsteps on the great stairs at the front of the room. She stood and shook herself, ears ringing, as Izana descended under the newly revealed night sky.

“I told you before, Shirayuki,” Izana said, pulling two silver katanas from a sheath on his back, “Zen’s death meant yours was next.”

“And if I return the favor?”

Clack-clack-clack went her pistol as she reloaded it. Izana quirked a brow.

“Either way, Zen doomed you to die. This was your destiny from the beginning.”

“Zen’s death has nothing to do with me anymore.” Shirayuki took aim, closed an eye. “Let’s end it all.”

“As you wish.”

She moved before he did, boots clattering halfway up the stairwell, bullets clashing with Izana’s blades. Shirayuki swooped under, shooting a katana out of Izana’s hand as he swiped at her, slicing her thigh, her side. Izana’s hand came down on her gun as hers grasped the handle of his sword, and they were locked, arms shuddering as they fought for control.

“You don’t control me,” Shirayuki growled. “You never did.”

Izana stepped back suddenly, reclaiming his sword, pushing her gun back into her hands.

“Then show me.”

Izana’s sword was a silver arc spinning towards her gut, and Shirayuki fired, knowing she wouldn’t be able to get out of the way, watching the bullet gleam, dreamlike, watching it find the mark.

Izana fell.

His sword stopped inches from her stomach.

Obi was holding the blade of the katana in a gloved hand, turning it in the air, flinging it far. His fingers were cut and bleeding and they were both alive.

Izana coughed, once, and quit breathing.

Then Obi was wrapped around her and Shirayuki went limp in his arms. ____

The first rays of dawn made the courtyard blindingly bright. Izana’s men watched the figure stagger out from the wreckage, raising guns and swords.

Obi set Shirayuki down and kissed her cheek, lowering his stance, prepared to run. He was holding Izana’s swords. Shirayuki raised her arm, pointing at Izana’s men, fingers in the shape of a gun. The smile came easily to her face now. It was so easy to smile when there was nothing weighing you down.

“Bang.”

And they charged.

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@snowwhite-andtheknight

#obiyukibingo23 #obiyuki #snow white with the red hair #akagami no shirayukihime #ans #obi #shirayuki #zen wistalia #izana wistalia #vera writes #cowboy bebop au #angst #overuse of italics #by writing this fic I was finally able to figure out some elements of the cowboy bebop finale I didn't understand #also I loved the idea of shirayuki being spike because it just made more sense #zen ended up being the bad guy sorta which is sad but also I need to let the obiyuki good times roll ya know #my first obiyuki bingo post!

[babeczka415]

Heart Like a Truck: Chapter 4

⚠️trigger warnings: mention of death, alcoholism, and language

A/N: I ended up having to cut out the ending and will be putting it in chapter 5. I'm still struggling with writing but I adore this chapter and couldn't wait any longer to share with you all.

The air in this truck as the three of us was thick with suspense. Cecilia felt Jake hand on her thigh but as much as she wanted to shut out the world and take Jake dressed like a cowboy she couldn't. Her eyes kept darting to him. How he looked in that red plaid and those jeans set her core on fire. It was a look she always loved on guys but with Jake she fell in love with his soul and mind before ever seeing him. However his muscles did wonder for him in this even though everything was a size bigger because of being Casey's. Her right hand left the wheel and put it on her thigh over his hand.

She didn't want him to run because of what was bound to happen. Her heart knew they would find their piece of heaven here on these acres and he would run until it was safe. In her mind she had a feeling who was at the house but she had to come up with a lie. She was preparing herself for the worst.

"Cece, what are you thinking?" Casey voice behind her in the back seat. His voice filled with concern for the woman who's always been a sister to him. His eyes caught hers in the rearview mirror.

"What is waiting for me," she tried to hide her panic from the two guys but they both knew her too well.

As she finally pulled her truck up into the front of the house her heart sank. It was her worst fear, it was the FBI. Her and Jake's eyes met each other, she could see the fear in his blue eyes at the sight in front of them. Before opening the doors,she sighed,"follow my lead boys," taking a deep breath to regain her confidence.

Out of the SUVs was her lawyer; Jackson Carter, Eric Randall the chief of the Police and a man dressed in a suit. She looked at Jake and back to the house and watched him walk there before she opened her mouth.

"Cecilia, there has been new evidence found on the death of your parents" Jackson states.

She turned her head so face, certain she was going to have whiplash from it. She looked over the men standing in front of her. Unsure what to say, it's been eight years since the accident. Her and Casey were the ones to find them as they came home from the bar. Unable to say words she turned around but not before looking at the man next to her that had stood by her side through it all.

"Jackson, what are you talking about? It was stated to be an accident," Casey's voice full of concern. He knew this conversation was going to open a deep wound for Cece but neither of them understood. They had found the truck used to haul hay hit one of the apple trees they had on the farm.

"You see it wasn't an accident. Someone tampered with the vehicle. Someone who was on the farm then and still is now. He is always wanted for other crimes from before he started here."

Looking down at the ground and digging her feet in. Besides Casey there was only one man still here from that time and she knew exactly who. "That lying piece of fucking shit," she mumbled under her breath. The anger rose inside of her. She and her father had trusted this man. "I'll take you to him," her voice dark. 

"Cece, let me. You go calm down otherwise you will end up in no better spot. Remember that man in that house" his hazel eyes looking at the house then back at her. "He needs you to stick around." Putting his hand out for her keys.

"NO! Ryan is the reason they aren't here anymore. I want to see him arrested!" She turns toward the three men that told her this information. "I'm on my property, my only request before you read him his rights is I get to punch him."

She heard the chief chuck, "I won't stop you."  Eric states. He's known her since she was just knee high before he even joined the force.

Feeling the keys in his hand, Casey knows she isn't in her right mind to drive to the bunk house. He sees the look in her face and this isn't what she expected tonight. He watches her jump in the passenger seat and sighs. Looking at the house she sent Jake too, he knows that man is watching out the window unsure of what is going on. However he gets in the truck, looking over at the hellfire sitting in the passenger seat. He knows she's going to fight the biggest guy and he won't stop her.

His knuckles are white from squeezing his fist so tight. He has no idea what's going on but he watches then all head back out to the farm. He's concern, knowing he doesn't know everything about her past he thought she was open enough. However the look Casey gave looking back at this house as Cecilia climbed into the truck passenger side his mind wandered. He walked into the dinning room where his backpack was and pulled out his laptop he had to see what he could find out about the woman who held his heart. He promised himself he never would but after watching everything unfold outside he didn't want anymore secrets. He searched her name but instantly it felt wrong and he couldn't bring himself to look. She always told him when she felt like talking she would. He knew it was his fault, he never stayed long enough for those walls of hers to break down.

She felt the rev of the truck as her blood boiling inside her. For twelve years she trusted this man. Her own father trusted him and now she wanted answers. She wasn't scared of him but more of the truth coming out and destroying everything she thought she knew. She felt her mind drift back to that night. However she shook her head, she couldn't pry open this wound while Jake was here.

After a long quiet ride Casey pulls the truck in front of the bunkhouse. It was a log cabin that was for all the guys that stayed on the ranch to work. She knew they would be in there as it was dinner time for them, and of course beer. She jumped out of the truck with it still in drive with Casey behind the wheel. She heard him sigh but she was on a mission. She heard the other two vehicles and wondered why no one was coming outside. She swung open the door to find them all around the table.

Casey leaned against the door frame, watching the fight unfold before Ryan knew what was happening Cecilia had him but his collar and throw on the floor. She might be a tiny little thing but she had a fight in her that was unbroken. She was a straight up spitfire when it came to those that hurt who she loved. This little thing was ready for any fight this man was gonna throw her way and she had the fight of a wild mustang under her shell.

"What the hell Cecelia?" Ryan yells from the floor.

Not saying a word the anger was evident on her face as her jaw was tight and she threw a punch hitting him square in the jaw. Ryan knew better than to fight back though. She wasn't one to pick a fight over anything.

She told them one punch and she listened she walked away, shaking her hand. She still was angry and needed to let off some steam. "Have at it, Eric. I don't want this piece of shit on my property ever again."

"Ryan Davis, you are under arrest for the murder of Thomas and Emma Dunn."

As Cecilia stormed out of the bunkhouse she heard Eric reading Ryan his rights. She didn't want to hear the FBI agents. She let out a sigh, she needed back to her safety in his arms.

Feeling a hand on her upper back she turned and saw Casey. She felt the tears forming under her hard shell. He pulled her in for a hug. It wasn't who she needed but he understood her pain. He had been there with her that night when they found them and through all of it. 

She looked up "take me home to him. I don't feel safe driving." She walked away from him. Her head hung long with frustration, her skin felt hot to herself and she felt her strong heart breaking down.

"Cecilia Dunn! I have a few questions for you about another man we are looking for," states the agent just as she's about to get in the truck.

"I don't know who else you would be looking for. I'm not a safe haven for wanted criminals," the anger and emotions still clouding Cecilia's head. 

"This is about the hacker from Duskwood…." The agent starts talking. "I haven't heard from him since the mine. I assumed he died in the fire started by Rogers but I'd like to get back to my home after everything." She turns around and gets in the truck.

She looked out the window not saying a word to Casey as he drove her back to the house. She was frustrated, she wanted to punch Ryan more. Everyone in this town knew she was a fighter when those she loved got hurt. She wanted to kick him and make him beg for his life but not in front of the Chief of Police and the FBI agent. She knew her lawyer wasn't going to stop her but that's all.

Her mind kept drifting back to that night but she refused to open that deep wound. She felt the bumps of the uneven road under the truck. Her only concern was to make sure she made it into his arms.

As he pulled up she saw Jake sitting on the swing. Before Casey even had a chance to put the truck to a full stop in front of the farmhouse Cecilia had opened her door and jumped out. She couldn't wait another second to be in his arms and a moving vehicle wasn't going to stop her.

He grabbed her as she came running up and pulled her against his body. She was burning up and he knew she was angry as hell. He looked up from her and saw Casey getting out of her truck.

"Cecilia, I will check everything he's touched tomorrow. The rest of the boys will pick up the slack and it will be like he wasn't even here. I promise," Casey's voice laced with a promise to make it all better.

She turned her head to look at him and the tears of crying into Jake's shirt was evident on her face. She was at a loss for words as the sunset, she just shook her head but held onto Jake tighter.

"Love, I made something simple for dinner. Why don't you go eat." Jake's soft voice in her ear. She shivered at it but in the best way possible.

Watching her walk inside Jake knew it was going to be a rough night but even though the FBI found his little slice of heaven here he couldn't leave her even to distract them.

"Be easy with her tonight and don't let her get to the liquor cabinet. I know she knows how to pick the lock," Casey's voice full of concern for that girl. However as he looks in the window he sees her standing in front of it. Before Jake even notices he runs in and throws Cece over his shoulder and brings her to the kitchen.

"LET ME DOWN YOU BIG GOON!" Cecilia yells hitting his back.

Casey completely ignores the request and just takes the hits on his back. This isn't the first time he's dealt with this side of her but the first time Jake is here as well. He places her down on the barstool. 

Cecilia keeps looking between him and where the liquor is. After everything she just needs to feel the burn of whatever she grabbed going down her throat and into her stomach. Her eyes linger on it slightly too long and she feels a hand grabbing her chin. She sighs as she knows it's Casey. She looks into his eyes and sees the hurt and feels herself picking at her fingernails. The feeling of him being right is something she should be used to but she refuses to admit it.

Casey realizes she won't move as Jake stands in the doorway. Unsure at this point if Cecilia even told Jake about this issue. He goes into the fridge and grabs her a can of soda. Handing to her, he knows what she wants but he can't go down this road again. He leans in and whispers into her ear, "this is not the time for that. I can't watch you open that wound as well. I won't watch you fall into that again."

Standing in the doorway where Cecilia's head turns in the man that holds her heart. She's kept so many secrets from him and maybe it's time they come out.

"I got it Casey, go take care of the ranch," Jake's voiced full of concern for Cecilia. He is realizing there are some big secrets in both their life. He thinks back on the moments with her, how didn't he figure it out sooner. She's fighting the devil in alcohol form.

"I will see you guys tomorrow. Cece, I think you should tell him." Casey walks away.

Looking back at the can that still isn't open, Cecilia focuses on it. The cold metal in her hands, she felt like she could melt it with her touch so hot. She flips the tab but not enough to open it. She doesn't realize Casey left until Jake is standing in front of her with his hands on hers.

