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Lylas

Summ: Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.

Notes: Purely self-indulgent filth. There will probably be other parts to this because I cannot get it out of my head, but I have no set time frame for it. Also, I do not apologize for the extraneous world-building in my smut. That's just how I roll... (Also also, some of this might be in response to the fact that not everything has to be squirting...)

“You should let me fuck you.”

The cavalier way he said such a bizarre thing made you short circuit. Astonished, you stopped mid-shoelace-tie and stared up at him. Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.

“What?! Why?”

He grinned down at you because, with you right there on the ottoman, you sat eye level with his dick. With that cheshire grin turned on you, you unexpectedly forgot how to breathe. You’d never looked at Adam that way before, but with one question, he upended your world view. Adam was lethally beautiful, and he knew it. Shaggy black hair swept back and forth over his dark eyes to match his moods - off to the right for mischievous, low over the brow for brooding. It was easy to admit he was a looker, but you’d never considered him to be anything beyond that. A big, glaring red flag permanently hung over his head since the day he walked into your house. Now, though…

He certainly watched, and enjoyed, the struggle going on in your mind and not-so-casually slid both hands smoothly, purposefully into the pockets of those well-worn, low slung, faded blue jeans and leaned his hips forward at you. Of course you looked. Who wouldn’t? Catching yourself, you forced your eyes up to his green t-shirt, but that wasn’t much help because it fit him offensively well. Painted on would be an understatement. Adam was all wide shoulders and shelf-like pecs, and suddenly, you understood his sex appeal. Forcing your face into a placid mask, you waved him off and bent to finish tying your damn shoe. Time to get the fuck out of this room.

You forgot, however, that you’d asked him a question.

“One, you bring home shitty dudes. Two, I don’t want to date. After that last bullshit…”

The last bullshit being the most recent round of Hannah and Jessa, both idiot girls who ran roughshod over Adam and his tender heart. On more than one occasion, you’d seen fit to murder one right after the other, but nobody could tell Adam anything. He was a right pain in the ass and a whole pervert, but he was also kind and doting, a thing those two heifers took advantage of too often. He was also stubborn to a fault, and when he believed a thing, or when he wanted something, he would pursue it 100%. He’d believed in them, but even he had to admit they were trash in the end.

“... this would be the perfect solution.” You realized he’d not stopped talking while you took that mental break, and you struggled to focus. “One stop shop.”

Shoe finally situated, you stood, pretending not to be acutely aware of the way he watched you smooth the wrinkles from your plum blouse and rub the wrinkles out of the thighs of your pants. Masquerading as confident, you jabbed at the air between you.

“First? Rude.” Although, internally you admitted you brought home shitty dudes. They never seemed shitty until they walked out the door, leaving you unsatisfied and annoyed. All dudes were shitty, though, weren’t they? There was no earthly reason to believe Adam was any better despite how much he believed himself superior.

“Second? Jim and Carly would shit kittens.”

Jim and Carly were your parents - his mom and your dad, specifically. They met in Tahoe on a Friday and were married by the following Sunday. Secretly, you believed Carly was in it for the money because Jim was - no two ways about it - loaded, but she genuinely seemed to love your dad. After all the heartache he’d endured, you found you couldn’t begrudge him that happiness, even if it made your teeth itch. In a blur, the Sacklers moved into Jim’s mansion on the hill, filling it with more noise than either of you could remember. With internships, college, and the damn economy, it made sense for everyone to live at home; so, you all had to learn to live together.

Well, sort of. Jim and Carly never stayed home long enough to get used to anybody, really. Jetsetters, they called themselves, which left the rest of the household free rein.

At the mention of your part-time parents, Adam took a step forward, brow piqued, lips pursed.

“You in the habit of sharing all the naughty details about your love life with dear old daddy, baby sister?”

He only called you that when he wanted to rile you up or when he wanted something - both true in this case.

“Me?” You laughed, a full-on, hold your belly laugh. “Ha! You’re not exactly shy about the vast number of “dirty sluts” (you even treated him to finger quotes) you’ve found in the area, Sackler. You don’t need to tell us anything about your love life, you shit, because everybody already knows!”

Wiping delighted tears from your eyes, you shook your head. It really was too absurd.

“No, this is… too weird, and not for nothing, it's kind of creepy. I promise you’ll find shiny new sluts to fuck just around the corner at what’s-her-face’s block party. But please, wait five minutes so I can vacate the premises before you do whatever it is you do.”

Adam loved it when you laughed. He spent an inordinate amount of time trying to make you laugh because your eyes sparkled in such a pretty way, and your face softened all over. To put it plainly, you lit up from the inside. After Hannah’s crazy and Jessa’s perpetual moodiness, he simply enjoyed watching you laugh because it was easy to get you to do it. Easygoing and whip smart, he found he enjoyed the mental sparring with you because you could keep up, and you weren’t so fucking dramatic.

That started everything.

Soon enough, he couldn’t get you - or your laugh - out of his head. Finding out about all the other faces and noises you made infected his brain. Now, when you laughed, his eyes trailed away from your face to the rest of your body because he wanted to see the effect of that laugh all over you. The bob of your breasts when he got you particularly good, the way you often held your waist and huffed at him, drawing attention to your generous hips - the details of you affected him far more than they should have and made him want to affect you just as much.

If he was completely honest, he didn’t give a single shit if Jim or Carly ever found out. He was pretty sure he still wouldn’t give a shit if your relationship was by blood rather than marriage. He was going to fuck you. It was only a matter of time.

“Those are good reasons, baby sister, but that’s not a no…”

The problem was that Adam was right.

