#he opens his mouth and i twirl my hair around my finger and bat my eyes

[shadowdaddies]

What do you think about spoiled reader who's parents gave her everything she wanted she never even had to lift a finger BUT when she started dating azriel he shows her it doesn't work like that with him. Az can't stand brats, especially spoiled rich ones like reader, so he educates her🙏🙏🙏🙏

well anon I hope you wanted this to be smut because I see “brat” and “Azriel” in the same sentence and my brain says ✨brat tamer✨. Here’s a kinktober present for you all. I need to go run a lap

Spoiled

Azriel x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut below the cut, shadow play, light bondage, d/s dynamics, pussy spanking, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, minors dni

“No” wasn’t a word you heard often in your life. On the rare occasion someone dared say the word to you, you easily used your doe eyes and pouty lips to get what you wanted in the end. 

When you started dating Azriel, you realized it wouldn’t be so simple to get your way with him. He didn’t fall for the act you put on, and it only made you more determined to test his resolve. 

When he arrived to your apartment for the casual night in he’d planned, he found you in a nice dress and heels, your hair in ribbons and makeup done for a night out. Azriel frowned, “why are you dressed up, angel? You look incredible, but I thought we’d planned to stay in tonight.”

You batted your eyelashes at him as you drew your hands up his torso, resting them on his chest as you pouted up at him. “I know Azzy, but I wanted to go out for a nice dinner. Don’t you want me to have a nice night?”

Azriel’s eyes flickered for a moment as he processed your words. He looked down at you with a steely gaze that caused you to shift on your feet. He let out a dark chuckle, “do you think I don’t see through your act, angel? You might be able to pull that stunt on other males, but it won’t work here. We’d agreed to a night in.” He observed you as you huffed, opening your mouth to try again when he cut you off. “You are a spoiled brat. I think you need someone to put you in your place.” You squeezed your thighs together at his words, unable to stop the blush that spread over your cheeks as you imagined him doing just that. 

Azriel’s eyes darkened as he scented your arousal. He groaned, “is that what you need? For me to show you what a spoiled brat deserves?” You whimpered, barely able to form words as you whispered, “yes, Az.”

Before you had time to register what was happening, Azriel grabbed your hands from his chest, twirling you around so that your wrists were pinned behind your back. He pulled the ribbon from your hair, using it to secure your wrists in place. He leaned down to murmur in your ear, “not too tight, angel?”

You smirked before feigning a wince, “actually, Azzy, it is too tight. Maybe you should try better.” Azriel picked up on your teasing tone, yanking you back into his chest as he angled your chin so that you were looking at him. “Use your safe word if you’re actually uncomfortable.” Azriel threw you unceremoniously over his shoulder, laying a light smack on your ass. “That attitude just made your punishment worse, angel.” He carried you back into your bedroom and tossed you on the bed, where his shadows immediately took hold of your wrists and ankles, spreading you out on the mattress.

Azriel took several moments to watch you struggle against the restraints before asking, “would you like to make this easier on yourself, and apologize for being a brat?” You gave him a haughty look and let out a soft laugh. You refused to give in so easily. “No, Az, I am not sorry. Actually, I think you should be apologizing to me for not taking me out when I bought a new dress just for tonight.” 

Azriel began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the side as he slowly made his way to the foot of the bed. “We’ll see about that, pet.” Azriel grabbed your ankles just above where his shadows held them in place and with a feather light touch, slowly dragged his hands up to the hem of your dress. “You won’t be needing this anymore, seeing as you’re not going anywhere tonight,” he said, climbing over you to roughly tug the dress over your head, shadows quickly returning your hands above your head once you were undressed. 

Azriel moved back down your body dragging one finger down the center of your bare chest until he reached the top of your underwear. He ripped the garment straight from your hips and you gasped, “Azzy! I really liked those,” you pouted. Azriel brought his hand down hard on your pussy, causing you to yelp as he looked into your eyes, “it’s ‘sir’ tonight, not Azzy. Consider the underwear part of your punishment.” He began softly rubbing circles over your clit as he continued, “I have counted seven times you’ve been a brat tonight. You will count the next six spanks out loud and thank me for them.” 

Azriel brought his hand down on your cunt again, causing you to gasp and writhe beneath him. You refused give him the victory of counting out loud for him, so you said nothing. Azriel cocked a challenging eyebrow at you, waiting for the count that never came. “My darling brat, I can do this all night,” he said as he delivered another smack to your pussy, your back arching with the mix of pain and pleasure this time. The next time he spanked you, he sent some of his shadows to swirl your breasts, their cool caress at odds with the stinging from your punishment. It was too much and yet not enough, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Azriel delivered another strike that sent a jolt through you and you cried out, “ONE! Fuck, one, Az.” You caught your breath just to see Azriel with a wicked grin on his face, “angel, I believe you are forgetting something if you want that to count.” 

Your eyes widened as you realized. You stared at Azriel for a moment, debating if it was worth continuing your punishment just to defy him again. Grudgingly, you huffed, “thank you, Sir.” Azriel rubbed your thigh as he cooed, “good girl. See now, I can be reasonable. I’ll let you decide: would you rather I carry out the rest of your punishment like this, or put that smart little mouth of yours to good use?” He stood up from the bed as his shadows slithered down to brush your sensitive pussy, and you practically screamed, “use me, sir. Fuck, please use my mouth.”

You felt the shadows release your wrists and ankles, and you sat up to look at Azriel who was standing with his arms folded across his chest. “On your knees, angel,” Azriel said, pointing to the floor in front of him. You moved to the edge of the bed. “Azzy, do I have to get on the floor? The bed is so much more comfortable,” you said, winking at him. Azriel leveled you with a hard stare before reaching out his hand for you to grab. You put you hand in his, pouting as you climbed off the bed for him. You brought your hands to his pants to untie the front laces, when his shadows again grabbed your wrists and pulled them together behind your back as they dragged you to your knees. Azriel looked down at you, ordering in a sickening sweet tone, “you may untie them with your teeth.”

You obeyed, leaning forward and doing your best to untie his pants with your mouth before leaving an open mouthed kiss to his hard cock through his underwear. Azriel helped take his pants off the rest of the way, and you wasted no time licking up the sensitive vein of his shaft. You took his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue and dipping it into the slit at the top. “Stop teasing,” Azriel gritted out as he brought his hand to the back of your head, guiding you as you took more of him into your mouth. You began bobbing in tandem with Azriel’s soft thrusts, looking up at him with wide eyes. Azriel looked down at you, bringing his other hand up to rub soft circles on your cheek. “There’s my good girl,” he whispered. 

His praise encouraged you to work him harder, circling your tongue around him when you could. You felt him twitch in your mouth and knew he was close, so you took him as deep as you could, gagging when he hit the back of your throat. Azriel came with a roar, spilling down the back of your throat. You greedily cleaned him up with your tongue before he lifted you to your feet, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Lay back on the bed, angel,” he whispered to you. You began crawling backwards up the bed before Azriel grabbed your legs, spreading them as he left open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. 

He stilled his movements when he reached your center, looking up at you as he blew a cool breath over your clit. You whined, “Az-sir, please. I’ll be good, I promise.” He smirked and dove in, sucking your clit hard as he brought up his hand to curl a finger inside you. You gasped and moaned beneath him, your hands reaching to grab his hair. Azriel groaned in approval, sending a vibration through you that left you breathless. Azriel added a second finger at the same time he switched to kitten licks against your clit, and you cried out as you hit your orgasm hard. Your legs were shaking as Azriel licked his fingers clean, moving up your body to settle himself in between your legs. “Are you okay, angel?” Azriel asked as he swept your hair out of your face. “Yes, Az. I need you inside me, please,” you responded, pulling him down to kiss you. 

Azriel pushed into you, both of you moaning at the feeling. He moved at a gentle pace, watching your expression closely and leaving kisses all over your face. You smiled up at him mischievously, “can you please take me harder, Sir?” That was all it took for Azriel’s restraint to snap, and he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder as he began pounding into you at a relentless pace. You gripped his shoulders, leaving behind scratches as you chanted his name over and over, reaching your peak quickly as your legs began to shake again. Azriel followed close behind, filling you up before he pulled out and laid down next to you.

You snuggled into his chest and hummed your contentment as he brushed his fingers through your hair. Azriel gave you a sidelong glance, “I don’t suppose you’ll be more inclined to behave now, will you?” You giggled, “no, Az. I think I’m more inclined to be bratty if this is the treatment I get.”

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel x you #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #azriel fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel x female!reader #azriel x reader smut #kinktober #acotar kinktober #azriel smut #azriel imagine #acotar x reader

[so-starz]

˗ˏˋ⭒ kisses with shotaro!⭒´ˎ˗

wc: 0.98k+ | genre ? fluff, cw ? none!

types of kisses series [1/7] - routine kisses, gentle makeouts, lazy mornings

shotaro x gn! reader

⋆ note: new series!! excited for this one

you feel his hair tickling your face before you're even awake enough to open your eyes. the smell of his shampoo wraps around you like a blanket, and you hum with contentment as you snuggle further into the sheets. his heavy arm is draped across your middle, lithe fingers softly playing with the hem of your shirt, your head tucked into the crook of his neck to hide away from the sun shining through the blinds.

“baby? you awake yet?” a voice speaks just above a whisper, still coated with a layer of sleep, and you can already feel the hint of a smile creep onto your lips at the sound.

“no. ‘m still asleep,” you murmur back, wanting to savor this moment for as long as you possibly can. you feel shotaro’s chest vibrate with quiet laughter at your antics, his fingers splaying out against your back to hold you impossibly closer to him.

“okay. then i’m still asleep too,” he replies, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head. you bite your lip to repress the giant smile that’s slithered onto your lips, shaking your head a bit in response.

“actually, i am awake. i haven’t given you your kiss yet.”

at the sound of your words, shotaro pulls back with an exaggerated humph. as you open your eyes to meet his, those sparkingly brown ones are already on you, watching as you move away from his chest to sit up. you rub your eyes with your fist, giggling when he wraps you up in his arms to pull you back on top of him, chest to chest now.

“was waiting for you to wake up. you know i can’t start my day without a kiss,” he speaks with a little smile; one that bunches up his eyes in the corners in that way that you love. you lean down to kiss his cheek a few times before cupping the side of his face.

“what time is it?” you ask, and a sheepish look falls onto shotaro’s face at the question, his nose scrunching up cutely.

“almost 11…” he admits quietly. 

you let out a tiny gasp, lightly swatting his chest. “taro! you have to go to work!” 

shotaro pouts at your response, shaking his head against the pillow as he gazes up at you.

“i need my kiss first.”

you can’t help but melt at the pleading eyes he sends you, and you reach up to brush some of his messy hair away from his face. his perfect, perfect face. every day, you wonder how you were so lucky to be loved by such an amazing person. 

“why didn’t you just wake me up? you big baby,” you mumble, pinching his cheek. he sticks his tongue out at you and you do the same to him. 

“didn’t want to,” shotaro speaks after a moment. “you looked too pretty.”

“am i still pretty now that i’m awake?” you exaggeratedly bat your eyelashes at him, effectively earning another laugh from his lips.

“you’re pretty no matter what. my pretty baby,” and his voice drips with such unexpected sincerity, your stomach swarms with butterflies. “c’mere.”

finally, he reaches up to trail his fingers against the sensitive skin of your neck before gently tugging you down to meet his lips. 

shotaro’s lips are warm and plush against yours, and you feel your heart clench in all the right ways as he kisses you. every kiss always feels like the first, your head beginning to grow foggy as you soak him in. his thumb faintly strokes the back of your neck and he tilts his head a bit to press closer to you—like your body being on top of his was simply not enough. 

your mind spins and twirls with adoration when his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, silently asking permission for your lips to part. he cradles you as if you are a piece of fine china, his hand leaving your neck to find your waist, holding you against him. you can feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt and he sighs into your mouth, his limbs growing lax when you reach to rest your palm against his chest.

you knew that if you kept going at this rate, shotaro would never leave your side, so with a few tiny kisses to the corner of his mouth, you slowly pull away from him. 

“noooo!” shotaro whines dramatically, sprawling out on the sheets like a starfish. “this isn’t fair.”

“life isn’t fair, babe,” you giggle, leaning down to kiss him on the nose. “you have to go now.”

“don’t wanna…” shotaro huffs, trying to tug you back toward his lips. you smile as you give him another tiny kiss before rolling to the other side of the bed. shotaro is quick to follow you, but you stop him with a soft push to his chest.

“if you don’t go, then how are you gonna get your after-work kiss, hm?” you ask, cocking your head to the side. shotaro scrunches up his nose at you before deflating.

“you’re right,” he sighs. “one more kiss? for motivation?”

rolling your eyes fondly, you grab his chin and give him one long, sweet kiss. when you break away, there’s a goofy grin on his face that puts the sun to shame. 

shotaro reaches up to brush his thumb over your cheek fondly. “see you this evening, baby. i’ll call you during my break, okay?” 

“okay. i love you,” you yawn, snuggling into the sheets again.

“i love you,” he says back, but makes no move to leave once he sees you falling asleep again. “now i really don’t want to go.”

“taro, go!” you swat at him blindly through your laughter, trying to push him out of the bed.

“fine, fine! i love you! you’re so beautiful! i’ll miss you! and you better answer my call or i’m coming home early! i love yo-”

“taro!”

MASTERLIST

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©️SO-STARZ

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[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Bondage. Blindfolding. Manhandling. Degradation. Rough sex. Mean Scara with a dash of Soft Scara at the end.

a/n: I took a little more time on this than I expected.

Scaramouche's smirk widened when he saw you shiver, rubbing your thighs together as he tightly blind your wrists together. Giving the knot a good yank, his fingers brushed down between your eyes and over the blind fold darkening your sight.

His cock was hardening at the sight of you bound and blind folded. This was a new way for him dominant you. "Now I am in complete and utter control," He said huskily, glaring down you with lust filled eyes that you couldn't see.

"I can yank you around as I please," Scaramouche taunted, sitting on the edge of the bed. Giving the slack a good yank (he preferred to think of a leash of sorts), he drug you into the floor, pulling you up onto your knees.

"You like being tied up and used like this, don't you, slut?" He brought your arms to drape over his lap, pushing your head down. "Open up and start sucking," He pushed his cock into your waiting mouth.

Your tongue lapped and curled around his cock, moaning happily as you began to suck. Scaramouche twirled the end of the leash between his fingers, his free hand gripping your hair, holding your head in place, ruthlessly pushing his cock deep into your throat.

You gagged, coughing as you choked. Scaramouche laughed. He dearly wished he could see the tears burning in your eyes. He gave you a few moments to adjust to breathing through your nose, the impatient scoff that you heard him emit while he waited soon melt into in a husky groan of pleasure when you started sucking.

"That's my good girl," His grip on your hair loosened for a few moments, his fingers stroking lovingly through your hair. You nuzzled your cheek against his pelvis, returning his affection.

The way it looked worshipping to him made him melt.

Pulling your hair, he guided his cock out of your mouth, relishing in the sight of your drool running down his cock. "Ha, what a slut you are, drooling happily all over my cock like that," Scaramouche held your head in place, pushing his cock halfway into your mouth before pushing down on your head, forcing it all the way inside your mouth.

Your mouth became nothing but a tool for him to get off on. You sucked as best you could, letting him guide the pace of your head, lapping and flattening your tongue, sucking obediently.

"What a good fuck toy I have, sucking me off like a total whore," He moaned, fucking himself into your throat as he pleased, his cock squelching in and out of your mouth. "Fuck, I am close to coming down your stupid, slut throat." He babbled, panting moans of pleasure poured unabashed from him, making him glare down at you a little for making him sound so vulnerable.

You swallowed, feeling cum ribbon into your throat. You sucked until Scaramouche felt he was satisfied.

