#so i'll probably make a pt 2 eventually when i find more

[seachime]

collection of merchandise stickers and price tag PNGs! free to use without credit

#stickers #png #transparent #used sticker #price tag #sale sticker #vhs sticker #we buy some used goods at work and every now and then when something comes in with a cool one i'll take a pic of it #so i'll probably make a pt 2 eventually when i find more #collage

[chososdiscordkitten]

✫Escort!Toji✫ pt 2

MDNI

Pt 1 here

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x afab!reader Content: NSFW, direct continuation of pt 1, no use of y/n, comparisons, toji ruins ur shirt:( toji jacks off with ur panties, oral (f receiving) Implied oral (m), protected sex, 2 pics to help picture the positions bcs i suck at writing, toji cums in his pants AGAIN, reader cleans tojis fingers after yk, starts slow but eventually is rough, sweetheart used once, he is a confirmed panties stealer, no aftercare sowy

taglist:  @lostmymarblesstuff @vicravluv @mutsu422

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Your eyes blinked open, feeling the dim light of the side table flood your vision making you go blind for a second. Suddenly very cold as you clutched onto the thin sheet on top of you. Your mind flashing back to what had happened before you fell asleep.

You sat up, looking at the clock on the side table, you had slept a whole 12 hours. It was 10 am Saturday, the next morning. You fell back into the pillows as you closed your eyes, remembering what happened last night. Remembering that you didn’t pay him, you shot up to check your wallet in fear that Toji had robbed you after fucking you to sleep.

Your inner thighs sting as you rummage through your coat. Opening your wallet and seeing it was full, counting the bills carefully. Your eyebrows furrowed, seeing it was all there. Thinking it was some kind of tactic to get you to keep coming back.

You exhaled, looking over at the room as you picked up the discarded clothing. ‘Shirt, skirt, socks, bra-’ you made a mental checklist. ‘Where are my panties?’ you looked everywhere. Under the bed, under the chair. The cracks of the mattress, the trash can. Nothing, thinking up a million reasons for why and how they disappeared.

Putting your clothes on as you look out the window from the doorway. Turning around and walking out. Now came the walk of shame, or so you thought. Walking down the hallway toward the elevator. Back to the lobby, avoiding eye contact with the same person behind the desk from last night.

“Um- Excuse me!” the woman said she reached out an arm towards you. “The room wasn't paid for- the gentleman said you would take care of it.” She said, looking you over as your face dropped.

“Of course-” you said, face warm from embarrassment. Walking over to the desk and looking down to your shoes as you heard her tell you the price. Quickly pulling out your wallet and giving her the cash, almost snatching your receipt as you hurried out of the hotel. In fear one of your co-workers would see you here. 

Though your coworker had a point, you did sleep like a rock. But the embarrassment after finally letting go of stress and the pent up frustration in your womb was a lot to take on at once.

Arriving at your apartment and plopping onto your bed,‘I'll never do that again’ you vowed as you looked over at the crumbled piece of paper with his phone number in it. Shoving your face in your pillows as you fought off the flashing images of him.

Face burning up as you remembered what he did, how filthy he was, and how much you liked it. A chill ran down your spine as you felt your leg twitch. Swiftly getting up to take a cold shower. The next days were the same, taking a cold shower in the morning and one when you'd come home from work.

Anytime a coworker had upset you, you felt a certain anger that you hoped would be gone if you fucked Toji again. A blind anger that made your finger scroll through your phone, writing out a text and almost pressing send. Inhaling sharply before deleting it. Nodding your head no as you remembered your vow to not to do that again.

In a more realistic way, the anger probably wouldn’t go away if you fucked him, but it would help you let out some stress, let some of the poison that pooled inside of you. 

Toji was worse. Finding himself being more irritable than he usually was. Telling his clients to ‘shut the fuck up’ whenever they tried to fake their moans, irritation coated his words knowing they could never even come close to sounding the way you did.

Knowing that with his clients, they did it just to keep him hard. But you? Your whines and pleads were practically forced out of you, eye twitching whenever he remembered how you came on his fingers.

He tried to not think of you, desperately trying to forget the fucked out expression that adorned your pretty face. Not even feeling the slightest bit of remorse when he’d snatch the cash out of their hands.

What pissed him off wasn’t that they sucked at fucking, or that they had no passion in their eyes. It was the fact that they'd ask him about his day, or ask him why he's doing this. Always expecting him to fall for them, almost making him tell them to get the fuck out whenever they’d say- “You’re going to charge me?” thinking that they were so good at having sex that he didn't need to be paid.

And there was nothing Toji hated more than when they’d ask him to fuck them raw, almost shuddering in disgust at the thought. Four days had passed since he fucked you. Still, he’d close his eyes and picture you while he drilled into the many clients. Your cunt, your tits, your teary eyes, and the way you fucking smelled.

The way you didn't hesitate to let him spit in your mouth. Remembering it made him throw his head back, biting his lip as he held back his groans. But it wasn't enough, they weren't enough.

In Toji’s alone time he would think how many women it would take to satiate this deep need for what you gave him a taste of. ‘10? No- 30?’ he’d think, he could count to 100 and he would still say no.

What Toji appreciated most about the interaction he had with you, was that you didn't try to get to know him first. You didn't ask if he could stay with you after, or ask him why he was prostituting himself.

Toji liked that you came to fuck, not to talk about feelings. He'd find himself stroking himself with your panties in his hand, eyes shut tight and hand practically strangling his cock. Soft groans leaving his mouth.

Teeth clenched tightly, holding his shirt up. He knew he should’ve woken you up to fuck you again. 

His hand was never enough, he felt pent up even if he came triple the amount of times that week. Toji had thought of how to get you to ask him to hook up again, knowing that if you took any longer to text him he wouldn't have any control with how rough he'd be with you.

That forgotten feeling of guilt pooling in his stomach again, thinking that's probably why you haven't contacted him. He thought ‘fuck it-’ feeling his cock harden at the thought of seeing you again. His thumbs hovering over the keys as he thought of what to type.

‘Tomorrow. 6pm. Same room.’ quick thumbs pressing the keyboard, feeling his cock twitch as he looked at the name he saved you under. Smirk on his face as he watched the message go from ‘delivered’ to ‘read’ in seconds.

You had just gotten out of your morning shower, wrapped in a towel as your cheeks turned warm at the text. Your mouth cracked open as you saw he texted first. Thinking it was odd but not unheard of?

‘Maybe he just wants his money’ you'd think, fingers hesitating to reply. ‘Okay :)’ you replied, hoping he didn't think you were purposefully stiffing him, in hopes that the smiley face would make the situation easier.

Hoping he wouldn't be pissed that you didn't pay him. That night you kept thinking about it. ‘Why wait four days to ask me for his money? Was he doing accounts and noticed a lack of it? Will my kidney be stolen if I show up?’ millions of thoughts raced through your head as you tried to sleep.

Mainly of if he was plotting some kind of great violence against you. But whispers of ‘I hope we fuck.’ in your mind as you drifted to sleep.

The next day was spent hoping the clock would go by as slow as it did the last time you saw him, but it moved at a pace that made you feel a frog in your throat and made your knee bounce up and down nervously.

What made you even more afraid to go is how you heard one of your coworkers complain about how Toji canceled her appointment. Shuddering at the thought that he was losing money just to get you to pay him.

Remembering his figure and how strong he was, hoping he would have mercy on you if he decided to teach you a lesson.

Not even bothering to go home since the time was so close together, getting out of work at 5:30 and arriving at the hotel at 5:56 pm. Your feet numb as you walked past the front desk, making eye contact with the same receptionist looking at you.

Your work heels clacking against the tile floor. Stepping into the elevator as you fixed your shirt in the reflection. Adjusting the slacks you had decided to wear that morning. Sighing as you saw the elevator stop at the same floor.

Walking passed the same red doors as last time, only this time they were quiet. Probably because it was still light out, but it didn’t make your nerves ease. Making your thoughts race even faster as you walked passed the red doors.

Your legs slightly wobble as you reach room 203. Looking down at the carpet as you hesitate to ball your hand to a fist, knocking once and pulling back to knock again. But you heard the door knob jiggle after the first one.

This time no heavy footsteps or seconds before he opened the door. Letting your hand fall as you laid eyes on him. Tall figure looming over you. Toji’s jaw clenched tightly as he looked you up and down. You stared at him in silence.

His hand reached for your wrist as he yanked you inside. Slamming the door shut as he pressed you against the closed door. Tilting his head as he looked at you, Toji couldn't keep up this facade anymore. The pent up need inside his gut made him act before he could think.

Eyes roaming your shocked face as he leaned in closer, you mouthed a ‘what are you-’ as he pressed his lips to yours. Hands landing on your arms, holding you still as you felt him slide his tongue into your mouth. Feeling your confusion as you opened yours in return. Cock twitching as his half lidded eyes looked to yours that blinked shut. Seeing your face of worry fall to desire.

Your hands went to his forearm and shoulder to hold him back as his tongue reached deep into your mouth. Spit falling from the corner of your lips as you felt Toji’s hands undo the button of your slacks.

Sliding the zipper down as you felt his hand slide up your back. Noting how this felt much different than last time. This time he seemed more needy. Hands going to the buttons of your shirt as his thick fingers fiddled with the tiny buttons.

Groaning as he felt your hand slide down his torso, towards the tent in his pants. Lips sucking on yours as he struggled with the buttons of your shirt. His groans of frustration grew louder as his fingers slipped through the openings between the buttons.

Mentally cursing them as his fingers pulled harshly at your shirt. The sound of the flying buttons landing on the floor made you inhale loudly. Pulling your lips from his as he roamed down to your jaw, sucking on your skin leaving wet spots on it as he slid down to your breasts.

Toji’s hands wrapping around you as his fingers unhook the clasps of your bra. Simple and black, seeing as you didn’t expect this to happen. His hands sliding back up to your shoulders to push off your shirt, pulling the straps of your bra off of you. His eye twitched in anticipation when he saw your breasts.

Leaning into your neck, licking your skin while he made his way down to your bare nipple. Opening his mouth as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Groaning at the feeling of your nipple in his mouth. Sucking harshly like he wanted something to pour out of it.

One of his hands going to tug at your pants, whines leaving your lips, feeling his other hand knead at your breast. Toji’s tongue swirling around your nipple as he felt your hands shove your pants down to your ankles and kick them off along with your heels.

His ears taking in every single one of your moans, making sure that this time he would have to take his sweet time with you. That he fucked you slow, like you had asked him last time.

The hand that tugged on your pants now rubbing your clothed cunt, his middle and ring finger sliding up and down your wet panties. Whining at the feeling as his eyes looked up to you, nipple still in mouth, letting out a low moan.

The vibrations against your nipple make you cry out, his fingers rough against your panties as his hand grips roughly at your breast, his stern face was full of pleasure. Your eyes scanning his features, seeing that he was getting off on making you feel good.

Letting your breast pop out of his mouth, his lips leaving a trail of spit down your sternum as he made his way to your throbbing cunt. This time you noticed he didn't ask how you wanted him, not telling you he charged per service.

There were no words spoken, no hesitation in what he was doing. Like he had thought about this long before you got here. Thinking if he was planning on doing this when he texted you- your went brain fuzzy, feeling his rough fingers hook to the sides of your panties. But to Toji? Your dripping cunt told him all he needed to know, seeing the mess you made in your panties just from his heavy petting.

Looking up at you as he slipped your cotton panties down, seeing your face churn with anticipation as he placed wet kisses down your torso. Smiling to himself as he felt the goosebumps form on your thighs before he slid his middle finger down your sopping cunt.

Feeling your slick coat his finger, your hips writhing at his touch. Toji’s cock aching in his pants as he slipped his finger through your entrance, pinching his eyebrows together as he held back a choked groan.

Feeling your cunt practically pull him deeper into you. Gaining a whine from you as you felt how slow he was going. Still looking up at you, his head on your hand, the other holding the wall for support.

Using all the strength you could muster to not shove your cunt to his face for relief. Sliding his finger back out, feeling your hips buck up as your clit begged for attention. Taking the hint, he leaned closer. His breath against your pulsating clit made you whine.

Lip tucked in between your teeth as his lips brushed against your clit. Wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves, closing your eyes and lightly panting at the feeling. Letting out a stifled moan as your head flew back to the door. Trying to catch your breath as Toji slipped out his middle finger and pressed it to his ring finger.

Low groans leaving his lips and vibrating onto your clit, feeling his wet digit against the other. Slipping his two fingers back into you, moans leaving your mouth as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Your fingers tugging at his scalp, feeling his tongue swirl against you. Toji’s thick fingers scissoring inside of you made your back arch against the closed door. Eyes closed tight as you squirmed, feeling his lips suck on your clit, his fingers pressing against the spot that made your toes curl.

Loud moans leaving your lips, a shiver ran down your spine as his tongue sped up, cracking your eyes open and looking down at him, feasting on your cunt like he hadn't eaten in decades.

The hand on the wall moving to hold the locked doorknob, feeling yourself come undone in his mouth. Thrusting your cunt into his mouth, “I’m coming-” You muttered, your grip on his head made Toji groan against your cunt, feeling himself almost cum untouched in his pants. 

His lips not leaving your cunt as you let out quick gasps, moans littered with small ‘wait-’ as he sucked relentlessly. The fingers inside of you curling upwards, making you lift yourself onto the tips of your toes.

Gasping sharply as your mouth hung open, feeling Toji lift himself so his mouth would stay on your cunt. His hand goes to the back of your thigh, pulling you back down. Both your hands on the side of his face, trying to push his mouth away from your now overstimulated clit.

“Fffuck!” you moaned, looking down at him as he took another orgasm from you. Your hips buckled into his mouth as he slowed his pace. Small moans leaving your lips as he slowly slid his fingers out of you, shuddering when his lips finally pulled away from your cunt. Looking down to see him also looking down to his gray sweats.

A wet spot right where his cock would be. Heavy pants leaving your lips as you finally regained your thoughts. ‘Did he cum just by eating me out?’ your mind was reeling at the sight before you.

Hearing a shivering sigh leave his lips as he came down from what you had just forced out of him. He looked up at you, softer eyebrows than before at the realization that you had made him cum untouched. Not once in his life had that ever happened, his lips parted as you caressed his cheek.

‘Is this embarrassment?’ Toji thought, knowing that seeing you try to make him feel better only made his cock throb in his pants, and start to rise again. This time the want to fuck you wasn’t in his mind. It was something deeper, something primitive glimmered in his eyes as he arose.

Standing before you with a stern look on his face, as though you had done something wrong. Not even bothering to tilt his head down to look at you, his eyes were the only thing that were angled. The hand was just inside of you, raising and stopping mere centimeters in front of your lips.

Toji’s lips mouthing ‘Open’ as your hands clutched onto his forearm. Eyes not leaving his as you opened your mouth and pulled his hand closer to you. Placing an open mouth kiss to the tips of his fingers.

Tasting yourself and letting out a low hum. His jaw clenching when he saw you kiss down his fingers, licking up the side of them before wrapping your lips around him.

Eye twitching while thinking- ‘if this is how you suck my fingers-’ picturing your pretty lips around his fat cock, the image of his cum garnishing your face made him crack his lips open. Feeling your hand roam up to hold onto his palm, eyeing how your fingers could barely cover his palm. Just his palm.

Your lips dragging up Toji’s thick fingers, your eyes lit up with pride at how well you cleaned them. Slipping them from your mouth and placing a small kiss to the tips of them. Smile creeping onto Toji’s lips at seeing how good you were.

Almost picturing you wrapped in just a bow, a present just for him. Thinking about how he wanted to fuck you, which one of his fantasies he wanted to fulfill, looking into your eyes. Seeing you lean into his face, pressing a kiss to his lips before whispering, “How do you wanna fuck me.” Smile on your lips as you saw his eyes shine.

Smile now evident on his lips as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips, his hands pulling you from the doorway and guiding you onto the bed. His hands gently pushing you to lay on your back. Propping yourself onto your elbows and seeing him between your knees. Pulling his cream colored sweater off and tossing it.

Your lip tucked between your teeth as you scanned his physique. Toji’s fingers fishing in the deep pocket of his sweats, a flash of pain on his face when he felt the wrapper touch his hand. Holding it in his teeth before tugging his pants down, seeing his cock spring to freedom.

Smile on your face as you watched him slide the second skin on. Kneeling onto the bed, before his hands slid up your thighs. Playful smile on your lips as he pressed a kiss to them. Slowly moving you both higher up the bed, resting your head onto the pillows as his hand angled your bottom to turn over. Only he didn't break the kiss, forcing only your bottom half to twist.

Leaving you on your side, your hands holding your torso up to face him. Feeling his lips pull away from you. Hand on your ass to keep you still as you looked up at him. Feeling his cock graze your slick entrance, a small hiss leaves Toji’s lips as he slowly pushed his hips towards you. His fat tip making you whine, feeling your cheeks turn warm and wanting to turn over and put your face into the pillows.

The position he had you in made this feel too exposed. Too intimate. Toji’s hand going to hold you by your jaw, seeing you start to turn over. Low groan leaving his mouth before he spoke, “Mm, wanna see your face while I fuck you.” he murmured, making your cunt squeeze around him in response, smile on his lips as he drove himself further into you.

His hand goes from your jaw to your cheeks, holding your face tightly before pressing a wet kiss onto your pursed lips. A line of spit connecting him to you before he tightened his hand, making your lips part. Gathering spit onto his tongue and spitting it into the gap your lips made.

Everything inside of Toji tells him to thrust his cock into you, hard. But he couldn't risk it, he wasn't going to risk not having you come back to him. 

Toji’s slow hips pressing against your ass, his hand on your thigh pushing it further up so he could get a better view of his cock disappearing inside of you. The hand on your face going to your tit as he pressed you to turn your upper body, more than you were already doing.

Making you let out a choked whine, feeling him start to contort your body further and further. Your hand is going to push his hip in hopes he’d look up to see your face of pain. The trance your cunt put him in snapped when he heard your moans turn to whines, looking up to see fat tears fall from your eyelashes.

Struggling to keep the slow rhythm as he leaned down to kiss you, easing his grip on your skin. His lips soothing the ache before you pulled away, “Please- Harder.” whiny tone in your words as you looked into his eyes. Toji almost came when he heard you, sliding his cock out of you slowly. Dragging the ridge of his tip past your sweet spot.

Looking into your pained face before harshly thrusting into you. Hearing a small yelp fall from your lips, quickening his pace and seeing a smile form onto your lips at his thrusts. The sound of your moans was music to his ears. The same desperate moans you had gifted him the first time he fucked you, now leaving your lips again while he drilled into you.

The sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass made you smile even harder if that were possible. Feeling your hand clutch onto his that rested onto your thigh only gave him more motivation, to keep fucking into you the way you begged him to. Feeling his knees tire at his firm thrusts, he laid onto his side close behind you. His hand angling your head to look into his eyes.

His hips thrusting into you hard, your nose brushing against his as you felt his hand go down to your closed thighs, urging you to open them with his hand. Hooking your leg to the back of his knee. Not even bothering to separate his digits before pressing his fingers to your hardened clit, moving his hand swiftly back and forth.

His eyebrows pinched upwards as he felt your cunt squeeze his cock. Opening his mouth with a low groan when he saw your eyes close. Your hand holding the back of his head, breathing the same air as him while you came undone onto his cock.

Opening your eyes and looking at him, before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Eyes half lidded as he pressed his lips to yours firmer. Feeling his hips stutter against your ass, throaty groans leaving his lips as he came inside the condom. Slowing his pace against you, exhaling as he rested his forehead to your temple. 

Raising your hand to caress his neck as his thrusts slowed, hearing Toji gulp into your ear. Trailing the hand that was on your clit to rest onto your side. Biting his lip to silence his moan when he felt your cunt suck him back in when he tried to pull out.

Unhooking your leg from his thigh and letting it fall atop the other, your face now looking away from him. Struggling to keep your eyes open, feeling his warmth behind you only made you want to fall asleep even more. Feeling his lips press a gentle kiss onto your shoulder, dread in his eyes when he slowly pulled out of you. Rolling over to lay on his back, hand resting on his torso. Turning his head slightly as he looked at your exposed nape.

The want to stay here, in bed with you, was strong. But not strong enough for him to actually stay. Furrowing his eyebrows when he felt his hand lift off his sternum to reach for you. Pulling it back before sitting up, flinging his legs off the edge of the bed. Rolling off the filled condom, noticing he came alot more than he usually did.

Tying a small knot at the top and tossing it to the trashcan next to the bed. Looking over to see your back, seeing it fall and rise as though you were asleep. Closing his eyes before standing, picking up his soiled sweats before he heard you turn over. “Before you go-” you slurred, sitting up and looking over at him.

