#waylon park x reader

[lunarbreaksblog]

Eddie loves his wife

Can be interpreted as Waylon or the reader :)

#eddie gluskin x reader #eddie gluskin #my art #art #waylon park #waylon park x eddie gluskin #outlast #outlast art #sketch

[tabbycatto]

Hello, babes. It's been a long time and i apologize, but I can't promise I won't dip out again. Right now, i will try to write again on the asks in my inbox. I won't be active much though!

I updated the masterlist :) probably will keep updating

NO incest!!!

i'm open to yandere/stalker/dark themes and mature themes

ASSASSIN'S CREED: SYNDICATE

Evie Frye

Jacob Frye

DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Dante

Nero

V

DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

The Outsider

Daud

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

OUTLAST

Eddie Gluskin

Waylon Park

Miles Upshur

Blake Langermann

RESIDENT EVIL

Leon S. Kennedy

Claire Redfield

Albert Wesker

Karl Heisenberg

Dimitrescu daughters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ethan Winters

SCRUTINIZED/WELCOME TO THE GAME

Tanner Grayton

Breather

THE EVIL WITHIN

Ruvik

Joseph Oda

Sebastian Castellanos

#vergil x reader #ruvik x reader #heisenberg x reader #ruvik #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #dante x reader #nero x reader #v x reader #corvo attano #the outsider #dishonored #dishonored 2 #daud dishonored #outlast #outlast whistleblower #eddie gluskin #waylon park #miles upshur #blake langermann #outlast x reader #dmc x reader #vergil sparda x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy #re2 remake #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #joseph oda

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Killer croc seeing his s/o; who’s a chubby sweet lady, getting sexually harassed by a creeper. Making inappropriate remarks about her body; she’s big busted and wide hips with a big butt.

"Cupcake." Killer Croc x f!reader

🔪🐊🔪Oh so we're fucking people up today. I see. I see.

TW: violence, blood, harassment, sexual harassment

Waylon had been running late for your meeting. His neighbor Mr. Wilkins- nice old man (and blind as a bat), asked him to look at a stuck window in his house. Begrudgingly he agreed. This devolved into Waylon doing several thing around the place that needed to be done for him and losing complete track of time.

By the time he rolled up to the park and the spot you agreed on, he saw you were occupied talking to someone. At least, at first it looked like talking. Yet the way your arms crossed over your buxom chest and your body leaning away... Oh it was going to be that kind of fucking day.

As Waylon got closer he could hear all the vile, disgusting things the creep was saying to you. Sexual, all about your body, your "birthing hips" and curves. The man was too focused on his harassment to even notice your beau coming up behind him.

"Yeah. She's beautiful, ain't she?" Waylon growled. As the man started turning around, Waylon cracked his knuckles, "No, nah keep going- What was he sayin', chere? He could help you fit a baby up there?"

You slowly nodded, your face bright red. He could see tears forming in your eyes and it sent him to a rage. The creep kept apologizing, saying it was all just a joke and that he didn't know she was taken-

Croc glared, "You think this is about her bein' my girl? That's not the sole problem, fuck face. Yeah, I'd kill for her, but a joke? You joke like that with your mama? Nobody taught you a goddamn lick a' manners, that much I can see." He looks at you for a moment before tilting his head. You turn away, not even bothering to ask for mercy for the bastard.

"I'll teach you." His claws tore deep into the sweatshirt of the man, pulling him forward. The creep screamed as blood was drawn. Waylon let the man's head slam onto the ground. Even outside, there was a crunching sound as his nose broke.

Then your partner, the Killer Croc, yanked the man up by the right wrist. Up, up until feet were off the ground. Waylon could feel the pop of this pathetic piece of shits shoulder as it disjointed from the socket. A bubbling, bloody gurgle came from the throat.

It was then Waylon felt your hands on his arm. You didn't have to say anything. This was enough. Waylon let the man down just enough so they would be face to face.

"I ever see you bothering my girl or any other girl again, I'm gonna eat your face and shit you out, do you understand?" The growl was unlike anything you heard from your partner before. The creep nodded and was tossed to the ground. He ran.

Waylon waited for the man to disappear out of sight before looking down at you, "You okay? He touch you?"

You shook your head and hugged him, "I'm just happy you're here."

He hugs you back, his claws gently moving through your hair. A hum vibrates through his chest to you. It's comforting. Then he's got your hand and is pulling you away.

"Let's get outta here. Let's go to that bakery you like. Cupcakes for my cupcake, huh?" He attempts to give you a warm smile as best as he can. You smile back and ask why he was late anyways.

He remembers and starts, "You wouldn't fuckin' believe-"

#killer croc #waylon jones #killer croc x reader #foxwriting

[deathbecomesitself]

Hello!