"Okay, kitten, let's take a feel at how wet you are for me, hm?" He said, pulling on the "leash", he pushed you onto the bed, batting your legs apart impatiently.

You gasped in pleasure, bucking your hips needily into his fingers as they searched and rubbed between your dripping folds, your clit throbbing with need. Your feeling of sensation was heightened from your vision being obscured.

Scaramouche plunged three fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of you a few times before pulling them out. "It astounds me how wet you get from me degrading you. Your greedy cunt was already clenching around my fingers, begging me to fuck you raw. What a shameless slut you are."

Holding both of your bound wrists above your head, Scaramouche was inside of you with a harsh snap of his hips, not even giving you time to adjust to his sudden penetration.

Putting a hand on your throat, his fingers prodding at your windpipe as he slammed his cock in and out of you. His teeth bit harsh and indiscriminate, determined to leave deep imprints in your skin.

You screamed in pleasure, writhing down against the bed. Your fingernails dug into your palms, your legs wrapping around him, pushing his cock deeper inside of you.

"That's my good girl, my precious kitten, letting me use her as I please. Complete and utter subservience. Archons, I fucking treasure you so much," Scaramouche groaned, tearing his teeth from your flesh to nuzzle into your neck.

It only took a few more harsh snaps of his hips before he came, his pace never relenting until your orgasm washed over you, only pulling out of you when your pleasured whimpers sounded the sweetest in his ears.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader

[rubyreduji]

[minors dni] [read part 1 and part 2] [no one asked for this it's just been plauging my mind despite my mixed feelings on this series]

you scowl at your refection as your look yourself over in the mirror

your thighs and your chest are both scattered with a surplus of dark angry marks and you know you won't be able to wear shorts or any low cut shirts for at least a couple weeks

lately whenever you and wonwoo are fucking, he acts like it's his life goal to cover you in as many hickies as he can, you think it's part of his weird territorial thing. not that it matters, it's not like you're sleeping with anyone else (you still don't know if that's a good or bad thing)

recently you and wonwoo have fallen into a kind of...situationship. you guys aren't dating but you're not not dating, you honestly don't even want to think about it

it doesn't mean you're not just as grossed out and annoyed by wonwoo as usually are, it's just now that when you are he fucks your brains out or does something relatively nice for you like finally cleans all of the dishes out of his room

he's taken to finding new ways to annoy you though, like covering your whole body in purple bruises for his own weird satisfaction

you don't even bother to put on a shirt or pants as you storm across the apartment in just your undergarments and burst into wonwoo's room

you hate being in wonwoo's room and you nearly trip over the clothes that cover his floor as you open the door but you don't let that distract you from the goal at hand

"wonwoo" the man in question is sitting at his desk, headphones on over his hair matting it down. you cringe at his posture and the way his desk is littered with emtpy cans and bottles

wonwoo turns in his chair to face you and smirks when he sees your form

"look at me, this is honestly ridiculous"

wonwoo presses a key on his keyboard and then takes his headset off "if you're trying to seduce me right now, i'm in the middle of a game, give me like twenty mintues and-"

"i don't wanna have sex! i want you to stop chewing the fuck out of me"

wonwoo walks up to you and pulls your body into his and you scrunch your nose up in disgust at the way you can tell wonwoo hasn't taken a shower in a couple days and has attempted to cover it up by wearing cheap body spray

"but you look so pretty like this, all mine and for nobody else" wonwoo twirls a strand of your hair around his finger and you bat his hand away, not wanting his greasy fingers on your hair

"wonwoo i'm not joking-"

"i'm not either. don't you like it baby? belonging to me, being my pretty little fuck toy. admit it, it's a little hot"

you hate wonwoo and you hate him for knowing your weak spots. your thighs rub up against each other and wonwoo catches it and knows he's got you trapped

wonwoo cups your face and pulls you into a kiss and you allow him. this has been a growing problem where you keep giving in to wonwoo and his odd charm that makes you so angry you just have to fuck him

wonwoo guides you back to his gaming chair so you straddle his lap as he sits down. neither you nor wonwoo seem to want to pull away from the kiss so you continue to class your lips together as wonwoo reaches behind you and unhooks your bra

when your tits are free, wonwoo reaches up and gropes at your breasts. you moan into his mouth from how tender your chest is from all of the hickies

"are you gonna let me fuck you now?"

"y-yes, please"

wonwoo smirks and reaches between your bodies to pull his cock out of his pants. it only takes him a few pumps to get it up to full size and he rubs at your pussy for a few seconds before lining himself up and thrusting into you

it's definitely not enough preparation and it burns when wonwoo enters you, but instead of cussing the man out you just dig your fingernails into his shoulders

wonwoo is only in you for a couple seconds before he stops his movements "shit, my game!"

with you still in his lap, wonwoo turns to his pc and slides his headphones back on

"wonwoo, you cannot be serious right now i-"

"shhh, just be a good girl okay, it won't take long, you can't be that needy can you?"

"you are unbelievable"

"ah, ah, you better be quiet, i'm playing with your brother and you don't want him to hear you when i unmute now do you?"

that's all it takes for you to shut up and wonwoo smirks as he unmutes his mic and goes back to playing his game. if you listen hard enough you can hear your brother through wonwoo's head set and you want to gag at even acknowledging your brother's existence while his best friend's cock is buried inside of you

a shiver is sent down your back when you feel wonwoo's hand trail down your spine and you have to bite down on your lip so you don't whimper outloud

you're starting to get impatient and you starts to rock your hips against wonwoo, trying to get more of something

wonwoo tuts at you, but doesn't stop you. in fact, his hand moves to your hip to help guide you as you start to fuck yourself on his cock

"yo wonwoo, you good over there?"

"i'm fine, just a bit distracted" wonwoo's voice sounds a bit tense and you hope it's not obvious what you two are doing "might have to hop off soon"

"bro if you have a boner right now i'm going to kill you"

"nah i just have to talk to y/n about something" you glare at wonwoo, why is he bringing you into this

"oh gross, i forget you two live together, i should have never set that up, i don't want you corrupting my little sister"

"you can say what you want, but i think the arrangment is going pretty well" at that wonwoo bucks his hips up into your particularly hard and you gasp

"dude are you sure you're okay?"

"i'm sure, don't worry about me" wonwoo seems checked out of his conversation with your brother now as he steadily bounces you up and down in his lap

"whatever, i'll let you hop off but you better play me again later"

"yeah, yeah, sure whatever" with that wonwoo slides his headphones off and turns off his mic again before grabbing your hips "you're a dirty girl, you know that? do you want your brother to know about us? or are you just such a little slut you couldn't be patient?"

wonwoo meets your pace with small thrusts and you bury your face into his neck

"hey, answer me" wonwoo flicks at your clit

"too needy" you mumble into his neck "needed you"

"that's what i thought, desperate little thing"

"woo, wanna cum"

"my pretty little slut wants to cum?" you nod "fine, but only on one condition"

"anything" you tell him, too desperate to think properly

"i get to mark you, on your neck this time"

"yes, yes, anything, please wonwoo i need to cum" you barely even hear his demand before you're agreeing

"that's my good girl, cum all over my cock" wonwoo's fingers play with your clit as his mouth attaches itself onto your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin

the combination of his fingers, mouth, and cock drive you crazy, pushing you over the edge. you let out a filthy porn star level moan as you clench down on wonwoo, your hands gripping onto his biceps

while wonwoo is still marking your neck, he cums inside of you, pulling your hips flush against his as he does. when he's finally milked dry he finally pops his mouth off of you

you came here to yell at wonwoo about marking you all up and the only thing that's come out of it is another hickey, this time on your neck

"i knew you liked being marked as my property"

fuck

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #svt wonwoo #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo smut #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo x reader #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #rru.fics #rru.writes #★ mdni

[milkywaydrabbles]

Rindou and reader with an oral fixation. Maybe choking as well 🌚😏

A/N: I'm not sure if this is what you were looking for, but I hope you like it!! Oral fixations are crazy and lollipops at clubs are hot no one look at me.

Haitani Rindou x Reader w/ oral fixation

Sometimes it was a toothpick

Sometimes it was his vape (you didn’t smoke)

Sometimes it was a piece of candy.

No matter what, Rindou had always seen you with something in your mouth. And if you couldn’t have something in your mouth, you’d be biting at the skin of your lips or inner cheek (he’d much rather with something in your mouth.) He’d never really questioned his pretty girl, not thinking much of the very blatantly obvious  oral fixation you had. It was harmless, not enough to do any real damage. Plus, you never picked up that very nasty habit of smoking, you just liked the feeling of his vape in your mouth. ‘Tasted nice’ you’d say. Recently you’ve taken to bringing a lollipop with you to the clubs whenever you’d go out. It kept your mouth occupied, singing around the hard candy and toying with the stick around your tongue. He hadn’t been out with you recently, so you’d only ever told him about how helpful it was having a lollipop--but tonight he decided to go out with you when you asked.

And it was killing him each second.

You popped the candy into your mouth after a few shots, dancing with him as you normally do. But Rindou was absolutely fixated on the way you tongued at the blow pop, how your lips would purse when you would pop it out of your mouth, how your mouth glistened with spit when you batted your long lashes at him asking if he wanted a lick, seeing nothing wrong with it. You were driving him crazy, keeping the stick between your fingers twirling the candy on your tongue. You must have been doing this shit on purpose now, he was so sure of it. His hands grabbed hold of your waist tighter, pulling you as close to his body as physically able, taking the stick from your hand and bringing the lollipop to his mouth. You stared at him, at the way he licked at the candy--so suggestive you started wishing he would use that tongue on you. “See baby?” He broke your thought with a start, and you shook your head blinking, brows furrowed. “See what, Rin?”

“You’re fucking driving me up the wall with this goddamn lollipop. Open your mouth, sweet thing.” you did as you were told, sticking your tongue out for show. You heard him exhale deep even with the music blaring around you--he was so close. Rindou slapped the candy on your tongue, much like he would with his cock. You took the hint, wrapping your lips around the pop and making a show of licking around it, eyes never leaving his. “Fuck.” He breathed, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the exit. “Not fuckin’ staying at this shitty club anymore, let’s go.” You could barely hear him over the music, a smile plastered on your face as you finished the lollipop, throwing the stick away as you passed the garbage. 

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You were thrown in the back of his car, giggling at how much he manhandled you. “Rinnie, what’s got you so riled up?” You teased, his hand grabbing at your throat and your breathing hitched. “You do, pretty girl. You know what you’re doing.” He hummed, squeezing your cheeks together to open your mouth, spitting down your throat before kissing you--licking in your mouth and sucking your tongue. “Fuck, baby, taste so sweet.” He mumbled against you, hiking your dress up and spanking your pussy through your underwear. You whined, hips twitching into his hand with each slap, already damping the fabric. “Look at you, baby, already turning into a mess.” He teased, unbuckling his pants and pulling them down enough to get his cock out. He pumped his length a few times, before fisting at your hair and pulling you down. “You want something in your mouth baby?” You whined again, fingers wrapping around his dick and flicking your wrist, jerking him slowly. “Mhm, want it Rinnie, want your cock in my mouth--mm” before you could finish your sentence Rindou had already thrust himself into your mouth, using the grip he had in your hair to control your pace. It stung, the way he gripped onto your roots so harshly but you couldn’t find it in you to care enough to stop him--only adding to your pleasure. 

Rindou fucked into your mouth, hearing you gargle and gag around him only spurred him on. He leaned over you, your nose now snug against his pubes with each thrust--to give your pussy another slap. You squealed around him, drool bubbling on the corners of your mouth and dripping onto his leather seats. “That’s right, baby, make a fucking mess, keep it fucking nasty.” You tried focusing on breathing through your nose, but it was so hard to even think when Rindou was rubbing at your now drooling cunt that was sticking to your underwear, spanking your clit and face fucking you. He pulled you off so suddenly you were gasping for air, sticky drool connecting you to his cock still. Rindou tossed you around like a rag doll, pulling you back enough to be able to sit fully on the seat, opting to grab hold of your throat to pull you towards him, gasping and clawing at his hand. “Did so good, baby, gonna reward you okay?” You nodded, mouth open and wet with spit, shaky hand reaching down to your soiled underwear and pulling it off to the side. You were both so desperate for each other you didn’t even think of prep, you didn’t think you needed it--you wanted him so bad you could feel your pussy dripping. 

You lined yourself up with his cock, sliding down his length with ease. You moaned, fluttering around his girth and hearing the squelching take over with each pap, pap, pap of him fucking up into you. “R-Rin, fuck, Rindou--” He squeezed tighter at the sides of your neck, eyes fluttering before he let you breathe again, sudden burst of air had you coughing, before he grabbed at you again and didn’t let go. “Want you just like this, baby, so--fuck-- fucked out.” Rindou couldn’t help but thrust into you harder, the car was sure to be rocking--anyone who saw from the outside would know exactly what was going on. But he couldn’t be fucked to care--not when his pretty baby was drooling over him, eyes rolling to the back and hands clawing at his forearm for purchase. “There you go, just like that, fuck just like that.” Your thighs were shaking from the impending orgasm, and Rindou’s free hand trailed down to your swollen clit, slapping against it before rubbing. 

You couldn’t speak, barely enough oxygen coming into your body to keep you awake, so full of his cock and turned on your brain turned to mush. His thick fingers rubbing you so good, you clamped down on his cock and screamed, so noisy Rindou had half a mind to stop choking you just to cover your mouth--but how could he when you looked so fucking good creaming on his cock? “That’s right baby, fucking cum on my cock--cum on this dick,fuck!” Rindou looked down to see the creamy ring you’ve left on his shaft, and he snapped--fucking into you harder until he came. A groan left his mouth as he ground his hips into yours, stilling inside you and spurting his sticky load deep into your messy cunt, finally letting go of your throat and wrapping his arms around your waist, hands splayed on your lower back. 

You leaned against him, gasping and panting--clawing at his back and gripping his hair, still coming down from your own high. “You okay, pretty girl?” He whispered, rubbing your back and kissing at your shoulder. You nodded against him, catching your breath before answering him. “Should bring lollipops more often around you.” 

He simply laughed and smacked at your ass--he’d deal with you at home.

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Pairing: Rhett Abbott x f!reader

Word Count: 900+

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“I don’t see what the big deal is, doll.” Rhett opens the front door and I storm in behind him, the gentle closing of it setting me off even more.

“Don’t see the big deal? That slut was all over you and you said nothing.”

Rhett chuckles, a small smile hitching up the corner of his mouth. “She was just bein’ nice.”

I scoff, throwing my small purse onto the couch as I follow him into the kitchen. “Being nice? No one wears that low cut of a shirt and that short of a skirt and is just nice.”

Rhett opens the fridge, taking out a beer and popping it open before taking a long swig. “Was I just supposed to say I had a girlfriend?”

I cross my arms. “Oh, so you do remember I exist.”

“Why are you getting all weird about this? She just said hello-”

“Rhett, I know girls. She was touching your arm, batting her whore lashes, and all but twirling her damn hair. If I hadn’t have walked up, she would’ve shoved her hand in your pants.”

“You’re over reacting.”

“Oh really? How would you feel if it were me?”

His eyes darken slightly. “A girl shoving her hand down your pants?”

“Rhett Abbott, stop trying to change the subject! I can’t believe you didn’t mention me!”

“I didn’t think I needed to tell everyone I have a girlfriend right after they say hello!”

“You do if they dress like a whore!”

“You need to calm down!”

I can’t take it anymore. Stomping over, I push him and he barely moves, setting his beer down on the counter. “Are you pushing me?”

“Maybe I am!”