"How long?" The crack in his voice is evident he figured out what was going on just now. However, Jake wants to hear it from her.

"Eight years, I've had this drinking problem. It started after Casey and I found them." the softest sigh leaves her mouth as she plays with the tab on the can.

"Why hide this from me?" Jake very well knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from the girl in front of him.

"Because you always leave!" Cecilia's voice raises as she looks up. The tears in her eyes turn back into anger.

"Only to protect you! If they were to find me here I can't imagine what I would do if they hurt you!" Jake's voice laced with anger on her hiding this from him.

Pushing Jakes away from her, the can dropped to the hardwood floor. Cecilia stands up and turns away from him. "When are you going to fucking learn Jake! I don't need to be protected! I didn't need it with Richy or any other time! I need to know you're not going to leave when things get tough with me! For fuck sakes everyone in my life has left me besides the ones I pay!" Her voice laced with total anger and frustration, it's this morning all over again. However, this time she refuses to walk away from the fight.

Jake's jaw clenched tight at her words. Of course she needs to be protected from them, she was all he had to live for. He understood her anger but he wasn't afraid of her like Casey or the other guys, his fear inside of him was for her if something was to happen to this piece of heaven carved out in the Montana countryside. 

Unsure how to put these fears so she could understand where he is coming from he picked up the can. It was a miracle this can didn't break open in the fall, much like the two of them it held on even under the pressure. Moving closer to Cecilia he knew she was a bomb that if handled wrong would go off. Was he frustrated with her for hiding this, fuck yes but he needed her around.

She felt his hand graze her arm, but she moved away. Cecilia knew she hurt him saying that but it had to have been side. She stopped herself from saying she wished never took that text because it would have been a lie. She adored and found home in him but this fight needs to happen.

Turning around she catches the look in his eyes, it's one of fear. "I guess I'll be better off alone," her voice still angry at everything that has happened.

"I'm not leaving you Cecilia! I just was raised to protect the woman I love without even batting an eye." He reached for her hand this time grabbing her so she couldn't move.

Catching his jaw clenching at trying to protect her from his world she's unsure if she can keep this going. "I protected you from them! I didn't let them ask questions on who you are. You need to stop treating me like I'm something that needs to be put on a pedestal because I'm not!"

As she goes to pull away Jake pulls her closer. His free hand goes to the back of her neck and the other one moves to her waist. "I will always protect you. I can't imagine a life without you. I meant it, there is no evading you. When I'm not with you every moment of my existence is thinking of you. Trying to figure out how to come back to you and let those masks of both of ours fall off. You are my home!"

Feeling herself pinned between him and the counter she feels stuck. She loves him just as much as he's saying he loves her but her mind is fighting all of this. She catches him staring at her eyes and while she sees fear still its truly not of her but of losing her. She pushes him away and storms into the living room again. Heading near the liquor cabinet and her knives she plays with. 

"For fuck sakes Cecilia! Don't do it. Don't choose the alcohol over me!" Storming after her as he watches her every movement and sees where she is heading.

Taking a sigh she shuts out the world. Picking up one of the knives her dad had given her. It was handmade, she felt the wood grain under her fingertips and saw the family last name engraved in it, Dunn.  She flips it over running her fingers along the dull blade. She saw the other engravement 'to my loving daughter, Cece'. She felt the tears she had gotten just before they passed for her birthday, it had never been used outside of this house and that's how it planned to be kept. Putting it back down, she realized her parents wouldn't have wanted her to react like this. She was supposed to be an old tree that no matter the storms never broke.

Turning around she saw Jake, she saw the anger as he thought she was going for the cabinet. "I needed to refocus, Jake," she felt her mask slide back on.

He walked closer to her, this time grabbing her waist. "No masks with me. Let those feelings out but don't hide yourself from me please."

The concern in his voice made Cecilia thankful for his hand around her waist. She grabbed the worn out flannel he still had on and pulled herself close. She looked at him up and down and the feeling in Casey cabin came back but this time with also the anger she felt in herself.

He saw her close her eyes and he knew she was trying to calm herself down but tonight he was going to do so. Crashing his lips into hers he felt her body melt. Expecting her to fight him he smiled into the kiss as he pulled her body against his leaving no space.

Feeling his grip tighten on her she fought the melt into him and every muscle in her body tense. His smile was the very thing that was making that happen. She was certain he thought he had won but she was still a loose canon. She pushed him away and bolted away from him.

She ran down the hallway, passing all the family photos from over the years and a few she added of friendships. As she turned the knob into the master bedroom she heard him coming behind her. He wasn't light on his feet in the boots but she slammed the door closed and locked it. There was a small stash noone else knew about in the closet of Jack Daniel's and tonight she planned on shutting out the world and forgetting everything.

As she found the bottle and popped the top off she heard the door unlocked and swing open. Before she even thought about it the bottle was to her mouth and she felt the burn going down. It was the only thing in this moment to numb the pain she felt inside. 

Jake grabbed the bottle from her and went into the bathroom with it dumping it down the drain. Caseys words rang in his mind 'Be easy with her tonight and don't let her get to the liquor cabinet. I know she knows how to pick the lock.' He heard her crying but didn't see her. As the last drop went down the sink he tossed the bottle in the garbage and entered back into the bedroom. Finding her curled up on the floor where he had taken the bottle from her. Jake knew she was broken and afraid.

"Cecilia….." He went to say, unsure of the rest.

"No, don't you dare!" Her head lifted out of her knees and the tears streaming down her face. "You have no idea why I wanted that bottle so bad that I was willing to hide it from you!" Her voice was laced with an anger he couldn't deny.

She was right, he didn't know but Jake knew she needed to be thinking straight and right now she wasn't. Walking up to her even in this state her hazel eyes were dark as the bottom of the ocean and full of anger and tears. Kneeling in front of her his hand reached for her face. However, she batted him away. 

She wasn't going to let him win tonight as much as her body was aching for him, she was also needing to forget today's events. She closed her eyes trying to steady her breathing and was once again lost in all emotions including feeling his fingertips on her lips.

"Please let's talk this through. I can't lose you to that," his voice soft for her to truly hear what he was saying and her body leaned forward with their lips crashing into each other's.

He tasted the whiskey still on her lips but the kiss was messy. Jake felt Cecilia's hand grab the flannel and pulling herself close to him until she was on her knees. Pulling away reluctantly he smirked at her as his forehead was against hers. "Don't think for one moment that kiss is going to let me let you open the liquor cabinet." Jake knew she was hoping for relief but she wasn't going to get it that way. If anything he would be that release and addiction for her.

Her sigh was evident, still full of anger as she opened her eyes. Cecilia knew he was close but looking straight into his electric blue eyes did things to her. She saw the unconditional love in them for her and she knew he could take the anger still inside her. She wished she let it out on Ryan but she couldn't. She felt her emotions melting away but still the anger burned inside of her. That wound that was sealed so tight was cut open again and the thought of losing Jake like she had lost her ex-fiance; she couldn't handle that. Her heart was very much unbreakable with others but Jake to her was her motor. He is the very thing that keeps her going when everything else fails around her.

Cupping her face, Jake could see the emotions still bottled up inside her, especially the anger. She hadn't joked back with him about the kiss and that worried him. The playful banter between them was always their way of calming the storm building but he had seen her in the middle of it this time and had to ride it out. He leaned his lips forward and kissed her deeply pulling her as close to him as possible.

His kiss brought her out of her mind and back to him, she still tasted the whiskey in her mouth and Cecilia knew he had as well but wasn't letting her go. Her fingers found their way to the buttons on Jake's shirt and started to unbutton, she needed that skin to skin contact with him. Pulling away from the kiss to take a deep breath she was struck by his eyes again with a devilish grin.

That devilish grin was the one she knew she needed to ride this storm out. The one that would eventually calm her soul when her anger was released even if it meant no sleep for the restless. As she looked between his blue eyes and his grin she felt herself lean back into this kiss. Her hand ran along his strong chest as they knelt on the floor but this kiss was full of anger of the events and things said. Her body knew what she needed from him even when her mind fought it.

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a/n: thanks to @digital-corruption, @itsnotzka, and @miss-celestia13 for the help on this chapter.

#duskwood #duskwood fandom #duskwood jake #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood mc #jake x mc #mc x jake #fanfics #i love jake #og character #heart like a truck

[cowboylikeekatie]

here’s reddie lyrics: evermore edition!! (ahh i can’t believe this series thingy is almost done i’ve had sm fun!) if this post is super long don’t make fun of me this is my fav taylor album EVER i’ve annotated every song it’s just so easy to find quotes

“the more that you say, the less that i know, wherever you stray, i follow , i’m begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans, that’s my man” - willow (eddie’s pov)

“show me the places where the others gave you scars” - willow (richie’s pov)

champagne problems is if eddie divorced myra after pennywise round 2

“your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems” - champagne problems (okay idk if this makes sense but myra’s pov?????)

“so inviting, i almost jump in” - gold rush (richie’s pov)

gold rush plays into my eddie kaspbrak when emma falls in love theory thingy idk

“at dinner parties i call you out on your contrarian shit” - gold rush (eddie’s pov)

ALL OF TIS THE DAMN SEASON

“and it always leads to you in my hometown” - tis the damn season

“i parked my car right between the methodist and the school that used to be ours” - tis the damn season (richie’s pov)

“so i’ll go back to L.A, and the so called friends who write books about me, if i ever make it, and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles im faking, and the heart i know i’m breaking is my own” - tis the damn season (POV DOESNT MATTER THIS IS THEIR BRIDGE. AHH)

“there’ll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you too” - happiness (richie’s pov)

“honey when i’m above the trees, i see this for what it is, but now i’m right down in it, all the years i’ve given” - happiness (richie’s pov)

“i can’t see facts through all my fury” - happiness (richie’s pov) (like when the losers wouldn’t let richie take eddie because they knew he was already dead)

“it’s never too late to come back to my side, the stars in your eyes shined brighter in tupelo (metaphor for derry??), and if you’re ever tired of being known for who you know, you know, you’ll always know me” - dorthea (richie’s pov)

“i’m sitting on a bench in coney island wondering where did my baby go” - coney island (richie’s pov) (i heard this live so i have to include a quote)

“id meet you where the spirit meets the bone” - ivy

“forever is the sweetest con” -cowboy like me

“takes one to know one, you’re a cowboy like me” - cowboy like me

(cowboy like me is my all time fav taylor song)

“i tried to pick my battles till the battle picked me” - long story short (eddie’s pov)

“pushed from the precipice, clung to the nearest lips, long story short it was the wrong guy” - long story short (eddie’s pov) (because he’s in love with richie not myra) (after leaving his mom, he CLUNG to the nearest person who made him feel at home)

“every scrap of you would be taken from me” - marjorie (richie’s pov)

“if i didn’t know better, id think you were still around” - marjorie (richie’s pov)

“what died didn’t stay dead” - marjorie

“it cut deep to know you right to the bone” - closure

“don’t treat me like, some situation that needs to be handled” - closure (eddie’s pov) (but about his mom not richie)

“this pain would be for evermore” - evermore (richie’s pov)

“guess i’m feeling unmoored, can’t remember, what i used to fight for” - SO EDDIE CODED (eddie’s pov)

“catching my death” - evermore (eddies pov)

“strangers get born and strangers get buried, trends change rumors fly through new skies, but i’m right where you left me” - right where you left me (richie’s pov)

“did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen, time went on for everybody else, she won’t know it, she’s still 23, inside her fantasy, how it was supposed to be, did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?" - right where you left me (fits both of them in different ways)

" or that moment again, he's insisting that friends look at each other like that" - its time to go

"sometimes giving up is the strong thing, sometimes to run is the brave thing" - its time to go (eddies pov)

“he’s got my past frozen behind glass, but i’ve got me” - its time to go (eddie’s pov ab his mom)

#it 2019 #it 2017 #taylor swift #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #it 1990 #richie tozier #stephen king #losers club

[redemptioninchaos]

Wing: share a snippet that you daydreamed about before writing it (or a snippet that you were really looking forward to writing.)

"I look fuckin' ridiculous," said Sergio, the tabby dressed in a cowboy outfit. "My short ass could neva even pass as a cowboy."

"And you think I'd pass as a sheriff?" Bonita walked by, dressed in a Western sheriff's costume. The main difference was the golden six-pointed sheriff's badge attached to her chest. Bonita was a lioness who had the same color eyes as Sergio did. She was taller by a few inches and had broader shoulders, but she was about as wiry as he was. She had golden brown fur and two round ears, differing from Sergio's pointy ones.