“Hey, uh..” The shitty dude you’d escorted to your front door turned at the threshold, beet red and stammering. “I’ll call you, yeah?”

You didn’t even remember his name.

“Sure. Yeah. Whenever?”

Probably more abruptly than you should have, you shut the door in his face and then let your forehead fall against it with a loud thud. You threw your fists in the air, irritated and crabby. Meeting him was nice. The party was pleasant; the wine flowed freely. His kisses tasted like candy, and the way he nibbled your neck was delightful.

After the banter, the ride home, and the bourbon, however, Rick… Robin?... Roger? Yes, Roger was all talk and no substance. His bed-game was decidedly lacking. All he’d accomplished was a nice warm-up, whiskey dick, and no grand finale for you.

“It's. -thunk- Not. -thunk- That. -thunk- Hard!”

“Whatcha’up to, kid?”

You shrieked, jumped a foot off the floor, and spun with fists raised to knock the threat out, in theory at least.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sackler. You scared the shit out of me.”

Rubbing at your sternum to calm the racing of your heart, you slumped back against the door. You concentrated so hard on regulating your breathing that you didn’t hear him shuffle closer. Nor did you notice him leaning over you, his thick left arm braced on the door above your head, until his crooked index finger lifted your chin. Only then did the alarm bells ring because damn that was a sexy move. And Christ on a cracker he smelled good - salt from the ocean blended with caramel spice. It made your mouth water.

“Feel like now’s the time for I told you so,” he quipped, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Tell you what…” The arm that was overhead slithered over your torso, settling a good bit of his weight across your shoulders. “I’ll do this, and you can tell people I forced you.”

He winked, and a second later, his warm hand slid into your DIY sleep shorts. You’d worn the ugly cut-off sweatpants pair to dissuade your date from lingering. Now, you wished you’d found an actual pair of pants because the shorts only gave away how traitorous your cunt was. Skillfully, Adam’s middle finger found the groove between your tacky labia, using the residual (barely) slickness from your failed attempt at sexy times with… Rufus? Ryan? Regardless of his name, his touches were clumsy compared to this. Adam kept an even pace and the exact right amount of pressure, sliding in the perfect way to coerce more wetness from your entrance and carry it back to your swollen clit.

You croaked, straight up sounded like you swallowed a frog because as his fingers defiled you south of the border, his stare wrecked you up north. His beautiful brown eyes were whiskey warm tonight, softened at the edges but intently focused upon you. You could get drunk on those kinds of eyes. If he gazed at all his conquests like this - as though nothing else mattered - you understood the pull. It moved, his stare, from your eyes to your mouth and back. You nearly begged him to kiss you but this was already so strange, so taboo.

And yet… and yet…

He’d never been so fucking pleased to be right in his life.

All he had to do was get you there, and he’d win the argument. Roman, a guy he met on the track, was manufactured to be an idiot and would never figure out how to fuck right, even if his life hung in the balance. How he'd managed to even meet you was beyond understanding.

Adam, however, had been fucking since he was 14, and he’d long since learned all the magic buttons. It was the one good thing to have come from his years struggling with sobriety. Replacing alcohol with sex taught him a lifetime’s worth of skills. Skills he now used to pull another squeak from your pouty mouth. Each time the pad of his finger caught your hood, the reluctant peep you made shot straight to his dick. He wasn’t sure if he would manage to not fuck you tonight, but he reminded himself that he had to play the long game.

For a solid 30 seconds, he rubbed only at your clit, back and forth, back and forth. He set a very specific rhythm that had you twisting beneath him deliciously. Your yelping grew louder and louder until one in particular cracked, and that was his cue.

“Hold my shoulder.” He nudged your nose with his to get your attention and nodded when both of your hands came up to rest on his chest and biceps. “That’s it.”

He couldn’t help himself from licking at the way your mouth popped open when he slid his fingers inside of you. The way the corners turned up was too tantalizing to ignore.

Mother Mary of God… He was inside you. Granted, it was only his fingers, but they belonged to your step-brother. Your face burned, but the hundred objections your brain conjured died at the back of your tongue because fuck, they were good. Two fingers, middle and ring, had you whining like a schoolgirl as he carefully, deliberately explored you. He wasn’t awkward about it like every other dude who’d been in your pants. He didn’t stab at your cunt as though he’d miraculously grown a jackhammer for a hand.

Nope. He took his time, slow and steady. He noted the angles and ridges that made you moan. And when he found that perfect spot, the spot that made you curse far louder than you intended, he stayed right there. There was no in and out anymore, no poking or prodding. Once he found it, his touch shifted from up/down and in/out to side to side. You came unfuckingglued. All ten fingers dug into hard flesh. You all but leapt into his arms as he rubbed at your tight bundle of electric nerves from the inside. And the more you responded, the faster he went.

“There’s nobody here, kid. Let’s hear it.”

You couldn’t have swallowed the cries for every dollar your dad invested in this huge-ass house. Your hips bucked against Adam’s expert manhandling, chasing that elusive sort of orgasm you can only get from someone else. Closer and closer it crept. Tighter and tighter you wound. From you knew not where, you found your voice, though it was scratchy and broken.

“D-don’t stop un-until I sh-sh-shake.”

His dark brow lifted, but he didn’t argue. It was a thing hardly anybody knew (because hardly anybody could fucking deliver), but a great orgasm, a really fantastic one, made you shake. Not tremble. Not wiggle. A full-body, clack your teeth kind of shake. On another day, you’d have been embarrassed to tell him that, but you watched determination change his face from amused and entertained to keenly interested. His efforts inside your cunt multiplied until you went rigid. He wanted to see it, clearly, but more than that, you wanted it, salivated for it. Right here on the cusp, you didn’t care that it would happen at his hands.

