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xarrixii · 5 months

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Cinder_03 : "Acquisition" ━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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“So, yeah. That’s pretty much it.” Alph had been reluctant to wake up and start today. When they’d woken up, they still hadn’t found the words to properly explain what had really happened.

“If this is your version of a joke, it’s not very funny.” Urban stared at them for a few irritatingly long moments. “You said you weren’t going to continue doing this much longer. Your apprenticeship ends in like, a few months.”

“I know.”

“There’s really no other way to get the money?”

Alph picked up a whiteboard marker, spinning it around in their hand. “Either way this could’ve gone, we were fucked. That asshole who tried stealing my truck or my mother. There wasn’t much of an in-between. Just, believe me when I say I think this is the better end of the deal.”

“How is this the better end? Shit, Raiden, I probably could’ve covered up a murder if you really needed me to. It’s not like we haven’t before.”

“How was I supposed to explain the truck to my dad? He knows when I’m lying straight to his face.”

“How do you exactly expect to tell him that you’re now roped in—in whatever your mother’s going to make us do? I mean, Jesus, the only hint you’ve ever been given is that she’s walking on an illegal tightrope much higher above the ground on six-inch platforms.”

With a sigh, Alph leans back on the couch. “Arguing over my mother has always been a waste of energy. We’ve got time to kill until she gets here, so…”

“You want to play Flash Fire?”

“I want to play Flash Fire,” Alph gives off their cheekiest grin.

“I’m going to beat you one day. I know I will.” Alph nudged Urban, eliciting a quiet laugh.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“He’s right,” Alph’s mother says, opening the garage door. “And I made a promise for you two to be the reason someone rises the ranks today. So get in the car.”

Alph and Urban went silent, Urban standing up with unusual elegance before relaxing again. He waited for Alph to get up and go with, making sure to turn the light off behind them both.

“It’s Amaterasu.” She holds out her hand for Urban, who responds by keeping his own close to his chest.

“Pleasure.”

The insincerity was surprisingly plain, Alph’s mother—better as Amaterasu—getting into the passenger seat. And it was way too quiet. Alph stopped before they’d fully gotten into the car. “You said you would explain it more here, at the garage. Where are we going?”

“A bar,” their mother replied in an instant. “More private than your junkyard.”

“Something tells me you’ve never been to a bar you couldn’t buy out.”

“You do seem to hope you can place more dissonance with me than you already do, don’t you? It’s not a real bar…” She hesitated, thinking. “...Raiden.”

“We get to keep at least something, then.”

“Get in the car.”

Alph didn’t move.

“Rai, just, come on. Let’s go. Get it over with as soon as we can.”

They grumbled, finally stepping into the car and closing the door. Damn thing sped straight into gear before they managed to get buckled in. Smoothly rolled into a parking space later, though.

“I thought you two were at least semi-competent, managing to conceal yourselves for this long with so many public records. Seems all you really do in your free time is prance around playing video games you stole names from. In hindsight, I should have expected as much.”

“Yeah, thanks. You too.”

“Therapy expenses are included in being part of Cinder, if it convinces you any further.”

“Cinder?” Urban cut in. “That’s what you’re calling it?”

“That’s what it’s always been called.” She beckoned them over through the empty bar to a booth, a few sheets of paper sprawled out.

“Hate to burst your bubble, Mum,”

“They aren’t legal documents. They detail your living quarters, missions, and supervisor. Who I’ll let take the reins now.” She strolled over to the bar, leaving them and Urban with whatever blonde prick had been driving the car.

“Listen, usually Cinder gives off their whole spiel, y’know, welcome to our not-so-legal crazy murder psycho condemning organization, it’s a real big opportunity, but I don’t think you two really need to hear that. I know you’re picturing this whole year-long contract thing, but it’s really just dependent on how much you fuck up within that year. More you fuck up, longer you stay, yadda yadda. You’ve been expected to fuck up a decent bit like most starter operatives. I hope I didn’t shatter your ego because my telepathy doesn’t put that back together. Capiche?”

“A name would be nice,” Urban picked up a few of the papers strewn along the table.

“Liam. Bauer. Don’t try to look it up anywhere, you won’t find it. And congratulations, you get to skip the entire Cinder training program and hop straight into your first objective, which is what this lovely briefcase is for over here.” Liam slammed the briefcase not so lightly onto the table and clicked it open. “Did you two understand anything I just said in the past minute or so, or do I have to say it again in a slightly more monotonous voice?”

Alph’s grip on their arm was tighter than they’d like it to be.

“Fantastic. Your first objective is to not kill yourselves integrating into Cinder for the first time after your training program, which you, again, did not do, but alas. Any questions?”

“Yeah, are you gonna continue?” Urban shook a hand through his hair. “We’ll just cut in on your monologue when we want to speak. Kinda how conversation works nowadays regardless who you’re talking to. Especially in the whole rich ass society department.”

“You’re smarter than you look, kid. I’ll give you that.”

“Right.”

Liam cleared his throat. “Well, first things first, credit cards. Designed for when you’re on the job. There were a few incidents years back where agents had to buy things while they were out and about. Like, for example, a hydrokinetic buying a water bottle makes sense. Warning, they do look at your history. They once got mad at me because I bought a few bagels. Please don’t go off the rails, they have two hundred each before they cap out.

“Second, fake ID cards. It would really suck if you got arrested because you got pulled over and couldn’t prove your identity to an officer. Don’t use them until it’s been confirmed we’ve gotten you into the system⸺”

“Woah, what?” Alph put their hand down on the ID cards, standing up. “How the hell are you supposed to do that?”

“Pardon my security efforts not to explain that to you. Your little seeking justice for everyone who’s never wronged you thing is spilling out of your mind like you just slashed through the Jager Dam. The more you use these, probably the better. Makes it less likely anyone looks into you.

“Third and finally, your Cinder sleeves! The design represents you being under good old Amaterasu’s branch of the organization. Don’t lose these, it gives you access into Cinder complexes.”

Alph watched Urban grab his from the table, examining it.

“At least it’s not spandex,” he said wearily. Urban had definitely been more tired than usual today. He always studied little things the more tired he was. “Would hate walking around looking like some generic supervillain whose only real goal is to take power.”

“One,” Liam kicked their feet up onto the table, leaning back as much he could. “Not Cinder’s goal. Two, there is a separate uniform, but we’re not going to mug you while you’re sleeping for your pant size.”

“How noble of you,” Alph replied, smile finally forming on their face again. “So what is Cinder’s goal, exactly?”

“To keep generic supervillains in check, in the simplest version. It’s just easier when you don’t have to follow the law to do that, so we paint ourselves as criminals. Don’t worry, you probably won’t deal with many cops. People we fight aren’t exactly their best friends either.”

“So you’re the neutral pilot force controlling the galaxy.”

“No.”

Alph leaned forward, taking their sleeve and whisking it up their arm, flexing their fingers. Then they looked over at Urban, who had also pulled theirs on after taking off their glove that had been there. Calmly, “Ours are red and black, assuming that means we’re pyrokinetic. Yours has green and purple. What kind of shit color scheme is that?”

Liam glared over at Urban. “If I had an answer to give you, kid, I’d give you it.”

“So there’s two colors for telepathy?”

“No⸺ Green is telepathy, purple is telekinesis.”

Urban scrutinized Liam’s face for a moment before grabbing the other stuff Liam had thrown onto the table and putting it away.

“Given the telepathy, please don't go writing fanfiction in your head near me. Especially since neither of you have learned how to set up blockades past religiously thinking about marbles.”

Amaterasu strolled back over, setting a few bottles of alcohol and empty glasses on the table. “I hope he’s finished his monologue so I can detail you on making yourselves look mildly competent in front of your soon-to-be colleagues.”

“If you think we’re that useless, why’d you employ us in the first place?” Urban moved the empty glass in front of him to the side.

“I think you misunderstood my intentions. I think that you are useless, darling. Raiden has the kind of potential I’m looking for, you’re more or less here so you have less excuses to run down to your local police department.”

“Mum,” Alph’s patience was running thin.

“He’s legally a D-class. Pardon me that he can’t do anything without a flame to manipulate.”

Alph generated a small amount of fire to blossom in their hand, putting one foot onto the table before Urban put a hand on their shoulder. “It’s not worth it, Rai. She’s right.”

“Yes, now get your feet off the table. Both of you.” She flicks Liam’s arm, who shrugs, chuckling. “Recently, Storm—well, I suppose. Storm has been a long dormant enemy of Cinder, and they’ve recently been jumpstarted by some of our old personnel. We’re trying to deal with it as fast as we can. Without the resources we have, they rely on other factors, like businesses in plain sight. They can’t put all of their money into one checking account or a few measly dropoff points, not if they’re smart.

“That’s how we found the bank they’re running. Little kickstart just off main. Bunch of falsified accounts, spread out money, and they can get it all insured. You two are going to help take it down. Every part of it.”

“Wait, Hayton Deposits?” Alph snatches the file from their mother’s hand as she’s setting it down. “Seriously? But⸺”

“I know it’s a major upgrade from terrorizing loan sharks, but you’re also not alone anymore and you’re not going to fit in very well if you’re sitting recon all the time. Make it out of this alive, and you’ll integrate into Cinder. Nobody would ask any questions from there. I’d like to make it clear this opportunity is a privilege to quickly get you in.”

“So fighting your jumpstart enemies and the cops is considered a privilege?”

“Told you they wouldn’t take kind to that, Matty,” Liam is quieted with a glare.

She clears her throat, pouring a glass of champagne for herself. “It’s this or a prison cell, Raiden.”

Alph glances over at Urban, who began picking at the edge of his sweatshirt. Then they bit their lip and suppressed their anger into a clenched fist. They couldn’t keep putting Urban into rehab, and they couldn’t get on too bad of terms with their mother.

“I take it you understand that premise?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Meet Liam at the armored truck parked in the vertical lot on 34th after your apprenticeship this Tuesday. Text him when he needs to be there.” She gestures at Urban. “If it helps, I’m the only one who wanted you on the mission. I’ll be your enemy number one.”

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shewritesinblackink · 1 month

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The horizon of Dawn - a walking dead universe fanfic - part 2: guts

twdxf!oc!

part 1, part 3,

ao3 link here to come :)

Eventually one day Dawn was allowed to join Glenn on a supply run in the city. Other people wanted to go as well; Andrea, T-dog, Jacqui and Morales. Shane wasn’t so pleased with that, even less when he heard Merle was going too. But knowing Merle would be there to keep an eye on the newcomer calmed him a little. As the group took off toward Atlanta, the rest of the camp got back to their usual chores and whereabouts.

Everything went well in the city until Glenn came back with a new guest– and a herd of geeks. Andrea drew her gun to the guy’s face and Dawn noticed that the blond woman hadn’t removed the safety. Everyone started to talk to make her put the gun down, but she was angry. So angry at the stranger for rigging the dinner bell, angry because she was panicking, because she thought they wouldn’t be able to get out of the city. It was so easy to fall into a panic state. She eventually stopped, dropped the gun and T-dog tried the radio again. But nothing but statics.

“Maybe the roof. There we’ll have better reception.”

A few seconds later they all heard gunshots, and Andrea sighed.

“Is that Dixon?”

“What is that maniac doing?” asked Morales, really concerned.

They all started to run to the staircase, taking two steps at a time, trying to go as fast as their legs would allow them. They opened the roof’s door in a big clang! and disbelief washed over them at what they witnessed.

“Hey Dixon! Are you crazy?” T-dog was the first to speak, raising his voice over the gunshots noises. Merle was propped one foot on the edge of the roof, aiming at the walkers below with a sniper rifle, hitting every target. He left out a laugh when he heard T-dog and kept firing at the flesh-eaters below them.

Andrea let out a groan. “Oh jeez.”

“Hey! Y’all be more polite to a man with a gun uh! Just common sense.” His heavy southern accents eating the syllables more than Dawn ever heard– not that the man spoke a lot at camp though. She observed him, how he held the rifle, how he didn’t miss a single target. He was trained, well trained.

“Man, you’re wasting bullets we ain’t even got!” T-dog was getting impatient but Merle only laughed more, readying himself to aim at another target.

“And you’re bringing even more of them down our ass! Man, just chill!”

Dawn looked down toward the streets, where black masses were moving slowly, growling in the distance.

“hey! Bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day.” he said pointing toward Morales, “Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day.” His face was distorted in a mix of rage from being disturbed whilst in the middle of his little therapy-shooting session, and a smile that would tell you a lot of stories if you’d only dared look at it.

“That”ll be the day? You got something you wanna tell me ?”

“T-dog, man, leave it.” Morales said, sensing the storm about to strike.

“No.” T-dog seemed ready for whatever furry would unleash on him.

“Hey, it ain’t worth it. Relax.”

Merle looked right into T-dog’s eyes, stepping toward him, licking his lips like a predator ready to eat his prey. He’s far from being relaxed, thought Dawn.

“Ye wanna know the day?”

T-dog nodded, “Yeah.” And Dawn knew it was going to get bad.

“I’ll tell you the day, M.Yo. It’s the day i’ll take order from a nigger.” Merle spat down the word and then really spat on the concrete floor. T-dog’s face was tense from anger. “Mother..” but he couldn’t finish his sentence as the two men broke off into a fistfight.

“Hey, woah cut it out, man!”

“Dixon, that's enough!”

Everybody yelled at the redneck to stop punching T-dog, who was now lying on the hard floor, receiving rageful hits on the face. Merle’s knuckles were red from T-dog’s blood, but he kept going. again and again as if in a trance.

Dawn watched, glued to her spot, not daring saying anything or doing anything. She knew that Merle had a temper, she saw him argue with Shane more than once since she’d joined them, and she’d suspected him, just by how he held himself and how he behaved, that he was some kind of racist and sexist redneck. But she’d thought with the end of the world he’d at least contain his feelings and be better. What a mistake. And today’s interaction only confirmed it.

“Stop it! Get off him!” Andrea screamed, almost hysteric.

And as if Merle heard Andrea’s pleading and was considering it, he stopped beating the man on the floor, his fist still in the air. But all of a sudden there was a gun in his hand, pointed at T-dog.

Everyone inhaled sharply, taking a step back, holding a hand to their mouth. Andrea cried out, “Oh no, no, no, please!”

Merle got up suddenly, looking at his crowd like a proud rooster taking in his little audience.

“All right, we’re gonna have ourselves a little powwow, uh? Talk ‘bout who’s in charge.” He threw a wicked grin, “I vote me.” his voice was now calm and collected as if he hadn’t been beating the shit out of another man a second ago. “Anybody else? Democracy time, y’all! Show off hands, uh! All in favors, c’mon!”

With the gun still in his hand, he continued on until every hand was raised. Nobody had dared resist him considering how unpredictable he was.

“Okay, that’s good. Yeah, real good. That means i’m the boss, right? Anybody else?”

The stranger that Glenn had saved only moments prior had been oddly silent until now, he took a step closer behind Merle.

“Yeah.” Before Merle could register what was happening to him, the stranger hit him with a pipe and handcuffed him to another pipe screwed to the roof.

Dawn watched in bewilderment.

“Hey! Who the hell are you man!?” the redneck started to frantically move his wrist, trying to get free from the handcuffs. He started yelling and kicking like a newborn. pathetic. He better regain control of himself if he wanna be freed.

“Officer friendly,” the stranger cocked his head to one side, “Look here, Merle. Things are different now.” He knelt to be at the other man’s level, but stayed far enough so he wouldn't be kicked at or grabbed. “There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart.”

Merle only spat in response, “screw you, man.”

“I see you make a habit of missing the point.” He got up, adjusting his cop’s belt with his holster. Only now Dawn registered the man’s outfit. He’s a cop?

“Yeah well, screw you twice.”

Clearly Merle was in no state to be spoken to. His head still red, flush from the fight against T-dog, his chest lifting heavily and his handcuffed wrist jolting from time to time.

“Ought to be polite to a man with a gun.” The cop took a step back, cocking his gun, mimicking Merle’s words. “Only common sense.”

“Ye wouldn’t. Yer a cop.”

“All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that.”

Rick’s glare was focused and steady, his hand still holding the gun, his finger itching for the trigger.

“What are ye gonna do now? Arrest me?” Merle laughed loudly but the stranger walked away, snatching Merle sniper on the ground at the same time.

“Hey that’s my stuff! If I get loose, you'd better pray… Hey you hear me you pig!”

“Yeah, your voice carries.” the cop mutters.

The others, still in shock, regroup toward the man in the cop uniform, throwing uneasy glances at the handcuffed redneck.

“You’re not Atlanta P.D. Where you from?” Asked Morales.

“Up the road a ways.”

“Well, officer friendly from up the road a ways, welcome to the big city.” Morales welcomed the newcomer, offering him his hand to shake.

Few moments later Merle had seemed to calm down. His eyes were closed and his head lifted downward. T-dog was seated on the floor not far from the redneck, he was adjusting the radio’s channel to try getting a clear signal. But his words were lost to the statics. The hard sun of the afternoon was harsher in the city than at the quarry, reverberating on the concrete’s roof of the building with nothing to cast shades or take cover under. Sweat had formed on Dawn’s forehead and she wiped it with a cloth from her back pocket as she silently thanked herself for braiding her hair that morning before going.

“It’s useless. Stop wasting the battery.” The young woman said to T-dog after hearing him curse. He threw her a look she didn’t really know what to do with. She sat up beside him, but not too close. She didn’t quite feel comfortable enough around these people yet.

“How’d you expect to get out o’ here then?” The woman only shrugged before Morales came in.

“How’s that signal?”

“Like Dixon’s brain… weak.” the white man threw the finger to T-dog, who did well to ignore him.

“keep trying.”

