#but do not say its expected and a prt of it

[dark-and-kawaii]

༺ 𝒜 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 ༻

You never expected a Devil to be your savior, never expected to be cherished by him…

PRT 2 (CLICK HERE) - Fluff - Soft Raphael - Past Talk About Abuse

Gazing outside his balcony, you watched as yet another red storm began to stir throughout Avernus. The wilted trees bend to the will of the fiery winds. The overcast clouding your view of the mountains, and with a deep sigh this dreary day has brought back memories you had thought you’d forgotten. A life full of pain and restrictions… But the devil took you away from it all, and gave you a new life with new meaning.

With a subtle startled expression as you felt your hand graze one of the small buttons on your wrist, you look down with a warm smile as you continue to run your hand along the soft cotton of Raphael’s opulent dress shirt. You nearly had forgotten that on days such as this you quite enjoy stealing his shirts. They always brought you such comfort and joy, who would’ve thought… A devil bringing you such comfort. It’s laughable really. Holding your arm to your lips you can smell the scent of cherries and sulfur, it relaxes your muscles and you can’t help but to thank him aloud to yourself, “Thank you, my devil.”

“For what, pray tell little mouse of mine?”

And just like a tiny mouse, squealing wasn’t the right word for the noise you had just made… But with a tiny cute noise, you hastily turned around on his silken bed to face the devil himself, Raphael… He was always so handsome no matter the form he took, right now though he appeared human. His milk chocolate eyes watching you with interest, his hand resting on his chin. Everything about him was so grandiose and each time you looked him in the eyes your heart would skip a beat.

The Devil wasn’t perfect, he had his flaws just as everyone else did… He also had his own ambitions to rule the 9 hells… But, for whatever reason, those flaws made him even more special to you. Yes, he was the son of Mephistopheles. Yes, he is technically one of the “bad” guys, but… unlike the last villain that had captured you… Raphael was soft with you, treated you as if you were some sort of delicate flower that would break apart if not careful. He had his souls he enjoyed to flail and torture, yet with you it was different… the devil had no need to put you through such horrors. He cherished and protected you like a dragon with its hoard of treasure.

“R-Raphael- I uh-… Thank you… For…”

Just his presence alone made you flustered, it couldn’t be helped.

“It would seem that the cat has caught this little mouse’s tongue.” A small laugh emanated from his chest, “How, precious.”

You grin at his response.

Damn near everyone would disagree with you, but in your eyes, Raphael wasn’t foul, not like Astarion was… This devil you came to know throughout your adventure didn’t hold you by a leash… Didn’t force you down whenever he pleased, or gauge your neck with his teeth to prove a point- Your flushed face reducing to a pale complexion as your hand cups where Astarion left his mark on you. A chill runs down your spine remembering when Astarion the Ascended chained you for days… All because you wanted to run out into the city for some fresh brioche and to say hello to Gale.

Raphael, a devil, son of Mephistopheles… Never chained you nor held you against your will. He let you run out into the real world… Let you do as you pleased. You knew he’d make Korilla follow after you. But it wasn’t due to lack of trust, it was plainly because he wanted to keep you safe and out of the Vampires grasps.

Like a falling feather, you gracefully glide off Raphael’s bed. His shirt on you flowed at the bottom thanks to it being far too big on you making this scene before him look like it was out of a book- and into his chest you fell. Your arms wrapping around him while your cheek pressed against his arm that crossed against his chest.

“What’s better than a devil you do know?” You looked up at him questioning.

“By all means please do enlighten me.” His hand never left his face and his other arm stayed crossed over his chest as you embrace him.

“A devil thats your savior…” -You looked away from him, staring back out the balcony-, “I don’t think you’d ever find a quote like that in a book, but I’m thankful for you, Raphael. Truly. Thank you.” You press your face into him, your lashes fluttering close.

Raphael would never tell you how he waited for your hope to whittled down to the very marrow of despair- how he waited for you to whimper his name between sobs while chained to the vampires personal bed. The Devil would also never admit how it pained him to see such a treasure being handled in such ways, yet he wanted you to call out to him. He’s still a devil after all… So he waited all that year, waited for you to call out his name for help, pleading to sign whatever it is he desired…

“You didn’t belong with such filth.”- you didn’t need to look up to know he was scrunching his face, you could hear it in his voice- “Fine beauty such as yourself belongs in a much more suitable home.” He finally moved his hand from his face to the top of your head. Petting you like some adored pet.

Raphael, from the moment he laid eyes on you, knew he'd make you apart of his plan forever someday. He just didn’t expect you to vanish all of a sudden… The damn vampire had ascended and taken you… All those years you were caged like some sort of animal. Nowhere to go, forced into things you wanted no part of… Living like a rat.

A rarity had shown its face as Raphael peered down at you, you didn’t see it and Raphael could only hope for once that Haarlep didn’t see the concern on his face.

Astarion still walks among the living, and Raphael can’t be everywhere…

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[heartfullofleeches]

Silent Hearts

Yandere Mime Drabble

It's beginning of the season, and with it came new ways to entertain the changing times. Flyers posted around town, you and a small group of friends decided to partake in the festivities and take a trip to a carnival currently in the area. The day was what you'd expect at such a place. Bizarre and sugary foods, games, shows - and rides.

The rides, and their lines, took up most of the afternoon. According to a friend who had been here before, they were the best prt of the whole carnival, and they weren't wrong. After riding your personal favorites a few more times and playing a couple games, you all were getting tired and chose one last ride before you left. Despite the protest of some, there was no better way to end the day than a go on the relaxing boat ride near the back of the venue. You head towards it with the small prizes you earned, losing one as you trip over thin air. You reach over to grab it - thrown aback by what you grab.

"Where'd you come from?"

Instead of touching the slightly static body of one of your stuffed animals, your fingers make contact with soft silk. You raise the item to eye level. Its a puppet. Beady black eyes and gloves. A slightly frown formed into the line of a zipper. You can seen something bulging in its throat area, but it really wasn't any of your concern. This was obviously not yours and you need to return it to its owner. Fortunately for you, they weren't too far behind.

Rising to your feet, you nearly jump out of your skin as an outstretched hand hovers in front of you. Heart beat returning to normal, you realize the gloves the stranger wears are fairly similar to the puppet's.

"Oh, is this yours?"

The person doesn't move, or say a word. You can't read their facial expressions, because you'd have to crane your neck to do so. With their height, you imagine them to be wearing stilts or something. You also piece together they must be apart of the carnival due to their attire.

"Y/n, you coming?!"

You look around them towards your friends. "Just a sec!"

You return your attention to the silent figure. Without the proper time to question anything, you place the puppet in their palm. The speed at which their fingers closes around it surprises you given their statue like nature. They inspect the doll, cradling it to chest once the check up is complete. They lift their other hand, this balled. After waiting a few seconds to see if they'll say anything, you run on ahead to meet up with your friends. Running past them, you can make out the faint scent of flowers.

Joining back up with the group, you stand in line for the boat ride. The wait time is estimated about twenty minutes, so you just chat amongst yourselves to make the seconds go by a little quicker.

Next in line, the ride operator comes up to your group.

"How many are with you today?"

"There's five of us." A friend chimes.

"Boats are two to a seat. I got another passenger up here if one of you wants to go on with them."

You glance at the other rider. It's the mime from before. They're slightly hunched to fit under the awning better, so you can actually see their face this round and they look - sad. Their black lips droop in a long frown; bags under their eyes visible through the paint coating their skin. They turn their head towards the puppet now in their chest pocket, before looking over at you.

"I'll go."

Your friends are surprised by your declaration.

"Really?"

"Yeah. We kinda met earlier anyway."

"I... don't think that's the best idea."

"Why not?"

"I didn't want to say anything in case I sounded paranoid, but that person has been following us the whole day."

That - definitely has you rethinking your choice. You take another look at the mime. With how big they were, it seemed impossible that you wouldn't have noticed them before. They're still staring at you. They wave.

Another friend playfully smacks the shoulder of your other companion. "Aw, it's no biggie. They're a performer, its probably just a coincidence you saw them so often. Go on ahead, Y/n."

You cross the gate as the worker opens it for you. The mime stands out of the way so that you can get in first. It doesn't help your lingering uneasiness about the situation to have them on the side with the door, but you get in away. Their legs brush against yours as they squeeze into their seat. You watch as the next pair of riders are ushered to their seats, before the boat is sent off.

The ride is, relaxing. The peaceful music and talk animals lull you into a sense of security that's humbled whenever you glance out the corner of your eye to see the mime looking back. Overtime their puppet moves into their lap; hand slipping into its slit.

You're so beautiful.

"Huh?"

The mime tilts their head as your exclamation.

"Did... you say something?"

They shake their head no, running their digits over their lips and throwing away the key. The ride doesn't last much longer after that.

Climbing off, a tape on your shoulder stops you from going far. The mime pats at their breast and pants pockets for something. Locating the item, they produce two fingers clasping thin air. The mime slips the invisible ring on your finger. You can still feel the tightness of the band as they stand upright. They once again crook their head, eyes drifting from your hand up to your face in silent question.

“I.. love it?”

Ever so faintly  - they smile. You can see something behind their grin. A network of strings embedded into the back of their lips. Almost like-

"Hey, Y/n! Think we got time for one more ride if you're interested."

Your friends circle around you. When had they got off? One snaps a picture of you and the mime before you're dragged through the crowds for just one more ride. This isn't the last time you'll see that person. The invisible band around your fingers tells you as much.

The little puppet waves as you walk away.

#Yandere mime #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #tw yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere drabble #Yandere clown #yandere x darling #Ventri my oc

[blingblong55]

Take me to church- 141(missing Gaz in prt 1)

This is based on a request/personal need tbh:

NSFW, 18+, MDNI ಠ_ಠ, F!Reader, monster au, incubus au, p-in-v, CNC(ghost part),

Part 2 (König, Gaz, Graves,)

It was a known fact that there were demon like creatures roaming the Earth. Shifting into their human form and living normal lives and their true identities would be revealed, if wanted, at night. You would never expect that the task force you worked with was infested with them. You were always fascinated by them though, always researched on them. You had grown fond of one kind of creature, Incubus. You had seen the stories, the art other people did for them. And secretly you wanted incubus to find its way to you, to make you his for the night. To leave his marks on you, to please you.

One fortunate night, you roamed base. It was past the curfew your commanding officers had set. You couldn't sleep, so you tired yourself by taking a few laps around base. You, by accident had seen their true forms (individually ofc) you noticed their horns, the way their eyes would glow, how they had an evil sinister smirk on their lips. Your eyes wandered around his body. His muscles being showcased as the moon shone on them, a small piece of cloth only covering his underparts. You didn't know why, but just the sight of him turned you on. His eyes scanned the base, he must've felt someone was observing him, then his eyes met yours. You quickly turned away, hiding behind some building. You closed your eyes for a brief second, hoping he hadn't seen you. But as you opened them, he was right in front of you, he was reaching down to you, touching your chin, caressing it with his hand.

Ghost:

"oh doll...what have you done to yourself?" he smiled to himself, licking his lips as he thought of himself in you.

"Ghost?" his face slightly covered by a different kind of mask. You didn't move from his touch. You had to admit, you kinda liked it.

His mind wondering into the possibilities. He knew he could have you at any given moment.

His eyes never left yours, they appeared to be searching for...something...it was as if his own nature desired your body, soul and mind.

I must have her, he thought.

"what are you doing all alone doll..its past curfew..." he softly says, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, he leans forward, his lips close to your ear, "you know I can punish you for this." his voice so seductive, so needy.

"will you though sir?" although this is what you had wanted for years, it was still..scary. You tried to look confident under his gaze.

Fuck, did he want to devour your sweet sweet cunt.

He had been with a few women, but he always desired you, yeah..just you.

The one that made his thoughts go from dirty to unholy.

He stopped himself from exploring even more into his own desires. As you looked up at him, with those sweet innocent eyes of yours, he sent you back to your room. But before you were far, he heard you say "will I expect you tonight?". He had to admit it, tonight out of all nights he dreamed of fucking you..he would be victorious. "perhaps." and with that you went back to your room. All the walking you had done eventually grew you tired. You laid in your bed, the moonlight peaking through your blinds.

Ghost walks in, he locks the door behind him. As he approaches you, the piece of cloth he was wearing fell to the floor. His body started to crave you. He loved how you only slept in a long baggy shirt. It was the most you showed leg. Tonight he let his true nature rise, unlike other nights when he had contemplated whether or not to make you his, but eventually just walking away. He was sure he wanted to enjoy every piece of you. Although asleep, he started kisses you. His hands roaming through your body. He eventually rested his hands at your breasts. Fuck did they make him think of the many things he would do to you. His hands lifted your shirt, he looked down, they were so big, so tender. His mouth soon started to kiss them, caress them with his tongue.

By this point you were in trance, your eyes opened, your body enjoying his touch, yet you couldn't say a word. No, not under his power as an incubus. "Fuck lovie, look at how you have me?" he said under his breath, his hands cuffing your breast. "tits so good" he commented. His hands wanted more, he wanted more. As he started to move down your body, he would occasionally look up at you. His deep chuckle filling the room, as he watched how your expressions would differ based on his touches.

"like it?" but you of course didn't respond. He loved how you stayed somewhat silent under his trance. His tongue starts to lick closer to your area. Your body grew impatient. His hands pushed you into the mattress. He wanted his meal to be slow, to be memorable, not impatient or needy. His tongue eventually reached the opening of your pussy. His tongue roaming, welcoming himself in you. You were wet, leaking as he deepened himself in you. He moaned as he started to taste your juices. His eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Taste to sweet doll." He whispers. His fingers soon wanted some of the action. He kneeled in front of you as your legs were spread open for him. One finger, then two. They thrusted in you, making you squirt in the process. It drove him wild knowing he had this control over your body. Your eyes were fixed on his. You looked so fucking hot in this light and in this position. A smile drew on his lips.

When he eventually knew you were ready to take him, he fixed his composure. "ready doll? you'll be a good girl for me won't you?" his eyebrows furrowed, his voice soft, but his eyes spilled the demise he would plant on your cunt. "open wide for me doll." his hands holding onto his member. You let out a small gasp as he made way in you. He was so big and so thick. His veiny member rubbing against your walls.

He started to thrust in you.

At first it was slow and steady, he allowed your body to adjust to his size and rhythm. But fuck, the way your insides wrapped around him drove him feral. His slow thrusts turning more vile in you. Your expressions feeding into his own thoughts, god the way you looked at him as he fucked you, as he went more faster and deeper in you, it did things to him. Unholy things. He wanted to chain you up and make you his personal doll, he wanted to teach you his ways, abuse your pussy until you begged him to stop.

Your body soon reached its orgasmic moment, your back arched. His hands trailed to your back, keeping you in that position for him. He leaned in, biting and kissing your tits. "fuck doll." he said thrusting in you. He wasn't done, he was far from it. One of his hands reached back to your aching pussy, fingering you as your tears of pleasure leaked from you eyes. He looked down at it, it was dripping your own doing. He looked back at you and grinned. His hand reaching to his mouth, he leaked his fingers and then he opened your mouth, he quickly gathered some of your juices and he spit on his hand. Making a cocktail of the bodily juices. He places his hand on your mouth before spreading the dripping cocktail around your face. Slapping you as he did this.

"fuck" he groaned as his own wave of pleasure would soon arrive. His thrusts becoming sloppy, your and his liquids mixing as he pounded into you. "Fuck..fuck.." he loudly whispers. He threw his head back as he came in you. He stayed in you, leaning forward, his lips touching yours. "you have no idea the nights I have planned ahead for us doll." he crashed his lips into yours once more. "you did so great for me, like the good girl you are." he said, kissing your jaw and neck, choking you as he did this. He gave you a few more thrusts before pulling out and backing away, enjoying this view. He smiled proudly as you leaked both of your juices out. "look at that" he kneels, his mouth now back at your cunt. He starts licking, drinking some as he does this, savouring you. He reaches back to your mouth and spits in it. "swallow us both doll..I know you want to." his eyes piercing yours.

He later started to clean you up with a cloth. He left the room to grab some water for you both. You soon woke up from the trance. You looked around. Your body glistening with sweat. You smiled to yourself. He walks back into the room, smiling as he meet your eyes. "You did well doll." he praises you. He hands you the bottle of water, and watches as you drink from it. "next time I won't be so gentle." he says, you nods. "dont want you to be ghost." his lips crashing back with yours. And after a long makeup session, you two cuddle one another. His hands gently touching your skin.

Price:

wanted to do things to you. Your body drove him crazy. The way you moved, the way you talked, smiled.

he was just so close to letting his own sadistic thoughts win.

as he spotted you, he knew that maybe he had an opportunity, finally.

"r/n?" he said as he walked up to you. Hands behind his back, smiling as he got closer. "sir, I know its late...but I," his finger on your lips, "shhh,"

"I'm sorry sir."

oh the things he wanted to do to you, show you it was him who was in fact sorry, sorry that he'd leave you dripping his juices.

"if you are sorry, then I'll meet you in your room. Go on now," he said, letting you walk away.

The way your ass, curves, and mouth would all look on him after he was fucking you, now that was a sight to see.

He waited and waited. Making himself horny in the process.

He walked inside your room, you were just sitting there, reading some book. He closed the door behind him, walking up to you, licking his lips. "well hello." he didnt waist any other second. His lips on yours, he lingered inside your mouth. "taste so good love."

"oh god." you moaned out, as his hand trailed down your stomach. "god isn't pleasing you love" his hands now in you. His fingers pleasuring you, making you taste heaven each time he was rough. "I won't be kind to you tonight." he crashed his lips to you once more. It was pure then passionate. The cloth that covered him falling off in the process. He kneels down, eating you out. He moans as he tastes you. His own little piece of paradise. "oh fuck!" you gripped onto the sheets.

"thats it love, you like that?" his voice husky. He smiled as his tongue fucks you. "yes, yes yes!" you start to grow more desperate, squirming under his own tongue. Without any warning, he places your legs on his side, for support. His now throbbing member in you. He was violent with it. just like he had warned. No kinds to you. Your body had to provide its purpose, to please his every need. It burned a little as he stretched you, but fuck did it feel good.

With each thrusts he sent waves of pleasure through your body. "oh fuck fuck fuck..." you moaned and whimpered. He fingered you as he thrusted in you, making your own juices, his lube. He reached down, kissing you as your pussy ached with pleasure. You kept moaning, he spit in your mouth. "oh fuck!" his head back, his chest gleaming with sweat and you. His beard leaked you. He then looked back down, reached his hand down and grabbed onto your breasts. Holding on as he fucked himself too deep in you.

He was drunk on your body, not thinking straight anymore. He came. He unloaded himself in you. Letting you have all of him. But he wasn't done. He flipped you over. Your legs weak, and he held your back to his chest. His hand traveling down. His mouth at the back of your neck. kissing it slowly. He cupped one of your boobs, barely fitting it in his hand. He bit your shoulder.

"a true goddess to let me have you like this."

His hand flew to your mouth, covering it so you can be quiet for once. He fucked you this way. For nearly ten minutes he thrusted in you, making you cry in pleasure and pain. You're ass hitting his thighs each time. "oh yes love...just like that." he cums once more. He tossed you into a pillow, his hand pushing you into it. "don't you dare move." he slapped your ass as he fucked you. You moaned and screamed his name. His hands marking your back. The symbol of an incubus. Blood dripping from the wound. "it looks good on you, my little slut." he spits out, cumming on your back. He moans in pleasure. He kisses you, and soon he walked away, cloth in hand.

Soap:

This man fucks! Doesn't give a shit if as in incubus he must fuck women that are asleep..he'll just fuck

But oh the minute he spotted you. God it was the first time he was nervous.

Approached with caution, "I take you cant sleep"

"no." "so can I help..you know I can" he was trying so damn hard to look confident...inside he was a mess

He checked you out from head to toe. Wanting to see what your uniform hid.

you were a wreck, his eyes seduced you into trance.

You led him to your room, moving to your bed as you removed your clothes. He walks to you, cloth on the floor. He kissed your neck. Leaving wet kisses as he trailed down to your shoulder. He bit a few times, wanting to leave marks all over you. Just so other demons can see it was him you belonged to.

He couldn't wait any longer. He pushed you to the bed. "stay like that bonnie" your ass up as your head rested on your pillow. He spit on his hand, and then rubbed it on your clit. Oh the looked he had on his face. Such a whore for him. A smug look on him. "oh bonnie, the things you are." he said and with no warning or any foreplay, he was in you. Fucking your tight little cunt. You moaned loudly. Just the way he likes them.