Toji knew that this was too good to be true, here you go asking him questions- “Could you pass me my wallet?” You slouched over yourself, looking at his face.

Seeing his hands drop his sweats and go to where you kicked off your slacks. Rummaging through the pockets and pulling out a small bag, walking back to the bed and sitting in front of you. Placing it on your hand, “S’been eating away at me-” you murmured, unzipping the small bag and pulling out a money clip.

Seeing you pull the folded money from it and look at him, “How much do I owe you?” You asked, genuine tone in your voice. Seeing your face relaxed and coated with a sheen of afterglow. Plump lips and not caring if you were still naked atop the bed.

Smirk on his lips seeing you look at him seriously. “Nah, you don't owe me anything.” He replied, seeing you furrow your eyebrows.

“What? No- I took up your time. I have to pay you something.” You rebutted, turning your head slightly to show your confusion.

“Hmm- I’ll settle on lettin’ you pay for the room.” He replied, standing up and walking over to his sweats again, grimacing when he saw his mess. You looked up at the ceiling as you thought about it. ‘Doesn't he make them pay for the room and his services?’ you recalled, hand full of cash while you watched him put on his pants. Tiredness making you blink slowly as you process his words, “So I don't have to pay for your time?” You asked, once more before he left.

“You always ask this many questions?” He snapped at you, holding his coat in his hand as he looked over at you. Lips pursed in defeat, not saying anything else. Toji, feeling ‘bad’, walked to the chair at the corner of the room, grabbing the thin sheet that was always there. Unfolding it somewhat and walking over to you, placing it over your legs.

Seeing you look up at him, your pupils the size of saucers. Leaning in close to your face, smile on his face- “What's your name again?” he asked, hunched over with his nose centimeters from yours, furrowing your eyebrows at his question. Saying your own name in a confused tone, almost a question.

He repeated your name, calling out to you. Placing his hand to the side of your face, “Sweetheart?” he asked again, at this point just teasing you, “You call me anytime you need. Hm?” He mumbled, lowering his face closer to yours. You slowly nodded your head.

Closing your eyes as he pressed a wet kiss onto your lips. Pulling away and looking into your eyes. “I'll see you on Friday.” he hummed, dropping his hand from your face and turning away from you.

Hearing you mumble a small ‘mmkay’ before walking to the doorway, hearing you shuffle into the bed. Looking back to see you laying on your stomach, the money in your hand now carelessly splayed on the empty space next to you.

Hearing you start to breathe heavier, walking back and carefully picking up the cash, feeling the bundle form in his hand. The same thought from last time popping into his head, shrugging it off and stuffing it back into your small wallet.

Gently placing it onto the side table next to you before walking to the doorway again, purposefully leaving his cream sweater, knowing you wouldn't have anything to wear when you'd leave. Putting on his coat and zipping it up to hide the fact he didn't have a shirt.

Seeing your clothes in front of the door, seeing how desperate he was earlier. Not even bothering with the buttons of your shirt. Malicious smile on his lips when he saw your black panties on the floor.

Picking them up and stuffing them into his pocket before leaving. Whilst walking out, pulling his phone out, swiping away all the useless messages and missed calls. Going to your contact and changing your name on his phone, now that he actually knew what to call you.

Typing ‘203’ at the end of it. Before walking onto the sidewalk, the setting sun reminded him that these were his peak hours of work. One word filled his head when he remembered he actually had to work; Dread.

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merry christmas eve!!!!!! for my fellow hispanics, this is christmas day for us. so excited to get all dressed up and hang out in the living room till 12 am to open presents. i will 100% write more for choso later, wish i could now, but i need to sleep. 

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #fushiguro toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x you #toji smut #toji x reader #jjk toji #fushiguro #toji fushigro x reader #toji zenin x reader #toji zenin x you #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin smut #jujutsu toji #dilf toji #toji x chubby reader

[bountydroid]

Darlin' pt 11

pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4 / pt 5 / pt 6 / pt 7 (SMUT) / pt 9 / pt 10 (SMUT)

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader

Description: Cooper exposes his jealous side as they find out Moldaver’s location.

TW: swearing, canon typical violence, slut shaming?

I woke up in the morning sprawled across Cooper with a wide smile on my face. He looked so content when he slept, like all the things that had hurt him over the years had never happened. I wonder what he looked like before he turned ghoul. I imagined how handsome he probably was because even after ghoulification, he was still stunning. He must have felt my stare as he slowly opened his eyes and turned his head towards me.

"Mornin', sugar." He mumbled out before yawning. 

"Mornin', Coop," I responded, smiling at him before kissing him on the head. "Ready to head out?" 

And so, another hike started. I hoped once we found Moldaver we could maybe take a couple of days' break. Honestly, I had no idea how I kept walking after weeks of nonstop hiking, it felt like my legs were going to fall off.

Eventually, we happened upon another town, bustling with life. I didn't try to hide the smile on my face as we squeezed our way through the crowds. I tightly fisted Cooper's tattered duster jacket to make sure we didn't get separated. As usual, he was quiet, he wasn't used to sharing his plans with anyone.

As we approached a small bar, he finally spoke with a stern look on his face. "Stay close, darlin'."

I gave him a small smile in response and happily nodded my head. We slowly entered the tavern, trying our best not to turn any heads. I had no idea if ghouls were welcome here, but considering our past experiences I highly doubted it. As he headed to the bar I let go of his jacket, mesmerized by all the different people I was seeing. Maybe someday I could convince Cooper to stay awhile in a town like this.

"Well, hello beautiful." I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around to see a tall, skinny man with shaggy brunette hair and dark brown eyes.

I hesitated. My first instinct was to tell him to fuck off, but maybe I could get some information out of him so I gave him an award-winning smile before responding. "Hello. Maybe you can help me? I am trying to find out where I can find someone named Moldaver." I batted my eyelashes at him, giving him my best doe-eyed expression.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise as her name rolled off my tongue. He briefly looked me up and down as if trying to ascertain if I was friend or foe. After a brief pause, he asked, "You lookin' da join er?"

I nodded quickly, trying to hide the fact that I had no idea what I was talking about.

"Well," He continued. "Today is ya lucky day. I could take ya to er. We are real close." He boasted. The lie about their relationship was clear on his tongue.

"That's amazing!" I faked amazement, trying to milk his attraction for more information. "Where is she?"

"In da hills." He continued to spill information like a fountain without a second thought. "My name is Roofus, by the way."

I hummed for a moment before responding, "Nice to meet ya." I mumbled while looking around for Cooper. Our eyes finally locked as I found him leaning back against the bar. His arms were crossed and his hat was tilted down, I could barely see his eyes peeking out from behind it. Anger radiated from his form, causing those around him to instinctively find somewhere else to stand. I gulped nervously as I took him in.

"Hey-" Roofus waved his hand in front of my face, catching my attention again. 'That guy scarin' ya?"

'No." I answered quickly. The last thing I needed was for this guy to confront Cooper, but he seemed to have a mind of his own.

Puffing up his chest as he started to make his way towards Cooper's imposing figure and ignored my pleas to stop. "Don't ya worry sweetheart, I'll get rid of  im’."

I gave Cooper a nervous glance as I saw him straighten his back and move his hand to rest on his gun belt, suspiciously close to the gun itself.

"Hey. Ya scaring my lady." Roofus accused Cooper confidently. 

"Your lady?" Cooper laughed loudly at the thought. "She ain't yours."

"This is Roofus," I said quickly, interrupting their conversation. "And Roofus, this man is my friend." I made sure not to say Cooper's name, knowing how protective he was of it. However, this just seemed to piss Cooper off more.

"Your friend?" Roofus asked, surprise clear on his face. 

"Roofus, huh? Stupid name." Cooper sneered.

Roofus prickled with anger, but before he could start yelling at the ghoul in front of him, Cooper interrupted him. “See, I heard somethin’ about a Roofus while at the bar here. Said your movin’ some cargo.” Roofus’ anger switched to confusion at Cooper’s words. “Movin’ cargo for Moldaver.” Cooper finished as he stepped closer.

At the mention of Moldaver, Roofus looked back at my nervous form. “Who da hell are ya people?”

“People you should be afraid of.” Cooper growled. “Now, you are gonna tell me how to find Moldaver, or I’ll rip your guts out.”

Roofus’ hand move instinctively over his coat pocket and the noise of crumpling paper was heard underneath, “I ain’t telling ya shit, ghoul.”

Cooper hummed, his venom turning to amusement as Roofus unknowingly gave him the information he needed. Her location was on that paper in his jacket. “Have it your way.” Cooper said before a gunshot rang out in the busy tavern. I squealed in surprise as Roofus’ body hit the ground. The room went quiet as Cooper belt down to pull out the letter from the dead man’s pocket. I looked around nervously as all eyes were on us.

“Cooper,” I whispered.

Ignoring me, Cooper stood back up eyeing the paper. “Damn.” He mumbled as he studied the hole in it before folding it and sticking it into his jacket pocket.

“Cooper.” I hissed loudly as I saw some people start to get up from there seats, anger clear on their faces.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, boys.” Cooper said looking up at the angry men. “Just a bit o’ business, and I got none with you.”

“You better get the hell out of here, ghoul.” One of the man growled before spitting on the ground in front of us.

I knew this would piss Cooper off, so I quickly grabbed his hand and started dragging him to the door. He ripped his hand from my grasp but continued following close behind me. When we finally made it out of the village, I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding. However, before I could register what was happening, Cooper roughly grabbed at my shirt collar pulling me close to him. “What the hell was that?” Cooper growled, staring down at me angrily. “Flirting with other men in front of me? Acting like a slut?”

I squeaked in surprise. Never in a million years did I think he would ever speak to me this way. “Coop, I was just tryin’ to help.” I pleaded, but he wasn’t listening.

“You are MY slut. You understand me? No one else can touch you. No one else can even fuckin’ look at you.” He ranted as one of his fists flew to the hair on the back of my head, tugging harshly.

I gasped loudly at his actions. I never took him for the jealous type, but here he was completely overtaken by it, and much to my surprise I liked it. I pressed my thighs together while I complied, “Yes Coop, I am your slut. Only yours.”

This seemed to appease him as his grip loosened on the back of my head as he pressed his body against mine. “Good,” He hummed. “Never do that again.”

“I wont. I wont ever.” I responded as my hands trailed up his chest and cupped his face softly. “I’m sorry I upset you.”

He studied my face for a moment before pulling away with a grunt. It was clear he was still angry with me. I watched intently as he pulled out the letter from Roofus and read it. I didn’t know it was possible, but his face soured even more.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Cooper mumbled. “I shot right through the damn location.” He said sighing.

“Roofus was the son of an old friend of mine.” He said before looking up at me. “Let’s pay him a visit.”

-

It didn’t take us long to find the man’s house. As we entered, however, only a little girl was home.

“Well, hello darlin’. Your daddy home?” Cooper asked nicely.

The girl just shook her head in response. Much to our surprise she didn’t seem scared of us. She just stared up at us with a blank expression.

“What is your name, sweetie?” I asked as I bent down to her level.

“Sandra.” The small girl replied.

“I’m an old friend of your daddy,” Cooper said while looking around the small home. “When will he be home?”

“Soon, it’s almost dinner time.” Sandra responded.

At the mention of dinner, my stomach gurled. My face reddened with embarrassment as I looked down at my feet. “Well, my girl and I have travelled a long way so why don’t you get us some dinner too?” Cooper said while putting a hand on my shoulder.

The girl just nodded in response before heading to the kitchen. I slowly stood up from the ground, giving Cooper a sheepish expression before looking around the home. It was a nice little place. The walls were covered with wood panels and metal sheets, but it was homey, much nicer than the one I grew up in.

As if he could sense my thoughts, Cooper asked, “Remind you of home?”

“This ain’t nothin’ like my home.” I responded quickly as I studied the shelf on the wall. “Much nicer.”

He hummed quietly before sitting down at the table and placing his hat down next to him. I waited there in silence for a bit, the only noises to be heard was from Sandra puttering in the kitchen. “What are you gonna do?” I asked as I sat down at the table next to him.

He studied my face for a moment before responding, “Depends on them, darlin’.” I just nodded while I picked at my fingers. I understood what he meant. Whether he would kill them or not depended on if they complied or not. A feeling of dread settled in my stomach as I thought of Sandra.

Before I could say anything, Sandra returned with two plates of dinner. I looked up at her in surprise at the contents. Wonderful smelling meats graced the plate in from of me, brahman maybe? And definitely some chicken. “Thank you, Sandra!” I said excitedly as I grabbed the silverware from her hands. I can’t even remember the last time I had a meal that looked this good.

Sandra didn’t respond, instead disappearing back into the kitchen quietly. I quickly started cutting up the meat, a grin plastered over my face. I heard Cooper chuckle next to me, no doubt amused at my excitement, but I paid him no mind. He slowly followed suit, cutting up his meat slowly as he watched me. As the brahman hit my tongue I moaned with happiness. After weeks of iguana and jerky, this felt like a meal fit for a king.

The door swung open as a man and a young boy entered the building, a look of confusion on their faces. I ignored them as I continued to eat happily. I trusted Cooper to handle it, but he stayed quiet as well, just staring at the man and slowly bringing the meat to his mouth.

“Sandra?” The man called out only to be greeted with silence. I looked up at him and then over to Cooper who was maintaining eye contact with him. Before he could call out again, Sandra’s footsteps could be heard as she entered the room with two glasses of water in her hands. She quietly put them on the table. Her father visible deflated with relief at the sight of her.

“Thank you, darlin’.” Cooper said to her before looking back up at the father, “Oh, wait. You thought?...” Cooper said smirking as he held up a piece of meat on his fork. “Come on now.” He said laughing.

“Sandra, wait outside.” The man said, his voice wavering with fear. The girl quickly did as she was told.

“Lead farmin’, huh?” Cooper said, continuing the conversation. “Why, hell, I probably still got some of your lead in me somewhere. But today, I am just lookin’ for information.”

“I’ll tell you anything, as long as you leave us in peace.” The man said. I could tell he was trying to act confident, but his voice continued to waver.

“Say, am I out of date, or did I hear you had three kids?” Cooper asked as he pulled out the letter from his jacket.

“I had an older son, but he’s gone. He took up with that madwoman in the hills two years ago. We haven’t heard from him since.” The man explained.

Cooper smirked as he looked down at the letter, “There’s always some new little faction, ain’t there? Brand new team of believers with their own dumbass ideas about how they gonna save the world. What did you say the name of your eldest was? Was it Roofus?” At the mention of Roofus’s name I instinctively winced, remember how mad Cooper was at me for talking to him. This didn’t go unnoticed as Cooper’s eyes flickered towards me for a second before returning to the man.

“I didn’t say-“ The man started to respond.

“That must make you Tommy.” Cooper interrupted.

The man looked over at his son before angrily asking, “What did you do? What is that envelope?”

“Well, you see, daddy-o, from what I can tell…” Cooper says clearing his throat. “… Old Roofus got Tommy here mixed up with that madwoman, too. Now according to this. Roofus sent Tommy a stash of caps to pay a courier for the safe transport of an Enclave defector, to that very same madwoman in the hills. Moldaver.” Cooper explained with a smirk plastered across his face.

“Now the problem is, by the time I got this letter off your brother,” Cooper said addressing Tommy, “It was a little bit hard to read.” Cooper held up the letter, peaking his eye through the bullet hole. “For some reason I can’t make out her location.” He looked back over at the father before saying “You really should’ve taught your boy to not play with toy’s that aren’t his. Maybe you’d still have two sons. Now you give me that location, and I’ll be on my way.”

The man and his son looked at each other before Tommy said, “I’m sorry.”

“Tell him, son. Just tell him.” The father pleaded.

“I didn’t want to spend my life digging through dirt.” Tommy explained. “I want to build something, and we have the chance-“

“Tell him what he wants to know or else he’s gonna kill us all!” He father yelled, interrupting him. “Including your little sister.”

Tommy stared Cooper down. “Huh.” Cooper hummed, surprised by this turn of events. I had stopped eating at this point, my attention turned fully to the men in front of us.

“You should tell him.” I said softly, giving the boy a reassuring look. “Listen to your father.”

Tommy looked between me and Cooper before surrendering. “She’s… she’s at the Observatory.”

“Now please, leave us.” The father pleaded.

Cooper sighed deeply before saying, “So, what you think, Tommy? Am I really walking out of here today, or are you gonna draw on me for what I did to your big brother?”

Tommy’s eyes darkened at Cooper’s words as rage filled his expression.

“He won’t.” The father responded.

“Maybe not today, but someday.” Cooper said, eyes never leaving Tommy. Understanding the threat Tommy reached for the shotgun next to him, but he was too slow. Before I even realized what was happening, Tommy was on the ground, a gunshot through his chest.

“Tommy!” His father yelled as he crouched down over his son’s body.

Cooper stood up and slowly started to collect his things, signaling me to follow. As we passed by the father, I gave him a sad expression but said nothing.

This was just how the Wasteland worked. Kill or be killed.

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[tlouadditc]

hate to hate you.

enemies to lovers abby x reader.

a/n: this was an ask but i forgot to put this under it 😭 anyway thank u anon for asking!! this was so fun to write tbh and also i am not a nursing student so idk how any of this works .... hope you enjoy anyway :,) also might write a pt. 2 depending on how this one does!

warnings: 18+/MDNI, men dni either, mean!abby [kinda], super fem!reader, abby's a bully :,((, switch!abby, switch!reader, clothed grinding [?], oral [a!receiving], dirty talk ;), pussy slaps [?], rushed ending because im crocheting, probably more. NOT PROOFREAD AGAIN.

abby has been your rival since middle school. she was always making fun of you- could be how you had lower grades [by a couple points, to be specific], how you always dressed in pink and in skirts and were a "tryhard", literally anything. hell, when she found out you were interested in nursing, she made it a competition to see who could be the better doctor. eventually, the amount of taunting had gotten to you and you started dressing like everyone else and becoming a quieter person.

ever since then, there's been some silent tension between you two. it was stupid, of course, but neither of you made an effort to end the rivalry. every class you had together in high school was a competition to see who could participate the most, get the most praise from the teacher, highest grades- everything. but no matter what you did, you'd always be second to her. once senior year was over, you were free from this hell and decided to finally be your true self in college.

or so you thought.

it was your first day of freshman year. you were doing your makeup in your bathroom, trying to calm your nerves. you've done this multiple times before, you thought to yourself. why am i still nervous??

you were adding little finishes- a bit more blush, curling your lashes one more time, adding a bit of glitter to your inner corner, etc. you check the time: 8:03am. class starts in 20 minutes, and you have to walk! you quickly check your outfit, straightening out your pink skirt and grabbing your bag before leaving out.

the walk to class isn't bad; a little confusing, but there's staff around to help direct new students, so you easily find your class. you walk in as soon as the class starts. to your horror, all the seats in the front are taken. the professor stops her introduction and walks over to you to speak. "hi, you must be y/n? you're a tad late, but it is your first time here, so i'll let you have a pass. your seat is in the back corner next to ms. anderson."

anderson...? your smile fades as you look towards the seat the teacher is pointing at. there she is- sitting there with her smug smirk and her always-braided hair. fuck my life actually. you turn back to the teacher, crack a small smile, and nervously walk over to your seat.

"didn't think you'd see me, huh?" is the first thing that comes out of abby's mouth, her big smile growing wider after seeing the dread on your face. all you can do is glare at her and get your things out. as you rummage through your bag, you hear the professor say:

"the person you are currently sitting with will be your partner for the semester."

you've LITERALLY have to be joking. the girl who's been borderline bullying you for years is your partner for the rest of the semester?? you debate asking the teacher to change seats, but decide against it.

"can't believe im stuck with you," she mutters, mocking the disbelief on your face. "shut up, abby," you hiss, trying to keep your voice down.

this was gonna be quite a year, huh?

abby was unbearable the entire class. always asking useless fucking questions, moving her braid from one side to another- it all annoyed the fuck out of you. however, to pass this class, you had to work with her and put your feelings aside.

the first assignment was to study and review the human anatomy with your partner. the test on the subject was in a couple of days, making it the first grade of the semester. everyone else in the class was easily discussing plans for studying while you and abby made a horrible attempt for friendly small talk.

"so.. we have a test-"

"i heard."

"goddamnit, abby, i'm trying to pass this class. can you be nice for once?"

"stop staring at me like that and maybe i will."