Note: This is my new account! I lost my old one: Deathbecomesit

This is my slasher/horror fanfic page. A little haven for my creative mind and darker creations!

Taking Requests as of now!

About Me:

I am currently an 18 year old spook, I go by any/all pronouns! I do not have a preference and I don’t mind whatever y’all refer me to!

My Wattpad . Please do not repost my writing without credit or my knowledge!

I’m an artist, there will be art here and there! I hope y’all love it.

I naturally write SFW, as it’s what I’m accustomed to. HOWEVER, If requested or desired I will happily write NSFW.

My writings vary from one-shots to stories! As well as HC, including Imagines, etc.

Warning:

Please be aware that these material will have warnings given, as you know yourself the best and what you and cannot handle. For the darker and Nsfw pieces of this channel, if you wish to read it, go ahead! I won’t shun you or anything since I cannot tell you what to do but only advise.

If at any point in time, you feel a certain way, just stop reading. You can stop and click away or just block me! I want everyone to be comfortable and happy.

I am restarting my blog here as stated previously, I am still quite new to this haha. I will be writing for fictional killers, horror related things and OCs. So do expect some darker themes. I’ll tag them to the best of my abilities, I’m still learning lol-

Currently writing for:

(Horror)

/Slashers/

•”The House of Wax”: Bo and Vincent Sinclair

•"Halloween": Michael Myers (1978 and 2018)

•"Friday the 13th": Jason Voorhees

•"Scream": Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

•"Nightmare on Elm Street": Freddy Krueger

•"Bride of Chucky": Tiffany Valentine and Charles Lee Ray

•"Hannibal /Series/": Hannibal and Will Graham

•"My Bloody Valentine": Harry Warden

•"The Boy": Brahms Heelshire

•"It": Pennywise (2018)

•"Chainsaw Massacre": Thomas Hewitt and Bubba Sawyer

•"Outlast-Series": Eddie Gluskin, The Walrider, Chris Walker and Val.

•"Dead by Daylight": The Trickster, Legion, The Pig, Ghostface /Danny Johnson/, The Trapper, The Wraith, Huntress, Spirit, Oni, The Cenobite /Elliot/, The Executioner /Pyramid Head/, Nemesis and The DeathSlinger. (Michael is Included here as well ^^)

(Survivors)

•"Dead by Daylight": Steve Harrington, Leon S. Kennedy, Cheryl Mason, Jake Park, Felix Richter, Quentin Smith, Nancy Wheeler, Ash J. William, David King. (Laurie is included here as well ^^)

•"Halloween": Laurie Strode (1978 and 2018)

•"Outlast": Miles Upshur, Waylon Park.

(Original Characters) /Various fandoms-crossovers/

•"Bioshock": Deuce "Bubba" Ortega /The Big Brother/

•"Creepy Pasta": Judas Vonbite /The Stalker/, Jasper SoulEater /TearDrop/

•"Scream": Quentin "Requiem" Diaz /Ghostly/

•"Slasher/Dbd": Jackayl Harley "Diablo" Diaz Ortega /The Grimm Horror/. Mister J /The Widower/

This is subject to change!

Works:

(Winter Wonderland)

• Christmas with the Slashers (1/2)

• Christmas with the Slashers (2/2)

• Christmas Shopping: Michael Myers x GN! Reader

What I do NOT write for:

•NSFW involving Minors! (Only fluff/family/Platonic!!!)

#horror #slashers #slasher fanfiction #will eventually add a master list #stories #slasher ocs #fanfic writer

[riaswritingalore]

Rules & Info

note: fnaf roleplay sideblog (I follow from this blog)

fandomless/multifandom angel oc rp blog here.

Hey, my name is Ria, I use she/her pronouns, I’m 26 and welcome all to my blog. This will be a multi-fandom blog. Requests are OPEN. I will accept up to 10 asks before closing them so I don’t overwhelm myself.

NO NSFW in this blog.

RULES

Have your age stated somewhere or tell me if you are or not 18+

Remember to be nice when asking.

Anons are welcome here.

Please no NSFW.

Be patient, don't push me to finish something but you may ask how it's going nicely.

I will pick up requests that interest me, if I didn't pick yours don't feel .

discouraged, you can ask for something else.

You will not find politics stuff here, this is a safe writing blog.

My reader will be female or gender neutral.