"I mean, you already a cop, so it works. I don't know how I'm supposed ta feel 'bout you suggestin' I be a cowboy. What, I'm supposed ta be an outlaw? Horse wrangla type shit?"

"If you wanted, we could switch so that you're the cop and I'm the robber."

"What I wanted was ta not be involved in this bullshit-ass Halloween party," he retorted. "Only reason I am is 'cause you payin' me ta go."

"I knew that you'd try to use work as an excuse. But I don't want to see you overwork yourself. I mean, people usually have hobbies. You just...work all day."

"Who gives a shit what I'm doin'? I ain't doin' nothin' that'll get me back into the clink. I ain't hurtin' people. I'm stayin' in my lane."

"Just saying...if your cousin works longer hours as an officer and still finds time to go to parties and hang out with friends, you could probably take some time off, too."

"So, what, you bringin' me ta this party ta flex on ya loner cousin that you got friends and I don't?"

"I'm hoping that you can leave this party with at least a few new friends. And...after what happened in town a few days ago, I just wanted you to be safe."

"You ain't my mom," he said, rolling his eyes. She certainly wasn't his mom, which was why he even gave her the time of day when they first met across the prison glass. That was about nine months ago, but Sergio still had to get used to someone other than Liv actually caring about him.

And perhaps Bonita was right. He was earning money, but it was hard to feel any sort of joy with Liv gone. A couple one night stands felt...all right at the moment, but didn't replace the hollow feeling within his soul. Deep down, Sergio knew that he was merely surviving instead of living, probably had been since his dad died. One night dressed as a cowboy wasn't going to kill him. Perhaps it would have been just the thing he needed to break through his shell.

"But...thanks. I...I'mma try ta enjoy myself." His expression softened as he uncrossed his arms.

"That's all I ask for. And if you don't end up enjoying yourself, you still got 300 dollars."

He scoffed. No argument there.

#sergio #bonita #sneak peek of bt2

[bijouxcarys]

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 (𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘺𝘢 𝘡𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘰𝘷𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

Masterlist

Description: You're nearing your final days in the Russian city of St Petersburg and you run into a frazzled and somewhat alluring Russian goddess on your travel back to your hotel. When she invites you back to her place, nothing would be the same again.

Warnings: Slight/mentions of sexism, mentions of church sex/religion disrespect, strong language, light BDSM, drinking, cunnilingus, light breath play, Dom!Katya, Sub!Reader, prostitution, vaginal fingering, biting, humiliation, dirty talk, degradation, reverse cowboy, riding, anal play, leash and collar play, unprotected sex, discussed dubious consent.

Notes: This is an old fic from 2020 I wrote when I was obsessed with RuPaul's Drag Race, and particularly Katya. I still like her, and I enjoy watching her and Trixie together, but I don't write for them anymore. This is also an AU where Katya is a prostitute in Russia. So. Yeah.

Ti pozvolil mne narushit' tebya

My days in the Russian city of St Petersburg were lonelier than the rest of my time in the large country. I'd just come from Moscow, where it seemed that every day was a party. I was travelling alone, and my need for company was satisfied as I spent every night in the local bars, dancing and drinking with anyone who wanted to take me up on the activity. Everyone was a little more open minded in Moscow, and more than willing to let loose for a night. But when I travelled to my next location, St Petersburg, it seemed as though everything had died down. Granted, I wasn't there to have fun and waste my time; I was there to learn about the culture and the people, and the language. I knew some of the Russian language, but not nearly enough to get around smoothly. At least back in Moscow, the people knew some basic English.

I was taking a slow walk back to the hotel I was staying at, the icy air encumbering my denim-clad legs, and my nose freezing to a red point. It had been at the edge of snow all day, and it was finally about to break loose, a few flakes already floating down from the sky. I was in a snow-globe, and would be for another day. I had quite a long way to get back to the hotel, and after ten minutes of the cold glazing the concrete pathways, it was fully snowing, view in front of me blurring with white mist. It was hard to tell which direction I was headed, but I trusted my gut instinct and continued to journey forwards. It wasn't long before the bit of light that was in the sky had faded and the streets cleared up, night-time in Russia finally falling upon me. The lights from the church down the street were prominent, and they set a deep glow in the air, snow falling passed the orange illuminations.

Ty pozvolil mne oskvernit' tebya

It was when I came to the intersection between the church and the street of my hotel that I was disturbed. Interrupted. My day had been paused for a second.

"Vot pochemu tak mnogo lyudey nenavidyat muzhchin!" I heard a rough voice shout in the distance, followed by a deeper growl from what sounded like a man.

"Vernis' I prikonchi menya, suka!"

I stopped in my tracks and turned my head in the direction of the shouting, not understanding a word of what they were saying. I thought I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone for a minute, until I saw a figure of a woman emerge from behind the church. Yes, the church. She was shouting back at the man, her voice laced with spite.

"Gnilaya svin'ya!" She sighed, clearly agitated and angered by whatever confrontation she had just had. She didn't see me as she was crunching her way through the small layer of ice chips that had gathered on the stone pavement. "Chertovski zhivotnoye..." Her eyes finally travelled up from the ground, landing on my hovering form. I was almost taken aback by the colour of them – a beautiful ocean blue, wide and darting into my soul.

I pulled my big, black coat tighter around me, suddenly feeling very intimidated. I definitely lingered too long, and I was clearly witness to something that wasn't supposed to be. But this woman did not react angrily, like I thought she would. She just lifted her head up, shaking her blonde hair from her face and looked down at me. "Skol'ko ty slyshal?" She asked with a hushed voice, the man she was arguing with disappearing back behind the church.

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up at her – she was only a little bit taller than me. I wracked my brain for a second, trying to remember how to tell someone I didn't speak the language. Once I got over the initial shock of her simply looking at me, or the fact that I had been caught out, I managed to mutter out the words I needed, with a shaky accent. "I-I'm sorry... Uh, y-ya ne govoryu po russki."

The woman looked me up and down, her eyes bouncing from my body to the side, as if she was checking behind her. "You did not hear much?" She spoke in perfect English, the accent thick and deep, the 'r' rolling off her tongue so deliciously. I was relieved that I had found someone who seemed to be decent enough at the English language for me to have a conversation with.

I immediately shook my head, clasping my hands together in front of me and playing with my fingers. "No! No, I—"

"Of course, you did not hear much, you do not speak the language." She interrupted me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me away from the church. We stopped down the side of the street I was heading towards, the woman stopped when we were well out of the way of where she had her altercation. I wouldn't usually let a stranger just grab me and pull me about, but there was something in the way she spoke and the way she conducted herself that caused me to somehow... Trust that she was not going to hurt me. It sounds so silly now that I'm repeating it.

"I'm really sorry." I spoke up, less nervous. "I know I shouldn't have stood there and listened." I pulled my wrist away from her grip and wrapped my coat around me once more. "I'm going back to my hotel, now. I'm sorry again." I couldn't help but sense the disappointment in the way her eyebrows furrowed, only just visible through the chunky bangs that hung over them, though I could not see the rest of her hair, a black fabric draped over her head like a scarf.

Ty pozvolil mne proniknut' v tebya...

"I am uh, sorry, if I came off too strong, kukla." Her hand gripped on her scarf, her own demeanour becoming overcome with coldness. Her voice was silk, gliding against my eardrums with every vowel and syllable. It was hard to leave her in the cold without talking more to her. It was nice to have someone to talk to that could understand me. "I did not hurt you at all?" She gestured to my wrist.

"Oh, not at all. Don't worry." I reassured her, shaking my head. She gave me a smile. And that smile. That fucking smile. I could have stared at it for years. Her red lips were slightly smudged, but still perfect enough to form a rounded shape as she shone those pearly whites at me. It was contagious, as I found myself mirroring her. The only thing that was able to break us out of this daze we were in was the whistling and howling of the icy wind, to which she sucked in breath through her teeth, shivering.

"I really must go. It is... How you say, too chilly?" She gestured with her free hand and I found it adorable to watch her fight her way through the English language. This mysterious Russian lady had gripped my attention. And I didn't want her to go. "You are staying at hotel, da?"

I smirked, looking down the street. "Da." I giggled to myself, my small use of Russian amusing me. "I am."

"Well." She started, taking a step towards me. I could smell the smoke on her clothes and on her breath as she spoke lowly. "You are more than welcome to spend the night with me, kukla. I would not want somebody as gorgeous as you staying alone in rat ridden hotel."

I swear if anybody else had said those words to me, I would have kicked them in the goods and ran as fast as I could. But, no. Of course, I didn't do that. How could I? The idea of spending a night in somewhere that wasn't freezing, infested with rude staff and bugs crawling up the wall was appealing to me. I just didn't realise how hot I would be that night.

Ty pozvolil mne uslozhnit' tebe...

As fate had it, I found myself following this beautiful stranger into the blizzard, trusting her with all of my being. I'm not superficial, nor am I materialistic, but I was more than impressed when we stopped at a large apartment complex – one which I had heard many great things about. The complex was protected by a voice box, a call-in system to be used by residents. Private residents.

The woman bent down and lowered her red lips to the speaker, pressing down on a button before uttering in that brilliant voice. "Eto Miss Zamo, dorogiye." She flicked her eyes up at me as she stood back up, a small smirk playing on her face. She could insult anyone and get away with murder with a voice like that.

Miss Zamo.

My first impression of her outside the church caused me to believe she was less fortunate than what she so obviously was. A humble person, wearing scarfs as headpieces and plain, long coats for warmth. She clearly was hiding a lot. And she clearly was making money. I was in awe of the complex once we got inside, and I probably would have reacted more extravagantly, had the cold not numbed up my nose and my lips.

Miss Zamo lead me inside, the warmth encapsulating me almost immediately. Tingles ran through my body, my blood heating back up, and my face no longer in a state of frozen flesh. We entered the sizable elevator, backs against the wall.

"You are not from here, net?" She asked, her gaze still fixated ahead of her as we slowly ascended. "You are in St Petersburg and do not speak any Russian. From where do you come, kukla?"

Even though she was not looking at me, I couldn't help but look at her. And if she was sensitive to human contact, I'm sure she'd be able to feel my eyes burning into her profile. Her nose was so defined, eyebrows shadowing those beautiful orbs. "Here and there. I'm travelling." I simply answered.

"You are a woman of mystery." She stated, a low chuckle rumbling from the back of her throat. We had reached the top floor, where her apartment was. "What do they call you?"

"Y/N." I spoke, short of a whisper. I just hoped my name wasn't too underwhelming for her standards.

She didn't answer, however, she just nodded her head, walking forwards. The lift opened up to a beautiful living space, red accents all over the décor, somewhat sensual to be in the centre of. She lived a life of luxury, elegance and overall privilege. Her home matched her person, and I watched in awe as she removed her scarf from her head slowly, revealing the short, shoulder length updo she had been hiding for the past half hour. Beach blonde hair, wavy and choppy at the bottom. It was somehow butch, and framed her perfectly defined face. The scarf had come to hang off the rack near the elevator door.

She looked at my still form, gesturing her hand over to the large couch in the centre of the room. "Sit, dorogoy." I did as I was told, padding over to the couch, lowering myself. It was so comfortable. My body sank into the plushness, watching Miss Zamo from my position. I didn't even know what I was doing there, and I didn't even know her name. But I didn't care. She moved with great poise and elegance, the black of her long coat reflected off the dim lighting.

I looked down at her legs as she walked across the room, stopping at a large cart full of vodka and mixers, whiskey and gin. Her legs were shapely, toned, and topped off with fishnet tights, the pattern small enough to create a light shade over her pale skin. Trailing my eyes lower, I noticed the expensive black, open-toed heels, red lining the platform. I was not prepared for when she shrugged off her coat, letting it drop into one hand.

It was like she knew what she was doing – rolling her shoulders back so I could see her toned muscles under her tattooed skin. I found myself practically drooling at the sight before me. She wore a short red slip dress, bedazzled in matching rhinestones, resting just below her ass, the sleeves only reduced to a strap. I could only see what she let me see: the back of her. I wasn't complaining. She had a wonderful ass.

I had to squeeze my thighs together when she bent forward over the cart, fixing two drinks. But I wasn't focussed on the drinks. I was focused on her curves, her panties only just peeping out from underneath. Her own thighs were wonderfully proportioned, feet spaced apart enough for the view to look like some type of private show.

Ty razvalil moi vnutrennosti...