With your head tipped back, eyes screwed shut, and mouth agape, that hot-wet bud of ecstasy finally bloomed, and you wailed. It was electric, shooting sparks into your fingertips, but somehow, in the very middle of it, both of your hands wrapped around his wrist on the off chance he’d stop right at the best part, which they all did, but Adam only chuckled and carried right on fucking you stupid with nothing but two fingers.

Vulgar sounds squelched out around his fingers to accompany the vulgar things he whispered in your ear. Dirty girl with your pants around your ankles. Are you always this easy? Who’s the best big brother ever? Your pussy gushed; your ears rang. You rode his fingers like a champion, reveling in the quake and the rag-doll rattling of your insides.

The whole thing was indecent, fit for film, really.

Don’t fuck this up. Don’t fuck this up. You cannot fuck her tonight. Do not fuck this up.

Long game. Long game. Long game.

You fell back against the door, wincing when he extricated his fingers. He wanted to wrap himself around you and keep pushing, but he held back. This was a delicate operation, and straying too much to either side would fuck it all up. You’d either blow up at him and feel like he actually assaulted you, or you’d never speak to him again. Neither was a winning scenario. Tamping down his near-manic need to taste you, he gently traced your lips with his gummy fingers until you opened your eyes.

“That was some show, kid.”

Confusion crinkled the corners of your eyes, and he nuzzled your chin, matching the fire in your cheek with his own. He understood. His proposal wasn’t normal, and how much you’d obviously enjoyed it probably had you all up in your feelings. Hovering his mouth above yours, so close he could feel your breath, he fought himself over whether you needed to be kissed.

But when you lifted ever so slightly onto your toes, seeking it out, he clenched his jaw hard and fought the urge to fuck you right here on the floor. Somehow, he kept his shit together, and he thought certainly he deserved a goddamn medal for valor. He pushed away and veered you towards the stairs.

“Time to go, little sister. It’s past your bedtime.”

For a week, Adam cornered you at least once a day to stuff your pussy full of his thick fingers and make you beg. After that first time, he knew exactly how to play you, and he delighted in drawing it out until you pleaded for him to make you cum. You’d mistakenly said his name during your second encounter, and now, he wouldn’t come anywhere near the things that made you shake without hearing it.

You never considered yourself the begging type, but it turns out that when someone knows precisely the way to touch you and the exact right way to make you scream as you climax, begging becomes much more palatable. It also turns out that whether Jim and Carly were home didn’t make a single bit of difference because when Adam texted you his offer from across the kitchen table, you ran after him like the house was on fire.

That’s how you wound up here, sitting on the edge of Adam’s desk, naked as the day you were born, legs spread obscenely wide and panties crammed in your mouth to keep you muffled if not quiet. With one hand deftly driving into your messy cunt and one wrapped around your hip to coax it into a rocking motion, he all but pulverized your sanity. Up was down, left was right, and “brother” was just another fucking word. As you inched higher and higher up climax mountain, you rationalized you weren’t really doing anything wrong. He’d never fucked you in any other way than this. He wasn’t a real brother, either. There was nothing wrong with a little fun, right? Sure, it was strange, but when he… fuck when he hit that spot right… right there… your brain went…

“You should let me fuck you,” he murmured against your throat, a throwback to what started all this.

It crackled in your prefrontal cortex, and you pushed at his bare chest, babbling incoherently because part of you thought it was the worst idea ever, and part of you thought it would be the best fucking thing in the history of ever. They argued with each other behind your eyes. That was too far. Wasn’t it? But it would feel so good. You couldn’t, possibly. Right? Sure, you could. Twice on Sunday, even. Surely, he had plenty of other options. Didn’t he? Who fucking cares?

“Just a little, kid. I’ve made it good for you, yeah? Just the tip.”

Your thoughts on the matter were irrelevant, it seemed, because the clink of his buckle launched you into a panic. You tried to escape his grip by leaning back, but he clenched his arm around your back, making escape impossible. Struggling to keep calm, you realized it felt ridiculous and performative to panic because you splayed across his desk like you were posing for his calendar. You gawked at him, eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite pin down because processing that your step-brother was about to put any part of his dick inside you was overwhelming. This was too much, too forbidden.

“Now, don’t look at me like that.” He rubbed soothing circles into your ribcage and stepped in. You felt the weight of a cock you’d never seen laying against your swollen pussy, eliciting a low groan. “Only for a minute. Stay right there; don’t move.”

And then, there it was. The round head of Adam’s cock slowly breached your body’s sticky barrier and scrambled your senses. Tears formed. Your chest heaved - because you wanted him to ravage you, to fuck you dumb and blind, but you just couldn’t. Right?

Maybe your inner monologue wasn’t so silent. Or maybe he read your mind. Something changed, though, from “just the tip” to an iron grip and his right hand over your gagged mouth as he snapped his hips and slid all the way home.

Adam expected you to shout, to have an outright tantrum and draw far too much attention to the situation. Instead, you shuddered against him the way you did when you came all over his fingers - not as hard but definitely unmistakable.

“That’s it. S’good cock, isn’t it? Told you you’d like it.”

Testing the waters, he withdrew about halfway and slowly pushed in again, absolutely loving the way you moaned in response. He’d nearly cum in his pants when you let him shove your panties into your mouth, and whenever he looked at you still gritting your teeth into them, his dick throbbed. With no firm objection, he unwound from his caging stance and took proper hold of your perfect, meaty ass. He scooted you closer to the edge of his desk, damn near falling off, so he could get his demanding dick inside you from tip to root right fucking now.