He takes a couple steps away from the counter, but I don’t back down. I try to push him again but his large hands wrap around my arms. I thrash, throwing my weight at him as he pulls me to him, spinning us around as Rhett bumps into the kitchen table. He loosens his grip momentarily and I shove all my weight at him, hands pushing against his chest and he falls back onto the table, his long, jean clad legs flailing up. Before he can stand, I jump on him, legs straddling his hips, my pulse racing, blood rushing between my legs. Rhett’s hands squeeze my hips as I fumble with the ridiculous buckle he has on, huffing audibly when it just won’t open. His hands try to help but I swat them away, finally opening the belt and unzipping his pants, pulling out his already hard cock. I lick my hand and jerk him a few times before pushing my panties aside, grateful for the dress I wore as I drop myself onto him, both of us audibly groaning as he pushes at the back of me. 

His fingers tighten on my hips and I grab his wrists, pushing them into the table on either side of his head. His eyes are wide, darkened with lust as the anger in them starts to dissipate with each move of my hips over his, a small moan escaping him. He tries to lift his head so I drop his hand and tangle my fingers into his hair, gripping him tight and pinning him down to the table as I continue to fuck him. His hand comes up and encircles my forearm, not trying to push me off him, but connecting with my skin as I take him, my orgasm quickly rising. Our breaths fill the silence, ragged and panting as the table scrapes slightly on the floor. And then the warmth rising in me pops, spreading out to the end of my limbs, my head thrown back as I cry out, hips sputtering, only vaguely aware of the pants coming out of the man under me. I look down and meet his bright blue eyes and I lean forward, gripping his hair tighter, my opposite hand moving to gently grip his throat, his nails digging into my wrist as I speak in his ear. 

“Come for me, baby.”

He grunts, mouth hanging open as little pants escape him, his seed dripping from me. We stay like that for a moment, both of us heaving and trying to catch our breaths. My hand is still wrapped around his throat, my other hand tangled in his hair as I stare down at his face, his beautiful fucked out face.

“You’re mine, Rhett Abbott. And don’t you forget it.”

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The Widow - Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: "Family Don't End with Blood," takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her, is what happens when she falls in love again?   

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F!Reader (past) | Dean Winchester x F!Reader (eventual)

Warnings: fluff, first date, kissing, angst, tears, language

Words: 3,236

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The leaves are starting to change colour now, you notice as you walk through the park on your way to have lunch with Dean. The year has seemed to have gone by in the blink of an eye, and it surprises you to think it’s been so long since Sam died. Christmas, Sam’s birthday and your wedding anniversary were tough days, but you got through them. The next big hurdle will be the anniversary of his death, but you’ll handle that as you’d handled everything so far, taking it a day at a time – or hour at a time, if you needed to.

Thursday has quickly become your favourite day. Dean insisted on these weekly lunches to check in and keep an eye on you. At first, you hated them, assuming he felt some kind of obligation to look after you, or because he didn’t think you could look after yourself. When the grief had lessened and you began to feel more like yourself again, you realised how wrong you were.

Yeah, he asked how you were doing and if you were taking care of yourself, but then the conversation would quickly become about work and how your week had been, and he had a genuine interest in you and your life. Whenever you smiled, his face would light up like a Christmas tree, and when you laughed (particularly if he’d been the one to make you do it), he would grin so wide you feared his cheeks would hurt.

In turn, you became somewhat of a confidante for Dean too. He’d opened up to you about his plans for the family business when John finally decided to hang his coveralls up. He wanted to expand and open another shop across town. He wanted to take in troubled kids and train them on how to be mechanics. He has such a big heart, and it didn’t surprise you that he wants to save kids from taking the wrong path. What was more of a shock, was Dean asking you to help him make it happen. Before you’d even opened your mouth to protest, he cut you off with a firm voice: “I know what you’re going to say, and it’s bull. You’re a part of this family, Y/N. Maybe not by blood, but you are a Winchester. Besides, family don’t end with blood, or even a name, sweetheart.”

It was then you knew the weekly lunches weren’t just to look after “Sammy’s girl” and Dean genuinely did care for you and considered you his family. It was humbling, and it helped you to heal because you’d been worried John and Dean would lose patience with you and eventually stop checking in or inviting you to Sunday dinner. The fact that Dean asked you to join the family business to oversee the expansion, even though you’d yet to give him an answer, meant the world to you.

The Impala is already in the car park when you arrive at the Roadhouse and as you pass her, you ghost your fingers over her hood in a wordless greeting before heading into the restaurant. Walking into the building, you smirk as you see Jo twirling her hair around her fingers and giggling at Dean who has a patient smile on his face, but his bouncing knee gives away how uncomfortable he is with the unwanted flirtation.

“Hey, Jo!” You smile at the blonde, and see Dean’s shoulders drop as he visibly exhales at your timely arrival. “How are you?”

“Good, thanks! Can I get you your usual drink?” The waitress asks.

“Please,” you answer as you slide into the seat across from Dean.

“Oh, and Gordon’s special today is chicken parm,” Jo grins at you, knowing it’s your favourite.

“You know me too well!” You laugh.

“Dean?” The blonde bats her lashes at him.

“A bacon cheeseburger with extra fries. She always steals mine,” he points at you with a smirk and you chuckle softly.

“Alright, I’ll go get those drinks and put your order through. If you need anything else, just shout,” with one last flip of her hair, Jo sashays away with an exaggerated sway of her hips.

“Are you ever going to tell her you’re not interested?” You smirk at Dean as he scratches the back of his neck.

“What? She’s not interested in me,” Dean protests and you laugh loudly.

“Oh, come on! It is so obvious she’s into you! And here I thought you were Lawrence’s answer to Casanova!” you cackle.

“Yeah, well… people change,” Dean defends weakly. “I haven’t done any of that since the night Sam died, you know that.”

“Still?” You try so hard not to show your shock, but according to Dean’s bitch face, you fail miserably. “I’m sorry, that was rude. And absolutely none of my business,” you backtrack, and relax as you see Dean’s jaw unclench and his shoulders lower.

“It’s just…” he trails off and takes a deep breath. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just… the last time I went home with someone from a bar, my brother was killed.”

“I get it, Dean. You don’t need to explain to me,” you smile softly, and the conversation dies away as Jo sets down your drinks.

“So, what about you?” Dean asks almost shyly once Jo has left again.

“What about me?” You frown, before taking a sip of your beverage.

“The guy from work that keeps flirting with you. Have you asked him out yet?”

“Okay, first of all, he’s not flirting with me, he knows that I lost my husband and he's just being friendly…”

“Ha!” Dean scoffs, “friendly my ass! He wants to see your ass, if you know what I mean!” He pumps his eyebrows lewdly at you. 

“Second,” you say ignoring him completely, “even if he was flirting with me, I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship yet.”

“Who said anything about a relationship? I said ask the guy out,” Dean says softly. “Dress up, have a night out on the town, have a little fun. No one’s saying you need to marry the guy.”

“I just don’t think it’s the right time. And I don’t even know if it’s something I want again,” you admit.

“What? Y/N, come on sweetheart. You can’t seriously think you’re never gonna fall in love again, do you?” Dean doesn’t even glance at Jo as she puts his plate in front of him, he just stares at you in disbelief.

“All I know right now is that I’m still in love with Sam,” you shrug and twirl spaghetti around your fork.

“And you always will be. Whether we’re talking next week, next year, or next decade, you will always love him. But it doesn’t mean you won’t fall in love with someone else at some point. Look, I’m not trying to force you into anything you don’t wanna do, alright? I just thought it might be nice for you to be wined and dined by someone other than me for a change!” He winked at you and bit into his burger, humming in approval at the taste.

“Oh, so you’re fed up with me, is that it?” You smirk. “Trying to palm me off, make me someone else’s problem?”

“Never,” Dean reassures you, even though he knows you’re messing with him. “I just don’t want to be sitting here with you in ten years and you regret not taking a second chance at love, a family… a happy life. You have a big and pure heart, and it holds too much love for you not to share it.” 

You smile at his compliment and ponder over what Dean said, both of you falling silent and enjoying your meal.

Dean’s words had no real effect on you until a few weeks later when you went for birthday drinks for someone in the office. That’s when you noticed that Jacob was indeed flirting with you.

You don’t know if it was flattery or the wine or even the two tequila shots you’d had when you first got to the bar, but here you are a week later, on a date you aren’t completely convinced you want to be on with the first guy who’s shown you that kind of attention since Sam.

Jacob is a nice guy. He’s handsome, charming, caring, and funny. He’s doing all the right things; things Sam would’ve done on a date like holding doors open for you, and pulling your chair out for you at the restaurant. He even stood from the table when you went to the restroom.

He’s made you laugh and listened intently to what you said, and his subtle flirtations have made you feel like a woman again. You’ve felt desirable and pretty and it’s felt so good to feel those things again. You feel good.

He’s even been considerate enough to ask a few times how you’re holding up with this being your first date since Sam had died. He hasn’t put a foot wrong, and you know this is what most people would call the perfect date with the perfect guy, but something’s missing and you can’t quite figure out what.

And that’s what’s led you to be standing with him at your front door. You know for sure you aren’t going to invite him into your home, but you also felt like you needed the extra time to try and figure out exactly how you feel about him. You’re both running out of reasons to stay out in the chill of the night, and you know figuring out what’s going on will need to wait.

“I had a nice time, Jacob,” you smile as you play with the keys in your hand. “Thank you for being so kind and patient with me.”

“I think it’s me who should be thanking you for letting me take you out tonight. I can’t imagine how difficult this must’ve been for you,” Jacob smiles softly and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he takes a step closer. “I know this might be too soon, but I have to ask. Can I kiss you?”

You stare at him for a moment, not sure what to say. A million things are running through your mind all at once, and it’s hard to pick out just one to focus on. Suddenly, your mind clears and all you can think about is how much fun you’ve had tonight. And it’s just a kiss, right? And with a handsome man no less. So, you nod your head, making Jacob smile wide, showing perfect teeth before quickly swiping his tongue over his lips and leaning towards you.

He’s respectful, only gently placing his hands on your waist as his lips touch yours and it’s… different. It’s not awful by any means, just strange. His lips are a little dry and chapped, despite his efforts to soften them with his tongue, and his hands seem to be too hesitant on your hips. When his tongue swipes at your lips, you open your mouth inviting him in. Almost immediately, your eyes fly open and you realise you feel absolutely nothing, and that maybe you’re not ready for this after all.

Or maybe, you panic, whatever part of you that can love had left when Sam did.

You pull away and try to remain calm. The last thing you need is to freak the guy out, or freak yourself out even more. It’s been months since you last had a panic attack and now is not the time or place.

“I should go,” you manage to smile at him. “It’s late and cold, but I really did have a lovely night.” You have no idea how you say it without your voice shaking or tears filling your eyes, but you do and you’ll take that small victory right now.

“Me too. Maybe we could do this again soon?” He asks and your heart twists at the hopefulness in his voice, and you can’t bring yourself to tell him it isn’t a good idea.

“Maybe,” you smile. “Goodnight.” You turn and quickly unlock the door, smiling at him one last time as you turn to close it behind you.

Flicking the lights on, you make your way to the kitchen, open the fridge and pull a bottle of cold water out. Ripping the plastic cap off you take a few large gulps, hoping the coolness will help calm down your racing heart.

You use the breathing techniques all those meditation classes taught you, but still, you feel your heart try to thump its way out of your chest. Quickly, you grab your keys and subtly look out of the window to check Jacob’s car is gone.

Seeing the road empty, you leave the house making sure the door is locked behind you, and get in your car with only one destination in mind.

Dean.

“Wow! Don’t you look beautiful,” Dean grins as he opens the door, but it soon fades and he clenches his jaw in anger as the tears finally spill from your eyes. “What did he do? I’ll kill him!” He fumes and you shake your head and push him back into the house, following behind him.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on, sweetheart, or do I have to hunt the bastard down?” Dean asks once your tears have stopped, taking a seat on his couch and tapping the space next to him for you to join him.

“It wasn’t him… well it was, but it’s not what you think,” you say quickly as he shoots up from the couch and grabs his car keys. “Dean, please, just listen.”

“Alright,” he relents and sits on the edge of the sofa once more, his knee starting to bounce.

“The date was fine, he was the perfect gentleman,” you begin, and Dean frowns at you.

“I don’t understand. Then why are you crying?” he asks, and you laugh when you realise just how ridiculous this all is.

“I don’t know! I shouldn’t be! He’s handsome, and funny, and kind! You know he asked me if I was doing okay several times because he knew it was my first date since Sam? He did everything right. It was the perfect date.”

“You’re not making any sense, Y/N. If it was so perfect, why are you so upset?”

“Because he kissed me!” you yell frustrated. “He kissed me and it should’ve felt right, I should’ve felt something, but it just felt… I just felt numb,” you finally admit. “What if I’m broken? What if I was only ever meant to be with Sam?”

“Y/N…” Dean trails off, and you know he’s trying to think of something that will comfort you.

“I should’ve felt something, right? Like even if it was like a flutter in my stomach or my heart hammering, right? Or even just disinterest,” you don’t know if you’re asking or begging at this point.

“You really felt nothing?” Dean’s tone is sincere, holding none of the judgement you thought it would.

“Not a single thing,” you confirm and he raises his eyebrows as he thinks over what you’ve told him. “I’m broken, aren’t I?”

“No, sweetheart, you’re not broken. If it’s not there, it’s not there. Perfect date or not, you can’t force yourself to feel what you don’t feel,” he consoles you, and deep down you know he’s right.

“But how do I know for sure?” It slips out before you can stop it, “what if the same thing happens on the next date? And the next one, and the one after that.”

“Hey,” Dean stands up from the sofa and takes your hands in his. “Look at me. That’s my girl,” he whispers when you look up at him. “That won’t happen. The only reason it happened tonight is that, although Jacob may be perfect, he’s not perfect for you, alright?”

You know what he’s saying is right, and as his words sink in, you feel foolish that you drove across town at eleven on a Friday night to freak out over a meaningless kiss. Huffing a defeated sigh and standing up, you grab your keys to leave. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry for barging in so late with more drama. I’ll let you get back to your night,” you smile flatly and turn to the door.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart,” Dean says as he gently grabs your wrist to stop you from leaving.

“It’s fine, Dean. I’m fine. I just want to go home,” you shrug him off.

“And do what? Sit there alone and overthink this?”

“Overthink it? Dean, it was a kiss with a guy I’m clearly not attracted to. You said so yourself,” you argue.

“It’s not about the kiss though, is it? Not really. It’s about more than that. It’s about you thinking your ability to love died with Sam.”

“Dean, don’t–” you insist, not wanting to hear it, but he’s quick to cut you off.

“Don’t what, Y/N? Don’t tell you the truth? Don’t try to make you see there’s nothing wrong with you. That you’re perfect, and Jacob just isn’t worthy of having you. That you’re beautiful and smart, and one day you will find the person who’s right for you.”

“Dean…” you say, but you don’t know how to follow it up, and so you shut up and stare at the floor.

“Do you trust me?” he questions.

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation from you and when you tear your eyes from the floor to look at him, you see him smile softly at your admission.

“Okay. Right or wrong, good or bad, promise me we’ll talk about this,” he pleads with you.

“Talk about what?” you frown.

“What I’m about to do. Please Y/N, promise me,” he begs once more.

“Alright, I promise.”

Dean steps closer to you and cups your cheeks in his large, calloused hands before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. His lips are surprisingly soft, and the scent of everything that’s just Dean surrounds you and dazes you.

And then you feel it.

The butterflies that swarm in your stomach; the haze that descends over you, cutting off all thought except for him and his lips on yours. Without warning, a whine escapes your throat and you open your mouth to encourage Dean to really kiss you, moaning when he does.

It’s good. And you feel like you did all those years ago when Sam kissed you for the first time. Lifting your arms, you circle them around Dean’s shoulders and pull him flush with your body and deepen the kiss.

His hands ghost down your back and snake around your waist. The kiss begins to soften and when his lips part from yours, he chuckles as you chase after them with your own. 

“Not broken?” he asks, resting his forehead on yours.

“Definitely not broken,” you respond breathlessly.