"You like that bonnie?" he thrusted in you. Your moans and cunt almost making him cum. But he wanted more time with you. So he kneeled down and ate you out. Moaning as he licked your insides. Loving the effect he had on you.

"oh..fuck fuck soap!" you said gripping onto the sheets. With one sudden move, he turned you around. And then you noticed his nipple piercings. You're smirked. "oh bonnie, you just had to do that huh." he spit on you, lightly slapping your tits before he reached down and bite them. Licking your nipple. His eyes not leaving yours. "such big tits huh?" he said as he sucks on them. You nod. "I need words baby" he stopped. "...y-yes" you replied. He smiles and continues with his bites. His hands perked your boobs. He now had his member between them. And slowly he moved your hands to them.

So you can hold them for him. And he fucked them. Moaning and whimpering as your tits brought him great pleasure. "oh fuck bonnie" he let out, almost as a whimper. He looked back down at you, giving you light slaps and with his other hand he opened your mouth, forcing it wide open. His moved his member to your mouth. "suck it" he demanded. Your doe eyes on him, doing as he says. You placed him inside your mouth. His head rolled back in pleasure. The room filled with wet noises and him.

"oh r/n, the....things you do"

He came inside your mouth and then all over your face. He closed your mouth, "swallow" he demanded. Your innocent eyes looking at him, "swallow my cum bonnie, please" You nod, and then he kisses you. It was so sticky, the taste of him. His cum so thick and good. He tasted himself in your mouth. He moved back, getting off the bed and watched you.

"play with yourself" he said. You just nod and spit on your own fingers. His hand on his member. You fingers yourself, it was slow at first, then deep and fast. "oh fuck" you moaned. He jerked off at this view. And when he couldn't take it any longer, he moved to you, removing your hand and placing himself inside.

He thrusted in you, deep and slow. Like he enjoyed to watch you squirm and plead for mercy. And then it was fast and deeper. On your stomach, he could see himself, thrusting in you. Oh that view fucked with him and soon he filled you with him.

"oh yes pretty girl" he moaned loudly. Holding your hips as he came to his orgasm. His fingers on your aching pussy. Fingering you, enjoying how you squirted. And he kept thrusting. You soon felt a knot on your stomach. "come for me bonnie." he said, hand's on your hips, leaning his imprints on them. You soon came, hips running wild as this wave of pleasure rushed in your body.

"soap!" your hands flew to his arms, leaving your nail marks on them. Oh did he love the pain this brought. He came once more because of this. And when he stepped back as you leaked him, you kept moaning his name. "oh soap, fuck, fuck" he walked to you, your pretty face flushed and with red marks from his slaps. "oh you liked that bonnie?" he asked. Your brows furrowed, nodding a yes. "I need words bonnie, " he cupped your face and softly said, "come on pretty girl"

"I loved it," your voice shaky, feeding his ego.

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A/n: okay so I feel the need to make two parts mainly because I got too overwhelmed working on this one alone..besides..I want Gaz's to be extra long and I don't want to strain your eyes.

Anon, I hope this is enough to feed ya until the next part

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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[bongjuce]

scent

fic by bongjuce

notes from author aka me bitch<3, first time committing to finishing a fic so lets be nice🫶🏽if its bad blame it on me deliriously finishing at 3 am, not a fan of capitalization so don't expect that, also kinda long so there will be a part 2

pt 2 up now! https://www.tumblr.com/bongjuce/717138513846534144/scent-pt-2

warning⚠️sweaty smelly girls, smell kink?, scissoring??, reader kinda a perv, mentions of reader having a tummy and squishy thighs

you and abbys new apartment was conveniently placed next to a gym so abby always used this to her advantage and would go everyday and just come home straight after her workout deciding to just shower at home for convenience. she would always come back still hot and glistening from the gym a musk radiating from sweating so much and she would come in give you her cute "hi baby"and im home kiss she would give you missing you from being out all day and then go straight to the shower. but you started feeling kinda needy as this became routine for her and sure abby would always take care of you when she was fresh and clean from the shower always being good to her girl and settling the ache from being without her all day, but you couldn't help wishing she would hold off her shower just a bit, it was killing you her coming in still pumped from the gym skin glossy and glowing a pink hue on her cheeks where her freckles sit. and god when she'd come do her daily greeting wrapping you in her pine like odor mixed with her natural musk from her heavy workout, rubbing her hands up your spine and hips.it always affected you her smell sending a little shockwave and shiver down to your pussy making you a bit needy, until she'd give you another kiss a bit longer before disappearing to the shower. you were fed up, you wanted abby always but especially fresh from a workout her smell intense surrounding your senses putting you in a fog of your own desire, so today you were gonna do something about it. she came in calling for you "babyy im home" locking the door and putting her stuff down before looking around to discover you weren't in the living room like usual "y/n?" walking to your shared bedroom. the door was closed and before she could open it she heard muffled noises she was worried before hearing her name " mmh-mm abby fuck" shocked a bit she peaks a into the room, and god abby could've died and gone to heaven right there,there you where abbys pillow between your legs and still panty clothed pussy rubbing so hard on her pillow whimpering with your eyes shut in your own world but what got abby was in your hand you held one of her favorite gym tanks she wore earlier that week.. still dirty right on your face and mouth breathing in her scent moaning and grinding harder as you held it to your face. suddenly hearing the door creak your eyes pop open finding abby at the door panting a bit still red from the gym, making eye contact you groan. "a-abby uunm your home" you say no shame to even stop still riding the pillow " mhmm missed you so much abs couldn't stop thinking bout you got me so wet" abby wasted no time coming to your side "fuck my girl couldn't wait for me hmm already so worked up for me" she said caressing your slick thigh "come with me in the shower pretty baby help get you off in there yea"she said slightly leaving pecks on your neck pulling away to head to shower before you grab the bottom of her shirt "mmm no" gripping the pillow trying to hold yourself together " want you now need you now so bad please" kinda getting shy under your breath" want your smell.." kinda mumbling off not sure how she'll react.eyes widening a bit then it all clicked for abby you always kinda lingering on her when she got home from the gym wanting to be close to her before she brushed you off too shower" ahh aww my sweet girl wants me close huh masking you in my smell,uh uh so dirty baby" she says coming back whispering in your ear going back to kissing your neck,rougher than before" what do you need from me baby hm tell me"...

to be continued

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader smut #wlw fics #tlou pt 2 #abby anderson #IM GONNA POST PART 2 I SWEAR #talk to me nice #abby anderson x y/n #abby x reader #abby x you #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader

[wormbloggign]

Glenn Chambers wore plaid pants with red and green, and a pink dress shirt, His belt bore a buckle with the PRT logo on it. His hair had changed too, parted neatly into what I assumed was ‘geek chic’, and the glasses had changed as well, with thick, round frames. An ID card hung around his neck. He didn’t fit any of those particular archetypes.

i love how shit his fits are. this man CANNOT dress. let him micromanage every aspect of your persona.

“Go, and hurry,” Glenn said.  “Tell them to fix it and cast another prototype before the run starts.  These are toys, they’ll be in the hands of children and collectors both.  The people who are buying these are fans.  What’s it going to say if their most immediate association with Esoteric is the broken toy sitting on a shelf?  It’s going to convey that he’s flimsy.”

ok thats just poor organisation, you'd have the base construction and elements of the doll figured out WELL before you start working on its visage. glenn has dropped in my opinion of him

“I asked to speak to you because I wanted you to know about the damage that’s being done.” “Ah, this is about the butterflies.” “It’s about a lot more than butterflies.  It’s the whole mindset.  The attitude of the heroes.  I’d talk to Chevalier, but he’s too busy.  I’d talk to Rime, but she’s recovering from being shot three times.  You’re the only other person I’ve met so far who really seems to be in a position to know what I’m talking about.  Besides, as far as I can figure, image and PR seem to be at the heart of the problem.”

she's back to her favourite pastime. (i genuinely love everytime she does this)

“The focus isn’t on lethal or nonlethal,” Glenn said. “It’s on whether we can trust you to keep on the path you’re walking. If you start taking shortcuts now, what happens a year down the line? If we decide you can go all-out in one specific situation, does that open the door for another?”

genuinely good point, good to see glenn is trying hard to properly vett new capes

taylor goes so hard as a monster i really do love it

“Until I turn eighteen,” I said, feeling a little hollow.

that's less than a year, you can handle that.

Chevalier approached.  “You murdered two people.  Three, going by your admission while in custody.  Two PRT directors, one major hero.  When Dragon and Defiant suggested we bring you on board, we were divided.  It was Glenn who offered the compromise that we ultimately agreed to.  This compromise.” I glanced at Glenn, who shrugged. Glenn?

glenn wanted an excuse to integrate hexagon tiling into NEW PRT advertising didnt he

“That’s why you’re waiting two years?  You think that it’ll take that long to vet me, before you can give me actual responsibility?”

two years? didnt she turn 17 around the time coil did his big bombing run? did she just forget?

LETS FUCKGIN GOOOOOO

that's genuinely horrifying, thanks

Mail from all around the United states.  From strangers, from fans. Words of support.  Criticism.  Death threats.

this is functionally the first time the general public has had the chance to communicate directly to her. yeah i expected as much

hes bumbling 🥺🥺🥺

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! what the fuck???

aishas doing great actually

lisa is lisa-ing

Atlas died.  I wanted to let you know.  Tattletale had him, but he wouldn’t eat or move.  We asked for him, and we found a place for him.  The guys say they think they know a good way to make a mold.  They’re covering him in brass. A way of saying you’re still with us.  Take care of yourself. -Char

MY BOY ;-;

silly goofy, rachels going through it.

overall, taylors polycule miss her and the others have their own thing

Withdrawing a notepad, I started sketching out the designs I was thinking of. Alterations to the costume, weapon ideas, tools and concepts.

!!!! !!!!

The costume Defiant and Dragon had given me was theirs, not mine.  The fighting style that had been dictated was Glenn’s and Chevalier’s. This, this would be me.

im gonna have to draw her new costume too when it get out arent i.

(we are pretending like im not incredibly excited about this development)

#liveblogging worm #Drone 23.3

[kickinganddriving]

PLEASE A PRT 2 https://at.tumblr.com/dinonuggiesforliferz/somebody-else/hqhov7fgc4iu

Somebody Else pt. 2

Notes: Your wish is my command 🤠, this ain't a song fic, its a regular fic, also i don’t write smut, but if anyone wants to wrote the smut scene for this go for it!

Parings: Christian Pulisic x Fem reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing

Word count: 1k

Pt. 1

"Oh shit"

"I forgot he was coming over" You say in a panicked state.

"Who is coming over?" Christian says confused as ever.

"Sam"

"Fucking Sam" You both hear another knock at the door.

"Hey honey, let me in before the pizza gets cold"

"Shit, Christian, hide somewhere I have to go get the door" You say scrambling, trying to make sure that there is no evidence of Christian being here. You run up to the door and open it, faking a smile as you greet Sam.

"Hi Sam"

"Hey, where do you want me the put the pizza" He says as he greets you with a peck on the cheek

"On the counter is fine" He walks over and places the cardboard box on the counter before he looks down and notices a large grease stain on his shirt.

"Hey, I'm going to go and grab one of my extra shirts from your closet." Suddenly your brain goes into panic mode, you have no idea where Christian is hiding in your room, for all we know he could be in said closet.

"It's fine I can grab you one" You blurb out in hopes of trying to save yourself and Christian.

"No it's fine, you settle down and put on the movie"  At this point he is already in your room and is walking to your closet, you run behind him and as he opens the door you hear.

"Hey jellybean, you have a very nice dress collection" Christian says in hopes of saving himself. Sam turns around to face you as Christian mouths an "I'm Sorry". All the shit has definitely hit the ceiling fan.

“Can you explain why there is a drenched soccer player in your closet?” Sam confusingly says.

“I think i’m going to head out” Christian awkwardly announces trying to give you and Sam some privacy.

“Ok” you whisper.

“I’ll come back later” Christian whispers in your ear as he passes by you.

When you hear the door close, you expect Sam to blow up at you, but instead you were met with uncomfortable silence. “It’s not what you think it is,” you squeak.

“Really it isn’t?” He scoffs.

“Me and Christian used to date, but we broke up around a year ago, well, he broke up with me so I could move back to the U.S, and I guess we both never got to get over each other. So when I saw him the other night something happened.”

“So you’re not over your ex, is that what this is. You were just half-heartedly leading me on”

“I’m sorry” You whisper.

“Sorry’s not enough, but go to him if you want because we are over.” Sam turned around to grab his extra clothes from your closet, and went to grab his coat as he stormed out of your apartment. There wasn’t even any time for you to say anything. All you could do was sit on the floor of your kitchen in silence, that was until you heard the doorbell ring again. 

“It’s open” you dreadfully say.

“You know you should really keep your doors locked, I could have been a murderer” you hear as you see a familiar face walking through the door.

“I wouldn’t mind being murdered right now” you glumly say.

“I surely would mind” Chris says while acting offended.

“Can you get me the blanket that's on the sofa” you request.

“Sitting on the kitchen floor with a blanket? Well I haven’t seen that in 3 years, and I take it the break up didn’t go as planned?” He says as he picks up the blanket and brings it over to you.

“It didn’t” you muffle into the blanket as he drops it on you and joins you on the floor.

“Well at least you’ll never see him again”

“We work in the same building” You muffle again, but this time in his shoulder.

“Well that's rough, can I kiss you again?”

“What?” you say in confusion.

“Oh, i'm sorry I shouldn’t have asked this soon.” He says shamefully.

“No, you idiot, you should have just kissed me.” Once it registers in his head, Christian immediately pulls you on his lap and his lips meet yours. You stay in this position, your body moving perfectly with his. Until, he pulls away and is met with your angry face.

“Jellybean, it’s been a year since we fucked, and we aren’t doing it on the kitchen floor” he says as you rool off of him with a moan. He pulls you to stand up, after you are up he immediately lifts you up and princess carries you to your room.

“Im going to fuck you properly until you can’t walk, ok?” He says proudly as you reach the door frame of your room.

“Sign me the fuck up”

.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

It was the next morning, and you woke up in a way that felt so familiar, your head way lying on his chest, as you could hear his heartbeat, a sound that you have memorized. You felt a little squeeze as Christian nuzzled his nose in your hair. You made sure not to say a word or move an inch, not wanting to wake him up. You hear him yawn so you move your head up to look at him.

“Good Morning Jellybean” Christian sleepily says.

“Good Morning Chris” You respond

“I missed waking up like this," he says while leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“You most certainly did not miss this morning's breath, I need to go brush.” You say trying to roll off the bed, but then you realized you were completely naked. “Babe, are my clothes on your side?”

“Yep.” He says as he looks over the edge of the bed. You roll over Christian to grab your clothes but you're met with an unexpected guest. “I guess my friend also missed you”

“Even though I just saw him?”

“He needs to make up for time lost” Christian says, pulling you up to give you a kiss.

“I missed you”

-xoxo Gossip Girl

#christian pulisic #i miss him #christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic x reader

[enbyleighlines]

Leigh plays Tellius prt 8

It's time to get everybody's favorite racist uncle Shinon back on our side! I only had to restart this map once, and it was because I forgot to bring Volke to open the chests. Otherwise, it was pretty smooth sailing.

Never change, Ike.

There he is... I honestly have such conflicted feelings about Shinon. He's one of those characters that I hate as a person, but at the same time, I appreciate him as a character. He adds a very important element to the Greil Mercs, in that he creates conflict, because he's an instigator by nature, like in the beginning when his values conflict with Titania's. Plus, the Greil Mercs call themselves a family, and you can't have a family without at least one racist asshole, right?

And okay, yes, his relationship with Rolf is cute. Apparently his support conversations with Janaff are really interesting, but I've never read them. Maybe I should do that sometime.

I don't plan on using Shinon in PoR, though. Rolf has exceeded my expectations, so he's going to remain my one and only archer. I'll probably use Shinon in RD, though, at least in part 3. I doubt I'll be bringing him to endgame, but we'll see.

Shinon said "give it your best shot" and Ike said "okay" and killed him with a critical hit on the first try.

I love this little contest these two set up, and I also love how we never hear about the conclusion, because we all know who came out on top in that 1v1 fight. And I just love Ike's growing confidence!! He's really growing into his role. This interaction is such a contrast from that battle in chapter 4.

Ahhh!! The confrontation between Soren and Nasir!!! This scene always hurts me to read.

I know that Nasir apologizes to Ike, but I believe he also owes Soren an apology for this. Threatening to out Soren if Soren doesn't agree to look the other way? That's so cruel. Nasir, I love you, but wtf.

Fuck, I always forget how dumb Homasa looks. At first glance, it looks like he has short hair, but no, his hair is actually long in the back. Like, what is that supposed to be? A mullet? Why doesn't the hair from the top flow into the hair that goes down his neck? Why does it look like he has two separate hairstyles going on at the same time? The game wants me to be intimidated by this high-crit rate swordmaster, but then they make him look like this.

Jill and Mist's A support! I know I said I wanted the Mist and Boyd A support, and I am going to do that in RD, but I decided to go with this support in PoR. Why did I make this choice? I guess I was paranoid about Jill deserting, even though I know she doesn't unless you have her talk to her father.

Anyway, I know Mist is saying this because of her own issues regarding her recently deceased father, but man. Knowing what I know about Ashnard, this line hits different.

Why are mandolin and manicotti the two first words that come to Ike's mind? I had to google what manicotti was. Apparently it's a type of Italian pasta.

Reading this conversation, I was struck by how closely the laguz's approach to leadership aligns with Ashnard's whole philosophy about strength determining a person's worth. I wonder if this inspired or at least influenced Ashnard's worldview at some point? Perhaps it was something that he discussed with Almedha, back before their friends with benefits situationship turned sour.

The major difference, I think, is that laguz society don't expect obedience from its people. If they think the leader is worthy, then they will follow. Or so Ulki seems to imply. I wonder what happens when an unfavorable leader becomes king?

Hmmm... much to think about.

Anyway, that is part 8 over and done with. Next, I need to get the knight ring from Naesala.

#leigh plays tellius #fire emblem path of radiance #path of radiance #fe9 #tellius

[angelsanarchy]

Alone Together - Eddie/OC One-Shot Series PRT 15

Prt 1 - Prt 2 - Prt 3 - Prt 4 - Prt 5 - Prt 6 - Prt 7 - Prt 8 - Prt 9 - Prt 10 - Prt 11 - Prt 12 - Prt 13 - Prt 14

taglist:

@thetenthdoctorscompanion @siriuslymooned @samwilsonnsnns

"If we divide and conquer, we can get in and out without having to deal with Harrington." Eddie pulled into the Family Video parking lot and parked.

"Just try and play nice. He's not that bad." Eddie rolled his head towards me and made a face.

I started frequenting the Family Video last year when I got sick and ended up spending entirely too much time at home watching movies. Robin always slipped me free candy when she started working there. It still blew my mind that Steve Harrington was her best friend but every time I walked in, she would light up and Steve would give me a head nod acknowledging my existence. However, this would be the first time I'd taken Eddie with me to shop for movies. Dustin had made it very clear that there was an unknown angst between Eddie and Steve but there was no actually history there.

I watched Robin's eyes go wide as we approached the door and I waved. I watched Steve immediately walk away and pick up the phone to avoid any exchanges with Eddie.

"Welcome to Family Video! How may I assist you with your movie watching experience?" Robin smiled widely.

"Horror section." Eddie said simply. Robin pointed to the right and Eddie took off.

"You finally got him to come in with you?" Robin laughed.

"We're doing a scary movie marathon and he was afraid I would get the wrong movies so he has left the cave." I leaned against the counter while he roamed the horror section.

"Well I pulled the three you asked for aside." Robin put three VHS' on the counter in front of me and I smiled.

"Poltergist, American Werewolf in London and Friday the 13th…not your usual genre but I suppose its in season and very on brand for a movie marathon with Eddie Munson." Robin joked.

"The first two are my picks for me, the last is for him. Anything with an abundance of tits makes him blush." I explained making Steve hang up abruptly.

"I'm sorry did someone say an abundance of tits?" He slid across the counter with his elbows and I rolled my eyes.

"Dani likes to make Eddie blush with scream queen boobies." Robin explained.

"Why doesn't it surprise me that Munson gets off on horror movies." Steve looked over at him and Robin hit his chest.

"You aren't allowed to judge the customers." Robin reminded him.

"Don't be jealous Steve. Just because Eddie's making out more than you-"

"What!?" Robin shouted making Eddie glance over at us.