Adam’s cock was fat. There was no other way to describe it. He filled you up so completely you couldn’t even blink. The slide of his girth against your insides was dizzyingly good, and all you could do was cling to his shoulders.

And when he started talking? That dirty way with that sexy-ass voice?

It fucked you all the way up.

The things he said to you, too, differed from the things you’d heard him say to his hook-ups. They were filthy sluts, not even worthy to come over in the daylight, just a hole for him to get off to. You were his dirty little sister, though, weren’t you? Too cock-drunk to even say no to big brother. You loved his fat cock, didn’t you? You’d let him fuck you whenever he wanted, wouldn’t you?

You were positively, expertly, no two ways about it done for.

Like a dick-addled fool, you nodded along with all of it. You’d say whatever he wanted as long as he kept packing more and more of his missile cock into your aching cunt. Maybe that’s what you wanted - to be reduced to an object, a fuckdoll sister he’d turn inside out at his whim with no recourse to say no. When that idea took hold, you vibrated against him. You generally didn’t orgasm from penetration alone, but by sheer size, Adam rubbed at every single one of your spongy triggers with each stroke. Coupled with the downright pornographic thoughts in your fucked-out head, you whined like a petulant child, overcome by the effort it took to keep quiet, to keep yourself coherent.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Your eyes flew open, tracking the voice to its owner, who leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over a very familiar broad chest. You burned from ears to toes, knowing this looked exactly like what it was, and there was no pretending it was anything else. Even worse, your deviant fantasy abruptly shifted to include these extra details - wind-faded jeans, threadbare gray cotton shirt bleached by the sun, and a brush of red across a nose and cheekbones matching those you'd looked up at for days. He was a carbon copy of the man currently demolishing your boundaries by burying himself to the hilt in your body.

Ben, Adam’s twin, the wayward son, had finally home from his camping trip to the desert.

Adam nestled his face in your neck to hide his smugness. He knew his brother would be home today, and he timed everything around the fact Ben said he’d be here early afternoon. Edging you was a cake-walk. He’d been practicing all week, and when he saw the text asking if he needed anything from their favorite pizza place, he knew how much time he had to get you right and ready so Ben would find you well and truly empty-headed and sexed out.

Ben wasn’t sold on having you. He half liked the idea, but he thought it was more trouble than it would be worth. More than once, though, Adam caught him lazily stroking himself while watching you run down the beach or sunbathe by the pool. It would only take a nudge to get his brother fully invested. Adam played the moment, and specifically you, perfectly, and holy shit if this wasn’t one for the books. You and your round eyes, searching for an explanation that would make sense of why he was balls deep in your tight cunt on a Saturday afternoon.

“Someone’s been a bad girl,” he said to his brother, licking a stripe across your thundering pulse. “What do you think, bad girl, wanna show Ben how you shake?”

You sobbed. There was nothing for it because Adam’s cock never stopped. His brother’s presence in the room didn’t faze him one bit, and it took a full minute for you to realize it was some of that twin bullshit you were always on them about. Of course they’d seen each other fucking. They probably fucked lots of people together. You bristled with humiliation because it was obvious Adam set this up, but your pussy, smart bitch, clutched at his every thrust, considerably more so when he asked you such a depraved thing.

Meeker than you intended, you nodded because yes, you did, in fact, want to show Ben how you came.

Adam shifted his weight, pulling out of your sloppy cunt for only the time it took to put your feet on the floor and turn you to face Ben. He hummed as he grabbed your hips, pulled you back against his body, and let his cock find his target. Your head dropped on a moan as he filled you back up because it was even better this way. You had surer footing, could brace yourself on the desk’s corner, and didn’t have to concentrate on not falling. Using fistfuls of your hips as leverage, Adam crashed into you, sending jolts throughout your already overstimulated body. It was glorious.

And then, Ben’s boots came into your line of sight, followed swiftly by his muscular hand around your throat, silver rings cool against your heated flesh. You tracked beauty mark to beauty mark, wondering when the constellations kissed his cheeks. You should have been mortified. Ben finding you here with Adam should have struck you dead there and then, but it only emboldened you because his eyes weren’t full of judgment. He wasn’t disgusted by what he saw. His honey-gold gaze, laced with hunger, burned into you possessively. He held you by the neck, the strength of his grip waxing and waning in time to your heartbeat, while his brother plowed you from behind. When his voice wiggled its way into your ear, your knees nearly buckled. Adam’s was clear but devious, which made his filthy quips more surprising because they were hard to expect. Ben talked very little. His voice, which you didn’t truly appreciate until this moment, was rough and low, like his very voice box was calloused.

“Is this the first time he’s fucked you?”

You whimpered, eyes drifting shut until you felt a rough tap at your cheek. His face, all furrowed brows and licked lips, telegraphed that next time, he’d slap you proper. Pushing yourself to stare straight into his eyes - it was like looking into the sun - you nodded again, feeling every bit of your desire dribble down your legs because one brother was great, but two was immaculate.

“Is this the last time he’ll fuck you?”

Your guts clenched, and you reached out to stabilize yourself by laying both hands on Ben’s chest, which you already understood was only because he allowed it. Without a second thought, eager even, you shook your head. You’d reached the point where you’d let him - no them - do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it because holy goddamn.