WHAT I WILL WRITE ✔

❤ Romance

⚘ Fluff

😥 Angst

💔 Hurt/Comfort

⭐ Alternate Universes

Fandoms

ISWM - In Space With Markiplier

Mark Egos

WKM - Who Killed Markiplier

(Note: I will NOT write for actual irl youtuber Mark)

Genshin Impact

FNAF - Five Nights At Freddy's: Mostly SL, Pizzeria Simulator, Security Breach, FNAF 4

Outlast: only the main trio (Miles Upshur, Waylon Park, Blake Langermann) + Eddie Gluskin

JoJo: up to part 3 I haven't watched the rest so please no spoilers

Uncharted 4

FNF - Friday Night Funkin': specifically the Mid-Fight Masses mod

Attack on Titan (up to date, I will tag spoilers)

Tokyo Ghoul the manga (I haven't finished Tokyo Ghoul: Re so please no spoilers)

NEW!

Assassin's Creed: Altaïr and Ezio trilogy.

CoD: MW2 (2022 reboot)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE ❌

Self-harm

Minor x Adult

NSFW

Yandere (it's not cute to me and it makes me uncomfortable)

Abusive relationships (I may write about a character that has been abused)

R*pe or mentions off.

#rules

[outlustings]

hey can you do something with Eddie or waylon with lots of praise and/or maybe somno

(gn!reader wakes eddie up with a bj and gets phucced missionary style by waylon. yes, that's the entire post, your honor. very graphic lmao oops.)

×

EDDIE GLUSKIN

You woke up with a jolt and something burning inside your loins.

You rolled over, feeling the cool, damp air against your skin as you peeled the sweaty sheets off of yourself, shoving the moth-eaten blanket towards Eddie's side of the bed as you stretched languidly, blinking at the slim rays of sunshine peeking in from the broken windows. Pink and orange - it was still early. You yawned.

You heard him grunt softly in his sleep as your arm brushed against his chest, and you turned to him, watched how his lips parted as he sighed softly. You nuzzled against his neck, inhaling his scent, musky and bitter and oddly sweet. That sharp smell of decay and iron and copper that never really left him. The stench of the asylum.

"Eddie...?" you whispered.

He grunted again. Even softer, it was more like a whine in the back of his throat, and you felt his weight shift on the creaking mattress as he lifted his hips up, bucking them in the air. You stopped, your eyes flicking down to where the sheets were bunched up, just below his navel. And there - oh.

He was hard.

You watched his hips roll against the air, slowly, sluggishly. You grinned at the tented fabric.

You gazed at him excitedly, saw how his nostrils flared, his scarred face still relaxed as he was fast asleep. You scooted down on the bed, careful not to wake him as you gripped the sheet covering his lower half, pulled it down gently to his knees, licking your lips at the sight of his morning wood. You felt filthy looking at it, how it poked against the thin fabric of his white underwear, but you couldn't tear your eyes off of the thick shaft and the round head, already weeping with precum as you moved your hands slowly to the waistband. His muscles twitched as you raked your nails against his abdomen, gently, tenderly, tugging at his pants as you lay on your chest, pulling his half-hard cock out of its confines.

Eddie's breathing was still steady and deep, stuffy as he sucked in another breath through the rashes in his throat. You couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as you wrapped your hand around him, engulfing the base of his heat with your hand as you began stroking, slowly, very slowly, watching and feeling how his flesh stiffened against your palm as his hips lifted ever so slightly against your touch with each flick of your wrist. You stroked his cock to full hardness, your eyes flickering between the leaking tip and his parted lips and how his brows furrowed softly, but he stayed asleep - it's all so filthy, you thought as you leaned down to press your lips against the throbbing head of his cock. He grunted, his legs tensing up, tangled in the sheets as you pushed your head down, easing his tip against your tongue, the velvety flesh stinging your tongue with the bitter, musky taste of his lust. You hollowed your cheeks, pressed yourself further down, down until the tip of his cock brushed against the flat back of your tongue, and you swirled it around the head, sucking him in as your eyes moved to his face.

"H-ah," he breathed out.

You froze, your tongue resting against the base of his glans as you watched his eyes shoot open.

"Darling...?"

You popped his length out of your mouth, shrinking back in embarassment.

"I'm sorry - I couldn't - I wanted to... I'm sorry..." you stammered, but he blinked at you with a lopsided grin spreading to his face. He rolled his hips up wordlessly and let his length rest against you, the tip of his cock hitting your bottom lip.

"Don't stop," he whispered faintly, gritting his teeth as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.

He was half-asleep, his blue eyes hazy as you sucked his cock, giving him a demure smile as his eyes fluttered open and closed, his hand moving to the crown of your head, pushing you down lazily as heavy breaths spilled from his lips. He stroked your hair tenderly.

"Oh, darling," he sighed, his breath hitching as you pushed your head down, your chin resting against his balls as the wetness of your throat constricted around the tip of his dick, "Oh - fuck - that's good. You're so good."