“Why?” asked Andrea, “that’s useless, there’s no one.”

“It’s up to us to find a way out.” said the cop, his hand on his hips.

“Good luck with that.” Merle's words were ignored but he kept talking, making comments toward Andrea. The woman ignored him and they all started to search for a plan to get out of the city unscathed. Jacqui seemed to know quite some useful things about old buildings and how they were built so they all headed for the machinery in the basement, where the boilers and pipes were.

Everyone got assigned a job but T-Dog and Dawn. They stayed on the roof, waiting.

Don’t they trust me? I could be useful.

“Anybody out there? Hello? Anybody copy? I'm hoping to hear somebody's voice 'cause I'm getting sick and tired of hearing mine.”

“Yeah, well, that makes two of us. Why don't you knock that crap off? You're giving me a headache, boy.” Merle looked up to the two people seated in front of him.

“Why don't you pull your head out of your ass? Maybe your headache will go away.” That made Dawn laugh silently but apparently Merle caught her.

“What’s so funny suga’?”

The look she gave him made him shut up for a moment before he scoffed to himself and returned to his half-asleep state.

#fanfic #fanfic writing #the walking dead #twd imagine #twd merle #twd fanfic #twd daryl #female original character

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ricard-blythe-ffxiv · 2 months

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DWC - Day 5 - Notorious

Just mind the estate, he said.

It’ll be simple, he said.

It wasn’t the first time Delwyn had been left to watch over Ricard’s affairs while the other man had…gone off to do whatever the hell he was off doing. (He’d been doing this work long enough to know that sometimes one just was better off not knowing. If he needed to know, he’d be told, and if he wasn’t told, then he didn’t need to know.) And most of the time it was a simple enough job - make sure missives were responded to, let people know that Ricard wasn’t available, and occasionally…deflect.

Nothing to fret about, no cause for concern, all things that he already did on a nearly daily basis.

But that was all dealing with Ricard’s typical clientele - his usual clientele, and the minute he heard Victor’s panicked voice from down the hall he knew something was off.

There was only one person that boy panicked around…

“Ah fuck.”

Delwyn scampered - managing to put away the various papers he’d been scanning through before the doors were opened and Catherine Blythe stepped into the room, scanning for it’s occupants as Victor came running in behind her.

“Lady…lady Blythe! I told you ma’am, he’s not here!”

“And I told you, Victor, that I don’t believe you. Ricard has had you tell that particular fib before when he didn’t feel like entertaining…ah, Mister Baines.”

“Lady Blythe. We weren’t expecting you this evening. Something we can help you with?”

Delwyn braced himself internally as Catherine turned her critical eye on him, once again glancing around the room as if trying to determine where Ricard had managed to hide himself. “Perhaps…Victor mentioned to me downstairs that my son was away on business.”

“Yes ma’am, that’s correct.”

He maintained a neutral expression, watching as the older woman took several steps into the office. He’d seen this behavior many times before - Ricard did the same thing when he was thinking, calculating, and Delwyn new he had to choose his next words carefully. He’d been left specific instructions not to inform anyone of where Ricard had wandered off to, and he could only impact the havoc his mother would wreck with the information if she had it.

As entertaining as it might be to watch his boss’s head explode - he did like remaining employed, and he happened to like his job.

“And did he happen to say where he was off to?”

“No ma’am, just that he had business to tend to and he’d be gone a few days.”

Blue eyes narrowed in his direction - he didn’t flinch, couldn’t flinch or she’d know. She always knew.

“You’re certain you don’t know where he went, Delwyn?”

“Positive ma’am, but I can let him know that you stopped by once he’s returned.”

She stared at him for a long moment before giving a little huff and turning back towards the door. “You be sure to do that. I’ll be expecting to hear from him soon.”

“Of course ma’am.” He gave her a tight smile and a small bow as she started to walk away, almost relaxing before she paused at the doorway and turned back towards him.

“Oh, and Delwyn, if I’ve found out you’ve lied to me…”

“You are notorious for your wrath, my lady - I would not risk being on the receiving end of it.”

With a cut nod she turned and left, and it was only after the door closed that the Highlander allowed himself to relax.

Just mind the estate, he said.

It’ll be simple, he said.

He didn’t say anything about having to fend off his mother and her prodding.

I better get paid extra for this.

In the meantime…and just in case he didn’t, he was sure Ricard wouldn’t mind if he broke into his good whiskey - after all, he wasn’t there to notice, right?

@daily-writing-challenge

#dwc2024 #not the perceptive smartass

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scribbuluswrites · 2 years

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The Crack

Well, it’s finally here. What I assume (and hope) is the final installment of this whole series (an entire chaptered epilogue (because i can’t let it GOOOOO)). I cannot believe where it’s gone or how far it has progressed! From just a couple of chapters that had been wiggling around in my brain to a series... That’s how writing goes, right?

As always, thank you so much for sticking around :) All of your interactions/reblogs/comments are so appreciated. Each one is like a proverbial pat on the back. They keep me going, especially in times like recently where I need a little extra just to make it through the day.

It had been nearly a year since Coco had suggested forever. Twelve months of pretending that happily ever after was and could be possible for him. The worst part was that he had genuinely believed it.

“Coco,” Bishop’s voice cut into his thoughts, interrupting his smoke break. He dropped the butt onto the ground and pressed it under his boot before walking over to join his President at the office door.

“What’s up, Pres?” Coco asked, not liking the concerned expression on Bishop’s face.

“Angel was looking for you. He seemed distracted,” Bish commented, rubbing at his beard. “I need both of you focused for tonight, so get it fucking solved.”

Coco sighed heavily. Things had gotten much better with his brother, but there was still tension between them. He wasn’t sure it would ever be completely gone, especially since Angel still refused to relax around Katarina. Even in group settings, he made it clear that he didn’t like Coco’s old lady.

“Yeah, I’ll find him,” Coco groaned, wishing he didn’t have to deal with this before a big club event. Bishop watched him go, still looking concerned over the state of his club members.

Coco tried Angel’s phone. He wasn’t entirely surprised that it went straight to voicemail. With that at least tried, he headed for EZ’s trailer.

“Yo, boyscout!” he shouted, banging on the thin metal door. After a few more knocks, Ez finally appeared at the door, opening the inner one so he could be seen through the screen door. He looked disheveled, and Coco wondered if he’d woken him up. “Where’s your idiot brother?”

EZ huffed a breath and tried to avoid rolling his eyes. He was tired of being caught in the middle between Coco and Angel.

“Look, he’s got Bish twisted up over something, and I gotta squash it before tonight,” Coco explained, uncomfortably shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“I don’t know where he is. He had shit to take care of, and he didn’t tell me when he’d be back,” EZ replied gruffly. Coco stood his ground, not at all convinced. It only took another minute before EZ cracked. “Of course he left this for me to do,” EZ grumbled, opening the screen door.

Coco climbed the stairs, following warily after EZ. He didn’t have the best feeling about whatever this was. He took the proffered beer without any words, leaning his back against the kitchen counter rather than sitting down. The idea of a quick escape felt better than a comfortable seat behind the table.

“Look, I don’t know how to say this,” EZ started, turning the beer in his hands. The nervous fidgeting was setting Coco more on edge.

“Just fuckin’ say it, bro,” Coco snapped, clenching his jaw to stop any further words.

EZ took a deep breath, finally looking at Coco. “Nestor found Happy. He’s not dead.”

The words hung heavily in the air between them. Coco wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react to that news. For the most part, he didn’t care that the Son had been found alive. He was almost a little more frustrated that they hadn’t checked on him carefully enough and had basically abandoned someone from the mother charter.

“Kat’s going to…” EZ trailed off, shaking his head. Coco felt a pit start to grow in his stomach. He hadn’t even thought about having to tell Katarina that Happy was still alive.

“Is he back in Santo?”

EZ shrugged. “I don’t think so. Nes said the intel is good, but Happy is in Mexico still. I kind of assumed he’d want to get back to Charming, so I have no idea what he’s up to.” EZ paused for a few minutes, taking a long swig from his bottle. “You gonna tell Kat?”

“I kinda have to,” Coco shrugged. “Imagine how bad it would be if I didn’t tell her. You know she’ll find out somehow. She fuckin’ knows everything.”

EZ snorted. Coco was right; Katarina always seemed to know things. Even the stuff they tried to keep secret from her. She just seemed to have this natural ability to find out what Coco was hiding from her.

“I will tell her,” Coco repeated, downing the last of his beer. “Just not before tonight. Things go smoothly, then I can figure this shit out,” he continued, pointing a finger in EZ’s face. “Don’t let Angel tell her, either.”

“Trust me, Angel’s scared enough of her,” EZ chuckled, holding his hands up.

Katarina bolted out of bed. From the looks of the grey sky, it couldn’t be much past four in the morning. However, the early hour didn’t seem to have deterred whoever was now pounding on the door of her apartment.

She moved down the hall quickly, her pistol firmly in her left hand. As she got closer to the door, she turned sideways to rest her back against the wall.

“Kat, it’s me,” Coco called through the door. Katarina wrenched the door open in record time, unsure what state Coco had to be in to disturb the entire building like this.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” EZ said, a false brightness in his tone. He was holding up a heavily patched and bloody Coco.

“What the hell happened?” she asked, taking Coco’s other side to help get him into the apartment and over to the couch.

“Shit went south,” Coco said quietly. His eye was covered with a bloody bandage and he already had a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, his shaking hands trying to work the lighter.

Kat’s eyebrows raised, and she turned to look at EZ. Without a word, she took the cigarette from Coco’s lips, staring between the two riders.

“Club business,” EZ said, raising his shoulders. Katarina knew he couldn't tell a non-member about those things, but she still wanted to know what happened to Coco. He was a mess. “Templo tomorrow,” he said around Kat, giving Coco a brief nod before heading back to the door.

Kat followed after him, missing the grimace on Coco’s face. He wasn’t looking forward to all of her questions.

“Club business? That’s really it?” she asked, her voice a harsh whisper as she stepped into the hall behind EZ.

“You know I can’t tell you about it,” EZ replied, sounding almost as exhausted as he looked. “And, you might want to give Coco some time. He’s pretty angry,” he added, turning to walk down the hallway. Katarina wanted to press him for more information, but she knew there was nothing else EZ would tell her.

She went back into the apartment, locking the door behind her. As she moved to the living room, she noticed Coco was already gone from the couch. She heard glass breaking down the hall, and Kat walked towards the bathroom.

Coco was standing in front of the now-cracked mirror, his hands gripping the sink so tightly that his knuckles were white. An orange bottle of prescription pills was open on the floor, likely the cause of the crack in the glass.

“Get out.” Coco’s head was bent down, his hair falling over his face. Even at this distance Kat could imagine the twisted anger on his face, and she could clearly hear the vitriol in his voice.

Katarina didn’t say anything in reply, but she bent down and began gathering up the pills strewn across the tile floor. Coco swiped his foot across the floor, pushing the pills out of her reach.

“I said get the fuck out,” he repeated, his words much louder.

Kat took a deep breath, reminding herself to stay calm. There were plenty of things she wanted to tell Coco, but she knew they would only make this worse. At the least, they could have this fight after he had a good night’s sleep and some time to heal.

She stood up slowly, waiting until Coco finally glanced at her in the mirror. Whatever he had been about to shout at her withered on his lips at the expression in her eyes. Kat wouldn’t yell back, but she certainly wanted Coco to have to look at her.

“I don’t want you to see me like this,” he finally admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

Kat held his eyes in the mirror for a full minute before turning and leaving the room in silence. She got a blanket and pillow out of the linen closet, dropping them on the couch before retiring to their bedroom. She shut the door behind her, hoping Coco would get the message.

Tags: @gemini0410 @scuzmunkie @woahitslucyylu @chibsytelford @withmyteeth

(my taglist is so far out of date. If you’d like to be added or dropped, please let me know!)

#coco cruz #mayans #mayans mc imagine #mayans imagine #coco cruz imagine #johnny coco cruz #Finding It #mayans mc #angel reyes #ez reyes #bishop losa

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transmascnaotoshirogane · 2 years

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splitting, barely fitting; sew up your skull, take your time, and we’ll be just fine

hiii sorry we kinda dropped this fic for a month by accident sobsob we do love writing this we just set impossible standards title is from Meteor Shower by Cavetown!

relationships; vio + erune, vio + blue, vio + green + zelda

ao3 link; x

“So…you’re alive, that’s a good thing.”Erune forced an awkward smile, stirring her tea with a spoon as Vio scoffed. “Thanks, Erune, I didn’t know that I was alive.”Vio mumbled, then sighed. “I’m sorry, that was rude. It’s just that…well, that’s the first thing anyone has been saying to me for the past month” “That’s okay. It must get frustrating, right?”She smiled a more genuine, friendly smile this time. Vio simply nodded, sipping their own tea. “Thank you for having me over.” “I didn’t want to assume that your dislike of public spaces had changed at all, so…I’d assumed you’d like it more if we just hung out here.” “You are…the first person to take that into consideration. I know the others mean well, but…I don’t think I’m ready for being in public right now. I mean, I don’t even have a hand right now. People are gonna ask.” “I…would ask, but it’s probably a touchy subject.” “I would tell you, but your mother is in the other room and I don’t need another person doing a welfare check on me.”Vio deadpanned, waving Erune’s concern off. “I’ll tell you someday.” “You don’t have to ever tell me if you don’t want to. I am, however, going to ask about that hair. It looks like you haven’t cut it in a while.” “Surprisingly, I have terrible coordination so haven’t been able to. It’s fine, though.” “I could cut it for you.”Erune offered, looking at the other. Vio fell quiet, considering it. Part of them is begging to let her cut it, but… Shadow liked them having longer hair. It’d started growing during their time in the fire temple, and Shadow had loved putting little braids in it if Vio wouldn’t sleep. “You should grow it out,”Shadow had muttered to Vio one night. “Mh, yeah?” “Yeah. You’d look nice with long hair. I could braid it for you, too.” “You’re shockingly good at braids.”Vio stated bluntly, causing Shadow to nod in agreement. “I know! It’s literally something I didn’t even know I could do before.” Vio hummed, and they’d thought about it. “Okay. I’ll grow it out long enough for you to put a longer, full braid in my hair.” And Shadow had smiled—no, he’d beamed at them upon hearing Vio say those words. They thought about that a lot. If Shadow were still here, Vio would probably have a braid in their hair all the time. Shadow loved doing it. Maybe it was because it was something to do, maybe it was his way of showing appreciation, Vio isn’t sure. But Vio does know that it was nice. It was nice to see Shadow so relaxed and calm. He was always gentle, too, never tugging too hard on Vio’s hair even when their hair had knots in it. “Uh—I’ll…keep that offer in mind. I think I’ll just keep it like this for now..” “Okay, whatever makes you happy.”She whistled. “So, how’ve you been adjusting to being back?” “It’s…way more difficult than it seems. I haven’t been around anyone for so long..now Red barely wants to leave my side, and if she isn’t there she gets Blue to stay with me. I love ‘em, really, they’re my friends. But..I like being alone, y’know?” “I get that.”She nodded softly. “Being alone can be nice sometimes.” “I’ve been alone for so long. You’d think I’d hate being alone now.” “Solitude can be nice.” “I know that.”Vio smiled. “I was alone for months…until Green showed up, of course.” “...would you have come back if you weren’t found?” Vio paused, thinking about it for a minute. “No. I wouldn’t have. Didn’t have a rhyme or reason to.” “How come?” “I didn’t miss anyone when I was away,”Vio admitted. “I was too…caught up on the ideal of being alone to really miss anyone. I believed I was better off alone…I still think I’m right.” “What makes you feel like that?”She frowned, concern filling her eyes, and Vio wished they’d kept their mouth shut. “Vio, what makes you think you’re better off alone? Nobody deserves to be alone.” “I do.”Vio hummed out with the confidence of the entire army. “I deserve to be alone. I wasn’t really alone anyways.” “Huh?” “I had my thoughts. And who can really be alone if you have those?” “Vio..”Erune frowned, gently holding Vio’s hand. “That isn’t healthy. None of this is.” “Rune. If you’re gonna give me the same lecture everyone else has, I’m just…going.” “Maybe you should listen.”Erune sighed, watching as Vio got up. “It was nice seeing you.”Was all they said before walking out. Vio walked down the path, staring at the ground. They didn’t…mean to be rude to Erune, but— But she’s wrong! Everyone’s wrong! Vio deserves a helluva lot worse than just ‘being alone’—hell, they deserve death. But Vio hasn’t said that, Vio won’t say that. They can’t stand the others incessantly worrying about them. It’s so…it’s so infuriating! Vio doesn’t need pity. Vio wants to be alone. If Vio’d wanted to come back, they would have! But they didn’t! Vio was perfectly fine in the fire temple. Who cares if Vio hasn’t been eating? Who cares about Vio’s severe lack of sleep? Vio never had to deal with this in the fire temple. Goddesses—the fire temple was Vio’s home! It was theirs and it was Shadow’s. It was theirs. The fire temple was where they’d both lived, was where Vio had made all their best memories. And now? Now Zelda and Green are talking about tearing it down. They talk about it in front of Vio as if they aren’t even there! It’s cruel. They’re both cruel. None of them had even bothered to ask what Vio thinks of their stupid plan. It’s like they’re still not even here… Vio didn’t become an idiot while they were gone—of course they didn’t, that wouldn’t make sense. So why is it that everyone is treating them in the way you would treat a newborn baby? Vio’s not fragile, Vio won’t break or scream or cry at everything. Vio’s an 18 year old who is as in control of their emotions as a ruler is in control of their kingdom. Vio hates being treated this way. It’s unfair! Just because they’re impulsive it doesn’t mean they’re an idiot. They’re—they’re still smart…right? Even smart people can make mistakes. But…they don’t want to make a mistake right now. They have to tell Zelda and Green that they can’t tear down the fire temple—they can’t. It’s not right. If—no, when Shadow gets back, they don’t really expect him to live with them, do they? He’d want to go home, to the fire temple. The fire temple is his home. Vio can’t let them take more from Shadow than they already had. Spinning on their heel, Vio began to walk towards the castle. They can’t let the fire temple be torn down—they can’t. “Green!”Vio breathed out once they’d spotted Green a little bit away, standing and talking to a seemingly agitated Blue. “Vio—weren’t you with Erune today?” “I was but then I got mad and left. Listen—I need to talk to you and Zelda, like, yesterday.” “Is it…important?” “Yeah. I think it is.” Green shrugged and nodded. “I’ll…go get her. Wait here.” Vio nodded in response, watching Green walk off. “You seem annoyed, Blue. What’s up?” “Green’s acting like he knows everything. Mind knockin’ him down a peg somehow?” “Of course, it’s what I’m best at. What’s he thinking he knows now?” Blue paused, then sighed. “He thinks that destroying the fire temple will ‘fix’ you.” “What?”Vio’s mouth feels dry. “But…I don’t need fixing..?” “I know, I know. You need healing and help, not ‘fixing’. But Green thinks that the fire temple existing is why you’re so…”Blue blinked, gesturing up and down Vio’s body with a vague noise. “You just gestured to all of me.” “That’s the point.”Blue snorted. “Anyways. I know he means well but he’s doing a fuckin awful job. Even I’m not being that bad and I suck at this.” “No you don’t.”Vio hummed. “What I’m about to do will knock him down anyways.” “You’re not gunna tell me, are you?” “You’ll…find out when Green gets mad at me.” “Vio. Flower. Don’t do anything that you know will make people mad.” “I have to! I can’t let them do this, berry..I can’t. I won’t let it happen, not without fighting it.” “...flower, be careful. Don’t give Green a reason to mark you as insane.” “Why?” Blue fell quiet. Vio’s curious, though. “Why, Blue?” “You’ve been gone for months, and returned with a hand missing. Green could put you in a cell for reason of insanity, Vi.” “They still do that..?” “Unfortunately. Zel’s tryna change it but her pops won’t fucking budge.” “...oh.”Vio mumbled, backing up. “I don’t wanna be in a cell.” Maybe they shouldn’t. …fuck that. “But I have to do this, Blue.”Vio crossed their arms. “What are you even wanting to do, Vi?” “I can’t—” “Vi!” The two turned, looking to see Green waving Vio over, standing next to Zelda. “...gotta go. See ya, Blue.” “Be careful, Vio.” “I will be.”Vio shot Blue a gentle smile before walking over to Green and Zelda. “Hey.” “You needed to talk?”Zelda hummed, linking one of her arms with one of Green’s and her other arm with one of Vio’s. “...yes. It’s important to me.” “What’s it ‘bout?” They gulped at Green’s question, biting their lip. Would…Shadow appreciate this? Would Shadow want Vio to save the fire temple for him..? They don’t know. “The fire temple.”Vio sighed softly, looking down. “I can’t let it be destroyed.” “...Vio—” “Blue told me what you think, Green.”They stated bluntly. “But you need to hear me out. When Shadow comes back—do you think he’ll just want to live with us here? Do you really think that? Listen. I know him. When he comes back—he’ll want familiarity. He’ll want to be home. The fire temple is our—”Vio took a breath. Not ‘our’ home. It’s Shadow’s. “—his home.”They’d finished. “Oh, Vio…he’s…isn’t he?—”Zelda held her breath, looking at Vio with concern. Vio scoffed mentally. They don’t need concern. Not about this. “He’ll come back.” Vio knows he will. He has to. He wouldn’t willingly stay away. “He hated being alone, and there’s nothing lonelier than death.” “You sound so sure.” “Because I am.”They huffed out. “Shadow will come back one day. I’ll do everything I can to help him, too. So—please. You can’t tear it down.” Green let out a sigh. “Violet, we care about you enough to know that the fire temple staying up isn’t healthy for your mental state. I mean—you think he’ll come back.” “He will. Don’t you fucking dare try to tell me that you care.”Vio tugged their arm out of Zelda’s, turning to glare at Green. “Don’t you dare tell me that you care when you talk about tearing the fire temple down in front of me. I lived there for months, do you really think there wasn’t a reason for it?” “...Vio. It’s—the fire temple is dangerous, we don’t want any travellers getting curious–” “Then I’ll help make it safer, Zel! Just—please. Either you keep it up willingly, or I make sure you can’t tear it down. And I don’t want to have to do that.” “Is that a threat?”Green frowned. Vio whistled, and shook their head, then bit their lip and looked at Green in the eyes. They see the fear and caution in Green’s eyes and—oh, they haven’t felt a rush like this in so long, they missed feeling this way. The feeling brings back good memories.. “It can be a threat if you want it to be. Just...think about what I’ve said.”And with that, they turned and walked away, heading home.