"Hold the phone- I thought you and Eddie were just friends? Who is he making out with?" Steve looked confused.

"We are just friends…friends who make-out when the moment hits. You've never made out with a friend before?" I asked making him and Robin look at each-other.

"Friends don't make-out. I have never had the urge to make-out with Steve's face and a lot of people have." Robin pointed at Steve.

"So you're friends with benefits?" Steve tried to clarify.

"We aren't labeling anything. We're friends who hang out, listen to music and watch scary movies together and yes if we're feeling a certain way in the moment, we'll make-out for a bit. It's not really a big deal." Steve laughed at my answer and I felt a little offended.

"Why is that funny?" I asked.

"Well I hate to break it to you Murillo but usually when guys don't want to label things, it's because they aren't really interested in anything more than physical." Steve explained further.

"If anyone knows shallow guys, it's Steve." Robin crossed her arms over her chest.

"Hey! I'm a changed man now!" Steve defended.

"Maybe you should firm that up with Eddie? I mean just so no ones feelings get hurt." Robin suggested.

"I feel like talking about it might actually complicate it more. We're fine with the arrangement we have now. I don't expect anything from him and he doesn't expect anything from." Steve put his hands up walking away from the two of us and Robin slid my favorite candy on top of my tapes.

"How have you been feeling?" Robin eyed me and I gave a weak smile.

"Alright I guess. Right now I just feel anxious but I blame Steve for that." I teased just as Eddie dropped his tapes on the counter next to me.

"Whatever it is, I too blame Harrington." Eddie forced a smile to Robin and looked over at me.

"Oh candy." I smacked his hand off of my candy and he forced a hurt look.

"You know the rules. Only 3 videos at a time." Steve spoke up from the computer and Robin huffed.

"Looks like Eddie needs an account to check out his own movies. You can set that up, can't you Steve?" Robin pressed making both boys physically sigh.

"I'd rather shave my head and eat the hair." Steve smirked and Eddie pulled his wallet out of his pocket holding up a Family Video card.

"As much as I'd love to see that, we've got places to be." Robin took Eddie's card and laughed.

"Edward? So official." Robin joked.

"Well Eddie isn't short for Edwardo, Buckley." Eddie gave her a playful smile as Steve scoffed at the register next to her.

"Don't worry Harrington, you can call me whatever you want big boy." Eddie teased as Steve shoved the movies in a bag and shoved them at Eddie. Eddie chuckled before putting his hand on my back to lead me towards the door. I felt Steve and Robin watching us as we got in the van and she gave a wave from inside. I truly wondered what they were saying about us to one another now that we weren't in their presence.

"I'm not going to have to fight for your attention now that you've been in the presence of the king, am I?" Eddie asked putting the van in reverse.

"Trust me, Steve Harrington doesn't hold a candle to Edward Munson." I grabbed his chin and shook it sweetly making him purse his lips into a kiss.

"Aw, I think you might need glasses sweetheart." Eddie tucked my hair behind my ear and I let go of his chin to hit him in his chest.

"What movie did you pick?" I snatched up the bag he had dropped between my knees and looked through it.

"Evil Dead, Nightmare on Elm Street and...The Shinning?" His first two picks were expected but he hated The Shinning. I had read the synopsis and he said it sounded like a snooze fest.

"That one is for you. I will only watch it if you promise to give me one of those head massages." Eddie clarified. I gave him a smile and closed the bag up.

"I can do that." I considered what Steve and Robin said but bringing up labels with Eddie was sure to make things awkward. This was our normal and I didn't want to lose it.

#alone together #Dani x Eddie #Eddie Munson #One Shots #Stranger Things #Stranger Things FF #Dani Murillo

[pattywagon2go]

Transit Talk Thursday

Transit Talk Thursday: This week I want to talk about the Jacksonville Skyway, as I was talking about the failure of the Jacksonville Skyway to someone I know who lives in the area a few days ago, and it got me thinking about the subject in general. I've had a bit of a chip on my shoulder in regards to people movers and PRT systems, but I've never really understood why until I began looking a bit into the Jacksonville Skyway inevitably shuttering its doors. I think it's a good example of what not to do in regards to building a strong rail-based transit system in a city, hence why this week's post will be dissecting it.

For the uninitiated, the Jacksonville Skyway was this weird people mover that operates in the city of Jacksonville, Florida, here in the United States. It was opened in 1989 to address issues regarding traffic and congestion in Jacksonville, using fully automated trains that run on an elevated monorail track. Jacksonville initially expected it to get about 100,000 monthly riders, unfortunately, it did not get nearly that amount, and many in and out of Jacksonville wrote it off as a joke of a system. Nowadays, the system is free to ride, but Jacksonville is trying to get rid of it in favor of pod cars instead, which will inevitably be even worse than this. Hey, maybe I could rip into it in a future post. Who knows.

Okay, so now that we know what the Skyway is, what are the problems with it?

Let's start off with the most obvious, being the fact that it's a monorail. I'm not going to get into every single detail as to why monorails suck for public transit as Train of Thought has already made an excellent video on it here but the key point I want to focus on is the cars themselves. The Skyway trains have a very low capacity relative to regular trainsets, so the amount of people that can get use out of this relative to a regular rapid rail line is going to be substantially less.

But wait, it gets worse.

With most regular train lines, you are usually able to couple more trainsets together to increase capacity when needed. While the Skyway sets can do this, their low individual capacity means a traditional trainset will always outpace it for capacity. Either way you chop it, the Skyway was never going to get more riders than a regular rapid rail line, let alone 100,000 monthly riders. It was never going to happen as a result of its fundamental design.

These last two issues I don't have as much to talk about, as the Skyway isn't as bad here, but they are still worth mentioning.

The next issue the Skyway suffers from is a lackluster schedule. Schedules are the lifeblood of good transit, as good schedules make sure people can actually use said transit. The Skyway schedule is flawed, to say the least. The Skyway will only run between 6 A.M. to 9 P.M., and on weekdays only. On-peak is defined as between 6-9 A.M. and 4-7 P.M., with trains arriving 4 minutes. For off-peak, this is every 8 minutes. This is okay for the most parts, but what sours things is no late night service and, especially, no service on weekends. Good transit should be able to serve people at nearly anytime, not just 9-5 commuters on weekdays. I don't expect transit to run 24/7 nonstop, as that's incredibly unrealistic, but transit shouldn't be delegated as something you only use when going to work. It should be an option 99% of the time when you have to travel somewhere within a city.

The last issue is the Skyway really deserves better land use. This is moreso an issue with United States cities in general, but in regards to transit it's much more important. The main thing that transit is intended to do is to bring people to places worth going to, be it their homes, work, a place to relax, a place to shop, etc. This is all thrown out the window if transit is subservient to the automobile, in which the only thing that it will bring people to is cars in a parking lot. This is fine if you do own a car at said station, but if you don't, then what's the point? For this, the Skyway is alright as it is somewhat connected to other services and some businesses, but it still suffers from having way too much parking at stations.

(Pic from Google Earth, look at all of that parking. Seriously?!)

And unfortunately, even if you were to theoretically fix all three of these issues, congratulations! You just invented a regular rapid transit line! What even was the point of that monorail?

So, conclusion time?

If there's anything to learn from the Jacksonville Skyway, it's that, unfortunately, not all transit is created equal. From it's inception, the Skyway was screwed due to its nonstandard design in regards to its rolling stock, and no amount of good schedules nor transit oriented development (not that the Skyway got either) was going to save it. If any cities are going to want to improve themselves via rail-based transit, they would be wise to take a lesson from the Jacksonville Skyway and learn that transit existing by itself isn't enough. It needs to be the right transit for a city and it needs the city's love and care to truly flourish and benefit the people.

#transit talk thursday

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

You and me made three prt 7

*** You and me made 3. Prt 7

Premise: Lance accidentally winds up pregnant and begins to reevaluate his relationship with his long term boyfriend

Scene: Lance works splitting his time between teaching on Altea and back on Earth his family. Keith works on both diplomatic and sneaky sneaky missions for Diabazaal and the Blades of Mamora. Things used to be good, but Keith’s been pulling away for months and Lance does the dumb panic. Set 5 years after season ewght. Supportive Shiro because I’ve been writing too much negative Shiro… and Curtis is a big arse nerd boy.

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Waking up to Keith sleeping next to him, Lance had a hard time believing he was really there. Taking in Keith’s sleeping features, he’d finally told his boyfriend he was pregnant. He’d told Keith and Keith had been too shocked to give him anything real about his feelings on the matter.

Lance got it. Keith needed time to get his head around it. He loved Keith, and he knew this seriously put complications on their relationship. He liked teaching, Diabazaal needed Keith, and his Mami would probably see this as a reason to move back to Earth. Sliding out of bed carefully, Lance headed to the bathroom. He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept, only that he needed to call the kids from his class… despite the timing being really goddamn quiznak.

Forcing himself through the motions of showering, brushing his teeth, fighting with his hair, then sticking on some concealer so the kids wouldn’t be able to tell how he felt, Lance left a note for Keith telling he’d be on the main village terrace next to the water fountain and shouldn’t be longer than hour, maybe two if the kids had a bunch of questions, and that if he wasn’t up for dealing with the kids that he understood.

Lance was just about to head out the front door when Keith’s voice stopped him

“Lance? What are you doing?”

He’d thought he’d left Keith dead to the world, yet apparently he hadn’t. Leaving earlier than planned meant time to replay the conversation they’d had mentally, and figure out what came next for them

“I’m heading to the main square. I’ve got to call the kids”

“Hang on, I’ll come with you”

“It’s okay, you get some more sleep. I know how hard it is trekking up here”

“Lance, I’m coming with you”

That settled it then. The look on Keith’s face said it was final… and something about Keith being so bossy let hope begin to bloom that maybe they wouldn’t break up over this after all.

Holding Keith’s hand, Lance had felt Keith’s fingers brush his, as if asking silently for permission, so he’d reached out and Keith hadn’t let go as they walked the short distance back to the main square of the village. Not really sure what to do as he didn’t usually have someone by his side unless he’d made a new friend before calling the kids, Lance led Keith over to the fountain. Local kids used it as a wishing fountain, but Lance was more drawn to its basic and practical style than the hopes of wishes coming true

“Why did you come here? I mean, I saw your map and I’m sure we didn’t come here before”

Lance couldn’t help but snort. He was purely there because of the kids

“Nope. As a kid, did you ever do that thing where you spin the globe and where your finger landed is where you were went?”

“Can’t say I did. I’m guessing you did?”

“It’s easier to dream of all the places you’d go as a kid. I had the kids do the same and this was where it landed. Only, they used a projection of Earth and a laser pointer. We opted for the first place that wasn’t in the ocean”

Hearing Keith laugh at the explanation, Lance stole a glance at him. He’d missed Keith laughing at the dumb stories that came with teaching

“That’s not what I expected”

“I’m sorry I don’t have some really cool explanation. Things have been… rough, but they’ve really been into it. Some days they were the only reason I got up at all. Wanna make a wish while we’re this close?”

“Nah. I don’t know what to wish for… Can I ask you something?”

That hope that had been forming dropped, almost choking him with sudden panic

“Uh, sure?”

“We’re still dating right? We both said we didn’t want to break up and I don’t…”

“You want to still date me? After what I put you through?”

“Yeah… I love you. I’m not sure about twins… honestly, how I didn’t come home to find you in the foetal position is beyond me. But I want to work it out with you”

“I want to work things out with you, too. I just don’t know what to say”

“You think I do? I’m not blaming you. Neither of us knew this could ever happen. And it’s like you said, I was happy with you and Kosmo. I don’t know how to be a father… and it… it scares me”

Placing his hand on his stomach, Keith didn’t know he was still scared about how much he’d seemed to have grown so soon in his pregnancy. The only experience he had was with Louis and Lisa and she hadn’t shown until she was in her fourth month with all three pregnancies

“I’m scared too. None of what I wanted to happen did. I’ve been agonising over how to propose and… if I could have proposed to you, I would have. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I was feeling”

“I’m sorry I didn’t pick up on it. And I’m sorry you couldn’t tell me”

“To be fair, you’ve been so good about the kids and coming to see me teach. I think neither of us wanted to put pressure on the other seeing we both have such active lives”

“We suck”

Snorting with laughter, Lance pulled Keith closer to him. He’d missed Keith too damn much, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek when he was close enough

“We do. You do such a hard job and then there’s always something coming up. I guess I really was jealous because that’s a world I’m not part of. I’m not blaming you. I could have spoken up…”

“How long have you been feeling like this?”

“A little while. It felt like every time we were kid free and alone, then somehow they knew then was the time to call or message. I felt like… like maybe I was too boring… I mean, everyone else is doing amazing things and I’m just teaching”

“You’re not just teaching. Altea and Diabazaal were both lost for so long. So much has happened. For 10,000 years those kids lives were blinked out of existence. And being there… it was something you chose for you. You deserved to do what you wanted to do”

“I don’t know. I feel pretty selfish. Do you want to sit?”

Keith took the invitation, holding Lance’s hand until he sat next to him on the ledge of the fountain

“You did a lot for us all when we were Paladins. Then Allura died. And I wasn’t much better when I came back from the Blades. But even when we were jackarses, you still tried your hardest”

“This coming from the guy who would have thrown himself into a volcano to save any of us. Don’t think I don’t still get mad when Matt reminds me of Naxela”

“I didn’t think we had another option. More correctly, I wasn’t thinking. Lance, what if I fuck this all up? With you? With the… the twins. I didn’t even realise you were telling me there were two. Shiro told me and I felt so stupid”

“You’re not stupid. I feel… stupid. I thought I was a normal Earth guy. You know. Dick, balls, no ovaries. Then there were these two inside of me. Figuring shit out might have actually been easier if you had cheated on me”

Keith was quick to grump at him for trying to put a a little bit of humour into his tone with the cheating part. His insecurities told him Keith would find someone better, and the rational part told him that was him betraying Keith by worrying like that

“I wouldn’t do that. You know I’d never do that. I don’t know what we do now. I don’t know where we’re going to live, or raise them, and we’ve barely tried living together if you don’t count living on the castle. I’m scared that this isn’t safe”

Keith had to be in shock still if he thought Lance hadn’t spent weeks driving himself insane with the same quiznakking questions

“Babe, I’ve spent weeks thinking the same thing. I felt in limbo because I didn’t want to make these decisions alone. I’m not expecting you to suddenly have all the answers, especially not when it took me days to get over the shock enough to think about anything else. I just knew… when I saw you, all I could think about was how much I wanted to marry you, but… yeah…”

“Honestly I think I would have been more upset if you’d skipped to proposing before telling me. But it’s not because you don’t want to marry me, it’s because you respect me”

Lance wiped at his eyes. He couldn’t blame his tears on hormones when he’d always been quick to cry. Instead it felt like they might be okay and he wanted to cry on relief

“Yeah. Quiznak, you have no idea how relieved I’m feeling now…”

“Relieved enough to let me take you to Altea at the end of the week? I want to know you’re okay”

“I’m okay. I use the hand scanner… Oh, boy. This is probably going to sound dumb, but I’m as scared of telling everyone we care about as I was about telling you. Actually, no. Because you know this isn’t a joke”

“Babe, we have to tell them eventually, and I’m only suggesting we start with Coran. Maybe he can give us answers?”

“Yeah… but… I ran off. What does that say about me when Coran’s given me so much love and support?”

“It says you acted out because you were scared. But I’m here now… I’ll stab anyone you need me to”

Keith stabbing Coran was just too comical. He couldn’t even picture it because it was something that’d never happen

“Maybe… I want this to be our week now you’re back… Can we just focus on us first?”

“As long as you get that I’m going to worry”

Taking Keith’s hand in his, Lance squeezed it firmly

“Mullet, you always worry. I’m okay. I’m sick of throwing up, but I don’t know… I’m not dying and… I don’t know. I don’t know if I should be excited or not because I want you to really think about what you want and if we’re ready, without me influencing your decision. I mean, come on, Hunk and Shay were more likely to get this point before we ever did”

Keith sighed, bringing Lance’s hand up to kiss the back as he did. Hunk and Shay were like a fairytale couple to look up to, but he’d been prouder of dating Keith. He’d really loved their relationship. He’d loved being Keith’s boyfriend… and he’d truly felt he could confine in before his insecurities started playing up again. He should have just ignored the voice in his head and spoken up from the beginning. Lowering his hand, his boyfriend leaned into him

“That’s true. Or Shiro and Curtis”

“Mhmm. Shiro wants to adopt. He and Curtis have been really looking into it. I think they’re going to be amazing parents. I threw up on Shiro and fainted, and he was totally cool with it”

“And that makes a good parent?”

Keith sounded so lost. Then again, what his boyfriend had gone through when he lost his father had to coming back to him hard

“Kids want all the coolest things and to be liked by their friends, but what they need is love. Honestly, like super honestly, the idea of a mini you… I feel all teary thinking about how cute they’d be”

“They could both look like you”

“Why would you say that? You’re the hot one”

“Not even. Maybe a mini Lance wouldn’t be too bad”

“Or a Lancella, if she’s a girl. Oh my god, babe. You might be the father but I’m the one who’s going to be holding the gun when they bring their first partner home”

“I knew a few places near Diabazaal where they’d never find the body”

Laughing at his boyfriend, their poor teenage children were in for a rough time

“Look at you, already disliking the children’s future partners. You don’t have to say you don’t want me to abort. Like I said, I want you think about this”

“I will. Once the shock wears off. Aren’t you going to call the kids?”

“I am, but talking things out with you is my priority. I’m already their favourite teacher”

“Someone’s gotten cocky”

“Actually, you were supposed to tell me I’m your favourite boyfriend, but sure, why not? The kids love me. They’re going to lose their shit that you’re here”

“I don’t know why”

“Because we all love you, obviously. Sometimes I think that mullet blocks out too much”

Keith huffed. Despite being loved Lance knew Keith still struggled sometimes accepting people saying out loud, deflecting with a pout in his tone

“It’s not a mullet”

“Babe, face it, you’re always going to be called “mullet”, with love. You only have to worry when I stop”

“Yeah, yeah, now call the kids. Then we can get something to eat”

Lance’s stomach rolled at the thought of food. He’d been living on crackers around one overly large salad a day and the multivitamins Curtis insisted he take for the good of his two growths

“Ugh. Don’t mention food. We’re not talking at the moment”

“You have to eat”

“And I will, now no pouting at the camera. And not letting us get stuck talking to Coran at the end… This week is just about us”

“Yes, boss”

*

While Lance was talking to the kids, and he was dodging the million questions they kept directing his way, Keith was falling more in love with Lance. His boyfriend made such a good teacher, taking time to research the island despite all that was happening. Following Lance around made him even more sure that he should be lessening his duties back on Diabazaal so Lance could keep teaching. He had such a gift for it. He cared about each student, even handling questions from their parents like it was no big deal.

Sighing off from both of them, Lance let out a yawn before he flashed Keith a sleepy smile

“I hope that wasn’t too boring”

“Not really. It was kind of cool. You were kind of cool”

“Awww, shucks. The kids make it easy… that and Earth is still so shiny and new that they’re really interested in the things we take for granted. You should have seen their faces the first time they saw rain that wasn’t hunks of burning rock falling from the sky”

“You went out in the rain?”

Sounding a tad too accusing, Lance snorted as he shook his head

“No. I wanted to. But we got rained out in Paris and I wanted them to see the differences for themselves. Anyway, I’m sure the wonder will wear off eventually”

“I don’t know. You’re really good at this teaching thing”

Lance shrugged it off, but Keith could see him blushing despite the redness of the sunset

“They tell me I am. I’ve got some food at the villa or we can find a cafe”

“I feel mean making you cook”

“It’s fine. We both know I’m pretty good at that too. I mean, you’re the one who lived out of cans in the shack, I’ve got years of retraining to do”

“Don’t blame me. It was quick and easier than wasting time deciding what to make”

“I’m not judging. But yeah, I’m going to miss the kids”

“Why?”

Keith was genuinely confused. Provided Coran could reassure them that Lance would be okay, he didn’t see why his boyfriend would stop teaching

“Well, if we decide to keep the twins, I’ll have to cut back my hours. Plus, there’s something more important to me that I’d like to prioritise”

“Raising them?”