"By the way." She started, mixing drinks with impeccable talent. "My name is Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova." Her name rolled off her tongue in that accent. She finally turned around, showing herself in all her glory – her beautiful glory. Two drinks sat in each of her hands and her eyes glared into mine. "But you can call me Katya." She finalised her formal introduction, gliding over to me, weightless on her feet.

She had settled down next to me, our bodies turned on a slight angle to face each other. Passing me my drink, she let her fingers graze against mine, the feathery touch lingering as she pulled away. I immediately took a sip of the vodka mix she made me, needing to calm my nerves. I took a quick glance at Katya, who draped her arm along the back of the couch, bringing her drink up to her lips with the other. There was direct eye contact as she swallowed the brown liquid in her glass. "You like vodka, da?"

"Mhm." I nodded quickly. "It's the only drink that doesn't make me horribly sick." I let out an airy laugh, earning a grin from Katya. She brought her leg up to cross it over her other leg, her dress rising up to show more of her thighs, threatening to slip even further. I ripped my eyes away from the sight, not wanting to be caught in being nosey yet again. I had to clear my head, realism slowly falling away from my mind. I turned my head and studied the décor of her apartment, utterly in awe at her style and taste. So, I asked the question.

"What do you do for a living? You have a lovely home." I looked back at her, only to notice her eyes had not once moved from my direction. Her eyes had transformed from welcoming and soft, to something much darker. Though I couldn't figure out exactly what it was.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing." She tilted her head, lifting her hand up to push some hair way from my face with her fingers. She kept her hand there, caressing the side of my head as she watched on. "What do you do, Y/N?" It was obvious that Katya was a fan of the quid-pro-quo system.

"I'm a student. I don't really do anything..." I shrugged, setting my glass on Katya's table, having finished most of what was in it.

Katya hummed in response, and her hand began to pet along my hair, as though she knew my heart was pounding through my chest. "I am a... How do you say it in English? A working girl? Escort?"

"A prostitute?"

"Bozhe ty moy. Russia needs to learn how to be more respectful towards people like me." She rolled her eyes. "The working men call us whores, kukla. Dirty, rotten whores. I must admit, I am somewhat of a whore." She laughed, leaning forward as she cackled. It put a smile on my face, watching her elegance break for a second. She had a beautiful laugh – it rang through my ears and sent a warm thrill up my spine. She came back up, now somehow closer to me. "Seriously, dorogoy." Her voice had lowered, her hand lowering to my shoulder, pushing my hair behind it. "I am your average, run-of-the-mill bisexual whore."

Something inside me wanted to burst with excitement at her revelation of being able to swing both ways. "So, that man, back at the church... Was he a customer?" I spoke through my heart banging against my ribcage, Katya's hand warm on my neck as her fingers traced around my skin.

"Unfortunately, yes." She rolled her eyes. "He's a regular, but never pays the full amount. Always tells me as he's about to cum that he doesn't have the money. Typical man." She spat out the last insult, reaching her free hand to the table, setting her drink down and picking up a box of cigarettes. I watched in amazement as she managed to get one in her mouth and light it with one hand, tossing the box back on the table. She looked even more enigmatic and beautiful when she blew out the smoke. "I, personally, think pussy is a lot more enjoyable."

U menya net dushi, chtoby prodat'...

The statement was simple, yet weighed so heavily on my mind. It was the combination of the accent, the way her fingers rested on me, the way she looked as she inhaled the grey toxins, her jaw protruding as she blew it out, and the words themselves. This was no longer a casual visit to Miss Zamo's home.

"You are a very beautiful woman, Y/N." Her fingers travelled to the front of my neck, trailing her nails up my chin, tickling my aching lips with the tips of them. She lowered her hand once again, stopping at the zip on my coat, slowly and swiftly pulling it down. Her red lips parted as she got to the bottom, separating the zip completely. With no noticeable emotion, she slipped her hand into my coat, making me jolt forward ever so slightly. Her hand slid up my back and pushed on my coat, making it yank of my shoulders, my arms being pulled back a bit as it fell off onto the floor.

I swallowed thickly, the dull ache between my legs causing me to shuffle in my spot. Katya's eyes scanned over my form, finally breaking into a smirk. "I like your style." I was wearing a long, red button up shirt that rested above my knees, cinched in the waist with a thick, black belt with minimal gold detail on it. The only thing covering my legs were my mostly transparent black tights, topped off with black heeled ankle boots. My shirt was only buttoned halfway, so my cleavage was showing.

Katya was cautious as she shuffled towards me, limiting the space between us. She held two of her fingers under my chin, lifting my head up, and studying my face. "Prekrasnyy..." She murmured before gently pressing her lips to my chin, her hand lowering to grab onto my leg. She was still holding her cigarette between her two other fingers, and I hazily reached out and took it from her, taking a drag out of it myself.

This made her pull back only slightly, for her to watch me. I blew out the thick smoke onto her face, nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply. That seemed to be the last straw for her, as she lunged forward and latched her lips on mine, the kiss immediately aggressive. And whilst it took me a minute to realise what was happening, I reciprocated the passion within the kiss. She lifted her leg to hook it over mine, ending up seated on my lap, deepening the kiss.

I grunted into her mouth as she slipped her tongue through my lips. I leaned forwards, discarding the cigarette onto the ashtray blindly, my hands flying to her hips.

She pushed me back harshly and ground her hips downwards, a desperate mewl spilling from me. I kept my grip firm on her hips, digging my nails in every time she pushed herself onto me. Her hands were clinging onto the back of the couch, in a wanton attempt to create friction for herself. I let her have it for a bit, but as soon as I lifted my hips up and pulled her down, she knew I needed some contact just as much as she did.

She pulled away, but hovered over my lips, which were now smeared in her red lipstick. Her hand gripped onto my hair tightly, pulling my head to the side so she could mutter in my ear. "Bedroom. Seychas." She roughly let go of me and gestured up to the room above us: the only other room in the apartment.

I stumbled my way up the black marble stairs, closely followed by Katya. Her room was just as you expected: undeniably glamour and seductively sleek. I heard Katya shut the door behind her, before feeling the warm sensation of her chest on my back. "Sit on the bed, kukla." I did as I was told, taking a deep breath and crossing my leg over the other, pressing my thighs together. I watched as she strode over to her closet, disappearing inside of it for a few minutes before returning in nothing a long, flowy, red robe. The thought of her being completely naked underneath it intensified the pool of arousal between my legs.

"Don't be so nervous, detka. I'm going to take good care of you." She stalked over to me, now towering above me. She once again ran her manicured nails under my chin, angling my head upwards so she could get a good look at me. "You are just so helpless. So utterly helpless. So needy." She smirked to herself, lowering her hand and wrapping her fingers around my throat. She leaned down, her face floating above me – I was completely under her control. "Your eyes tell me many things. But I need you to tell me what you want, dorogoy."

I whimpered a bit in her grip, lifting my hand up to wrap around her wrist, not to stop her, but to keep her there. "I-I..." I gasped at the intensified pressure Katya put on my neck, exhaling into a moan, to which she just grinned at. "I want you, Katya..."

"Net." She scolded. "Miss Zamo..." She corrected me.

"I want you Miss Zamo..." I choked out, rubbing my thighs together. But that was short-lived, as Katya's hand pushed me backwards, my back hitting the soft sheets firmly. Before I knew it, my legs were uncrossed and I was being yanked to the edge of the bed. I pulled myself up, leaning back on my hands as I watched Katya get on her knees. My face flushed red, and all the heat spread across my body, more specifically my aching core.

"Mne nuzhno podgotovit' etu malen'kuyu kisku, detka." I heard her mumble under her breath, and whilst I did not know a word of what she was saying, it was still erotic enough through her thick accent for me to writhe in my spot as she lifted my leg up. Her skilled and long fingers pulled down the zip on my boot, removing it from my foot, before doing the same with the other one. She kept her actions simple and slow, teasing me with every movement.

I dropped my head back into the silk of her sheets, whining when she raked her nails up my tights, her hands disappearing under my shirt and pressing firmly on the tops of my thighs. I needed her to touch me so bad; she'd been wickedly seductive this entire time. She hooked her fingers into the band of my tights, pulling them down. The fabric peeled off my legs, Katya standing up to pull them all the way off. She leaned over me, placing one of her hands beside my head and the other one on my waist, holding me down.

"She's already whining..." She murmured, lowering her head and attaching her lips to my neck, not holding back one bit. She was an expert at knowing where my weak spots were and I couldn't help but to tilt my head back more, encouraging her actions even further.

She lowered down my body, taking one of the buttons on my shirt into her mouth. Her eyes pierced through mine as she, somehow, released the button from its loop, doing the same thing as she travelled lower and past the others. I watched, impressed.

"I'm good with my tongue, detka."

I pulled myself up to rest on my arms, her own bracketing my hips. The cool air of her room hit my skin when my shirt fell open, my black bra now on show. Katya left kisses down my stomach, stopping to nip at the skin every now and then before she finally got down to where I needed her the most. I bit down, hard, on my lip as she pulled my underwear down in one swift motion. Her eyes feasted on the sight in front of her, my core already dripping wet for her attention. I could feel her gaze, and it was teasing me relentlessly.

"Please..." I moaned under my breath, not particularly aiming it at Katya.

"Please what?" She asked bluntly, grabbing one of my thighs, her nails digging in, and pushing it to the side so my legs were spread wide for her.

I looked directly into her eyes, furrowing my eyebrows and softening my gaze, playing with this power dynamic. "Please Miss Zamo." I pouted slightly, lowering my head, feigning innocence. Just how she wanted it.

Her face hovered over my wetness, my body jerking slightly when I felt the coolness of her saliva running down my folds. She continued to tease my folds with the tip of her tongue, only just making contact with my body. I could feel my clit throbbing, wanting to be exposed to that beautiful mouth and that beautiful woman. I shuffled my hips as a polite way of letting Katya know I needed her.

It seemed to have worked, as she took her hand and parted my folds with her thumb and index finger, resting her palm on my mound. Just the fresh feeling of the air hitting all my wetness at once was an overdrive of ecstasy. Her eyes flicked up at me, her tongue slowly darting out to circle my clit gently. I let out a heavy breath, leaving my mouth hung open. She was clearly experienced, as she took her time to get to know my body well. Her tongue explored places I'd never let anyone explore before.

Prior to my night with Katya, the most I let anyone do to me down there orally was stimulate my clit with their tongue. But Katya knew the female body and anatomy inside out. Men weren't the only people who could experience anal pleasure, as I found out as she dragged her tongue all the way down from my clit, over my entrance, and even further to lap around my 'alternative' hole. The sensation was unlike anything I'd felt before. Her thumb rubbed paced circles around my clit, her tongue working the other end of the anatomy.

I moaned tediously, admittedly enjoying my new sexual revelations. But I didn't have much time to process the feeling as she moved back up to my clit, now ravenous, hungry for my orgasm.

Her mouth was like a suction cup over me, her cheeks hallowing as she rapidly flicked and swirled her tongue around my swollen and throbbing bud, eyes lazy and looking up at me. Her head tilted to the side, still conducting her animalistic actions. My breathing was no longer steady, my chest heaved up and down, my throat catching all the moans and converting them into high pitched whines and sounds of desperation.

I looked down at her perfectly chiselled features, my arms becoming tired and I soon fell back down onto her bed, looking up at the ceiling as Katya dug her nails into my hips, the pain almost unbearable but cancelled out by the pleasure. She growled against my pussy, sending shockwaves up my spine and blurring my vision. She pulled me closer to her, her grip now clamped down tightly. She was not letting me go until I came.

She didn't have to wait very long.

"F-Fuck... Oh my God..." I moaned, my back leaving the bed, arching uncomfortable. "Katya, yes! Yes!" I exhaled heavily as my orgasm washed over me, the gorgeous woman between my legs continuing her rapid movements to the point of discomfort. I cried out for her to stop, but her tongue did not stop until she had lapped up every bit of my release. When she finally pulled away, she came back up to my face, her red lipstick smudged across her chin and her cheek.

"You taste like heaven, lyublyu. So fucking sweet." She dipped her head down, capturing my lips in yet another heated and passionate kiss. I moaned against her mouth when she moved her hips against mine.

That was when I noticed it.

I pulled away from her, looking up at her face. She smirked at me, looking down between us, eyes travelling back up almost immediately. She grabbed my throat, bringing my head up to hers before she growled, verging on the edge of scarily. "We all have our secrets, dorogoy."

I, too, looked down. And I couldn't believe my eyes.

She must have been about 9 inches.