#the rainbow twinks #rainbow writings #📚🌈#splitting barely fitting #four swords #four swords fic #vio link #erune #fsa zelda #green link #sbf vio #sbf green #sbf zelda #sbf erune

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glitterynostalgia · 1 year

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Below is a short story I wrote. I originally wrote it as a play Junior year and thought it would be fun to rewrite as a story:

“At Your Own Risk”

It’s a sunny June day in Vegas. We are here for my cousin’s boyfriend’s 21st birthday. She invited me and my sister, Chelsea. My cousin, Tara, and her boyfriend, Mason decided to go watch a movie while my sister and I shopped around. It’s semi annual sale season which is very important.

“First day in Vegas has been pretty relaxing actually. I didn’t know their outlet mall was so lively.” I comment.

I feel as I’ve seen everything already. Yet something catches my eyes. There’s a dark, mysterious looking building. In big red letters it reads “Lucy’s Luxaries”.

“Maybe, we should check this store out!” My sister Chelsea acknowledges.

“That feels like a dumb opening of a horror movie move.”

“I thought you wanted this summer to be about adventure, Yasmin.”

Chelsea gives me a look and walks in anyways. I try to grab her but she yanks her hand. I miss when she was 5 and I could easily pick her up and run. I decide to follow her. I mean if ghostface or Pennywise is in here, i can probably take them out.

As we walk in, I feel chills through my spine. There’s mysterious red handprints on the wall and ominous piano music.

A woman in a long black dress then walks over to us. I want to think maybe this is just like a Spencer’s or Hot Topic.

“Welcome girls, Come on in. Everything is 50% off. But both of you should be aware of one small thing.” The woman smiles.

“What thing?” I ask concerned

“ Don’t dare go through the painted line at the back”

Chelsea rolls her eyes and smiles a bit.

“Why? Is there construction or something?” Chelsea asks

“Not necessarily but we just don’t want a repeat of the incident.”

“Um what incident?” I question

“Let’s just say it’s called Lucy’s luxuries for a reason.” the woman insists.

“Oh I get it. This is money laundering. Well we aren’t snitches. I actually would love more money as well” Chelsea insists.

The woman grins, very sinister.

“No but you don’t want to make mother Lucy upset.”

I now feel this is the cue to run. Chelsea, however, starts laughing.

“Ok. First of all, Lucy is the most unscary name on the planet. Second, I am not scared of whatever you are trying to pull!” Chelsea insists.

“‘Chels! Don’t say that. Who is Lucy? What is the incident?”

The woman gives Chels an evil look and explains. “She was one of the original founders of the store. A jealous employee and her fought in the back. Lucy began losing a lot of blood after the employee cut her. She survived but something possessed her. She lives in the back of the store and no one who has crossed that line has survived a confrontation. Now. I’ll let you girls choose if you want to leave now or you could stay.”

Chels puts her hand over my mouth, “Oh, we will stay.”

The woman eerily walks away. I have so many bad feelings about this.

“Do you think the Lucy thing is real?,” I whisper.

“Of course not. It’s obviously a promotion stunt. It’s literally called Lucy’s Luxaries.” Chels claims.

I feel maybe I should believe Chelsea. I mean, she is 2 years younger but she is a psychology major. I’m a fashion design major. We look at a clothing rack full of vintage clothing. I see an old school Frank Sinatra t shirt.

“Ooh I love this,” I insist.

“Since when do you listen to Sinatra?” Chels questions.

“Ok Miss Gatekeeper. I just thought it was cute.”

“I mean it is pretty cute. Damn, don't be sassy.”

I then find a My Chemical Romance t-shirt. It looks pretty cool, except i notice something about their faces. Their eyes are dark red with no pupilsnand the members look like they’re scared.

“What the?” I show Chels.

“It’s probably a special edition.”

“Ok and why do they look scared with red eyes?”

“I'm not sure but doesn't MCR have a lot of random photoshoots?.”

Suddenly my phone dings. It's from a random number.

It says: “The end is coming for you, Yasmin.” I quickly show Chelsea.

“It could be a freaky prank. Just block the number.” Chelsea comforts,

She’s not wrong but still? This person knows my name? I mean it can’t be this Lucy lady because how would she know name?

Chelsea stops for a minute to think.

“Wait, maybe we would know if the Lucy thing is real if we look it up.” Chelsea insists.

I grab my phone and look up “Lucy’s Luxaries Las Vegas''. There’s an article from 2000 about the incident.

"Apparently the employee that killed her was a rival and had a plan to kill her. Lucy heard the employee's plan so she was a step ahead and tried to stab the employee first. The employee then fought back with a pocket knife right on Lucy’s throat."

"That's so sad but then how did they know she survived?" Chelaea asks.

"Lucy’s body somehow vanished before the ambulance arrived and the employee died suspiciously in prison. There’s a whole thread of sightings on reddit.”

"So the story really is true. Ok, I am so sorry Yasmin. Let’s leave.” Chelsea agrees.

My inner final girl was telling her that a while ago but now my inner final girl has different ideas.

“Maybe we should stay.” I say.

"Are you kidding me Yas? You're the one who wanted to leave in the first place"

"Well now I'm saying we should stay. Imagine how cool we would sound with this story.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I think Mason and Tara might be waiting for us so let’s go.” Chels hesitates.

“Oh so now you're being the wimp? I thought this was an adventure summer” I defend.

“Alright, fine.”

Suddenly I notice Chels’ feet over the green line. This can not be good. Clothing racks started to rise and fall all over the floor. The lights start to flicker on and off. A random laugh can be heard. At the back of the store, this thick green fog started to show.

"I WASN’T EVEN OVER THE LINE.” Chels yells as we begin to run. The doors then close and lock. We can’t get out!

The mysterious woman appears.

“You went on the line and I overheard you both talk about Mother Lucy!” The woman exclaims, “Lucy gets angry very easily when people talk about the incident.”

“Listen, I didn’t believe at first because I didn’t know there was more to the story.” Chels hesitates.

Suddenly the woman’s demeanor changes into a huge smile. She begins cracking her neck. There’s a huge red scar. Her eyes glow red and her hair grows longer.

“There’s only one way to leave.” The woman insists,

“Well what is it?” I wonder,

“One of you comes and tries to defeat me.”

“I volunteer Chels as tribute.”

“Yasmin?!”

“I mean, you did step on the line and hey, this can be your final girl era.”

“Fine. What do I need?” Chelsea asks Lucy.

“Just a strong heart if you have one.”

As Chelsea gets closer to Lucy, there’s a strong wind.

“Ok why are you doing this though?” I ask.

I actually have no idea why I would ask that.

“I am always here to defeat humans. Humans are terrible.” Lucy exclaims.

“Ok I agree but you don't see me haunting the back of a store.”

Chels gives me the hand signal to shut up and falls.

I notice a tube filled with a bright red liquid. It's the same color I saw on that MCR shirt earlier.

“Ok. That's it. I'm going in. I must become the opposite of who I thought I was.” I tell myself.

“No! Yasmin! it's ok just go without me.” Chels exclaims.

Suddenly Lucy starts to chant. I don't know what's happening but I can feel something overpowering my body. I don't know what it is.

Lucy laughs.

“Yasmin?” I can hear Chelsea say.

I try to respond but something is overpowering me.

“I'm your nightmare.” I can hear the voice say.

“Yasmin! Snap out of it. Don't let her posses you!”

I can't speak. I try to overcome it.

“Look into my eyes and become one of us.” The deep voice says.

“No! Let go of my big sister.” Chelsea cries.

I try to scream “red” to guide her to the bottle. I don’t know if it was some sister telepathy because she is running towards the tube.

“Where are you going?” Lucy screeches.

“Oh no where.” Chelsea says as she grabs the red bottle.

“What's that?”

Suddenly I go blank. I can't see or feel anything but for some reason can still hear.

“Yasmin! Speak to me. I was wrong ok. I'm so sorry for putting you through this. Just speak to me. Please.” Chelsea exclaims.

“She’s gone.” Lucy laughs.

Suddenly I feel some of my senses come back.

“Chelsea. I'm gonna be okay. If I don't survive, you can do this without me. Be the final girl” I feel some last strength to say.

“No. I don't know how I'd live with myself. I love you.”

Chelsea starts to cry but then grabs the bottle from his pocket.

Chelsea throws the liquid at Lucy.

“Haha. You failed. You need to say the chant too.”

Chelsea tries to recite the chant Lucy tried earlier. Suddenly I'm feeling my body come back to normal.

“Chelsea?” I exclaim.

“Yasmin!” Chelsea cries and runs. We give each other a big hug.

“Now let's defeat this demon bitch.”

“I'm with you.”

I look at the bottle and see there's a saying on it.

“Hey maybe we need to say this?”

Chelsea agrees.

We say what's on the bottle. Suddenly the air becomes lighter and lighter.

“No! No! I do not lose.” Lucy screeches.

“Well there’s a first for everything.” I smile.

The light turns back on and everything is almost the same as when we came in.

“Now let's go. I just don't know how we'd explain this to Mason and Tara.” I wonder.

“I mean we can try to explain even though they’ll think it’s a prank.” Chels realizes.

Chelsea grabs her phone and calls Tara to pick us up. Chelsea and I walk towards the front to meet with Tara and Mason. We quickly go into the car.

“Hey guys how was your shopping trip?” Mason asks.

“Let's just say Chelsea battled a possible demon and I was possessed for like 20 minutes.” I respond.

Tara and Mason give us a look.

“Did they give you LSD when you entered the store? Did you see unicorns too?” Tara jokes.

“She's telling the truth. There's proof in my search history.” Chelsea defends.

“How about I just say I believe you and we all get ice cream so we can get out this freakish mall.” Mason insists.

“Ok let's do that.” Chelsea and I agree.

I don’t dare look back. This has been a pretty crazy day but what happens in Vegas, really does stay in Vegas.

#scary stories #fiction #spooky #horror #creative writing

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livesoffcoco · 2 years

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i sort of went down a rabbit hole when i was clearing out my likes and kept seeing like, sort of guro stuff and then i got inspired to do a small blood play fic....just gonna tag @mischiefs-hawk @starboundanon @thewriterowl cause i feel like yall would enjoy it 👁️👄👁️

maybe...idk lol. it is Luke & Vaderkin but it could be read as something else.

tw: consensual blood play (non-sexual), intense relationships/force-bond, biting (to the point of drawing blood), slight blood licking

“Father?” He turned at the sound of Luke’s soft voice, whispering so quietly that he almost didn’t catch it. Vader stared at the young man before him; looking like some sort of odd mirror to himself. Luke had come into being the prince of the empire. Of course, he would never be able to take that little farm boy out of his son, but he loved him nonetheless. Vader would never let him go- not anymore. Those few days of chasing him down after Bespin just made him realize how much Luke needed to be taken care of. The blonde could barely function without him; and as much as Luke loved those little friends of his, they clearly could not keep his little sparrow safe.

“Yes Luke?” His son blushed all the way up to his forehead. Anytime he used his name, he would react like that. Of course, Vader made an effort to use his name as much as possible. His little one fidgeted for a few moments while the soft Nabooian sunlight filtered through the open windows beside them. Taking up residence there was the best idea he had come up with in quite some time; the greenery perfect for his sparrow. It appears Luke was destined to love nature just as much as his mother. Finally, after a few moments of quiet, Luke looked up through his soft bangs. He pulled a small knife out of his pocket- and at first Vader felt a rush of panic. Alas, it faded just as fast as it had appeared. His little one would never try to hurt him. They had long past gotten over Luke’s escape attempts.

“I…” He paused before taking a few steps closer to him. “I want you to…” Luke trailed off to a quiet whisper that Vader could not catch. So, he felt as though the hallway was too public, even if the two of them were the only ones around. He turned and walked Luke into the blonde’s quarters. Now that they were alone, Luke looked around and seemed to grow more confident at the new location. He glanced around for a few more seconds before finally looking back at his father. “I want you to…I want you to cut me with this!” He rushed out the last of the words while pressing the blade into Vader’s larger hands.

Utter silence followed. Vader’s mind was going a thousand miles a minute; frantic fear and panic mixed with a sense of delight and utter pleasure. His eyes moved back up Luke’s body and found his sparrow grabbing the front of his light colored tunic in a show of beautiful embarrassment. “It- well I- you don’t have to I just-“

“Yes.”

“Huh?” Vader would over look the undignified response of his prince and nod towards the soft carpet right beneath the window that poured in wonderful natural light. His little prince was just like a Tooka that bathed and napped in the warm sun; Vader found him curled up napping on the floor right there before so he assumed it would be a good place to do what they were about to do. It would relax Luke more than anything else. Obviously, Luke had not expected him to say yes to his request judging by the jerky way he walked over to the carpet and then laid down. Vader followed slowly after; calming himself down as well.