Adam chose this moment to increase the speed with which he fucked you into oblivion. His hips slapped against yours, hands clamping down onto your shoulders for better leverage. Your eyes crossed, and you nearly swallowed your gag. With one hand on Ben, you reached up to grip Adam’s fingers, anchoring yourself between the two of them. They were your literal rock and a hard place, and they worked in tandem to drive you thoroughly crazy. Ben’s hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your slippery clit. You howled, spine waking up to tingle and dance.

“Fuck, there it is,” Adam groaned behind you.

What else could you do but give him what he wanted?

His brother had told him about the way you shook when you orgasmed, and he really had thought nothing of it. Most people did that, didn’t they? If you did the job right, there was always a tremor in the legs, a wobble in the walk.

Ben was not prepared for the way you shook when you came.

For a second, he thought you were about to have a seizure, but he watched your face smooth out in pleasure, watched your lips turn up at the very corners, and he was flat out shocked by what he’d just witnessed.

You loved it. Loved being fucked. Loved coming so undone your mind stopped working. For him, it was the way you smiled as you came. The shaking was stunning, of course, but nobody he’d ever fucked before had goddamn smiled - beamed! - through their climax. It was truly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

And then he grinned like the devil himself because fucking hell…

“You’re fucked, little sister. You know that?”

He scooped some of your slick onto his finger and popped it in his mouth. Shit, you even tasted like candy.

“Well and truly fucked.”

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angelasscribbles · 10 months

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Victim of Love Chapter 12: Looking Forward

Series: Victim of Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley

Word Count: 1,852

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: None, really. Some mild language.

Song Inspiration for series: Victim of Love by The Eagles

Victim of love I see a broken heart I could be wrong but I'm not no I'm not

My other stuff: Master List.

“That’s it! The last one!” Riley declared as she removed the needle from the rump of the heifer in the chute in front of her. Turning her head to the cowboy manning the chute door she said, “Let her out!”

“I really can’t thank you for everything you’ve done for us, Riley.”

Riley turned to smile at Drake’s mother. Dressed in trousers, a flannel shirt, and boots, with her hair tied back and pushed under a wide-brimmed hat, Bianca Throckmorton Walker looked every bit the matriarch of a family of ranchers.

Riley shook her head with a laugh, “What? Administering annual vaccinations to the herd? Any of your cowboys could have done that!”

“I’m not talking about that, and you know it! I’m not sure the herd would have survived without your intervention. Walk with me for a minute?”

Liam did not follow Riley after she left Hana’s room. She hadn’t expected him to, she meant it when she said he needed to stay and focus on his wife and unborn child.

It still hurt.

She clung to Drake and poured that hurt out as she sobbed in his arms.

“Is Hana okay?” Drake asked in alarm.

Riley nodded as she lifted her head to take in the concern in his eyes and it somehow made her feel better. She wiped her face as she staunched her tears and came to a decision, “I’m going to Texas with you.”

“What?”

“You said something was wrong with the herd, but no one knows what?”

“Yes, but-“

“Do you have a large animal veterinarian on staff?”

“No, because-“

“Because there’s an alarming shortage of large animal veterinarians in the U.S.”

“Right. We have one that we use but he covers a very large area and is currently at a ranch about two hundred miles away investigating a similar issue there.”

Riley nodded as she stepped out of his arms, “Vets who work with farm and ranch animals have to work outside in the elements, no matter how hot, how cold, or how rainy, they stay on their feet all day and they work long hours.”

“Yeah, that sounds like the job description,” Drake agreed.

“They’re also on call several nights a week. Most new graduations are choosing small animal care, dogs, cats, even exotics because they have regular hours in an air-conditioned office.”

“And the fewer people that choose to go into it, the worse the workload gets for everyone else,” Drake surmised.

“Yep! And the less anyone new wants to sign up for fourteen-hour days and being on call five days a week.”

“Yeah, okay….so?”

“So, there’s a good chance that no one is coming to help you in time.”

“Yeah, but….Riley, this isn’t your problem, you don’t have to-“ he rubbed the back of his neck as he fought an internal battle. As much as he would love to take her home with him and have a chance to get to know her better, he wasn’t sure she was thinking clearly. She was obviously upset.

“Drake!” Her tone was sharp, “I don’t have to tell you that losing an entire herd could be financially catastrophic for a cattle ranch.”

The fidgeting stopped as his eyes searched her face, finding nothing but an earnest seriousness there. She was right. Losing the herd might be a blow the ranch couldn’t recover from. “Riley, are you sure?”

“I’m sure! Now come on, I need to go pack! And I’m going to need the contact information for that other vet so we can compare notes and hopefully nip whatever this thing is in the bud!”

“I can’t take all the credit for that,” Riley followed Bianca up a small hill overlooking the northern part of the ranch, “Wow, this is a great view!”

“Isn’t it? My grandfather used to bring me up here when I was a kid. He’d tell me stories about the ranch’s history, point out all the places we could see from here, and explain what each was used for.”

“That sounds like a good memory.”

“It is. Later, after he died, I started coming up here by myself. At first, it was just to feel close to him, but the more time I spent looking at and thinking about this place, the more determined I was to save it.”

Riley nodded in understanding. Drake had told her how Bianca’s father had abandoned the ranch. Preferring the cushy life of a politician to the harsh life of a rancher, he had let the ranch fall into a state of disrepair. “I get it. You love this place. It’s obvious.”

“I do. The only thing I love more is my children; you’re good for both.”

“What?” Riley blinked against the afternoon sun as she studied the other woman’s face.

“You’re good for this ranch, Riley, and you’re good for my son.”

“Oh…I…”

“I’m not reading that situation wrong, am I?”