Thick, girthy.

Veiny and rock hard.

Pre-cum oozing at the tip.

I looked back up at her, in shock at this new development. God, I felt so naughty. Fucking a Russian prostitute with a dick was not on my to-do list. But I was sure glad I was doing it. The kink, the fetish of it all. I needed her. And I needed her bad.

"Will you let me fuck this tight pussy, Y/N? I need to feel it wrap around me." She asked, moving some of my hair away from my face.

"Please." I answered, nodding my head. "Please, Miss Zamo. I need your cock inside me." I whined, grabbing onto the back of her neck and pulling her down. Something grew in her eyes: maybe it was lust, or perhaps it was the utter shock that she didn't have to get me completely drunk to warm me up to the idea of her having a cock. But the truth was: the idea turned me on to the max.

"You asked so nicely. You are a good girl. As we say in Mother Russia..." She leaned down further so her nose brushed over mine, one of her hands disappearing between our bodies. "YA budu trakhat' tebya, poka ty ne pochuvstvuyesh' bol'she svoi nogi..." Her voice dropped half an octave and with a swift push of her hips, she slid right inside me, all the way, and without warning.

I let out an audible gasp, my hands going straight to her arms, my nails digging into the flimsy fabric of her gown. My pussy immediately clenched around her, her jaw falling open and eyes fluttering shut. They didn't stay shut for long, however, as she almost immediately set her gaze on mine, a determined look in her blue orbs.

"Katya..." I groaned, biting my two lips together. She tilted her head to the side, lifting one of my legs up and pushing it further outwards.

"Da, detka? I am hurting you?" She asked with an almost smug smirk on her face. She withdrew her hips, but sank right back inside, causing me to emulate another mewl.

The truth was, she was hurting me a lot. I couldn't reject the uncomfortable burning sensation she caused whenever she moved the slightest bit. My body was throbbing with pain, yet so much pleasure came with it. My own messed up mind took joy and pride over the fact I wasn't strong enough to take her cock, so I didn't answer her.

I did, however, bite my lip and moan diligently, letting Katya know I was actually enjoying what she was doing to me. Consent is important, kids. Especially when you're fucking a sexy Russian prostitute. She caught on to my approval of her actions, yet it was still obvious that pain was essential during sexual activities for me.

Katya soon began at a steady pace, bottoming out each time she slid back inside, making me whine and whimper underneath her, my hips moving with hers. Her grip on my leg tightened when I was moving too much for her liking, as well as her thrusts becoming more violent.

"Shit!" I moaned out loud when my body started to move along with the pressure of her movements. Her cock sliding in and out of me, massaging my walls, was almost too much to handle. And she got off on overstimulating me, her muscles flexing and her breathing becoming ragged and animalistic.

"Blin..." She grunted with her teeth clamped together. "Ty tak khorosho sebya chuvstvuyesh'." She pushed her forehead into mine. "How does it feel, korosho?"

She was making it impossible for me to answer; the motions and movements were very difficult to talk through. I opened my mouth to speak, but it just resulted in a pathetic cry, my head hanging back onto the bed and my back arching up, to which her free arm slipped underneath, lifting my bottom half off the bed and using me as her own little toy.

"Come on, detka. Speak. You are not that stupid, nyet?" Her words were cutting, but they went through my veins like a spark on the fourth of July.

"It feels s-so... Shit... So good, Miss Zamo. Your cock feels so good. Oh my god..." I cried, my moans getting louder and less stable.

Katya growled lowly and took me up into her arms completely, flipping us over on the bed so she was now the one laying on her back. We had shuffled onto the centre off the bed during this time, and she was still buried deep inside me.

She stared up at me, pushing my body up so I was sat upright on her cock. She ran her hands down my shoulders and moved them to my clothed breasts, kneading the material before yanking my bra cups down, exposing all of me to her. Her hands were cold on my breasts, causing shockwaves to spark in my nipples as she squeezed and played as she wished. She sat up momentarily to give my chest a sprinkling of bite marks and love bites, blood being drawn when she made one on the column of my throat. She hummed as she sucked on it until the blood stopped. She leaned her head up towards me, capturing my mouth in a heated kiss. I could taste the metallic hit of my own blood before she pulled away, flopping back down on the bed.

I squealed when her hand came down and smacked my backside roughly, the sound echoing through her bedroom. "Turn around, kukla..."

I did as I was told, making a 180 so my back was to her – reverse cowboy style.

I heard some shuffling and the sound of a drawer shutting before I felt a smooth material wrap around my neck. I brought my hand up, quickly noticing the leather – this woman had put a fucking collar on me. Her hands came up to my hair and pulled it up into a ponytail, securing it with a hair tie. Not only that, but she connected a leash to the collar and my hair, joining the two together. I really was hers.

"Now, detka. Ride me." She demanded with a sharp jolt of her hips, bringing me back down to Earth. I rested one of my hands on her thigh, lifting my hips and falling again.

It wasn't long before I had built up a harsh rhythm like before, both of us a moaning mess on her bedsheets. I let out a squeal when she pulled on the leash, my head being pulled back. I guess she got tired of letting her control go for a while, as she jabbed her nails into my hip and took it back. She lifted her hips up into me rapidly, slamming her big cock in and out me.

"God, Katya, yes, right there..." I moaned into the air, her grip on the leash still pulled back.

"I want you to cum for me, Y/N. I know you are close, lyublyu."

"I'm so close, baby... Fuck!" My breathing became heavier than ever, and my scalp burned at the tugging sensation. But it made my pussy squeeze Katya's cock, my orgasm taking over me. I came hard, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I felt Katya's hand reach round and add fuel to the fire, rubbing fast circles on my clit. I was leaned back, completely in her control as her cock rammed itself against me relentlessly.

"Detka! Ya konchayu!" She held me down forcefully on her length, nails drawing blood from my hips as she shot her hot load deep within me.

Her grip became loose and she let me go, and I fell, limp, next to her. I felt her cum seeping out of me from between my legs. Her breathing was hard and loud, bringing her leg up to run her hands along it absentmindedly, returning to her normal feminine persona. She turned her head to me, her blonde hair sticking to her perfect face. Her hand came up to push some of my own hair out of my face as she smiled that perfect smile. Her arm came up to rest on the side of her tilted head.

"You are never going home, kukla."

And I didn't. 

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Dear future self… April 17, 2023

Ok wow what a week.

I’m really in my yes phase of life. I’m also in a phase I’ve never been in where I have way too many people that actually want to hang out with me. While I have to admit to loving the “attention” & care people have for me, I’m slowly loosing it. I swear when I’m back from Jamaica I’ve got to slow it down. I find my once a week “4 hours if I’m lucky” of quiet time to myself definitely isn’t enough time for me to rejuvenate. I mean honestly it’s something else when I have so many people asking to make plans, I literally have desired that for so many years. Like literal years. It’s just too much that I barley have time for self care & not as much time as I want for God

Went for sushi with Amber & Naythan last week, Jeremiah asked me to a movie (with his roomie so it wasn’t a real date settle down) but I ended up passing cause my week was booked & I needed some downtime. Went to the flames game with Amber, Naythan & a bunch of their friends which was so much fun. Amber is literally my soul sister, we are too much fun together. I watched Theo for an evening & Dustin came over for a puzzle which was really nice & refreshing. I have been wanting to get into puzzling so bad so it was a perfect start.

Went to the roughnecks game with John & my “yes” era continued. We were walking to my car & got vip for cowboys which I would always say no but said why the heck not it was only 9:30. Ended up running into Mac smith which was funny, only stayed a short time and went to courtyard for pool. That ended up being really great. John had a bunch of friends he knew but he also got super drunk. These two guys Sam & Charlie were there just killing everyone in pool. Man was charlie ever a babe. The most mysterious & enticing man I’ve seen in a long time ugh. He ended up staying the entire night & near the end we had such a great intimate & deep conversation about life & relationships & self awareness. He was stupid & said he waited around all night (he was supposed to leave when they got beat in pool which was hours before & I joked around wondering how he was still here) which he said was because he waited for “this moment” to talk to me & connect. I laughed. He did really love my eyes though. But part of me definitely doesn’t trust men that gorgeous haha but regardless, it was a super special moment & because John was being waaaay too “protective” & clearly trying to act like we were together, he didn’t ask for my number which again is totally fine. That moment will hold a little place in my memories. Meanwhile this other guy Justin & his friend Jerry were there played & he was super flirty also. Older which I’m realizing that the older, less games & shit is played and much more honest & upfront which is so refreshing. Anyways he did ask to take me out & got my number. Cute. It was a fun night truly & stayed out way too late for being sober. Continued.... another week because this was saved in my drafts. I ended up going to Justin's place for dinner where he made me a real nice steak dinner. Sometimes I think man if only I could just bring myself to date just anyone, he'd be great. Just like Mitch. Genuine, great guys but they're not christian and I know I couldn't do it. It was a nice evening, he's got his own house, he did a lot of really nice upgrades, his own framing company, his own life. He's set. Just like Mitch is that it could be so easy to just fit in but it's too bad. Makes me hope that there is someone christian like them, good genuine dudes. I met Jeremiah at the park again that week and then pet sit Theo again. Went for drinks with Sasha at Major Tom which was great. I do really enjoy her, sometimes though I still feel there's something missing but I do enjoy her company, I found out she also smokes weed so I mean there's another thing haha. Went to Jeremiah's for movie night with Steven, amanda and Christian. That was lovely as usual. It's funny, near the end of the evening (it's funny how I'm always sitting beside him for these movie nights) he got Theo to come lay down between us and we were both cuddling him. It was cute. Felt like a little moment but I got to keep that out of my head.

Then prep time for Jamaica!!

#weekly update #dear future self #journaling #life update

[observationsonnaturaldisasters]

When Our Paths May Cross (Part 1)

It was time.  Time for what, he didn’t know.  No one knew.  He could just sense a change, intangible; a shift in perception.  A step forward.  He picked up the handgun, the metal cold and heavy, as cumbersome as it was lethal.  It felt unnatural in his hand, a sensation he remarked upon every time he felt its weight.  He went so far as voicing this discovery to the man behind the counter at the shop, his salt-and-pepper beard, cowboy hat and plaid shirt overtly stereotypical as to make the entire situation seem somewhat ridiculous, like a scene in a movie.  The shopkeeper’s noncommittal grunt in response reminded the man of his place in the scenario: simply a customer.  “Take it or leave it,” the shopkeeper had muttered, his voice low.  At the end of the day, it was all about money.  Money, and power.

And so the man bought the gun.

It was time.  The house lights dimmed, the familiar rush of adrenaline pumping through her veins an addictive reminder of the life she chose for herself.  A lone clarinet pierced through the silence, steadily rising in volume as the rolling patter of the snare drum acted as an invitation for the rest of the orchestra.  The velvet curtains sweeped open, a grand gesture as theatrical as one could imagine.  With a deep breath, she opened her mouth, her enchanting voice harmonising perfectly with the music, the aria pouring out of her very veins, her soul once again free to soar, awakened, invigorated under the glorious rose-tinted spotlights.  Every performance felt like her first, every standing ovation as meaningful as if it were the last.

And so the woman sang.

#writing #descriptive #creative #words #part 1 of 4 #fiction

[novaiya]

Good Things Come in Three - Arthur/Reader/Sadie (NSFW)

Summary: You and Arthur skip the gang's celebratory party in favor of some alone time, barely closing the door of the hotel room before freeing each other of your clothes. Naked and on the bed, you almost get down to business when Sadie knocks on your door, asking if she could join the fun. You didn't expect the night to take such a turn, but that's not to say you're opposed to what she's suggesting.

Words: 5,157

Warnings: threesome, girl on girl kissing, face sitting, honestly, nothing too out of the line, just some good ol' F/F/M

A/N: I've wanted to write an RDR2 threesome for months now, and finally, it happened! Hopefully there'll be more to cum (lol) I actually have a rough draft of a Arthur/Reader/Charles sitting in my folder, so maybe I'll do something with it soon. Also, I'm going to horny jail.

AO3 Link.

With successful completion of a big score came a big celebration. The job was two weeks in the making and involved half a dozen members of the gang, you included. A small bank in a cholera ridden town, though heavily guarded with lawmen both inside and around it; you knew there was more to it. After a little bit more digging, you discovered that one of the residents of town struck gold and was keeping his findings there for the time being. It took careful planning and rigorous preparations but on the chosen day, you were all ready.