“Working out our relationship. I love teaching, but I love you more”

Keith felt himself blush. Sometimes he didn’t know how he’d gotten so damn lucky. Even if it took work, he didn’t regret being Lance’s boyfriend

“I love you, too. I meant it, babe. You’re really good teacher. I’m exhausted and I barely contributed”

“I noticed… I’m lucky they’re a great group of kids”

“I’m pretty sure they’re the lucky ones”

“Maybe it’s because I didn’t have formal training, but listening to what you went through… And what I went through trying to grasp English. I wanted them to feel like they were safe to ask me almost anything, and work with them when they didn’t get something instead of being angry that they learn differently”

“Would you consider teaching on Earth?”

“Maybe. Okay, that’s more than enough about me. Let’s get you fed. I think I’ve got enough to make your favourite”

Taking their time walking back to the villa, Lance was as popular as Keith expected him to be. Given his facial markings, a lot of people seemed to think he was Altean, or that’s what Keith got from their constant chattering. With a basket of local produce forced upon them, Lance let out another yawn once they were safely inside the villa with the front door locked. His boyfriend waving him off to go to the bathroom, as Keith eyed the fresh vegetables. He was half tempted to walk back to the fountain and wish for the ability to cook. Lance had been teaching him, so had Curtis who was far better in the kitchen than Shiro was. That wasn’t to say his brother couldn’t cook, but he did seem to have the natural ability to burn water.

Shuffling back in, Lance had changed into his pyjamas. One of Keith’s shirts and a pair of sweats that’d started their life as black and had an unfortunate accident of him bleaching them trying to do his own washing when he’d been staying at Lance’s family farm

“I don’t know they did to you, but I’ll let you stab them if you really want”

Realising Lance meant the vegetables, Keith rolled his eyes

“It’s not that bad. I mean, I don’t stab everything”

“Not anymore. I’m not feeling like spicy, so I’m thinking cheats lasagne with salad”

“Do we have to have salad?”

Laughing at his valid complaint, Lance came up to loop his arms around him

“Trust me, I’m sick of salad too, but I’ve been trying to eat better even when I’m not feeling it. Besides, it’d be meat and potatoes for every meal if I didn’t keep an eye on you”

“You can’t really go wrong with potatoes”

“Mmm, that’s true. We’ll do potatoes tomorrow. I want to hike down to the beach and make the most of it”

That sounded like hell. It wasn’t his fault his skin seemed to look at the sun and burst out in sunburn

“Will you be okay? That mountain is no joke”

“It’s fine. Exercise is good for pregnancy. With how Curtis and Shiro have been acting, you’d think they’d never met anyone pregnant before. Curtis was researching it all before I even felt up to talking about it again, and Shiro… ugh. I mean, it’s creepy how okay they were with it. Like, I told them I’m not and they were all like here “look at this” or “did you know such and such?”. Curtis has me forcing down vitamins, and Shiro’s been all about talking about everything. Now I sound like an unappreciative arsehole”

“You weren’t ready”

“Nope. Not in the slightest. I did however consider flying my pod into the nearest mountain more than once. Shiro didn’t find it funny. He wanted to come on my first trip to make sure I didn’t, but the kids helped. Wanna help me in the kitchen, or do you wanna rest? You’ve had a huge day”

They’d both had a huge day. Breaking up. Not breaking up. Twins. A boat ride he wasn’t keen on repeating

“I’ll slice and dice. I should be cooking for you”

“Nah, I like it better when you help me. Well, most of the time I like it better when you help me”

“I’m still pleading innocent to that time we nearly set Shiro’s kitchen on fire”

“Because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself”

“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who was bent over the kitchen bench”

“Like you didn’t start it. You even prepped yourself in the shower before coming to the kitchen. I think you planned being taken advantage of all along”

“Maybe. If you keep this up, I’m going to be up and then what are we going to do?”

“Then you’re going to have to take matters into your own hands. I’m too tired and too… ugh, whatever I am, to be bouncing on your dick or have you riding mine”

“Babe, I’m joking. I’m not about to jump you”

“You could at least pretend I have some jumpability left”

Turning in his arms, Keith peppered small kisses against Lance’s lips

“Lance, I promise you do. You are very jumpable, very very jumpable, but I’m starving and you not eating isn’t good for you or the twins”

“Is this how it’s going to be now?”

“What?”

“This whole pregnancy thing against me? Do this because of the twins, don’t do that because of the twins”

“No. I don’t know. I’m trying to say it out loud so I get used to it”

Keith really didn’t need to be saying it out loud… It felt strange that he was the only one who truly seemed slightly grossed out and creeped out by his body not doing what it was meant to. Yes, space had been all kinds of strange, but this had to be the strangest thing he’d ever encountered

“Okay. I guess we better start dinner?”

“Sounds good to me”

Dinner was the best he’d had in weeks. Lance making sure to eat more than normal for the sake of Keith, while distracting him into giving him the full low down of everything going on with Diabazaal. All of it made him even prouder of his boyfriend. Keith would always have issues with people, his words not Lance’s, but his boyfriend didn’t seem to have realised just how many people he interacted with daily or how much he’d grown. It’d taken Lance a long time to accept Allura’s leaving him, and looking back he knew he was a semi-rebound from Lotor, yet he didn’t regret the time that they did have. All of it, even the bad bits, had lead to Keith, and Keith was someone he’d never ever regret.

Doing the dishes together, Lance couldn’t stop from looking at Keith every few seconds. Heartbroken him from the afternoon wouldn’t have thought they’d be so civil and still talking that same day. He had both rings he’d bought on a chain around his neck. He didn’t trust Keith not to open the ring box, pretty much because if he’d been in Keith’s situation he would have. Never in his time wearing it had it felt so heavy. Now Keith knew all about him wanting to propose, he really really wanted to do it right

“Lance?”

Caught staring, Lance stole a quick kiss

“What’s up?”

Wish his hands in the soapy dishwater, Keith didn’t know that Lance had let his bad habits show and had been saving doing the dinner dishes for the following day

“I was asking if you want me to go ahead and finish up?”

“Nah, mullet. We’re nearly done”

“That’s why I said it”

“I’m fine. My stomach feels more settled than it has in ages”

“Probably because you’re not so stressed now that I know”

“Yeah. That was a huge part of it. That and now I have you here I know you’re safe and not bleeding out somewhere I can’t get to”

“Babe, you know I cut back on that”

“I do. Doesn’t mean I don’t worry. Especially when people still have such a hard time accepting peace”

“Maybe next time I should bring you with me?”

“Are you saying that I’d keep the peace, or that I’m scary when I’m mad”

“Both. Dinner was so good. I’m half tempted to drag you back to Diabazaal so you can teach them how to actually cook”

“I’m not that good. Besides, I seem to remember you guys have your own good machine there”

Keith deadpanned him hard

“Goo that tastes like socks isn’t my idea of a good time”

“Oh, babe. We’ve got the villa for a week, so it’s plenty of time to work on erasing some of that trauma. Have you thought about what you’re going to tell Krolia?”

“You’re not ready for people to know so I was thinking mostly the truth. That you’ve been travelling and showing Earth to your class”

Lance had spent a lot of time thinking about Krolia too. She was far too invested in their relationship. He was sure that anything Keith did tell her she’d find suspicious

“I’m sorry you feel you have to lie”

“It’s not really lying. It’s holding back until we know more”

“Still, she’s your mum. I don’t want to put her in an awkward position either”

“You mean you’re scared of telling her too. It’s okay. We’ll work it out together”

God, he loved Keith. Everything felt better with him knowing

“I don’t deserve you”

Keith leaned in to kiss him gently. Lance unable to stop himself from deepening the kiss. He’d missed Keith’s kissed like a drowning man missed oxygen, only he was drowning in Keith’s love for him.

Breaking the kiss, Lance bit his lip

“Stop that. You’re overthinking again”

“Actually, I wasn’t. I don’t want to fight again, not like today”

“Neither do I”

“And I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to answer your messages”

“Babe, it hurt, but I get it now. I’m not entirely sure I wouldn’t have done the same thing”

“I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be using your students as an excuse”

“That’s because I’m not patient enough to deal with them the way you do”

“Babe, you literally negotiate treaties and provide aid. It sounds to me like you deal with grownups acting like kids almost as regularly as I deal with the kids”

“Nah. I’m really proud of you”

What was he supposed to do with that? Keith definitely had the harder job, but he was there praising him

“Hey, let’s go to bed early after this? I’m tired, but I missed cuddling you”

“Sounds good to me”

“And I promise if you wake up in the middle of the night I’m not going to have run away again. I keep saying it, but working things out between us really is what’s most important to me”

“Me too, babe. Oh, you’re totally going to have to make it up to Kosmo too. He was very dejected that you weren’t there”

“Kosmo is best boy. I miss his floof”

“You miss having him to cuddle, I know. You probably missed him more than me”

“Hey, Altea gets cold. And I don’t hear you complaining when he’s beached himself across our legs”

“That’s because I have you as my own personal heater”

“Not even, you’re the hot one”

“And you’re the one going the right way for a smacked arse”

Slinging his arms over Keith’s shoulders, Lance finally got his revenge by deadpanning Keith back. He was rather proud of the flat tone he managed

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, mullet”

“Then don’t be such a tease”

Lance thought he’d won, only for Keith to stick his bubble covered hand over Lance’s mouth. Lance laughing as he darted back. Keith flicking his soapy fingers towards him

“That’s enough out of you, sharpshooter. Any complaints I’ll be happy to hear them in bed”

“Bring it on”

“Oh, you’re so going to get it now”

Chasing Lance as he bolted from the kitchen laughing, Keith swept him off his feet in the hallway. Those long legs and Galra genetics making it super unfair. Carried to bed, Lance half expected more, only Keith sat him down and took the tea towel off of him

“Now stay put, I’ll be back once I’m done”

Instead he was once again reminded when it came to Keith, he never stood a chance.

#you and me made three #you and me made 3

[dark-and-kawaii]

A Father's Demise

Raphael x f!Tav/Reader

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: Two separate stories. Their daughters come back home, only to be met with a sight that seemed to be plucked from their darkest nightmares...

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: Happy Endings?!?! Potentially!! Also, Apologies for being quiet the past couple days. I’ve been really sick! This was also something to make me feel better… Enjoy xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ Character Death | Hurt/Comfort | Fluff At The End | Dadphael | Haarlep As Dad

Prt 1?

Raphael

Raphael's daughter returned to the House of Hope expecting the usual cacophony of the damned and the indebted. Instead, she was greeted by an uncanny silence that hung heavy in the air. A sense of unease prickled at the back of her neck as she called out, "Mother?" Silence was her only answer. "Haarlep?" she tried again, hoping for the usual sardonic reply, yet there was nothing. And finally, with a tremor in her voice, "F-Father?”

Her steps were cautious, timid as she made her way through the dining area, where only the soft crackling of the fireplace dared to disturb the quiet. It was a lonely sound, one that did little to comfort her growing concern.

It wasn't until she ascended the stairs to the grand hall that the silence shattered into a scene of horror. Blood mingled with lifeless bodies, staining the pristine marble with a grotesque tableau. She shrank back, fear gnawing at her insides, “It's okay... it's okay…” She tried to weave excuses, fabricating scenarios where her father's wrath was the culprit, a desperate attempt to shield her mind from the truth.

With each step towards the boudoir, the splashing sound beneath her feet grew louder. She glanced down to see water mixing with the crimson stains on the floor. The door veil that usually keeps strangers out of the room is now gone, revealing the source of the deluge; the healing bath overflowing, its contents spilling out in a ceaseless torrent…

Approaching the bed, her every fear was realized. The blood-soaked sheets were a grim canvas, and atop them lay her father, his once regal appearance now marred by disarray and violence. “F-father?..." Her voice was barely audible, a quiver of hope against the starkness of reality. Her trembling legs carried her closer as she begged him to respond. “P-please, father- say something…”

Her tears flowed freely as she reached his side. There was no rise and fall of his chest, no sign of the life that once filled him… “Father?" she whispered, her nudges growing frantic. “G-get up..." Desperation took hold as she climbed onto the bed, her small hands pushing against him, “p-please…” She tugged at his arm, “You ha-have to get up, mom will- mom will be home soon..."

She couldn't finish; the truth was too much to bear. Curling up next to Raphael, she laid her head against his chest, pulling his arm around her as if to shield herself with his presence, his blood now her own, as her sobs filled the room.

Footsteps approached, and a shard of hope pierced her grief. "Mom!?" But the sound that followed was not the comforting voice she longed for, but a dark, mocking laugh. Haarlep emerged, their expression one of false sympathy, "Fraid not, little one," Haarlep's voice was cool, detached.

Clutching her father, she looked up at Haarlep with eyes that begged for a miracle. "Ha-Haarlep! Help! Please! I don't know what to do- I- I-" Her voice faltered, her world shattering as Haarlep's smirk only twisted further, a silent testament to their betrayal.

And as Haarlep stepped closer, she saw how her fathers crown, the Crown of Karsus rested upon their head. The incubus grinned, her father's blood painting their lips, a sight so vile she felt the warmth drain from her body. Haarlep's tongue flicked out, lasciviously cleaning the blood away. Their command was cold, merciless. "Run from here, and never return."

Frozen by shock and grief, Raphael's daughter felt the very fabric of her world unraveling. The sanctuary of her home, the invincibility of her father, the loyalty she thought unbreakable, all were illusions now shattered. The House of Hope had fallen…

…

“NO!!”

Her eyes flew open, her breath coming in shallow gasps her nightgown clinging to her skin, drenched in the sweat of terror. The nightmare had been so vivid, so visceral, that for a moment she remained still, half expecting to see the blood-soaked sheets and her father's lifeless eyes. But as the fog of fear dissipated, she realized she was in her own room, safe within the walls that had always been her sanctuary.

With a shaky exhale, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet finding the cold floor beneath them. The coolness of the stone was a small comfort, a reminder that this was reality, not the blood-soaked chambers of her nightmares.

Steeling herself, she rose and made her way out of her room. She needed to find her father, to see with her own eyes that he was safe, that the nightmare was just that, a figment of her imagination.

When she reached the boudoir she hesitated. Her hand shaking half expecting to reveal the horrors from her nightmare. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside.

The room was peaceful, bathed in the gentle glow of the candles and avenues. And there, in the large bed lay her father. His chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of deep sleep, his face relaxed, free from the anguish that had twisted it in her nightmare.

She whispered, her voice barely audible, "Father?"

His eyes blinked open, and for a moment, they were clouded with sleep, searching for the source of the disturbance. When his gaze settled on his heir, clarity returned, and his expression softened..

"What troubles you, child?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and a bit of annoyance.

"I had a nightmare… Y-you… " she wipes a tear away as she confesses, the words of a child seeking solace in the presence of her father. "It felt so real."

Raphael lifted the sheets to his bed, "Just this once," inviting her into the sanctuary of his and your embrace. His tail curling around her in a protective gesture, as if to ward off any remnants of the night's horrors before one of his wings enveloped both his daughter and you.

She snuggled in between both you and her father, the steady beat of his heart a lullaby that promised safety.

Haarlep

The stone walls of your home echoed the sounds of urgency as Haarlep's daughter, her heart filled with the thrill of mischief, raced through the corridors. Her arms were laden with loaves of bread, the spoils of her latest foray into manipulation. A grin played upon her lips, eager to share the tale of her conquest with her father, to see that smirk of approval on their face.

"Dad! Dad, you won't believe what I did!" she called out, her voice bouncing off the walls, searching for the familiar presence of Haarlep. But the house was unusually silent. Her steps slowed, a frown creasing her brow. "That's weird…"

She went to the only other spot they’d be. As she approached her parents' chamber, the memory of the last awkward interruption still fresh in her mind. She hesitated, her hand on the large wooden door, whispering a silent prayer to the darkness that she wouldn't find her parents in a compromising embrace… Again.

Gently, she pushed the door open, only to be met with a sight that drained the color from her face.

The loaves of bread tumbled to the floor as the door shut with an ominous thud behind her. Inside, a strange portal shimmered in the air, its edges flickering with otherworldly energy. Next to it lay Haarlep, her parent, once a figure of protection and guile in her eyes, now still and bloodied. Their clothes were tattered, their body marred, an image so shocking that it stilled her for a moment.

…

"Har har, very funny, Dad," she said with a nervous laugh, hoping against hope that this was just another one of their twisted jokes. She approached her parent cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. As the portal began to close, she saw a figure on the other side, a creature with red skin, dark hair, and a beard who gave her a smug wave before disappearing into the ether.

The sickening realization hit her, and her voice trembled. "D-dad…?" She knelt beside them, her hands shaking as she touched Haarlep’s horns, trying to rouse them.

"Th-this isn’t f-funny…" She shook him gently, then began to push on their bloody chest more urgently, denial lacing her voice. "Dad! This isn't a fun game!!"

With each desperate plea, the truth sank in. The silence that answered her was suffocating… The parent she was closest to, her mentor in mischief, the one who wrapped their tail around her in protection, the one who would lift her up and make her feel invincible, was gone... Her heart, a thing not made for breaking, fractured in her chest.

"D-dad…" She wrapped her arms around their neck, her sobs breaking the haunting silence. "Come back, come back!! Please!!" Her cries were muffled against their chest, her tears mingling with their blood.

Her cries, raw and primal, tore through the silence of the chamber. "Mom!!!" she screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of her grief.

"Mom!!!" Her voice cracked with pain and fear. "Mmmoommm!!"

Time seemed to contort, stretching and bending as you, her mother, drawn by the cries of your child, burst into the room. Your approach was a slow-motion cascade of horror and realization. She watched through tear-blurred eyes as you fell to their sides, your own anguish mirroring your daughter's.

…

“MOM!!”

She bolted upright in bed, her breathing ragged, her body drenched in cold sweat. The nightmare- was all too vivid in her mind. She clutched at her chest, a strangled sob catching in her throat. The images of her father, still and lifeless, clung to her like chains.

The familiar room came into focus, illuminated by the soft glow of a candle that lingered in the corner. She was in her parent’s room. Her gaze first landed on Impsy, the imp lying sprawled with a twitching foot, then shifted to you, her mother, who was slumbering serenely beside her, before finally settling on the one she was most eager to find, Haarlep.

Their chest rising and falling. The sight of them, the undeniable proof of life, sent a sob tearing through her, silent but profound in its relief.

An arm wrapped around her, pulling her gently but firmly back down. Haarlep, having awakened to the sound of their daughter's distress, drew her close, their senses finely attuned to the emotional currents of those around him. “Did my little imp have a bad dream?" Haarlep teased, their voice a perfect combination of concern and their usual playful mockery. Despite the teasing tone, their eyes searched hers for the depth of her fright.

Nodding, she recounted the terrible vision of her father, bloodied and still, the taunting figure in the portal, the overwhelming loss. As she spoke, your hand ran soothing circles against her back, a silent reassurance of safety and love.

Haarlep, ever being themself, made light of the darkness in her tale. "Ah, my tyrant, even in your dreams, I'm the star of the show," they quipped, a playful grin tugging at their lips.

Gradually, her trembling ceased, and her eyelids grew heavy. As she drifted back into sleep, nestled securely between her parents, a silent exchange passed between Haarlep and you.

Your eyes were filled with unspoken worry, the description of the devil too precise, too vivid. It bore the unmistakable signature of Mephistopheles… In that moment, Haarlep's facade slipped, revealing a glint of apprehension.

Mephistopheles, Haarlep knew the description all too well, a master from their past that they had hoped would never cross into their present, especially not into their offspring’s dreams.