Once there, he knelt beside his sparrow who had pulled up his tunic to expose his soft stomach. Some of the boniness of his body was still there; Those months in the rebellion where he clearly barely ate. Vader tried to rectify that by having Luke three meals a day and it seemed to be doing the job for the most part. “Here.” Luke whispered as he motioned towards the left side of his stomach- the side Vader was kneeling by. “Whatever you want.” He breathed and watched through half lidded eyes as Vader moved the blade in his hand.

He went to begin the cut since it seemed as though his sparrow was ready; however, Luke reaching up and grabbing his wrist stopped him. “Could you…could you take both your gloves off?”

“It is not pretty my love.” He could only rumble out those words.

Alas, his Luke would always throw him for a loop. “I love all of you. I want you to feel comfortable with me.” The overflowing love he felt in that moment for the petite young man lying before him rushed out; his body was on autopilot for he leaned over and pressed a kiss up Luke’s eyelids, moved to press a kiss to his cheeks, then moved once again; kissing the spot he was about to gently carve into.

“Anything for you Luke.” Vader watched him flush again, his blue eyes narrowing in on Vader’s hands as he removed the gloves; exposing his mismatched hands. From there he reached down and traced the pattern he wished to make with the blade- Luke gasping from the sensation of Vader’s metal finger barely touching his skin. “I will start now.” He whispered.

The first bit of blood had both reacting; Luke gasping in what could only be described as pleasure and Vader groaning over top of him. It was nearly too much for him- the vision of the blood so delicately dripping both left and right against his tanned skin. He continued to carve the shapes he had in mind while keeping a close eye on Luke’s reaction.

He was panting, eyes glossing over and flush growing higher and higher on his cheeks. Vader himself could easily admit he was affected as well. A heat he had not felt in years zipped through him; the vision of Luke gasping and bleeding on the floor forever seared into his mind.

Again, he curved the blade against the tanned skin and was enchanted by the blood that began to bubble to the surface as the skin split so gently. It was red, so red, and shiny. He did not realize what he was doing until his tongue was brushing against Luke’s stomach; against the wonderful skin that had been split- against the beads of crimson blood that ran along the straight and curved lines.

When Luke’s small hands gripped into Vader’s locks, the older man did not hold back the low growl in his throat. It was bubbling that fire in his stomach; the embers roaring to life. He bit along the cuts that flowered on Luke’s stomach- some bites so hard that blood dripped into his mouth from that as well.

One more deep breath and suck of blood against Luke’s skin and Vader sat back on his heels to find Luke’s legs bent at the knees and his toes curled in pleasure.

“A little more? Please…” He put the blade back in Vader’s hands and he knew he had to finish the design. There were only a few more lines he had to cut but they were just as intoxicating as the rest- blood hypnotizing him until he was done.

Once finished, Luke looked absolutely exhausted in the best way possible. His eyes were completely closed with a small smile on his face. In the sunlight, he looked like a bloodied angel and Vader felt a twist in his chest. Luke felt so safe, so trusting in Vader’s care that he allowed him to do this.

“I love you my little sparrow.” He whispered, kissing Luke’s forehead; his little blonde already fast asleep in the knowledge that his father would take care of him and keep him safe.

#fic #writing #tw blood #tw dark fic #dark fic #luke skywalker #vaderkin #almost wrote vaderking lol #dead dove do not eat

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nctstany · 2 years

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Love Me Now

Pairing: Jaeyong (Jaehyun x Taeyong)

Plot: All Taeyong wants to do is finish his last two years of college in peace but since he’s the son of a famous CEO he must do something he never thought he would do even in his next life time, marry his ‘enemy’.

Genre: Light angst, fluff, angst, smut???, light smut??, language, sexual themes, family problems, *cough cough* daddy issues

ELEVEN

“You aren’t focusing…for once.” Doyoung cut off the music. At this point with the amount of times Taeyong has made him watch this choreography he might as well be the teacher. Case in point Doyoung is noticing the small mistakes that Taeyong could never let himself make.

“I know. I know.”

“What’s wrong?” Doyoung sat down next to him and proceeded to nudge the answer out of him.

“Did something happen when we left?” It’s been a couple of days since that night and Taeyong can’t shake off the feeling of Jaehyun’s lips against his. It was like time stopped for that moment.....for us.

“Did you two…? Well you know…fuck?” That statement took Taeyong out of his daze and he screamed while getting red in the face, “OF COURSE WE DIDN’T!” He looked away, “We just……” and touched his lips in the memory of it, “Kissed.”

“Oh my god. I need to tell Mark about this.”

“No no no. No telling that monster.” Taeyong snatched the phone away from him and sank down on the floor.

“That’s all that happened? You sure that you two didn’t fuck?” The last part was a bitter whisper that came out of Doyoung’s mouth.

“I imagined what it would have been like if we didn’t stop kissing.” Taeyong confessed and Doyoung’s face fell blank causing the other to panic, “Say something!”

“What do you want me to say?” Bitter.

“Tell me I’m crazy.”

“Okay.” Doyoung shrugged and continued with a harsh chuckle, “You’re crazy.”

Taeyong looked down at the floor, thinking about that night and just how drunk Jaehyun got. How much liquor courage was in him.

“My old classmates told me that he has always had a crush on me.”

“It’s hilarious that you never noticed that.”

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It was bright and early. Taeyong had to decide weather or not he should get out of bed. He has classes in about an hour then off to the dance studio. Taeyong didn’t see Jaehyun that morning just a small note with ‘save a plate for me’ written on it.

“Did I just become a house wife?” Taeyong tsked while throwing away the note. He totally did. It started with him noticing how dirty the other is so he cleaned the house. he also noticed how Jaehyun doesn’t really cook for himself since he’s always working. Taeyong’s mother taught him how to cook and clean ever since he was little. Because of this he was able to be independent and left the house once he was 18, been on his own.

~Taeyong finally sat down on the couch from his busy day of cleaning, school and practice. He looked over at his phone next to him. It’s almost midnight and not a Jaehyun in sight. He usually ends up showing up in the door with a stupid smirk and a sigh of relief. The door swung opened and Jaehyun appeared in the hall doing his routine.

"Honey~ I'm home." He hung up his coat while kicking off his shoes and proceeded to hunt down his meal.

"It's on the counter." Taeyong hollered from the couch and Jaehyun looked over. There it was a home cooked meal wrapped in tin foil. Excitement went across his face as he began to enjoy his meal.

"Thank you~"

"Yeah yeah."

The energy was happy and quiet. Taeyong felt the relaxation creeping upon him until he heard the sound of something unpleasant.

“Clean up after yourself.” Taeyong looked around the counter to see a dish in the sink. A dirty dish after he just done did all of the dishes and also cooked dinner for the night.

“Stop making a big deal about it, one dish will not hurt you.”

“That’s not the point of me telling you this.”

“Then what is?” Jaehyun took his last bite while raising his eyebrow.

“Shut up, I’m thinking.” Taeyong rubbed his temple and stared the other down, “Just don’t make it a habit.”

“Whatever.” Jaehyun got up from the table and made direct eye contact with the other as he proceeded to put a dirty dish in the sink. He then smirked while walking away slowly. Taeyong stormed over there and grabbed hold of his shirt near the neck.

“What are you gonna do? Kiss me?”

Taeyong clenched his fist and his ears started to ring. Suddenly Jae back up with force from something hitting him. Taeyong’s fist was still clenched.

Jaehyun bit his lip and rubbed it while grinning, “This is how you want to handle things?” Taeyong nodded feeling anger still rising up inside of him.

“Punch me like how you did at the wedding.”

“Punch me back then.” Taeyong started swinging barely landing any shots on the other. Jaehyun dodged them for once and was able to get behind to wrap his arms around. He squeezed tight to stop the other from squirming.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jaehyun grunted trying to keep his grip, “Better yet, what are we doing? This is stupid.”

"Taeyong!”

The grip was released and Tae finally clamed down but still had anger in his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“You! It’s you.” Taeyong felt like pulling his hair out. How does he not know? Why doesn’t he remember?

“You’ve been like this since the anniversary.”

Something broke in Taeyong just then.

“You know what? You’re right.” He crossed his arms and popped out a hip. Why should he remember?

“That night just made me realize how much I never liked you. I don’t know how I’m gonna last another year.”

“Really?”

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*Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring*

A groaned echoed the room and a deep annoyed voice answered the phone.

"What?"

"Don't what me, young man! Tell you and your little lover to get over to the office immediately. Taeyong's dad is furious!" The phone hung up abruptly and Jaehyun rose from his ashes.

"Taeyong's dad is furious~ blah blah. Then call Taeyong's phone."

~“I hate that I have to hear from Mark that you two actually get into physical fights.” Taeyong’s dad rubbed his temple and looked at them with tiredness.

“He starts them.” Jaehyun crossed his arms like a child.

“You didn’t clean up after yourself.” Taeyong already started to get mad, “The one fucking rule in the house.”

“Said who?”

“You! You did!”

“It’s a problem that you look ready to hit him again.” Mr. Lee jumped in with the same look on his face.

“They aren’t serious.” Jaehyun tried to reassure the older which made Mr. Lee chuckle while pointing, “You have a bruise on your face.”

Jaehyun touched his cheek and winced from the stinging, he looked over to the side, “You should see the other guy.”

“You two are going to counseling.”

“What why? This isn’t even real!” Taeyong finally spoke about to protest more.

“Keep your voice down young man.”

“We really don’t need it, dad.”

“Did you just fucking call him dad?” Jaehyun proudly nodded, “I should kill you.” Taeyong spoke through his teeth.

“Taeyong.” His dad deepened his voice then cleared it, speaking his demand, “But end of discussion, I’ll have you two scheduled for next weekend.”

Jaehyun hollered in pain from Taeyong kicking him in the leg.

“That’s for calling him dad.”

“Make it this weekend.”

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"Get up."

"No."

"You sitting here all day is not gonna solve anything probably just make your dad more angry." Jaehyun stated and Taeyong didn't move an inch. In that moment Jaehyun’s eye twitched and he grabbed the other over his shoulder, making his way to the room that the lady reception pointed to. He plopped Taeyong down on the couch and sat besides him with a little sigh of defeat, "Now try to be good."

That sent a chill down his spine....for some reason. Taeyong mocked the other as he sat in the slouched with his arms cross. He can't believe that his dad of all people even had the idea of marriage counseling. He's the type to ignore people's feelings just to get on with life. "It's no good to dwell on the past, Taeyong."

"Guess you two are the happy couple?" A young woman walked into the room with a bright smile.

"Yeah the happiest." Taeyong sat up in his chair with a sigh.

"I'm doctor Mia. I'll ask the basics to get to know you two better." Dr. Mia got settled into a chair and clicked her pen against a notepad, “How did you two meet?”

“Our parents were childhood friends.”

“I was forced to be around him.”

"Childhood? You two must close growing up then.” Dr. Mia stated then continued now with a bunch of filler questions. To which Jaehyun answered first and Taeyong would had banter. Jaehyun gave him a look at every comment.

"Lastly, what brings you two in here today."

"He's a shit head."

"We aren’t seeing eye to eye lately."

"Because you're a shit head."

"Taeyong, why is he a shit head?" Finally someone other than Jaehyun is genuinely asking about his feelings. Only took around 20 years of his life for this.

"He expects me to do everything around the house. Cook, clean, I'm not a house wife! I have school and dance practice that I'm very focused on."

"He doesn’t have a job though."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Taeyong crossed his leg over and faced Jaehyun. He cleared his throat and looked over at the doctor instead.

"I'm just saying that once he finishes school and practice then he’s home all day so naturally he would.....do those things." Jaehyun murmured the last part and Taeyong forced a laugh, "Naturally~"

"So Taeyong, you think that your husband should do his share. Jaehyun, you think that Taeyong doesn't do has much as you."

"When you put it that way I sound like an asshole."

"Because you are."

The talking continued well mainly Taeyong telling Jaehyun how much of an asshole he is. Of course it made him a little anger back but he knows there’s another reason to this sudden change in attitude. He knows he did something wrong since the anniversary but Taeyong won’t explain anything.

“You two really love each other a lot. I can see it.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

“This might sound crazy but I think you two need to spend more time together, join in on each other’s lives.”

“That did sound crazy.” Taeyong laughed.

“Taeyong, do you know what your husband does for a living?”

It was a sudden question that really made him think. He wears a suit everyday....is always having business calls and meetings.

“Of course I do! He works at a place that pays him, pretty much all I need to know.”

“Don’t you want your marriage to last?”

“Of course we do~” Jaehyun cut in and gripped Taeyong’s hand looking over at him, “Right, honey.”

“Yeah sure whatever, so um- how do we fix this?” Taeyong looked at her like she didn't already give her input. All she did was sigh and smiled a little, “At least think about doing what I said.”

“I can already feel the headache.”

“That’s marriage for ya! And since I can tell how much you two are in love then I can tell that everything will be fine. It’s up to your father, Taeyong, to schedule another session if he feels that you two are still in a pickle.” Dr. Mia finally put down her pen and pad, “But I believe in the both of you.”

“Very touching thank you. Are we done here?”

“....yeah.”

"Thank you."

#nct taeyong #jaehyun x taeyong #nct jaehyun x taeyong #nct taeyong x jaehyun #NCT #NCT 127 #nct 127 fanfic

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baiboop · 3 months

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Sharing my Heart

enjoy!

Chapter 2

Adam is sitting at the kitchen table, impatiently looking around. A cold sandwich in front of him on a nice decorative plate. It looks pretty old, like something his grandmother would’ve had.

After the afternoons spirited conversation the group decided to split up and ‘cool off’ for a while. Bobby was in the living room reading a book and sifting through papers, he was presumably the one they tasked with babysitting Adam. Which Adam thought was kind of a bad idea, seeing as he could run and Bobby… Well, couldn’t.

Dean was outside working on a car, Sam was somewhere in the house also doing research, and the angel could be anywhere- literally.

He picks up the sandwich inspecting its contents before dropping it back down, letting it land unglamorously and come apart on the plate.

His stomach was extremely knotted from the entire situation, this effectively killed his appetite.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes passing Bobby and locking onto to the door. He scanned the rest of the areas visible to him, checking for any potential threats that may hinder his escape.

Not finding Bobby to be particularly threatening, Adam stands up and quickly but quietly moves for the door.

Reaching the door without much issue he grabs the door knob, a smile of achievement on his face.

“Going somewhere?”

“Uh- yeah, out for a beer.” Adam says, thinking of the best excuse he could on a moments notice.

Sam offers a smile. “Great, we have beer in the fridge.”

“Look.” Adam starts, “I know you pitched this whole dewy-eyed bromance thing to me, but I’m on lock down, aren’t I?”

Sam has his hand on Adams shoulder, walking him back to the kitchen table. He pulls out a chair for Adam gesturing for him to sit, Adam obliges. Sam pulls a chair out for himself on the opposite side of the table, sitting down and locking eyes with Adam.

“You may not believe it, but dad was trying to protect you. Keeping you from all this.” Sam tells him.

“Yeah?” Adam says. His mind quickly wandering to the memory of his mother’s and his own gruesome death. He feels anger burn at him, definitely apparent in his voice. “Well, bang up job! I guess the monster that ate me didn’t get that memo, huh?”

Sam stares at him, lips parting and closing again before he chooses his words.

“You remember that?” He says, softly.

Adam scoffs dryly, “Oh yeah. All of it.”

Adam averts his eyes, looking off to the side to try and avoid the man seeing his eyes start to well up.

Sam Scans Adam’s face.

“Still. Trust me. Do you know what’s worse than seeing dad once a year? Seeing him all year.” Sam returns with a faux laugh, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

Adam says nothing for a moment. He’s in no mood to laugh or joke about anything. His eyes go up to meet Sam’s.

“Do you know how full of shit you are? It was me and my mom. That’s it. She worked the graveyard shift at the hospital. I cooked my own dinners, I put myself to bed. So you can say whatever you want about our dad, but the truth is I would’ve taken anything. Alright?”

“Look, if we had known we had a brother-“

Adam cuts in before Sam can complete his resolve, “Well, you didn’t so.”

“We would’ve found you. Look. I can’t change the past, but from here on out-“

Adam cuts in again. Sam’s attempts to soothe him only make his anger fester more. “What? We would’ve hopped in the family Truckster? Popped on down to Wally World?”

Sam smirks at the response given by his younger half-brother. “I’ll tell you what. With an attitude like that? You’d fit in just fine around here.”

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Adam feels warmth on his body, the sun is shining down on him. He feels calm and peaceful, completely different than the rest of the day. He’s sitting on a wooden bench that’s damp with morning dew. He observes his surroundings, a small smile forming at the familiar swings and play set.

“Your mom’s not coming you know.” A male voice says ripping him from his relaxed state and putting him back on edge.

Adam looks beside him to see a late forties, balding man sitting beside him.

He surveys him with a despondent face hardening into his features. He draws his brows tightly together, considering speaking but ultimately decides against it. The man repeats himself, “Your mom’s not coming, you know.” The man pauses to take a breath and look around. “This is the park your mom took you to on her days off, right?” He stops again, eyes locked on the swing set, nodding to himself before repeating again, “She’s not coming. Not yet.”

Adam turns his head to face the man before his words continue.

“But she will. Soon.”

Adam continues on, staring at the man for a bit before he reveals his thoughts.

“You’re Zachariah, right?”

“I am.” Zachariah responds in a sing-song voice.

“And I’m dreaming, right?”

“You are. You weren’t where you were supposed to be, kid.”

“Yeah, I know.” Adam replies nonchalantly.