“Told you,” Dean chuckles and presses his lips to yours again, much softer and more innocent this time. You aren’t sure who makes the move, but before you fully comprehend what’s going on, your lips are on his again and you’re pushing the flannel from his shoulders. Dean picks you up and encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist and carries you to the bedroom.

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˖ ࣪ ⭑⟡Chapter 4 - Zeal with Knowledge ⟡⭑ ࣪ ˖

You’d regret this. You knew you would. Still, you also knew swallowing your pride and getting this out of the way would be worth it in the end.

Besides… it was too late to turn the car around.

You and Alastor rode in your sleek blood-red automobile. You seldom drove your prized chariot, preferring to walk or have one of your employees drive you around. Still, you held pride in your vehicle and looked forward to the special occasions when you could whip it out.

Having Alastor in your passenger seat was definitely a special occasion.

The sight of him all buckled up to your right was something you never imagined you’d see. It managed to be both mundane and comical. You’d had plenty of friends and dates in this car but this was somehow more intimate. Exciting even. The butterflies in your stomach had to agree.

Get a grip, Temerity.

You slowed to a stop at a red light. Fiddling with the buttons on your cuffs, you rolled both sleeves up to your elbow.

Your change in style had nothing to do with fashion. In Pentagram City you could dress how you liked, no one batted an eye if you looked like a relic. However, when traveling you preferred to not stand out— blending in was a survival tactic you carried over from life. As much as you loved visiting Rosie in Cannibal Town, you had to learn the hard way that to avoid being torn apart, you had to look the part.

Your life in Hell and on Earth had that in common.

“Would you like some music?” The light turned green and you eased on the gas. “Guests have full control of the radio.”

With a twirl of his finger, Alastor switched the radio on, filling the car with swing music. Big band accompanied your wordless drive down the twisted roads that lead out of Pentagram City.

Despite your apprehension, Alastor’s presence was a pleasant one. He hummed along to the music, eyes cast on the sights they flew by. The light caught in the crimson of his eyes and hair, giving him a wondrously infernal glow.

Beautiful.

You forced yourself to look away. The car crash you’d cause by gawking at him like a lovestruck mouth-breather wouldn’t kill you hard enough.

Still, you’d sneak the occasional glance at him. The chances of you having Alastor in your car again after today were less than zero. You wanted to remember this feeling of having him by your side, to admire him in this quiet moment. You wanted the image of him that he’s allowed you to see burnt into your memory for the rest of your afterlife.

Lord, you were sad.

One song ended and another began. A jocund piano tune took off, trumpets joining in with a flourish. You perked up, ears rousing in interest.

“Duke Ellington! Oh, I loved him. You know, back when I was alive, he and his band— back when they were called The Washingtonians— played at my club in Manhattan. I used to brag I made him popular.” A reminiscent laugh from. “I used to say that about musicians who never even stepped foot in my club. King Oliver, Mamie Smith, Louis Armstrong—“

“Louis Armstrong!” Alastor said, the radio effect light in his voice. “I had the privilege of having him on my radio broadcast. He wasn’t a big name then, but still a wonderful talent.”

“Get out of here!”

You two talked, and tension ebbed away. The conversation never dipped back into his life on earth which was fine. Even the smallest insight he decided to share was lovely. You noticed among sinners you were more open about talking about when you were alive. In many ways, Hell was a continuation of your life on earth, your death and respawn a rough bump in the road.

You weren’t surprised by your shared taste since you two were from the same era. Alastor did however surprise you with the range of his taste. You listened in earnest as he sang the praises of a ragtime musician you weren’t familiar with.

Ragtime was before, well, your time in America, having fallen in style by the time you made it across the pond. Alastor’s honest insight was a joy to listen to; he even rattled off a few names for you to look into.

Unfortunately, you passed the city limits sign letting you know you were close to your destination. Weaving through the narrow roads you arrived at your destination and parked your car in the sketchy-as-fuck parking lot.

You turned the car off with a huff. Fingers anxiously drummed on the leather steering wheel. “Before we get this show on the road, I’ll warn you my contact is rather… ornery, so don’t get offended if they say or do something uncouth.”

Alastor put a hand over his chest in mock offense. “Are you implying that I’m anything other than a perfect gentleman?”

“I once saw you strike a kid.”

A dismissive hand wave. “At twenty, he was hardly a child.”

“Just don’t go scaring them. I need their help.”

He promised he wouldn’t and you decided to believe him. Alastor stalked you into the condemnable building. The unkempt floors and buzzing lights were in stark contrast to the well-maintained elevator. You pushed the worn button for the seventh floor. A piano cover of a Verosika Mayday song whined overhead on busted speakers.

The familiar door to I.M.P. Headquarters greeted you. Pushing it open, an unnaturally sweet flowery aroma trying to mask the dead rat smell invaded your nose, the scent matching faded drab wallpaper and trampled carpet.

To your surprise, Loona, Blitzø’s adopted daughter, sat behind the receptionist table. She glanced from scrolling through her phone to greet the two of you in her usual impassive way. “Welcome to I.M— oh shit. It’s you.”

“Hello, Loona, hun.”

The hellhound looked between you and Alastor, unphased. “What’s with the red guy?”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed, twitching in transparent annoyance. He couldn’t stand being unknown, even by those considered Hell's lowest. The corners of your lips tweaked upwards. The absolute ego of this man.

Cute.

“He’s a deer friend. Is Blitzø in?”

“He’s not gonna want to see you after last time.”

Your eyes threatened to roll back into your skull. Figures. It's not like you didn't apologize and make up. Several times. “Tell him there’s someone who wants to see him with a fat cock and fatter stacks of cash.”

Alastor grimaced at your crass language. You bit your cheek so you wouldn’t laugh at his discomfort… even though he deserved it.

Loona cracked half a smile. “He's gonna shoot you both onsite,” she said but relayed the message into the phone.

Not even a second passed when the door flew open, kicked clean off its hinges. The tall imp in question stepped out all eager and full of smiles. “Hello! I'm Blitzø. The ‘o’ is silent. What can I— OH shit dicking FUCK shiet!” He recoiled as if he saw someone horrifying, not sweet little ol’ you.

“Hello, Blitzø~” You waggled your fingers in a playful wave. “It's been too long.”

Blitzø pulled his pistol from his jacket and aimed it straight at your face. “M and M! That crazy raccoon bitch is back. And she brought her strawberry pimp!”

Alastor's head tilted at an unnatural angle, his smile tight and unimpressed. Static crackled in the air around him. “Excuse me?”

Blitzø’s employees ran into the room, weapons drawn and pointed straight at you, Moxxie with a gun and his wife, Millie, with an ax. Alastor gave you a questioning look, silently asking what you did to them.

“Can we please put the weapons down for a second?” Your eye twitched. “I just want to talk.”

“No, I don’t think we will,” Blitzø said, cocking the gun. “Especially after that bullshit, you pulled last time.”

“I apologized, didn't I?”

“I'm sorry, in what world does an apology and two and a half hatefucks magic away the fire you set to my van?!”

Moxxie dropped his aim, face steeped in confusion and mild disgust. “What?”

You ground your teeth. A headache bloomed behind your eyes. If Blitzø didn't shoot you now, you’d pull the trigger yourself. “Alastor, dear, it’s not too late to wait in the car.”

“No, I'm quite content here.” He sauntered over to the faded couch across the room and sat, legs crossed and cane tucked in his arms as he eagerly awaited to watch the rest of the shit show. “Please, don't mind me.”

You glowered at him, which only served to widen his smile.

Blitzø’s eyes shot between the two of you before locking his ire back on you. “Okay we’ll address your freak later, but right now it’s time for you to—”

You snapped your fingers and a band of money appeared in your palm. You tossed it to Millie who caught it effortlessly in one hand.

Blitzø’ lowered the gun a hair. “We’re listening.”

The imp was as predictable as he was feisty. You liked that about him, even though most of the time he gave you an ulcer.

You hopped on the corner of the desk, ignoring Loona’s irritated mutterings about your fat ass on her workspace. You crossed your legs, letting your red boots dangle against the side of the desk.

“I need a favor and... I have a job for you.” You needed to be meticulous with your next words. You had no qualms letting Alastor know you partook in I.M.P’s assassin service, but he didn't need to know why.

Ever.

“First things first. I need to get in contact with Fizzaroli.”

“Why the fuck do you need him?” Blitzø booped you in the breast with his gun. ”Gonna light his shit on fire too?”

You groaned and flicked the gun to the side. “I’ve already told you— that fire was an accident. Jesus, Blitzø, hold that grudge harder, why don't you?”

“Says the bitch with a hundred-year vendetta—”

You snapped your head to Blitzø. Narrowed eyes bore into his, your harsh gaze full of red hot ire. He snapped his mouth shut, understanding your silent plea:

Don’t.

He swallowed, guilt briefly flashing across his face. “Sorry, sorry— I didn't—” He uncocked his gun and holstered it under his jacket. “Look, why do you need Fizz?”

You unclenched your jaw and explained your project with the hotel. You expected Blitzø of all people to say something snide or dickish, but his comment from earlier took a bit of his bite.

“I can get you in touch with Fizz, but no guarantee he’ll even go for it. And if he turns you down you gotta promise not to go full psycho pyro slut like last time.”

You cringed, not from the embarrassment of recalling your temper tantrum, but because of who was in the room to hear it. “You have my word, okay? No more fires.”

“I fucking mean it, tits,” Blitzø said. “I don’t need you coming back here lighting shit on fire and thinking some strange makes it all better.”

You clenched your hands so you wouldn’t wrap them around his neck. “Bloody fucking— I get it! No sex, no fires. You wanna hear about this job or not?”

You chanced a look Alastor’s way, afraid of the expression you’d find behind his smile. His elbow rested on his knee, his chin in his hand as he watched this back and forth, his mouth twisted in amusement.

Of course he was enjoying this. Where’s a meteor when you need one?

“This is the final job I have for you,” you said, eyes back on Blitzø. “I need you to take care of the last name on the list I gave you and hold onto him, until I can pick him up.”

“Okay, but if this one ends up in heaven—”

“The last man’s piety got him sent down here. No god’s welcoming this prick to heaven.”

Blitzø nodded, a quiet look of understanding passing between the two of you. He motioned for his colleagues to lower their weapons. “It's a deal, but since you're asking us to also babysit this guy for you—”

You snapped more money into your hand.

“Done.”

Fucking finally. You hopped off the desk and handed Blitzø the rest of his money. He grabbed the roll from Millie and went to count it with glee, relaying to an exasperated Loona all the horse stuff he wanted to get.

Moxxie walked past you to grab the door Blitzø knocked down. You snapped your fingers, an idea popping in your head. “Oh! Moxxie?”

He frowned, finger pointing to himself. “You know my name?”

A confused tilt of your head. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t?”

His wife took a tentative step his way, keeping a suspicious eye trained on you. Despite her threatening demeanor (Millie knew how to use that ax), you found the protective gesture sweet.

“It's just normally people don’t get my name right, they usually call me Boxxie or Roxxie, especially when I’m getting coffee or—”

“Blitzø would talk about you during our private meetings. He told me you're a talented musician. You're welcome to audition for the hotel’s show if you want.”

Millie's apprehension turned to joy at her partner’s praises. She grabbed her husband and kissed him on the cheek. “Oh, my Moxxie is the best! That was so sweet of you to say, Blitzø.”

Blitzø rubbed between his eyes, face darkened with a flush. “Bitch, I will cut you if you don’t get out of my office right the fuck now.”

“Wow! Awful lot of sexy talk for someone in a committed relationship. You do freaky horse shit with Stolas too, or was I special?”

“Out!”

You snickered but relented. “Alright. Let's go, Alastor.”

“In a minute, my dear.” Alastor shadows carried him to stand behind the imps who regarded him with varying levels of distaste. “I do have a question for your little friends. But do go ahead and get the car running. I won’t be long.”

You faltered, and Alastor assessed them, smirk devious. He wanted to toy with them a bit, you assumed, and ask them a few questions to sate his curiosity. No harm in that.

Shrugging, you let yourself out and reminded him to play nice.

“My what an entertaining experience!” Alastor said over the radio in your car. He noticed ever since departing you abstained from sneaking glances at him like before. You were embarrassed. How cute.

“Very!” Your voice was thick with faux enthusiasm. “So entertaining that we'll never have to address it again, lest we taint its memory.”

Alastor chuckled, canned laughter accompanying him. He’s never seen you so irritated. You weren't even this argumentative with Alastor inviting himself into your home unannounced. He was almost jealous of his ability to get you so riled.

“It seems like meeting with your imp friend left you in a bit of a tizzy. Care to share why?”

Your grip on the steering wheel turned your knuckles pale. “Blitzø tends to be exhausting when he wants to. Which is all the time. It’s only cute for about two minutes.”

“Ah yes, the taller, cantankerous imp. How did the likes of him manage to catch the fancy of an Ars Goetia, I wonder.”

It was an intentional slip. You never mentioned he was romantically involved with an Ars Goetia. Alastor was curious if you’d catch him and what you’d say if you did.

You bit your lip, brow furrowed as the wheel of thought spun in your mind. When you spoke it wasn’t what he expected to come out of your mouth, “Alastor, don’t go asking questions you don’t want to know the answer to.”

If anything, that spurred his curiosity. “Oh come now, dear, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.”

“Riiiight. You’re so sure about that.”

The sarcastic lilt in your tone was irksome, to say the least. You spoke like one might speak down to a child asking about adult subjects. Like you knew what information he was worthy to know.

When he was silent for a beat too long, he caught you looking at him for a moment, before returning your attention to the road.

”Apparently Prince Stolas and I share similar opinions when it comes to Blitzø’s bedroom expertise.”

That was it? The big secret? Sex was all it took for one of Hell’s all-powerful nobility to hand over such a powerful tome? He’d hoped you’d provide more nuanced insight. Alastor couldn’t fathom wielding power that great and simply giving it away in exchange for something so… debauched. The thought alone was disgustingly salacious and deeply pathetic.

You frowned at him, mistaking his silence for confusion. “He’s really good in bed, I mean.”

“No, dear, I understood—”

“And on a couch,” you added, quite needlessly, “or over a desk or in a—”

Alastor’s ears flattened against his head, turning to face the window. Revulsion from his throat coated his words, “Painting a picture is not necessary in this instance.”

You snorted, an ungraceful sound he hated to admit he found rather quaint. “I’m not sorry.”

A roll of his eyes. “Will you continue down this licentious road if I ask you a second question?”

You hummed, pretending to think about it. “Depends.”

“Who are you sending those imps after? Who could’ve upset you so much on earth that you need them in Hell?”

All at once your merry disposition drained, leaving with your smile. You recovered, but not before Alastor caught a look on your face he recognized all too well. A positively delectable expression he recognized from many of his victims.

Dread.

And on you it was rather striking.

You opened your painted lips to let the lie flow like a waterfall. “Just some schmucks who owed me money back when I was alive. Got me in hot water with the local mob for a bit.”

“I see.”

The two of you settled in for a quiet drive to the hotel, the radio the sole fill-in for the silence. Somehow his conversation with you was even less illuminating than his chat with those imps.

Like you, they assumed to know his intentions. The tallest imp, Blitzø, warned him in colorful language that the grimoire didn’t work with sinners. Disappointing, but not his concern. He did, however, make the mistake of inquiring how exactly someone like him ever crossed paths with an Ars Goetia to begin with.

“Prince Stolas is Blitzø’s boyfriend,” the female imp said, her saccharine tone made Alastor’s smile sour.

“Don’t be so vulgar Millie,” Blitzø chastised, “just say we’re fucking.”

Alastor regretted his decision to stay in this building.

It was bad enough these little creatures didn’t have the decency to know who he was, they acted like he was another common sinner. Lucky for them, he wasn’t one to needlessly intimidate weaker beings like some run-of-the-mill ruffian.