As sleep reclaimed the chamber, Haarlep's arm tightened around their daughter, as if it would be the last time…

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #tav #haarlep #raphael the cambion #raphael x tav #haarlep x tav #haarlep x reader #dadphael #Haarlep being a dad

[bongjuce]

scent pt 2

fic by bongjuce

prt 1 https://www.tumblr.com/bongjuce/717123192332976128/scent

notes from author aka me<3 last part of this fic id read part 1 if u haven't or else this is confusing 🧍🏽anyways hope you guys enjoyed , i need to go pray or something now from writing this, if you have any notes feel free to message me🫶🏽

warnings⚠️sweaty smelly girls, smell kink, scissoring??,readers a perv, mentions on tummy and reader having squishy thighs

enjoy🫶🏽

continued from part 1

" what do you need from me baby hm tell me" her hands sliding down your tummy to above your cunt aching for her touch" uhmmh" trying not to let your brain get to foggy to fast, you tug at her clothes" off pls abby" " want you close please touch me" thats all she needs before stripping with speed not wanting to keep you waiting any longer manhandling you a bit to lay down for her"okay okay baby ill help you so needy huh" she says giving you a few hard taps on your clit"so worked up for me, my smell do that much for you?" panting she says not actually expecting an answer. you whine a bit brain fuzzy, she lays down between you your legs wrapping around her hips coming up to your face to finally kiss you. moaning into her mouth as she sloppily kisses you not caring how messy shes doing it sucking your bottom lip a little before pulling away spit connecting you eyes hazy she says"sit up for me baby"she says after making quick work of removing your panties sticky with your slick, squishing your thighs a bit with her strong hands before taking your spot on the bed and laying down" cmere" she says waving you over onto her lap moving her leg so one is balanced under your pussy her other behind your other knee, she maneuvers you a bit so your pussys are hovering above each other a bit before bringing you down slowly to connect your cunts sticky from you rubbing your self on her pillow and her from just seeing you so worked up for her, only her. both of you letting out sounds from finally connecting.you so needy from your paused orgasm start grinding down like when you were humping her pillow abby softly guiding your hips with her hands but wanting to watch you use her to get off" yea baby just like that mmh fuck my pretty girl so desperate for me" you hum in your own world a little, you lean down to her neck inhaling her smell deeply moaning a bit when u do, hips bucking, then you lick her neck where sweat was dripping surprising abby a bit making her let out a moan into a groan realizing what you where doing, licking and kissing to her collarbones sucking a bit as you reach the slight fat from her titties humming as you do it" l-love your titties so much abs"you groan going to her nipples giving them some attention sucking hard and popping them out repeatedly till they looked puffy,abby was guiding your hips a bit harder getting worked up from your touches.

her hard puffy clit rubbing on yours so deliciously and sweet"god baby mm got me so worked up" panting a bit"think you can cum like this huh baby tell me pls" gripping your hips squeezing the fat on your ass where her fingers could reach firmly moving her hips up into yours"yes ye-ss abby so fuckin close for you" you say tearing up a bit from how good she was making you feel, putting your face into her armpit a bit so you could smell her just a bit more scent taking over your senses panting into her as she took over humping up into you hard and rough close to her own build up" cum for me baby cum"bearing her teeth while groaning at how close she was"soak me with your pretty juices baby ugh want it on me please cum cum"she says voice scratchy and commanding in your ear. suddenly it hits you shooting up a bit pleasure taking over making your shake and lose your vision.gutteral groan spilling out of you followed by tears streaming down your face finally reaching your peak. abby not far behind coming over the edge hearing you not holding back reaching your release, hands pulling you into her hard riding out her orgasm strings of curses and whimpers leaving her as you guys keep slowly grinding a bit keeping simulation till you whine to sensitive to continue.collapsing into her neck, lips and nose pressed there just nuzzling her trying to come down,feeling fuzzy still. abby glances at you smiling with a small giggle she loves you like this soft and brain in the clouds. rubbing your back wiping hair out of your face kissing your tear stained cheeks and forehead a bit, "mmhm you with me baby" mouth pressed to your forehead. kinda just humming to yourself looking up at her with slightly lidded eyes nodding she chuckles and sits up much to your dismay, but picks you up and starts off to the bathroom"come on baby cant stay stinky forever as much as you want me too" pecking you as she takes you to start a bath.

THE END

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader smut #abby the last of us #abby anderson #wlw fic #this is disgusting and i should feel some shame for writing this #tlou pt 2 #tlou x reader

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine PRT TWO:

Erik walks in on his homeboys sister stepping out of the shower and she is embarrassed/ has a huge crush on him.

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“So...you’ve always wanted me to see you naked?”

Yara toyed with a lock of hair, “Yeah...” she spoke with her voice barely above a whisper.

“You shouldn’t talk like that, little Yara, you’ll get yourself in trouble.”

Shivers...deep, bone aching shivers is what she felt coursing through her body. The white cotton towel that barely fit around her hourglass frame was begging to be freed. It was dark. The only light source was coming from her bedroom window. Whatever was going on below on Telegraph Ave; passing cars, other buildings lit up, and lampposts, all shown through her windows with open sheer white curtains, the light gently weaving its way through the open blinds. 

“Little Yara,” He spoke with a hushed tone, “I know this is something you’ve been waiting on but Mike will be back any second now, you gotta move at a faster pace than that, girl,” Erik spoke, his eyes darting towards the closed bedroom door then back at her.

“Do I look little, Erik?” Yara questions, turning away from Erik to focus on a poster on her wall while both of her shaking hands release the towel, the semi damp cotton pooling around her feet. 

“Fuck no,” Erik spoke with a deep, alluring tone, “Ain’t shit little on you...can’t wait to get up in that pussy.”

He wasn’t about to play with Yara. He asked her on that couch if she was sure because he didn’t like playing games when it came down to laying that good pipe. She wants some of that D, she gotta be a big girl and take whatever he gives her. That intrigued and frightened Yara at the same time. Sure, she had sex with a few dudes who weren’t exactly exclusives in her life. The dick was good, it kept her pussy wet, kept her wanting more sex but with Erik, Yara heard the stories about him from high school and around the neighborhood. 

“Aight, girl, go lay out on the bed for me,” He says while removing his Raiders bomber jacket and now his simple white V-neck tee. This is Erik 2.0, muscles beyond what Yara had imagined when he was wearing his shirt and jacket. All of that sexy bulk hidden beneath that fabric. His skin looked so smooth and unblemished, even with the tiny raised scarification that littered his pectorals and arms. His torso was bare but from the look of the scars, they will occupy that area soon.

“C’mere,” Erik spoke with a gruff tone, picking Yara up and stunning her further. While kissing her soft lips, Erik dropped Yara down onto her bed, Yara bouncing before righting herself by planting both of her hands on the bed, bringing her feet up and without even realizing, causing her thighs to spread wide. Erik could see a little bit of her fat pussy but not everything he wanted. 

“Where is your light switch?” He asked impatiently.

“Where light switches usually be,” Yara smart mouthed. 

Erik walked to her door, finding the light on the wall right next to it, “Still got that smart ass mouth on you...back then I could only argue back...now...I’m just gonna fuck the shit outta you, see if you got something smart to say then.”

The lights go on, so bright and detecting that Yara felt completely exposed. She went silent, her knees to her chest and her thigh meat so juicy that it hid her pussy from his view. Erik watched her reaction to her room now being well lit while kicking off his jeans and socks. He’s only in his briefs now and from that alone Yara clenched up. 

“You Gon’ see it, just lay back and spread your legs for me, little Yara,” Erik says while walking up to her. 

She did as she was told, laying back against her bed, her thighs still closed. The last time she saw Erik in a pair of briefs was years ago when he was about eighteen. He was changing his clothes in Micheal’s bedroom and the door was cracked. She peeked through the crack of the door at the exact moment Erik was changing out of his prom suit and into a relaxed fit for the senior prom after party. He was so slim back then. Looking at him now, he’s 27 years old and more of a man physically and mentally than he ever was at 18. She was excited and nervous all wrapped into one enormous gift. 

“I said spread your fuckin’ thighs too, didnt I?” 

“Yeah,” She says, spreading them but placing her hand over her pussy. Erik blew air out his nose while shaking his head.

“Little Yara…” Erik yanks her hand away, reaching his hands out to push her thighs back with a firm grip to keep her pussy spread open. Erik stared at her pussy with unblinking eyes before getting down on his knees. She waited while trying to keep her breathing under control but his silence and her pussy being wide open in his face made her anxious.

“Now that is beautiful...that chocolate and pink go good together.” 

The nastiness of his words and the desire in his voice has Yara lifting her head from the bed to stare at him from in between her thighs. He was studying her pussy like a famous Picasso painting. Erik’s thick fingers had her outer pussy lips pushed to the side so that he could look at her clit, inner folds, and tight canal. 

“Nice, fat, juicy pussy, little Yara.” 

“I’m not little…” she spoke with a low voice.

“You’re little until I see for myself how you take a big dick, so you can kill that girl.” 

“Fuck,” Yara says when Erik’s thumb swipes her clit.

“You carry all this phat pussy around?” He asks while constantly circulating his thumb around her clit to make it more stiff.

“Yes,” she replied simply, only because she couldn’t fight the moans leaving her mouth.

“If Daddy slides his tongue up and down this yummy looking pussy you gon’ cum on my tongue like a good girl?” 

Yara rapidly nods her head, “Uhuh, yes.”

“If Daddy slides between your thighs and fuck your hot, wet pussy you gon’ be a good girl and take it?” 

“Unh, Yes-

“You better, otherwise you won’t be big Yara, just little Yara,” he teases, “Mhm, you’re ready to get busy, pussy was looking real tasty bent over that tub let me see if it’s true…”

Erik starts licking Yara’s outer pussy lips before allowing his saliva to drip to the tip of his tongue, making the shape of it flat before further moistening Yara’s inner folds and clit. Erik’s flat tongue hooked under her clit, before moving up and down, tracing it over her labia and then right over her clit and back down. Oh, she was engorged down there; erect clit and labia so sensitive from that action alone. 

“Oh, my God,” Yara’s hips would jerk each time he licked her. It was so generous the way he did it, never missing all the spots that made Yara go crazy. His tongue was making sweet love to her pussy and damn did she want to cum in his mouth. Erik stops, Yara sighing with frustration. He climbs further up her body, kissing her body along the way before taking the time to suck on her nipples. 

“Fuck, Erik,” She still couldn’t believe that this is her brother’s bestfriend feasting on her, “That shit is so good…” 

He took his tongue, licked around her large, dark areolas in a circular motion until his tongue reached the center; her nipple. At this point, the skin of her areolas had wrinkled like she was out in the cold from Erik’s tongue, her nipples pointy, hard, and suckable. That must have been a technique of his because her nipples are so damn hard if she touched them they wouldn’t move. When Erik’s lush lips wrapped around her right nipple, his eyes peeked through his lashes at her while he sucked causing Yara to gasp. 

“Mmmm, yes,” She didn’t realize nipple sucking could be so intense, “Erik, yes, keep doing that.”

He moved on to her left nipple, doing the same exact thing while keeping her right nipple nice and hard with his thumb so that he could go back to it and suck some more. She felt tingles throughout her body. Yara would purposely move her body so that her breast would fall from Erik’s mouth so he could follow her movements and catch it in his mouth again. That shit has her clit jumping. It had him so impatient that he takes both of his large hands, squeezing her large breasts, before sucking her nipples back and forth. Not one breast got more attention over the other. Each one got a good suck, lick, and nibble. 

“Erik, damn, you got my pussy wet as fuck,” Yara bites her lip, a hand on the back of his head and her thighs squeezing his waist, “That long, thick tongue and those juicy ass lips...damn, you got my titties feeling so good right now.”

Erik’s lips slowly release her right nipple, “These hard ass nipples on my tongue...got me feeling good too, dick is harder than a motherfucker.”

“Put your lips on my pussy again like you did,” Yara shimmied her hips, moving her body further up the bed so that her pussy was in his face again, “Look what you just did to my pussy, Erik,” she wines. 

“That phat motherfucker is ready, ready...Mr. king daughter is a freak.” 

“Yara giggles,” what my Dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” 

“Oooh, I like that.” Erik gave Yara all of his thick tongue and lips. He was french kissing her pussy, delivering licks and sucks at the same time. She just laid back, her fingers twirling her still hard nipples while Erik devoured her beautiful pussy. Yara’s wet pussy was slipping and sliding against Erik’s tongue. 

“Got my face buried in this sweet little pussy...this what you dreamed about the night you kissed me?”

Was he reading her mind while making her moan with his skilled tongue? She definitely did dream about him catching her in bed rubbing her clit with his name rolling off of her tongue. She surely did envision him tiptoeing in, closing her door shut softly, and sneaking up on her. She could picture it now while he sucked on her clit, his hand pushing her hand away and replacing it with his mouth. The startled feeling she felt in her dream, Yara could feel that when she woke up the next morning. Her pajama shorts were soaked between her legs. What Erik didn’t know about Yara was that even though she was a virgin, she sucked a high school friend turned boyfriend's dick, just so she could get a taste of something sexual without getting her walls broken in. Erik left her horny and curious for sex.

“You wanted me to eat this sweet young pussy that night, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Yara found herself saying. She never called another guy daddy but Erik deserved that title. 

“You had on that little skirt too,” Erik sucks on two fingers, bringing them down so he can finger-fuck her, “wish I stuck my head up your skirt and ate this pussy?”

“Fuck yes,” Yara’s head went back, “Fuck...you’re stuffing me.”

“This ain’t nothing…” Erik’s fingers played around with her G-spot, “you wanna know how I would have eaten that pussy?”

Erik was playing into her fantasy. This entire situation was risky as fuck because Micheal could walk into that apartment at any moment and wonder where Erik was. Both Erik and Yara knew that Micheal could be long-winded but still, she knew they weren’t supposed to be doing this, and that made it even more exciting. Yara replies with a Mhm while Erik’s fingers slid in and out of her now creamy pussy.

“I would have made you stand up with your hands pressed against the wall, your ass pushed out towards my face while I run my tongue in and out of both of your holes.” 

“That’s so sexy,” Yara moaned softly when Erik’s lips were back on her clit with his fingers still inside of her, “I wouldn’t be able to hide my moans...my dad would have heard everything…” Yara giggles then gasps from Erik sucking on her clit. She was about to cum, she could tell with how sensitive and tingling her clit became with each suck and thrust of his fingers. 

“Then Mr. King would know how much of a slut his daughter is,” Erik added some tongue into the mix, Yara’s back bending from the sensation. 

The intensity of Erik’s motions reached a high point and now Yara is convulsing, releasing her cum all over Erik’s fingers. With his fingers still inside of her, Erik uses his tongue to clean her off everywhere else. Yara almost forgot how exciting and satisfying it felt to cum. Erik’s fingers slide out and instead of sucking her off of his fingers, he brings them to her mouth for her to do it. Yara opened her mouth graciously, Erik’s fingers running up and down her tongue. Yara’s lips wrapped around his fingers to suck them clean. She tasted sweet with a bit of tang. 

“That shit is good, ain’t it? Bet this is how you clean yourself off you nasty girl,” Erik’s hand grabs the back of Yara’s head, pulling her in so that he could kiss her. Her taste was still on his tongue. His lips overpowered hers but that didn’t stop Yara from keeping up with him. She would suck all on his lips with each kiss, practically bruising them in the process. He’s a sloppy kisser, not sloppy as in unpleasant. He knows how to kiss that’s for damn sure, he just likes to leave his mark by adding extra saliva to the mix. Yara’s chin was covered in it the more her body felt dizzy and unsteady from his kisses.

“Touch what I’m beating this puss up with,” He spoke against her lips. Yara’s hand went down between his legs, grabbing him through his boxers. She wanted to scream a giant YES to the ceiling. That big black dick in her hand was so electrifying for her. Just stroking him through his boxers while they kissed made her mouth water and her opening twitch. 

“After you get this dick, little Yara, you won’t want dick from any other nigga.”

She believed it. Yara wanted to see how he looked now. Feeling it already has her in a puddle of her own juices, there is no telling how much more drenched she will be when she gets that dick in her mouth and in her guts. Was this really happening? Was she really about to suck her brother's best friend's dick? Was she really about to fuck her brother’s best friend? Yara slips her hand inside of Erik’s briefs, her fingers stroking past his groomed pubic hair before wrapping around his abundant shaft. She just held his length in her hand in full disbelief that she is touching his dick. 

“How bad do you wanna get that throat fucked right now?”

“Really bad,” Yara says with a whisper as if Mike were in the next room, “I won’t hesitate to put it in my mouth, daddy, I wanna make you feel so fucking good.” 

“Show me, don’t tell me, little Yara.” Erik went flat on his back, Yara’s eyes falling to the big tent in the front of his briefs. She gets on her knees, taking both of her hands to pull his briefs down. When she did, Yara smiled before biting her lip. Yara grabs him up fully, his long, beautiful black dick standing straight up in her face all nice and hard. Yara still has the T-shirt around her hair to soak up the water so she didn’t need to tie her hair up like she usually did. Leaning forward, Yara licks the tip of Erik’s dick, unable to hide the smile on her face.

“After I had that dream about you, I asked this guy I graduated with if I could come over to...you know...suck his dick,” Yara looks over at Erik while taking him into her warm, little mouth. Erik’s eyes closed one after the other while a deep, satisfying moan escaped his mouth. 

“Goddamn girl, that dream had you going out to suck some dick?” He couldn’t keep his eyes open for a second with the way Yara was sucking on the tip of his dick while jerking his shaft with a twist of her wrist. 

“Mhm,” She hummed, concentrating with all her energy on sucking his dick up, showing Erik her skills. With each suck, Erik’s dick seemed to wake up more and more. She was sucking on a master level that Erik had never experienced from another woman. Her lips were a weapon of mass destruction. Now, Yara’s hands were on the bed and she was sucking Erik’s dick with just the strength of her jaws. 

“Do that shit girl, I needed this shit right here,” Erik sat up on one elbow, reaching out with his other hand to pull the T-shirt from around her hair so that he could pull on it, “I love how you suck dick, Yara, who taught you this?” 

She didn’t respond, too busy trying to slobber all over his dick. She wasn’t about to stop especially when something she thought about doing for a long time was finally happening for her and making her gobble. She was sucking his long, heavy dick so deep her lips almost touched his balls. 

“Your lips were made to suck dick that’s why you do it with so much passion...you ain’t even gotta tell me.”

Erik needed her to know how good she was making him feel. Erik strokes her damp hair back, while trying to keep it together from the way Yara’s lips tightly suctioned his dick. This girl was inhaling his dick, moaning, blinking her eyes at him like she wasn’t currently sucking a fat black dick. He was afraid to bust a nut now, wondering if his cum would shoot out of her nose with how deep she was taking him. No wonder why she kept telling him she isn’t little. Yara’s hand grabbing Erik’s balls had him sitting up fully now. She didn’t warn him, just grabbed his nuts in her hand and started stroking them to life. They grew tight in her hand the more she stroked and she did all of this while still sucking his dick. Yara enjoyed sucking dick since the first time it happened for her after the wet dream she had about Erik. She especially loves the reactions he gave her whenever she sucked his dick or tugged gently on his balls. The throbbing of his dick, the stiffness of his body, the look on his face, his moans, the way he pulled on her hair. 

“You got this dick all in your throat, that’s a good girl, I love a bitch who can throat this dick.” She took that as a badge of honor, aiming to milk his dick like the nasty little bitch she is. 

“swallow your whole dick when you cum or just keep suckin’ on the head?” 

“Do whatever you want girl, I don’t care, as long as you suck on this dick like you been doing it doesn't matter to me.” 

She knew that Erik was shocked beyond words at seeing Yara sucking his dick like that. He had no clue she was this freaky. Why didn’t he come back to town sooner? He could have experienced this killer head months ago. He was cumming and Yara didn’t stop to take a breath. At this point she could feel his dick thickening in her mouth. With a guttural groan, Erik finally gives Yara what she worked so hard for. The force of his cum pushing out of his beautiful tool into her wanting mouth, passing into her throat and down into her tummy had her love that dick like he was her man. 

“Fuck, you drained my shit, you really missed me,” Erik’s dick was twitching in her hand, “Bend over on this bed, I’m tryna see what that pussy do now.” 

Yara bends over the bed, her back making a crescent moon shape. Erik stood from the bed behind Yara, pulling her by her hips so that she was closer to the edge of the bed. He was ready to give Yara balls deep, long strokes in her pussy. He couldn’t wait to see what her pussy felt like, so much that he didn’t take his time. Erik took hold of his dick in one hand, a handful of Yara’s ass in the other, and then with his hips Erik slid himself inside in one clean motion. Yara looked back at Erik, an enraptured look on her face. 

“Got dayummmmmm,” He dragged out.

 He had to extend his hand out and grab hold of her hair, yanking it back and making her arch deeper. That was perfect because Yara is much shorter than Erik and he needed that ass as high as possible so he could fuck her better like her pussy was a bottomless pit. Yara didn’t have time to breathe when Erik started stroking her pussy. She couldn’t express how much she needed him to get her this soaked and bust her pussy open. She was sweating from all the shaking her body was doing. 

“Getting that pussy fucked from the back is your favorite huh? Look at you, give me that pussy girl,” Erik smacks her ass, “that ass is fat and firm.” 

“Damn, daddy,” Yara kept saying the more Erik’s dick went in and out of her at a moderate pace, “Damn, daddy. Damn, daddy. Damn, daddy. Damn, daddy.” 

While Yara was getting her pussy fucked on the edge of her bed, her cell was ringing. She didn’t care about that with all that dick in her stomach. He wasn’t even going at the pace he wanted to yet. Fuck, he was long stroking her pussy. Yara grabs for her sheets, Erik letting go of her hair to grab a hold of her hips. He started blowing Yara’s back out and she threw it back on him just as hard. It was hot, sweaty, and perfect. Her heart was racing from the thought of Mike walking in at any moment and how good he felt inside of her. 