“Can’t quite zero in on you, either. So let me take a wild guess- You’re with Sam and Dean.” Zachariah ripostes.

Adam bites his lip, “Yeah.”

Zachariah takes a second to shake his head and make a pained expression.

“Didn’t we tell you about them?”

Adam nods.

“So, you know you can’t trust them, right? You know Sam and Dean Winchester are psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other right?” Zachariah says with an almost pleading facial expression.

Adam sighs, “I don’t know. They said a few things about you too.”

The two lock eyes for a moment before Zachariah picks the conversation back up.

“Really? Trust me kid when the heat gets hot, they’re not going to give a shit about you. They’d rather save each other’s sweet bacon than save the planet. Where do you think that leaves you on the list? They are not your family. Understand?”

Adam looks forward blankly, failing to respond.

“Now, you want to see your mom again, or not?” Zachariah says giving Adam a ‘reassuring’ slap on the shoulder.

Adam’s eyes snap open. He breathes the houses musty, damp air into his lungs, shivering from the shock of the sudden change.

He’s laying on the bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling debating his options.

Risk it with the Winchesters (guys he just met), or say yes to an archangel and see his mom again. It only takes him mere moments to decide, then he’s ready.

Sitting straight up in the bed, he surveys the area around him. He squints his eyes trying to find the figures of Sam or Dean anywhere in the dark. The of his line of vision from the bed isn’t very good however, he doesn’t find either brother and sighs in relief.

He closes his eyes once more, starting to pray. He was never the praying type, they didn’t attend church so this was a new thing to him.“Dear.. Zachariah? Who art thou in heaven? Uh, I’m in Bobby Singers house? Sioux Falls, South Dakota. It’s a uh scrap yard and-“

His prayer was shortened by the flapping of wings, and Zachariah standing in front of him smiling. Two other presumed angels standing behind him.

“There you are.” Zachariah says, triumphantly placing a hand on Adams shoulder.

A split second later they were off.

#sharing my heart baiboop #spn #supernatural #midam #adam milligan #midam is canon asf

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

#tw stepcest #stepcest cw #karl jacobs x reader smut #karl jacobs smut #c!karl smut #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt smut #dreamsmp x reader smut #dream smp x reader smut #dreamsmp smut #dream smp smut #dsmp x reader smut #dsmp smut

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folklorelise · 3 years

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The cadets are turned into kids and think you and Levi are their parents (2)

Here is PART 2 of this!

MASTERLIST

— You were mad at them.

Since the cadets turned into kids you were more stressed than usual – between taking care of them all, doing your paperwork in time and helping Hange with theirs, it was a lot. Adding to this, your sleeping hours were cut in half as well due to kids never sleeping. You were overwhelmed and on edge, ready to snap at any moment.

“Levi,” you called him after lunch, “can you watch over the kids for a few hours? I–.” you took a deep breath, “I just have to take a bath and rest a little bit… it won’t be long!”

“Of course, take your time.” Levi kissed your forehead before leaving your room.

Levi went to the children’s room while you went to relax a bit.

“Where’s mommy?” Eren asked when Levi came in alone.

“She’ll come later.”

“I want mommy now!” Jean shouted frowning.

“Stop whining or she won’t come here at all.” Levi told them which made them all shut up.

They continued to play together when Jean came to Levi. He struggled to climb on the couch but succeeded and sat on Levi’s lap. He turned around so he could face Levi and asked.

“When is mommy coming here?”

“I don’t know.” Levi answered calmly.

“Play with us then!” Jean pouted. “Come with us.” Jean stood on Levi’s lap when Levi ignored him.

“No. Sit down or leave.” Levi told him in a harsh tone. “No, don’t cry.” Levi’s voice softened when he saw Jean’s tears. “I’ll come and play ok? Just… don’t cry.” Levi stood up with Jean in his arms.

For a few hours, Levi had to play dolls with the kids who were really into it – imagining complex stories, doing voices etc. It was dinner time when they all started to get tired of playing.

“Where’s mommy?” Armin asked shyly.

“Aren’t you all hungry?” Levi quickly changed the subject.

“Yay!” they all shouted.

“I’ll go grab something to eat then, don’t move.” Levi ordered before leaving the room.

When Levi left the room, Eren stood up and told the others that he was going to look for you. Sasha, Connie, Mikasa and Armin were against the idea knowing that Levi would not be happy about it, then there was Jean who agreed with Eren.

“Fine, we’ll leave without you!” Eren opened the door with difficulty.

Mikasa quickly followed Eren and Jean as well as Armin because lately, Armin got the habit of following or imitating Jean. Wherever Jean went, Armin would follow – whatever Jean was doing, Armin would do the same. Jean felt irritated when Armin follow or copied him, but he never said anything. He did once – the first time – and Armin cried which made Jean felt bad and he swore never to make Armin cry again.

“Where is mommy?” Armin asked.

“I don’t know.” Eren said.

“Just go to her room.” Mikasa commented.

They all run to your room and it was not locked. You were trying to sleep in your bed after a few hours of work when you suddenly heard the kids yelling.

“Mommy!” Jean yelled, jumping in your bed.

Meanwhile, Levi immediately regretted his decision when he came back to only two kids out of six. He asked them where the rest of them went and Sasha told him that they were looking for you. Levi took them with him and directly went to your room. Armin and Mikasa were clinging onto you while Jean and Eren were shouting and jumping on the bed.

“Stop jumping on the bed or you’ll break it!” you desperately tried to stop them.

“Eren! Jean! Stop.” Levi ordered in a harsh tone which made them immediately stop. “Y/N,” Levi said more softly, “are you ok?”

“Is mommy sick?” Sasha asked.

“No.” you said.

“Then come play us!” Eren shouted.

“Stop screaming.” you warned him. “And let go of me.” you told Armin and Mikasa but none of them listened to you.

“Kids, come here and let’s go.” Levi tried.

“NO!” Eren shouted loudly, “MOMMY! Come play with us!”

“Mommy!” Jean joined Eren.

“Stop calling me that!” you shouted back which made everyone shut up, “I am not your mother so all of you… just –.” you felt tears falling down, “stop.”

“Mommy?” Mikasa whispered worried.

“I heard shouting outside.” Erwin came in. “What’s happening?” he asked worried.

“Take the kids with you.” Levi said. “And close the door please.”

Erwin did not questioned Levi’s request and took the kids with him in his office. None of the kids wanted to leave you, but Erwin easily took them in his arms. Levi walked to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey, it’s ok.” Levi murmured. “Let’s sit down.”

Levi brought you to bed and sat next you and let you cry on his shoulder. He would just hold you close to him until you stopped crying.

“I feel like shit.” you sobbed. “The kids probably hate me by now too.”

“They don’t.”

“Did you hear what I said? Th-they’re kids! And I- I just yelled at them.” you lamented, “I am the worst mother ever, and they’re not even my real kids!”

“I’m sure everything will work out.”

Erwin on his way to his office with the children saw Hange and brought them with him. Erwin, with Hange’s help, tried to cheer the kids up but they would not stop crying – they wanted to be with you and Levi.

“Is mommy going to leave us?” Armin sobbed.

“No!” Erwin said quickly.

“Y/N, she loves you all very much.” Hange said. “But you have to understand that she was… mh… very tired and she had a lot of work to do.”

“And sometimes,” Erwin continued, “you just have to let that person alone.”

“We have to leave mommy?” Connie asked.

“Yes,” Hange said, “but not forever. It would just be for a day so she can rest.”

“Is mommy not going to be our mommy because we made her upset?” Jean asked shyly.

“No, of course not.” Erwin reassured them. “I’m sure she’ll come back soon.”

Erwin and Hange stayed with the kids until night before Levi came in to put them to bed. Once they cleaned up and changed, they all went to bed without protest.

“Ok, I’ll turn off the lights.” Levi walked out.

“Daddy.” Armin called him before he closed the door, “Is mommy not going to say goodnight to us?”

“She’s n –.” Levi thought about it, “I’ll go and ask her.”

Levi came back to your room and you were already laying in bed, comfortably installed under the blanket. Levi sat next to you and rested his head on your stomach.

“The kids want to see you.”

“Aren’t they upset?” you worried, putting your hand through his hair.

“No, they’re just… they want to see you.”

“I should go then.” you stood up. “I’ll be right back.” you kissed him before leaving.

You walked very quickly toward the kids room and when you opened the door, you noticed they were all still up even though the lights were off. Sasha was the first one to see you and she jumped out of the bed to hug you.

“Hey.” you smiled, kneeling down. “Aren’t you sleepy?”

“No.” Sasha smiled.

“Let’s go back to bed alright?”

You sat down on the bed next to all the kids – they were all staring at you, waiting for you to talk first.

“I’m sorry about what happened earlier.” you apologised. “I should never have yelled at you kids.”

“Don’t stop being my mommy please.” Eren frowned.

“We’re sorry mommy.” Jean said with teary eyes.

“No don’t be.” you comforted them, “I love you all very much.” you smiled.

You opened your arms and they all came to hug you, smiling and happy.

— They sleep between you two — captain dad and squad leader mum.

Armin:

Armin had a nightmare about you leaving for an expedition and not coming back to him. He had Levi coming back devastated and not talking to him or anyone. A stranger – someone from your squad – had to tell him the news that you were never coming back. He woke up panicked and ran to your room. You and Levi agreed that the doors to your room would always be opened if there were any problems.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Armin came in crying.

“Armin?” Levi woke up. “Hey what’s wrong?” he put Armin between you too.

“What’s wrong?” you asked still half asleep.

“Mommy!” Armin cried next to you which woke you up instantly.

“What happened?” you panicked. “Armin, it’s ok.” you patted his head, “I’m here.”

“You didn’t come back.” Armin sobbed.

“What?” you whispered looking at Levi.

“I don’t know.” Levi mouthed.

“Armin,” you wiped his tears away, “what happened?”

“Bad dream.” Armin sobbed harder. “You were n-not here and daddy was s-sad! An-and he wasn’t w-with me!”

“Armin, it’s ok.” you reassured him, “I’m here and daddy’s here too.”

Levi laid on the bed and put Armin next to him. You took the blanket and put it on the three of you and soon enough, Armin calmed down and fell back asleep. In the morning, Armin was found to be sleeping on top of Levi, with his hand resting on Armin’s back so he would not fall.

“This is too much for my heart.” you whispered to yourself.

Jean:

Jean had been feeling slightly sick for the past couple of days but did not tell anyone. He stayed in bed when it was time to eat dinner and you were worried at first which made you bring him dinner but he was asleep already. You brought back the tray and gave it to the kids who were not against the idea of eating more.

Jean woke up in the middle of the night, still slightly sick and extremely hungry. He discreetly go out of bed and went to your room. When Jean came in, he noticed lights were still on – Levi was still awake, probably working.

“Daddy?” Jean asked timidly. Which startled Levi.

“What are you still doing up at this hour?” Levi whispered, scared to wake you up.

“I’m hungry.” Jean admitted.

“Come here.” Levi put away his papers.

Levi took him in his arms and put him on the bed between you two which woke you up.

“Mh. What’s wrong?” you mumbled.

Jean turned his head toward Levi so he could answer for him.

“Jean’s hungry.” Levi said.

“Mh – I’m up.” you dragged yourself out of bed slowly. “I’m going to bring you some food alright?” you patted Jean’s head and noticed his forehead was a little hot. “Are you sick Jean?” you asked worried.

“No.” Jean answered.

“Jean, don’t lie. Are you sick?” Levi asked again.

“I don’t know.” Jean said looking at his hands playing with the blanket.

“Jean,” you said softly, “it’s ok. I’ll go and bring some hot tea too alright?”

You went to the kitchen and prepared some food and started to boil some water as well. You took two cups – one for Jean and another for Levi - and poured some water in it with the tea leafs. You put the smashed potatoes and the vegetables on a plate and put everything on a tray before going back to your room. Levi started to feed Jean while you prepared a cold towel for Jean.

“Jean, what did you forget earlier?” Levi said when you came back.

“Thank you mommy!” Jean smiled.

“You’re welcome baby.” you smiled back.

When Jean finished eating, Levi offered to cleaned it up while you put Jean to sleep. You thanked him and went back to bed. You put the cold towel on Jean’s forehead and laid next to him.

“You can sleep now.” you rest your hand on Jean stomach.

“Good night mommy.”

“Good night.”

“Good night daddy!” Jean said when Levi came back to bed.

Eren:

Just like Armin, Eren had a nightmare that night. When he first woke up, he tried to go back to sleep because he did not want to bother you nor Levi. But after thirty minutes of trying, he went to your bedroom. This time, both of you were asleep.

Eren hesitated a second about whether he should wake you up or not. He quickly decided not to and laid on the floor. Levi woke up not too long after Eren came in because he was thirsty. He only noticed Eren’s presence when he came back from the kitchen.

“Y/N.” Levi whispered

“Mmh?”

“Eren’s on the ground.”

“Mh.” you mumbled, “What?” you asked again a minutes later – your eyes wide open.

“Look.” Levi pointed at Eren.

“What is he doing on the ground?”

“I don’t know.”

“Bring him here.” you told Levi.

“You do it.” Levi argued.

“I’ll wake him up.”

“And I won’t?”

“You never did when I used to fell asleep in your office.” you reminded him.

“Fine.”

Levi miraculously brought Eren on the bed without waking him up and put him between you two. During the night, Eren ended up on Levi’s left side meaning Levi was in the middle. While he had his arms around Eren – so he would not fall – you had yours around Levi.

— Sasha and Connie would often sneak out and sleep with you and Levi.

— Mikasa never did. When she had nightmares she would only hug her teddy bear closer. She was scared to bother you. Once she did wake Sasha up and slept closer to her.

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Shorter Stories

— Mikasa was known to be always quiet – she was afraid to bother people especially you or Levi. Even when she was hurt, she would stay quiet. Once during a meeting, she accidentality cut herself with a piece of paper. It was Eren, ten minutes later who had to tell you.

“Next time, you tell me immediately ok?” you told Mikasa as you cleaned the cut.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“You had to leave for me.” Mikasa explained.

“You are more important than the meeting, so next time just tell me alright?”

Mikasa only nodded and followed you back to the meeting.

— Jean is known to be a momma’s boy – he would always stay with you and play with you rather than Levi. He often cried when you had to leave without them. He loved to be held by you, he knew how to walk perfectly, but he would rather stay with you.

“Stop spoiling him.” Levi would often say to you.

“I can’t help it. Jean is adorable!”

When others were watching over the kids, you were the one Jean would be asking for, not Levi which surprised you when Hange came because Jean hurt himself while playing.

“Jean’s at the infirmary – nothing serious though!” Hange quickly added.

“I’ll go.” you stood up.

“Mh…” Hange stopped you, “he asked for Levi.”

“Are you sure?” you asked them.

“Yes.”

“Oh,” you gasped dramatically, “did you hear that?”

“What?” Levi asked ready to leave.

“My heart being broken by that kid.” you threw yourself back to bed.

When Jean got better, he immediately came back to you. You tried to be mad at Jean – in a playful way – but when you saw him nearly crying, you apologised and let him stay with you.

— The kids were staying with you in the morning, and it was decided that Levi would watch them after lunch because you had work to do with your squad. You were holding Eren in your arms and he refused to let go of you when Levi arrived.

“I want to stay with mommy please!” Eren cried holding onto you.

“Eren,” you calmed him down, “I will be back really quick, I promise.”

“Noo!” Eren cried as Levi took him.

Eren was desperately trying to hold your arms, but Levi was swift. Eren leaned over and grabbed your hair and pulled it which made you scream and lose your balance.

“Eren!” Levi yelled putting him down. “Y/N, are you ok?” he knelt down.

“I’m fine.” you reassured him, “it’s ok.”

“Mommy?” Eren hesitated.

“Eren,” Levi started, “go to your room with the others.” but Eren did not move, “right now!” Levi ordered.

“Levi.” you put your hands on his face, “I’m ok.” you turned to Eren who was now crying silently. “Eren, it’s ok, I’m fine.”

“’M sorry mommy!”

“It’s ok, now go with daddy and listen to him ok?”

Eren nodded and took Levi’s hand and left.

“Sorry daddy.” Eren sobbed.

“Mh.” Levi answered. “Don’t ever do that again am I clear?”

“Never!”

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Short HCs:

— Sasha’s birthday happened that year when they were still kids. You all baked a cake together.

— Connie would often draw pictures of you all as a family during meetings.

— Erwin loved staying with the kids. He would often put them to bed.

— Hange loved the kids too – they would always play with them outside with Moblit, Mike and Nanaba.

PART 3 (coming soon)

#attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fluff #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #squad leader mom au #eren yeager x reader #armin arlet x reader #jean kirstein x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #sasha braus x reader #connie springer x reader #platonic relationships!#levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman #snk x reader #snk #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #i couldn't fit everything in here so there will be a part 3!

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zoe-oneesama · 3 years

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I'm interested in the Lila exposed au about your akumasona. What's that?

For those who don’t know my OC (self insert) akumasona Zoe Rapporte (The Enchanted Florist), but her family owns a flower shop that is pretty successful - think “This florist does the arrangements at the Grand Paris and for High Profile Events” - so she’s mildly acquainted with Adrien from some of those events. Maybe not friends, but like when you frequent a coffee shop so much that you learn all the staff’s name and they all remember you.

So Lila is not above dropping lots of money to sell her lies (hello Gabriel Collection Fox Necklace) and one of her lies to her mother is that Adrien is her boyfriend. And what boyfriend doesn’t send his lovely girlfriend flowers, especially one as well off as Adrien Agreste? And really, as long as his name is on the card when her mother accepts them at the door, that’s all that matters, right?