A flush spread across Riley’s face, “No, ma’am, you’re not.”

Riley had been prepared to stay in a hotel room, but neither Drake nor his mother would hear of it. She had been given a room in the main house, right down the hall from Drake.

The first few weeks she had tried to maintain some kind of boundary between them. She was there for the cattle, she was there to give Liam and Hana space, and she was there to heal a little and figure out her next steps.

What she wasn’t there to do was jump straight into another relationship, one with Liam’s best friend, one that was likely a rebound. Especially when she was there to work.

But it had proven impossible to keep her distance from him for any appreciable amount of time. Not only did he run the ranch, which threw them into close proximity with each other as they worked to find the cause of the illness spreading through the herd, but since she had agreed to stay at the ranch rather than a hotel, they were eating meals together and spending their downtime together.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

“What?” Riley spun toward the voice. She hadn’t heard anyone enter the stables, “What makes you think I’ve been avoiding you?”

“Because you’ve been avoiding me.”

She sighed as she tightened the girth on the horse she was tacking up, “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t sure how to handle the whole situation.”

“What situation?” He opened another stall and lead a beautiful chestnut gelding out. He wasn’t going to cancel his plans to ride just because she was there first. In fact, he was prepared to follow her if that’s what he had to do to get answers.

“You know what situation, Drake.”

“No, I really don’t. I thought we really hit it off in Cordonia. We got along well; the sex was amazing, and you spilled your guts to me on the plane ride home about everything with Hana and Liam. What changed? Did I do something wrong?”

Riley took the horse by the reins ready to lead her out of the stables, but she paused in astonishment, “What? No! You’ve been nothing short of amazing, Drake! You’ve been there for me in a way very few people ever have!”

He dropped the saddle he was about to put on the horse on the ground and moved closer to her, “Then why are you avoiding me?”

“I just…” tears welled up in her eyes, “I’m sorry. After everything that happened, what you witnessed with me and Liam and Hana….and after everything I told you….I just assumed you would want to extricate yourself from that whole mess. I didn’t want you to feel obligated-“

With almost no warning, she found herself in his arms, “Riley, look at me! Extricating myself from this situation, as you call it, is the last thing I want! And obligation is the last thing I feel when I think of you! Goddamn it, girl! How do you not know what you do to me?”

“I just thought, maybe I should get myself sorted before I get more entangled with you. I still have feelings for Liam and-“

“I’m well aware of your feelings for Liam,” his fingers traced up the side of her face and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His eyes locked on hers, full of pleading, longing, and determination, “I’m not asking you to stop having feelings for Liam. I’m not asking you to end your relationship with him. But I am asking…no, I’m begging you, Riley, to give this, to give us the same chance! And I have never begged anyone for anything in my life! Don’t you want to know if this could be something?”

The world stood still as she stared back into his eyes for an eternity. Then she nodded.

“Yes? That’s a yes? You’ll give us a chance? Stop avoiding me?”

“Yes.”

He surged forward and claimed her lips.

“I’ve never seen my son this happy,” Bianca told her, “And you saved this ranch.”

“I had help,” Riley demurred.

“I know you collaborated with other ranches and vets in the area, but-“

“And Texas A&M University-“

“Yes, I’m aware, but still, it was you here on our land, up before the sun came up and up after it went down, working right alongside all of us. You kept up with seasoned ranch hands, Riley, that’s impressive.”

Riley laughed, “Don’t let the title fool you, I’m no stranger to hard work. I was waiting tables in my parent’s restaurant at twelve and I could run the kitchen by fifteen.”

“And you were top of your class in Veterinarian school.”

“Bianca! Did you run a background check on me?” Riley’s mouth fell open in astonishment.

Bianca shrugged, “When my son told me he was bringing some woman I’d never heard of home to mess with my cattle? You’re damn straight I did!”

Riley burst into laughter, “Fair enough!”

“I know you’re planning to return to Cordonia soon, but I wanted to make sure you knew that you had other options.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you could stay. I’m offering you a job here at the ranch as well as a home. If you don’t want to stay in the main house, there’s a small guest house closer to the stables that you could take. And I’m also giving my stamp of approval to your relationship with my son.”

Riley sighed as she turned away from Bianca and looked out across the miles of pasture. The job offer wasn’t a total surprise. Large animal vets were scarce, and Bianca liked her.

But she wasn’t at all sure she wanted to move away from Cordonia permanently. “What if I say no to the job offer? Will you still give your blessing to my relationship with Drake?”

Bianca scoffed, “Of course, I will. I mean it, Riley, you’re good for him. Just think about the job for a day or two before you make up your mind, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed, a multitude of emotions swirling and mixing inside her, “I’ll think about it.”

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anon asked: This idea is half formed and barely an idea but... Cow demon reader in kny,,, is on my brain,,,, I just feel like the demon slayers/hashira may end up capturing them and making them a docile heifer instead of killing them like the other demons. Abdubdieje like I said, barely formed but I figured I'd share

cw demon reader has cow like traits, afab, implied all of the hashira are into you, mentions of being free use for the 12 kizuki and muzan, mention of coerced blowjob for Ubuyashiki so dubcon warning, smutty/suggestive in general

You would be the 12 kizukis little toy. You’re completely owned. Treated like a god and like a whore.

One of them, douma probably, had you with them when things went south, some hashira showed up and in the chaos, you were left behind!

Mitsuri felt so bad! You were cowering, ears pinned down, clothes in disarray, tears welling up in your bright eyes, shivering. She sent her crow to bring someone around. The corps would hold onto you, you’d be safe! She assured you.