”I want to inquire about your past work with my companion,” he said, hoping to steer the conversation back on track. “She’s had you kill the living before?”

”Oh yeah, she’s had us kill these two old pricks years ago,” Blitzø said, chest puffed in pride. “Easiest jobs we ever had. Those fucks were already one foot in the grave, it was like killing a baby.”

Tasteful. ”And has she ever explained why she wanted them dead?”

”Oh, no, no, no, no, no.” He fervently shook his finger, waving his arm around to emphasize his point. “I can’t go sharing our clients’ private information. We have a strict confidentiality clause.”

The hellhound receptionist scoffed. ”Oh yeah? Since when?”

“Since about five minutes after Tem set the van on fire. Look, uh, mister—””

“Alastor.”

”Right. Alastor, sir, if you want to know what her deal is with these guys you can go right ahead and ask her, okay? I’m not inviting the house fire she’ll cause when I tell you her personal shit. Word of advice: she gets real chatty after a couple of drinks but she also gets handsy if you catch my drift, so proceed with caution.”

His smile curled in distaste. He’d hit a dead end with the imps and they were no use to him. “I‘ll certainly keep that in mind.” He turned on his heel with a spin of his cane. “Farewell, little imps. Best of luck on your job.”

Alastor wasn’t about to let this go so easily. He glanced your way, your face almost serene as you hummed along to the radio. He couldn’t help but remember the palpable wrath that twisted your face when Blitzø mentioned your vendetta. The absolute venom beautifully contorted your features was a sight to behold. For a moment you burned with anger so thick he could taste it. He wanted to taste more of your rage, sample it on his tongue like a fine wine and swallow it all.

What could light the spark of your fury?

How would you look wielding that anger?

He couldn’t wait to find out.

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'I Don't Bite' S1.Ch07: The Real Monsters

Summary: The team works together to save Sam, but they incur a heavy cost... Referenced Episodes: mentioned S1 E6 "Skin," S1 E15 "The Benders" CW: Gore! Lore dump! Kidnapping. Word Count: 6150 Recommended Song: Crazy Train -- Ozzy Osbourne Previous Chapter -- Masterlist -- Next Chapter

“Why can’t I just pretend to be anything else?”

“I don’t have a state police ID for you, and they won’t just let some random civilian in on the investigation.”

"Dean, I don't think they're going to believe this."

"What? Why wouldn't they?"

"I don't exactly look like a police dog," I huffed, hardly believing that he had faith in this plan. "No one is going to believe that an off-duty cop and his 'wolf-dog' – who, by the way, is bigger than a Great Dane – are here to investigate the sudden disappearance of his cousin, who just so happens to be related to a known murderer that you look exactly like." I inhaled heavily, having said it all in one breath. Dean raised an eyebrow at this, a light smirk on his features.

"A little positivity wouldn’t hurt!" he exclaimed with a cheesy grin my way. He threw the car door open and stepped into the bright morning sunlight. I sputtered and he made his way around the Impala to the passenger's side door, opening it for me. With a small glare, I jumped out of the car and landed lightly on my paws. I straightened myself and shook out my fur to bask in the warm light.

"See? You're not that wolfish, this'll work like a charm!" I did my very best to glare up at Dean, the top of my head even with his chest. "Don't give me that look."

I huffed and turned away from him, making my way toward the police station. He followed, keeping up with my lanky strides.

"Maybe you should wag your tail for a better effect," he said. I snapped my furred head to his and pulled back pink gums to reveal deadly fangs. "I'll take that as a no." He said with a chuckle.

The waiting room of the police station was rather small, with only a few couches, a small coffee table, a TV showing the local weather, and a tall, fake plant standing in the corner. I surveyed the rooms, earning strange glances from the bustling officers and lawyers migrating up and down the hall.

Dean was sweet-talking the receptionist and she was soaking it up like a sponge, twirling a piece of ginger hair in her fingers. Finally, he flashed his stolen badge at her and her blue eyes widened.

"What can I do for you, sir?" she asked and moved away from her computer monitor to give him her full attention.

"No need to call me sir, sweetheart. I'm off duty, I just need to speak to one of your officers." He flashed her his winning smile. I nudged my head against his thigh, an indication to skip the flirting. He pushed my head away with his hand.

"Well, what are you here for Mr. Washington? I'm sure I can find someone willing to help you," she batted her eyelashes at him. I had enough of this and leaned up to place my head on the counter, standing nearly on the tips of my toes. She squeaked and I flattened my ears against my skull.

"Sorry miss, this is my police dog," he said, glaring at me. I kept my eyes trained on the receptionist. "She goes with me pretty much everywhere, even when I'm off duty." I huffed, my hot breath fanning her face. She scrunched her nose in distaste and turned back to Dean. "We're here about a missing person. I was having a few drinks with my cousin last night, and he's gone missing now."

"Oh, that's horrible," she said, puckering her lips at Dean and lowering her lashes. Before she could open her wide mouth again, I jumped, placing my two forepaws on the counter. She jumped and glared at me. "Bad dog. Shoo," she said, gesturing for me to hop down. I glared at her and she faced Dean once more, rather uneasy. "You're in luck, Mr. Washington. The Deputy who handles most of our missing person's cases is in today. Go straight down the hallway to your right, it's the third door on the left."

Dean thanked her and shot me a quick glare, to which I replied with a dramatic wag of my tail. He rolled his eyes and made his way down the hallway. We stopped at a door with the name 'Deputy Kathleen Hudak' printed on the front in gold letters. Dean and I looked at each other once more before he pushed the door open for me and I sauntered in.

The deputy looked rather shocked to see a legitimate wolf walk into her office, nearly spilling her coffee on herself. She looked visibly confused as Dean introduced himself.

"Uh… what can I do for you, Officer Washington?" Hudak asked.

"I'm working on a missing persons case. You see, my cousin and I were having a few drinks at the bar last night, the one down by the highway." She raised an eyebrow at Dean and he disregarded it, continuing with his mostly true story. "He left a few minutes before me, we were going to drive back together. He disappeared though, haven't seen him since."

Hudak pondered this for a moment before speaking. "How drunk was he?"

Dean chuckled. "Sammy? He could take two shots and pass out." He made a motion with his hand, much like an airplane crash. Kathleen looked unamused.

"I'm sure he's fine Mr. Washington, he'll probably wake up in a bush soon and give you a call. I don't think you need to worry." She moved to return to her computer screen, but I stopped her with a light growl. She frowned at me and then turned to Dean with a scowl on her face. "You know, I've never heard of the state police being allowed to have wolf-dogs as their K-9 companions."

"She is pretty special," he said, giving me an affectionate pat on the head. "Very well trained. I swear, sometimes I wonder if she thinks like a human." He flashed her a reassuring smile.

She paused once again before speaking. "Alright, Gregory," she started, using his ID's first name. "If we're going to find your cousin, we need to do it properly-" she reached for a piece of paper beside the copy machine behind her. "- So I'm going to have to ask you to fill out a missing persons report so we can make a case out of it."

"Officer," Dean interjected, his tone serious. Hudak turned back to face him. "This county seems to have a lot of missing cases. How many of those people actually come back?"

The two stared each other down and my eyes flitted back and forth between them. Finally, Hudak gave in. "What did you say your cousin's name was?" she asked, seating herself in front of her computer and pulling up a registry. Dean beamed at her.

"Sam Winchester."

She typed the name in as I moved to sit beside her. She spared me an uneasy glance before continuing. "So you're aware that his brother, Dean, was suspected of murder and died in St. Louis a few months ago?" At this, I rolled my eyes and tucked my head down, hiding my all too human gaze from the officer. I held my breath, waiting for the moment she pulled up Dean’s record out of curiosity and we were busted.

"Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family. Handsome though," his chuckle soon turned into one of discomfort as the officer and I looked unamused by him. "I think I'm seeing double," he said nervously. Kathleen and I turned to face each other, twin frowns on our faces.

She exhaled slowly, taking in the image of Sam's face on the screen. "I'll head to the County Works Department, see what I can dig up."

"I saw an old set of cameras outside the bar. Maybe one of those saw what grabbed my brother." Deputy Hudak still looked unconvinced. "Mind if I tag along, officer? I promise you won't even know I'm there." She glared suspiciously at Dean and then at me. I wagged my tail at her for good measure.

—

I had never ridden in the back of a sheriff's car before, and I have to say I never want to do it again. Hudak had left me in the car, windows rolled down a bit, while Dean waited for her outside. She came out not long after with a stack of paperwork in her hands. I pricked my ears, straining to listen to their conversation. All I gathered was that they had an idea as to the perpetrator's truck based on a new-looking license plate and the 'whining-growl' of an engine.

It was hot in there, even with the windows open, and dark. I wasn't fond of it. The only good thing about it was that there was room to stretch out in my furred form. Dean's car had little room to stretch out as a human, and he certainly wouldn't allow me to get fur all over his car.

I huffed and laid my head on my paws as they made their way back to the car. As soon as Dean sat down and shut the door behind him I was immediately upright and leaning my chin on the back of his seat. The Deputy's car rumbled as she started it and crept forward like some hulking beast. I dropped my head on the center console and stared out the front window. Dean’s fingertips wound into my fur and scratched my ears. I glared from the corner of my eye.

“She’s a good girl,” Kathleen said with a warm smile.

“Sure is,” Dean answered, giving me a few dramatic pats. I made a sound low in the back of my throat and pulled away from him. He was going to get an earful later.

"That string of traffic cams only goes 50 miles down the road," Kathleen began, as she turned onto the highway. "I lost the truck at the end of the cameras, so they've got to have taken a back road 50 miles or more down the road."

Dean grunted in response. "They've probably got a lot of private roads in this area huh?" Kathleen hummed in response and the car fell silent once more, with Dean trying to strike up the occasionally odd conversation and Kathleen shooting him down.

I eventually closed my eyes, listening to the roar of the car engine and enjoying the feeling of Dean's fingers running through my fur. My eyes snapped open upon hearing a loud beep from the monitor in front of the center console.

She turned the monitor towards her, reading what it had to say before locking her eyes back on the road. I sat up and shifted behind her to look at the screen. I whined softly.

Shit.

"So Gregory," she began. I paced on the seat nervously, thinking about my options. "I ran your badge number. Turns out, it was stolen not too long ago." I whined again and Dean looked helplessly between me and the cop. "Look. It even had a picture of you." She turned the monitor to face Dean, showing her a picture of a much larger black man.

Dean chuckled nervously, looking between her and the monitor as she slowly pulled over. "I lost some weight-" he started. "- And I got that Michael Jackson skin thing done-"

"OK," Kathleen interjected. "I'm going to need you to step out of the car."

Dean protested and they argued back and forth while I paced. I couldn't attack her, what if I accidentally bit her or maimed her? And if I did we'd be in even more trouble. What was I supposed to do, sit on her and hope she suffocated in my fur?

"Kathleen," he began, a tone mixed with danger and pleading. "Look into my eyes and tell me I'm not lying about this." I whined, having missed the majority of their argument in my own frantic state. Her eyes flitted between mine and his. Dean's were stern, full of confidence.

"You've given me no choice, I have to take you in," she said quietly.

"You can take me in after we find Sam. He's my responsibility. I have to at least make sure he's alright." Was he that stupid, willingly turning himself in? So blindly faithful?

The two stared each other down for the longest time, neither backing down. Finally, she dropped her gaze and muttered an 'OK'. "After we find Sam Winchester."

I whined loudly, dropping my head back onto the back of her seat. She chuckled and pointed a finger at me. "And you, I knew you weren't a police dog. You've got to be at least 87% wolf, there is no way they'd allow you to be part of the canine unit." I cast Dean a knowing look.

I had never hated a car ride more in my entire life. The tension in the air was almost palpable, I felt like I was choking on it. The only thing that kept me grounded in that swirling sea of emotions was searching out the scent of cherries amongst the scent of anger. I hoped to God that I would never have to be in a situation like that again, but with the Winchesters it was unlikely.

"Wait, wait, pull over here!" Dean suddenly exclaimed, pointing out the window to his right. I lifted my shaggy head and searched for what he was pointing at, seeing a not well-managed road. Kathleen pulled the car over as Dean had asked and hopped out of the car before it had even stopped. I moved to jump into the front seat and follow him, but Kathleen held an arm out, blocking me. She quietly told me to stay put and I growled in response. There wasn't much I could do to oppose her without giving myself away.

"This is the first turn-off I've seen so far," I heard Dean say through the car door. It was hard to hear, but not impossible. My nose was practically flattened against the glass as I watched the pair make their way down the worn road.

"You stay here, I'll check it out," she told Dean. He looked at her like she was crazy.

"No way," Dean answered.

"Hey!" she hissed, stopping and facing him. "You're a civilian, and a felon, I think. I'm not taking you with me."

Dean glanced down the road, obviously mulling over his options. I knew he wouldn't fight her unless he really had to, but nothing was going to get between him and Sam.

"You're not going without me," he answered, shaking his head at her. Hudak sighed in frustration, looking once more at the car. We locked eyes and I barked at her, scratching at the glass. It was so irritating, knowing I had the capabilities to be helpful, but just couldn't in this situation. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I knew we shouldn't have gone with this plan.

"Alright," Kathleen started again. "You promise you won't get involved? That you'll let me handle it?"

Dean nodded vigorously. "Yeah, I promise." I huffed, my breath steaming the glass. Even I wasn't convinced by that.

"Shake on it."

Oh God, don't do that-

It was too late, the handcuffs were already clasped onto his wrist. Dean swore as she dragged him to the Driver's side door and fastened him to the handle, locking the door behind her. "Kathleen!" he called after her. "I really think you're going to need my help."

"I'll manage," she retorted. I growled and scraped once more at the door as she walked away from the car. Dean peered through the window at me, tipping his head as a sign that I should get out. I felt my bones snap and rearrange as I shifted back in my seat, shaking out my hair and readjusting my own clothes.

I looked out the passenger side window, waiting for her to disappear out of sight before opening the door and quickly locking it behind me so as to stop its incessant beeping.

"She took the keys with her," Dean said hurriedly, struggling with the cuffs.

"I know, I saw." I marched around the car and towards the worn path.

"Where are you going!?" Dean called after me, panic in his voice.

"To find Sam!" I called back. "Someone has to make sure they don't get themselves killed, and you'll figure out some way to get out."

"What if she comes back and sees you're not in the car?"

"Stall!" I said as I ran forward and jumped into my furred form, running down the beaten path. I ran after her, by now she must be far ahead of me. I had to catch up, or else she would have no backup.

I skidded to a halt as a dirty old wooden house came into view, not unlike the one where I had met Marcus and Caeden. This house screamed 'hillbilly' like no other I had seen.

On the front porch stood Deputy Hudak, talking to a ragged-looking little girl, whose hair was matted and dirty. I could practically smell the scent of filth on her from here. She was very clearly human. I ducked behind a clump of trees and surveyed the yard, seeing multiple odd buildings, like makeshift barns. One stood out to me as the dim sunlight, hooded by clouds, reflected off heavy steel doors. It clicked that that must be where they were holding Sam.

I moved to take a step forward towards Sam's location, only to hear a loud crash from the front porch. Shocked, I realized another human had attacked Deputy Hudak, a heavy shovel in his hands and scowl on his inbred face.

He snarled something at the little girl and she went off around the house. Not even moments later, two more, who looked like brothers, walked around the house and headed down the road back towards Hudak's car, her keys in hand.

My mind was reeling at this point. I knew I had three options – save Hudak, find Sam, or return to Dean and help him before the hillbillies got there. None of the options were good ones, as doing one would only compromise the others.

I was thoroughly screwed.

I didn't have time to panic, but I couldn't help but watch in horror as the oldest hillbilly took Deputy Hudak, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carrying her to the barn where I presumed they were holding Sam. They couldn't kill her yet, I knew that – if a cop was able to find them, then they would have to ask her if there were more on the way.