His voice was raspy and hoarse, still asleep, and you smiled as tears stung your eyes and you let out an ugly gag but the way he groaned out another curse made you stay down, letting him fuck your throat in shallow thrusts.

"Yes," he moaned, "That's it, take it all - fuck - you're insatiable, aren't you? I'm not even -..." his laugh melted into a rugged moan as you popped your head up and slapped the tip of his cock against your tongue, giving him an obscene look through your lashes, "...- I'm not even awake and you... God, you're so good. You're such an adorable little slut."

He dug his fingers into your scalp as you took him in his mouth again, his head falling against the lumpy pillows as you started moving up and down, your spit making his throbbing shaft glisten as he watched it disappear between your lips again and again, his blue eyes fixed on the way your swollen lips stretched around his flushed skin.

"Oh, darling, darling - that's it... I'm going to -..."

He swore under his breath, stroking your hair as you sucked his cock with a feverish pace.

It didn't take long for him to cum, and when you felt the heat of his bitter cum hit the back of your throat, you swallowed it down, held your head down as you felt his balls pulse against your chin, his hips bucking up into your mouth as he came down your throat with a breathy groan, the underside of his cock twitching against your tongue as he writhed against the mattress.

You hoped he'd forgive your impatience. But you thought you already knew the answer.

×

WAYLON PARK

Waylon always liked to ease the tension of a long day at work before going to sleep. He always wanted to make sure both of you would be relaxed, and he preferred to do it this way.

And you couldn't really help but admire his commitment to making you feel good even after a tiring work day, and how he could fuck you into the mattress like that when his eyes were red with fatigue. But he was so good at it all.

You could feel how his knees dipped into the mattress as he ground himself into you from above, his mouth on yours as he pressed your hips against the bed with his own, pinning you down, his needy grunts reverberating against your tongue.

Your muscles were sore but his restless pounding into you made the tenseness in your body melt into jolts of pleasure again and again as you felt him drag his cock inside you. Sharp, shallow thrusts that stretched you deliciously around his slender cock, made your body bounce on the mattress as he grunted in your ear, sweat and precum pooling in the apex of your thighs as Waylon fucked you.

"You're so tight," he rasped against your ear, giving the lobe a playful nip as he groaned when you clenches around him, "You feel so good around me - oh, Christ..."

"Fuck, Waylon -..." you gasped, wrapping your legs tighter around his narrow hips, moaning loudly with laughter bubbling up inside you as your brain went hazy from the warmth inside your abdomen, the intense relief you felt with every thrust against your tightness, "Oh my god," you whined and pressed your lips against his jaw, hearing him whimper against you.

"You're so - so lovely," he breathed out, giving your lips a chaste peck as he rolled his hips against you, his cock hitting a new angle inside you that made you mewl, "I love you," he muttered.

"I - fuck -..." you swallowed thickly and screwed your eyes shut as Waylon snapped his hips forward, letting out a little chuckle as he did so.

"Oh, right there?"

"Yeah," you choked out, giving him a weak grin as he captured your lips again, his muttering tickling your sensitive lips as he praised you.

"... taking me so well..."

He kissed you, his lips moving from your mouth to your neck, his slow, deep thrusts never ceasing as your combined weight made the bed creak.

The heat of his skin atop of yours, his weight pressed against you, his throbbing cock inside you - it all felt so comforting. You clung onto him, hugged him tighter to your chest, your fingers in his hair as tenderness filled you and your brain thrummed with lovely little words and little shuddering lights. You wiggled your hips against his, rolling with his thrusts, your wanton moans echoing in the room with the erratic slaps of his heavy balls against your ass. You felt the muscles of his back ripple underneath your fingertips as he craned his head back, ripping his lips from your neck to look into your eyes with his jaw slack, brows furrowed.

"Fuck, I'm close," he whispered, "You're so good and tight - fuck, fuck, fuck."

He grunted loudly, snapping his hips forward, adjusting himself on top of you as you let out a slight giggle when his hand moved down between your legs to stroke you. You groaned, watched how his face melted into a smirk as his brows furrowed in concentration, his flushed cheeks glistening with sweat as he fucked you thoroughly.

"You're so hot when you cum - please, please, cum on my -..." he whimpered, "Cum on my cock."

"Harder," you breathed out, pressing your nose against his, watching how his pupils swallowed you up and his hips slammed into you with bruising force before he let out a weak whine, his hips stuttering, curses falling from his lips as he tried to pull away from your embrace, but you squeezed him tighter to you, felt how he came inside you, moaned and giggled at his groans as he flooded you with his hot cum. His voice trembled as he opened his mouth, his hips still pressed flush against yours.