"i wasn't even- [sigh] just give me your number so we can figure out a time and place. please."

and with that, you two later that night made the plan to meet up at your apartment and study there the next day.

the next day

you spent most of your morning doing your usual routine; cleaning, listening to your podcast, organizing your things- basically a mini-spa day. since abby was coming over, you didn't want to give her any reason to ridicule your space. you also debated on wearing some bland outfit to avoid the bicker, but ultimately decided you shouldn't care anymore. you settled on something casual; a floral tube top, a pink cardigan, and some comfy shorts to match the top. you also threw on some pink bunny slippers to match the ribbons in your hair.

as you finished the kitchen, the doorbell rang. must be abby. you walk to the door, slowly losing your happiness as you turned the doornob. upon opening the door, you see abby, leaning against your doorframe. she's dressed in a black wifebeater and gray sweats. she has a small tote bag and headphones around her neck.

as you study her look, she does the same to you. you suddenly feel small in comparison to her; almost feeling weak in her presence. if you were honest with yourself, in all the annoyance that you felt toward her, you could admit she was hot. she was your lesbian awakening, if you were 100% honest. but since she didn't like you, you suppressed all feelings.

"someone got dressed up," she teases, looking you up and down. "this is just how i dress," you say, rolling your eyes. "come in."

an hour later, you and abby are sitting on your couch, going over flashcards for the test. abby has her information down, of course- you keep missing the same two vocab words.

"you dumbass," she laughs, watching you pout over missing the same word for the 4th time in a row.

"this is so annoying," you say, burying your head in your hands. the frustration you feel is so intense, you feel tears well up in your eyes. you attempt to hide it as abby continues to laugh, but a sniffle gives you away.

"are you- there's no way you're crying right now," abby says, genuine disbelief in her voice. "don't be a crybaby, bun. you can get it."

bun.. ?? what the hell? she's being... nice? no fucking way.

you lift your head, tears running down your face, messing up your makeup as you wipe your face with your hands. abby analyzes your face before sitting back on the couch. she pats her thigh, "c'mere, let me help."

okay, this has to be a dream.

you hesitantly get off your side of the couch and sit on her lap. almost immediately, you feel the warmth radiating off her body, making you shiver a bit. she chuckles lightly, "what, are you scared or somethin'? just trying to help you since you clearly need it." you're still wiping your face, too busy to rebuttal.

she begins to explain. "so, these two are similar, but they aren't the same thing. y'know why? because this one.."

all you can focus on is the amount of contact you two have right now: her right hand slightly touching your inner thigh. her abs resting against your back. her voice, soothing and calming, in your ears. the scent of pine and clean laundry filling your nose. you knew it was wrong, but fuck, you were wet. there was probably a puddle under you by now.

"uh, y/n? you there?"

you snap out of your slutty daze, realizing you're supposed to be listening. "mm, what? can you explain that, uh, again, please?"

she laughs, putting the cards on the coffee table in front of you two. "i'm sitting right here, trying to teach you and you still can't focus that pretty little head on this? god, what am i gonna do with you?"

you turn slightly, face to face with abby. her piercing blue eyes study yours, searching for something. you don't know what comes over you, but you completely turn to face her, move your hands to the sides of her face, and kiss her.

she immediately kisses back, hands finding comfort on the top of your hips. she falls back on the couch, lips still connected as you straddle her lap. you can feel the passion, intent with every kiss you give her. her strong hands push your hips onto hers, grinding through her sweats. a soft moan leaves your lips, giving her the opportunity to insert her tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.

you pull back, catching your breath as abby continues to make your hips roll onto hers. "you know how long- hah- i've wanted to do this to you?" she breathes, eyes moving from where you two meet to your flustered face.

you look at her, eyes wide. ".. what?"

"i've wanted to kiss you for forever. wanted to have you close like this. wanted to fuck you. everything." shes now completely focused of your face, trying to read your expression.

"i thought you hated me." you're so confused, you don't know whether to cry, smile, get angry, or whatever.

"fuck- i didn't mean to, i'm sorry," she's desperate, her hands moving to your cheeks to bring you back to her face. "let me make it up to you, yeah?"

after a while, she moves her hand to cup your throbbing cunt, earning a whimper from you. "you're so fucking wet, shit," she hisses, feeling the wet spot on your cotton pink shorts. "who's this for? hm?"

the embarrassment takes over you, making you pitifully whimper as you cover your face. she's quick to swat your hand away and ask in a more demanding voice, "who made you this wet, baby?"

"y-you," you manage to choke out, subconsciously grinding into her hand. she smirks, "good girl."

the praise catches you by surprise, not to mention the way her palm accidentally catches your clothed clit. a soft moan leaves your mouth, feeding into the power dynamic between you two. "oh, you like that name, huh?" she whispers, keeping eye contact with you as she rubs your clothed cunt. "you wanna be my good girl?"

"yes, oh my god-" you're chasing your high, overwhelmed by all the feelings you feel. she hums in response, clearly satisfied by your state. she moves a hand to your face, inserting a thumb into your mouth. you suck on her thumb, moaning around it as your hips stutter against her palm. "you gonna cum f'me, bun?" she coos, not slowing down at all. all you can do is nod, too caught up in the knots forming in your abdomen. "go ahead, pretty girl. cum for mommy."

the name pushes you over the edge, making you clench around nothing in your shorts. abby still has her hand over your cunt, feeling the wet spot grow as you pitifully moan. she talks you through your orgasm, mostly praising you for how good you are to her.

as you catch your breath, she removes her thumb from your mouth and peppers small kisses across your cheeks, releasing small praise in between. once you come to your senses, she's still under you, chuckling at your fucked out state. she mutters something along the lines of 'you're so cute' before you start to giggle with her.

you accidentally grind against her while laughing, making abby whine. you immediately realize you haven't helped her at all, making you guilty. you reach a hand down to her heat, feeling her warm cunt under her sweats. she hisses, hips bucking up onto your fingers. you get up and stand in front of her.

"sit up," you say, catching abby by surprise. she hesitantly sits up, looking suspiciously at you. "what for?" she questions, side eyeing you. you chuckle as you kneel in front of her, placing hands on her strong thighs. you reach a hand up to the band of her bottoms, signaling for them to come off. "m' gonna help you."

if her boxers weren't already soaked, they definitely were now. her face heats up as she shyly takes off her sweats, leaving her in just her wifebeater and undergarments. she puts her knees up to her chest, looking away as you assess the wet patch on her boxers.

"i make you this wet, abs?" you say quietly, pointer finger tracing her slit. she slightly gasps at the contact, slightly nodding to answer your question. "use your words. i know you can do it."

"you do, clearly. you've made me this horny for you for years, so yeah." she's being a brat, acting like she's in charge! you give her cunt a small slap, a small surprised moan leaving her lips.

"act like a brat, get treated like one." she stares at you, surprised that you went from such a submissive state to a dominant persona. you tease her, feeling her sensitive bud through her boxers. she whimpers, gripping onto the couch for any stability. "i think it's about time we get these off," you pull at the top of her boxers, "don't you think?"

she immediately gets up and takes them off, sitting back on the couch. she sits and moves her hips to the edge of the couch to reveal her cunt, glistening with slick. you study her sopping cunt, making her nervous under your gaze. "not so cocky now, hm?" you tease, making her face heat up as she huffs and puffs.

"please t-touch me," she almost whispers, barely able to be heard. you could've let up from here, but you don't.

"what was that? i'm gonna need you to be a bit louder, babe."

she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, swallowing her pride. "please touch me," she musters out.

she was such a pretty site to see, how could you possibly deny her? "okay, baby."

you spread her lips apart, revealing her swollen, sensitive clit. she shudders, cold air meeting her core. she's not sure what to expect until you dip your head down and place a flat tongue on her heat, making her gasp.

her reaction makes you smile; you quickly latch onto her clit and suck, still watching her reaction. she throws her head back, moaning loudly.

"oh, you like that," you say, quickly going back to placing kitten licks onto her cunt. she's overwhelmed with pleasure, loud moans and groans leaving her mouth. when you decide to insert your middle finger into her heat, she's going over the edge, babbling your name and please's. her hand comes down and grips the back of your head, pushing your face deeper into her pussy.

her sounds get you wet all over again, making you moan into her pussy. "s-shit, m' cumming- oh, fuck," she cries, gripping your hair and pulling you closer than ever to her as her heat clenches around your finger. tears are streaming down her face as you continue to lap up her juices. after she catches her breath, you pull her into a sloppy kiss, sharing her fluids in between you two.

"shit," she breathes, pulling away from the kiss, "i'm gonna have to fuck you harder next time."

"next time? oh, we're already making dates?"

"yeah, we're gonna have multiple assignments like this later."

you both laugh and get cleaned up before cuddling on your couch and sleeping in each others arms. :,)

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[yeonjuns-beanie]

Halo Pt.1

warnings: a lot of plot, 18+, eventual smut (unprotected sex, biting, marking, light blood(play), hair pulling, body worship, dub-con, light fear play, more may be added upon update)), yandere themes(stalking, manipulation, etc)

summary: in your free time you do freelance writing, doing interviews with people most would consider strange and unusual. when you recognize that one of the regulars in your coffee shop only visits in the evening, you pose the question of whether you can interview him. upon his agreement, you realize this is unlike any other interview. 

a/n: i have no idea where this came from but its been rotting my brain. hope whoever finds this enjoys it! I'll be uploading the second half in a few days, school has been taking up a lot of my time lately.

word count: 6.7k

Vampire!seonghwa x female reader

pt.2

The hustle from the afternoon-evening rush finally settled down, leaving you a moment to catch your breath and rest your nerves. You favored working night shifts because of how routinely easy it was compared to mornings, but the one thing you loathed was the mini rushes. They lasted far too long and happened in increments that were too close together. It was like everyone forgot that the coffee shop existed and they needed to get their final fix in before the building closed. 

Appreciating the minute silence of no customers coming in through your drive-thru, you focused on the somewhat comforting static of the conversations happening in your cafe. You were able to take a simple delight in the smells behind the bar. Varying roasts, some pastries that had been left out, and the all but familiar smell that was the store. 

With the dying down of customers now that it was just an hour before closing, you waited for your arcane regular to make his nightly appearance. He was painfully beautiful, clad in all black, and a man of few words. You never really got a gauge on who he was. Now that you thought about it, he was probably the only regular that you didn’t have an extensive background on. 

As you restocked cups and lids, the bell on the door jingled signaling you to look up at who walked in. Stunning per usual, the heels of his dress shoes echoed through the lobby. Taking in his outfit, his chest was adorned in a black, hollow collar long sleeve, black slacks to match, and a designer tote to pull it all together. His hair was carefully styled, a few gelled strands falling to the front of his face. 

You threw the empty plastic holding the cups in the trash and walked over to the register a wide smile pulling at your face. He was probably the only regular you enjoyed and you were thankful at how peaceful the shop had become so you could focus on your interaction. 

“Hi Seonghwa! We doing your usual today?” 

A small smile pulled at his lips as he exhaled a contented breath through his nose. 

“Yeah, just the usual, but let’s do a large today.” 

“Got some extra work tonight?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

Punching in his order, you realized you weren’t logged in on the till so you took the liberty of giving him one of your markouts. Finishing typing in your numbers, he handed over his card. You waved your hand and frowned, declining his payment, and when his brow furrowed in confusion you spoke up. 

“It’s on me today.”

You walked over to the cup caddy and began making his drink as he followed you over to the opposite side of the bar. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” 

“I know. But you’re in here basically every day. While I’m at it, you want a pastry?”

An airy laugh left him as you lidded his drink securing the cup with a sleeve. 

“I’d love to, but not tonight.” “Alright, well, you let me know if you need anything. Besides that couple in the corner, you’ve pretty much got the night crew to yourself.” 

Thanking you, he walked over to the table that might as well have his name engraved on it. It was tucked in the corner of the building right next to the front windows. You assumed he claimed the spot as his own because he had a view of who was coming in and out of the cafe at all times. Pulling out his laptop from his bag, you walked to the back to finish up with most of your closing tasks so you and your coworker wouldn’t have much to do when the clock stroked 9 p.m. 

As you finished the last of the dishes, you peek your head out to the front checking to see if any last customers had straggled in. Realizing that Seonghwa was the only one left in the cafe, you decided that this would be your best shot to ask him what you’d been thinking about for weeks. Smoothing out your apron, you walked over to him suddenly feeling your nerves fire up. Seonghwa noticed you first and immediately figured you were coming over to tell him you had closed. Closing his laptop, he apologized as you approached. 

“I’m sorry, I must’ve lost track of time. I’ll be out of your hair.”

You threw your hands out in front of you, silently trying to halt his actions. 

“Oh, no no, w-we’re not closed yet. We still have about 15 minutes. I was actually coming over to ask you something.”

“Oh?”

Seonghwa raised his eyebrows and relaxed into his chair, he motioned for you to sit in the chair across the table. Taking a deep breath, you tried your best to swallow your anxiety realizing the gravity of what you were asking him. You were no longer abiding by the standard customer-employee interaction and were hoping desperately that you wouldn’t be overstepping a boundary. 

His presence was just unexplainably intimidating. He held himself with such a poise you couldn’t even imagine what he would look or act like unhinged. There was never a thread out of place when it came to his appearance and only now were you aware of the fact that you were sitting across him in your dirtied apron, bleached stained pants, and the mural of coffee and whipped cream that painted your shoes. 

Violently shushing the voices of panic in your head, you looked him in the eye and found the confidence that struck just moments prior. 

“I hope this doesn’t come off as offensive or anything, but I run a blog about people who most might find strange and unusual and I interview them. Why they chose to subscribe to a certain type of style, what their influences are, if they have projects they’re working on, and everything in between.” 

You watched him nod following along and waiting for you to continue. He was giving you his undivided attention and it excited you, to say the least. 

“With that being said, I find you alluring in a way that I can’t seem to apply a reason to. Combined with the intimidating aura that you ooze naturally, I would love to have you featured on my blog next–if you would be comfortable with that.”

There was a faint smirk pulling at his lips and you couldn’t tell if it was coming from amusement or if he was planning on a way to humiliate you in a manner so sophisticated it would be hard to decipher if he was denying your request.

“So…you find me, intriguing?”

“Very. You’re like what I would imagine a modern vampire to be and it’s fascinating to me.” 

You watched his body freeze for a moment, an austere gloss swiping across his eyes. If you blinked at the wrong time you would’ve missed it, but you caught it and it made the gears in your head begin to turn. Seonghwa’s eyes honed in on you, searching for an answer that he wasn’t quite sure of yet. There was a particular intensity that you hadn’t felt from him before and as he leaned forward, resting his head on his folded hands, you began to feel small in front of him for the very first time. 

It was a feeling you’d never felt before. You almost felt similar to prey until his velvet voice cut through the static silence of lingering words. 

“When are you free next?” 

“I’m off tomorrow actually.”

“Does the evening work for you?”

“Perfect.” 

“Alright.”

He agreed.

It took a moment to realize he so passively agreed to your interview. You honestly did not expect him to agree or let alone give you the time of day to explain yourself. 

“I-I, uh, great! Um, can I borrow your phone so I can save my contact in there?”

Reaching into his pocket, he handed you his phone with such grace you wondered if he was human at all. Adding your contact quickly, you sent a text message to yourself so that you could save his number after the fact. His voice pulled you from your thoughts, you almost forgot he was sitting right across from you. 

“I’ll send you my address tomorrow evening. I figure you’ll have more content to interview if I let you see my place of residence and you can really gauge my character.”

Standing up from the chair, you nodded and thanked him again, still aghast that he agreed so easily. 

“I’ll be looking forward to your message.” You began to walk back towards the bar but stopped in your tracks. 

“Would you like a refill before you head out?”

“No, I still have plenty in here, thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Seonghwa stood up, pushing his chair in and grabbing his bag. As he made his way to the front door you waved to him, a full grin plastered on your face. Once he turned the corner of the building, you locked the doors, 9 pm finally flashing across the clock. 

Your coworker emerged from the back, drawers of money in her hands. 

“Stevie gue-”

“-Did you lock the door?”

“Yup!” 

Walking back over behind the counter you stood over your coworker. 

“And you’ll never guess what happened.”

She hummed, looking up at you and giving you the go ahead to continue.

“So you know Seonghwa right?”

“The vampire regular?”

“Yeah yeah. So I was thinking to myself while I was cleaning how he’d be the perfect person to interview for my blog. I don’t know where, but I found the courage and asked him if he’d be willing to and he agreed.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m being so serious.”

The gravity of the situation hit you again as Stevie screamed into her hand and a slew of explicatives left her mouth. Your mind started to wander as to why he agreed so quickly. Was he lonely? Did he find you attractive? Or was he simply just not as intimidating as you pegged him to be? Stevie pulled you from your thoughts as she finally calmed down.

“So when and where are you meeting?”

“Tomorrow night at his place. Speaking of which let me text him real quick.”

“You’re going to his house?!” 

“He said that it would quote give me a better gauge of his character if I saw his place of residence.” 

Stevie paused looking up at you with a growing smirk. 

“That man is Dracula for sure. “Place of residence”, he has to be ancient.”

“Oh shut up. He could be 532 years old on top of it and I still wouldn’t think twice about it. He’s so hot it’s easy to let the quirks slide by.”

Walking over to tear down the espresso bar you were using, Stevie was in a fit of giggles. 

“An old ass man breaking your dry spell is so you coded I hate it.” 

You rolled your eyes and smiled as you dumped the espresso beans in their corresponding cubes before stacking them on the counter. 

“Who says I’m gonna have sex with him?”

“Bitch if you don’t have sex with him I will slap you personally for being so stupid.” 

Both of you erupted into a fit of laughs, and both of you reverted to your normally loud selves now that you were in the comfort of a closed store. Taking the few dishes left to the sink in the back, you peeked your head out yelling to Stevie.

“You cool if I finish the dishes and then I’ll help wipe down whatever you don’t have finished out here when I’m done?”

“Yeah, I kinda wanted to mop anyway.” 

Smiling you walked back over to the sink and pulled out your phone to save Seonghwa’s contact to your phone. As you clicked done in the upper right hand corner, a message from him popped up in a banner on the top of your screen. When you clicked on it, it was his address, and at the end of the text, it was signed ~*Seonghwa. 

As you were beginning to write back a grey bubble popped up, his text following soon after. 

Seonghwa: Wasn’t sure if you had the chance to save my number to your contact list and didn’t want to leave any doubt that it wasn’t me texting you.

Y/N: no worries! i appreciate the clarity

Y/N: i also wanted to thank you again for agreeing to do this with me. i have so many questions

Seonghwa: Well, I hope you have plenty of paper or a recorder of some sort because I have quite the story to tell. 

You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach, feeling utterly giddy that this astute man was texting back and forth with you. He seemed so untouchable and yet in this moment he seemed so much more lax than his typical personality. You hearted his last message and typed one last text before you began running the dishes. 

Y/N: so excited to hear all of it :) 

Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you threw the pieces of the espresso bar into the dishwasher and quickly hand washed all the pieces that couldn’t be tetrised into the washer. Grabbing a rag, you wiped down the dishes you hand washed and placed them in their respective places out on the bar. When the dishwasher beeped, you went back to open it so all the steam could be let out allowing the dishes to cool off while you wiped down the counter with Stevie in the front.

Satisfied with how the counter looked, you grabbed the last remaining pieces of the espresso bar and locked them in place in the bar. Putting the cleaning pills into the machine, you and Stevie did a once over of the store with your eyes. Nodding to each other, you took off your aprons and went to grab your stuff in the back of the store. Gathering all of your items, you and Stevie clocked out and walked to the front of the store. 

As Stevie set the alarm for the building, she yelled over at you while you were waiting at the front door. 

“Has he texted you yet?”

“Lol yeah, he has.” 

The alarm beeped, signaling that it was clear for you to open the door, you held it open waiting for Stevie to come around the corner. As she locked the door, she turned around and looked at you motioning you to hand over your phone. 

“It’s nothing serious, yet.”

“Oh, so you’re hopeful.”

Stevie wiggled her eyebrows at you making you giggle as she read over the quick interaction you had with him. 

“He wants you so bad y/n/n.”

“You’re delusional.”

“Oh, so being delusional is only okay when we're miles away from the hot person now?”

“No, but-”

“-No buts.” 

You smiled looking down at your feet trying to hide your excitement from your friend.

“Alright, well while you dream about Twilight for the rest of the night, I gotta get home to feed Ghost. I’m pretty sure she’s meowing her head off right now. Text me when you get home, okay?” 

Stevie held up a finger gun as she began to walk to her car and you did the same thing as you walked to yours. 

“I will.”

Getting in your car, you took a decompressing breath releasing all the burdens from the day at work. As you turned your car on, you knew your mind would be clouded with thoughts of Seonghwa and what you were gonna prepare for him. 