You sat so patiently, you couldn’t be a danger! Maybe you were like Nezuko, and they could help you.

It’s unfortunate that they all want to keep watch of you…

The one with flaming bright hair always has his eye on you but it could just be because he’s keeping watch, but the tall man with white hair is blatantly staring and you feel like prey.

The angry one uses you to train. He’ll grab you from your room, manhandle you, and use you for weightlifting. He sometimes yells at you that you’re not heavy enough and makes you hold heavy things that make you tired, panting and sweaty.

The girl who found you is so nice, she asks to play with your hair and talk, and she brings the boy with the snake with her too. That snake is an issue, always wandering from him, and winding tightly around you. Your thighs, your chest, your arms, he pillows your flesh and just stays there. You think he’s trying to suffocate you like a mouse…Mitsuri and Iguro can’t help but stare.

You huddle close to the arm of the tall man with prayer beads, think him to be a saint and an escape from the lustful stares. So used to being a pet for the demons, you often find yourself moving into his lap. He’s says it’s alright. But the feeling of your soft chest on his arm, the warmth of you in his lap, oh dear is he fighting some internal demons to keep from giving into his thoughts

The demons will come back for you, of course they will. Maybe the lower ranks will be sent out. You swear you’ve been seeing the pink dipped hair of a certain boy in your dreams.

Now I’m thinking about Ubuyashiki taking advantage of his status as head, and the image of a calm, almost righteous, perfect man, and abusing it against you.

Calling you to his room, manipulating you, getting you in between his legs, back trembling against his chest, as his fingers toy with your clit, gently, too gently, to the point you don’t get to feel the rush of release.

You couldn’t tell anyone, they wouldn’t believe you, no matter how many times you come out of that room with your hair mussed and your lips puffy, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue as you try to keep calm.

Muzan isn’t at all happy to hear about this…

#here it is!#i found it #cream slayer #toasted sugar cream #cream afab #demon slayer smut #cw dubcon #cw dubious consent #if i missed some tags please let me know!#cream writes

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googiesarakaya · 5 months

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do you have some cashish lying around? some disposable income? are you gripped with the capitalist urge to spend money this weekend but burdened by the understanding that, hey, that’s probably just the consumerism trained into you and you don’t actually need a six egg cooker and actually waiting for the water to boil is fine, what’s even the point of a one trick pony like that?

but you still need that itch scratched. that money spending high. consider giving to your non-profit of choice next week!

it’ll be giving tuesday on the 28th, which is a day that always happens the tuesday after american thanksgiving, and is meant to ~counter~ black friday and cyber monday’s utter consumerism. spend on non-profits instead of capitalism!

it also means most of the international ngos are running match campaigns! what does that mean!! your donation is gonna get matched, usually with a limit on the amount and with a deadline (ex your gift will be matched until they reach $50k by midnight, 11/28).

here’s a few places doing matches for giving tuesday!

-doctors without borders

-international rescue committee

-save the children

-planned parenthood

-heifer international

and if you’re not in a place to give, don’t worry! getting involved in social is also important (seeing people just talk abt the entertainment community fund on my dash during the actors strike was incredible).

#at the end of the day #giving tuesday #isnt rly a special day #its just a fun little day to get you to remember to donate #which is great bc americans in particular love deadlines and matches #this just a reminder to donate really #and not to judge nonprofits based only on their overhead percentages #bc ppl deserve to be paid and guess what #some of us work in nonprofits #and it costs money to raise money #ask me more abt cost to acquires and donor lifetime values #and i will start crying

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soulofapoet · 4 months

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To be a vampire. To sway to my internal melody. To smile as the moon rises, soul aching for the touch of the sun, unsure of why. The bittersweet tang of the blood stolen, coveted for my soul. To rest in a coffin, symbol of man’s death, yet I will live forever on. Though the burn of the mortal’s cross still stings on my neck.

To be a pirate. To risk my life for my family, to have control. To dance and sing in victory as we’ve conquered another ship, defeated and recruited. To inhale and feel drawn to the salty water, an aqua death to the naive. Guilt swallowing me like the deep as we marooned yet another. The sea has no mercy.

To be a cowboy. To look into the heifer’s eyes and see God. The euphoria that fills me as my steed moves with me, air surrounding. In the sweet laughs and campfires, stories told and jokes tossed. Underneath the clear sky, too many stars to count, it overwhelms me. Yet as the merciless hold me at gunpoint, I place my hat over my heart.

#authorwrites #poetry #original poem #poets on tumblr #poets and poetry #All 3??#All 3 :)

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peach-cream-enmu-archive · 2 years

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This idea is half formed and barely an idea but...

Cow demon reader in kny,,, is on my brain,,,, I just feel like the demon slayers/hashira may end up capturing them and making them a docile heifer instead of killing them like the other demons.

Abdubdieje like I said, barely formed but I figured I'd share

You would be the 12 kizukis little toy. You’re completely owned. Treated like a god and like a whore.

One of them, douma probably, had you with them when things went south, some hashira showed up and in the chaos, you were left behind!

You sat so patiently, you couldn’t be a danger! Maybe you were like Nezuko, and they could help you.

It’s unfortunate that they all want to keep watch of you…

The one with flaming bright hair always has his eye on you but it could just be because he’s keeping watch, but the tall man with white hair is blatantly staring and you feel like prey.

The demons will come back for you, of course they will. Maybe the lower ranks will be sent out. You swear you’ve been seeing the pink dipped hair of a certain boy in your dreams, and the spider demon out of the corner of your eye when you are escorted out.