"Oh, fuck, fuck - I'm sorry..." he whispered, his cheeks a bright red, "I'm sorry."

You stroked his face, rolled your hips up, clenching around him, grinning at the way he whimpered as you milked him.

You weren't done with him yet.

#outlast: whistleblower #outlast fanfiction #outlast x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #not sfw #eddie gluskin #eddie gluskin x reader #waylon park #waylon park x reader

[fire-hashira]

I would like to request Miles x female reader (romantic) with Waylon involved. After the events of the game, Miles (with the Walrider) and Waylon comes to Miles' girlfriend (reader) for help to expose Murkoff. Angst with an happy ending

Imma have y/n be a lawyer cause.....plot reasons

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "wait wait wait hold on, let me get this straight right now" you say as you look at your boyfriend and the man that came with him, they had just told you what had happened and showed the videos they had of what they had been through, in hopes of seeking your help.

sitting in shock you look for the right words, Miles and Waylon sit there, you stand up and take a few steps around the room, you look at them and take a deep breath "all this, all because of this awful company, this walrider, dream therapy, and other evidence you both recorded and now you guys are being hunted down?"

both men nodded, so you sit down nodding your head as your thought process did its best to gather the information, as you did Waylon cleared his throat catching your attention, looking at him as he fidget with his fingers "if I may Ms. l/n, it was my fault Miles went, I worked there and sent an email to Miles" taking in the new piece of information you think things through.

after a while you nodded at the two "ok, I'll help, but know this will be a hard one cause of how scandalous this may get and well it might get messy quick"

And so you, Miles, and Waylon spent the next few years on this case, doing your best to show how the variants were treated, Waylon and Miles's testimonies, Waylon's email to Miles, Miles's injuries due to a variant, and more, it was long, tiring, and draining

we have not reached a verdict, hopefully, once we do it will be in our favor, to go through all this only to lose would be a nightmare, I just want those two to be free of the nightmare of all this.

(I'm sorry this took so long to finish, and I am so sorry this is shit)

#outlast #outlast x reader #miles upshur x reader #waylon park x reader #miles upshur #waylon park

[chaliskys-blog]

So I found out my meme I made a while ago kinda blew up and became the Outlast hashtag background image and I’m honestly so happy idek why but thank you everyone that enjoys my trash ilysm ;_;

#fandom #my best work #horror #outlast #outlast 2 #jeremy blaire #blake langermann #chris walker #miles upshur #waylon park #outlast miles #outlast waylon #the murkoff account #murkoff corporation #outlast x reader #outlast trials #outlast whistleblower #pauline glick #richard trager #lynn langermann #the twins #father martin #frank manera #paul marion #rudolf wernicke #variants #tumblr memes #outlast meme #thank u #ily mutuals

[7habitsofhighlyeviceratedpeople]

this link is expired there’s a new one on my account

#outlast #outlast whistleblower #outlast 2 #richard trager #miles upshur #waylon park #eddie gluskin #jeremy blaire #chris walker #frank manera #father martin #outlast fandom #outlast cosplay #outlast fanfiction #outlast fan art #outlast x reader #outlast tiktok #outlast meme #horror games #outlast trials #outlast dlc

[deadqueenz]

Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader x Waylon Park: Stay Alive

"Fucking idiots, they delivered their own selves to Gluskin's hell."

Waylon stops and looks over his shoulder at the retreating back of the patient with multiple personalities. "I....I think we're alright now." He says putting his hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath.

Y/N patiently waits for his breathing to return to normal before motioning that they should continue, Waylon swallows hard as his stomach twists with uneasiness, Gluskin's Hell.

He couldn't pretend he hasn't heard that name before, he even saw the man get put into the engine. He shudders as he thought back to the terror in his eyes, how he begged for Waylon to help him.

Would he still remember Waylon? Would he try to kill him? Y/N tugs on his arm, urging him to let them continue forward with haste, what was the big rush? Was she prepared to have a date with death this soon?!

"Is there no other way?" Waylon asks as he checks the battery in the video camera, and changes it when he saw the battery was dying. Y/N shakes her head and Waylon could feel his hope for escaping drop a little lower as they walk towards the Groom's Horror Show.

(Time Skip)

Waylon hands trembled slightly as he stares at the gruesome scene before him; a dead male patient laid on a table with his legs spread apart and tied down at the ankles by rope, a male nurse standing on his left with his head covered by a bloody sheet.

Their hands tied together as if holding the nurse were holding his hand to help him through the labor. Waylon swallows hard as he looked closer, zooming in to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

Sure enough, the sutured stomach was distended with a head peek through and another laid closely to the crotch of the "woman" in labor. For a split second, he remembers when Lisa was in labor with his youngest son.