I snapped my head to the left, down the road where the two brothers were sauntering towards Hudak's car, laughing as they went. If they found Dean there, they'd surely kill him, or worse, and he was in no position to find them.

Before I had realized it I had made up my mind and was racing through the marshy woods towards the Deputy's car. Kathleen would be alright for now – if my hunch was right, she would have Sam. But Dean needed help now.

I didn't even bother with trying to be quiet. I thundered through the woods, breaking twigs and crunching leaves under my heavy, padded feet. My ears were flattened against my skull and I stretched myself to my full length, each stride covering an incredible amount of distance. The burning in my muscles was one I had come to enjoy, but I didn't have time to revel in it now.

In no time at all the car was coming into view. I had passed the brothers, but that still only gave me a limited window of time. As soon as my paws hit the gravel pavement surrounding the car I leapt into the air. Using the hood of the car as a springboard I lept once more and shifted midair, landing on my two feet and skidding, nearly falling.

Dean looked utterly shocked to see me. He was splayed out against the side of the car, reaching for the little antennae on the end. My still golden eyes settled on it and I raced towards it, unscrewing it hastily and handing it to Dean.

"We need to get out of here," I told him harshly. "Now," I snarled as he still stood dumbfounded. He jumped into action, eyes still wide with shock. While he worked to discard any trace of us being there, removing my own paw prints and the imprint of Dean and Hudak's shoes in the mud.

Finally, the handcuffs dropped to the ground and I quickly picked them up. Before Dean could utter a single word I took his wrist in my hand and dragged him behind me into the woods. We ran, Dean confused but willing to comply, our feet softly hitting the ground, us being careful not to make too much noise. It was only when Dean heard the guffawing and laughter of the brothers that he realized.

He opened his mouth to say something, turning to me with wide eyes. His expression turned from one of worry to one of shock when I pressed a finger to my lips.

We didn't say a word as we traveled silently through the woods. It wasn't until the main house was in sight that I took off at a dead sprint, Dean hot on my heels. I skidded to a halt in front of the barn doors and Dean nearly barreled into me. I helped him right himself, our faces close together.

"They're in here," I whispered, tapping the metal. He gulped, searching my still golden eyes. I realized they hadn't returned to their normal color, due to the stress of the situation. I was struggling to keep my fur from bursting out.

I was terrified of what we would find behind that door. I was terrified of the people that had taken Sam and Kathleen. I was terrified because never in my life had I experienced something like this. Before meeting the Winchesters I had been in only a few fights, none of them major like Chikaltio's. I was not prepared for this new lifestyle of having to fight to survive in a world that now knew of my existence. I was not prepared to have people rely on me, to call me their leader or their friend.

I was so scared that I was going to lose two people that I had begun to call my friends, my family, and that there was nothing I could do about that. That's why my eyes stayed that molten gold color, and I think Dean understood that.

Before I knew what was happening Dean was pushing the heavy metal door open, revealing a dark, open room. It smelled of sweat and dirt, making my nose crinkle in disgust. Light filtered in and illuminated the large room, and in the dim lighting I could see two large, metal cages and figures concealed within them.

"Sam?" Dean whispered and stalked into the barn with me to his back. I turned away from the cages, watching the entrance to make sure no one was going to sneak up on us.

"Dean? Is that you?" I heard Sam's voice from behind me. I struggled to pinpoint his scent, thoroughly unable to. It was as if the sound was detached from his body like he wasn't really there. I couldn't sense him, feel him in the room and that alone made my hackles rise. The scent of blood and death and grime was far too overwhelming.

After many hushed whispers, Dean had successfully deduced the workings of the cages. "These are going to be a bitch," he muttered to no one in particular. Sam chuckles, a sound that brought a smile to my lips after the stress of the last twenty-four hours.

"So, what was it, Sammy? What managed to grab you?" Dean asked quietly, fiddling with the mechanism that locked the cages. maybe he could unlock it without the key.

Sam chuckled again, leaning against the bars of the cage. "Dean, they're just people."

Dean stopped his fiddling and turned to his brother with wide eyes. "And you let them get the jump on you?" he scoffed playfully and shook his head before turning to me. "I'm not going to be able to unlock it like this. I have to find the key. Stay here, see if you can get them out," he whispered to me, placing a rough hand on my shoulder. "And if any of those wackos get in here, I don't care what you have to do, keep them away from Sam and Hudak until I get back." His tone was low and filled to the brim with hatred for the monsters that had taken his brother.

I nodded, holding his steely gaze with an equally ferocious one. He nodded back to me and took a step towards the door. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his hand as it slid from my shoulder, halting him in his tracks. "Be careful," I whispered. "I don't want to have to come rescue your ass."

He smirked and turned once more towards the door, disappearing into the gloomy, mid-day light.

"You know Sam, maybe we should put your brother in one of these after this. He might get a little less annoying after being cooped up in here," I teased in an attempt to lighten the mood as I reached for the bars of his enclosure.

Sam barked out a laugh. "I doubt it. He'd get whiny real quick." My grin only widened.

"We're going to get you out of here soon," I said, turning my golden gaze onto Kathleen. "Both of you." I strode towards her makeshift prison and met her suspicious glare. "Hi, Kathleen."

She frowned at me. "Who the hell are you? Did you let him out of those cuffs?" I heard Sam snort behind me, struggling to hide his laughter.

"You handcuffed Dean?" Sam asked, his half-hearted smothering of his laughter failing miserably.

"Course I did. I had already guessed that he was a felon after I realized he wasn't who he said he was," she snapped back. "I just want to know who the hell you are and how you found us here. Did you follow us? Are you one of them?"

I scoffed. "Lady, I've been with you the whole time. You pet me multiple times. Do you really not recognize me?" I stood up and spread my arms wide, resisting the strong urge to say 'ta-da'. Her eyes widened as it dawned on her just what I was suggesting.

"No fucking way."

"Yeah, fucking way," I said, a characteristic wolfish grin rising on my features. I sat back on the floor across from her. "I'm really sorry you got caught up in this. This isn't our usual thing, typically it's ghosts and stuff."

Sam started uttering my name with a warning tone. I knew he didn't like it when humans were told about what goes bump in the night. I silenced him with a glare.

"She's going to learn soon enough, Sam. Besides, she’ll arrest us otherwise.” Sam fell silent, an unhappy glare on his face. I sighed and turned back to Kathleen who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "I'm really sorry you had to find out like this – I'm sorry you had to find out at all. But monsters are real. Those inbred assholes out there aren't like me though. They're just pieces of shit.”

We sat and talked, the three of us, and it felt almost normal. I nearly forgot about the iron bars separating us and just did my best to explain things to Kathleen; the Winchester's lives, my life, and all the dark things that really were hiding under her bed as a little girl. I did regret having to tell her, but it was better this way. I knew I was going to bash some heads sooner or later and I'd rather her be prepared than die from shock. I flinched at every passing sound outside the bar, fear and anxiety rising amongst all three of us. What was taking so long?

A rustling from outside the dim barn caught my attention. "Shit," I whispered, realizing what it was. Footsteps. I lunged to the side, hiding amongst the shadows as the door to the barn flew open and in walked one of the inbred cannibals.

I resisted the urge to snarl, realizing that if he was here, Dean was most likely caught- or worse. The man pulled a set of keys from his pocket and went to the control panel without saying a word, a shotgun slung over his shoulder. He turned the key, pressed a button, and strode over to Sam's cage before the door had even unlatched.

Sam glanced in my direction, worry adorning his features. His intense gaze flitted around his cage before landing on a small object by his foot, which he promptly grabbed. I half stood, prepared to throw myself into the fray. In the blink of an eye the man's gun went off and Sam was launching himself at the hillbilly, a growl of absolute rage leaving his lips. The two tussled on the floor, Sam beating the living daylights out of him. Finally, he snatched the gun from the man and hit him in the side of the head with it.

"Lee!" I heard the older man distantly scream for his son, likely wondering what was taking him so long. He called out for his son a few more times before everything went silent. I stood from my place in the corner and made my way to Sam, avoiding the downed hillbilly.

"Sam, get Kathleen out of there. I'll keep watch." Sam nodded and I shifted, once more shaking out my fur. I heard a gasp from Kathleen as if she only now believed what I had told her.

I licked my lips, my tongue running over the harsh points of my fangs. It wasn't long before Sam got the cage door open, just in time for us to hear the pounding of feet outside. We scattered as silently as possible. I watched as Sam disappeared around a corner and Kathleen climbed a hayloft. I hid behind an old crate, scraping along on my furred belly to stay hidden.

The heavy door flew open and my ears pricked, golden eyes watching the deranged father and son duo sweep through the main room, shotguns held high. I pulled my gums back and silently snarled, following them through the rooms.

I heard shots go off and stalked towards the noise, fangs bared and ears flattened against my skull. I heard a scream, like a war cry and I lunged into the room to find Kathleen wrapped around the only remaining son, squeezing his throat until I thought his eyes would pop out of his skull. I ducked as he waved his gun wildly.

Kathleen went flying, landing roughly on her back. The man screamed, aiming his gun toward her. I snarled and slammed into him, pushing her away from him. The gun went off, blasting a hole in the wall behind Kathleen. She stood and I pushed off the man, using him as a springboard and landing at her feet, skidding in the hay.

"Hey!" I heard Sam shout, catching the man's attention. He swung his shotgun towards Sam, who ducked at the last moment and fired. The bullet made contact with the soft flesh of his father's shoulder.

Sam rushed forward while the man was stunned and delivered a hefty punch. The man dropped his gun and swung back with all his might. Sam fell, knocked over by the force of the punch.

No, no, no, not Sam. I lunged at the man, sinking my teeth into his dirt-covered arm and tearing at the muscle. He screamed, and the sound brought me satisfaction. My fangs sunk into his shoulder and he screamed louder this time. I ground my teeth into his shoulder, crushing the bone in my jaws. I could feel it crumble as blood gushed into my mouth. Anything to keep him off Sam, off my friend.

I could feel him battering my sides, his screams falling on deaf ears and his fists feeling like flies against my skin. I couldn't hear anything but his screams. I tasted something metallic on my tongue.

Oh.

I roared and tore at the man's other shoulder. My top fangs sunk deeply into the dip of his collar bone, hooking underneath it. I ripped and tore until the bone came loose, taking the muscle with it. My claws curled into his soft flesh, my forepaws digging into the soft tissues of his upper arms. I felt blood gush between my toes. As soon as I felt it, I tore. I practically devoured his screams.

I vaguely heard someone screaming from behind me somewhere in the other room. A gun went off, but I paid no mind. I thought I heard Sam calling out to someone, but my mind was elsewhere.

I sunk my teeth back into his chest, my teeth coming in contact with his ribs. I pulled, satisfied at the cracking I heard. My muzzle was drenched in blood, but I didn't care. I just wanted him gone.

I wasn't sure when I tore out his lungs, but I know I did. They lay in a bloody heap beside me, along with a string of his organs that I had rooted through. He wouldn't be alive much longer. Something told me I had to make the most of it.

It was then that my eyes settled on his heart, faintly beating, but still doing its best to keep him alive. My world tilted and suddenly I felt like I was falling.

I heard screams, screams I remembered well.

Why are you afraid? I didn't mean to…

What did I do wrong? Are you crying?

Why are you bleeding?

I breathed heavily, my eyes befalling his heart once more. I swallowed, trying to hold back the wave of saliva and the pangs of hunger that consumed me. I bared my fangs, my nose practically pressed to his weakly beating organ at this point.

My ears were ringing. I couldn't hear. I could barely see. But I could taste. I could smell.

Don't do it.

My ears pricked at the whisper. I snarled and bared my fangs once more, huffing, my own heart squeezing, and my sides convulsing in hunger.

I wanted to vomit. What was I doing? I shook my head, trying to shake away the feelings of red, the wrath and fear I felt. I was warring with myself, mixing two worlds together.

What are you doing?

I don't know. Am I hurting you?

No.

Are you sure? What about now?

That hurts... What are you doing? Stop! STOP IT HURTS!

STOP.

STOP.

STOP.

"Stop!" I heard a familiar scream from beside me. I snarled, my teeth fixed around the man's no longer beating heart. I turned my fiery gaze to my verbal assailant, only to lock my molten eyes on a pair of candy apple green ones.

Dean held my gaze, his own filled with fear. A look I had hoped I would never have directed towards me again. My eyes widened at the sudden realization of what I had done.

The red faded. I removed my teeth from that man's heart with a whine, blood slipping down my jaws. I stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet and drunk with blood lust. Dean reached towards me, and I snarled at his hand, the red returning at the edges of my vision.

Don't touch me. I don't want to hurt you too. I tried to scream, but it only came out as a piercing howl. My panicked eyes fell on what I had done. What had I done?

My fur rippled and my bones snapped, changing shape without my consent. My whine really did turn into a scream, a bloodcurdling scream full of anguish and fear. I didn't have the control over my forms that I once had. My clothes ripped as they appeared in patches across my skin, emerging from beneath my skin as my fur receded.

I sobbed, choking on blood and wrapping my own blood-stained arms around me. I felt numb. Afraid. I spat onto the straw-covered floor.

Suddenly, a pair of warm arms were wrapped around me, a jacket being draped around my shoulders. Once more, I couldn't see. My tears betrayed me, blurring everything around me.. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear.

But I could smell. Blood. Death. Fear.

Cherries. 

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[elliesangel222]

GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS!

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part two

You've been working at The Cathouse for a couple weeks now,

You fucking love it. The excitement from performing that pool’s between your thighs, the hundred dollar bills. Ellie. All of it.

It was a busy night, the club boomed with the chatter of businessmen, You started walking to the dressing room to apply a bit more gloss when you was stopped by a hand holding out a roll of hundred dollar bills. “What's your name, darlin?” The mysterious man asked. You twirled a piece of hair between my polished fingers

“Meadow, how are you honey?” You answered in a sickly sweet tone,

I even batted my fucking eyelashes at him for fucks sake.

“Can I get a lap-dance?” he asked while fanning the bills in his hand, You tried to ignore the wedding ring on his finger, ‘fuckin perv’ You thought to myself “Sure, baby” You leaned forward while he shoved the bills in the waistband of my thong. You noticed Ellie walking over, she leaned against a nearby wall.

If she wants a show, she’ll get a show.

You stood up and sat yourself on his thigh, rolling your hips to the beat and running your hands through your hair. Staring into Ellie's eyes.

You got up and bent over infront of him, he tried to feel up your ass when Ellie walked over and pushed his hands-away “dont get handsy.” she warned and went over to her spot.

“See? I can touch you all I want, but you cant lay a finger on me” you teased the guy as you felt his erection against your ass. You grinded and swayed on him while you made eye contact, the way you looked up at her lustfully while you moved made her want to fuck you right there. You got up, turned around and swayed down to your knees as you bounced up and down. Ellie had the perfect view of your ass and plushy thighs, she fucking loved it.

You finished your dance with a grin and you kissed the mysterious man on the cheek. You noticed how Ellie’s stare became a glare. You noticed this and smirked as you strutted over. “Aweh baby, you jealous?” you said in a mocking tone as you placed a kiss on her cheek and then moved down to plant one on her neck

“Meadow you're a fucking tease, please? Just your number?” You licked your lips as you watched her beg. “I’ll think about it, El’s” you patted her shoulder and then went to go walk away, suddenly. You had the best idea, you stopped and bent over infront of her and untied your heel, then pretended to tie it again. Ellie was sick of this shit, she grabbed your hips and brought you back up, she led you to the washroom and shut the door behind you guys, making sure to lock it. You werent sure what was going on, but it turned you on, you could feel the slick between your thighs. “What's wrong?” you asked innocently. 