The drive home felt more like a teleportation home but nonetheless, you were glad to be facing your building. As you got out of your car, you felt that instant dread that you’d been feeling for weeks now. It was always a sudden feeling but you couldn’t ignore it. With the defensive instinct of hunted prey cascading your nerves, you looked around the parking lot near your apartment and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. You just couldn’t shake this feeling. 

Silently grateful that one of the closer parking spaces was open, you locked your car and briskly walked towards your building. Running up the stairs when the feeling of panic that something maniacal was behind you washed over you again. When you reached the top of your stairs, you placed your back against the wall looking out across the different buildings, and still nothing seemed wrong. 

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head and opened the door to your apartment. Walking in, you quickly shut the door behind you, finally feeling safe within the walls of your home. When you clicked your lock shut, your dog, Jasper, ran to you from your bedroom. Seeing him eased your shaken nerves, but only momentarily before he was distracted by something. 

His happy tail lowered and tucked between his back legs as low growls echoed through him. Slowly, he stalked over to your window and looked out toward the other buildings in the complex. Your blinds open just enough so that a small amount of the streetlight could peek through. 

Not wanting to think about whatever was on your tail anymore this evening, you walked over and shut the blinds completely so that neither Jasper nor you could see out the window. Grabbing the remote to your TV, you put on something random just to have background noise so you wouldn’t have to wrestle with the silence. Putting down some food for Jasper, you made yourself a quick dinner so you could begin drafting your questions for tomorrow.  

A half an hour soon turned into a full hour, then that one hour quickly became two and when you finally looked at your phone again it was 1 am. Satisfied with what you came up with, you closed your notebook and got yourself ready for bed. Finishing your routine, you checked your front door to make sure it was locked. A pit of worried confusion settled in your stomach as you noticed your top lock was left unchained. As you tried to reason with yourself you settled confidently on the fact that you probably just forgot when you rushed inside. Besides, the main lock was still set in place. 

You called for Jasper and opened the door to your balcony so he could use the bathroom one last time. While you were outside, you didn’t feel that oppressive feeling but you still felt like you had eyes on you and Jasper confirmed your suspicions as his tail tucked again and he stared into the distance. Fear began to freeze your body again and you wanted to get back inside as soon as possible.

“C’mon bud, let’s go to bed.” 

Jasper shook his head, his collar jingling in the night air. Walking inside, you locked the balcony door and shut off all the lights in the main area of your apartment. Calling for Jasper to follow you to bed, you laid out all your blankets before patting the mattress to signal him to come up. You turned on your LED lights, needing some sort of light to quell your nerves about how you’d been feeling since you got home. The deep purple, shining a tone similar to a black light only lit up a corner of your room. It was just enough to provide you with comfort and the promise of sleep started weighing on your eyes. 

The weight of Jasper on your sheets calmed you down and slowly sleep overcame your body. Your last thought before drifting off was not about the anxiety you felt but rather the excitement for the solo time you were going to have with Seonghwa. If only you could’ve discerned that the anxiety you felt was also courtesy of the man you were bewitched by. 

~`*`~

Your body felt like it was made of stone. You’d never felt pressure like this before let alone right out of sleep. Your eyes slowly pried open and the comfort that normally showered your room was nowhere to be felt. You tried to move your limbs, but as you made the conscious effort to move them, they stayed restrained in place. Stuck, as if they were chained to the mattress. 

As you tried to roll your body over off of its back, you realized that dead weight feeling was possessing your entire body. You were paralyzed, trammeled to what was once the solace of your bed. There was a damning pressure on your chest and it was beginning to feel like you couldn't breathe. Any breath that you could’ve caught was now lost to terror as you realized you could only move your eyes. As you scanned your room, you noticed Jasper standing on the bed, low growls escaping him as he pointed to a corner in your bedroom. 

As you followed his stance your eyes met a tall, statuesque figure standing in the corner of your room, its presence was boring into you. If you could see its eyes, you’d imagine they’d be all black, a harrowing intent lying behind them. The figure's energy felt familiar but the terror of the unknown overshadowed your reason. Fear tingled your body and you wondered if anybody would be able to help you. 

Your mind raced, wondering if this was a twisted realistic dream or if you were about to meet an early demise. The figure barely seemed to move, let alone breathe, but the energy radiating from it was horrifying. You felt like you could faintly see a smile forming where its face was. You tried to scream, but it felt like your mouth was sewn shut. Not sound or even a fraction of the movement of the scream escaped your body and it left you feeling hopeless. 

Closing your eyes, you hoped that maybe you’d be able to force your body back to sleep and whatever that thing was would dissipate into thin air the same way it appeared. A tingling feeling slowly raced through your body and you felt your limbs become your own again. Opening your eyes back up, nothing was standing in the corner anymore and that hot, oppressive feeling that was clawing at the room had faded. 

Jasper curled himself back onto your bed seemingly calmed down enough to go back to sleep. You couldn’t ignore the steady racing of your heart while you kept your dark lights illuminating the room. You were subconsciously just waiting for something else to appear. Grabbing the remote to your lights, you switched the color to a soft white, needing to have some sort of brightness to allow you to feel safe in your room again. 

~`*`~

As you tossed and turned, the hours quickly ticked by and the once navy sky peeking through your window was now turning into a canvas of pale blues and greys. An unmistakable gloom casting over the early morning sky.  You couldn’t even force yourself back to sleep, the anxiety you felt being too great to even think about sleep. Every time you closed your eyes it felt like heat was bearing down in your room, an unseen presence feeling disrespected that you would dare to ignore it. 

Sighing, you sat up in your bed and reached over to your blinds to open them a little bit more, allowing more natural light to brighten your room. For some reason, you felt that if you had nature’s light spill into your room, whatever anxiety you felt would dissipate enough for you to get some type of sleep. Checking your phone, the time flashed 7:32 and you were satisfied enough with the amount of light that was coming through. With Jasper tucked into your legs, you found a comfortable enough position and felt your mind relax enough so that you could will yourself to sleep. 

When you woke up again, it was still overcast and everything was just a bright grey color. It was oddly eerie. Some wind picked up out of nowhere and coupled with the melancholic tone of the weather already, you felt like you were in your own personal thriller. You just hoped that nothing else out of the ordinary was going to happen today. When you checked your phone and it flashed 12:52, you were pleased that you at least got some sleep. Scrolling through your notifications, you saw you had a few texts from Stevie. 

steviee: share your location with me before you forget 

steviee: cuz i know you'll end up at his house and then i won't know where you are 

steviee: i know i have the address but what if you go somewhere else

steviee: r u asleep still what's goin on 

You chuckled at your phone, your friend never failing to make you laugh when you needed it. It almost made you forget about the panic you had felt all night. 

y/n: yeah i just woke up sorry 

y/n: i had fuckin sleep paralysis and couldn't go to sleep until it was light outside smh 

y/n: location should be shared now btw 

steviee: damn, did you see the hat man? 

Stevie hearted your message saying you shared your location and her text about seeing “the hat man” brought you some needed joy. Having someone to be able to joke about the whole ordeal of last night made it seem not so terrifying. 

y/n: i literally couldn’t tell you who it was all i know is that it scared tf outta me 

steviee: right..right

steviee: well, lemme know when u leave tn and good luck

y/n:tyy :3

Shutting your phone off, you decided you should probably start getting ready so you’d have enough time to get yourself together as well as grab anything extra you’d need for the interview. Getting up, you stared at your closet trying to come up with something that would be enticing but professional enough to not raise any flags. You couldn’t deny that you had a bit of a crush on Seonghwa, but it seemed like such a distant reality that you tried to not pay much attention to it. 

You wanted to impress him though. He always looked so polished and you wanted him to feel as allured by you as you did him. The thought crossed your mind that anything you wore would be better than the work clothes he always saw you in, so you settled on something middle of the road. You threw a form fitting, black longsleeve, a black skirt, and your leather jacket on your bed and then sauntered into your bathroom to run through your routine. 

Between your shower, and dancing in between songs while you did your makeup, it quickly became 4 pm. Getting dressed, you gazed over your appearance looking for any immediate imperfections you had to fix. When you found none, you sprayed your perfume, grabbed your shoes, and walked out into the main room of your apartment. Opening the door to your balcony, you let Jasper out while you set out some food for him, figuring that you’d be out fairly late with Seonghwa’s interview. Setting his bowls down, Jasper came prancing inside, rubbing up against your leg. As you locked the door, you showered him with affection and then grabbed your purse to make your way out. 

You were leaving a little earlier than you expected, but you needed to get a new notebook for Seonghwa and you wanted to grab something to eat beforehand. Every new interview you did with someone, you wanted to grant them their own notebook, making the experience feel more personal to each individual. You had a growing collection piled in your room and you were plenty excited to add another. Looking back over your apartment to make sure you didn’t forget anything, you looked at Jasper.

“Be a good boy and watch the house, baby.” 

You flicked on the light so he wouldn’t be left in the dark and you made your way out of your apartment. When you stepped out the door though, your foot landed on something else other than the concrete. When you looked down, there was a leather bound journal with gold embellishments on the spine. You picked it up, inspecting it, and to your surprise, it seemed brand new. You wondered if it was maybe a misplaced delivery, but there was no package sticker on it. 

Seeing it as a blessing in disguise, you stuffed the journal into your bag and walked down the steps to the parking lot. One less stop meant you’d be able to debrief with Stevie before you made your way to Seonghwa’s. Driving the memorized route you had for work, you got there fairly quickly with traffic having died down. When you got out of your car, the sun was slowly tucking itself behind the mountains, casting an angelic golden glow across the sky. Walking into your job, you were happy to see Stevie at the front so that you could get the free food you wanted without the hassle. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Coming to get breakfast so I don’t pass out in front of that man.”

“It’s literally five, babe.” 

“And it’s still my breakfast.” 

Grabbing a sandwich from the display case, you slid it across the counter gingerly and looked at Stevie your lips downturned and your eyebrow slightly raised. 

“You want a drink?”

“No, just a water, if I have coffee I might actually shit myself.” 

You waited on the wall closest to behind the counter and continued talking with your friend trying to calm your nerves. Every time you had a flicker of a thought about Seonghwa you felt your heart race. Stevie’s voice pulled you from your thoughts which you were thankful for because they were about to spiral again.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re going on a date.”

Panicked you looked down at your outfit and then back to Stevie.

“Why? Is this too much? Should I go change?”

Stevie laughed and it confused you, furthering the thoughts of you looking like a fool. The timer on the oven beeped and she put your sandwich in a bag and turned around to hand it to you. 

“No, it’s not too much. Just wanted to see you squirm. You look hot.” 

Your eyes lacked amusement, a deadpanned glare shot her way. 

“Not funny.” 

“You needed to loosen up, I could smell the tension on you the moment you walked in. Hopefully he fucks it out of you.” 

“Stevie!”

She looked over her shoulder smiling at you as she walked back over to the register to help a customer. As you began to eat your sandwich, your phone vibrated in your front pocket. Pulling it out, your heart rate sped up reading that the notification was from Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa: Good evening. I hope this message finds you well. I’m ready whenever you are.

Why does he talk like that? 

You didn’t realize you had zoned out until your screen started to fade to black, your dazed reflection staring back at you. In your staggered panic, you gnawed away at your sandwich not even recognizing that you finished it until you went for a coherent bite and chomped on nothing but paper. Crumbling the bag and throwing it into the trash, you grabbed the water that Stevie left on the counter and almost got away with an Irish goodbye. 

“Text me everything!” 

“I will!” 

You pushed out of the glass door and got back into your car. Digging through your bag, you searched for your lip products before you started the vehicle. Feeling that you had fretted over your appearance enough today, you threw everything back into your bag and loaded Seonghwa’s address into your phone.  

You turned up your music, needing something to drown out the endless panic you were having now that you were actively making your way to his house. Your GPS said it was only about a ten minute drive from where you were so at the very least you were thankful to be close to an area you were familiar with. The further you drove the route to his house, the more you realized it was taking you in a similar direction to where you lived. 

Passing your apartment complex, you began driving in an area that was visibly more prestigious and affluent. The few apartment complexes turned into luxury mansions and you could only imagine from the outside, the grandeur of what the homes looked like inside. Turning on one last residential street, you turned into a development that had a guarded gate. 

“Hi, Y/n L/n for Seonghwa Park on 7772 Seraph Lane.” 

“Alright. I need to scan your ID.” 

The guard waited at your window as you rummaged in your bag for your wallet. Pulling out your ID, the man scanned the barcode and walked back into the small building. As he typed your info into the computer, he quickly printed out your guest pass. 

“Seems like you were already in the system. Have a nice day.” 

Thanking the man you tossed the pass up on the dashboard of your car. As you drove through the neighborhood, you took in how beautifully everything was maintained. The road you drove down was shrouded in willow oak trees, almost hiding the darkening sky. As you made one last right, you pulled up in front of his house. Or, mansion you suppose. 

His front yard was well kept, a willow tree hanging on the lawn. The front of his home was imposing and you felt out of touch being in such an environment. His street was quiet, almost unnervingly quiet. There was no excess noise from any main road, and with nothing but a few cars adorning the driveways of the surrounding houses, you felt unusually small. Out of place. Stepping out of your car, you grabbed your bag and fixed yourself one last time in the reflection of your car door. Locking your car, you took a deep breath and walked up Seonghwa’s elaborate driveway finally clicking into a semi-professional mentality. 

Ringing his doorbell, you waited patiently to see him on the other side. When you heard the lock of the door click out of place, one of the large, red oak double doors opened to reveal Seonghwa in one of the more relaxed outfits you’d ever seen him in. He was clad in black jeans, a mesh long sleeve draped across his upper half, and a pair of leather mules on his feet. 

A wide smile spread across his face as his eyes met your own. A glint of sheer mirth expressed across his features. 

“Y/n! So glad you made it, I hope it wasn’t too much of a hassle to find. Please, come in.” 

Timidly bowing your head, a light chuckle left you as you stepped through the front door.

“Oh, it was no trouble! Me being in the system already made the guard situation a breeze.”

Closing the door behind you, you watched him as he began to speak again. 

“I pray you didn’t find that alarming in any way, just wanted to lessen the amount of effort it would take to get beyond the gates.”

“Oh, I figured that was the reason. I appreciate you looking out for me.” 

A gentle and pleased smile spread lightly across his lips, his eyes closing only for a moment before he continued being so hospitable. 

“Can I get you anything to drink before we start?” 

“Um, a water would be great.” 

“Come.”

Seonghwa motioned his hand to follow you and as you trailed behind him you gazed at everything you could inside of his home. The ceilings were intimidatingly tall and his house was spotless, somehow more well put together than the man himself. He had macabre and abstract artwork and busts decorated his walls and some end tables. The hallway to the kitchen seemed so far away from the front door, but when you entered the room you were left in even more awe. 

“You have a beautiful home, Hwa–Seonghwa! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“-It’s quite alright, y/n. You can call me Hwa if you’d like.”

Nodding silently, you swallowed your embarrassment. Sliding you a glass full of water, you thanked him and he motioned for you to follow him again. Walking through his home, you felt like when Belle trailed behind Beast when being led to her quarters for the first time. Everything your eyes landed on either looked ancient or worth a million dollars. The hallways were long and imposing and you wondered how he lived here all alone. 

Maybe that’s something I’ll add to ask.

Approaching a white door at the end of the hallway with golden fixtures, he opened it and guided you into what you assumed to be his study. He had a table set up with chairs facing each other and he pulled your chair out as you entered the room with him. Seonghwa sat across from you, smoothing out his top as if he was being filmed on camera. Setting your bag on the table, you pulled out your phone opening up the voice memos to serve as your recorder and you pulled out the journal that you found at your front door. 

Just like last night, there was a glint in Seonghwa’s eyes that you would’ve missed if you didn’t look at the right time. You barely furrowed your eyebrows, not trying to draw attention to something so small. He had a microscopic smirk pulling at the side of his mouth, almost like he was trying to hide a smile from forming. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at Seonghwa, that glint now gone and substituted with his usual stoic gaze. 

“Ready?”

“Indeed.” 

Pressing record on your phone, you opened up to the first page of the journal massaging the page so that the spine would bend to your liking. Going to fish in your bag for a pen, you realize it was the one thing that you forgot. Sighing you looked to Seonghwa. 

“You wouldn't happen to have a pen would you?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” 

Getting up, Seonghwa walked to another desk in the room that was accompanied by a computer. Walking back over to where you were, he handed you a black and gold fountain pen that had the same exact markings that were detailed on the spine of the journal you picked up. Hesitant, you took the pen from him, your brows still furrowed as you looked at him to thank him. There was a cold, obsessive tone to his gaze as he watched you inspect the markings on the pen. 

“The same markings are on this journal that I found left outside my apartment today! That’s so weird. Kinda cool, but still weird.” 

A little extra air escaped his nose as he looked at you with amusement. 

“How peculiar.”

You felt your gut stir in anxiety for a moment but swallowed the feeling as quickly as it came. Blaming it on the fact that you had finally started the interview, and you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. Surely, he hadn’t left the journal, he didn’t even have a fraction of an idea of where you lived. A fiendish levity was cast upon his face when you looked up at him again, settling in to ask him the first question. 

His gaze was heavy. Unwavering as it seemed he was creating a mental image of this moment to save forever and needed to capture every minor detail. 

“So, what drew you to a town like this?”

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[pantherxrogers]

Are You In? - Luca x Reader x Carmy (eventually) 18+ ONLY Pt. 2

Content warnings: smut (18+ only), fingering, protected sex, explicit language, mentions of voyuerism/exhibitionism

Summary: Luca, Carmy, and Reader sit down to discuss what happened! Luca helps the Reader relax after the conversation 🥰

A/N: The slow-burn is slow-burning LMAO! No threesome yet, BUT we get to see a hint of what Luca actually thinks about the idea. This will definitely be more than three parts, but probably not more than five. Hope you guys are up for the ride! 💖

Luca's firm arm behind your back does little to calm your racing heart. You're practically squirming in your pajamas, tugging on the loose threads of the blanket that's draped across your laps. Luca's body is warm and comforting as you lean further into him. The calming up and down of his chest influences you to match his breathing. Surprisingly, it actually works.

This has become somewhat of a routine for the both of you. Luca comes home from work. You both recount your days, have dinner, and usually doze off on the couch while watching a movie. Now, you find yourself longing for the simplicity of that routine.

Instead, your run-in with Carmy is like a thorn in your side, preventing you from fully relaxing.

Before you know it, you feel Luca reaching forward to grab the remote, pausing the TV.

"Hey Carm, can you come here for a second?"

Your stomach drops at his words. You hadn't even heard Carmy's footsteps, let alone realized that he's finally reemerged from his room. If you could sink into the couch, you would.

The sound of Carmy's footsteps becomes louder before he's sitting on the chair across from you and Luca. You're finding it difficult to focus on anything aside from the worn tennis shoes that he wears. You feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment when Luca gently eases you off of his shoulder, helping you sitting up to face Carmy.

When you're shoulder-to-shoulder, Luca presses a soft kiss to your cheek. Despite your embarrassment, the gesture makes you smile and gives you a little more confidence. You're shocked when you lift your eyes, only to be met with a distinctive look on Carmy's face.

Longing.

You recognize it because you felt it only hours ago. The reminder causes a stir in the pit of your tummy.

His cerulean eyes graze over your cheeks, before settling on your full lips. You quickly cut away, choosing to focus on the firm hand that Luca rests against your bare thigh.

"Well, it seems like you two had an eventful afternoon," he teases, trying to lighten the mood in any way he can. The soft elbow that you presses into his side only furthers his desire to start laughing again. Carmy is as red as a tomato, when you both answer at the same time.

"Luca-"

"Man, I'm sorry-"

The jumbled words are enough to get a small chuckle out of all three of you. You rest your hand on Luca's, happy that he's already started out by breaking the tension in the room.

"I'll go first," you start, Carmy nodding in response.

"Carm, I'm really sorry for busting into your room like that. You're our guest. I don't want you to feel like you can't have any privacy here," you apologize, fidgeting beneath his gaze. Luca strokes your back soothingly, grounding you in place.

A brief silence fills the room, before Carmy clears his throat.

"I hear you. I'm not even that upset, since I should've closed my door," Carmy answers, crossing his arms to fiddle with the sleeve of his plain white tee. Your eyes drop down to watch the subtle flex of his muscles. Little do you know, Luca's watching you, too.

"No, really Carm, this is on me. I'm so sorry," you affirm, leaning towards him in earnest. The accepting look in his eyes heals a small part of you, both of you softly smiling in agreement.