He held her hand tightly, giving her words of encouragement despite being nervous and a bit terrified by all the blood. His eyes glistens with unshed tears and unbeknownst to him, Y/N was standing by watching him closely.

She lowers her eyes to the floor, unable to look at the man no longer before glancing over her shoulder to where Gluskin waited. Waylon promised her that he would get her out, that they would leave together.

But....

A ghost of a smile appears on her face before she looks back at Waylon who was quickly drying his tears. She knew from the start that this would be impossible; to leave this hell hole alive, let alone with your sanity attached.

She had no choice but to accept her fate, Y/N places a hand on Waylon's forearm and he looks at her, sniffling tearfully. Without a warning she wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly, taking Waylon by surprise.

"What are you-" Before he could ask the question, Y/N pulls him with her, lifting a finger to her lips to make him stay silent before motioning for him to hide. A icy chill runs through his spine as he fears Gluskin was close.

He quickly hides under one of the tables, staying out of sight. Y/N nods and moves away from him, walking over towards the white dress near the window and touches the fabric gently.

She shakes her head solemnly, feeling Waylon's eyes on her as he watches her in confusion. She told him to hide, so why hasn't she? He opens his mouth to ask her, when he hears footsteps coming their way.

He swallows hard unconsciously as he freezes in his spot and prays he won't be seen. Y/N hears the footsteps as well, she quickly glanced in Waylon's direction to see the man was out of sight and looks towards the sound of the footsteps.

Not long after, Eddie Gluskin comes into view and his eyes light up with excitement. "Darling!" Eddie walks over to Y/N and quickly wrap his arms around her, hugging her tightly in his loving embrace.

"I knew you would come, it was only a matter of time before you were complete. But I knew, oh my darling, how I knew you were made for me."

Waylon watches the scene unfold in shock, is that what Y/N wanted? To be delivered to this psycho?! She promised to help him escape! Why did she lie!? "Nervous, darling?"

Eddie purrs before hugging Y/N closer to his broad chest. "Don't be, soon the wedding will commence and we'll be together, as Mr. and Mrs. Gluskin." With that being said, Eddie smiles and leads Y/N out the room, "Come darling, let me show you where the wedding of the century, will take place."

Waylon tenses up and closes his eyes tightly as the pair walks by, he didn't relax until their footsteps were out of ear-shot, even then waiting a few moments before getting out from his hiding spot.

He runs his sweaty palms over his thighs as he licks his dry lips. Did Y/N lie about helping him escape? He knew better than to trust someone in this place, but as he walked away, trying to find a way out of Gluskin's area, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Maybe his fear of getting out of here was growing stronger, or perhaps he was worried for Y/N. For what? She made her decision to go with the mad-man, if something were to happen to her....

Shit.

He did care.

But what could he do against The Groom? Except be killed like the other patients, he bit his lower lip as he stood before the elevator, he would have to make his way down himself.

And once he gets out of here, he'll get some help for Y/N. "Stay alive for me, I promise, I will come back for you."

#outlast waylon #waylon park #outlast #outlast whistleblower #eddie gluskin

[hearts-hunger]

them old love songs || frankie morales x reader

Read on AO3 | Masterlist

Summary: Frankie takes you on an early-morning drive and shows you just how much he loves you.

Pairings: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Wife!Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut | Word Count: 4.3k 

Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, mention of PTSD

A/N: This is just my domestic yearning to be Frankie’s wife and give him some good lovin’ in the early morning while we listen to old honky tonk music. Very soft married smut. I hope you like it! ♡

You woke to an empty bed.

Propping yourself up on your elbow, you ran a hand over Frankie’s side of the bed and found it was cold. No wonder you’d woken up - Frankie was a furnace when he slept, and you were missing his warmth. You noticed that he’d taken the throw blanket from the foot of the bed and laid it out over you when he got up to make up for the loss of his warmth, and you smiled to yourself. Small acts of kindness like that came as easy as breathing to Frankie.

You glanced at the clock; the red numbers showed it was just shy of five in the morning. You tried to remember if Frankie had said he was going in early to the shop - some mornings, when he had paperwork to catch up on, he liked to go in before Catfish Auto opened and have the shop all to himself. He’d worked hard after Colombia to open up his own shop, and he was more at peace with his work than you’d ever known him to be. He had a steady income, work that he enjoyed and was very good at, and he got to come home in time for dinner every day. His handful of employees were loyal and hardworking, and Frankie was a good boss; he knew what it was like to be away from your family, and created a work environment that allowed his mechanics to make decent money and prioritize their families.