“Slut me out, daddyyyyyyy!!,” Yara shouts.

“Shut the fuck up,” Erik spoke roughly, “all that fuckin’ yelling, speak that shit into the pillow, ma.”

“I can’t help it, mmmmmmm, shit,” She couldn’t keep her mouth shut, “oh MY!!!!”

Yara’s shimmering, jiggling ass was hypnotic. Her sweat was dripping down the middle of her back and down the crack of her ass. 

“FUCK.” He said.

Pap, pap, pap, pap, pap, pap, was the sound made the more Erik pounded her chocolate cakes. Yara creamed on his shaft the more he beat her tight pussy in. She was grown like she said, and she was proving that to him the more he fucked her. Bang bang bang bang, it intensified. 

“TAKE THIS DICK.”

“Yes-

“You hear your pussy? That pussy is wet as fuck, baby girl...this ain’t even your pussy anymore this is my pussy,” the bounce of her ass had Erik going crazy, “THATS RIGHT BABY Make it rain on this dick.”

Yara was squirting on his dick and Erik just kept on beating that pussy up from behind. 

“You better let me get this pussy again, Yara,” It was an order. Yara was throwing that ass with tenacity, “Dirty slut, nasty fucking slut, taking this big black dick, fat fucking pussy creaming all over my fucking dick, my favorite kind of pussy.” 

Yara was throwing her pussy the whole time they fucked without stopping. Erik’s dick was nothing but steel covered flesh the longer he fucked her. He wanted to tear Yara ass up in multiple positions on her bed but he knew that would take all night and Mike would be back soon. He could feel himself ready to explode the more she soaked his dick with her pussy.

Unh! Oooo! Ah! Shit! Yes! 

She was moaning on a loop for Erik. He was fucking her fast and hard until she came all over his dick again. He was right behind her, his hands so heavy on her hips that he was pushing her down onto the bed. She was going to feel this in the morning. 

“Fuck...show me who’s daddy,” she says, “I’ve always wanted you to fuck me like this! Oh goddd!” 

“I wish I could do it all night long, baby-

“Take me with you, FUCKKKKKK!!!!!” 

“Goddamn, Yara, shit, I’m about to cum in your pussy-

“Fuck this tight pussy up daddy!!!”

“Arrrgghhhhhhh SHIT.” Erik was filling Yara’s pussy full of cum. He didn’t want to pull out of her pussy. 

“Oh my, God,” She spoke breathlessly. “That dick feels so good, baby.” 

“Big girls need big dick,” Erik says before his dick slipped out of her pussy. He was still hard and it wasn’t going to go down for the rest of the night. Yara pushes Erik’s cum out of her pussy so that he could see how much filled her up. He spanked her ass for that. 

“Yara...I swear to fucking God...don’t make me fuck you like the nasty fucking slut you are.”

“I can call out of work, we can finish this at your place,” Yara was already going to be late, might as well get dressed and go with Erik. 

“Can’t, baby girl, I’m not staying at my own spot right now,” Erik looked like he didn’t want to talk about it, “I don’t have your number, let’s exchange and we can try to make plans...you still gotta go to work right?”

“I’m gonna be late,” Yara is off of her bed now, grabbing a folded sleep shirt to pull over her body. “Like thirty minutes late. Unless I take an Uber.” 

“I’ll take you.”

Yara didn’t give Erik time to get dressed with how quickly she was on him. They were kissing, once again the risk of Micheal walking in the last thing on their minds. 

“Yara,” Erik grabs her hair, “Come on, get dressed, I’ll take you to work.” 

Yara reluctantly pulled away so Erik could get dressed. He quickly pulled on his jeans without worrying about his briefs, grabbed his shirt and jacket in one hand and walked to Yara’s door. Erik opened it carefully, peeking out in the hall towards the living room. A sigh of relief came from him and that’s when he turned back inside of Yara’s bedroom, unzipped his pants and allowed them to fall around his feet.

“Suck this dick, girl,” He points to the floor, “On your fucking knees.” 

Yara was on her knees and sucking his dick in time.

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“You good, my G? You’ve been MIA for over a week now.” 

Mike was in the middle of cooking some spicy chicken ramen noodles while talking on the phone with Erik. Yara was hanging around in the living room watching TV with her eyes staring straight ahead into the kitchen at Mike’a back. He had a durag on his head, a black T-shirt, and some drawstring shorts on. He laughs into the phone while stirring his noodles around in the pot with a fork. 

“So you found your place then? That’s what’s up! When are you moving your shit out of CeCe’s place?” 

That name made Yara roll her eyes. Just like Mike, she hadn’t spoken to Erik in a while too. For her it was two days straight. He would call her during the afternoon or late at night to see how she was doing with school and just life in general. Of course, their conversations turned freaky but neither of them acted on anything since he came over that Friday night. It was mainly because of where he stayed and then Mike was always home doing freelance work. Yara couldn’t sleep in her bed without thinking about her and Erik having sex. It took her all weekend before she changed her sheets. His cologne and natural musk was threaded in the fabric. 

“You know my mama is having a family thing at her place tomorrow, you wanna come through? I told her you were back and she wants to see you.” 

Yara’s eyes lit up. At first she didn’t want to go to her moms since she couldn’t stand her step-father's side of the family minus her step-cousin, Lauren, but now that Erik could possibly show up, Yara was counting down the long minutes. She had a lot of packing to do, looking through her wardrobe for whatever eye-catching fits. Yara caught Michael’s eye and he stuck his tongue out at her teasingly. Yara shakes her head at him before bringing her eyes back to the TV. 

“Damn, she’s gonna be disappointment, man.”

Yara could feel her heart dropping to her stomach and a tiny frown pulled the corners of her lips down. Well, so much for looking forward to tomorrow. 

“Yeah yeah well let me know if you change your mind, cuz… Aight, I’ll holla,” Mike hangs up, pocketing his cell.

“That was Erik?” Yara casually asks. 

“Yeah, he found his place. He can’t make it tomorrow because he got some business to take care of.”

“Oh,” Yara tried to hide her saddened tone but Micheal caught that.

“What’s up with you sounding all sad?” 

“Nothing,” Yara turns off the TV, “I’m going to my room. When my packages come just leave them on the table I’ll open them later.” 

“Let me guess, a new pair of sneakers?” 

“None of your fucking business,” Yara yelled over her shoulder while walking to her room. She closes her door, walking up to her bed before flopping down on it, pulling her phone from her pocket. She pulls up Erik’s contact, calling him up so that she could hear his voice for the first time that day. He picked up on the second ring, his voice sounding like an echo on the other end of the phone.

“Where are you?” Yara asks.

“Damn, hello,” He spoke defensively.

“Hi, E.” She smiles.

“...Mike didn’t tell you?”

“Why does Mike need to tell me? You have my number,” Yara says with an attitude. 

“Yo...What’s your problem?” 

“You gonna tell me where you are?” Yara completely ignores his question.

“Since you’re so pressed, little Yara, I’m walking through my new place, just getting a feel for it.” 

“With the way your voice is echoing I’m sure it’s hella nice...can I come live with you?”

“Yara,” Erik laughs, “You gonna let Mike know about that? That nigga would have my neck.” 

“I’m just playing,” Yara quickly changes the subject, “So...my mom is having a little something at her place this weekend...do you wanna come?”

“Uh, I don’t think I can. I would love to, but I already told Mike that I can’t.”

“Damn, that sucks,” Yara sighs, “I miss seeing your face.”

“I miss seeing your pretty face too...you’re in your room, right?” 

“Yep, I’m by myself...why?”

“I just wanted to tell you that I can still feel those juicy ass lips sucking on my balls, you got daddy missing that deep throat, girl.” 

“I’m happy you love my dick-sucking skills,” Yara giggles, “I can still taste your cum…I can still hear your sexy deep voice in my ear telling me you’re about to cum.”

“Shit, now I’m picturing you swallowing my whole dick at that moment...how is my pussy doing?”

“It’s been a minute...what do you think?”  

“I’m thinking I need to hear that shit...put her on the phone.” 

Yara turns over onto her back, putting her phone on speaker before pulling her biker shorts and panties down, spreading her thighs. She grabs her phone, bringing it down between her legs before taking her finger, inserting inside of herself before wiggling it around. The wet, smacking sounds of his puss could be heard through the phone. He waited until Yara was finished before talking again. 

“Damn...that wet fucking pussy.”

“Mhm,” she says.

“You gon’ rub your pussy on my face next time I see you, pretty bitch?”

“Expect me to cum on your face, I’ll rub my clit all up and down that scruffy ass beard,” Yara giggles.

“Now how am I gonna get a taste?” Erik laughs.

“You will when I decide to sit on your tongue.”

“When you decide? You calling shots now? Taking this dick doesn’t make you in charge, Yara, I’m in charge and when I say sit that pussy on my lips you gon’ do it.”

“Just come over here and get this pussy,” Yara says while rubbing her clit.

“Girl if I come over their I would fuck you retarded...but nah you know Mike is home…”

“I guess you don’t want me to make eight inches of your dick disappear in my mouth and you know I don’t have a gag reflex so it would stay in my throat just like your dick would stay inside my pussy…”

“What about the rest of my dick? You got more to go, girl daddy is much bigger than that.”

“Like I said, no gag reflex, I’ll try.”

“I need you, my dick is dumb hard…too bad I can’t right now. I’m gonna be moving in my shit all damn day into tomorrow.” Erik groans.

“Okay, Erik,” Yara rolls over onto her side, “I’ll just see you whenever.”

“Don’t be like that, girl...I gotta go...I love you.” 

Yara blushes, “I love you too with your annoying ass.”

“Aight, I’ll talk to you later, pretty girl, we can pick up where we left off.” 

“K, bye,” Yara spoke softly into the phone before hanging up. 

He said that he loved her. He had love for her, true, but it would feel better if it was romantic love. Hearing him say the words were enough though, Yara couldn’t stop blushing into her pillow. 

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Being back at her mom’s place brought back bittersweet feelings. Yara knew her brother wouldn’t end things properly with Evette, Yara had to endure her brother having sex almost the entire night. Evette’s hair is no longer bright red. She dyed it hot pink. The color job wasn’t perfect which shocked Yara because Evette is supposed to be a licensed cosmetologist with her own shop and everything. She was driving since Mike wanted to freely roll up his blunt and drink his Henny without worrying about being the designated driver. When they pulled up, Their mother’s house was already packed full of cars. It’s probably her step-father’s side of the family. Yara did however smile when she noticed the big red Cadillac Escalade. That was Yara’s step-cousin, Lauren’s truck. 

“Damn, where the fuck am I supposed to park? On the grass?” Evette complains while sucking her teeth. 

“Just park one house down, Evette, ain’t no thing,” Mike places his blunt behind his ear.

“Easy for you to say, nigga, you ain’t driving.”

“You’re the one that said it was cool, don’t pull that shit.” 

“Are y’all gonna argue the entire time we’re here?” Yara finally says before opening her door to exit when Evette parked. Neither of them responded to her which was better since hearing their voices the entire ride over annoyed her to an end. Yara pulls out her keys, finding the exact one to her mother’s place while walking up to the house.

 It was spacious, open living both indoors and out with this exquisite Steve Kubitschek-designed Craftsman home. Located at the top of a private cul-de-sac in the tight-knit Woodside Glen community of 21 modern homes, it's a hidden gem in Oakland's leafy Montclair neighborhood.  Yara couldn’t deny it, she enjoyed the fabulous open layout with upscale touches, including a gourmet island kitchen with breakfast nook, great room with gas fireplace, and luxurious master suites with a soaking tub and views of the Bay. She used to sit out on the expanded deck, studying while being surrounded by the apple, apricot and fig trees her mother planted. Behind the yard is a little-known trailhead into Joaquin Miller Park's 500 acres of redwood groves and lush creeksides where Yara used to hike and bike ride. 

“Mama!!!” Yara yelled when they entered. 

She could smell her mother’s cooking. Her eyes looked up at the soaring 14 foot ceilings, and around at the newly decorated home. Her mother finally took her advice and decided to change the boring, puke green. It was a beautiful design with earth tones that matched her mother’s green thumb energy. Every fresh herb, vegetable, and fruit her mother cooked with came from her garden. Sometimes she would go to her local Trader Joe’s or Farmer’s Market. Evette oo’ed and ahhh’ed behind Yara the further they walked inside. Climbing a small set of stairs that led into the kitchen, Yara found her mother chatting it up with a few of her step-father’s sister’s with a glass of white wine in her hand. The patio door was open so that meant that everyone else was out back, her step-father probably grilling up steaks, ribs, and home-made burgers patties.

“YARA!” Her step-Aunt, the youngest of the three, Benita says. She gave Yara a veneer smile before stretching her arms out for a hug. Yara gives her a quick hug.

“Hey baby,” Yara’s mom, Kendra says before kissing her daughter’s curly head, “Are you gonna stay with me this weekend?”

“Yes, mama, I have my bag in the car, hello Stacey,” 

“Hello,” Stacey is Benita’s sister. She’s stand-offish but not like Yara could be, she did that because she didn’t care for Yara. Stacey is Lauren’s mom. Lauren couldn’t stand her mother for many reasons.

Mike and Evette greet everyone as well while Yara goes out back to say hello to the others. She decided to be nice and give her stepdad a hug before practically running up to Lauren. Lauren is a literal sweetheart. She’s the same age as Yara and she’s a nurse. Lauren’s pretty features reminded Yara of Saweetie a little bit. She came with her boyfriend that Yara only met once before named KC, he has features that remind Yara of Omarion. Both girls caught up with each other like old times, laughing, gossiping, and sharing good news. Yara didn’t see not one family member that was blood, all were married into the family. She didn’t feel too disappointed, it was still pretty early and her family can be known to be fashionably late. 

Back in the house, Yara asks Evette to open her car so that Yara could get her bag out. Once she came back inside, Yara found her old room, sitting her bag on the bed that was neatly made. She has her own bathroom in her room with a jacuzzi tub. She couldn’t wait to unwind and take a bubble bath. Walking back out and down the steps, Yara could make out her mother screaming excitedly at the top of her lungs. Yara went down the remaining steps two at a time before making her way towards the kitchen speedily. Yara couldn’t believe who had just arrived after saying he wouldn’t be able to show up. She wanted to punch him in his pretty face.

“ERIK! LOOK AT YOU!!” Kendra was amazed while she looked at Erik. He simply smiles, showcasing his deep dimples and bright white smile with gold slugs on his bottom canines. His curly fro looked extra moisturized, the coils neatly placed and springy and he is fresh from head to toe as usual. 

“It’s good to see you Miss. Kendra.”

His deep voice… Yara had to control her legs from shaking.

“Voice all deep, muscles, the hair!!! My God is this really my son’s best friend?!” Kendra pulls Erik in for another hug, “I’m so glad you came! You have to stay with me this weekend. Mike is staying too! It’ll be like old times when you used to spend the night.” 

“I packed an overnight bag.” 

Yara inwardly cheered.

“Yara? Come say hi to Erik,” Kendra says, ushering Yara over with a quick wave of her hand.

“I saw him like a week ago, mama,” Yara came over anyway, giving Erik a hug, “Glad you came.”

“Erik, can you believe this is Yara? I mean, she used to be so petite! Now she has more hips than me! She was little Yara to you, what are you gonna call her now, huh?”

“I’ll have to think of a new nickname,” Erik looks Yara up and down. Yara can tell he was trying his hardest not to appear obvious with his attraction towards her, “She’s a woman now.”

“Mhm, I have to keep reminding myself that she is 21 now,” Kendra pouts while smoothing her hand over Yara’s face. 

“Where is your new husband? I haven’t had the chance to meet him yet,” Erik says, stopping Kendra from crying. 

“Oh, he’s out back, come with me,” Kendra loops her arm through Erik’s, walking him out back. Yara lets out a shaky breath. He’s here and he’s going to spend the night. Perfect, now, they didn’t need to sneak around and fuck without suspicion, he’s sleeping here. They would just have to be a little quiet. That won’t be a problem, the walls are soundproof thanks to her stepfather. Yara lingered near the patio door, listening to her step dad, mother, and Erik talk. 

“This is Fred. Fred, this is Mike’s childhood friend, Erik.”

They shake hands. Yara caught Erik’s eye. He winked at her and that motion shot straight to her clit. This event couldn’t be over fast enough. Yara knew it was going to take a while since it just started and family tends to linger even after it’s over. Time went on and everyone mingled and danced before the food was finally ready. Inside, an assembly line of people with plates wrapped around the kitchen and dining room. Everyone wanted to talk to Erik. He couldn’t even sit in the fire pit outside and enjoy his meal without someone holding a conversation with him and that included Mike to Evette’s dismay, she occupied most of her time on her phone. 

Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off of Yara whenever they crossed paths. Heart shaped face, dimple in her chin, glittering eyes fringed with long eyelashes that reminded him of maple syrup, silken skin like cinnamon, ebony ringlets that made her thick but arched brows pop, lips full and glossy with a prominent Cupid’s bow. Clearly, Yara was the stunner out of all the women at that gathering that wanted his attention. Short, shapely legs oiled down, little denim skirt on, and a clingy top that struggled to keep her pendulous breasts in place. Each time she reached for her plate or cup it would put her curvaceous breasts on display. Shit, with the way Erik was staring at her he wouldn’t complain if they had spilled out right into his hands. 

Yara noticed how the other women, no matter how old or young made it their duty to keep Erik company. Whenever Yara came near him, she would touch his arm or shoulder, and each time, Erik felt something surge through his body. He couldn’t decide if it was static electricity or his own lust playing tricks on him. She was putting on a show for real. Yara would sashay through the yard and Erik could tell it was on purpose. Her hips had him stunned. Yara had a butt that swooped out in the precise amount of curvature. There is nothing comparable to the well-shaped butt of a black woman.

______________

Yara was two plates full and on her second cup of Ciroc with lemonade. She had just finished doing the Cupid shuffle, more than excited to join especially since some of her blood relatives arrived. She looked around the yard and noticed Erik, Mike, and Evette are missing. They probably all went on a smoke break out front. When Yara went looking, she didn’t spot them out front at all. She knew they couldn’t be in the house because Yara’s mom didn’t like smoking in her house since it left a lingering smell. Yara finally decided to walk the trail that she usually did when she lived there. Sure enough, Mike, Evette, Erik, and one of her annoying ass step-cousins, Lyric, were smoking weed and shooting the shit. Mike gave Erik a look while passing him the blunt before tilting his head in Lyric’s direction. 

Lyric is cute, but she’s not Yara. Erik gave her a quick once over before shrugging a single shoulder. Yara didn’t like that. She wanted to see him shake his head not shrug a shoulder like he wasn’t sure. All this good pussy Yara has to offer he better come correct. She turned away to leave but once again, Mike’s keen eyes caught her before she could make her exit.

“You have a serious habit of sneaking up on niggas and spying,” Mike jokes, causing Lyric to snort a laughter. 

“Shut up, fool, I was just wondering where y’all went, that’s all,” Yara walked up to them all, avoiding Erik’s eyes. He was probably giving her a teasing smile.

“You don’t even smoke.”

“And?” Yara takes a sip of her drink, “Now that I know where y’all are, I’m gonna head back.” 

“Uh-huh, I keep forgetting your 21 now with that drink in your hand.” 

“Why does my age have to be the topic of conversation? I’m sick of that shit.”

“Well, I haven’t seen you in over two years. Last time you were 19 so,” Lyric finally speaks up.

“Whatever, I’m out,” Yara turns, walking back up the trail that led to the house. She was bothered and she wanted to be alone for a little bit. Erik brought up her age, then her mother, then a few other family members, then Mike, and then Lyric. It was giving her a headache. 

The event slowed down and the family that did stay later gathered around the big fire pit in her mother’s yard to talk and drink. Yara was seated between Erik and Mike. She was feeling her drink and it was peaceful. Yara loves that stage of being tipsy where you’re completely coherent and know exactly what's going on but you feel so loose and free at the same time and your typing skills blow but you can feel the blood flowing throughout your entire body and it's just warm and fuzzy and nice and amazing. 