"Yeah, mate, I swear the guilt's been eating her up," Luca cuts in, muffling the last few words into your neck as he pulls you into him to nibble skin there. The sensation makes you giggle, squirming under his affection.

You glance up, noticing the way Carmy watches in silence, relaxed into the couch now. He wears loose, worn jeans, manspreading on the chair across from you. He's radiating a different sort of energy now. It makes you feel warm all over.

When Luca pulls away, he's absentmindedly fiddling for the remote before he speaks up again.

"Carm?" Luca's voice calls out. Carmy tears his eyes away from your body, focusing on his longtime friend. You notice the brief panic on his face, like he's been caught redhanded. Knowing that feeling, you decide to help him out.

"Do you want us to leave the TV on for you?" You ask, rising off of the couch with Luca.

You take the remote from Luca, extending it towards Carmy before he politely declines. He lets you both know he'll turn off the lights and TV. Then, you're bidding him goodnight before you return to your shared bedroom.

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"Do you feel better, love?" Luca's deep voice is right next to your ear, acting as the big spoon. His strong arms make you feel secure, a barrier against everything you've faced today. You feel safe in the warmth of your shared bed. Even though not all of it was bad.

"I do, thank you," you answer him, placing a kiss on his tattooed bicep. In response, he nuzzles into your neck, leaving lazy kisses behind. It starts out slow and gentle. Luca lowers his hand to grip your hips, grateful that you don't wear pants to bed. Before you know it, you're pushing your ass back to meet his hips, nestling further into his grip.

When he raises from your neck, you turn your head to meet him in a kiss. It's slow and tentative, savoring this moment with your lover. Luca's tongue dips into your mouth, while his hands trail the curves of your body.

You let out a soft gasp when his hardening length presses into your ass. Wetness pools between your thighs, as you long for him to take you exactly like this.

Warm, firm hands dip into your oversized night shirt, gently massaging your breasts. Your head tips back when he rolls your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger. He groans out when they pebble in his grip. Kissing your neck again, Luca sucks a hickey into your skin, but you can't be bothered to protest.

"Fuck, Luca," you sigh out, focusing on grinding back onto his hard cock. Precum starts to leak in his boxers, a small wet patch forming, sticking to your exposed skin. You almost whine out when his hands leave your breasts, only for him to dip them into your panties.

"Want me to make you forget all about today, hmm?"

You're nodding your head before he can even finish his sentence. The deep chuckle he lets out is lost on you. You can only focus on the way his calloused fingers rub a slow circle into your clit.

"Oh," you gasp, raising your hips to meet his fingers. Luca gently nips at your ear, a gentle warning to keep your hips still.

"I'm going to take care of you, love, don't worry," he soothes, dipping his fingers into your wetness, before continuing to massage your clit. Your mouth hangs open in an "o" shape, head leaning back on Luca's shoulder.

The way his body wraps around you from behind makes it even harder to focus on anything else. His irresistible scent, the perfect mixture of cleanliness and a hint of his cologne that still clings to his skin. The way his soft lips kiss behind your ears, in between the filthy words he whispers to you. His hard cock rutting into your ass, slowly grinding in time with his fingers.

"Such a pretty girl I've got. It'd be a shame if I didn't take care of her," he groans, dipping a finger into your entrance, using his thumb to continue rubbing circles into your clit. You moan loudly, basking in the feeling.

"Don't want Carm thinking he has to put on a show to keep my girl entertained while I'm away," Luca teases, but the name makes your heart skip a beat. The way you clench around his finger doesn't go unnoticed. More wetness drips into his palm as he slides another finger in.

"Fuck-", you huff out, the welcome stretch pushing you closer to the edge.

"Did he turn you on, baby?" he asks, not a hint of malice in his tone. Yet, you can't bring yourself to say it. The glide of his fingers and the constant pressure on your clit make it hard for you to answer him, anyway.

"Let me hear you say it, love, it's okay," he assures you with a kiss, brushing his fingers against that spongy spot that makes you cry out into the quiet of your bedroom.

"Fuck! Y-yes, he did," you confess, cheeks burning at the statement. Your heart stops for a minute when you realize Luca's pulling his fingers away from you and leaning over to the bedside table. Just as you start to turn around, you hear the familiar crinkle of foil before he sheaths himself in a condom.

"Maybe I just need to fill you up, remind you who makes you feel this good," he says, wrapping his arms around you once again.

"Yes, please, I need it," you whine, pushing your hips back as he uses one hand to slip your panties down your hips. You almost cry out again when he dips into your wetness, before spreading it over his condom-covered length.

He uses one hand to grip the base of his cock before sliding between your folds. The wetness makes it easy for him to grind against you, the tip of his cock teasing your puffy clit with every glide.

"Fuck," you both groan out in unison, messily grinding, chasing the pleasure. The sound of your wetness fills the room, making Luca grunt into your ear. Everything about this makes your clit throb, overwhelmed by the pleasure he showers you in.

You're about to beg for him to slide into you, when he finally circles your entrance with the head of his cock. He pushes into you slowly, giving you time to adjust before he's fully inside of you. The familiar burn is still there, but your arousal outweighs any pain. Once he's seated inside you, the deep groan he lets out causes more wetness drip onto his length.

He fucks you slowly from behind, stroking your clit as well. You love when he takes you like this, feeling like the only two people in the world. The way his strong arms wrap around you as he ruts into you almost feels primal, like he can't focus on anything beside fucking you. The thought makes you clench involuntarily, Luca's head rolling back in a moan.

"Shit, babe, you feel so good," he groans, setting a quicker pace. He draws his hips back, until just the tip rests inside of you, before snapping back up into your wetness. The growl he lets out borders on animalistic, and you feel that pit building again in the pit of your stomach.

"Fuck, Luca, you're gonna make me come," you gasp, lost in the way he pounds into you from behind. He's unrelenting, snapping his hips into you at a brutal pace, the way he knows you like it.

"Yeah, I can tell by the way you're clenching down on me, love," he answers, rubbing fast circles into your clit.

"Maybe I should let Carmy see how pretty you look for me when you're about to come, hmm? Would you like that, pretty girl?"

"Ungh," you moan out, seeing white behind your eyelids. Your orgasm is so close that you can practically taste it.

"Or maybe I'd let him have a turn with this tight pussy, show him what he's really missing out on."

The words are enough to push you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you in waves. The way you clench around Luca sets him over the edge, and he slowly fucks you, prolonging the orgasm for both of you.

All you can do is lie there, the intensity of your orgasm making your limbs feel heavy. You barely register the sound of Luca getting up to throw away the condom and shuffling around the room before he gets back into bed with you.

The last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep is the soft kiss he presses into your cheek, spooning you from behind once again.

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[me-and-your-husband]

may i requesting a pt 2 of ellie x thick reader last one had me kicking and swinging my feet while twirling my hair 0____0

fuck yeahhh here we go. this is a little more modern than the last one

warnings: smut, dirty talk, reader is thick, thigh riding, strap, sex toys, oral, kinda switch ellie, language, ellie is a bit feral (once again)

as stated before, she'd absolutely DIE if you sat on her face. like literally ascend to heaven.

"ellie, but what if you can't breathe?"

"i'd die a happy woman. come here."

she'd lick you out so well, hands never ever leaving your ass, fingers squeezing the soft flesh

if you were laying in bed on your stomach, she'd just lay her face right on your ass, letting out a content sigh as you look back at her like girl wtf but you eventually get used to it

if you're into wearing dresses or skirts, she would literally start drooling immediately. she'd be taking you out on a date and you come out dressed in this cute little sun dress, so short your ass was almost peaking out. she was almost BEGGING for the wind to pick up just so she could get a view of "that sweet, sweet ass", as she liked to call it

if you were taking her strap (i think we've all collectively decided it's purple), she'd always want to give it to you in doggy so she could watch your ass jiggle and spread as she pounded into you, feeling the juicy flesh of it slapping into the top of her thighs

you'd literally be getting in the shower the next day, walking past the mirror and noticing the bruises in the shape of her hands on your ass from her death grip on them the night before

you couldn't even get mad at her tho. it just made her blush when you showed her

"what can i say? love your ass."

however, if she was taking your strap, she'd literally fall apart if you gave it to her in missionary. this way, she can still kinda see your ass bounce as you pound into her.

her ABSOLUTE fav tho? when you you ride her in front of a mirror. she'd be facing the mirror and you'd be sat on her lap. she'd have a perfect view of your ass bouncing on her through the mirror, also being able to bury her face in your tits, play with them, watch you come undone, your watch where her strap/fingers disappeared in your pussy

probably has you in her phone as "favourite piece of ass 4ever" cause she thinks it's funny (you don't find it that funny)

she's a MENACE in dressing rooms. since ur both girls and most retail workers would probably just assume you're typical girls who need to show each other shit before they buy it, she literally follows you into EVERY SINGLE change room. she's not subtle about it either. girl barely ever goes shopping for herself unless you go with her and force her, so she's mostly just watching you try on stuff. in this scenario, you're shopping for a new bathing suit and she's sat on that little stool or bench in the corner, manspreading, unashamedly staring at you as you change.

when you end up inspecting this thong-style bikini bottom in the mirror, ellie says "y'know you can't get that, right?"

your brows furrow. "why?"

"if you wear that out, i'll be bending you over one of those ugly lawn chairs before you can even get in the pool."

"ellie!"

she'd just laugh, then go, "turn around. i want another picture of that ass."

let's just say you absolutely cannot ever go biking with her. the first (and only) time you went, she crashed into a tree cause she was so focused on your ass on that tiny little seat in those tiny little shorts when a squirrel or something ran in front of her. she veered to miss it and flipped the entire bike into a tree.

you could barely sit in peace. she'd literally just slot herself behind you and sit you between her legs, her hands coming to rest on your ass

she'd constantly be trying to make you squirt. not really relevant but

don't tell me she wouldn't pretend to fuck you from behind when you bend over to grab something like a teenage boy because she totally would don't lie

sometimes when you're cuddling, she'll just stick her hands between your thighs because they're so warm and squishy and she melts

you've also established that you can't go to the gym together for two reasons.

a) she thinks everyone is always staring at your ass when you wear leggings and

b) she's always staring at your ass when you wear leggings

she's probably almost started a fight multiple times over this too

"hey man! you staring at my girl's ass?"

he was a MASSIVE dude. you panicked and grabbed her by the shirt and BOOKED IT out of that gym

hand always on your thigh

no matter which one of you was driving, her hand was on your thigh

if you were wearing a dress, shorts, or a skirt, she'd constantly be kneading the bare flesh of your thigh.

she'd definitely draw little tattoos on your thighs when neither of you could sleep. she'd have this thin-tipped sharpie on the nightstand and she'd just grab it and start drawing.

sometimes she'd do it when you're sleeping. you'd wake up and there'd be a bunch of art on your thighs and your heart would swell

once, you noticed she wrote "my beautiful girl. mine forever." on your thigh and you almost started crying tbh cause i would

but mostly she writes little notes like "let's fuck when you find this" because girl is ALWAYS ready to fuck

i feel like a lot of headcanons say she loves giving, which is true, but ellie deserves some love too and she definitely deserves release

i feel like she'd be so vocal, so needy, so whiny. she'd absolutely LOVE to ride your thigh. she'd overstimulate herself grinding down on it, kissing you drunk and whimpering into your mouth. she wasn't even embarrassed when she saw the slick spot left on your plushy skin from her drooling cunt

i just know ellie likes them thick and is feral for it.

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[weemsfreak]

Full Circle -Par 3

Part 1

Larissa Weems x fReaderOC

Summary: After Prudence's fathers death, she struggles to get back to her sport, golf. Larissa finally has time to indulge in her long forgotten sport as well, meeting some friends and culprits along the way. Both women hope to find joy on the course, but will they find something unexpected as well? ~6.9k words.

✂ Song that goes well with the fic: Dear Prudence by Siouxsie & The Banshees (linked at bottom)

Note: Hi everyone! So, many people seemed to like the idea of Larissa being part of a country club. I chose golf because I'm more familiar with it than tennis or anything else. There were so many ways I wanted this to go, so I hope that I met your expectations! This is pt 1 of probably 2. (If anyone else wants to be tagged in pt 2, let me know)

Warnings: A bit of misogyny, harassment, alcohol

@dopenightmaretyphoon @danverssawyer @dingdongthetail

Also, you're welcome for blessing your eyes with this image. I wanted to create digital art of her, but I haven't had time, so this is partially AI generated.

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Larissa's life had always been busy, excessively busy. For years, she had been caught up in the rollercoaster of a journey to becoming a teacher at Nevermore Academy, and eventually the Headmistress. She has had little to no time for herself, even during the summer months. However, about five years ago, a weight had been lifted. Well, it felt lighter, as she now had time. Time to return to a passion that she had long neglected and missed dearly. 'You're not getting any younger', she reminded herself. 'Get back out there'.

With that, she found herself at a golf club just outside of Jericho, purchasing a new set of clubs.

After playing alone for most of the season and getting back into the grove of things, she crossed paths with a trio of seasoned golfers: Tom, Glen, and Richard. They had noticed her playing by herself a few times, and one day asked if she would like to join their group.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing playing alone?" Richard asked, winking at Larissa. The headmistress scoffed at the label, 'pretty little thing'. "I'm just getting back into the swing of things" she replied, trying to brush off his comment. "Come play with us, we've never had the pleasure of playing with a young lady before" Richard replied, wiggling his eyebrows. Tom chimed in, "Yeah, we could teach you a thing or two."

Larissa reluctantly agreed to join the men, and found that their persistent staring during her address wasn't doing her any favors, as her shots were less than ideal. About halfway through the game, Larissa regained some confidence, and started putting more power into her shots. "Pretty good, for a woman" Richard commented with a sly smile. Larissa rolled her eyes at him.

Despite Richards teasing and rude comments, the older men had recognized the potential in the younger woman. They knew that she had strength hidden behind that 'slender frame of hers', as they called it. Hell, she already had the precision.

"I'll make you a deal" Richard smugly said, smirking up at the woman. She straightened her posture and nodded down at him, "Alright." Richard observed Larissa's clubs, noting that they were top of the line. Perhaps money wouldn't motivate this woman. "You got a very nice set of clubs there, it's clear that you have potential. If you beat me on this hole, I'll give you $100." Larissa raised her eyebrows, a bet? She wasn't motivated by the money much, but beating this elderly man and showing them up, well, that was intriguing. "Deal" she said confidently.

As it was, Larissa put her all into everything that she did. Her drive sent the ball soaring with remarkable distance and precision. When it came time to putt, she had hope that she could beat Richard, for she prided herself on her putting skills, which for a lot of people was not a forte. Larissa and Tom managed to finish with a birdie, and Richard and Glen on par. "Well I'll be" Tom marveled. Richard let his eyes rake over Larissa's tall form, a smile pulling at his lips. "She has talent and beauty gentlemen, she's a keeper." Larissa couldn’t' help but shake her head at him as she let out a giggle. "Here you are" Richard said, handing Larissa a crisp hundred dollar bill. "Don't spend it all in one place."

Larissa continued to play with the three men for years, earning their respect and forgoing genuine friendships. She learned a lot from them, not only about golf, but also about life. When a golf season ended, she looked forward to the next. But, as fate would have it, after three seasons Richard didn't show up for golf. Tom and Glen solemnly informed Larissa that he had passed away. She silently thanked him for what he did for her, for he had turned her into a better golfer.

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You have been playing golf since you were a child. Over the years you have learned all the ins and outs of the game from your father, who had been a professional golfer himself at one point. His passion, and yours, for the sport was unmatched. Together you dedicated countless hours to perfecting your swing, honing your putting, and mastering every aspect of the game.

After your fathers passing, you found it very hard to muster the energy or motivation to play, especially without him by your side. Yes, you were grieving, your father and the game. It felt like when you lost him, that part of your life was lost too. Golf, for you, was lost in translation, out of the question, and thrown into the abyss.

And that was how you felt, for the longest time. That was, until your most recent life changing decision. You quickly fell in love with the mountains, greenery, and breath of fresh air that was Jericho, Vermont. You had never ventured far from your hometown, but now, you figured it was time.

Your father had gifted you a set of clubs once you had stopped growing. They were the latest models at the time, and they suited you perfectly. The only club in your bag that was not so new, was your driver. When you were younger and your father had stopped playing professionally, he had gifted you his pride and joy, his driver. After years of wear and tear, though, it was becoming a bit shabby.

You pulled up to the golf course just outside of Jericho, 'West Bolton Golf Club'. You had been here a couple of times recently, your first time back out was harder for you than you had anticipated. Yet, after not playing for a long while, you were still as good as ever. A tad rusty, you will admit, but you thought your father would be proud. You stood your clubs next to a table outside the clubhouse and opted for a sandwich before teeing off. You hummed quietly as you ate, soaking in the sun and the warmth it brought you. It was a beautiful day for golfing, gorgeous in comparison to the other days that you were here.

As you sat and ate, excited to get out on the course, you heard some men laughing at a nearby table. Old men jokes, you thought, never really funny. You turned your attention to them as you watched an older man reach his hand out and playfully swat at a woman's arm. They were all laughing, seeming like they were genuinely enjoying each others company, it made you smile. When you were finished with your sandwich, you walked to the trash and discarded your wrapper, then made your way back to your table. You had caught the eye of one of the older men, as he watched you sit back down and rearrange your clubs. You were glancing at the woman at the table, trying your best to be somewhat stealthy. She was an image, she looked like she was straight out of an old movie. She was definitely a member here, there was no doubt about that. Her whole demeanour screamed wealthy, though it was odd. Usually it would be no surprise to see an older woman at a golf club dressed to the nines, but this woman looked considerably younger than these elderly men. The color of her hair was making you think otherwise, but you'd swear it to be blonde, not white. "Hi there" one of the old men smiled, waving at you and pulling you away from your staring. You smiled and looked around, was he talking to you? He was looking at you. "Hi" you waved back, blushing in embarrassment.

Your attempt to be stealthy was not successful, it seemed. He definitely saw you gazing at the woman, what if she was his wife? The man smiled and made a 'come here' gesture with his hand, to which you stood and made your way to their table. "I haven't seen you here before, you new?" You looked around the table and found six eyes focused on you, two of which were distractingly beautiful. You swallowed, "Yes, I just moved here." The man nodded and responded warmly, "Well, welcome to West Bolton, sit, sit." You returned a quiet thanks before settling in the only empty chair, next to the woman. "I'm Glen, this is Tom" Glen gestured to the man beside him, then turned to the woman, "and this is Larissa." Tom nodded your way, and Larissa extended her hand with an enchanting red-lipped smile. The woman's appearance was nothing short of stunning. She exuded an air of wealth and sophistication, from her golf attire to her jewelry, from her meticulously styled hair to her bold yet elegant makeup. The way she laughed, the way she drank her wine, not to mention her confident demeanor, screamed at you. It was clear now that she was considerably younger than the older men, her porcelain-like complexion fixing you in a trance.

"Nice to meet you, darling" she greeted. You stammered as you shook her hand. You knew that you should give them your name in return, but your breath caught in your throat when the woman's smooth British accent hit your ears. "Y-you too, I'm Prudence." The woman continued to hold your gaze, and you then realized how close you were sitting to her. From this proximity, you could see that her skin was smooth and pale. You couldn't help but feel that you'd hurt her if you touched it. You didn't mean it in the way that she looked old and fragile though, heavens no, but in the way that artists would portray angels- bright, creamy, delicate, exquisite.

"So Prudence, do you play often?" Tom asked, breaking the silence. You shook your head, "Not much anymore, but I used to." Tom gestured to your clubs, "Those are nice clubs you got there." You smiled and nodded in agreement, "Thank you. My father gave them to me, he taught me how to play." "Who's your father? Would we know him?" Glen asked in curiosity. "Paul Clair" you replied proudly. Tom's eyebrows raised, "Paul Clair? From Tennessee?" You confirmed with a nod, "That's him." The old men paused and exchanged glances. "He was excellent at his sport, our condolences" Glen replied. After another moment of silence, Larissa turned to you. "We're going to tee off in a minute, would you like to join us, Prudence?" You considered her invitation, you were intrigued by this woman. But, you were working on your technique, and you didn't want to hold them up.

After politely declining, you allowed the group to get ahead of you before making your way to the first hole. You placed your tee into the ground and set up as you let the fresh air of the fairway fill your lungs, relief flooding your veins. You had always found solace in the manicured fairways and lush greens, which you desperately needed recently, especially today. After teeing off and sending the ball soaring through the sky, you smiled to yourself, "Pru, you still got it".

You took your time to correct your silly mistakes and scold yourself for things about which you knew better, until half way through, when you caught up with the group in front of you. Glen, Tom, and Larissa were at the next hole, joined now by two younger men. You scrunched your face up in confusion, there were only four allowed in a group.