Contrary to how the gang’s plans often went, this one went rather smoothly (probably due to inclusion of you and Sadie, women’s touch as they say) and not a day later the gang was about $40,000 richer, a few gold bars heavier and miles away.

The spirits were high; Not only did the job go smoothly, but nobody got hurt or caught. Dutch was ecstatic and decided that celebration was in order. As soon as you came upon a town with a functioning saloon in it, all the horses and the wagons were stopped and everybody went inside.

The saloon, which only a few minutes before was quiet and deserted, with only the barman standing and polishing the empty glasses, quickly filled with two dozen of the gang members and their combined laughs, cheers and songs.

“What’s your name, mister?” Dutch said to the barman as the gang filed into the saloon.

“Howard, sir.”

“Howard,” Dutch repeated as he shook Howard’s hand and inconspicuously slid a few bills into his hand. “These people,” he said and motioned to the members that had already scattered themselves around the saloon, some at the poker table, some by the bar stock. “They had a rough go at it. Can you please make sure they have a pleasant evening?”

“Well, of course, sir!” Howard beamed, already putting the bills in his back pocket. “I’ve been serving drinks at this saloon since before the war, sir, I know what people need.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Dutch said, patting Howard on the back. “Now, people,” he turned his attention to the gang, his voice raising a few octaves. “Tonight, we celebrate. I want all of you to enjoy yourself. Drink, eat, gamble and do whatever else you want, as much as you want. You deserve it.”

Dutch’s address was met with loud cheers and long applause and thus, the night began.

The last time Howard served so many people so quickly was in ’65 when the war ended. Yet, even then he didn’t remember having to go into the basement to bring more stock and having to wake up his sons so they could help serve the patrons quicker. As he filled each glass to the brim, he wondered how people could drink so much.

You wondered too as you watched your fellow gang members down one drink after another after another. Some fared better than others. Dutch and Hosea, preferring to enjoy their liquor rather than get wasted, sat in the corner of the room by the fire, nursing their whiskey and already planning their next move. Lenny, still being young and inexperienced, was already dancing hand in hand with Sean, who despite not being new to drinking, couldn’t hold his liquor. Pearson, along with Uncle, started playing their instruments and added live music to the mix of singing, laughter and talking that already filled the saloon. Even Charles joined in on harmonica a few times.

Howard wondered what the lot of you did to call for such a celebration, but he knew better than to ask questions. The money was paid and the drinks were sold; that’s all that mattered.

To say that you were tipsy was an understatement. Perhaps drinking a shot of whiskey and chasing it with a beer was not a good idea, but good ideas rarely made their way into your head, especially when running with the Van Der Linde gang. You were sitting in Arthur’s lap, your arms draped lazily over his form, your head on his shoulder. The two of you were sitting at the poker table, with the other players being Javier, John and Micah. All four of the men were far too drunk to make the right moves or plan their strategies, yet it didn’t stop them from gambling their share of the bank job and hoping for the best.

Unsurprisingly to you, Arthur was winning. Out of all the four men, he was the least inebriated (no thanks to his big size and ability to hold liquor), and even when the drinks were not in play, Arthur was generally a good player, knowing when to hold, to fold, or to walk away. Each time he won some, you’d land a kiss on his neck or his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Good job, love.” The stoic, ruthless gunslinger would turn into mush at your words and your touch, and with a pink blush on his cheeks would say, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Despite enjoying a game of poker from time to time yourself, you found yourself a little bored and were looking forward to when the game would finish. As you sat in Arthur laps, waiting for the men to call it a night, your eyes traveled over the saloon, taking in the scenery around. It was a nice change to see the gang members so happy and carefree, the only thing on their mind, their next drink.

As you scanned the room, your eyes met with Sadie’s. She was leaning against the bar stock with a drink in her hand. You couldn’t read the exact look in her eyes; it was fierce, determined and hot. Hot. That’s exactly how you felt under her gaze. You shifted under Arthur, suddenly too aware that you were sitting on his lap. He groaned a little, one of his hands coming up to your hip to stop your movements.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he said under his breath, loud enough only for you to hear. You could still feel Sadie’s gaze, could see it from the corner of your eyes. His hand massaged your hip a little and he added, “I’m almost done here. Wanna go upstairs?”

A salacious smile, fueled by the alcohol in your veins and Arthur’s body against yours spread on your lips, and you hid your head in the crook of his neck, whispering, “You know I do.”

Arthur chuckled, before turning back to the game.

“All in,” he said.

Javier dropped out, but John and Micah went along, going all in.

One card up, second card up.

“Yes!”

You almost jumped out of Arthur’s lap as he roared, scooping up his winnings in no time.

John groaned, dropping his head onto the table with a loud thud, already preparing himself for Abigail’s wrath as soon as she would find out. Micah, on the other hand, was fuming, and his face was almost as red from the rage as his shirt. “Stupid game,” he said as he got up from the table and went to the barman, getting himself another drink.

“I got lady luck in my lap,” Arthur said before turning his head to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You moaned against his lips and waved your fingers through his hair, not caring even a bit at the John and Javier present, the latter even whistling at your display of love. One of his hands was on your hip, and the other started to make its way up your leg and under your skirt, dangerously close to the hem of your drawers.

You broke the kiss, panting slightly, and said, “How about we get a room?” you said before kissing his jaw and adding, “Unless you want to take me right here at the table.”

He could feel himself stiffen at your words, and without wasting anymore time, got up from the chair and took your hand in his. No one paid you and Arthur any attention as you traversed through the saloon, everybody too busy with their own conversations or drink, except for Sadie. You could feel her eyes the entire time as you walked across the room to the stairs, and your mouth felt dry when you walked right past her, her deep, brown eyes staring right into your soul and calling out to something. As you walked up the stairs, you turned back one last time, and saw her sending you a warm, though hinting, smile.

The two of you giggled and laughed as you tried to undress each other, the alcohol doing its job at making your fingers nimble.

He pushed you against the door as he ravished your mouth, making your head feel dizzy and your need for air almost as strong as the need for Arthur. When he broke away from your lips, his mouth turned to attacking your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys all up and down the column of your neck as his hands worked on undoing the buttons of your blouse.

“Oh my god, Arthur,” you moaned, your eyes closed as Arthur finally discarded your blouse and revealed your chest to him, his mouth landing on one of your nipples while his fingers worked on the other.

“Been hard since the moment you sat your pretty little ass down on my lap,” he groaned against your chest. He sucked on one of your nipples, covering it in his spit before adding, “Thought of taking you right then and there when I felt your nipples brush against me.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, your fingers in his hair as he placed his mouth back on your chest, giving your other nipple the same treatment.

“You sure were as good with them cards tonight as you are with your mouth,” you said breathlessly when he released your nipple.

“Darlin’,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and having a dangerous edge to it, “There’s a lot of things I’m good at.”

“Then show me, cowboy,” you said as you pushed him a little before dropping your skirt together with your drawers on the ground, presenting yourself to Arthur in all your naked glory. He could feel his mouth go dry upon seeing your body, illuminated by a faint light from the lantern. No matter how many times he saw you naked, you always managed to take his breath away and wonder what he did to deserve a creature as marvelous as you.

He picked you up effortlessly and carried you to the bed. The cotton sheets felt cool and soft against your skin as Arthur laid you down before covering your body with his, his mouth on yours in seconds.

“Too many clothes,” you mumbled against his lips and pulled on his suspenders, the strap hitting him with an audible slap when you released it.

He didn’t waste much time, pushing his suspenders to the side and pulling out his shirt before throwing it on the floor, revealing his golden chest and torso to your eyes. You ran your hand up his torso, through the light blonde hair that covered it and up to his chest where you could hear his heart beat wildly. His hands were on his pants, ready to pull them down and reveal his leaking cock when a knock on the door froze both of you. You both darted your heads to the door, wondering who and for what reason would knock on your door. Perhaps it was one of your drunk friends, lost and trying to find an available room.

When neither of you answered, keeping still and quiet despite your breathing hard and heavy, a voice spoke from behind the door.

“It’s Sadie,” she said as if mentioning that it’s her and not one of the drunken boys would make a difference and by god, it did.

Her intense stare flashed before your eyes and you once again felt the weight of it over you. Perhaps the alcohol was doing it’s job, making you bolder and daring, but you turned your eyes at Arthur, searching for something in them; a visible ‘no’, a confusion or some sort of opposition, but when none came, you turned back towards the door and said, “Come in.”

You saw the doorknob twist before the door opened with an audible creak. As soon as Sadie passed through the threshold and closed the door behind her, her eyes landed on the two of you on the bed.

Arthur was just in his pants, situated between your naked, spread legs. Her eyes raked over his golden chest down to the bulge in his pants before darting to you, your nipples perky and at attention, your chest rising and falling each time you took a breath. It didn’t miss you when she licked her lips, her eyes still on your naked body.

“I…” she began, sounding just a hint sheepish, “I’m interested in joining. If it's okay with the two of you that is.”

You could feel yourself clench around nothing and your heart rate pick up a few beats upon hearing her words. From the way she occasionally watched you and Arthur engaging in some PDA and the looks the two of you would often share, you could feel something more than friendly feelings floating in the air. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t curious; Sadie was a beautiful woman; from her piercing brown eyes, to her full lips and her dirty blonde hair. You caught yourself thinking that she reminded you of Arthur in some ways, both of them having a similar, burning fire in them, bravery that could rival anyone else’s in the gang as well as a softer, caring side. Maybe that’s why you liked her and weren’t opposed to what she was suggesting.

You licked your lips and was more than ready to say yes, but turned to Arthur. After how long the two of you had been together, you didn’t need to use words to communicate. You looked at him, raising your brows slightly, silently asking, “Are you okay with this?” He gave you a lopsided grin, nodding his head just a tiny bit, his way of saying, “If you are, I am.”

You smiled before biting your lip and turning your head to Sadie. Arthur moved to the side, making room for you so you could get up from the bed. “Join us,” you said when you came to stand next to her, taking her hand in yours. She flashed you a smile, the one that was making you weak in the knees, before one of her hands made its way to the back of your head, bringing your head closer to hers. You could feel her breath against your lips, could smell the strong scent of whiskey on them. It felt that just by inhaling the scent, you were getting more intoxicated.

Her lips were soft and warm as she pressed them against yours, stealing your breath away as she kissed you. You tangled your fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss and moaning against her mouth when she slipped her tongue in. All tongue and teeth, the kiss was desperate and needy, as if the two of you were starving for each other. Arthur could do nothing but watch as the two of you kissed, his mind on fire at looking at one of the most erotic things he’s ever seen in his life. He could feel himself become rock hard to the point of pain, and palmed his erection through his pants, trying to relieve some of the tension.

Her clothes dropped on the floor in a pile as you helped to disrobe her, your lips not leaving her for more than a few seconds as you helped her pull her blouse over her head and her pants down. Your lips were swollen and wet when the two of you finally broke apart, lazy grins on your faces. You turned around to look at Arthur; he looked desperate and needy as he sat on the bed, his cock already in his hands, rock solid, leaking and red at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and you smiled at Sadie before the two of you made your way to Arthur.

“Ladies,” he groaned as the two of you got up on the bed, making your way to Arthur like panthers to their prey. You pushed his hand aside, replacing it with yours. If there was heaven, then this was certainly it, Arthur thought when he watched the two of you bring your lips to his cock, your mouth on his tip while Sadie’s on his base. He fought back the urge to snap his hips forward, pushing more of himself in your mouth, and decided to simply take what the two of you were giving him. While you sucked on his head, popping the head in your mouth from time to time before sucking on it, Sadie was kissing up and down his cock, making a mess as her spit covered him from the base to the middle. Arthur couldn’t help but twitch when she took one of his balls in her mouth, and you took his cock deeper, the head hitting the back of your throat. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moaned loud, perhaps too loud, at all the attention he was getting.

Thankfully, the two of you didn’t torture him for too long or otherwise he was sure he would’ve been cumming down your throat within minutes. As Sadie popped his balls from her mouth, and you took his cock out of yours, you kissed once again. Neither of you minded the taste of the man on each other’s lips, perhaps even chasing it as your tongues clashed against each other.

You turned to look at Arthur, your eyes almost completely black and full of lust, and said, “Arthur, I want you to fuck Sadie.” Your hands ran up his cock, giving a few slow, sensual strokes and earning a groan from him before adding, “I want her to feel how good your cock is.”

To say that he was expecting the night to go down like this would be a lie, but that’s not to say that he wasn’t enjoying it. He didn’t trust his words, so he simply nodded his head and pushed his hips a little for emphasis.