When Frankie came home to you in the evenings, he was tired in a good way, happy to be home and able to unwind in a way he hadn’t when he was in the Army. He helped you make dinner and sang while he did; he curled up with you on the couch and read books aloud to you, most recently To Kill a Mockingbird. He slept soundly, with few nightmares, holding you close until he kissed you goodbye in the mornings to head to work. To anyone else, it might have been boring; to you, it was a greater blessing than you could have hoped for. Your husband was happy, finally, and you loved watching him settle into his newfound peace.

He still wrestled with his PTSD, and he would for the rest of his life, but you weren’t going anywhere. Frankie knew that, and he knew he could lean on you when it got bad. He had Santi and Will and Benny too, and the five of you had become a tight-knit group. 

You were supposed to go over to Santi’s for dinner tonight. As you got out of bed and wrapped the throw blanket around your shoulders like a cape, you thought that might be why Frankie had decided to go in early, so he could get off a little earlier. You followed the aroma of coffee and expected to see him in the kitchen, but the lights were off except for the warm bulb above the stove.

You frowned. He never left without saying goodbye, and he wasn’t anywhere in the house. You pulled the cheery floral curtain back from one of the living room windows and peeked out, trying to see if he’d left already.

He was hard to see in the predawn darkness, but you saw with a bit of relief that he was leaned up against the hood of his truck, coffee mug in hand. You let the curtain fall back and opened the front door, wrapping your blanket closer around you as the cool morning air breezed in.

“Frankie?” you called, keeping your voice quiet for your neighbors' sake.

You heard the truck groan a little as he pushed off of it. “Right here, honey. You alright?”

You closed the door behind you and padded over to him, wanting his warmth; he collected you in a tight hug and ran his free hand over your back.

“Hi,” you said, resting your chin on his chest and smiling up at him.

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Hi. You’re up early.”

You snuggled closer to him and buried your face against his chest. “I got cold without you. I thought you left.”

“And go to work without my morning kisses? No way.” He took a sip of his coffee. “The weather’s so nice, I wanted to have my coffee outside. Sorry you got cold, honey.”

“It’s ok,” you said, your voice muffled by his shirt. “I’m not cold any more.”

He absently rubbed his fingers over the places he knew you held tension, and you melted against him. He smelled like Old Spice and Gain, comforting and homey; you traced your fingers over the Catfish Auto logo stitched into the breast of his shirt.

“You’re going in early?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Probably. I was going to, so I could duck out early for Santi’s tonight.”

You pulled back to see his face. He kept his arm around you, and you took one hand out from under your blanket to loop your fingers around his belt.

“You’re not now?” you asked.

He smiled down at you, the fading moon just bright enough to let you make out his soft features.

“Maybe,” he said. “I like spending my morning with you, Mrs. Morales. I might hang around if you’re staying awake.”

You closed your eyes when he kissed you, all soft touches and tenderness. If you’d thought of going back to bed, you forgot all about it as his kiss warmed you clear to your toes.

You gave him a dreamy smile when you came up for air. “I’ll stay up if you keep kissing me like that.”

He chuckled and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “I’ll make you a deal. If you go on a ride with me, I’ll kiss you as long as you want.”

Your brow crinkled in confusion. “A ride? To where?”

He gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Anywhere. Wherever. Let’s go get breakfast or something.”

You considered that. Frankie loved to drive, be it on a cross-country road trip or down the street to the grocery store. His happy place was driving his beloved old Ford with the windows down, an old rock ‘n roll or honky-tonk song playing, one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh. You’d spent countless hours when you were dating just driving, to nowhere in particular, until Frankie couldn’t stand to keep from kissing you any longer and pulled off to slide you across the seat and into his arms.

You smiled at the memory of a much younger Frankie on the night before he’d left for basic training. He was nervous and brimming with excitement, and he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He asked you to marry him that night, even though he didn’t have a ring and was about to be gone for months. You said yes, and the first time he came home, he’d had a ring to put on your finger.

You felt his ring as he brushed his knuckles against your cheek.

“What are you smiling at?” he asked affectionately.

You leaned into his touch. “Just thinking about the night before you left for basic. I thought you drove me out to the middle of nowhere to have your way with me, and you proposed to me instead.”

He grinned. “If I remember correctly, I did end up having my way with you too.”

So he had, and the memory built a flicker of desire in you even now. You tugged on the lapel of his jacket and brought him down to kiss you, fanning that flicker into a warm, comforting flame.

“I’ll go on a drive with you,” you said against his mouth. “If you have your way with me.”

You felt his smile. “It would be my pleasure, Mrs. Morales. Let me go get my keys.”

You followed him inside and took a moment to freshen up, brushing your teeth and making your hair less of a mess. Frankie loved you any which way, just rolled out of bed or all dolled up, but you wanted to be a little bit more put together for him if you could.