Please tell me more if you have more ideas! I love this, it could be fun to build on!

#a cow demon reader that’s so good #imagine the trio coming to the butterfly mansion and inosuke struggle to fight his urge to chase you down #you look like a meal #cream filled #cream slayer

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I really like Alwyn. He’s such a adorable guy. When he called reader a “heifer” my heart soared, but I could relate to reader on probably not wanting to be called that. Like unless I’m dressed up in a cute cow costume don’t even compare me to a cow, 😭😭😭. And o felt that having reader now have a degradation kink is such a cool thing to do, because usually when I read about insecure readers they almost always have a degradation kink (which isn’t bad, I still like reading those) I felt when you incorporate in her character it made her unique from any other insecure reader I have read before, especially since she’s a lady and was taught to be treated like such. Also I just love that he has a build shrine for her. I can imagine how feral he will be when she’s pregnant and her after glow after being pregnant. Do you think he’ll have a lactation kink 🤔? I feel like he would do, because this man (like you don’t already know this : D) has no shame 💀. Watching her waddling around, getting a bit big for the baby (force feeding by Alwyn), I can see him wanting to throw her on the bed and have some fun under the sheets, but since she’s in such a fragile state his overprotection mode is going overdrive. It’s a constant internal struggle, she’s so sexy that he want to rough her up a bit, but she’s always pregnant with his child so he wants to handle her as if she delicate glass. And getting fucked in front his men 🫣, me personally would get embarrassed 😭😭😭. Also I felt that since they live in something kind of medieval time period I feel like they wouldn’t use words like “tits” “sexy” ( because sexy wasn’t created till the 1920s and tits were invented in the 20 century) not to be disrespectful or anything, I thought to make it better was maybe change a bit of the dialogue 🤏. I can imagine the little nicknames he would come up with for his kids, especially if it’s a girl who looked just like reader. I feel like he would make a amazing girl dad. Would praise her beauty, set high standards for any man he who has the guts to even consider approaching his little girl, spoil her, etc. I had watched this one Tiktok where this infant daughter had cried when her dad came home and didn’t immediately pick her up, so when he did she stopped crying and started to smile and laugh, it was so cute 🥰, but the mom was “wow, isn’t she just spoiled 😀” 😭😭😭. She’ll have Alwyn wrapped around her finger. I sorry I haven’t been talking to you, just I had a lot of stuff to do like school assignments and such. Hoped you like this :)

That's totally fine! You don't have to apologise, I've been a bit busy as well. Yes, I loved it!

Hehe I actually quite like the nickname heifer, I don't know why but when it's said in a kind and loving way with my, pretty or sweet in front I don't mind it. But yeah in the case of the reader she thinks it refers to looks or weight or just how some people call women cows in a nasty way so she doesn't really see his thought process behind it. To be honest, if someone called me a heifer I would have to think back on our entire relationship and conversations to make sure it was meant nicely.

Yeah, I don't mind degradation in fics either and it made more sense to me for the reader to want to be praised. She's never been praised for a lot of things in her life, especially when it comes to romantic things, so to hear all the things she's heard her sisters been called and all the things she longed to be called said to her in such a loving and awestruck way just melts her heart. I wanna stress again that Alwyn is lucky he's the first one to ever voice his attraction to the reader, he's lucky that he happened to be the first man to ask on the last day. Otherwise, the reader really would have allowed anyone who showed attraction to her to marry her (which isn't very healthy but I wanna show how desperate she is for love). Oh yeah, she's a lady! Her dad's youngest too, she might not have ever had anyone show her attraction but she has been given respect by her peers and subjects since she was born, so yeah she gets mad when Alwyn doesn't give her that.

I am debating whether to eventually have the reader get pregnant just cause I already have it written in Freddy's and I have it planned it for the Mad King's stories, and I know some people aren't comfortable with it (unlike us two :D ) and since Alwyn is my most popular story I don't want to marginalise anyone. I will probably do a short drabble on it but not have it 'canon' if some people don't want to. But!!!!! I really love the idea of it. He would have no idea what to do and yeah exactly like you said he would go to pick the reader up and then freak out and just be in this constant battle of wanting to touch the reader and then pulling away last second.

Oh boy does he have no shame! Like I said in another drabble, he is down for whatever, so if the reader was pregnant fuck yeah he would be into lactation kink. Also, I think it would quite funny cause before the baby she was his pretty heifer in his mind but now (and if he ever called her this he would be dead) she's his pretty cow.

It would make me so embarrassed too! I wasn't going to put it in but Alwyn is all about attention so it is very him to wanna do that and it turns him on knowing that his men will probably get off later to the memory of his wife's moans but knowing they can never have her.

Haha! Probably, I was torn between making it historically accurate in terms of dialogue and making it easier to read for the readers. There are places I know I slipped into modern slang and things but it was hard to come up with dialogue that flowed and didn't seem as cold. I know I did better in my mad king series but I think it's because (even though there's a shadow demon) to me that one is more historical than this one. To me this one is fantasy. But thank you for telling me! I'll have a look through it and see if I can change some things.

Alwyn would be a great girl dad! I love those thoughts and ideas! I can see him having her on his shoulders as he goes about his business around the camp and she even orders the men around with her arms crossed on top of her dad's shoulders.

Thank you for your thoughts! I loved it!!!!!! :D <3

Also to the anon! I have seen your ask but I have to rush to an exam and then work so I won't be able to answer it till tonight! But I have seen it and I love it!

Lots of love Mae xx

#autumn :)#yandere x reader #yandere #oc #mae answers #female reader #pregnancy

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