So Zoe takes note that once a week this prissy girl with a bizarre hairstyle comes in to place a rather pricey bouquet order under Adrien’s name and has it delivered to the same address that’s on the credit card bill - doesn’t take a genius to figure out this delusional weirdo is pretending a celebrity is sending her flowers weekly. It’s a little strange because Zoe could’ve sworn she saw on TV that this chick had done photo shoots with Adrien before and based on his Instagram she was his classmate, so it’s kinda concerning that she’s going this far to burrow her way into his life. Still, she’s dropping quite a bit of coin and it’s really none of Zoe’s business, yeah?

But then imagine there’s a class event - maybe a dance, maybe a teacher’s appreciation week, maybe an alumni reunion - that needs our favorite class representative and her deputy to order a large amount of flowers. And Adrien, ever desperate to do his part, takes it upon himself to help with the budget. And maybe Nino decides to come for no particular reason lol.

So the four walk into the Rapporte Flower Shop and Adrien is so excited to introduce his friends to one of the familiar faces from his VIP world. And he’s just so exuberant as he brags about his friends and is so wholesome and different from the put together boy Zoe would briefly meet at those stuffy events that this surge of sisterly affection makes her completely forget her usual “none of my business” attitude. She’s got to let him know what it going on behind his back, especially if there’s a chance that he has no idea what kind of girl “Mlle. Rossi at the fifth story walk up” was.

And who knows? Maybe this was a misunderstanding, a weird arrangement Adrien had with his secret girlfriend to make sure she gets exactly the type of bouquet she wants? Zoe recons she’s had stranger requests. Welp, no better way to clear the air than to just ask.

“Hey Adrien, you know there’s this weird girl that comes in once a week and has flowers delivered to herself under your name?”

Adrien paused in his rant about Nino’s music mixing skills (having already left Alya puffing her chest in pride and Marinette a red puddle of embarrassed goo) to stare blankly at Zoe. “I beg your pardon?”

“Oh yeah.” Zoe leaned into her palm, looking way too relaxed considering what she’d just dropped on him. “For, like, the two months at least. Always has us address her card ‘Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder, Ma Belle, from Your Loving Boyfriend Adrien Agreste’.”

“What the heck?!” Alya exclaimed from beside Nino who’s jaw was dropped in disbelief. “That’s crazy messed up. Adrien doesn’t even have a girlfriend, what does this psycho think she’s doing?!”

“Right? I don’t know who she thinks she fooling. What kind of boyfriend needs to sign his full name?”

“It is pretty weird.” Adrien said, rubbing his neck in discomfort. “But it’s not the strangest thing a fan has done. It’s not that big a deal, right?”

“Dude.” Nino started, staring at his best friend in mild horror. “Just because you don’t know this girl doesn’t make it ‘no big deal’.”

“Oh no.” Zoe pipes up again. “He knows her.”

“What?!” All of Adrien’s friend’s exclaimed. Even Adrien looked a bit shook by her admission.

Alya zipped over to the counter, leaning dangerously close to Zoe’s remarkably unfazed face. “What do you mean ‘he knows her’?! How do you know that?! This sounds like a creepy fangirl but you’re telling me she’s actually in Adrien’s life?!”

“I should say so. I mean, it was even on TV that she was modeling with Adrien and she’s made a few appearances on his instagram.” Zoe brought out her phone, casually thumbing open Instagram. “I would’ve just ignored it, but if she’s going around pretending she’s dating Adrien then he has the right to know.”

“Modeling with....and you said on his instagram...?”

“Are...” Marinette piped up, voice dripping with trepidation. “Are you talking about Lila?”

“Marinette,” Alya gave her friend a withering look. “Just because you don’t like her doesn’t mean you can just accuse her of-”

Zoe cut her off, flashing her phone screen at the group to present a photo, having found the image she was looking for: a brunette with a straight fringe and her forelocks in twin tails leaning possessively over an uncomfortably smiling Adrien.

“Yes, Mlle. Rossi! I’d recognize that crazy hairstyle anywhere.” She turned the phone back to look at it herself. “Pft, Adrien, what’s with this caption? ‘Lila insisted I take post this picture?’ Yikes, man, learn to say no.”

Alya waved her hands in front of her, eyes scrunched closed in disbelief. “Hold up, hold up, hold up. You have GOT to be getting this twisted. Lila wouldn’t do something that like this, that’s just...wrong!”

“I mean, this is definitely the girl I was talking about.” Zoe said slowly, raising one eyebrow at Alya’s response. “And Rossi is the name on the bill. What exactly am I ‘getting twisted?’“

“Because!..Because Lila just wouldn’t!”

“Yeah!” Nino shouted from behind her, shaking himself out of the stupor this whole situation left him in. “She said she wasn’t into Adrien like that!”

Zoe snorted. “And you believed her?”

“W-well yeah, why would she lie about that...?”

“You guys are so cute. And definitely need to watch more True Crime shows.”

“What-?”

“Sorry Adrien.” Zoe lofted over Alya’s shoulder, cutting off another defensive quip. “I know she was your friend. I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

“Ah, no, she’s not really- I mean, I’m not that surprised to be honest.” Adrien offered weakly.

“It sounds right up her alley.” Marinette growled, fingers digging into her crossed arms.

“What...” Nino and Alya turned to their friends, confused and anxious. “What are you talking about? This..this is Lila we’re talking about!”

“The same Lila who got Marinette expelled?” Adrien stated, face grim and tired.

“That was rescinded, it wasn’t her fault-”

“The same Lila who sent everyone in Adrien’s contact list picture of her kissing Adrien?” Marinette ground out, aggravated.

“I mean, that was weird, but I’m sure she didn’t mean-”

“The same Lila who got my bodyguard and Natalie in trouble with my dad?”

“Or maybe the same Lila who stole Adrien’s dad’s book and threw it in the trash?”

“She did WHAT-?!”

“I-I fished it out for you!”

“Wait is that how you knew about Lila-”

“Wow.” Zoe whistled, again cutting the group off. “What a class act. Sounds like a great friend you got there, Adrien.”

“Oh trust me.” Adrien growled, eyes never leaving Marinette who steadfastedly refused to look at him. “After this we’re NOT friends.”

Alya held her head with one hand, staring at the ground. “Wait, wait, this...this can’t be right, Lila isn’t...she wouldn’t do this, she wouldn’t, she’s...cool! And nice! And-! She just can’t!”

Zoe cocked her head toward’s Alya, leveling her with a patient stare. “Well, then what is she doing?” Alya looked up blankly at her, prompting her further. “The truth of the matter is that Lila Rossi comes in once a week, and has been for at least two months, buying flowers to be delivered to her own address (which I know because it matches up to the address on the card with her last name on it), but dictates that the card say it was sent by Adrien. If she’s not faking that Adrien is sending her flowers, what is she doing?”

“I...I don’t...” Alya floundered. They were just supposed to order some flowers, how did the day turn like this?!

“You’re an investigative reporter, right? What’s that old Sherlock Holmes saying? ‘Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth’?”

Alya leaned into Nino, staring out at the shop, searching for something to make some sense. She thought Lila was nice, was her friend, was everyone’s friend! But this stunt with Adrien...what does it even mean...?

Everyone looked towards the employee door as footsteps could be heard approaching. A moment later Tama, Zoe’s younger sister, stepped into the shop, pausing at the door when she realized five pairs of eyes were staring at her. She looked over the customers, taking in Marinette’s slight glower, Adrien’s tight jaw, and Nino and Alya’s devastated posture.

“Soooo, are you here to buy some bouquets?”

#lol I didn't know how to finish this off though #I always imagined it as a 'wake up call' fic rather than a 'and then everyone told lila how awful she is'#could use some refinement #lila salt #zoe rapporte #my oc #my fic #ml salt fic #akumasona #miracusona #a-bitchtm

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landinoandco · 3 years

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Could I ask for a Max Verstappen request?

Where you get all excited to tell him you’re pregnant and it doesn’t go well. Could you make it super angsty

Of course you can :) here you go, I hope you enjoy!

Max Verstappen x reader

Warnings: angst but with fluff at the end

Word count: 2.2 k

Requests are open...

Baby, the future is ours

At last the summer break had rolled around again, to the relief of the Formula one drivers and crew, they had 3 long weeks ahead of them to fill with whatever they deemed stress-free or relaxing. The subject of activity depending on person to person - most sane folk tended to stick to a holiday to Greece or if you were an adrenaline junkie like Daniel Ricciardo jumping out of planes or BMX biking. You had lost count of the times Max - your boyfriend - had rushed in to tell you about all of the exciting things his best friend had gotten up to as of late.

You and Max had decided to take a break and travel to a cosy, quiet part of Italy - to escape the press, the stress and most importantly the eagle eye of social media. It would just be you and him for a few weeks before reality brought you back to Milton Keynes in the shape of Christian Horner and his motley crew.

You and Max had met in 2018 at a gala event Redbull had hosted, Pierre Gasly - being a close friend of yours - had introduced you two and to say the pair of you hit it off instantly was an understatement, whether it was a mixture of the Dutch meets British humour you had no clue but you weren’t one to complain. A few months later and Max had asked you to travel around the world with him - you did so willingly and life had been nearing perfect ever since. Of course you had your ups and downs, where the universe seemed to really test not only your love for one and other but your patience. A few arguments had shown you that both being hot-headed never ended well.

You were sat out on the balcony, a book in hand and looking out into the Italien countryside. Max had left for a run and to explore the local village, leaving you, your thoughts and your growing baby. You were pregnant - you had taken the test just before flying out, this meant that Max wasn’t aware. You hadn’t told him yet and you had no clue how you were going to. As it turns out telling your partner you were pregnant was easier said than done - ironically.

You and Max hadn’t had the baby talk yet - you had but only along the lines of: “one day, when we’re older and married and driving isn’t the main priority anymore.” Those were Max’s words. He wanted to be there for his child, to watch him or her grow, to see every milestone but most importantly to be a good and nurturing father.

There was part of you that was slightly worried because you just didn’t know how Max would take it - you couldn’t keep it in any longer though. You had to tell him. There was another part of you that was excited - from a very young age you knew you wanted to have a family of your own with the person you loved the most. Call it childish naivety. At this point in time, you were ready to become a mother - well as ready as anyone ever could be.

Placing your book onto the table, you made your way into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it. Sighing loudly as you leant onto the countertop.

“That was a loud sigh.” A voice called out from behind you. You recognised it instantly. Whipping your head around, you saw Max standing there, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Chuckling, you hit back, “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

Rolling his eyes, he made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your middle, placing a sweet, chaste kiss onto the side of your head. Leaning into his warm embrace, you let out another long but content sigh.

“Seriously, what is it with you and sighing today.” Max uttered, his lips still against the side of your head.

You went to move forward, out of his welcoming embrace. You knew what you had to do.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Instantly the atmosphere changed, you could feel Max stiffen behind you. Maybe the tone you chose to make that comment in was too serious but it was now or never.

“Haha, which of your friends is pregnant this time.” He quipped jokingly, trying to break the tension.

Instantly you knew the way the conversation was going to end, a pang of hurt felt in your stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut, catching your lip with your teeth. He stood there with an air of innocence and unknown, concern dancing in his eyes - he went to reach his arm out to you, to offer that encouragement.

You braved the words that came out of your lips, “Me.” You almost whispered. Time seemed to slow. Max dropped his arm and instantly took a step back.

“Pardon.” Was the only thing he could force out of his mouth, his throat seemed to close up and his hands went clammy. He definitely heard you the first time but he wanted to make sure it wasn’t a night terror. A bad dream he had failed to wake from.

“I am, Max,” You said again, your voice wavering.

“Oh.” He stated, his face drained of colour, his mouth set in a straight line.

“Is that all you have to say.” You swallowed thickly, your eyes swam with tears. You had a hunch this was how it was going to end but it didn’t stop is from hurting the way it did. You had hoped he would have proved you wrong, to have wrapped his arms around you and to have spun you around. To have laughed. To have cried. To have shown a little more excitement to the fact you were now carrying his child. His first child.

You moved past him and sat down on one of the wooden chairs, rubbing your hands over your face. He was still stood there. His eyes fixated on the view out of the window. No emotion read in his eyes. It was almost like you had hit the ‘off’ button. He tapped his foot and made a clicking noise with his mouth before turning around to face you - meeting your gaze.

“How long have you known.” His voice was hoarse.

“A couple of days before we flew out.” You answered him, moving your face back to rest in your hands.

There was a pause. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner.”

You took a breath, looking him dead in the eye. “Because I knew this was how you were going to react.” You didn’t trust your voice at all, you also didn’t know whether you wanted to scream at him or cry in the corner.

“Right.” Was all he said. Still stood there like some awkward teenager after a rather large telling off from their mother.

“Is that all you have to say to me?” You asked him, nostrils flaring. You were allowed to be angry, right?

“What do you expect me to say.” He rounded on you, his voice raising more than was necessary. Tears had spilled down your cheeks, you didn’t have the energy to fight back. As soon as he realised the effect this was having on you, he went to move forward again, his eyes softening instantly. “I’m sorry - I - I shouldn’t have raised my-”

“Get out, Max.” You stated lowly. By this point, you had stood up, shuddering away from his desperate grasp. He knew he had made a mistake. You knew he regretted it, the moment the words had left his mouth.

“Get out?” He repeated quietly, his voice cracking, you could see tears glazing his vision.

“Just - please, go on a walk - come back once you have more to say to me.” You spat.

“But - But I already have more to say-” You cut his rambling off once again.

“Please. Max.” You insisted, your voice betraying you again. “Go.” You whispered.

Max stormed out of the door, ensuring to slam it so hard the chandelier on the ceiling swung precariously. You sank back into your chair and let out a loud sob, unable to hold it in any longer.

Max was mad. Not at you, that would be unfair. He was mad at himself. At the world. At everything actually because at this point why the hell not. You were pregnant - don’t get him wrong, he was over the moon. He was going to be a dad.

It was too soon.

He still had his full F1 career ahead of him. A promising and long F1 career as a matter of fact. He wanted a baby to be his main priority and he wanted to share those one in a lifetime moments with you. He knew there was no point in being mad, it wasn’t like they were in a position where they couldn’t have a child. They had plenty of things to offer, a nurturing home with parents who were head over heels in love with each other and a large family - blood and not - who would be willing to support and love the child as if it was their own. Max really was in love with you. He knew it would be you to mother his children in the end, he just didn’t think it would be now.

He reached for his phone, went into his contacts and pressed on the number that read the name: “D.R new phone.” Whilst it wasn’t adventurous like many thought it would be, it saved the confusion from calling a number that no longer existed.

Daniel picked up on the second ring. “Hey dude, how’s it going?”

“Not good at all, Dan, not good at all.” Max admitted, his voice wavering once again. He explained the events that had happened a mere 5 minutes ago, the way he reacted and the way he left you. Hurt and alone.

“I’m not going to lie to you, mate, you’ve fucked up big time.” Dan spoke after what felt like a loud silence. After all, Daniel knew you just as well as he knew Max.

“I know. I know I have, do you think I’ve been selfish?” He asked, his tone full of raw emotion.

“Yes.” Dan stated simply, “I think you have been, especially since she even told you this is how she thought you would react. How much stress do you think she had been putting on herself? Come one, I’ve taught you to be better than this.” Daniel paused, Max could almost hear him place his thumb and ring finger onto the bridge of his nose. “You know, just as well as I know, she knows it isn’t the best time. Her becoming pregnant is very much a two person job, I think it’s time that you go back to her and have a conversation like the adult I know you are.”

In that moment, Max was so grateful to have someone like Dan just a call away. “Thank you, Dan. Really. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Alright Mr Father-to-be, don’t be going all soppy on me now.” Daniel joked, returning back to his normal teasing. That was the best thing about Daniel, he was quite useful when you needed him to be.

“You can count yourself on being the godfather after that.” Max added, a large beaming smile plastered onto his face.

He heard Dan let out a loud laugh, “Go on, leave me be. Good luck, mate, let me know how it goes and when the time is right tell her I say congrats.”

“Of course, mate. Thank you, again.” Max muttered, looking back in the direction of the villa. After he hung up, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and ambled slowly - working out exactly what he was going to say to you.

Once he had opened the door, he called out to you. “Babe?” He heard a sniffle in response. You were still slumped on the chair in the kitchen, shooting daggers at the cupboard opposite.

Max sat opposite you, reaching out for your hand. Grudgingly you let him take it, you blinked and he took a deep breath before a large, beaming smile crept onto his face.

“We’re going to be parents.” He rubbed the back of your hand, speaking tentatively. You nodded, your lower lip trembled. Max stood up, still keeping a hold of your hand as he gave it a slight tug, indicating that you should stand up. You made your way into his embrace, his arms wrapping securely around you, tucking your face into the crook of your neck as he rocked gently side to side, burying his face into your hair. He then moved his hands to cradle your face, wiping the stray tears away before peppering your face with feather light kisses.

“We’re going to be parents.” He repeated, a little louder and to this you let out another sob, laughing as he picked you up and spun you around.

“I’m sorry. I was being selfish.” He said, as he wrapped you back up into his arms. You smiled into his chest. In that moment, you couldn’t be happier. It was like all of your childhood dreams had come true. In that kitchen stood your new family, mismatched and sometimes a little bit broken but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Good little wife

Note - Inspired by a request I got long ago and written for the happy hoelidays challenge I'm cohosting with my sister hoes @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 . I used the prompts two idiots in love + Character A loves Christmas. Character B hates it. A melts Bs cold heart Dividers by @firefly-graphics .

Summary - Your husband makes up to you for being a Grinch and a meanie to you throughout your marriage.