Sadie’s hand was in yours as she moved to straddle Arthur, his cock right against her nether lips. He could feel her witness coating his member, the heat from her lips already spreading over him. Arthur held himself in his hand as Sadie lowered herself on his cock, moaning at the stretch of being filled by him, pleasure bordering on pain from how thick he was. You kissed her all over, her neck, her cheeks, her lips, her chest, as she took him inch by inch, her breathing ragged and her eyes closed. When he was all the way in, his pelvis flush with her, it was as if everybody breathed a sigh of relief. Sadie felt full, unbelievably so, and without even moving, she could already feel unbelievable pleasure filling her.

You lowered your head to Arthur’s, kissing over his neck before bringing your lips to his ear and said, “Make her feel good, Arthur.”

The first pull and push of his cock had Sadie cry out in pleasure, her face contorted in ecstasy as Arthur pushed deep inside her. His hands were on her hips as he held her in place, pistoling his cock in and out of her wet channel. You could feel your wetness run down your legs as you watched her, so lost in pleasure and so beautiful as she moaned.

With his hands still on her hips, he turned his face to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You could feel his hunger and desperation as his tongue danced around your’s, making your head spin from the intensity of the kiss.

When he broke away, a spit connecting your lips just for a moment, he said, “I want to feel you too.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. With excitement and lust and arousal coursing through your veins, you sat up on the bed before swinging your legs over Arthur’s head and bringing your soaked pussy over his mouth. He removed one of his hand’s from Sadie’s hips (who was now riding him in earnest herself, taking her pleasures from his cock) and placed it on one of your thighs to bring you down over his mouth.

Your moans joined Sadie’s as Arthur sucked on your sopping lips, before diving his tongue right into your hole. The room filled with nothing but sounds of moans, groans and skin slapping against skin. Perhaps, if someone looked up a definition of hedonism, a picture of the three of you would be there, indulging in your most basic carnal desires and chasing your pleasures.

With your eyes closed and your mouth open, you could do nothing but shake with pleasure as Arthur ate you out, his skillful tongue working between plunging itself into your hole and sucking on your clit. The feeling of Sadie’s hand on your cheek made you open your eyes. She was completely debauched, her face flush from arousal, her pussy wet and dripping as Arthur fucked into her. She brought your face to hers and kissed you, her tongue pushing past your lips right away. From Arthur tongue in your pussy to Sadie’s in your mouth, you could feel yourself nearing the edge.

“Fuck!” Sadie cried out, breaking away from your lips as her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. Arthur didn’t let up for a moment, pistoling his hips in and out of her quivering hole until she couldn’t take it anymore. She felt herself gush all over him as he brought her to the peak of pleasures to the point where it was becoming all too much and she had to stop. She breathed heavily as she recovered, sitting to the side and waiting for the ringing in her ears to pass.

Satisfied with making one of the women happy, Arthur turned his full attention to you, both of his hands on your thigh, bringing you impossible close to his face, so much so that you wondered how he breathed.

“Arthur,” you moaned as he fucked you with his tongue and brought his thumb to play with your clit.

Sadie was at your side then, kissing down your neck till she reached your nipple and sucked on it.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, tears welling in your eyes as all the sensations were becoming too much. “You’re gonna make me cum,” you said to both of them, and not a moment later, you did.

You kept riding Arthur’s face as you chased your orgasm, crying his and Sadie’s name as they kept bringing you higher and higher. After a few more moments, you finally came to a stop, your thighs still shaking as Arthur helped you from his face down to the bed, laying at one of your sides while Sadie laid at your other. He kissed up and down your neck, leaving small bites and hickeys all over, while Sadie kissed over your chest, marking you as well.

Only after a few moments did it dawn on you that despite making the two of you cum and see stars, Arthur still hasn’t, his cock rock hard.

As if thinking the same thing, Sadie looked up at your from between your breasts, saying, “I wanna watch him fuck you,” before licking your nipple.

You moaned at that, your pussy twitching in anticipation, and looked at Arthur.

You were still sensitive from your orgasm, but you wanted to watch Arthur cum, so you spoke against his lips. “Arthur, please.”

He could never say no to you, not when you spoke his name with such a need in your voice. He smiled against your lips, brushing his nose against yours before saying, “Anything for you, darlin’.”

You parted your thighs to accommodate him and licked your lips when he took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few pumps before pushing just the head of his cock in. There was more than enough preparation, your own wetness and Arthur’s spit running down your pussy and your thighs, yet you still felt that familiar burn as he split you open, pushing more of himself in.

Inch by inch, he filled you, taking a pause here and there to let you get used to the feeling of him filling you to the brim. When he was all the way in, the head of his cock pushing so deep inside you you could practically taste it, you sighted his name, your head rolling back on the pillows and your fingers clawing at the sheets.

Sadie’s hand was on your lower abdomen, right where she could feel Arthur push in you.

She licked her lips before turning to him and said, “Fuck her proper, Arthur.”

The drag of his cockhead over your insides had you clench around him, the tears in your eyes coming back as your sensitive walls spasmed over him. One of your hands was clawing at the back of your pillows, the other at the sheets under you, and you could do little more than simply take Arthur’s pistoning, his cock reducing you to cries and moans of his name.

Sadie turned your head towards her, capturing your lips in her once again before speaking against them. “Tell me how good he’s making you feel,” she said.

You tried to speak, but as you opened your mouth, a moan came out as Arthur delivered a particularly rough thrust, hitting that special place inside of you. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see him smirk.

“So good, Sadie,” you finally managed. The bliss you were feeling had your mind going haywire as Arthur’s thrusts pushed you closer and closer to the edge of euphoria. “Fuck. He’s fucking me so good,” you moaned, your words no doubt feeding Arthur’s ego, making him puff out his chest more and fuck you harder into the mattress, “He’s gonna make me cum.”

Sadie smiled before kissing you once again, alternating between sucking on your tongue and delving hers into your mouth.

Arthur was at the end of his rope. He was holding out his own release, hoping to deliver you to yours first, but it was proving hard when your cunt spasmed over him each time he pushed inside. It didn’t help either that you and Sadie were all over each other, your lips against one another, your hands exploring each other’s bodies. Not even in his wildest dreams or fantasies had he seen something like this.

He placed both of his hands on the back of your thighs before pushing them up so your legs hung on his shoulder, kissing one of your ankles as he did so. Your legs twitched each time he slammed back in, the new position making him go in even deeper if that was possible, and if it wasn’t for Sadie’s mouth on yours, you were sure your scream’s would’ve definitely alerted somebody.

Delicate and slow, her hand traveled from one of your breasts, down your stomach and to your wet pussy. She could feel where Arthur was entering you again and again, the wetness around your walls making for an easy, though loud with sloppy sounds, entrance. Using two of her fingers, she started to add small circular motions around your clit, making your toes curl.

With the combination of Sadie’s fingers on your clit and Arthur’s cock in your pussy, you came, arching your back from the bed as pleasure coursed through your veins, so hard you thought you were gonna blackout from it. Sadie kissed you through it, muffling your cries and moans and screams with her mouth. The orgasm swept over you like a hurricane, leaving you completely boneless as you laid there, managing to do nothing more than keep taking Arthur’s cock.

The feeling of you spasming and tightening over him was too much for Arthur. “Fuck, darlin’, I’m close,” he said, the sweat on his face making it shiny.

With Sadie’s mouth away from yours, you managed a broken cry and a small, “Yes” moving your hips just a little to help Arthur to his release.

Sadie moved her hand from where it was near your clit to where Arthur was entering your sopping pussy again and again. With a mischievous smile, she took his balls in her hand and fondled them before saying, “Fill her up, Arthur.”

Arthur came with a heavy groan, his pace all out of rhythm as he kept pushing his cock into you, stuffing you full of his cum until you could feel it running down your thighs.

At last, he stilled, his breathing heavy as he pulled out of you and lowered your legs from his shoulder to the bed.

You could feel Arthur’s sweat drop from his forehead to yours as he bent down to kiss you, slow and tender, before dropping to your side. His head was on the pillow as he stared at the ceiling, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. On your other side, Sadie was catching her breath too, the activities you just engaged in making her previously clear complexion looking a tad bit pink. You could see a satisfied smile on her lips as she raised herself on her elbows to look at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face before laying back down on the bed, one of her hands under her head.

As you laid there, well-fucked, satisfied and bemused, you wondered how you’d look Sadie in the eyes in the morning, when the effects of alcohol and lust would vanish, and you’d have nowhere to hide as the sun would illuminate every corner of the room. You remembered Dutch’s words, telling all of you to enjoy yourself. “As much as you want,” he specified. You’re not sure if he had this in mind when saying that.

Sadie, however, decided to not wait for the morning and spoke up now, saying, “Might I say that the two of you sure know how to fuck.”

The ease with which she spoke eased your restless nerves, and you felt yourself relax as you laughed at her words. At your side, Arthur couldn’t help but shake his head, a small smirk playing at his lips.

You knew the next morning would still bring the awkward laughs and pink blushes, but you decided you could deal with that later. Right now, you were happy to enjoy the warmness of the two bodies pressed at your sides.

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Her Three Kings - 24

A Volturi Kings x ofc story

Warnings: a touch of angst

A/N: eh. it's almost Sunday.

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Two days later found them sitting in the garden. Alice was teaching Liliana to weave flower crowns while Jasper laid a short distance away chewing on a long stem of grass. His eyes were closed and he grinned as he listened to the sisters chatter. He’d missed this. Missed having his two girls together where he could keep an eye on both of them.

Technically it wasn’t his job to keep an eye on Lily anymore. That was now the job of her mates but he didn’t think he’d ever be fully comfortable with someone else doing it. He’d taken on that responsibility for too long. When he heard another party enter the garden, he inhaled deeply. Not recognizing the scent, he sat up abruptly. “Lils?”

She glanced over then followed his gaze. “It’s okay, Jazz. That’s Sebastian. He’s one of my guards.”

Jasper gave a nod and laid back down, arms behind his head. But his eyes never left the intruder on their peaceful afternoon. He didn’t trust anyone until they’d proven themselves. Especially not around his little sister and his mate.

Lily smiled up at her guard, shielding her eyes from the harsh glare of the sun. “You don’t have to be here. The kings determined a guard wasn’t necessary as long as I was with Jasper. I thought they told you.”

He shrugged and sat in the grass far too close to Liliana for Jasper’s liking. “They did. I didn’t have anything better to do. Thought I’d see what you were up to.”

Alice laughed and held up the crown she was making.

“We’re partaking in serious business here, Guard. How dare you distract us.” The corner of Jasper’s lips curled in a smile. Lily’s fake haughty tone was, frankly, hilarious.

To be honest, until he’d seen the way she handled Bella, there had been a part of him that still wondered about her ability to be fully queen. Afterall, she was one of the kindest spirits he knew. He was worried her soul was too gentle for the job. He’d never been prouder of her than when he saw her in action in the throne room. And her mates had just leaned back and let her rule the room. As much as he hated to admit it, she belonged here. But gods, he missed her. Her absence was a physical ache at times and he had a feeling it would be worse if Lily didn’t block some of it on her end. People that were soulbound weren’t meant to be as far apart as the two of them were.

A deep laugh drew his attention back to the present and his gaze flicked from his sister to the guard. Jasper didn’t like the look in the other man’s eyes as he watched Lily. It wasn’t a look of lust or wanting. No, this was more like he was waiting for something to happen and he was afraid he’d miss it if he didn’t pay attention.

A brief thought of mentioning his worries to the kings crossed his mind but he wouldn’t. Not yet. They were likely to kill the man with no further proof than his suspicions. Besides, Lily seemed comfortable around him. And unlike the last time they were here, he hadn’t seen much of the other Volturi. They didn’t come to speak with her or spend time with her like they had before. Jasper hoped she hadn’t lost that connection she seemed to have with them. She needed that more than she probably realized herself.

Her siblings stayed for a total of five days before heading for home on one of the Volturi jets. Lily had sent them off with the information for the coven in Brazil after extracting a promise that they would visit again soon. She’d even offered the use of one of the jets to ensure it happened sooner rather than later.

After they left, Lily’s isolation became more glaring than ever. Previously, the change had been so gradual, it was easy for her to overlook it. Become used to it. But suddenly not having her cowboy or her pixie to brighten her day brought her solitude into stark relief. Even her personal guard had quit finding time to spend with her outside of their scheduled rotation. Her only company was her mates and she found herself needing it more than ever when her siblings left.