Tom spoke to the newcomers, who looked eager to impress. "Newbies, eh? You wanna learn a few things?" The younger guys exchanged glances before nodding at the old man, "Yeah, sure." Tom demonstrated, setting up the ball and taking his shot, sending it straight down the fairway, out of sight. "Alright, your turn" Tom motioned to one of the boys. You observed the younger men, noticing that they carried themselves rather tall, chests puffed out and chins high. One of them walked up to the tee box and set his ball up, gripping his club and getting into position. The other boy was seemingly fixated on Larissa, and you realized that she was who they were eager to impress. You watched as the ball was sent flying with great strength, but it was a slice, and it landed in the trees. The next newbie took a turn, but didn't make contact with the ball on his first swing. He cursed before trying again and making contact, but not sending the ball far, at all. "Alright, alright" Tom intervened, giving the boys a few tips. After a few minutes, Tom walked back over to Glen and elbowed him playfully. You watched as Larissa chuckled and shook her head, as if she knew what was coming. "Alright boys, I'll make you both a deal." The boys smiled and replied with okays. Tom pointed to Larissa. "If one of you drive the ball further and with more precision than Larissa here, I'll give you each $50." The boys both turned their attention to Larissa, before giving her a one over and a smile. "You boys better buy the woman a drink with your winnings" Glen joked, the boys agreed happily.

You moved closer, eager to see how this bet would play out. Larissa turned to you as you walked up behind her. She smiled, "Shall I give them a run for his money?" You chuckled and nodded your head, "Give it all you've got."

The boys tried again, determined to impress. You had to give it to them, they did better than the first time. "Not bad boys, not bad" Tom praised. "You're up, Rissa." Larissa approached the tee box with a graceful sway of her hips, and placed the tee in the ground. As she set up, you couldn't help but roll your eyes. The boys wandering gazes were venturing lower, they weren't even trying to hide it. Larissa took an elegant practice swing before aligning her club up with the ball. You watched her, captivated by her movements. She was so proper and graceful with everything that she did, every move that she made. She swung and drove the ball, sending it straight down the fairway with grace. "I think that went further than mine" Tom laughed. The boys let out frustrated groans and chuckled in embarrassment. "Well boys, the lady beat you. Don't dwell on it too much, I'll buy you both a drink when were finished." You watched as they all packed their clubs and hopped into their golf carts. Larissa headed to the cart and returned her driver, but before she left, she turned her attention to you and gave you a wink, leaving you in awe.

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1

After a particularly taxing day at work, you sought comfort from the golf course. You decided to sit at a table and order a drink before you started. It was relatively calm tonight, as the beautiful day had turned chilly far too soon. However, the day turned beautiful once more when you caught a glimpse of light blonde hair in a passing group of people. To your surprise, and utter delight, Larissa was sitting at a table, alone. You wasted no time in gathering your belongings and walking over to her. "Hi!" you greeted, gazing down at the older woman. Larissa's face lit up with a smile when she met your eyes, "Hi darling, have a seat."

You settled into the chair beside her and took note of her choice of drink, red wine. You watched as long elegant fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass and manicured hands brought it to her lips. "You blew the boys out of the water the other day, quite impressive" you giggled. Larissa swallowed and chuckled, "Oh, you flatter me so."

You looked around at her empty table, "Where's Glen and Tom?" Larissa waved her hand dismissively, "Sometimes they're too much. I'm flying solo today." You nodded in agreement, "So, how do you know them?"

The woman smiled, reminiscing about the day she met her older friends. "Well, when I first started here, they made a bet with me, much like yesterday. Richard, may he rest in peace, said that if I bet him, he'd give me a hundred dollars." Larissa chuckled, shaking her head, "I got the hundred, and they invited me to play with them. At first they flirted with me and made stupid jokes, but I fired back, and they soon learned that I wasn't going to take any shit." 

You laughed at Larissa's story, "Wow, that's amazing!" The woman nodded, "I still have the hundred, it's on my wall." Your eyes widened in shock, you would've spent that money so fast. "So neither of them are your boyfriend, or husband?" you blurted. Immediately regretting your question, you slapped a hand over your mouth. You don't know what prompted you to ask that, you just wanted to clarify, for some reason. Larissa burst into laughter, throwing her head back as her hand flew to her chest. "No! No love, I'm not with either of them" she replied reassuringly. You let out a breath of relief, "Oh! Okay." Larissa suddenly narrowed her eyes at you. "Did you really think I was that old?" Heat crept up your cheeks, and you felt the need to explain yourself. "Oh, no! I knew you were younger. Well you look younger, but that doesn't mean anything" you smiled, embarrassed. The woman nodded her head in understanding and looked down at her wine glass. "How old do you think I am?" she asked. You froze, you hated that question. Um, 30? 50? You were horrible at this guessing game. "Umm, 40?" you replied sheepishly, it really was your best guess. She smiled, "Close, I'm 49." Your jaw dropped, she didn't look anywhere near that age, not that 49 was old. "How old do you think I am?" you asked. Larissa furrowed her brow as she studied you carefully. You just sat there, feeling like you were being penetrated by her gaze. "Late twenties" she finally said. You shrugged and smiled, "Yeah, good guess."

After Larissa's red was gone, she asked you to accompany her on the course, to which you happily agreed. This woman was a beast at the game, being on par almost every hole (and sometimes under), and never slicing the ball into the trees, water, or bunker. She was a joy to golf with, sharing tips and tricks whenever you needed them. You thought that she would be an excellent teacher. It was apparent that she loved to help and pass on her knowledge.

You watched from behind as Larissa putted, noting the small details of her form. Her putting form, that was. Well, maybe her physical form too. She wore a baby blue colored golf skirt that showed off her long legs and accentuated her wide hips. Her white colored polo shirt fit her perfectly. Her clothes were always pristine with no wrinkles, you could learn a lot from her. Her shoes were white, of all colors, stained with nothing, no grass, no dirt. As your gaze raked over her form from head to toe, you berated yourself internally, for you were no better than any man.

As the sun set and darkness fell, making it impossible to see, you both decided to call it a night. "You did amazingly today, darling" Larissa complimented. Blushing, you packed up your clubs and took them out of the golf cart. "Thank you Larissa, as did you." Larissa's gaze shifted down to your clubs, and she noticed a charm hanging off of your bag. She took the photo delicately in her fingers, "What's this?" It held a photo of your father, which you had placed in a clear case and attached to your bag. It made you feel like he was with you whenever you golfed. "That's my father. I didn't golf for a long time after he passed, so this makes me feel like he's still golfing with me." Larissa looked at you sincerely before running her hand down your arm soothingly. "Well, I'm so glad that you decided to get back to your sport, Prudence. He would be so proud." Larissa smiled down at you before holding her hand out to you. "Can I have your phone for a moment?" You reached into your pocket and handed her your phone, unsure of her intentions. She quickly entered her number into your contacts and handed it back. She had called herself 'Larissa (from golf)' which made you chuckle. "There's my number, incase you ever want someone to golf with, or just to talk to." You smiled up at the lovely woman, reveling in the warmth that her bright blue eyes radiated. "Thank you, Larissa."

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You found yourself driving to a liquor store in Jericho one evening. You had been non stop thinking about wine recently, but you were unsure as to why, you weren't usually a wine drinker. You were searching the store for a brand or variety that may appeal to you, when you set your eyes on red. You had in mind white, or perhaps rose, but something about red was very, very tempting. You picked up the bottle and read the description, you knew it would be strong and dry. You scrunched your face up in question, why was this so appealing to you? Suddenly, you remembered where you got the craving for red, Larissa.

You heard the door bell ding, indicating that someone was entering the store. Speak of the angel and she shall appear, or rather think of her. Her eyes scanned the store as she subconsciously made her way to your isle. She stood next to you and grabbed a bottle of red, the same bottle that you were holding. She didn't notice you standing there at first, and you used that time to take her in. She was wearing a sage green sleeveless dress, and a scarf tied around her head. She adorned nude colored kitten heels, and when you realized how tall she really was, you gasped lightly. Larissa swiveled her head around quickly to find you peering up at her. "Oh, hello love" she spoke, surprised but delighted to see you. You quickly smiled and averted her gaze, hoping she didn't notice your staring, "Hi Larissa." The woman took the bottle in her hands and held it next to yours. "We have the same taste, do we?" she chuckled lightly. You blushed and spoke hesitantly, "I actually never tried red before." Larissa turned to you with a grin, looking you up and down. "Well, I recommend it. It is my favorite, after all." You nodded, if this was Larissa's favorite, you'd at least try it. "So, I take it you live in Jericho?" You replied with a yes. "As do I" she smiled. After you purchased your wine, you walked out of the shop together. "Would you like to golf together again, Prudence? Perhaps Saturday?" You smiled wide and nodded your head excitedly, "I'd love to, I'll see you then."

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2

Saturday rolled around and you were eager to get on the course. You had played a couple of times by yourself recently, and your body ached from the exercise. Being out of practice was defiantly taking it's toll on you.

You played with the older woman, and delightfully you two became closer. You  learned that Larissa was the headmistress of Nevermore Academy, which you were not surprised about at all. When she had told you what type of school Nevermore was, you were a bit nervous, due to being unfamiliar. As you and her talked though, you became increasingly intrigued by Larissa's stories. You learned that her name was Larissa Weems, and you decided that you loved how her name rolled off of your tongue.

"Do you mind?" Larissa asked with a grin, handing you a bottle of sunscreen. She turned around so that her back was facing you, and pointed to the parts of her shoulders and neck that weren't covered by her tan sleeveless polo. "I can't reach very well, but I'm afraid I burn fairly easily."

You poured some sunscreen out into your hand, gently smoothing it over her skin. The warmth of her pale skin, and the contact in general, quickly brought a blush to your face. You tried your best to not miss any spots as you focused on not feeling, or looking, too flustered. Once you applied the sunscreen, you ran your hands lightly down her forearms. On purpose? By accident? You didn't know. Larissa turned around and took the sunscreen from you with a side smile and a flutter of her lashes, "Your turn."

As you spent more time with the headmistress, you quickly found yourself becoming enamored with the tall woman. She was a remarkable golfer, and you both bonded over your similar taste in clubs and similar techniques. She was easy to talk to, she was very sweet, and she was incredibly kind hearted. She had a playful, youthful spirit that was apparent with her constant jokes and antics. She was always ready to bring a smile to your face. Yet, she possessed a mature and responsible side, and when the situation called for it, she could assert herself firmly. You admired this quality of hers, especially since you tended to avoid confrontations. Larissa was the guidance that you needed in life, yet the friend that would support you. You prayed that your connection with the woman would continue to deepen, as you cherished your moments with her.

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"It's a beautiful day for it" Glen remarked, pulling his driver from his bag.

"Sure is" Tom replied. The older men watched Larissa as she prepared to tee off, carefully placing her tee in the ground and taking a practice swing to gauge her aim, factoring in the breeze.

"So Larissa, we haven't-"

"Tom, can't you see that I'm golfing here?" Larissa interrupted, standing and turning to her friend while narrowing her eyes at him. Tom held up his hands in surrender, "Sorry."

After Larissa took her shot, she turned back to him. "I was going to say that we haven't seen you in a bit. Have you grown tired of us old bags?" he joked, elbowing Glen.

Larissa chuckled and shook her head. "No, of course not. I've just been busy."

Tom and Glen teed off, moving to find their place on the fairway. "Busy huh, with what? You're off for the summer, you can't be doing work" Glen exclaimed.

Larissa rolled her eyes, they loved to get her going sometimes. She glanced down at her ball on the fairway, balancing her hand on her club. "I've just been doing my own thing."

Glen and Tom glanced at each other, giving knowing looks. "You've been playing with that young girl, haven't you?" Glen huffed in false annoyance.

The elder men knew that Larissa was interested in women, and they were always supportive. That's why they found it amusing to watch the young men flirt with her, for they didn't stand a chance. Yet, Larissa has been single for a long while, the old men were aware of that too. She didn't want them making jokes about you and her when you were purely just friends. Hell, she didn't even know if you liked women, let alone her. She scrunched her face up at the older men, hoping to appear convincing in her lie. "No I have not, why would you say that?"

Tom chuckled, "I saw your name in the books."

 Larissa stared at them, expressionless, before sighing and nodding her head. "Okay, we have played together a few times."

The old men laughed before moving on to their putting. "Nothing wrong with that" Glen spoke.

"Is she good?" Tom chimed in.

Larissa smiled, thinking back to the times that you two had played together. "Very good, almost as good as I am" she replied, sinking the ball and beating both men by a stroke.

"Shit" Tom murmured.

"Well, bring her out next time, Rissa. We'd love to see her play," Glen suggested.

Larissa gave them a knowing look, "You'd love to annoy her, you mean."

Tom chuckled and placed his hand on Larissa's upper back. "Yes, that too."

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3

Although you were confident in your golfing abilities most of the time, you had always been nervous about golfing with others. You feared that you might hold them back, or appear too cocky, or god forbid have a particularly bad day. Alas, when Larissa texted you and asked if you wanted to play with her and the older men, you had decided that was 'the way of the game', as your father used to say.

You loaded your clubs into a golf cart and sat next to Larissa. Her outfit of the day caught your attention, as it always did. She looked stunning in her red sleeveless dress, which matched her red lips and contrasted nicely against her porcelain skin. She smiled down at you when she saw you eyeing her outfit. She reached out and stroked your arm, making a rush of warmth spread over you as your gaze shot up to meet hers. "How are you today, darling?"

You felt your heart flutter at her question, her eyes brightly boring into your own. She never failed to make you feel cared for and important. "I'm good Larissa, how are you?"

Larissa turned the cart on and shifted into drive, smiling wide.

"Much better now that I'm here with you."

As Larissa drove to the first hole, you dug out a cold alcoholic beverage. You knew it wasn't allowed on the course, as they wanted you to buy drinks from the shop. Sucks for them, you only had so much money, and the prices at the club were steep. "What have you got there?" Larissa asked, peering down at the can in your hands. "Vodka soda, want one?" You dug through your bag, pulling out another. Larissa shrugged and scrunched up her nose playfully, "Sure, why not."

As the day progressed, you found that you were playing rather well. Glen and Tom occasionally made remarks, one about you being so young, and something about Larissa and women. You didn't know what they were getting at exactly, so you ignored them. Larissa and the men shot comments back and forth as you sat in the background in hysterics. The old men really seemed innocent, and you now understood why Larissa liked them so much. By the 9th hole, you had become relaxed and comfortable with their bickering. It was all in good fun, after all.

"Aww, ducks!" you exclaimed, pointing to ducks in a pond while you were passing by in the golf cart. Larissa turned to catch what you were pointing at and stopped to let you enjoy the moment. However, she stopped so abruptly that Tom and Glen almost rear ended your cart. "Rissa, get going!" Tom yelled. Larissa ignored him and turned to you, "Do you want to go see the ducks darling?"

You excitedly nodded your head and exited the cart, walking over to the pond. You observed the ducks happily as they dived for food and quacked, swimming about the small pond. You remembered how your father would point all the animals out to you while golfing, the ducks in the pond, the rabbits in the woods, and the cows that lived next to the golf course, the one back home. You were always scared that if you didn't send the ball straight, it would curve and hit one of the cows.

"C'mon, they're just ducks" Glen chuckled.

"Leave her alone, what are you in a hurry for" Larissa replied, sitting in the cart patiently watching you. She smiled as she marveled over you. She thought that your interest and love for the simple things was adorable, and she would never want to take any joy away from you. She found that, even though you had only played together a few times, you reminded her to slow down and take her time with things, to appreciate them more. In Larissa's busy everyday life, she had forgotten how to do that. She admired the way you thought about things twice, so that you would do them right, but at the same time, you weren't too caught up in the competition, in the hustle and bustle. You went at your own pace and did your own thing, and that was how it should be.

You walked back to the cart and got in, smiling ear to ear. You were grateful for her support, and you appreciated her sticking up for you. "Thanks, Larissa" you said, blushing slightly at her. "Of course love" she replied, reaching for your hand and stroking her thumb over your skin.

You were teeing off at the next hole when Glen noted your worn out driver. "You got a lot of use out of that" he said, pointing to the scuffed up and dented head. You picked it up and brushed it off, "Yea, I guess I could use a new one." "You'd do better with a new one, that one is probably throwing you off" Tom noted. You nodded and chuckled, "I'll get a new one, eventually." Larissa took note of your attitude, it was like something was bothering you. "They have nice ones at the shop darling, we can go look at them" she chimed in. You shrugged, "Maybe another day, I'll have to save up" you embarrassingly admitted.

You sat in the golf cart enjoying a snack as Larissa conversed with the older men. Your jaw almost dropped when your gaze landed on her, the sun cascading around her form and accentuating her red accents. The sky was unusually colorful today, with pink, orange, and yellow hues blended together smoothly. Larissa's smile glowed even more than on a normal day, and her eyes crinkled with joy. She was truly a breathtaking image. An image. You gasped excitedly when you recalled packing your polaroid camera, and you quickly pulled it out of your bag. You looked through the camera lens and focused it on her, your hands shaking as you tried to keep it steady. As you were about to snap the photo, Larissa turned and started walking toward your cart. You pulled away from the camera nervously, hoping to snap a photo without her seeing. You said screw it as you lined the camera lens up with her, ceasing an opportunity that was too good to pass up. She smiled to herself and her gaze met the sky as she made her way to you. You snapped the shot. Candid photos were always beautiful, as they captured the essence of a person. You laid your camera carefully back in your bag, listening to the whirring of the printing photo. Larissa sat next to you, still smiling wide as she gestured to the sky. "Isn't it beautiful, darling?" You looked up at the array of colors, before lowering your gaze to your bag. You chuckled to yourself, debating on letting your thoughts run with the breeze and carry themselves to her ears, 'It's not as beautiful as you.' Alas, you refrained and your gaze met hers warmly. "It really is Larissa, it's so beautiful."

After the 16th hole, you loaded your clubs into the cart and settled in the passenger seat again. You had a few drinks while on the course, which may have affected your performance, but not too much. You were caught off guard as Larissa stepped on the gas, giggling, as she thought it would be hilarious to leave Tom and Glen in the dust. You squealed as you fell gently into the woman, and quickly grabbed the handle to pull yourself away. She raced down the dirt path to the next hole, and you watched as the sunscreen fall out of the cart and onto the ground. "Shit Rissa, the sunscreen!" you hollered. The older woman slammed on the breaks, the cart drifting in the dirt and gravel. You jumped out and retrieved the sunscreen, laughing hysterically. "Geeze, you gotta be somewhere?!" you said, eliciting a cackle from Larissa as she drove down the path. When you stopped, she leaned closer to you and took your hand in hers again. Her plump lips curled up into a cute smile as brown eyes met blue, and you blushed. "You're very fun to be around, Prudence. Thank you for coming out today" she whispered. Your blush deepened as you looked down at your intertwined hands and squeezed hers reassuringly, "It's my pleasure. You're a delight, Larissa."

Glen ended up winning this round, with Larissa in second and you in third. Tom, being the loser, offered to buy the drinks. As you all sat, worn out from the day, a man appeared at your table, "What can I get you all?" He looked younger than Larissa, yet older than you. You noticed that he was paying an unusual amount of interest towards the woman. He talked enthusiastically, and you watched him as he took the old men's orders of beer, your order of a rum and coke, and Larissa's order of red wine. He took Larissa's order last, looking her up and down with a smirk. He then opened his mouth, to your dismay. "I saw you playing today Larissa, not your best day huh? Maybe it's because you're not wearing your blue skirt. That one shows you off nicely" he winked. Before you, or anyone else could say anything, the man walked away. Larissa let out a groan in annoyance and placed her head in her hands. "What the hell is his problem!?" you asked, frustrated and confused. Larissa sighed and turned to you, about to respond, when Glen spoke up. "He's a cocky young thing. He works and plays here. When Larissa first started playing, he challenged her."

"He challenged her, and Rissa beat him! Now he's sour about it" Tom added, rolling his eyes. Larissa leaned in closer to the men and whispered in disgust, "He never leaves me alone. I always see him eyeing me, little pervert."

"He'll get what's coming to him" Tom replied confidently, taking a drink of his beer.