It was dark minus the warm, low, glow of the yard lights and the fire making all the melanin surrounding her have an orange glow. She glances up at Erik and he looks down at her, giving Yara a small smile before one arm comes up and around the back of her. She bites her lip, trying her hardest to appear discrete with how horny she felt. Yara shivers when she feels Erik’s fingers on the back of her neck, softly playing with the curls at the nape of her neck. Her lips parted and she brought her cup up to hide her soft sighs. Erik was dragging the flat part of his nails up and down the back of her neck. No one could see what he was doing since it was dark. Just when her nipples become erect, Erik stops, bringing his hand back down to rest in his lap. 

Yara’s phone vibrates in her lap. She picks it up, her family's laughter surrounding her. Taking a look, she sees a message from Erik. She opens her phone, turning down the light so that it wasn’t too noticeable. Leaning back a little, Yara brings her phone closer to her face. She froze when she opened his message. Erik sends her a nasty gif of a girl taking a dick just as big as Erik’s while she was holding her legs up. She was creaming all over his dick while he fucked her slow.

Who’s daughter can I do this to tonight?

Yara closes her eyes. She brings her cup to her lips to hide her excitement. He really sexted her at this moment. He wanted to torture her, she would play along. 

Miss Kendra’s daughter 💦

She could see him in her peripheral looking at her text. He starts typing.

I’m a tear up your insides. 

Yara’s leg jerked. 

I can always handle more. 

Mike laughing loudly next to her startled her. She almost forgot where she was. 

Okay, we’ll see. You looking good too. You gon’ have me in trouble girl cuz I’m not gonna be able to keep my dick out of you for a second.

That’s a challenge I’m willing to take daddy!

Yara’s phone buzzed a few times back to back 

In the mood to be sucking on a fat clit n even fatter pussy lips 👅

Let me suck that pussy in my mouth... I’m nice and faded too. I'll eat you up Yara I wish you were over my face right now. You like how nasty I’m texting you while you’re surrounded by your family? They don’t know their little Yara likes to get her pussy ate and fucked with a big dick.

“Shit,” Yara spoke to herself. She wrapped a single arm around her belly to calm her butterflies. Yes, she did enjoy the nasty talk in front of her family. They were too busy talking to notice how antsy Yara is and all the squirming she was doing to get friction on her clit. She couldn’t sit there anymore. 

“Leaving?” Kendra says to a few family members who are standing. After that others started filing out, saying their goodbyes and planning to do this again soon. Evette and Mike are all boo’d up, talking closely to each other. Yara stands, pulling her skirt down, and stepping over Evette’s feet to leave the fire pit.

“Going in, baby?” Kendra says.

“Yeah, I’m gonna take a quick shower and relax, love you mama.”

“Love you too, I’m making a big breakfast tomorrow.”

Yara looked at Erik who was sitting there with low eyes from being cross faded. She wanted him to follow her but that would be too obvious. She walked as quickly as possible back inside of the house. No one was around so she stopped in the kitchen to grab some water and take a breather. Yara could hear footsteps behind her. She turns, coming face to face with Erik. Yara looked towards the patio, wondering if anyone followed him in.

“They are still outside, bend over real quick.”

“Erik,” Yara was scared to do it so out in the open.

“It’s okay, just bend over for me...I just wanna take a peek, I know that pussy is wet.”

“I don’t know-

“Yara, I’m not playing with you. You’ve been teasing me all day let me see that pussy.”

Yara looks towards the door again before turning around, pressing her body against the counter. Yara brings one thick leg up onto the counter top, her denim skirt riding up to reveal hot pink panties. Yara pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and right there sitting fat, lips forming a shape of a heart was Yara’s pussy. She takes two fingers, spreading her sticky lips for Erik to see. 

“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” 

He was behind her quickly, his fingers rubbing up and down her pussy. Stepping away, Erik sucks on his fingers. 

“Soon as they leave I’m coming upstairs and I'm pounding that ass so good this whole house gon’ wake up.” 

Yara takes her leg down, fixing her skirt. She did it just in time when some other family members walked in, waving goodbye. When they leave, Yara and Erik laugh at almost being caught. 

________________

It was late, well past three in the morning. Yara was freshly bathed and in a T-shirt, her chocolate ringlets pulled up into a pineapple above her head. She knew her mom was probably in the kitchen doing some last minute cleaning so Yara didn’t want to look suspicious walking past her to go to Erik’s basement room. She had to wait another hour before texting Erik to come up stairs. 

Which room?

Yara leaves her door cracked.

The door is cracked. 

She tiptoed back to her bed after shutting off her bedroom lights, the only thing igniting her room is the glare from the TV. 

Is your mom still down stairs? I could have sworn I heard her in the kitchen. 

Yara took that as a sign to go check. She leaves her room at the same time her mother was walking down the hall with a glass of wine in her hand. 

“Still hungry?” Kendra asks her daughter.

“No, just thirsty, mama.” 

Kendra kisses her cheek before walking to her master suite, “Alrighty girl, goodnight, I’m gonna need it.” 

“Night, mama.” 

Kendra pushes her bedroom door opened, entering, then closing it shut all the way. Yara walks back to her room, picking up her phone to text Erik.

I’m coming down.

He instantly texts back.

Coming to me this time? Lol 

SHUT UP!

Yara grabs her phone, leaving her room. She made sure her door was closed, she didn’t expect her mother to come knocking this late. Yara makes her way to the large basement, walking past her step father’s man cave and the home gym. There, straight ahead with the door cracked is where Erik is staying. Yara pushes open the door slowly. Peeking her head inside. Erik is laying back on the bed with one foot hanging over the edge, the other propped up and swinging from side to side. He’s completely naked and Yara could see his used towel hanging on a hook behind the half bathroom door with a standing shower. 

“Quick close that door,” Erik whispers.

Yara closes it, walking fully into the room only lit with a small table lamp. Erik sat up on the edge of the bed, pulling Yara into his arms. Their lips and tongues battled feverishly with pent-up passions. Their hands began to caress and explore each other’s body. Yara’s soft backside felt good as he grabbed each cheek and pulled her tightly against his groin. Her hands roamed across the muscles of his back and up to his shoulders. Erik broke the kiss to pull Yara’s T-shirt up and over her body, nothing underneath. His eyes landed on the breasts that teased him all night. Her dark, thick buds were tasty as his tongue rolled across her taut nipples, setting off her sensual murmurs of approval. The contrast of Erik’s russet skin against Yara’s café-au-lait complexion provided the ideal blend of colors. 

“These big ass titties, and you ain’t have no bra on either,” Erik felt his bare dick wedge between the cheeks of Yara’s curvy ass.

“Why did you shrug about Lyric?” Yara asks while watching Erik suck on her titties. 

“You caught that? Girl...I ain’t worried about her so why are you bringing her up? She’s cute...what did you want me to do tell Mike that I’m fucking his sister instead?”

“You should have just said you weren’t interested, Don’t play with me, Erik,” Yara warns him.

“Girl? You need to calm the fuck down, better yet, get on your knees. Let’s see if that gag reflex is real...swallow all ten inches of this dick.”

Yara didn’t move quick enough so Erik gave her a little push, Yara finally getting down on her knees. Erik’s freshly washed dick was in her hand again and Yara wasted no time spitting on him to lube him up before fitting his dick down her throat. She made it to eight inches before pushing further, his ten inches all the way down her throat now.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Erik spoke with a sotto voice, “suck that nut out, girl.” 

Yara kept eye contact with Erik while she deep-throated him. She drew Erik’s dick from her mouth to spit on it some more. Yara repeated that gesture over and over, engulfing Erik’s throbbing dick then pulling it from her mouth. He tried to keep his grunts and moans as low as possible, but the danger of knowing that her mother was upstairs heightened the pleasure he was experiencing. Yara continued to moan while her lips were dragging up and down his dick. She starts using her tongue now, wiggling it under the tip of his dick. 

“Damn, Erik, it’s so thick.” She says wit spit hanging from her lips.

Her hot mouth devouring his dick caused Erik’s eyes to roll shut. Yara sucked it in and out of her mouth again, letting it pop each time she withdrew her mouth from the head. Yara played with his dick as if it were her own personal joystick. Yara worked her mouth down Erik’s elongated staff, taking more than half of it in.

“It’s too big for my mouth,” she announced after withdrawing from his saliva-coated shaft, “But, I have another hole that I know can handle it.” 

“Oh yeah? You make that sound like a challenge...drain my dick first and then we’ll see about that.”

Yara started sucking him into utopia again. Erik was reminded of her skills and it had him palming the back of her head so that he could fuck her throat. The entire night he had to conceal his hard dick in his jeans and when his dick is so stiff like that it pulsates painfully and his balls feel like their dragging. That means he’s going to cum damn near a bucket full until he’s fully emptied. 

“Good girl, I needed this so bad you don’t even understand...had me changing my plans just so I can spend time with you.”

“Mmm,” Yara moans.

“Yes, suck that shit baby, fuck, yes, that’s how you do it, milk this dick girl, fuck, Yara,” Erik was struggling to be in control that his hand left the back of her head to grip the edge of the bed, “good bitch suck daddy’s dick, do what you love, suck this dick.”

Yara continues to swallow Erik’s dick while looking him innocently in the eyes. His face scrunched up and that’s when his thick dick erupted in Yara’s mouth. Erik didn’t even give her time to drain him fully as he lifted her off of the ground, his dick still leaking cum. Erik falls back on the bed, his hands roughly squeezing her ass while pushing her hips forward so that she could climb on top of his face. Yara didn’t even sit on his face fully before Erik’s lips were wrapped around her clit. 

“Come on girl bounce that pussy on my tongue.”

Yara starts bouncing her ass, Erik’s thick, flat tongue swiping over her pussy each time she comes down on him. He ate her pussy like he craved that shit all the time. Erik’s hands are on Yara’s back, pushing her to keep those hips moving. She could feel nothing but lips and tongue down there. Now, Erik’s tongue is darting in and out of Yara’s pussy. Yara’s sexy voice moaning above him had his tongue flickering back and forth rapidly and applying so much pressure Yara is quivering and dripping all in his mouth. He wanted Yara to sit on his face all day and night 

“Daddy, can I squat on your face like this all weekend? I like the way you suck on my pussy.” 

“You know you got a place on my face, I’ll eat this pussy on sight,” Erik spoke briefly before he caused Yara’s pussy to drip on his tongue yet again. 

“Unh, shit!!!” Yara shouts. Good thing the walls are soundproof because she would have woken up the entire house. She continued to cum in Erik’s mouth while this pussy eating monster kept on licking, “Erik, baby, fuck.”

Erik ended it with a suck to her clit before lifting from between her legs. Beard soaked, Erik leans down to kiss her with a grab of her jaw before pushing her down on the bed. Erik is on his knees now, positioning Yara on her back. He brings both of her legs straight up, instructing for her to keep them in the air. He was mimicking that gif that he sent her. Yara peeked around her legs at him, watching Erik take his fat dick in hand before pushing it between her thighs so that she could feel how much tighter her pussy is in this position. Yara’s eyes look up at the ceiling with her mouth falling open. 

“That’s how I fucking do it baby,” he barked out.

“Umm, I love your hard dick,” Yara exclaimed while Erik strokes her, trying to push himself all the way in. He was having a hard time now with all her thigh meat so Erik spreads her thighs instead. The second he did that, Yara gasps, “oh, yes...yes-yes-yes-yes I feel that hard black dick,” her mouth went wide, “yes-yes-yes ummm fuck!!! You’re stretching the fuck out of my pussy,” Yara spoke through clenched teeth. Erik didn’t stop, that was a sign for him to pick up the pace and keep going.

“This is some deep pussy, you are creaming all over my dick, baby,” Erik struggled to keep her shaky legs open, “Stop all that shaking, girl,” Yara squealed over and over each time Erik bottomed out inside of her, “Yara, I’m not playing with you, keep that ass still so I can get in this pussy.” 

“Oh, shit,” Yara covered her face, “Daddy.” 

“You know you want it all, don’t fight it. Just lie there and let it happen. Say how much you want it all. ask daddy to pound my pussy and then see what happens.” 

Yara may be thick but her body is little and lithe compared to Erik’s. She was being folded in half and now Erik was really filling her up, his balls slapping her ass and everything. Erik has all the time in the world now since last time. His dick is so big and so good Yara was cumming on him with no control over her body. 

“Your mama ain’t raise no punk, you should see all this dick sliding in and out of this creamy fucking pussy,” Erik pulls out only to push himself back in fully, “when I say look I mean look, girl.” 

“Fuck,” Yara lifts her head from the bed to watch Erik fuck her.

“You see how I’m filling this little pussy?”

“Unh,” Yara’s head fell back against the bed. 

With each moan and shriek coming from Yara, Erik’s dick gets harder and bigger until it is swelled to a size that has Yara clawing at his abs. She’s going to keep cumming if he keeps this up.

“Yeah, fucking squeal, bitch you’re taking it all don’t care how much pain you’re in,” he was way past nice and easy, “Baby... daddy needs to train that pussy to take this dick when I go harder... you can’t always expect daddy to go slow you got some good pussy,” Yara squeals again, “I understand baby, just hold still and take it, you were doing so good...girl shut that shit up take this dick.”

She was cumming again. Yara pushes Erik away with her foot causing him to flip her on her stomach, arch her back, and then it was all she wrote. Erik has Yara’s hands behind her back, holding them softly, stroking her wrists with his thumbs but that dick was killing her pussy. That dick is literally in her ribcage. He was touching her cervix and she was squirting on him continuously like a running faucet. Pap, pap, pap, pap Was the sound of her cheeks just like the first time they fucked only this time Erik was going full throttle. 

“Taking this dick like a champ, hold it just like that ima cum in my pussy.” 

“Daddy, please cum,” Yara begged.

“I like how you sound begging me, take it baby, take it pretty girl, yesss, show daddy you can handle this dick, make daddy proud baby, that’s right, you a grown woman now right? Right? Show me how grown you are, throw that pussy back,” Yara gave it her all through her cries, “Mhm, fuck that dick.”

“Daddy, yes, fuck, please-please daddy!!!”

Yara tried but Erik was too impatient, hands on her hips now while he took control again. Yara was falling into the bed, losing her arch and Erik followed. He leans over her body, grabbing her by her jaw to kiss her while he stroked. She whimpered into his mouth the more his dick hammered her pussy and before she knew it he released her jaw, both of his hands planted on either side of her head. Yara grabs his wrists, her eyes squeezed shut and a multitude of moans rolling off of her tongue. Erik’s hips snapped into hers with speedy delight before he was cumming deep inside of her pussy. He slowed down, allowing Yara’s walls to grip him and drain him. 

“Yara, shit,” Erik pulls out, rubbing the tip of his dick on her ass. He stayed over her for another minute before falling back on his knees, wiping the sweat from his nose that dripped. Yara was too weak to move. 

“Yara, you good?” Erik asks while rubbing her back.

“I’m good,” She tried to move but her bottom half was paralyzed, “I don’t know how I’m gonna go back to my room now.” 

“Just sleep here, I’ll set my alarm for like two hours from now and then you can go back up.”

“If I do that then I’m never going to leave,” Yara gently turns on her back, “I am so sore right now.” 

“I’ll kiss your pussy,” Erik opens her thighs, “C’mere.”

Yara closes her eyes when Erik’s lips kiss her pussy. He started from her outer lips and then he went inward, holding her pussy lips open so he could kiss her inner folds and exactly over her aching hole. She could feel her legs being pushed back and that’s when she knew he was about to eat her pussy again. 

“Erik?”  she called to him with a questioning voice.

“It’ll get better...just be a good girl and cum in my mouth.” 

Yara gave in.

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(requested by calligomiles)

Ansel walked out of the Doctor’s office, nervous but optimistic. He- no, hang on, they literally just filled out the paperwork together - SHE was now recognized in official documentation and in PRTS as a female, although until the rest of the procedures were successful (which, knowing her co-workers, they would be) her biology and psychology weren’t entirely in agreement on that. Thanks to the support of the rest of Reserve Squad 4, however, the Cautus knew she could be confident in herself. This was right...even if she wasn’t sure what she’d tell her uncle the next time they saw each other. After all, he’d always said she was “the son he’d never had...”

With that mix of hope and trepidation weighing on hi- her, it’s no surprise that she accidentally walked smack into Rosa coming the other way down the hall to the Doctor’s office. “Ah! O-oh, Miss Rosa. My apologies.”

“Oh, I’m fine, Ansel.” The Ursus picked herself up before helping her Cautus collider. “Congratulations are in order, I hope?”

“Congratulations?” The Medic held onto her hand after she’d stood up.

Natalya smiled. “Logistics just got the email to make some changes to your paperwork going forward.”

“Oh, yes.” Ansel blushed. “It’s still a little hard to believe everyone’s okay with it, but everything’s gone well so far. I’m a little nervous about explaining things to my uncle, though.”

“Let me know if you want any help with that. I had to explain to my parents, too.”

The Cautus blinked. “You did? I never would have guessed.”

“I was fortunate they decided my mental health was worth the price.” She immediately regretted reminding herself of her family, but it was for a good cause. “Anyway, here - my phone number. If you need me, for anything at all, and I’m not in the Logistics office, send a message or call me.”

“Thank you, Miss Rosa. Were you going to see the Doctor?” She pulled out her cell phone to add the Ursus to her contacts on the spot.

The Sniper nodded. “I’m delivering a few reports and checking on the rest of the USSGG before I finish my lunch break.”

“Ah, then I won’t keep you.” The Medic put her phone away. “Enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Rosa.”

“You as well, Miss Ansel.” Both smiling, and the Cautus blushing, they went their separate ways.

Ansel spent the next few days (during her breaks) thinking about the inevitable conversation with her uncle, even though the only way that talk would happen was of her own initiative...at least, that’s what she thought until her uncle sent her a text: ‘Hey champ, how’s everything?’

“...*beep beep beep* *whrrrrrr*...Hello?” Natalya yawned on the other side of the line. “I hadn’t considered that you work the night shift.”

“My uncle texted me.”

A brief silence. “Give me five minutes and we can talk in my room.”

“Thank you.” Rosa hung up, leaving the Medic a moment to collect herself before telling Ptilopsis she had to take care of an urgent matter and leaving Medical. ‘I hope I’m not bothering her too much.’

‘I hope she doesn’t mind the mess,’ Natalya thought to herself as she tried to flatten out some of the wrinkles in her pajamas. Having done the best she could, the Ursus put on a kettle for tea and waited for the Cautus to arrive.

Just before the water’d finished boiling, there was a knock on the door. Rosa let her guest in before immediately going for teacups. “I put the kettle on for you, since I think a cup of tea could do us both some good. Any preference?”

“Low caffeine, please.” Ansel halfway collapsed into one of the three dining room table chairs available to her. “I’m sorry to wake you up this late, but I saw the message come in and I just...”

“You’ll never be a bother to me, Ansel, regardless of when your hour of need comes about. Honey?”

The Medic nodded. “Yes, thank- you have honey?”

“My physician prescribed it to me with a firmly regulated dosage, fret not.” She put a single drop in her own tea nonetheless, along with two cubes of sugar, before bringing both cups to the table. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can get you as you think of it.”

“Thank you, Rosa.” No need for the ‘miss’es at this point.

The Ursus took that informality one step further as she blew on her piping-hot drink. “You can call me Natalya, or Nat, or some variation if you like. If you don’t mind me cutting directly to business, you said your uncle texted you?”

“He did.” The Cautus pulled out her phone, opened the message, and set it on the table between them. “It’s a simple enough greeting, but him saying ‘Champ’ brought all the fear back, and I want to tell him. I want him to be happy for me, but...”

“You’re worried he won’t be.” A more than relatable experience for Rosa - she could practically feel the tightness in her chest from her own announcement.

She nodded, sighing as she inhaled some soothing tea-steam. “This does help. Yes, that’s exactly what worries me. I moved in with him originally because my father sent me to him, and since he didn’t have any kids of his own, I was the son he’d never had - or have, in fact. I have a few cousins on his side, but they’re also girls, just, you know.”

“I can see why that would complicate things for you.” The Sniper took a moment to consider her words. “Do you know what you want to say, as in the particular words?”

“I have a message drafted already. More than anything, I guess I just needed to not do this alone.”

Her words hung in the air for a moment as Natalya wiped a stray water droplet from her face. The steam must have precipitated on her face. “I can sit closer, if that would help?”

“...Yes, please.” They both stood up at the same time, hands on the backs of their chairs to move to where the other was seated. Ansel chuckled, and Rosa followed suit. “We’ll meet in the middle, then.”

“If you’d rather, there’s also the couch.” The Ursus pointed over to a loveseat across the apartment flanked by side tables.

The Medic glanced at her cup. “Can I take my tea with me?”