Warnings - 18+ only, smut(m/f), dub con, older man/younger woman, arranged marrige, leaking nudes, daddy kink, blood play, virginity/innocence kink, loss of virginity, virgin reader, painful sex, misogyny, mob activities.

Pairing - Mob!Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 8k

“You look beautiful, cookie,” your mother raved, pressing her lips to your cheek, “He’s a lucky man.”

You only hummed. Staring at your refection, seeing someone you didn’t even recognize.

Your white lace dress somewhat conservative, still really pretty, something you would’ve been more than happy to wear if your circumstances weren’t so depressing.

You almost let out a sardonic laugh, you didn’t get to choose your husband but at least you chose your wedding gown.

“It’ll be alright,” your mother picked at your hair, noticing your evident sadness, you’ve never been one to hide how you feel anyway, “you’ll learn to love him. He’s very successful.”

“I always thought ‘money doesn’t make you happy',” something she had said to you so many times over the years.

“That’s just a fairy tale. People fall out of love, run out of things to talk about, men cheat, in the end all that’s left is how well he can provide for you,” she stated.

You checked your phone as soon as you could, going through your messages to see if your boyfriend, or rather your now ex boyfriend, had sent you anything. You still naively hoped that he'd come on a white horse and sweep you off and away, so you wouldn’t have to marry someone you’ve else. So you wouldn’t have to give up your freedom forever and just be someone’s wife.

But you saw nothing. He hadn’t talked to you, not since your father found out about you both. Since he was from a family your daddy hated with a passion, and you were supposed to as well, your father made you cut all times with him. Locked you in your room in a timeout till you came to your senses.

After over three weeks he came to you, telling you how he was ready to forgive you and move on. You were so happy. For a minute you let yourself believe that this was your father, he loved you unconditionally, of course he'd set aside whatever vain feud he has and let you be with your love.

All your hopes were crushed when he told you he had selected a husband for you whom you have to marry in just a month. That you had to drop out of college since you wouldn’t need that degree anyway.

You always did believe that he had your best interests at heart, you wanted to believe it this time as well, but you just couldn’t.

Cringing inwardly when he kissed your cheeks, “You look beautiful,” he told you, cold eyes staring at you, “Don’t try anything stupid. Andrew is a good man,” he looped your arm in with his.

“He’s more than a decade older than me,” you argued, biting your lip as he squeezed your arm to warn you.

You slapped a fake smile on your face, walking down, one step after another as everyone looked at you in awe.

This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life...

But when you looked at Andy waiting for you at the alter you felt nothing but grave anxiety which made your teeth clatter, his palms joined together at his front, he did look handsome with his tux and neat beard. You have had a crush on him for a long time but you’ve never even had a real conversation with him, you didn’t know him. No one did.

Your heart filled with dread as your father handed you over to Andy, patting him on his shoulder, “Take good care of her.”

“I will,” Andy smiled.

You weren’t really there, maybe your body was but your soul had left you to maybe make the whole ordeal less painful. The priest read the vows asking you if you were ready to take him as your husband forever.

“I do,” since you had no other choice.

“I do,” he repeated.

You felt a shiver jolt up your spine when his fingers grazed yours, putting the thin silver band on your finger before lifting your veil to press his lips to yours, giving you a chaste, barely there kiss as everyone cheered you on.

The rest of the evening was a blur, you could barely register what had happened, everyone sweetly calling you ‘Mrs Barber’ only making you more nervous.

Andy however, was cordial and formal as always, shaking their hands and thanking them.

Since you hadn’t really taken any dance lessons you were left to simply wing it with him at your first dance. With your clammy hands in his you tried to match his pace as he lead you, bumping into his feet with yours more than once.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Relax,” making you shudder.

You looked up at him, he had barely said two words to you but your grandmother often said ‘Eyes are the windows to the soul’.

And Andy’s eyes were so... kind, like a blue ocean you could happily drown in. He almost looked at you as if he were fond of you.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad...

You didn’t really expect Andy to carry you over the threshold, that was just a silly little fantasy you’ve always had and you knew he’d never indulge you in it but he didn’t even hold the door open for you.

You looked around his condo, so grey and boring, looked like it was out of a magazine catalogue, you felt so out of place there.

Naturally, you followed him to his bedroom, watching him wake his coat off, followed by his cuffs as he rolled his sleeves up.

You went over what you wanted to say in your head, how do you tell your husband that you’re a virgin, on your wedding night--that was something your grandmother never gave you advice on. You could’ve used her wisdom then.

With your mouth suddenly dry you tried to speak as he poured himself a drink, “Um... I’ve...”

“What?” he looked at you, quirking a brown brow up.

“Nothing,” you shook your head as you took a seat on the edge of the bed. “This is a nice house.”

“You can take the guestroom,” he said bluntly.

“What?”

“You can take the guestroom. I’ve already put all your bags there, you can decorate it however you like but don’t touch anything else.”

“But I...I’ve never heard of husband and wife sleeping in different rooms.”

“That’s true, it is unusual. This is not a normal marriage though, is it?” His tone so frustratingly patronising, as if he was talking to a child.

You’ve never really been appreciated for your mind, women never are--not where you come from, even your love Alex only ever thought of you as a ‘pretty face’. But Andy didn’t need to spell it out for you, “You... don’t want me...” you realised.

He only scoffed. He’d never been one for long term relationships, he had tried but he could never give himself to another person, women often called him emotionally unavailable, his demanding and dangerous job did contribute a lot to that, but more than that it was his unwillingness to change. He was self aware enough to know that but he didn’t need anyone else. He didn’t want to be tied down or to have a nagging immature wife.

“But why...” you wondered. Sure, you weren’t thrilled to marry him, but now you had accepted it and wanted to make the best of your new life. You thought he wanted the same.

“Why would I want you?” he spat. “ You’re nothing but a spoilt rich girl who’s had everything handed to her. Who was ungrateful and stupid enough to fraternize with the enemy.”

You let out a shaky exhale, looking at him with teary eyes, “I loved him...”

“You don’t know the first thing about love,” he rolled his eyes.

“He loved me too! But I’m willing to put that behind me. I made a vow to you.”

“You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?” you frowned.

He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery to show you the compromising pictures you had sent to your ex, “He shared that with everyone, it was all just a ploy to humiliate your father.”

You gasped, taking his phone in your trembling hand, your breasts exposed as you shyly looked at the camera. You had flat out refused to send him a nude when he asked for it but then he threatened to break up with you, to go after your best friend, even called you a prude because you hadn’t slept with him. At the moment you felt as if you had no choice but to do it...

“He wouldn’t,” you sobbed.

“And because of your stupidity I had to marry you since no one else would ever want you,” he said. But then regretted it as you just started crying harder. He thought of maybe trying to console you but what would he even say?

He took the phone from you before you could even think of deleting the photos. He used them to pleasure himself almost every night. Maybe he was an idiot, he could have the real thing, yet he was pushing you away, “Go to your room,” he told you which made you sob even moreso.

You looked up at him, begging him for a hug, for some sort of comfort or sympathy but his face was cold and harsh. Finally gathering your wits you went to the other room, ready to cry yourself to sleep.

No matter how beautiful you were, you were still thrusted upon him, you didn’t love him, you never could because you never even had a choice

“Perfect,” you beamed, setting down the chicken pot pie you had just cooked up.

Your grandmama had always told you that a wife should be a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. So that her man would never stray.

And while you hadn’t had a chance to be a whore for Andy... something that you were looking forward to, you hoped the fresh home cooked meal, the holiday season and decorations you had spent the past few days working on would put him in the mood. To maybe accept you as his wife.

For the past six months you had tried everything, making him breakfast, packing his lunch, offering him massages, even trying to help him with his work but he was always so cold to you.

You feared that this is how it will be forever. He would never love you, not the way you’ve always loved him. Even when he was so cruel towards you.

But you were nothing if not resilient. So you said chuck it and went all out. Decorating your whole house, with a real tree for the past few days while Andy was out on a work trip for thanksgiving. Maybe you could surprise him and he’d realise just how much he lucked out with you.

You even went with a more risqué outfit than you usually would. Your little emerald green skirt with pleats was a bit too short and impractical for the cold winters but you were going to stay inside anyway. It was topped off with a tight burgundy blouse and a push up bra which made your girls look enticing and some red pumps.

With a pumpkin pie for dessert in the oven, your salads done and the gingerbread flavored candles lit up you were good to go.

So you sat on the couch, watching 'A Christmas story' for the hundredth time to kill time till he gets home and to distract your nervous mind.

After ninety minutes the movie was over but Andy still wasn’t home. You tried calling him but it kept going to voicemail.

Frustrated, but determined to follow through with your ‘Seduce Andy Barber’ plan you put on another movie, chewing your lip till it bled as you impatiently waited for him.

Soon it was midnight, your food got cold and the rumbling in your tummy became more prominent so you decide to eat your dinner, put the leftovers in the freezer and cut your losses.

You were almost done with your dishes when your husband coming into the apartment, turning around you saw him hang his coat on the back of the chair and plomp down on it. He groaned, pulling the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal his bulky forearms.

“You’re home,” you said, taking off your apron so he could see your little get up.

He didn’t smile at you like you expected he would, he didn’t say ‘Good job’ like you thought he would. He certainly didn’t look like he wanted to bend you over the dining table and take you then and there. He simply frowned at you. Looking at you as if your mere existence offended him.

“I told you; you were allowed to decorate your room however you liked. Not the whole apartment,” he growled, rubbing a hand over his face.

“What? I did it for you... I thought you would like it, ” you stood there, dumbfounded, shifting from one foot to another, “You don’t like Christmas.” You realised.

“No, I don’t. Christmas isn’t all fun and jolly for everybody. I’ve never had anyone to celebrate it with,” he did you a once over, his pants tightening uncomfortably as he took in your little ensemble.

He had never had a single good Christmas in his whole life. He’d usually spend it either working or drinking. But now, he had you, his good little wife who had gone out of her way to do all this just for him.

He could kiss your red lips then and there, finally do what he’s been wanting to go for the past few months and make love to you, eat the delicious meal you had made him because he was fucking starving.

But then he realized how easily you could be taken away from him. How this was all so fickle.

“Do you want a divorce?” he crossed his hands over his chest, as if daring you to give a wrong answer, “If you do, I’ll give you one right now.”

“I - ” you strutted, you didn’t really know, “Daddy would never let that happen.” To which he scoffed.

Your father would kill you both if this marriage failed. He knew that, why would he still be willing to risk everything?

“Where are you going?” you asked when he got up from the chair.

“To my room, to sleep,” he sighed.

He knew what you would say, he knew you were daddy’s little girl who’d die before disappointing her father, which was solely why you were with him, and yet he let himself fall for you and get hurt.

You tugged on his shirt, ready to beg him to at least eat the meal you made for him but then you frowned, inhaling the feminine perfume from his shirt, mixed with his own Cologne, you took a step back, your eyes brimming with tears as you realised he might’ve been with another woman.

While you were home slaving away to make everything perfect for him.

Your father had a handful of mistresses, a few of them younger than you. Your mother knew, all wives know and look the other way. That was how it was supposed to be. It was how you make marriages last...

And your poor beaten heart could take his coldness towards you, it absolutely could not bear him being with another woman. Your father had always praised him for being loyal, and it was one of the things you loved about him...

“Where were you?” you sniffled to keep the tears at bay.

“I was out working. So I could pay for your shopping sprees.” He spat.

You gasped, “I haven’t gone shopping in months! I only did now for Christmas!”

“That tree better be down by the time I wake up. You can out all that crap in your bedroom if you like. I do not what to see it.” He said gravelly, before slamming his door shut.

Something was horribly wrong.

Andy came home to an empty, cold house. You weren’t there to greet him like you usually are, in fact you hadn’t been for the past few weeks. He could hear the TV from your room, some kind of musical playing.

He checked the kitchen for some food, you used to make dinner every night, rave about your love for cooking and baking, but now it seemed that you lived on poptarts and McDonald’s.

He knocked on your door, to ask if you wanted some of the alfredo he was cooking up, also to maybe get you to have dinner with him.

Ever since he had married you, he had such a beautiful companion to have dinner with. To watch silly romcoms with, someone who waited for him to come home, called him all worried when he was late, asked him how his day was

It’d break his heart to say good night to you, you’d give him those puppy eyes, fluttering your lashes as if begging him to invite you to bed with him.

He wanted to ask you to come, to feel what it would be like to snuggle up with your soft body, to smell your hair, to finally fuck you, but he’d just go away to sleep in his cold bed with a heavy heart. Making do with his hand as he thought of you, it wouldn’t feel nearly as good as you would but it would have to do.

“Can I come in, honey?” he asked.

Letting himself in when no answer came from you. You were lying on your bed, blankets draped over you, your eyes trained on the television. He looked around your room, he had only been there a couple of times, he had expected to see some kind of winter wonderland since you were such a fan of Christmas.

But it looked just how it usually did... pale pink walls, a queen sized bed, a small closet and a dresser and a vanity. No tree or fairy lights or nut crackers.

He leaned against the door frame. “Did you have dinner?” He wanted to know.

You made some sort of unintelligible noise; which could mean anything. So he asked, “Would you like some pasta? I can’t make it as good as you do but I’ll try.”

“No.” You answered. Still not even looking at him.

“It’s Christmas Eve, do you want to go celebrate with your family?”

You shook your head in response. “No, I think I’ll just stay here.”

He had stolen your brightness and sunshine away, tainting you with his darkness. “Stop it,” he scolded, switching off the TV and standing in front of you to make you listen to him. “Get ready, I’m dropping you off at your fathers. You’re not spending Christmas in bed.”

“What difference does it make?” you huffed.

“Get ready. Right. Now.” He ordered, pulling your blanket away from you.

“No!” you whined. Sitting up, your face heating up with a simmering rage you had harbored for months. “Why do you even care? Do you want to get me out of the house so you could spend Christmas with her?!”

“Who’s her?” he furrowed his brows.

“Your mistress!” you yelled, looking around for something you could hurt him with, you grabbed a hold of your Mrs Bunny, your cute pink stuffie and threw it at his face. “I’m not going anywhere. And you’re not bringing her in to my house!” You said, throwing another stuffie at him which he caught with his hand.

“Honey,” he said, as if he was so disappointed with you, for catching him in his lies and deceit. “I don’t have a mistress. Where would I even find the time for one? All those late nights were spent at the office or in meetings.”

He would be the world’s biggest idiot to get a mistress when he had a wife like you waiting for him at home. A wife he hadn’t even so much as even kissed... given how pouty and tempting your lips looked, he didn’t know how he resisted for so long.

“Don’t call me honey,” you puffed out your cheeks, “And I don’t believe you.”

“Well, what can I do to make you believe me?”

You sighed, laying back down on the bedding, “There’s not much you can do. Except leave me be. I just want to sleep this Christmas away.”

He had to do something to get your spirits up. And since you has thrown away your old decorations he ran to every store in the town, waiting in the queue for hours, calling in as many favors as he could to get some new ones.

While he wasn’t able to get a real Christmas tree, he got a fake one which was a bit smaller than the one you had put up but not all that bad.

You had decorated the apartment with the traditional red, greens and golden he decided to go with a soft pastel pink theme. Hoping that you would like it and forgive him.

He had gotten you couple of gifts, a little babydoll he saw on the internet, it was pink and sexy, he thought of you the moment he saw it. Ordering it for you but he never really gathered enough courage to ask you to wear it. He wrapped it up for you in some festive paper, tying a ribbon around it.

He decided to get as many gifts for you as he could so the tree wouldn’t look so depressing, a Tiffany’s set, an advent calendar from a make up company he knew you liked, a box of cookies and one of chocolates, a new apron with floral patterns and frilly trimmings, some cozy socks, and a surprise gift he had been saving for you.

Looking around the living room, while it wasn’t as good as what you had done with the place he was still proud of what he could pull off in just a couple of hours.

He called out your name before knocking and entering, switching on your bedside lamp he sat next to you, stroking your hair, “Wake up, angel.”

“Seriously, stop it with the petnames,” you said, your voice groggy from sleep and irritated. Because he had only ever said your name with contempt before.

“I’m not going to stop, honey. You’re my wife, I can call you whatever I like.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, rubbing your sleep away from your eyes.

“I have a surprise for you.” He smiled at you.

And while he had certainly smiled at you before that, when you had said something funny or silly (which you usually did just to see him smile), this one seemed so much brighter and warm.

“What is it?” you sat up. Still a bit crossed with him but excited to see what surprise he had for you.

“You have to come into the living room for that, and promise to stop being a Grinch,” he said, bopping your nose.

You scoffed incredulously, “I’m being a Grinch?! You were the one who made me take everything down in the first place!”

“I know, honey, and I am sorry for that. Hopefully I can make it up to you.” He winked.

You combed your hair, splashing some water on your face and then following him out to see what he had in mind for you.

You all but gasped at the tree in the middle of your living room, so beautiful, the soft glow of the fairy lights illuminated the room, little festive trinklets all over the room.

He had got you a pink stocking with sparkling silver hearts on it. His was a normal red one with ‘Andy' written with a sharpie or a pen. You giggled at that.

“You like it, honey?” he asked.

You nodded, observing the ornaments on your tree, “I do. Thank you so much, Andy. It’s so beautiful, I don’t think anyone’s ever done something so grand for me.”

Your rave gave him the courage to out his hand over your waist, pulling you into him, “I know this doesn’t make up for everything, but it’s start.”

“Yes! I think... I’d like a fresh start,” you beamed up at him

He excused himself to make some hot chocolate for you both, handing you a mug with little heart shaped marshmallows and sprinkles on top of it. You didn’t even realise how you ended up snuggled up next to him on the couch, Elf playing on the TV which he shockingly had never seen before.