 “Meadow you’re such a fucking tease and you know it, dont tell me I dont make you wet. We both know the answer to that one” Her hand trailed up your thigh to your clothed pussy, and she was right. She slipped a hand under the thin fabric as you let out a moan. She pulled her finger out and raised it to your mouth. Without warning she shoved it in your mouth. You looked up at her while your tongue swirled around her digits.

  “So pretty, baby. Getting my fingers nice and wet for your pussy, huh?” the sentence made you moan around her fingers, she pulled them out of your mouth and you let out a whine from the lack of contact. “So needy for me, and here you had me thinking you wanted nothing to do with me.

   “Want you Els'' You babbled as she pulled your thong down and sat you on the bathroom counter. She spread open your legs, putting you completely on display. Your face flushed red as she swirled her index finger against your clit. You bit down on your hand. Ellie didnt like that, she pulled your hand away and pinned it down with her free hand. “Wanna hear you all needy for me” she cooed as she stuck a finger in your cunt teasingly, it was out just as quick. 

  You whined. “Nuh-uh, can't do anything unless you promise to give me your number and say sorry for being such a little tease” you nodded quickly “Els im so sorry, please forgive me i need you els, need you inside me please” you begged, slurring your words. “Okay baby” she leaned down to kiss you as she started circling your clit. Your tongues swirled together and when she pulled away, a string of spit connected. It was a lewd sight. Her fingers worked over your cunt while you dug your nails in the counter. Sounds of your moans and the wet sound of Ellie playing with your pussy filled the bathroom. You felt the familar knot in your stomach tighten.

  “Els! f-fuck, m gonna cum!” you yelled out while she worked her fingers faster. “Good job baby” she praised as she stuck two fingers inside you, she slid in and out so fast it made you scream. “Its too good!” your eyes rolled back as your legs twitched and your hips bucked against her, riding her fingers. You rode out your high and Ellie pulled her fingers out.

   A gush of liquid flowed out of you, flowed like a fucking fountain. You slumped back against the mirror as sweat ran down you and your legs continued to twitch from the pleasure.

“You did such a good job for me baby” Ellie praised as she tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. She handed her phone over to you and you lazily typed your number in, still in your fucked out haze. She snapped a photo of you and made it your contact picture. You guys walked out of the washroom minutes later, pretending nothing had happened. Although after you danced she would text you;

Fuck, I love the way you move.

#ellie williams x reader #tlou 2 ellie #ellie williams au #ellie williams smut #tlou

[munson-blurbs]

Hello my love, congratulations on 2k! I’m so proud and lucky to call myself your friend 💚

Here’s my person, place, and thing for you: Eddie + O’Donell’s classroom + bread

Love you!!! - @corroded-hellfire 😘

IT'S BREAD!! Fucking poppadom? Poppadom???? It's BREAD.

Warnings: none WC: 757 A/N: For those of you unfamiliar with the reference, please watch this little gem. You are welcome.

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Eddie Munson is your typical teenager with an endless appetite. He usually counts down the seconds until his lunch period, promptly scarfing down whatever food he shoved in his lunchbox for the day. But today, he has too much on his mind to remember to eat. He’s been planning the final campaign of the year–of his high school career, now that he’s finally graduating–and it all culminates this afternoon. He skipped lunch to get the drama club room ready, practically trembling with excitement for the club to meet.

But two hours later, in the middle of O’Donnell’s lecture on iambic pentameter, Eddie is shaking for another reason: he’s starving.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he whispers under his breath, reaching into his backpack for the metal box. He opens it as carefully as he can, knowing that any small noise will tip O’Donnell off to his activity. That wench has a strict ‘no eating’ policy in her classroom, and Eddie can’t risk getting detention today. Not when Hellfire is counting on him to deliver the wildest campaign of their lives.

Peering at his options, he immediately rules out the orange. Too fragrant; plus, peeling it would totally give him away. The pretzels are a decent choice, but she might be able to hear him crunching on them, so he saves them for later. That leaves two slices of plain Wonder Bread. He’d normally slather them in peanut butter, but he forgot to put more on the shopping list. It works out in his favor this time, since he’ll be more easily able to sneak bites as O’Donnell blathers on.

“Can someone give me an example of a famous piece of literature that utilizes iambic pentameter? Anyone?” She glances around the room, seeing only bored faces. Chrissy Cunningham is twirling her honey-blonde hair around her finger. Jason Carver is wobbling a pencil between his thumb and forefinger, making it look like rubber. And Eddie Munson is…

“Mr. Munson!” Mrs. O’Donnell hisses, snapping him from his thoughts. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s just bread,” Eddie murmurs, voice barely audible as he tries to stifle an eyeroll.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t quite catch that,” the teacher presses, angrily putting her hands on her hips.

“It’s BREAD!” he says, loudly this time. He doesn’t mean to shout, but his temper is short when he’s hungry, and he rarely has patience for the old bat to begin with. “It’s bread,” he repeats, leveling his voice.

Mrs. O’Donnell releases an exasperated sigh. “Mr. Munson, my question was rhetorical. I do not care what you are eating, only that you are eating during my class time.” She shakes her head in disappointment. “Do I interrupt your lunch period and try to teach you?”

“Uh…no?” Eddie answers slowly, shoving the remaining half slice of bread in his mouth.

The teacher fights the urge to roll her eyes, marching to her desk to write out a detention slip. “Once again, that was a rhetorical question. Now, you know the consequence for eating in–”

“Mrs. O’Donnell?” a small voice pipes up from the doorway. Eddie looks over to see Max Mayfield, red hair hanging in braids over her shoulders. “There are girls smoking in the bathroom. It smells kinda like a skunk?”

O’Donnell throws her hands up in the air. “Oh, for crying out loud!” She turns to her class. “Open your textbooks to chapter ten and read until I–” But she’s interrupted yet again, this time by the bell. Eddie scrambles from his seat and bolts from the room as fast as he can, tugging Max along with him. 

“Hey, Red,” he manages, catching his breath once he’s safely out of O’Donnell’s sight. “Thanks for the diversion. I owe you one.”

Max gives a small chuckle. “Yeah, well,” she shrugs, “if you couldn’t have Hellfire today, Lucas was gonna tag along with me and El at the movies, and he always picks the weirdest sci-fi ones. So annoying. You probably did me the favor, actually.” She starts to walk away, but turns around to add, “but if you did wanna thank me, I love Reese's Pieces. Not the cups. The pieces.” She wags a finger at him before slipping on her headphones and disappearing into the sea of students.

Eddie clicks his tongue. “Weird kid,” he says to himself, but he takes a pen from his pocket and writes Reese’s Pieces on his forearm. And before he can forget, he also jots down peanut butter.

What was O’Donnell’s problem? He thinks. It was just bread.

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Halloweek: Day 3

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Your loud huff made Jay stop his actions to look over at you when you stated:

“That’s not fair! Why does yours look better than mine?” Your eyes stared at Jay’s perfectly carved Captain Hook and you couldn’t help but compare it to your terrible version of Ursula.

“Because I’m a man of many talents, honeybee” Jay twirled the switchblade between his fingers while smirking “And you, out of all people, should be familiar with my many talents”. He winked, but chuckled once he saw your defeated face “Oh come on. Yours looks lovely”.

“No, it doesn’t! It looks like shit!” You whined “I want mine to be pretty”.

“But yours is pretty, bee”

“No, it’s not” Your pout and mumbling made Jay pull you down to sit on his lap. He caressed your bottom lip with his thumb “If you wanted pretty then you shouldn’t have insisted on being Disney Villains”.

Your eyes rolled in annoyance “Well, I thought you’d pick something cute and fun for me, like Tinker Bell”.

“Tinker Bell is not a villain” Jay chuckled, and you gasped in shock “You shut your mouth! Of course Tinker Bell is a villain! Have you seen how mean she is to Wendy? She’s the true villain of that movie!” Your eyes went back to your definitely crooked Ursula and you felt yourself growing more and more frustrated by the minute. “That’s it, I give up” You threw the switchblade down on the table, making it land against the wood with a loud thump.

“Hey!” Jay quickly picked it up from the table “Didn’t I teach you anything about mistreating my knives?”.

“I’m sorry, daddy” You mumbled, batting your eyelashes in an attempt to make him forgive you.

“No, no!” He reprimanded “Not gonna work! Apologize to her properly” He waved the closed switchblade in your face, making you roll your eyes in annoyance at his previous words. ‘Her’ and ‘my girls’, were how he referred to his beloved collection of switchblades and you knew better than to mistreat them like that.

You took the closed blade in your hand and whispered “I’m sorry” Before returning it to him. Jay took the switchblade in his hand and shook his head “Not enough…maybe you should kiss it better”. The smirk on his lips was playful and with a hint of malice. Without taking your eyes off him, you took the closed blade closer to your mouth, distributing small pecks across the marble white and stainless steel handle.

Jay’s eyes grew dark with desire and you could already feel his cock hardening against your ass.

His hands gripped your waist and turned you around so you could straddle his lap. Jay took the switchblade in his grip and murmured “Open”, making you open your mouth so he could slide the cable inside your lips. Jay pushed the cable in and out of your lips, making you moan around the blade. “That’s daddy’s good girl, treating his knives with love and devotion, just like he taught you. Right, honeybee?”.

You nodded in response before circling your hips around his erection. Jay’s free hand gripped your hair, tugging near the scalp “Behave” His warning came, followed by a low snarl that made your hips instantly stop moving.

Jay pulled the switchblade away from your lips, sliding it down your body until it reached your thighs. He dipped the blade underneath your skirt, scrapping the handle across your slit, over your panties.

“Daddy, please” Your whine was needy and desperate, making Jay smirk against your neck. “Do you want daddy to show you how to properly care for his knives, honeybee?” He rested the handle on top of your clothed clit.

“Yes, please” You begged, fingertips playing with the ends of his loose bun.

“Don’t worry, little bee. You’ll love what daddy’s blades can do to you” Jay grinned before pushing your panties to the side to glide the handle through your slick folds.

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Star Error VIII

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Star investigates Danny’s glowing freckles.

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Star could barely contain her giggles the rest of the day. Every time she heard a student in the hall whispering Fenton's name, she had to fight back a snort. Her rumor about his practice kissing technique must have reached the entire student body by now.

After the last class of the day, Star said bye to the rest of the A-List and headed toward the tutoring room.

And then a familiar voice called out to her.

"Star!"

Star turned and pressed her lips to fight back another giggle. Fenton was power walking down the hall through a throng of students who all stopped and stared at him. And he looked pissed.

"How's it going?" she asked cheerfully as he approached.

Fenton scowled at her. "We need to talk."

"Oh, my. Whatever about, Fenton?" Star batted her eyes. "I just couldn't possibly imagine."

Fenton's scowl deepened. "Just—come on."

Fenton turned on his heel in a huff and started walking away. Star practically skipped after him, following him down another hall and then another where there were no students at all. He finally stopped and turned back to her. Star held her backpack straps and tilted her head, smiling brightly.

"What's on your mind, buddy?" asked Star.

"Well." Fenton lifted his hands in a shrug. "There's this rumor going around the school that I practice making out with dolls."

"And, and." Star grinned, holding up a finger. "Pillows."

Fenton smirked, chuckling mirthlessly. "Yeah, I don't do that."

"Then why do you have all those dolls and pillows in your room with pictures of girls at this school taped onto them, hmm?" asked Star, sticking out her bottom lip.

"I don't," said Fenton, his smirk dropping. "Why would you tell people I do?"

"Well." Star twirled a strand of her hair. "I was sitting with the A-List at lunch and Paulina asked me if you were a good kisser. And I said we hadn't kissed yet because you wanted to practice a little more. And then they all wanted to know how you practice and I told them that you practice with dolls and pillows."

"That's how it went down, huh?" said Fenton.

Star smiled and bobbed her head in a nod.

"Okay," said Fenton. "Well, you need to tell everyone that you made it up and it's not true."

"I do?" asked Star. "Really?"

"Yeah. Really."

Fenton's eyes hardened into a glare. Star scrunched up her mouth and pretended to think.

"Hmm. Tell you what," said Star. "I'll tell them I made it up if you tell them your freckles really do glow."

Fenton stared at her a moment before chuckling sardonically. "Oh, I see. That's the game you wanna play here."

"Mmm hmm, it really is," said Star, her tone sweet. "So what's your next move gonna be?"

Fenton scoffed. "I could just spread a lie about you, too."

"Oh, yeah, you could," said Star. "But I know you won't."

"How do you figure?"

"Because you're too nice, Fenton."

Fenton held up a finger and opened his mouth, but no words came out. He slowly closed it and looked away in defeat.

"Sucks, doesn't it?" said Star with mock sympathy. "Nice guys really do finish last."

"You know, this is really low," said Fenton. "Even for you."

"Even for me?" Star gasped and pressed a hand to her chest. "That hurts, Fenton. That cuts deep."

Fenton sighed and shook his head. "Why are the prettiest girls always the meanest?"

"Aw, you think I'm pretty, Fenton?" Star puckered her lips.

Fenton narrowed his eyes at her. "You know you're pretty."

"Hmm." Star shrugged and swept her hair over her shoulder. "Yeah, I do."

"I just don't get it," said Fenton. "You're telling everyone that we haven't kissed yet because you're waiting on me to practice more? I mean, whatever happened to not wanting anyone to think we're dating at all?"

"They already think it," said Star. "I just decided to use it to my advantage instead of fighting it."

"Of course you did," muttered Fenton.

"But all of this can go away if you just help me prove to everyone that your freckles glow."

Star clasped her hands behind her back and smiled at him. Fenton folded his arms and stared her down.

"No," he said.

"Yes," said Star, her smile dropping. "Let me get you talking about planets or astronauts in front of the A-List so they can see for themselves that you're a freak and I'm not crazy."

"You know, it's not just talking about astronomy that makes them glow," said Fenton. "It just happens anytime I think about or see something that gets me really excited."

Star raised a brow. "Really?"

Fenton groaned. "Why am I telling you this? I shouldn't be telling you this."

Star checked the time on her phone. "Look, I need to get to tutoring, but if you change your mind, let me know." She looked up at Fenton again. "Oh, and if Paulina asks, just tell her you're definitely not using that picture of her from the marathon she ran last semester to practice kissing, okay? She apparently hates that picture."

"So you're really just going to do this to me?" asked Fenton. "Like, really? You're just going to lie about me like this?"

"Yeah." Star glanced up at the ceiling before nodding definitively. "Yeah, I think I am."

Fenton glared at her, then started marching away a few steps before stopping and turning back.

"And by the way," he said, his index finger pointed at her, "I am a great kisser."

Star scoffed and folded her arms. "Who told you that? Your mom?"

"No," said Fenton, sounding both defensive and haughty. "I've made out with like half the girls at this school, you know."

Star snorted. "Oh, my gosh. Are you talking about when you judged that beauty pageant?"

"So what if I am?"

"Those girls were just desperate to win, Fenton. I mean, even I gave you a back rub."

"You should've tried kissing me instead. You really missed out."

"Yeah, right. Those girls would tell you anything to get your vote. I don't for a second believe you know a thing about kissing."

"Well, now you'll never know for sure." Fenton gestured between the two of them. "Because anything that might've happened between us, it's now off the table."

"It was never on the table."

"Well, now it's even more not on the table."

"Fine by me, space boy."

They stared each other down, Fenton's face turning pink while Star felt heat traveling up her neck as she noticed that his lips actually did have a nice shape to them.

And for a moment, she wondered just what would it be like to kiss him?

She cleared her throat and shook her head. "Let me know if you change your mind about showing everyone your freckles glow."

"I'm not going to change my mind," said Fenton.

"Then I guess we'll just see what happens next, won't we?"

Fenton scowled before turning and actually walking away this time. Star smirked and started walking in the opposite direction toward the tutoring room.

Part 9

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23 - Baseball Payback

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Part 24

Texas Romance

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"No brain boy. It means Y/n thinks he's cheating on her." Running a hand through my hair I flopped back on the couch trying to figure out how I could fix this mess.