“I wouldn’t dream of disallowing it.” She walked her guest to the more comfortable seat, both with tea in hand, and set hers on the closer side table before settling down. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Mmhmm.” The Cautus took a deep breath, opened her phone...closed it, opened it again, another deep breath, and started typing.

As ‘I’m doing quite well. There is something I need to tell you...’ made its way across the world through the internet, Natalya gently set a hand on Ansel’s shoulder. “You’re doing great.”

“Thanks.” She took another deep breath, noticeably shaking. “Do you think-” *DING!*

“Go ahead.”

The Cautus blinked. “Alright...Here goes everything.” Notes tab, copy, paste, send.

“Now all that’s left is-” *DING!* “Ah. That was quick.”

“Quick, but- oh! He...he must’ve had his message prewritten, too. Did he expect this?...Uh-huh...Uh-huh...Ohhh, really? I had no idea. Wow.” Ansel took a minute or two to type a response before putting her phone away and sighing contentedly.

Rosa, who hadn’t been reading over her shoulder, waited patiently for a moment before asking, “What did he say?”

“Oh, right.” She blushed, invisible in the dim light cast from the dining room. “He said that my oldest cousin, his eldest daughter, recently started hormonal therapy.”

“What a coincidence,” Natalya observed with a smile.

That made the Medic blush harder. “He asked me to keep him posted, and to send Reisen a message, too, because he misses me. I...wow.”

“That’s wonderful.” The Sniper was restraining herself - she’d have shouted from sympathetic joy if it wasn’t so late at night. “I’m glad everything worked out.”

“Me, too.”

Another moment of silence, as the Cautus basked in her victory and the Ursus basked in the radiated satisfaction before eventually taking her hand off Ansel’s shoulder. “Anything you want to do right now?”

“I...Oh, right. It’s one in the morning.” She sighed. “You probably want to go back to bed, I’m guessing?”

“If you need to go, or if-” Rosa caught herself before finishing that thought.

A bit late, though, as Ansel cocked her head. “Or if?”

“No, just that. Now’s not even a remotely appropriate time for that other question.” Natalya’s face now matched the Medic’s, who now realized the incomplete thought in its entirety for herself.

“N-not that I would refuse on principle,” the Cautus managed after some internal deliberation, “but I um...It’s a little unexpected.”

The Sniper grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it. “I should go back to bed. Clearly I left my dignity with my sheets.”

“If that’s what you’d prefer, then I’ll head back to Medical, but I told them not to expect me.”

“You did?” Rosa dropped the pillow and cleared her throat. “Well, then, perhaps, if you’d like, we could maybe, potentially...cuddle?” Why did that word sound so childish right now?

Regardless, it was just about the best one she could’ve chosen. “I would like that.”

“Oh thank goodness.” Natalya lurched to her feet, reaching for Ansel’s hand as she did and finding it. “I’m sorry for being so immodest about this, truly it’s an unenviable position I just sort of thrust you into- not that that’s what I was thinking of when I asked, of course, I just, I, er...perhaps the honey was a mistake after all.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m tired, too.” The Cautus meant it, but there was a smile on her face as she said it that proved that wasn’t the entire story.

Frankly, Rosa was adorable when she was flustered.

#arknights #arknights fic #ansel (arknights) #rosa (arknights) #i'm so glad to be able to get to my true competency more lately #i mean i joke #but daaaaaaamn do i miss the days i had all the time i could want to write these fics

[cowboyx2]

The Opposites

Prt 2

Summary: Spencer has to pick you up with the rest of the team.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: swearing

A/N: I wanted to be write another little story about this reader. Enjoy this my lovelies!!

Spencer sat in the back of Derek’s car, with JJ and Emily sitting beside him whilst Penelope sat in front with Derek. With the semi quiet car Spencer easily heard his phone ringing. He swiftly answered “What did you do?” He heard you scoff on the other end “Ok piss baby, what’s with the attitude?” He rolls his eyes slightly amused at one of your many nicknames for him. “I’m fine. What do you need?”

You scrunch you’re nose “Normally I would be offended that you just assume I need something. But I do, specifically a ride.” Spencer’s eyes dart to Derek who’s not paying attention to the phone call at all. “Y/N, I’m in the car with my team. I ca-“ you immediately cut him off “Nuh uh! You owe me, I picked you up from work last week.” He sighs directly into the phone to piss you off.

“Fine. Where are you?” You laugh its brief but it already instills worry in Spencer. “I’m on the highway!” Spencer eyes widen as he sputters out a sentence “How in the hell-“ he sighs again. “You know what whatever.” With a quick thanks he hangs up.

It didn’t take much convincing to get Derek Morgan to pick you up. He was a naturally caring person but this time his actions were fueled with curiosity. The car comes to a stop at the sight of you sitting on the side of the highway. “Hey!” You call out opening the door. Spencer’s eyes immediately go to your hands. “Why the hell do you have hubcaps?” JJ and Emily share a look of concern before you can answer. “I didn’t steal em if your wondering! Being a street artist doesn’t pay much you know, you gotta have a side hustle.” You nod while Spencer shakes his head.

—————

Cramming into the car was difficult to say the least. The car was full but you managed to squeeze in. Your back was pressed against the door with your legs on top of Spencer. “So where are we headed?” Your eyes dart around the car but ultimately land on Dereks through the car mirror. “Rossi’s, we have team dinners on the weekends.” Your grin turns mischievous “That’s just the perfect setting to tell some embarrassing stories.” Spencer slaps your leg knowing you would stop at nothing to embarrass him.

He then mumbles something only you can hear. “In my defense I was drunk! You were fine, not a single broken bone!” You quipped annoyed at what he mumbled. Your outburst got the attention of everyone in the car and a scoff from your friend. “Uhm what are you two talking about?” JJ turns in her seat to face you, her facial expression is mostly concerned.

You let out some air through your nose “Spencer and I like to hang out on top of this building near his place. We were both drunk one time and he was pissing me off so I pushed him. I didn’t expect him to fall off the roof!” Spencer glares at you and furrows his brows. “What did you expect? You fucking-“ Derek parks the car at Rossi’s mansion. The abrupt stop sends you flying into the back of Penelope’s seat. “Fuck you, dickwad!”

——————

Once showing up at Rossi’s they needed a longer explanation which you gladly gave. Spencer didn’t agree with your analysis but of what happened which resulted in a lot of bickering. You had a lot of fun though wether it was telling them embarrassing stories like how you once got Spencer high or just listening to them tell their own.

By the end of the night you and Spencer sat outside on the porch chatting. “She’s a little unconventional but she makes him happy.” Emily smiled sitting next to the team watching them through the window. “I’m glad he has someone else for support. It’s good to have someone who isn’t in our line of work.” Hotch let a small smirk settle on his lips. The rest of the team nods in agreement.

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[stars-in-my-universe]

Every Lie That You Told Prt.3-Tyler Seguin

Note: Part 3 everyone! I appreciate all of your guy’s feedback so much, I didn’t expect you guys to love this series as much as you guys do! Unfortunately there will be one more part after this and that’ll be a wrap. Please continue with the feedback and the love, you all are great! Im sorry if this is trash, I hope it’s not but if it is feel free to let me know! 

Warnings: Smut and cussing. 

Part 1

Part 2

“Fuck Tyler,” your hips immediately shot up from the bed as he had slide two fingers into you making your thighs shake a bit. You two had been going at it for awhile now, he had invited you over this morning after you had come back from a short graveyard shift. You two had slept for a couple of hours and you had woken up to him kissing your neck and grinding against your ass, hard on very apparent. 

Between the heated kisses and the lingering hands it all lead into him sliding into you and both of you cumming with each other and then him sliding down your body, making you cum again with just his tongue. You were on your third orgasm now as you could feel the pressure in your lower tummy increase.

“Tyler, you’re gonna make me cum.” You were arching your back, trying to get his fingers deeper but also trying to wiggle away, the attention on your sore cunt all too much. 

“That’s the plan baby,”

You risked a look up at him and saw him staring down at where his fingers were disappearing into you, eyebrows raised and the sound of your wetness echoing throughout the room. You could feel it in your body, down your spine all the way to your toes, the warmth of the orgasm spreading through you. It was a slow one, one that spread through your bones and took over making your legs shake and you gasp out gripping onto whatever you can. 

When you reopened your eyes Tyler was laying next to you smiling, both of you panting hard. You smiled back at him, but groaned when you heard the dogs bark outside the door.

“It’s okay, I got it. Take a nap, I’ll come Back up when I’m done letting them out.” You sighed as he leaned over to kiss you and you watched as he got up sliding on a pair of shorts, and leaving the room.You couldn’t help but admire the tattoos on his arms and chest the way his back muscles moved when he put the shorts on made your thighs clench together. You had just cum back to back and yet you still wanted more. He sent you a smirk and made his way out of the room whistling for the dogs to follow him. 

Even though You were still in your post orgasm state  you knew in the back of your mind you should’ve ended this awhile go. After he had came to Your apartment that night after your date, the argument you two had escalating into him going down on you and then proceeding to make you cum on your kitchen table then your couch, then ending up in bed;  he had stayed over and woke you up with breakfast. 

He then proceeded to kiss you goodbye and told you he’d be back later on tonight which he kept his word. You realized this was as close to a relationship You were going to get with him right now and you couldn’t lie, it made you forget about his fear of commitment.

It had only been about two weeks but His phone was also never Blowing up anymore, he would still go out but he was never seen with a girl in his lap and you hadn’t seen the cute Blonde hanging out with him either. He may not have fully Committed to you but you could see the small signs that showed he was at least going to try until maybe he was ready. And you were debating if you should hang on to that a little longer or just leave. 

You were shaken out of your thoughts when the door opened again and cash jumped on the bed, the black lab immediately licking your face and making you squeal. Where as Gerry was Tyler’s favorite no matter what he said, he was, cash and Marshall always had a soft spot for you and you adored both of them to no end, to the point where you made Tyler put cash on a diet so he could lose weight.

“Sorry he beat me up here. For a fat dog he sure can run.”

You pouted at Him.

“Don’t call him fat you’re going to give him a complex.” Tyler laughed and shook his head, sitting down next to you on the bed. Cash laid happily in front of you as you pet the dog’s fur and rubbed his ears. You sighed as you felt Tyler’s finger trace over your bare shoulder and down your back.

“So. There was something I wanted to ask you.” You looked over at Tyler, his curls a mess, his lips a dark Pink and his shirtless chest on display, the tattoos covered in the light layer of sweat from your recent activities.

“Yes?”

“So this Thursday is casino night, for the Stars. I was wondering if you wanted to go with me, as my date?”

You stared at him wide-eyed. This was new; he never really asked you out anywhere, this was a formal event. His teammates and their wives and girlfriends would be there.

“I mean if you don’t work, if you do that’s cool to- it’s fine. I’m just-“ you nodded, you could tell with your lack of answer he was getting nervous. No one ever really said no to Tyler Seguin, and today was no different. 

“Yeah, I’ll go with you.” You watched as smile

Slowly Make its way on his face. His cheeks and ears had a light flush to them making you bite your lip.

“Just text me a time I should be ready by and what color I should wear.” Tyler shook his head.

“Send me your sizes for shoes and dresses and I’ll grab everything else.”

You gave him a weary look. You hated when he bought you stuff.

“It’s just one night and I did invite you. Come on, y/n.” You sighed and nodded, you might as well considering all that he’s put you through.

“Alright fine, you win Seguin. Now move, I  gotta get up and go home. I got work early tomorrow!” You let out a squeal as he grabbed your ankle sliding you to the edge of the bed and without blinking he lifted you onto him, his hands supporting your butt and your arms immediately Going around his neck.

“But if we shower together...we can save water and time.” You rolled your eyes but as you felt the hard on very apparently against you’re thigh how could you say no?

X-x 

“Can I get an upside down iced Machiato please?” You ordered your drink and walked over to the side counter of the Starbucks to wait for your name to be called. 

You didn’t have much plans today, just wanted to grab a quick coffee and maybe go on a target run for the basic necessities. The thing is the universe had a funny way of switching up your plans.

“It’s you.” You turned around when you heard a voice, unsure if they were talking to you or someone else. But as soon as you saw the blonde you knew, she was definitely talking to you. 

“You’re Chelsea.” It wasn’t a question, you remembered the blonde.

“Yeah, you’re y/n. How could I forget?” You winced at her words. Where the hell was your drink? 

You didn’t really Know what to say, you knew Tyler hadn’t called her in awhile, considering he had been with you almost every other night. 

“You think you did it don’t you?” You gave her a curious look.

“Excuse me?” She was angry, the fire in her eyes could not be mistaken for anything else.

“You think you tamed him, that he’s finally ready to settle down. Let me guess, did he go over to your apartment and tell you how he’s not ready for commitment but if he was he’d be in a relationship with you?” You felt your heart drop to your stomach. He had a girlfriend. Fuck boy. You could feel the words sliding in and out of your mind.

“You’re the reason why he called us off though, you’re no different though Y/n. We’re pretty much the same, you want him, I want him. But he’s never going to change and you know that. He’s never going to grow up.” There it was, all the insecurities you had brushed off, all your fears were standing right in front of you in the Starbucks of downtown Dallas, in the form of a cute little blonde.

“I did everything right, I cooked for

Him after his road trips, I took care of the dogs, I did whatever he wanted, and then he shows up

To your apartment begging for you to not end it-“ 

“How do you know that-'' she let out  a sick laugh. The one that you knew people used even though nothing was really funny.

“Oh sweetie, you don’t think he ended it right away did you? He came over after he left you, I could smell someone else’s body spray on him. I begged him to not end it, it didn’t work clearly. But I did get to sleep With him one last time.”

You felt your blood run cold. Not even hours after you two had fucked, he had gone to a different girl and fucked her too. You could feel the air leave your lungs and all you wanted to do was get out of there.

“Let me guess y/n? He’s taking you to casino night, yeah he invited me weeks ago before he broke it off between us.” You wanted to throw up. Chelsea probably saw the disgust on your face because she shook her head and sighed.

“You don’t deserve him, especially because you’re never home. Why do you think he found me, he was single and So are you, but you’re not home enough to give Him the attention he needs. You know Tyler, you know how much he loves the attention and praise. Which is why it blows my Mind that he ended it.” At this point you justed wanted your drink and to get the hell out of there, you could feel your anxiety start to spike and the hurt run through you,

“Let Him go, Y/n. For good. End the arrangement you two have and let him find someone who can fulfill his needs. There’s a reason why he hasn’t settled down with you, if he hasn’t by now, he probably never will.” You could feel the sting of the tears in your eyes and you wanted nothing more then to go Home and never come out again. 

“Y/n!” The barista yelled out your name and without thinking  you grabbed the coffee off the counter and gave a glance back at Chelsea.

“It was nice to meet You again, have a good one Chelsea.”

You didn’t comment on anything she said nor did you give her a second glance as you pushed the door of the coffee shop open and practically sprinted out of there. 

The tears were falling freely now, your chest felt tight and you didn’t know how you were feeling. You were toying between the line of pissed off, embarrassed and hurt.  Your phone blared from your pocket making you jump and pull it out. Glaring at the screen you sent the call to voicemail, placing the phone on silent you knowing Tyler was going to keep calling and you just wanted to think things through before you completely Lost it. 

It was as if the universe thought today would be the day you ran into everyone because as you wiped your eyes trying to pull Yourself Together, you heard your name Being called. You looked up and you felt like you wanted to die. 

“Hey, Josh.” You smiled up at the man you never called back after the first date because you were too busy riding Tyler into next week.

“Hey! You never called me back after the zoo.”

The guilt settled in your stomach and you wanted nothing more for this day to be over. 

“Yeah sorry, I just- I uh, its complicated-“ 

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with the reason why you’re holding your untouched macchiato and crying?” You looked up at him and frowned, were you that obvious? Before you could stop

The tears were leaking out of the corner of your eyes.

“Oh no, hey I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it!” You sniffled a bit and shook Your head.

“It’s just a mess, I’m a mess. I should go.” You went to walk away but stopped when josh reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“Hey, let me take you to your apartment. I can just drop you off or if you want I don’t know I can stick around for a bit, you can tell me about him...as friends.” You looked up at Him, you knew you looked like a mess but the way josh was looking at you, his blue eyes wide with worry and his head cocked to the side a bit. Something about him made you not able to say no.

Which is how you ended up with your phone on your coffee table, the both of you sitting side by side on the couch, Josh listening intently as you spilled everything about Tyler. Every time your phone lit up You knew Tyler was either trying to call you or text you and you still had no desire to look at the texts or call back. 

You had gotten back to the apartment and changed into a sports bra with a tank top and yoga pants, it was your usual go to relaxation outfit. You had offered josh some food or drink which he declined, leaving you to sit next to Him, no distractions or barriers just you, this man you barely Knew and the truth. 

As you told Him everything, you felt stupid and even more embarrassed as to why you let this man run your life. Josh sighed at the end of it and shook His head.

“If you ask Me he doesn’t deserve you, at all. He has a real Good thing in front of him. However, I think your feelings run deeper then just sex and lust for Him.” You closed your eyes and put your head in your hands, you knew he was right.

“I’m sorry Josh, I just needed someone to talk to That didn’t know him, a clean slate to vent to.” He sent you a small smile and shrugged.

“I told You I liked you y/n but I knew neither of us were looking for Something serious. I don’t mind just being your friend, sometimes those are Harder to come By.” You looked up at him and set him a small smile.

“You can either let Him go, or tell him He needs to Make a decision. He can’t keep

Having his cake and eating it too.” You nodded knowing he was right but not really sure how you were willing to let him go, because deep down your feelings ran a lot deeper than even you expected. 

“I’m going to go to the restroom real quick feel free to eat any of my food or anything. It’s the least I can do for making you listen to me for the past two hours.” Josh let out a laugh and shook his head.

“You’re sweet, Y/n. You don’t need to repay in food.” You sent him a small smile and got up to go pee. 

You really did wish you could’ve kept the friendship with Tyler physical, just good sex. But of course your feelings decided why keep it easy?

And for a split second you let yourself imagine what it would be like if Tyler wasn’t in the picture and you had met Josh. Josh was perfect, he was sweet, kind, funny, athletic but in a different way rather than hockey. He knew what he wanted, he was open and willing to even just be your friend. In another life, you two would probably be able to work out. Unfortunately this life was different and nothing was that easy. 

You finished up in the bathroom, making sure to wipe your eyes and make yourself look a little less of a mess. 

“Alright now that you’ve heard my sob story it’s time for yours! Whose the-'' You weren’t prepared to walk into the living room and see Josh standing by the front door, leaning against the door frame looking completely calm and collected while the other body standing in the doorway looked the complete opposite.

Tyler stood there, glaring at Josh who was now looking at you. You could tell Tyler was trying to hold it together, the hockey player never got mad but the look on his face told you he was more than likely pissed the fuck off. You didn’t know what to feel , you were full of emotions but more importantly you could feel the anger, the rage toward Tyler and as to why he was even in your apartment. 

“Who the hell is this guy, Y/n? And why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone.” You glared at him, his gaze finally falling onto you. 

“Josh was just leaving, Tyler.” Josh shook his head and sent you a look.

“I’ll see you later Y/N. Call me if you need anything.” You sent him a grateful smile and watched him push past Tyler without even giving him a second glance. Tyler scoffed and walked fully inside your apartment still waiting for your answer.

“Are you going to tell me who this strange man was in your apartment?” You shook your head.

“He was a friend, but you Tyler. You know all about being friends, or having them if you will.” He looked thoroughly confused. 

“What the hell are you-”

“I ran into Chelsea, yeah Chelsea. You know the blonde friend you ended things with after you slept with me and after you went and stuck your dick in her!” The stinging was starting behind your eyes making them start to water. 

“Fuck, Y/n.” You shook your head.

“How many lies, Tyler? How many lies?” You stared at him, the silence deafening especially because he still hadn’t said anything. How many times were you going to do this to yourself, how many times were you going to believe him?

‘He doesn’t deserve you at all…’ Josh’s voice rang through your head. 

‘You can either let him go or tell him to make a choice.’ 

“Y/n, you have to let me explain all of this, please.” You knew what you needed to do, you knew what you had to say but thinking it and doing it were two completely different things. You could hear Tyler talking still, begging you to hear him out, but you didn’t know how much more your heart could take. Without any warning, you did what you had to, you took a breath and the next words that left your mouth surprised you but from the look on his face, you knew it surprised  him more.

“I’m sorry, Tyler. I can’t do this anymore.” He had stopped talking and was looking at you, wide eyed and desperate.

“We’re done.”

x-x

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