After a drink and some much appreciated golf advice from Glen and Tom, another man made his way to your table and stopped next to Larissa. "Red wine, a fine choice" he said, flashing her a toothy smile. Larissa smiled back and nodded, "Yes, it's my go to." The man looked around the table at the older men, then at you. "May I buy you another?" he asked, gesturing to her drink. Your eyes narrowed at him, how arrogant, it seemed that he had deemed her available to flirt with. Tom laughed and shook his head, "You're barking up the wrong tree pal." Larissa glared at Tom with an expression that said 'shut up.' She then looked up at the man and waved her hand dismissively, "Thank you, but I'm fine." The man replied while eyeing Larissa up and down. "Are you sure? I saw you golfing today, and I'm pretty impressed." Larissa chuckled but shook her head no, about to politely decline again, when you spoke up. You furrowed your eyebrows at the man and placed your hand on Larissa's, "She said she's fine." The man's eyes widened in surprise as they shot to you. He then nodded and headed back to his table. Larissa gazed down at you and chuckled in amusement and surprise, squeezing your hand lightly. She hoped you couldn't read it on her face, but she thought it was precious, how you defended her. "Someone has a crush" Glen spoke, picking up his beer and taking a sip. Larissa smiled, "I'm sure he just wanted to talk about golf." Glen raised his eyebrows as he looked at you, "I'm not talking about him."

Larissa gave him a questioning look before letting go of your hand, "I'll be right back." As soon as Larissa entered the building and was out of sight, the men turned to you. "So, what are your intentions with our friend here?" Tom asked. You tilted your head in confusion, "What do you mean?" "Do you like her?" Glen chimed in. You raised a brow, "Well yeah, I like her. Why wouldn't I?" Tom and Glen smirked at each other before chuckling at your obliviousness. "No, are you interested in her? Do you like women?" Your mouth dropped open as you blushed lightly. You knew the answer to that question, but why did they care? You shrugged, "No, no. I mean maybe, yeah."

Larissa was making her way back from the washroom when caught your conversation. She stopped at the door and discreetly listened in. "Well, she likes women, and she's single" Glen replied, hinting. Larissa's mouth opened in disbelief, they were just casually outing her to you? Okay then. "You know she's 49, right?" Tom laughed. Larissa's mouth dropped further, they weren't ones to talk about age. You chuckled and shook your head at the men, now eager to speak the truth. "I don't care if she's 49, she's fucking lovely." Glen and Tom erupted into laughter at your response, but inside, a toothy smile lit up the older woman's face. Larissa's heart swelled in her chest at your words, you innocent thing you. She returned to the table and settled down next to you, scooting her chair closer to yours. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled down at you, and when you returned a side smirk, she gave you a knowing wink.

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Part 2

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Wonderland pt 1

Part 1 (Eventually) Yandere Luke castellan x Gender neutral reader

Summary you're from wonderland well at least you're mother is you're father is a God. The best swordsman in camp takes an.... interesting and obsessive liking to you

Also I feel like we offen forget wine isn't the only thing Dionysus is the God of but madness as well. I currently have bad writers block and couldn't currently think of anything else to add so I decided to split it into parts since I needed to post something.

Trigger warnings nothing yet, but eventually in future parts yandere themes like stalking, manipulation, kidnapping (extra)

You weren't from this world well......technically you are you were from a part of the world everyone thought was made up just another part of the human imagination......Wonderland . Wonderland was very.....disconnected from actual sane people or large bustling cities like New York. Your mother was probably one of the subjects of the queen of hearts just kinda surviving. Your father isn't exactly normal either he was also never around. Honestly as much as you love your mother it was kinda hard to imagine a God falling for her or really a God falling for anyone in Wonderland because while some of the inhabitants of Wonderland is more sane then others even the more sane ones start to go insane eventually.

Which is why when you were 13 you ran away from home. Although you had no clue where to go or what to do now you had left Wonderland. You're clothes and mismatched socks probably also made you stand out to by standers because in real life on Earth the other humans weren't used to seeing people dress in bright colors and patterns unless celebrating. After a few days of wandering aimlessly you ran into help or rather help ran into you.

You were desperately scrounging around for food thinking maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave home when you felt someone run smack into you causing you both to tumble towards the ground. "Oh my pan! I'm so sorry." A male voice said. He had ...goat horns? Ehh not the weirdest thing you've ever seen. "Are those horns really or .....?" You asked. "They're real. Oh I'm Grover. " Grover replied. You weren't sure what to say or do and that's how you met Grover. After about a week of traveling with Grover is when you met Luke, Thalia and Annabeth.

" Hey Grover I'm going to find something to eat for myself. " You replied. " Ok just don't go far I'll finish setting up camp." Grover said. You did in fact wander to far when you stumbled upon a bush full of berries and you were about to eat some when you heard a voice tell you to wait. "Wait, don't eat those! those are holly berries they are poisonous!" A young female voice exclaimed. You looked around for the source of the voice. You spotted a young girl no older than 7 standing between some trees you could make out 2 more figures behind her one another female and the other male. You backed away your left hand reaching for a dagger in your pocket you swear wasn't there a moment ago while you're right hand still held the berries.

" Who are you why should I trust you?" You questioned. You got a closer look at them the seven year old girl had grey eyes , black hair and brown skin, the other gir who looked about a year younger than you so 12 had choppy short black hair , blue eyes and is white. She pushed the younger seven year old behind her. " Thalia I can protect myself!" The seven year old exclaimed. While the two girls were arguing you managed to sneak away not noticing the male following you.

" Grover!" You exclaimed finally making it back to the very stressed looking satyr. Grover rushed over to you. " Y/n there you are! You were gone for an hour I was worried I was calling your name but no reply and I didn't want to leave the fire unattended. Your not hurt are you?" Grover asked like a panicked father looking over you to make sure you didn't have any new injuries. " Hey Grover I'm ok. I'm ok." You replied. " Pan Y/n you had me so worried!" Grover exclaimed. "LUKE!" The older female voice Thalia called out causing You and Grover to look in the direction of Thalia's voice and there stood the male that had been with the 2 younger females.

Now learning his name is Luke. You started to reach for your dagger once again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. "

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☆ - Gym crush! pt 2

It's a fun concept! i thought the first one would get like 5 likes and it got like...90??? IM SO THANKFUL

gn!reader

characters: anri, oliver, shidou

Teieri Anri;

you two meet at the 8am Saturday yoga class

and you just immediately get along!

Anri would complain about her work and would always lend a listening ear to you as well

quickly you realize that you are more excited about seeing Anri than the actual class

but you two just get along so well...could you really have a crush on her?

you ask her if she has any other hobbies and somehow end up agreeing on going on evening walks at least 2 times a week

she rants about Ego fresh out of work, you love seeing that side of her

she's so passionate that you actually start to learn things about football to impress her

and she IS impressed!

the thing is, she loves to spend time with you with as much as you do

she's always smiling so brightly at work before your evening walks, and Ego is so done with her

"Just admit that you like them" "What?! No! We are just friends! Totally!"

but she DOES like you

but you are just her workout buddy...right?

Oliver Aiku;

this man has been shamelessly watching since day 1

doesn't matter what you are doing, he has been watching

unless he's looking or working out with some random girl

which you find ANNOYING

man has to decide if he wants a piece of this or not

it doesn't take him long to approach you the next time he gets rejected by someone

"nice ass" "got anything better to say?"

he's actually nice to talk with sometimes but he's constantly flirting with you

definitely not ashamed to show you that you are his gym crush

asks you for your workout schedule so that he'll always be there at the same time

even if he's flirty and probably after just one thing, he has to admit that you work hard

he's so good at spotting too, you never have to worry about being crushed by the bar, he will save you every time

attempting a pr? he will hype you up like there's no tomorrow

but he's also pushing you to work harder on the days that you dont feel like it

you've started to enjoy your workouts with him...

and you are definitely seeing progress! and he's seeing it too, always making sure to compliment you

you start getting excited to see him whenever you go to the gym

and oliver has realized that he thinks less of getting into your pants, and more about you in general

"y/n said this the other day!" "is that another one of your bitches?" which eventually changes into "stop talking about y/n PLEASE"

yeah he shows you off to his teammates!

he makes sure to invite you to his next football match and he's so happy when you actually come watch

Shidou Ryusei:

he wants to impress you

probably ego lifts and thinks that you will pay more attention to him that way

but ego lifting isn't attractive. you make sure to ignore him every time

but you steal glances at him, and 99% of the time he's already staring at you

also shamelessly looks at your ass

will start fights with anyone who he thinks is looking at you inappropriately, or honestly anyone who he thinks us looking at you in general

in reality he's the only one who's actually looking at you, but NOW the whole gym is looking at you two

flirts with you

started going to the gym everyday so he could learn your schedule, because you wouldn't tell him

always asks you to spot for him even though both of you know that with his weights, you aren't gonna be able to save him

"i'll watch and let you die if you fail this." "ur cute face motivates me so much that i'll get it!"

u eventually warm up to him...he can be nice sometimes

and overall you enjoy the friendly company

maybe you catch yourself immediately looking for him when you walk to the gym...

he just waves at you, telling you to warm up quickly and join him

now if only he stopped fighting anyone and everyone at the gym!

this is not as good as the first one and i was struggling to choose the 3rd character for this 😭 will def do more cause i love thinking of these silly scenarios

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #anri teieri #anri teieri x reader #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x reader #shidou ryusei #shidou ryusei x reader

[bingbongsupremacy]

Knock knock Pt. 2 (Last Part)

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader

Warnings: Use of pet name 'baby' and nick names.

Summary: A simple request to turn the music down turns into a frustrating back and forth battle. Why does your neighbor have to be so damn attractive?

This fic does not mention anything about the way the readers' body is shaped, their weight, their height, etc. If I happened to miss something or accidentally described the readers' appearance anywhere, please let me know so I can fix it.

*Not Proof Read*

ABC List TLOU Master list

*****

" You fucking narc. " Venom drips off of Ellie's voice. Her eyebrows are drawn together, anger splayed across her face.

I hold onto the door handle tightly, staring at the girl on the porch. " I told you what would happen if you didn't shut your little party down. I'm not playing. Williams. " I try to keep my tone cool.

" I'm not either. This isn't over. " With that, Ellie storms away. She slams her front door, mumbling to herself in the process.

Serves her right.

------

" I'm going to kill Ellie Williams. " I huff, burying my head into my hands.

Loud, music vibrates off of the walls. Dina rolls her eyes. " You just keep making things worse by pranking her. She was pissed when you sent 50 pizzas over and she had to pay. No wonder she's throwing another party. "

" She'll easily make the $300 back. She sells fucking drugs, she makes more than I do. " I mutter.

" Maybe try talking to her again? I mean, if it's bugging you that much, it's always worth another shot. Just don't piss her off this time. " Abby suggests, her eyes not tearing away from the medical anatomy book in her hands.

" She's pissed off by everything I do. I literally asked to borrow a pencil once and she told me to fuck off. " I sigh. " But I guess it's worth a shot. Are you guys seriously not bothered by the constant noise? "

Dina shrugs. " Not really. I mean, we live on party row. Of course people are going to throw parties all night. "

I just want some peace. At least like an hour.

I push myself up from my spot on our couch. I'll just try asking nicer.

Once again, I find myself wandering through Ellie's house trying to find her. Eventually my eyes land on the brunette. Her head is tossed back from laughter, her blunt loosely hanging out of her fingers. She's manspreading on the couch, a guy snorting what I assume is coke next to her.

Her eyes eventually find mine as she scans the room. A small smirk makes its' way onto her face. She breathes in another puff from her blunt before releasing it in my direction.

God, even through the smoke she's hot.

" Look who's here guys, the cockblocker. " Ellie teases. " What can I do for you, babe? "

My stomach tumbles from the pet name. I can't tell if it's from nerves or from excitement.

I ignore the feeling, trying to focus on the reason I came over here.

" I wanted to see if we could work out a deal. " I stand a few feet away from the brunette, my eyes not leaving hers.

Ellie's eyes break contact as they scan me up and down. " A deal? " She leans forward, her full attention on me. " What kind of deal? " her eyebrow cocks up in curiosity.

" The kind where we both end up happy. You get to throw your parties and I get a full nights' sleep. "

Ellie stands up, taking a step closer to me. The faint scent of cologne and weed fills my nostrils. " Go on. "

" I'll pay you 100 bucks a week to shut the parties down at 10. Please. "

" No. " Ellie's voice is cool.

I furrow my eyebrows. " No? " I was really hoping she'd take the deal. I mean, who doesn't want free fucking money. The only thing she'd have to do is shut down the party. " What? Um, fine. I can probably do like 10 bucks more. But barely, I'd have to pick up a few more shifts. I- "

Ellie interrupts me. " I don't want your money, Y/N. "

" Then what do you want? " I ask, desperation in my tone. " I can't stay up like this anymore. I've-I've tried earplugs, white nose, everything. Fuck I- "

" I want you to go out with me. "

Ellie's words surprise me.

I search her face for any sign of a joke.

Her expression is serious. Her eyes stare into mine. A glinter of what I think might be worry or nervousness shining at me.

" What? "

Ellie repeats the words. " I want you to go out with me. I'll stop the parties if you go out with me. " She shrugs, pulling the blunt up to her slightly chapped lips.

My eyebrows furrow. " But why? "

Ellie rolls her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. " Because you clearly want to. Don't think I haven't noticed the way you check me out. Not that I have an issue, I think you're hot too. "

I feel heat burn against my cheeks. " I do not check you out. "

Ellie nods mockingly. " Sure you don't, babe. What I said still stands. If you go on a date with me, " She shrugs. " I'll stop the parties. "

" Completely? " I ask.

" Completely. " She confirms.

I'm silent for a minute. Ellie continues to look into my eyes, her confident exterior seeming to grow slightly less confident as the time goes on. She looks a little nervous. I've never seen her like this before.

" Fine. " I finally talk. " I'll go out with you. "

Relief flashes across Ellie's face. " Alright. " She grins. " Friday sound good? "

I nod. " Friday. "

Hopefully this is worth it.

Tag: @macaroni676

#fanfic #fanfiction #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie the last of us #ellie x you #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou x reader #abby tlou #tlou dina #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x plus size reader

[sweetestpjm]

never trust a skinny baker

pt.1 of ?

Never trust a skinny baker.

"1...2..." Jimin pursed his lips, wondering why he only had two and a half dozen of his signature cookies made. He swore that he'd put in 3 dozen. Okay, maybe he'd eaten one of them. Or two— just to make sure it was good. And then maybe 3 more while they were still in their warmest state. Then that last one for good luck...

Okay, maybe it made sense why there were only 2 and a half dozen left now. It made sense, it added up.

"Hyung?" Hoshi said, poking his head into the kitchen, making his way in once he realized that Jimin was just organizing the baked cookies onto trays. "Someone's come in, they want to apply for a job here."

He practically lit up at that— he really needed more help. Hoshi was great but he knew running the entire bakery together was difficult. They'd learned that on their first holiday rush. Valentine's day, if one could even call it a real holiday.

"I'll be right out. Just get them something to nibble on while I finish with these," he said, shooting a smile, "and let them know that the job is probably theirs."

"Got it, boss hyung!"

Jimin rolled his eyes at the excessive formalities, but he'd scold him on it later.

Eventually he put the tray out— though he nearly dropped it upon seeing the male that Hoshi was giving a croissant to. Oh he was really handsome and dressed well, which had Jimin instantly attracted to him. But that was easy, he was one of those universally handsome guys, after all.

"Hi, sorry for the wait," he apologized, shimming his curvy body through the little area and joining them at one of the booths— of 3 booths. Pretty big for a little bakery but still not many.

The man shook his head, standing up and giving him a respectful bow. "Hi, I'm Jeon Jungkook. It's no worry, I was just coming around wondering if you were hiring still?" he pointed to the door, where there was a 'hiring' poster.

"Yea!" he said, a hand on his nearly aching belly as he thought, "let me just interview you. Got a resume on hand?"

"Hyung! I got the job," Jungkook squealed, jumping as he put his hands on Yoongi's shoulder, "ugh, you would've loved it there. And the baker..he's really cute."

"Oh? Really cute?"

Jungkook shrugged, "like a doll. He's pretty and cute and— well, I quite like him since he's given me a job even though I've only been a bartender and an assistant carpenter.."

"Weird jobs of yours," he chuckled, still chopping vegetables, "but sounds nice, I'll be sure to drop by."

"And eat, because the food is to die for. Like, the fumes of the bakery are like a happy pill, or something.."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, still focusing on finishing chopping the last of the cucumbers. "I'll be sure to. Weird of you to tell me how hot your boss is, though. You usually don—" He finished up chopping, setting the knife down and grinning at Jungkook. "Someone's already got a crush on their new boss, mm?"

"A little? I mean, keep your options open, baby. You'd like him."

"Any pictures? I'm always keeping our options open, darling."

Jungkook nodded with a wide smile, opening up the instagram for it. It took some time until he found a post featuring the owner, Jimin. A few pounds lighter for certain. Once he found it, he put it up to Yoongi's face who instantly melted at the sight.

"Oh he's really cute. Ah, you should invite him over, I'll cook him a nice meal." Yoongi cooked for a living rather then baked, so it was a regular offer he'd make. New friend? 'Bring them over, I'll cook them a meal. Find out their favorites.' Meeting family? 'I'll cook them the best meal of their life, invite them over'.

"Maybe after I've worked there some time?"

"Really? Fine, shy boy. But I'd be interested too if his personality is as sweet as his looks are."

"Oh, most definitely."

"Just tighter, please. However it needs to be so you can tie it," Jimin said, not sucking his belly in this time. The attempt before when he did, it undid itself the moment he'd relaxed. Not this time. This plan was undeniably foolproof.

The younger nodded, trying again and eventually it worked, somewhat. "There, hyung. I— if you need to extend the ties, I can do it. I used to sew."

Jimin turned around, nodding his head, though he could see his cheeks were red. "That— that would be great, I really don't want to buy a new one, this one just.." he tried to flatten it better, "holds a special place in my heart."

"I get it.." he said, an idea coming up. Perhaps now was the time? It had been three months and well..he couldn't compose himself much more. Especially with all this tying business. "Maybe I could fix it up at my place and you could join us for dinner? Us being me and my boyfriend. My boyfriend's a private caterer, so he cooks," Jungkook said, "whatever you'd like to eat."

He instantly smiled, nodding his head. "That'd be lovely! I was wanting to invite you for a meal for some time but I am a bit shy." Jimin's belly rounded out more and well— the ties undid. His cheeks were red hot again.

"Don't worry about it. How about just leave it like this?"

Jimin nodded, shyly stroking his belly. "Yeah. Guess it's the muffins doing their work, huh?"

Jungkook nodded, not sure when he'd gotten red from this encounter. "I— well, guess so."

"Lovely to have you over, Jungkook tells me all about you. Best baker in the world, hm?"

Jimin smiled sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders and looking at the food on the table. Were there others coming? It looked like quite a lot for how small and lean they both were. "Maybe one day. I can tell that you're good too. Are you excepting another?"

Yoongi tilted his head, then noticing his confusion's reasoning, "ah, no. Just us three." He pulled out another dish, just some baked bread and set it on the table. "Sit, dinners ready."

Jungkook sat down, as did the other two shortly after. And so dinner and small talk began.

"Caterer, huh?" Jimin said, between his bites, "no wonder you are, this is delicious. I really love food— clearly, and this is great. Really great."

"Your bakery is great," Yoongi said, nearly choking at Jimin's comment towards himself, "I'm happy you're enjoying it."

Jungkook perked up, "oh, Jimin hyung, you should tell Yoongi about your muffins! He likes them a lot, he's actually really good at making them but—"

"Gguk here accidentally broke my muffin mold tray, so now I make him buy me muffins to make up for it." Yoongi bit back his smirk.

"Aah.." Jimin giggled, tilting his head at Jungkook like a puppy, "no wonder you're always so insistent on taking some of the muffins home. That's adorable."

Jungkook tried not to visually show how something as simple as those words was making him quite happy. Really happy. "I owe Yoongi big time plus I can never say no to him. Look at those eyes, imagine saying no to those eyes."

Yoongi made the effort of batting his eyelashes at Jimin who chuckled, a hand over his mouth. "That is pretty cute. I wouldn't say no either."

Now Yoongi was further understanding Jungkook's crushing. There was just something about Jimin. Something adorably soft and intriguing for certain.

It wasn't often they agreed about someone, after all. Yoongi nor Jungkook was taking to it lightly.

As the evening went on, they glanced at one another making it obvious to themselves that this was universally agreed on between them.

For Jungkook, it was his sweetness of course. His praising, his attitude and he could admit (not aloud of course) that he was very fond of that bakers tummy he had going on.

Yoongi on the other hand, quite liked his storytelling and his joking. He kept wondering if he'd get even cuter and each time he did indeed get cuter. Mumbling on about baking, about his old cat and especially about the latest BL he'd been reading (which was great information for him to behold).