She’d spent the morning dancing and was now seeking out one of her mates. Sebastian had brought her a bag of her favorite cherry suckers the last time he’d been on duty and she happily had one in her mouth while she searched. When she reached Aro’s office, she walked in without knocking and found him behind his desk. His brow was furrowed as he scribbled on a piece of parchment.

Not wanting to interrupt his work, she sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk to wait. She pulled her feet up and tucked them underneath her. Several minutes passed before he looked up with a scowl on his face. His eyes flicked over her from top to bottom. Suddenly getting the feeling he didn’t like what he saw, Lily fidgeted in her seat.

“Did you need something?” he finally asked.

She shook her head as she bit at her lip. “I was just wanting to spend some time with you is all.”

“Yes, well, as you can see, I’m busy. Perhaps later.” And he turned back to his work without another glance in her direction. She watched him for a moment longer and he paused only to pinch the bridge of his nose.

She swallowed down her tears as she left. It was ridiculous to get so upset. He was obviously having a bad day. Normally, she would try to get him past it by paying extra attention to him but that clearly wouldn’t be welcome at the moment.

She found her blond mate in his studio making angry brush strokes on a large canvas. Fantastic. Hopefully, he’d at least be more receptive to her company. “Hello, my love.”

A grunt was his only response. She sat on a stool at the side of the room so she was out of the way and just watched him work. That lasted about ten minutes before he tossed a brush down in frustration. “Don’t you have something you can do besides stare at me?”

Her brows shot up. “Nothing as enjoyable, I assure you.”

He rolled his eyes and she was proud of herself for biting back the comment she wished to make. “Isn’t there some work you should be doing? I believe you’re behind in your correspondence.”

She hopped to her feet. “The three of you told me in no uncertain terms to take today off, so I did. You don’t get to be pissy about it now.” She stormed out without waiting to see if he had anything else to say. It was better for him if he didn’t.

She paused in the common area wondering if she dare risk getting the same reaction from Marcus. Having all of them irritated with her at the same time wasn’t something she looked forward to. Of course, the alternative was for her to spend her afternoon alone. With a sigh, she made way to Marcus’ office. She opened the door without knocking and found him reclining on the sofa reading a book.

Hearing her enter, he looked up and smiled when he saw it was her. “Mia regina, how lovely it is to see you.”

Lily’s shoulders immediately relaxed as the tension left them. “Thank god.” She moved to him and he set the book aside so she could curl up in his lap.

His arms wrapped around her as he pressed a kiss to her head and rubbed her back with a hand. “What is the matter? Are you alright?”

She nodded against his chest. “Yeah. Aro and Caius are just in a mood. I was worried you would be too.”

He kissed her temple and hummed. “They should not be like that with you. If anything, your presence should have brought them comfort and eased any irritation. You haven’t argued with either of them, have you?”

“Nope,” she answered, popping the p. “They’re just being dicks.”

Marcus chuckled. “Well, they have been known to be that on occasion. Now, tell me what you’ve been up to since I saw you last.”

Lily pushed herself off his chest to frown at him. “It’s been like seven hours.”

He nuzzled his nose along her temple. “Exactly. So much could have happened.”

Marcus and Lily remained in his rooms for the rest of the day until they were due to appear for an early morning trial. She chose one of the dresses that had found its way to his closet. When she emerged wearing it, he stopped and stared at her. She fidgeted uncertainly until he licked his lips and said, “You look beautiful, dolcezza.”

That earned him a genuine smile and when she moved across the room to kiss him, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to deepen it. He smiled against her lips as he backed her up to the bed. As it turned out, they were rather late for the trial and when they arrived, Aro swept her away from his brother and into his own arms. Once she’d settled on his lap, he buried his nose in her neck and pleaded for forgiveness as he tried to remember why he’d been so irritated with her to begin with.

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Her substitute (1) - Need you

Title: Her substitute (1)

Summary: Once you were her best friend. Now her widower seeks shelter in your arms.

Square Filled: Cordell Walker

Ship: Cordell Walker x fem!Reader, Cordell Walker x Emily Walker (widowed)

Characters: Stella Walker

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of loss of a loved one, grief, unrequited love, smut, protected sex, scared of feelings, guilt, sneaking around, secret affair

A/N: This is partially an AU. Cordell didn’t go undercover. Emily and the reader’s boyfriend died together on their way to Y/N’s birthday party. And the reader is Cordell’s partner for the sake of my story. His partner from the show will have an appearance either way.

Word Count: 1,7 k

Created for: @walker-bingo​

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Once upon a time life was good to you, great even.

Life was all you ever dreamed of. Until. One day. Your world exploded.

One day your best friend, the woman you considered family, and your boyfriend got killed after you tried to arrest an unforgiving man. You and your partner lost the people you love on the same day.

While you tried to pick up the pieces and put your life back together, Cordell preferred to despair, and to use you as an outlet for his pain, grief, and frustration.

He can be gentle and cruel within a heartbeat.

Emily was the love of his life but Jason was just someone you spend your days with to fill your empty life. Sometimes he calls you cold or heartless only as you gave Jason’s belongings to the Salvation Army after one year of grieving. 

Cordell can never know the reason for your fast recovery…he can never know…

“I need you—“ it always starts with these three words, followed by a desperate look and his hands. God his large hands reach out for you to touch, caress and grope. “Baby Girl.”

“We talked about this, Cordell,” you weakly press your hands against his chest, shaking your head ever so slightly. “I can’t do this. We are partners and she was my best friend.”

“Didn’t stop you from fucking her widower not six months after she got killed,” here we go. The sweet and desperate Cordell is gone, replaced by a blank nerve wanting to hurt and drag you down. “Only as you got over Jason like he meant nothing to you doesn’t mean I can just stop grieving.”

“Then why do you come here to fuck me?” he takes off his cowboy hat, nervously playing with it. “Cordell, we shouldn’t do this. It’s no good for you or me. What if your kids find out?”

“All I can think about is to have you underneath me, pinned to the mattress and my cock so deep inside it hurts,” he drops his hat, steps over it to grasp for you. “I want you, baby girl.”

“Shit—” pinned to the wall seconds later you find yourself falling for your best friend’s widower all over again. It’s not a secret you were in love with Cordell before Emily even met him. He just never showed interest in asking you out and when Emily came into the picture, you backed off like the good friend you were.

“Say you need me,” he buries his face in your neck, inhales your scent deeply. “Baby girl, tell me that you need me and that you want to feel me.”

“Cordell, fuck baby,” you whimper his name, ignore the guilt eating your soul up once again. All you can focus on are his hands grip your waist to hoist you up, holding you midair until you sling your legs around his waistline hands cradling his face to kiss him deeply. “I need you.” It’s not a lie. You always needed him; he just didn’t know it.

“I need you too,” he kisses you fiercely, almost desperate to forget all the pain and his empty bed at home when he tugs at your clothes or moans your name. “Give in, baby girl.”

You are a mess, both of you. While you let Cordell strip you bare, not just your body but your soul and heart, he pants, moans, and whines on top of you.

It doesn’t take long for him to slide into you and pin your hands above your head to make sure you know this isn’t love-making.

Two sides of the very same coin hit you where it hurts the most. Every. Single. Time. He doesn’t take his time to be gentle and loving. Its raw, unadulterated lust driving him into you.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he watches your lips part and your eyes dilate when he starts to move his hips. “Look at me.” It’s a command you follow immediately. He holds your wrists pinned to the mattress to make sure you can't touch him gently. “Good girl, always so good for me.”

“Cordell, you need to—” his lips kiss your protest away, force moans and tiny whimpers out of you. “Please.”

“Just tell me you need me as much as I need you, Y/N,” he finally says your name, not baby girl, and you nod, ashamed you let the widower of your best friend fuck you like a whore on cheap sheets.

“I need you,” you choke the words out, looking away, not wanting to hold his gaze when the familiar burn is back, the one pushing you violently over the edge only to leave you hollow in the end.

“Look at you, so responsive,” his hands finally let go of your wrists to roughly cup your breasts. His thumbs toy with your nipples leave them hard and throbbing. “Those tits, so pretty,” he dives in, suckles one nipple into his hot mouth to push you closer to the edge.

He moves slow, deliberate, plays your body like an instrument. You are in trance, only feel his body press yours to the mattress, mind blank once again.

Another deep thrust makes you moan his name loudly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you grasp for his shoulders to bring Cordell closer to your heated body to hold him, even if it’s only for this fleeting moment. “Cordell.”

“So tight and warm for me,” his hands grip your thighs to spread you wider. He loves to watch his huge cock disappear in your pussy, the one only he owns. “You take me so well and deep, baby girl.”

You cry out in pleasure, back arching off the bed when his cock hits that spot taking your breath away. His large hands cup your ass, squeeze it tightly.

Cordell holds himself inside your body, stops moving to feel you clench tightly around his thick length. Just staring down at you.

“Cord, what’s wrong?” you whimper breathlessly. 

“Just wanted to feel you cum before I fill this cunt up,” his pace becomes brutal after your orgasm.

He moans, eyes glued to your face as he tries to pretend you are only a warm body he can use, a toy to fulfill a primal need, not the woman he could fall for…

“Oh—” you watch him move on top of you, memorize his features, the way his hair is glued to his sweaty forehead, and those obscene veins in his arms, popping out. “I want you to cum, let me feel it, Cordell. Fuck me.”

“Fuck, you—shit Y/N,” he groans, hips jerking violently before he allows himself to let go. 

When it’s over he rolls off you to dispose of the condom, already looking for his clothes on the floor.

You have a routine. He comes to your apartment, convinces you to let him fuck you, and leaves you alone and cold moments after your high.

Tonight, you wrap yourself into a sheet and turn around to not watch Cordell hastily put his clothes back on. You would give the world for him to stay the night, but you know he will leave soon.

As usual, you take deep breaths to hide the tears forming in your eyes. “Thank you,” he says, and you feel like a fool all over again.

“I got a job offer in New York,” you casually say. “Do you remember? I always wanted to be with the FBI. Three years ago, they didn’t have a position for me, but last week, I got a call.”

“Oh—” is all you get. You can hear the ruffling of clothing, and then the door opens. “You should take their offer. Being my partner is a dead end. A girl like you shouldn’t stay a Texas Ranger,” the coldness in his voice breaks your heart.

“Yeah, maybe I should,” you clear your throat while you try not to cry. “I will call them on Monday. Have a great—” the door closes before you can say another word. “Figures…”

“FBI?” Stella blanches. “You want to go to New York to work with the FBI, Y/N?” she cries. “You can’t leave me too. Why is everyone leaving me?”

“Stella bear, nothing is decided yet,” you sit next to her on the steps, patting her thigh. “They called me two weeks ago, and I just thought I should at least fly to New York to talk to them. Don’t you think?”

“I don’t know,” she sniffles. “What did dad say? You are his partner, Y/N. He needs you,” you sling one arm around Stella’s shoulders, hiding she just added another crack to your fragile heart. “We need you. You are family to us. Mom loved you.”

“I loved your mom too, Stella bear,” giggling at the awful nickname Stella leans her head against your shoulder, and you feel the guilt overwhelm you once again. If only the girl knew you are banging her father. “She was my best friend and your dad is my friend too.”

“Y/N?” Cordell walks toward his house with long steps. “Is there an emergency? Do you need my help? It’s Sunday.”

“Your mom invited me for dinner, and I met Stella in town and drove her home. If you don’t want me here, I understand,” you try to keep the sadness out of your voice.

“Grandma wants a family dinner, dad,” Stella grumbles. “If I must spend time with my lame brother and you, I want Y/N to join us. At least she’s cool.”

“Cool?” Cordell smirks, glancing down at you. “I remember there was a time when she had braces and was a shy little mouse.”

“Y/N shy? I don’t believe a single word, dad,” she nudges your side. “Right, Y/N. You never were shy.”

“I hate to admit it, but I was a little shy. Your mom helped me break out of my shell and become the woman I am today. I miss her,” you sniff, watching Cordell sit next to his daughter. 

“Emily, she always talked about you. How you helped her get better grades,” Cordell says. “She loved you too, Y/N.”

When you sit at his table half an hour later, watching Cordell with his family you decide your last encounter was the last time. You won’t risk messing his family up even more...

“We can’t do this again, Cordell,” you sigh when he leans in your doorframe, that look in his eyes again. “I told you after the dinner with your family we should stay only friends.”

“Y/N, we are friends but—” he cups your cheek with one hand, thumb swiping over your lips, “I need you, baby girl…”

>> Part 2

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