“You know... for someone who hates Christmas so much you did a pretty good job saving it!” you giggled, kissing his bearded cheek.

“Well...” he looked down at you, wiping away the mustache the hot chocolate gave you before sucking his thumb off, “I don’t hate it anymore, because I’m not alone,” he said, his thumb pulling on your plump bottom lip.

“Um...” you face heated up as looked away, “You got me gifts!” you screamed a bit overzealous to change the subject, “Can I open one now? Please?! I’m just so excited!”

“Sure,” he murmured, a bit salty that he didn’t get the kiss.

He knelt next to you on the carpet as you pinked one up, shaking it next to your ear, scrunching your nose up so cutely as you tried to decipher what it was.

“Mmm... I can’t tell...”

“Why don’t you just open it?” he asked as his hand caressed your bare thigh, finding himself unable to keep his hands off of you now that he has you.

You ripped at the wrapping paper, opening the box to reveal the skimpy baby pink lingerie he had got you.

You pulled it out of the box and then started stammering, unable to form words once you realised what it was. “Is this... um..”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s very cute and nice. Do you, want me to wear it for you?”

“If that’s what you want,” he said casually and then shrugged but then regretted it as your face fell and you let. He wasn’t used to half-assing things if he was going to tell you his true feelings, he had to go all out.

Taking a deep breath, “I have to tell you something I’ve been meaning to say for months.”

“What?”

“I... love you,” he looked down at your lap, because he couldn’t bear to look in your eyes if you decided to reject him.

“Oh, Andy!” you beamed, “I love you too! I’ve always loved you,” you crawled on top of him, throwing your arms around his neck you hugged him.

“That’s good then,” he smiled stroking your back, he pulled you back so he could look at your pretty face, cupping your cheek he pressed his lips against yours.

He had only kissed you once, months ago at your wedding, and while it was not bad at all it was too short and formal and distant, nothing compared to how he felt right now. Moulding his lips against yours, kneading the flesh of your ass, you tasted just as sweet as he imagined you would.

You gasped in his mouth when he rutted his erection up into your core. “Andy!” your chest heaving as you felt him pressing against your thigh.

“What do you say you go put that on for me, doll? Hm?” he instructed.

You meekly nodded, grabbing a hold of the lingerie which you just now noticed was so sheer and would not really leave anything to the imagination.

“Come on out quickly now,” his impatience seeping through his voice as he sat on the edge of his, or what would now be both of your marital bed, one leg crossed over the other, his foot tapping against the floor.

His pants already snug, just from imagining what you would look like with the flimsy thing on. It wasn’t as revealing or kinky as some of the other pieces he had seen, but he felt it would match your personality perfectly.

He groaned, calling out your name again, “I’m gonna fucking die of blue balls, if you don’t come out right now, I’m coming in,” he got up to his feet to do just that but then stopped when he heard the knob twist.

One smooth leg peaking out of the bathroom, “Um... promise you wouldn’t make fun of me?” you asked. Your eyes screwed shut, you didn’t really have much of choice but you had never been so vulnerable in front of anyone. You’d hate to not be satisfactory for him.

“I promise,” his face softened, he had to practice some restrain, at least until he breaks you in, “Now come on out.”

You opened the door, your meek eyes fixed on your hardwood floor, your hands hugging your midsection. You blinked when he said nothing for several long, tortuous moments. Peaking a glance up at him you found him staring at you.

“Uh, do you like it?” you asked as your hands played with the helm of the teddy.

He almost scoffed. Like would be an understatement.

He knew pink would be your color. The nightie so short, clinging to your curves, your nipples pebbled against the satiny fabric, you looked like a sweet little doll and a whole fucking meal to devour at the same time. He would burst before he even got to touch you.

“Twirl,” he made the motion with his forefinger to demonstrate it, “Let me look at you better. And hands to your sides.”

You took a deep breath, letting your hands fall, doing as he had asked, your heart hammering in your chest because for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out if he actually liked you.

“Stop there,” he instructed when he got a look at your pert, round butt, the cloth barely covering it, he could see the imprints of the thong you wore.

“What are you thinking?” you asked.

“If I like your front better or your behind.” He almost chuckled at the incredulous gasp you let out. “Alright, look at me again.” Definitely the front, because he could see your beautiful face. Taking his original position on the bedding, “Come here,” he patted his lap.

Like the obedient wife that you aspired to be, you followed, perching yourself up on his lap, your arms around his neck for some support, looking into his lust blown, dark eyes.

You bite your lip when you felt that pressing into your thigh. Unable to bear his intense gaze you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

He hushed you, snuggling your soft body closer to his, his fingers drawing patterns on your hip, “How many men have you been with before?”

It didn’t really matter whatever your answer would be. But he wanted to tell you, that how ever many there were before him won’t matter anymore. From now on you are solely his.

“None,” you whispered so lowly that he almost couldn’t hear you.

“What?” Holding onto your chin so that he could make you look at him, “None? How is that possible?”

“I’ve just been waiting for the right one... I was going to with Alex but then didn’t...” you said as your hands caressed the coarse hair on his jaw.

He hummed, the fact that he would be your one and only, forever, only served to entice him further.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asked, although he knew the answer.

“No...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you,” he promised, pushing on your shoulders to make you get on your knees.

You hissed at the cold floor, biting into the your calves and knees.

His dainty princess, he grabbed a throw pillow, instructing you to put it under, all the while staring at your cleavage peaking out like a creep.

Your eyes were fixated on his crotch, eager to see what a real penis looks like. You had watched some porn when you were a teen, out of sheer curiosity, but your friends had told you to lower your expectations. That real ones are much smaller and not so aesthetically pleasing.

You all but gasped when he took his cock out of the confines of his sweats, slapping over his abdomen. So big... and thick, with two veins over it, a bright flushed tip leaking with pre-ejaculate, and some soft hair dusted at the base of it.

You tried to stop yourself but then couldn’t help it, your hand shyly touching his tip yanking it down and then releasing it to see what happens. As suspected it flew back over, hard against his tummy, making you giggled.

“Oh gosh...” you slapped a palm over your mouth to stop from laughing.

He scrunched up the hair on the back of your head, yanking your neck back so that he could look at you, “What’s so funny?” he growled.

“Nothing,” you gulped, “It’s all just so strange and new... and exciting...”

He hummed as he took in your words. Grabbing the base of his cock as he rubbed his tip and precum all over your cheeks till your face was positively glowing with his essence.

“You wanna taste it?” he asked, to which you eagerly nodded.

Nudging your pouty lips with his tips before tapping on them when you didn’t get the clue, “Open.”

“Oh,” you said before opening as wide as you could, his length easing into your mouth. You hummed around him, the salty unique taste of him you had never really known before and couldn’t get enough of now.

He was barely halfway through inside you when he touched the back of your throat, he tutted, “Relax your throat,” he told you.

You didn’t really know what he meant but you tried loosening up all your muscles. Choking around him when he pushed in a few more inches.

Most of him was still out but it was as good as it’s gonna get, not that he’d ever complain... no... your mouth was like heaven. He had only known his hand for the past year Or so, and your mouth was almost too much.

Holding onto your face to keep it in place he started thrusting upwards into you, his heart swelling with tears escaped your eyes but you still tried to take more of him, to please him like the good girl that you were.

He stopped his hips, gently slapping your cheek to get your attention, “You always look at me when my dick is in your mouth. Got it?”

Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of cock, you just nodded.

You peered up at him innocently, fluttering your lashes, popping him out of your sloppy mouth, “Am I doing it right?” because you truly couldn’t tell.

He chuckled, smoothening a hand down your hair, “More than right... it’s too good but I want to come in your pussy. Maybe I’ll make you swallow my load latter, what do you think?”

“Yes, I’d like that,” you licked your lips to taste more of him.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered.

“Um... can I go fix my face before that,” you rubbed your mouth with the back of your hand, you doubted you looked very pretty to him then.

“No,” he stated, pulling you up by your armpits and all but throwing you on the bed.

You yelped and tried to protest, “I wanna look good for you...”

He pushed your legs apart to make room for him, smirking above you, eyeing you up as if you were a piece of meat, his prey, “This really does look pretty on you...” he rubbed the flimsy spagetti strap between his fingers, “but it’s served it’s purpose.”

You screamed, holding onto his wrists as he ripped the babydoll in two pieces, revealing your breasts to him, he yanked at it, throwing the remains away.

“That’s much better,” he gritted, pinching one of your peaks, capturing it in his mouth and suckling at it to his hearts content.

You pouted as you looked at the torn cloth, a bit upset that he ruined his gift to you. “I really liked that...” you sniffled. But couldn’t really ponder because Andy’s ravenous mouth was sucking hickies all over your breasts.

“I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you ten more,” he bit into the side of your breasts, your mewls and whines were like music to his ears.

“Andy...” you heaved, “Don’t leave marks... I have to go to dinner tomorrow to moms...”

He stopped abruptly, propping himself up above you and you were afraid that you had upset him, “You’re my wife now, honey. Your father gave you to me,” his hand snaking down your body, between your legs, he parted your moist lips, the pad of his fingers meeting your little pearl, “I can do whatever I want with you,” he reminded you, pushing a finger into you, “This cunt is mine now, got it?”

“Yess...” you whined as you squirmed under him, the invasion of his finger inside you too alien to your body.

“Which means you ask for permission before you touch yourself, or better yet, don’t touch yourself because that’s my job,” he stated.

“Have you ever made yourself come?” he asked, trailing soft kisses down your body till he settled between your legs, moving the strong of the thing to the side so he could get a better look at your virgin pussy, adding another finger inside you, your snug walls clinging to his digits, “You’re so fucking small. Can barely fit my finger. How will you take my cock,” he teased.

He’d make you take it.

You whimpered at the sting of it, “I’ll try, daddy...” throwing your head back as you massaged your breast.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him when he stopped his ministrations, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” he quirked a brow. “Do you realise what you just called me?”

You simply shook your head because you hadn’t really called him anything, “Andy?”

“No,” he huffed, “You called me daddy, honey.”

You gasped, you didn’t mean to say it out loud! “No...” you shook you head from side to side, trying to pull away from his fingers still knuckle deep inside you, “It can’t be!”

“Oh, but you did,” he laughed, “And you’re gonna say it again. In fact, from now on, when it’s just the two of us that’s the only thing that you will call me. Unless you wanna get punished...”

“Okay...” you said, still a bit unsure of it all.

You had always called him ‘daddy’ in your fantasies. It was maybe a bit expected for it to slip out like that but still so embarrassing. You said it again just to make sure that he actually wanted you to call him that and wasn’t just teasing you.

“Good girl,” he winked, latching his mouth around your clit, fucking you with his fingers as he kept sucking.

“Daddy...” you whined, biting on your hand to muffle some of your noises, a knot building up in the pit of your stomach, “Don’t stop, please!”

You gushed over his mouth, he lapped it all up, making sure nothing went to waste.

“You did good, honey,” he said, your cheeks heating up when you saw his beard glistening with your juices. He rolled your thong down your thick thighs, “You wear this to dinner tomorrow,” he told you. “Since I’m going to be a real husband from now on I pick out what you wear.”

All so he could see you in those pretty flowy dresses you wear sometimes, but you didn’t need to know that.

He hastily pushed his sweats and briefs past his hips, throwing them off the bed before pulling his t-shirt over his head.

You bit your lip at just the sight of him. His shoulders so broad, chest so wide, dark hair dusted all over his chest, you just knew then that all those hours he spent at the gym paid off, you knew he’d be ripped.

But you absolutely did not expect, someone as uptight as him to have numerous tattoos all over his torso.

Something inscribed in Sanskrit on his chest that you didn’t really understand... the logo of your family’s mob on just under his pectoral.

You sat up to get a better look at them, tracing a skull on his bicep that looked much less sophisticated than the others, the lines a bit scribbly, it was already fading.

“That’s the first one,” he interrupted you, “I was a kid back then, got my foster brother to do it.”

You pressed a kiss over it, “I love it.”

His blue eyes beamed at you, he was so beautiful...

“Now for your gift...” he circled your wrist bringing it down to his pelvis.

“Hm?” you looked down, tears brimming up in your eyes as you saw your name written on just beside his hipbone, next to his hard cock, standing tall against his stomach. In a small heart, dark ink against his pale skin, “When did you get it done?” you sniffles, touching his skin to feel the texture of the tattoo.

“A few weeks ago. I just... I’ve never belonged to anyone. Never had a family of my own. But now I have you, and you have me, I’m just as much yours as you’re mine,” he confessed, finally feeling the weight of it lifted off his shoulders. You were a blessing in disguise.

“I love you,” you beamed up at him.

“I love you too, doll, now come on,” he pushed you till you were on your back, “Daddy’s waited long enough. Can’t wiat to fill you up, make you mine.”

He planted a hand on the mattress, so he could see what he was doing to your virgin cunt, look at you and her, as he defiles you and makes you a woman, his thick manhood nudging your glistening lips as he eased into you, he felt you stretching around him, your face twisted in pain as you begged him to go easy on you, he halted when he felt your barrier.

He looked up at your pretty face, sparkling with his spend and your tears, your sweet little whimpers filled the room, he stayed still for a moment to let you get used to him, he knew he should take it easy.

His wife was a delicate, fragile, sweet little girl. He should be more gentle. A better husband and man would be. But he had his whole life to become a good man for you, tonight he just wanted to take what was rightfully his.

Letting out a deep, almost animalistic growl, piercing through your seal, your innocence till you were screeching, your nails drawing blood from the sides of his thighs.

“It hurts!” you screamed.

“It’ll only hurt for a little bit, doll. Just ride through it,” he cooed, stroking your sensitive clit to draw your attention away from the pain, he withdrew his hips before snapping them back till he was deep within your womb.

“You’re so snug, honey,” he grunted, not letting up his pace as he kept fucking into you,

A proud smirk gracing his face as he looked down to see himself covered in blood, a sticky mess of both your bodily fluids where your sexes were joined. His dick somehow grew harder inside you knowing how he took something from you that you’ll never be able to give someone else.

Slowly your crying and whining was subsiding as you got used to have him inside you, but he wanted to hear you scream for him in a different way. “Don’t you want to make your husband, no, your daddy happy, honey?” He asked, each word punctuated with a deep, harsh thrust into you.

You nodded, willing your tears away, cringing when you saw his crotch covered in your blood, “Yes I do, daddy. What do I do?”

“Your cute dumb brain always needs to be told what to do,” he chuckled, moving closer to you he circled his palms around your wrists, pinning them above you, “Wrap your legs around me.”

You followed along, wrapping your legs around his hips and hooking them together on his back. Closing your eyes when you felt your body seizing up, your pussy pulsating around his length when you felt the familiar feeling creep up on you.

“Look at me!” he barked and you immediately opened your eyes, “You look at me when I fuck you.”

You gulped and dared not close your eyes again. Even as you felt your orgasm wash over you, clenching around his length. His face was scrunched up, his neck, face and chest flush as he chased his own release till you felt his warm release coating your walls.

He collapsed above you, panting beside you he kissed your hair, “You liked that, babygirl?”

You let out a meek little yes. Feeling empty and void of his warmth and hardness when he pulled out of you before settling next to you.

“But...” you trailed off. Not finding it in you to bare yourself to him like that just yet.

“But what?” he whipped his head to look at you.

“But I’m sorry if I wasn’t very good!” Since you had simple laid there and took whatever he gave you. You had heard that men don’t like that...

“Don’t worry, honey, you were absolutely perfect,” he sighed. “You’ll get even better with practice, we’re gonna practice a lot from now on.”

You tried to cover your breasts up with the comforter, still awkward about being stark naked right next to a man, a man who looked as good as like Andy, but he swatted at your hands, reprimanding you and telling you to stay still and let him look at you to his hearts content.

Soon you felt your cunt throbbing back up again, still so raw from the loving Andy gave it, you tried rubbing your legs together to ease it a little bit.

“It still hurts?” Andy asked as you nodded.

He snaked a hand between your legs, massaging your little nub and your lips, tutting when you tried to pull away from his touch, “Shh I’m trying to make it hurt less.”

He hummed when he saw his seed leak out of you, pushing a finger in you, much to your displeasure, to keep it inside you, where it belonged.

He would make you go on some form of birth control as soon as he could. While the idea of you all round and plump with his kid was more than appealing, he didn’t want to share you with anyone else just yet. You were young, he had plenty of years to breed you.

“You’d make a good mother,” he wondered out loud.

“Hm?” you blinked at him. Squirming from the torture he was yielding on your overworked sex. His lips curled up in a twisted smile as he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping your blood on your soft nipples, painting them crimson as you shivered.

You looked at his cock, hard again against his stomach. “Does it hurt?” you asked, your hands twitching to touch it again.

“Yes, it does. Do you wanna help me get rid of the pain?”

“Mm... can I use my mouth again? I’m sore...”

“It’s okay, honey, you’ll get used to it,” he promised, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him, your palms pressed into his abdomen as you looked so wrecked, “Guide me in,” he ordered.

You shook your head which earned you a harsh slap on your ass so you held onto the base of his cock, parting your intimate lips, before slowly sinking down on him.

You sighed as you settled, sitting on top of him with his cock nestled inside you, so full and strangely satisfied, his warmth soothing your aching walls, he spanked you again to remind you to move, so you started bouncing on top of him the best you could.

His hand groped at your bouncing titts before he wrapped a hand around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure as you whimpered and cried, just to remind you who’s in charge, not that you’d forget anytime soon.

His only regret was that he hadn’t done this sooner. He was an idiot to ever resist an angel like you. He’ll have to do a lot to make up for lost time.

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