They were just very glad they were on the same page.

At last, they could agree on doing this; asking that chubby (and clueless) baker out on a date.

#bt5 feederism #bts feederism #bts chubby #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts jungkook #bts feedism #bt5 feedism #chubby jimin #feedee jimin #baker jimin #feeder yg #feeder yoongi #jimin feedee #jimin chubby #feeder jk #feedee jm #jm feedee #feeder jungkook #nevertrustaskinnybaker

[itsizzydizzy]

Cold Shoulder Pt.2 (Ghost x f!reader)

Summary: A continuation of Ghost and new 141 recruit "Angel" on her first day and linger feelings they are left with after there few interactions.

a/n: idk if anyone care about a part 2 about to the blurb I wrote forever ago, but I finally got the urge to write more. I'll probably continue, but when is up to fate at this point. I also apologize for my grammar.

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Eventually you found yourself out the office of the Captain, where Soap left you mentioning he’d see you for dinner soon after. “He’s expecting you, so just head on in. He don’t bite” He called before turning the corner. 

You gazed at the door plotting your best angle of entry. You got comfortable around others easily, but you were weary of starting off on the wrong foot. And barging in had never been your style, nor your expertise. Raising your hand to knock on the door you let out a long breath gathering your courage. 

Just as you start to knock on the door your fist makes contact with the broad chest of the masked lieutenant you only just met hours before. “Sorry sir, I … I was knocking when… the th-door opened-”

Before you can say anything else Ghost simply grabbed your wrist, you realized embarrassingly was still on his chest, and lowered it back to your side. He didn’t spare you a glance from what you could see as he brushed past you down the hallway.

Left stunned outside the Captain’s office the next thing you heard was “Oh the Lieutenant isn’t much for pleasantries. Come’n have a sit.” Finally crossing the threshold of the doorway you found yourself across from the Captain Price you had heard so much about. The sudden awkwardness that runs through you has you void of any words as Price finds your file on his desk. But as he flips through your file the worry you thought was rising within you is replaced with the subtle shock of ease you find.

Price glances up at one with a smirk, “Don’t worry, you're not being interrogated, just like to get to know the newcomers.” You don’t want to get your hopes up, but see you just the few moments you’ve talked to Price why Laswell speaks so highly of him. Very few if any of your superiors in the past were ever so casual and offered respect without routine bootlicking. 

You almost asked Laswell to resend the recommendations she told you she had put out for you to be promoted to the few available positions various task forces she thought would be a ‘good fit’. She had always been there to be an advocate for you but more often than not the needed push when you rather had become just some wallflower. So when she pushed you to the 141, convincing you your talents would be wasted otherwise. You accepted having to put up with the usual song and dance of military social circles, and got on the helicopter with a wary glance at Kate one last time till you hopefully crossed paths again.

But now you found yourself thanking Kate for her kindness and for her adamance for you to come here. You knew Laswell trusted Price and you trusted her. Maybe your awkwardness was a budding of trust, that you hadn’t known since meeting Kate. 

Letting out a slight breath you give a quick smile and tell Price, “Well, what do you want to know?” Seeing the Captain relax back in his chair loosen the tension in your shoulders and head.

With an inquisitive look he asked, “ So how come they call you Angel?”

The new found ache Ghost in is the only thing he can focus on between his breaths and steps down the hall as he leaves Price’s office. 

It's enough that the next mission is three weeks away and his mind was already drowning under the weight of his duties. But having to add another cog into the machine. Another life. You. 

Price was not keen to lean into his request for a smaller, more convert team for the upcoming mission, “Simon no need for you to bear anymore weight, that’s why we're all here.”  The words rang through his head the moment the Captain said them, ordered them. The footsteps Ghost heard down the hall cutoff any reply he had. And he could have done without the reminder of you being here as he left. 

But the ache wouldn’t leave. Even with every furl and flex and furl and flex by the time he made it to the mess hall for dinner it had made no difference. He thought it best to leave for his room, but that decision was cut short by the yell of “Oi Ghost!”

He’d get hell from Johnny if he was too aloof, and Ghost had little time to deal with it these coming weeks. Stepping into the mess hall he ignored the stares of other recruits and b-lined to Soap and Gaz. Furl. At least it was just those two at the table. Flex. Sitting down he barely heard their comments about his ‘ebbing and flowing appetite’ and Soap’s remark on his gaunt face followed by the sergeants' roaring laughter at his cleverness. Furl. 

It’s not that the mask kept them from seeing anything, but kept the worst of Simon in. The roaring in his head that he didn’t need anyone else to hear, or that’s at least what he had been telling himself. Flex. Because if everyone saw him as Ghost there was no issue with him just floating around in moments like these. But the expectation for Simon would be different. Furl. He could lead his life at an arm’s length as Ghost, and that was good for him. Flex. As long as he kept everyone at a distance he would make it through these next couple weeks and the mission and no attachments would-

“Oh, shit, L-Lieutenant, I didn’t mean to drop my tray on your hand, I��m so so sorry!” You said. You. Ghost hadn’t even noticed Gaz and Soap calling you over to join, or you sitting down across from him. He furled his fingers in from being trapped under your tray, raising his gaze to your’s.

“No harm.” He said flexing his fingers on top of the table before retreating blew the table. Furl. The sheepish smile you flashed only made the ache in his hand increase. He had to turn away from your face and hope for relief. Ghost tried to focus on Soap asking about your meeting with the Captain, but your response about a phone call or something cutting it short slashed through that. Flex. From your banter with Gaz and quips with Soap the roaring just increased, he took all his will to focus on the space between you and the sergeant. Furl. But every sentence you spoke the cadence rattled through him pulling his focus. Flex.

But before he knew it the three of you stood to dump your trays, and as he turn to make his way finally to his room-

 “Lieutenant, um, do you want my orange?” You say bearing it in your outstretched hand to him.

“I’m good” Ghost said over his shoulder. Furl.

“I just hate having the toss it is all and also hoped it could serve as a small apology for all the times I invaded your space in the span of an hour.” You rambled offering the orange up again. A small part of you was hoping he would just leave and save you from the blackhole forming in the pit of your stomach. His eyes flicked down to the fruit then back to you. You must have seemed like some poor soul presenting a meager offering to an benevolent god from the way that stare burned into you.

But by some mercy or grace he reached back to grab your offering. His hand not only engulfed the glowing orb but most of you hand seemed to be swallowed to. The gloved tips of his fingers brushed your palm giving you the closest sensation of touching the untouchable. You hadn’t realized your breath was still in your chest since his gaze had met yours. 

And as you released the air back into the open it in turn released his presence. Like your wind had blown him back to wherever he was going or had come from. Like he was never there. 

But as you turned back to the dish line to dump your tray, furling your fist you could still feel the streaks that seemed to linger on your palm. Trying to hold that feeling, that something had been there. 

The sun had long set, coating the base in a blanket of darkness, but Ghost’s room was anything but dark. The source on his nightstand, that seemingly glowing orb. Even turned away from it the light of the fruit burned through his chest. Sleep never came easy, but tonight was impossible. 

Sitting up on the end of the bed, Ghost stared at the orange. Christ, Simon it's just an orange. But even that thought did nothing to lessen the burn its present held. It was stupid. To let his focus be drawn onto something like this. Reaching over and clearing the way to the trash in less than two steps Ghost held the orb out to its final descent. 

The ache returned, his hand finally locking up turning to stone. He could feel it over take him slow building in his chest, but there in his fingertips fire burned. Even through his gloves life or awareness or something sparked into his very being. Only made more real by the eye contact you held with him. It wasn’t a glare, glace, or judgment. It was just a look, one he hadn’t experienced. 

He looked at your peace offering, its weight increasing with each passing moment. Throwing it in the trash would only serve as a visual reminder of its weight dragging down to deepest trenches. God, Simon it's an orange. 

And as his fingertips punctured the skin the ache ebbed. Shifting it to his other palm the energy flowing in his fingers began peeling back the skin. As each piece dropped to the trash, that weight that he had felt from the afternoon slowly lifted. His chest rose and fell, enough so he walked back to his bed and sat on the edge. And with every breath in and out he could chew and swallow each slice.

No light burned through his chest and the lift weight had him rising towards the surface. Slowly but rising. 

But as his head returned to his pillow the light coat of frost still coated his fingertips. The memory may linger, but it will fade. Something told Ghost it wasn’t going to be easily erased though. 

You offered. He accepted. He had cracked open a window to you so soon. Maybe too soon. 

#ghost x reader #simon “ghost” riley #call of duty #simon “ghost” riley x reader #cod x reader #cod fanfic #ghost #cod mw2 #ghost fic #babygirl ghost

[ozrockbitway]

If Vale had groovy cards, what do you think they would look like/be the story behind them? 👀

Vale groovy cards...I eventually plan on drawing their Groovy art at some point. Im just drawing blanks on how to do it + I'd wana do a BG and make it SICK like an actual card. So...one day...eventually :')) I am drawing more recently so!! its a possibility!!

I'll focus on the 2 SRs I have for them I guess?? Considering the bday one is technically an interview so...not much story there?? Although for that one I'd like Grim to be the one interviewing them & have him in the groovy art too uwu/

Suitor Suit Vale!

It starts off with them fretting over their looks. Like a bit after they've all changed into the suits to go save Idia. Vale is just nervous cuz they don't usually dress up, but they also like it?? No time to appreciate it all though when the homie is in danger!

There's also talk on how to woo the ghost bride. I'm thinking that Vale ends up suggesting really good lines?! They just say it's cliched stuff from novels about princesses and whatnot but hey, those kinda things might actually work. I think Ace would try to prod them a little like, what would you say to get someone's hand in marriage, without 'cheating' aka using your novel knowledge. Do something from the heart.

To be continued in pt 2 lol

Commentary from Vale about how this tragic tale of the ghost bride finding her one true love would make for a good novel. Insert comments about oh please dont do it. They laugh...maybe they won't but no promises hehehe.

Ima dab me in some Corpse Bride reference here. sorta. Basically it's Vale on their way back to Ramshackle at night with the looming thought of how they never got to give their hand at wooing the princess. They take Ace's words to heart and try to think of something to say. Also a comment from either Rook or Epel, probably Rook about thinking about someone who inspires such thoughts (coughs Idia coughs)

They give a soliloquy, their own heartfelt confession and lines for a wedding. They get a bit embarrassed afterwards and glad that no one is around. But they're totally using that in the future.

haha funny bonus is if the Shroud bros hear it or something and Ortho just eye emojis at his bro like HMMMMMMMM lil bro knows what's up

I'd like their groovy to be like gets down on one knee and extends hand out to the player or something?? w/ the ramshackle background?? to be more shippy its them doing it to Idia B))

Starsending Robes Vale!

steals my own fic idea lol. sort of. but it starts off with Ortho asking about what Vale's wish would be despite giving/sharing it with Grim. They're honestly not so sure about it like?? The thought of having magic does come to mind and they say it but they know that isn't possible. So maybe something else? Ortho says to think on it and he'll grant it!

Vale ends up hunting for wishes with Ortho & Idia the most out of the selected trio. I know the Shroud bros get the wishes from the Leech bros, so Vale ends up hanging around them for a bit. The eels are so kind and willing to lend an ear to Vale's woes...at least they seem to be interested.

Vale admits that they don't know what to wish for. Floyd points out it doesn't matter since they don't get a wish anyway while Jade is softens the blow saying its all for fun and its not so serious. Conversation ensues and it boils down to Floyd's side saying be selfish or following after Jade's with his selfless wish. Ugh decisions!

to be continued...

The night of the starsending...

They're still conflicted on what to choose. Selfish and selfless. They're rarely the former, but the latter is so much easier. They consider the bros (Jade & Ortho) and their wishes. As they think on it they end up seeing the "shooting stars". And then it hits them.

The whole thing is done and Idia is probably trying to peace out but Vale spots them and is just like!! I know my wish!! Idia is like?? wishing is over but go off I guess??

My wish...is to spend as much time with my friends here.

They probably explain that they were tempted to wish for everyone's wish to come true, but they can be a little selfish and wish for that instead, right? It's silly, but that means they also get to spend more time with him and Ortho too!

tbh the image I have in mind would be similar to the header on my sideblog or just focusing on Vale making the wish with Idia in it uwaaa

#princesslocket #asks #oc stuff #twst oc #speedruns ghost marriage event to read it all and answer this LMAO #also going off what I remember for stargazer without reading everything again #me idk how to do their groovy #me after typing this up okay now I know #thank uuuuuuuuu for the ask

[sunskate]

CPom- This Week in Skating podcast episode pt 2

Your style this season-- building Christina and Anthony's style-

C: both our programs this year- they feel like us, authentic, easy to skate every day, they're fun, we connect to them a lot. we have to thank our coaches for that. cause they really helped guide us into finding who we are as people and skaters and going off our strengths they're creating our programs

the FD is more mature- how did you get to that point-

A: a lot of that comes from Christina- she's had a huge glow-up the past few years and with Madison being there and showing how to do it, how she would do it. It gives the confidence to Christina to try some of the things Madison provides and shows and I think that has come across in our skating. All the lifts are different and new- we had the time to work each element and make sure it's unique and fluid into the next transition. All of that is a factor in why the maturity has shown up

C: it's both of us. changing coaches lifted a big weight off our shoulders. it's allowed us to be more free and to just be able to dance connect with each other, have fun training. we're training better and having fun and feel authentic to what we're doing. If feels very much like what we're meant to be doing

Anthony did you know your parents skated to Summertime?

A: I knew that they skated to Summertime- they were so happy to see us skating to that. i didn't get to see the program until I visited them after the Grand Prix season. i'm very happy to skate to the same music- Summertime has so much deep history, so being part of that list and being on the same list as my parents it's an honor

So you're getting ready to go back to Japan- what's going through your mind

C: it's one of my favorite countries to go to- i'm super super excited to go next week

A: from what i hear the stadium is huge. this is probably the biggest event that we'll go to. it's an honor to go. the Japanese people love figure skating, it's going to be fantastic

Have your coaches told you what to expect or given you advice-

C: we're trying to approach it like any other competition- to stay prepared, stay in the moment and take it one step at a time. they just want us to go out there and have fun- we're not going there to win, we want to skate our best like what we've been doing in training

A: the best advice i've gotten - to use this competition as a way to progress into next season. to our eventual goal of competing at the Olympics

speaking of Olympics- Christina's citizenship--

C: I have my green card, so it's just waiting at this point. but it should be here before 2026

A: going back to resilience- Christina makes the huge sacrifice of driving every day to London Ontario from Michigan- it's about an hour drive and she goes back and forth every day. It's a huge commitment she does. Especially in weather situations, after hard training, it's a commitment and it doesn't go unnoticed

C: when i'm crossing at 6:30 am, if the border agent is rude, that's not a good way to start my day (laughs) but most of the time they're super nice. if anything the Canadian side asks more questions. The American side is like hey how was training today- when's your next competition?

how long are you training each day in Canada

C: on the ice 3-4 hours, then usually we have an hour of off ice. we don't have much break so it's a pretty short day- so like let's say we start training at 8 am -depending on our off ice, I'll be home 3:00, 4:00. it's totally ok.

#min 16-30

[moconut]

Whatever It Takes: A Degrassi Season 10 Retrospective (You Don't Know My Name, Pt. 2)

Remember that HBO Degrassi reboot that was supposed to happen? It's cancelled, just like my interest in this episode. Let's get this out of the way so I can talk about things that actually facilitate entertaining commentary beyond making fun of the word "hoedown" (who am I kidding, I'm not getting any wittier than that).

Back at Degrassi, Drew struggles to write his own essay. His brother Adam snarks that maybe Drew should've turned in the paper Alli wrote for him after all. Drew is offended at the memory of Alli's betrayal, saying he doesn't appreciate being called stupid. What he's really saying here is he hates honesty.

KC runs through the list of different cliques Drew should consider picking a new girl from. Are cliques a real thing? In Catholic school, we just had a) popular girls b) semi-popular girls and c) girls like me, who didn't even make the senior year class montage slideshow. Drew likes the sound of a cheerleader and hits on Marisol, which is hilarious when you remember how he ends up hating her guts just one season later.

Meanwhile, Fiona attempts to give Holly J an intervention in the hallway after Sav calls her "hot stuff." Holly J denies she has any feelings for him. Fiona reminds Holly J that she needs to marry Declan so they can become sisters--fitting, as Degrassi Takes Manhattan taught us that Fiona is rather fond of incest.

Sav has a very different version of what's going on between the two. Peter, holding a rather negative view of Holly J (which isn't altogether unwarranted), grills him as to whether their kiss was "tight," "hot," and involved slapping. I think he's getting a little ahead of himself there.

Love is also blooming amongst our Three Tenners (for one of them, at least). Connor defends his online girlfriend, saying she's just as good as a real life one. Dave needles him into trying to move the relationship offline, which Connor eventually agrees to--just so that Dave can find out what a real date is like. Haha, fuck you Dave.

Drew and Marisol's date isn't going so well. Drew quickly realizes Marisol is just copying everything he does, including liking the band Hot Chip. I don't think that's a real band even in the context of Degrassi. He further tests this theory by ordering a tuna wrap with strawberry ice cream and garlic salt, which she also orders. Peter walks away in disgust, probably thinking these two were made for each other. Marisol tops it all off by literally saying "It's easier if I don't have to think for myself!" You know, maybe these two are made for each other.

The Three Tenners arrive at the steakhouse for Connor's date with LoveQueen16, looking for a girl in a Realm of Doom shirt. In walks what appears to be a woman who looks more like a LoveQueen46. Connor wants to talk to her, but Wesley and Dave quickly drag him out.

Speaking of romantic failures, Drew immediately runs back to Alli after realizing Marisol has the depth of a sheet of paper. He tries to win her back, but she's rightfully unmoved by such charming lines as "You win. I'll go to the dance with you" and "Does 'ugh' mean 'yes' in Hindi?" Alli's face says it all.

Things are going a little better for Sav and Holly J. She arrives at the Dot to check out how Hoedown (.......ha) decor is going, and is so wooed by the wagon wheels and cowboy print tablecloths that she forgets everything she said about not liking Sav. This Hoe is Down bad.

Later, she gazes wistfully at photos of the two of them posted publicly on her FaceRange. Fiona warns Holly J that's she's probably just rebounding from Declan, which she denies. She then gazes wistfully at a photo of Declan.

Drew, meanwhile, has devised the perfect plan to woo Alli: have guys on the football team enact a skit in the hallway about how great he is. No one but Drew is impressed, and he is left to forlornly fondle his football.

Having come Down from her Hoeing high, Holly J realizes what she needs to do. She returns to the Dot where Sav has been decorating by himself for hours instead of going to class. She tells him she’s not over Declan. He’s sad but unsurprised, but at least he has Jones Soda to comfort him.

Later that evening, it’s finally times for the Hoes to go Down to the Dot to party. Drew is staring at Alli dancing with an NPC when Marisol pops in to flirt with him. He asks if it would be weird to request girl advice from her. Yes, yes it would be.

Sav publicly thanks Holly J for making the dance possible, which is weird to me because it seems like he’s done 99% of the work. Holly J mostly just showed up to either kiss or dump him. Either way, she’s impressed by Sav’s farmer hat and flattery. They decide to have a casual thing for the six months to graduation. What’s really optimistic here is to assume a Degrassi relationship will even last six episodes.

Meanwhile, Adam lures Alli to the photobooth. She’s annoyed to find Drew in there, which is the natural reaction. He finally tells her what he actually likes about her, which is basically that she’s smart in every way he isn’t (and that’s a lot of ways). Alli tries to say he’s people-smart, but I’m not sure about that after the whole self-aggrandizing football fiasco earlier. But whatever, they’re back together now. Woo.

Things wrap up the next day with Sav and Holly J in the student council room. They’re stunned when Fiona and Anya walk in, even though they weren’t doing anything particularly scandalous. They all stand around awkwardly with coffees until Sav asks if Fiona and Anya will help them count change from the dance. Fiona refuses because she doesn’t like touching Coynes. Not after last summer.

And that’s it. You know what? Fuck the long-winded analysis this time. I can’t pretend to care about this episode enough to act like there’s anything warranting me acting like I remotely know what the fuck I’m talking about. Drew and Alli are a bad couple. Holly J and Sav will—by their own admission—end their relationship by graduation at the latest. The only plot that comes close to being interesting is Connor’s middle aged cyber gf, and it barely gets any screentime here.

Enough. It’s taken me nearly a year to scrounge up the motivation to do this, and it’s solely so that I can move on to the rest of the season.

#degrassi #dtng #degrassi tng #degrassi the next generation #degrassi review