Curled up on Missy's bedroom I haven't moved from this room for a couple days. Connie agreed to watch little Aurora. Somebody knocked on the door slowly opening it for me to pull the covers down my face seeing Missy. She closed the door carrying a plate full of brisket. Sitting up in the bed I take the food from her so she can sit in front of me. "What can I do to make you happy Y/n?" She asked hugging her legs to her chest as I ate dinner in silence. Georgie and I haven't spoken to each other in days. Even when we have to pass each other in the small house I completely avoided eye contact. "I don't know, Mis....I trust want to slap him in the face." I clutch the fork in my right hand stabbing the meat. "Oh I've got it. I threw an apple straight at Marcus's face. I could do that to my brother." I snorted trying to not choke on my dinner

Eyeing my wedding ring laying on the desk against the window I slump my shoulders. Getting up from the bed sitting the empty plate down digging around for my shoes and jacket. Missy watches my movements clearly seeing that what her brother did and never told me was hurting my heart. Granted we didn't start dating until a Missy was going into her first day of Middle school so I shouldn't be mad that he was interested in another girl. Exiting the room Missy followed after me when I grabbed my truck keys twirling them on my finger. "Get your glove. We're heading to practice early." She grinned rushing back into her room bouncing off the walls almost while carrying her gear for practice. So we drove to the batting cages seeing Connie's ex Dale already there.

"Hey Y/n, what are you doing here. Last I heard you were on mertnity leave with Georgie." He spoke putting his baseball cap back on his head. Missy sat her bag down grabbing her ball and glove. Crossing my arms over my chest I nod my head putting my hair into a ponytail. "Yeah well we're having issues so I thought I'd come throw some balls with Missy." Turning on my heels I grab a orange ballcap putting it on before picking up a ball. Missy sits her ball on the ground standing on the mond eyeing a bat leaning on the fence. "How about you hit your frustration out on my brother?" Taking a step forward I picked up the bat giving her a nod to pitch me a ball. She raised her arm back throwing a ball my direction and when I swing it the ball almost goes over the fence. "Woah maybe I should give you a job as a bater Y/n!" Dale cheers rising from the bench grinning.

Smiling back at my boss I did a few more frustrating hits and did actually manage to get two homeruns. An hour later we switched where I was on the mond and she was practicing pitching from home base. The wind blows the loose hair from my ponytail in my face so I blew it away catching her first ball. "Nice job Missy." She smiled when I pulled my arm back throwing mine a little harder where she slide back getting some dust on her pants. Covering my mouth with my hand that didn't have the glove on it I gasped suddenly. "Oops sorry Mis. I'll try and not knock you on your butt." She dusts off her white pants still smiling getting ready to toss another ball my direction. "Don't do that. None of the boys can even throw that good. Go again." She cheers where I raised my hand catching the ball she'd thrown perfectly again. The metal gate to enter the batting cage opened and I clutched the ball in my hand seeing Georgie and Veronica walking our direction.

"What's he doing here with her. I'll get rid of her give me the ball." Missy asked holding out an open hand seeing that I am starting to cry. Dale walked up behind us about to go talk to my husband and Veronica. "I'll go get rid of them, girls." I raised my hand pressing it against his chest stopping him until I clutched my right hand around the ball. Georgie is talking to Veronica and she glanced over direction with a smile. Moving my right arm back I gripped the baseball over my shoulder without thinking I launched the ball straight towards my husband. Veronica screamed before Georgie tackled her to the dirt. The baseball gets stuck in the fence above their heads. Missy glanced at me as I stiffened my back straight frozen at what I just did. "Now that's what I call revenge with a baseball." Dale broke the intense silence before I turned and ran towards the truck feeling tears starting to come out.

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OATMEAL RAISIN MAN

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He took a second to look the other man over, noticing that his long hair was kept up in a bun today, with little curls hanging out to frame his face. Usually he’d wear his hair down, having at least one hand twirling a curl while he talked. He also didn’t seem to have as many rings on as usual, not that Steve had been keeping track of his rings or anything, and he wasn’t wearing his leather bracelet. God, Steve really needed to not stare at his hands so much, normal people didn’t just stare at their customers hands every time they saw them. Normal people also probably weren’t as interested in the way oatmeal raisin man’s shirt sleeves cuffed his arms perfectly, or the way that the bottom of his shirt rode up a little around his stomach, showing off some of his extremely pale skin. Steve stood there for what was probably too long, staring at him, before realizing he should definitely have responded to what the man had said.

“Oh- No, I definitely work all day on Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, and Thursdays, and basically like every day we’re open. They kind of have me working just about as much as they can since one of my old coworkers quit, since I’m one of the only people not still in high school and I don’t really have anything else to do, besides babysit these stupid highschoolers I’m friends with-“ He started rambling, a light flush on his cheeks while he started counting on his fingers all of the reasons he would most definitely be there, leaving out that seeing oatmeal raisin man was reason number one. “But you definitely are not here to listen to me talk about how ridiculously boring and lame my life is, I’m so sorry, did you want your usual?” He asked, running a hand through his hair and trying to seem more nonchalant.

“Actually, I was thinking that today I might see what you recommend, Stevie boy. What’s your favorite dessert here?” Oatmeal raisin man asked while he crossed his arms, one hand coming up to play with a curl. He tilted his head slightly, batting his eyelashes as Steve stood there, his mouth slightly open.

“Ummm… I’m not really big on sweets if I’m gonna be completely honest with you, but I think our chocolate chip cookies are good? I made the ones that are out today, so it’s honestly probably fifty-fifty, there’s a reason I’m usually in the front helping customers.” Steve explained, the hand that was in his hair moving to scratch the back of his neck as he gave a half shrug. He moved to the case with cookies, and pulled out a pretty chocolate filled cookie. He placed it into one of the little brown bags that they had, and slid it over the counter to oatmeal raisin man.

“Oh? They just leave you and your pretty face out here all by yourself?” Oatmeal raisin man joked, his eyes never leaving Steve as he moved to stand back in front of him. He moved to pull his wallet from his back pocket, flipping it open and taking out a five dollar bill. When he held his hand with the money out to Steve, it was pushed back to him as Steve’s fingers curled around his own.

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Linda Mujer : Ch. 4~...

From that point on it was more or less smooth sailing. Merce seemed to open a bit more. But only a bit. She still made a stunning if slightly self-possessed vision perched on the couch between Robert & Jimmy.

The girls who had hoped to end up with Robert or Jimmy still whispered about her. But not one of them cared much. Even in the times when a rather pushy girl attempted to perch herself on Robert's lap startling Merce a bit, the lads handled it with their usual aplomb. Robert gently repositioned the girl back onto her feet. "There we are, luv. Careful now. Don't want you to hurt yourself. Ya having fun?"

"Yeah. But I think I'd have more fun with you." She whined, attempting to twirl a curl of his blonde hair around her finger.

Robert stopped her short, taking her hand & pressing a kiss to her fingers. "I'm glad you think so, luv. But maybe another time, yeah?" He then clinked glasses with her. "Cheers."

The girl nodded, batting her eyes at him & giving Jimmy a little wave too before throwing Merce a look & sauntering off in a huff.

Merce was a bit surprised & yet somehow not at all. "Are they always like that?"

Robert shrugged. "Sometimes. They can be. Some of them."

Jimmy's hand then came over hers, patting it comfortingly. "But you need never worry about that, my dear. Not with us. Not ever."

Just then, Peter appeared. "Mind if I take him from you for a moment, my dear? Have to talk a bit of business & I don't want to bore you with all the inconsequentials."

"Anything for you, papa. Hurry back." She smiled.

A moment later Robert brought up the elephant in the room once more. "So, how do you know Peter again, luv?"

"Robert~..." She laughed. "I told you already. I'd tell you over tea one day. Maybe."

"Tomorrow." He pointed out.

"Tomorrow..." She nodded before adding a beat later. "Maybe..."

They both laughed.

Robert then leaned in, going in for a kiss suddenly. Merce turned to the side, reaching for a bottle of cider. This leads Robert's nose only graze her hair.

He inhaled her scent & grunted. Half-growled. Roses. Jasmine. Sandalwood. Patchouli. Oranges. Vanilla. Musk. He throbbed just from that. The scent on her skin. The scent on her. The scent of her.

Turning back as Robert leaned back a bit, Merce tilted the bottle towards him. "Another cider?"

"How'd you know? Thank you, luv." He laughed, taking it & taking a big swig before beginning again. "Your perfume..."

"Oh? Oh, you like? Thank you. It's called Bal a Versailles." She smiled brightly.

"Let me guess. Roses, jasmine, oranges, sandalwood, patchouli, vanilla, musk."

"Yes!" She clapped quickly in a miniature form of applause, leading Robert to bow making her laugh again. "Very good! Yes, it's got tons of floral & fruity & green notes. I even get a hint of lemon at times."

"Lemon you say?" He quirked a brow. "One of my favorites."

"So I've heard... Can't imagine where though..." Merce shrugged, leading them to share a conspiratorial laugh.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything..."

They looked to the sound of the voice to see Jimmy headed back their way.

"Hello, stranger." Merce's smile remained bright as she welcomed him back. "All done making your illicit business deals & discussing your ill gotten gains?"

Jimmy laughed. "Cheeky. Where did all this cheek come from?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Merce shifted her gown to allow him to easily retake his seat before then adjusting her glimmering shroud. "Behind a veil."

All three laughed.

Robert was still laughing as he added. "Yeah, Pagey. Are you done powdering your nose?"

Jimmy cut him a look that was just to the left of withering, clearly unamused. "Ha-ha, Percy. Spoken like someone who's on his fifth cider of the night."

"Gentlemen!" Merce spoke up, fighting back a laugh. "Gentlemen! Gentlemen please! I met you as gentlemen & I'd prefer if gentlemen you remained!" Now the laughter broke through, making her fight back tears of a different kind as she covered her mouth.

Her face flushing hot from both the situation & her ribald laughter, Merce pulled a lace folding fan from her pocketbook & began to fan herself as she collected herself. This gave the gentlemen at hand time to do the same. It also gave time for a surprisingly simple question to bore itself into their heads.

"By the way, luv..." Robert started with the lighting of another cigarette & another sip of his cider. "Your name on the marquee your sort of stage name... Linda Mercedes or Mercedes Linda depending on region I'm told... Is that your actual name? Or are we to remain calling you Miss or Señorita Rios until Peter lets us in or we find out the truth?"

"Indeed. It's so simple yet lyrical in its simplicity. Almost too perfect to be real." Jimmy nodded, alighting a fresh cig of his own off of Robert's.

"And yet it is." She nodded with a giggle. "Rather funny enough it is both a play on words in Spanish and my actual name. Though, I don't know if the play on words was intended at that time of course."

"Linda meaning pretty in Spanish right?" Robert asked, chest puffing in pride at his opportunity to show off even the barest touch of bilingualism.

"Yes, it does." She nodded. "It's been anglicized into being pronounced, "Lihn-duh" in English-speaking countries. But in Spanish & thusly in my name, it is meant to be pronounced more along the lines of "Leen-dah"."

"Leen-dah?" Robert inquired to Merce's nodding approval. He then practiced the newfound pronunciation under his breath, hiding his hard-working lips behind his cider bottle.

"How fitting. Linda Mercedes Rios." Jimmy noted, doing his best to use the correct pronunciation.

"Pretty Mercedes Rios." Robert grinned, making sure his dimple popped to full effect. He leaned into her slightly, though whether he was attempting another kiss or merely a nuzzle was unclear as before he could make too much of an inroads, Jimmy cut in.

"Is it Linda Mercedes or Mercedes Linda Rios then?"

"It's Mercedes Linda. Officially, on my birth certificate, it reads - and Peter will tell you..." Merce cast a wry smile Robert's direction before returning her gaze to Jimmy. "Mercedes Linda Lolita Laelia Lourdes Quintero Rojas."

"Wah..." Robert hushed in surprise at the indeed lyrical & old world sounding name.

Jimmy, however, at least externally, was less than gobsmacked. "Lolita Quintero? Like in "Mark of Zorro"?"

"You know it? Wow!" Merce's eyes widened. "I'm surprised. That movie came out before either of us was born! Are you a fan of it? Big on swashbuckling, Jimmy?"

Robert felt his stomach muscles contract with the effort it took to hold in the laughter that was clawing at his diaphragm to get out as he shrugged, doing his best to maintain his lackadaisical exterior, noting wryly. "Nah. Just Lolitas..."

Merce gazed at him in slight confusion, allowing Jimmy to cut in again as he cut his eyes at his blonde friend in a look that was a little less than mirthful & amused.

"I've seen it a few times. A spirited picture. You do the name perfect justice, may I say. It fits you beautifully. Truly lovely." Jimmy punctuated his words with a kiss to her hand, on the curve of her knuckles, holding it between his larger two yet again.

Her smile was incandescent now. Face lit by a blush as it nestled in a shroud of stars & shimmering sparkles as it was still being cooled by the soft waves of her lace fan.

"Thank you..." She whispered in a voice that was cooler than her burning cheeks & the heat flickering in her chest - fires building in her heart - would seemingly show or allow. "You are a gentleman."

Robert was not to be dissuaded though. "So many pretty names. For such a pretty girl. Fitting indeed." His Cheshire Cat grin remained as he - taking note of Pagey's hold on her hand - busied himself in arranging & fixing an errant curl near the curve of her neck.

Her blush intensified, leading her to begin fanning slightly faster to quell the flames as he continued.

"Such lovely names for such a lovely girl." He repeated in a purr, the backs of his fingers caressing her downy cheek as he curled & twined the errant lock of hair around his fingertips. "I heard Peter call you Merce, is that what you like to be called? What you prefer to be called? Certainly is less formal & distant-sounding than Miss or Señorita Rios."

Merce opened her mouth to speak or attempt to speak when she was distracted by the chimes of a nearby clock. Checking her watch to see if the chimed time was correct instead she was left to gasp. "I'm afraid that is something you'll have to decide yourself. Either that or perhaps we can pick this up at tea tomorrow. It seems that if Peter is to call me anything right now it should be a car. That is if I'm to get any sleep before my rehearsals or said tea tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh? So soon? Must you leave just yet, Cinderella?" Robert teased, continuing his cheek caresses.

"I'm afraid I must." With a soft, shy giggle Merce stowed her fan back away. She then took Jimmy's hand & kissed him on the cheek & repeating with Robert before adding as she rose & turned to face the both of them. "I had a wonderful time tonight. I can't thank you two enough for reuniting me with Peter. I don't have the words. There are no words. I shall cry if I even try to attempt to find them. Just know I am forever grateful. Eternally grateful. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. But I really must go. Please excuse me. I hope to see you tomorrow."

"Anytime, luv." Robert reclined, looking very much the laid-back rock Golden God, even as he reached out to hold her hand like Jimmy was yet again doing himself. Caressing the back of her hand with his thumb, he grinned his same Cheshire Cat grin while looking up at her. "And you can count on it. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Jimmy patted her hand softly, speaking just as softly. "You're very welcome, my dear. And indeed, I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow. Shall I see you to the car?" He asked, beginning to rise from the couch, as Robert did in turn before Merce shook her head & stopped both.

"No, please. You've done enough trust me." She laughed. "I don't want to take you from the party unnecessarily. This is your party after all. They're your guests. I'll just have Peter walk me down if he can manage to get away a moment. Thank you just the same. Thank you. Thank you. Goodnight."

And with a quick curtsy, her hands left theirs. And in a breathless hush, she left to find Peter. And in the blink of an eye, both she & Peter left the room, Peter insisting on following & accompanying her home in order to ensure she make it safely there.

And with that, just as if the last remnants of a glimmering, shimmering, shrouded dream, in said blink of an eye, she was gone...

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As ever, this is forever under construction~!

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