You saw he’d fixed you a cup of coffee and grabbed a few blankets and pillows. Taking your coffee with a quick kiss to thank him, you raised your brow at the bedding he had tucked under his arm.

“What are those for?” you asked. You’d assumed you were going the classic cramped, back seat route when it came to your early morning lovers’ tryst.

He tapped your nose. “How about you mind your business, nosy?”

You smiled, content to let him go through with whatever plans he had. Frankie was nothing if not attentive in his romancing, and he’d been that way from your very first date.

To make room for the pillows and blankets, you sidled up next to Frankie and leaned your head on his shoulder as he cranked the truck. You didn’t need the heat on; Frankie radiated warmth, and his hand on your thigh kept a different kind of warmth running through you. You cradled your coffee in one hand and turned on the tape player to see what he’d been listening to.

“It’s Waylon Jennings,” Frankie said. “You can change it if you want.”

You let it play, the strains of honky-tonk drawl mixing with the cool morning breeze coming through the open windows. You and Frankie had very similar tastes in music, and the tapes he kept in his truck had been there for as long as you’d known him; almost every track had a memory tied to it, some of them sad, most of them happy and comforting. You rested your arm on his shoulder and brushed your fingers through the curls that stuck out from under his baseball cap.

You studied his profile as he drove down the near-empty roads, each of his features very dear and beautiful to you: the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes, the kiss-sized patch in his scruff, the slope of his Roman nose.

“Are we almost there?” you asked. You didn’t know if he even had a place in mind, but you were impatient to touch him, to shower his face with kisses. He gave you a smile that told you he was just as impatient for you, and you almost blushed.

You did blush when you saw where he’d taken you: a spot off the beaten path under the shelter of huge oak trees, well known for being a place young lovers went sparking. You were the only ones there at that hour, and a thrill of excitement and giddy nervousness went through you like you were a teenager. 

“This ok?” Frankie asked as he put the truck in park, waiting to turn off the ignition.

You grinned up at him. “We’re not too old for this, are we?”

He smiled. “We’re too old to come out here late at night,” he said. “Now that I’m a regular working man, you know I like to be in bed at a decent hour.”

“I know,” you said affectionately. You pushed his hat back a little to brush your fingers through his curls. “Kiss your woman, Mr. Morales.”

He did as you said, responding to your touch and your words with a gentle eagerness that made you smile. He took your coffee from you and set it in the cup holder, freeing up your hands to drape over his shoulders as he took you in a bear hug and kissed you soundly.

You loved it when he held you. You’d always thought Frankie would be good at giving hugs, and the first time he took you in his arms, you’d felt more at home than you had anywhere else. His love language was physical touch, and whether he was showing you how much he loved you or needed some comforting, he’d bury his face against your shoulder and hold you close to him like he couldn’t bear to let you go.

You kissed his cheek, his jaw, the bridge of his nose. “I love you, Frankie.”

He held you closer. “I love you too.”

After a minute, he finally pulled away. You didn’t want him to go, and pulled him back - he obliged you with another long kiss before he disentangled himself from your embrace.

“I’ll be right back, honey,” he said with a smile. “Sit tight.”

You reluctantly let him go. He turned the truck off but left the music on, reaching over you to grab the pillows and blankets. You watched through the back window as he made a cosy pallet in the bed of his truck, smiling at his attention to detail in smoothing out the wrinkles as best he could.

“Your honeymoon suite, my lady,” he said when he came back around, offering you his hand in a gallant gesture. You giggled and took his hand as he led you to the back of the truck; he picked you up by the waist and sat you on the tailgate, standing between your knees to kiss you.

“I sure do love you, Mrs. Morales,” he said, cradling your face in his hands. His thumbs brushed over your temples. “You know that, don’t you?”

You smiled. “Yeah, I know.” As if you could be unaware of the great gentleness and patience and kindness of his love, the depth of his devotion to you. “I sure do love you too.”

You kissed for a long while, long enough for the birds to start singing their morning arias as you fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. His hands found their way under your shirt, cupping your breasts in his big palms, his ministrations gentle and wanting.

“Get up there,” he said breathlessly, nodding behind you. You did as he said, leaning on your hands so you could watch him make quick work of his shirt, undershirt, and work boots. He took his cap off and tossed it heedlessly, his expression dark with desire and love as he climbed up into the bed of the truck with you.

“Beautiful,” he said, hovering over you. You laid back on the pillows, thankful he’d thought to bring them, and let yourself relax against him as he kissed all over your face and down your neck.

“Frankie,” you breathed, tilting your head back to give him better access to your jaw. His scruff rasped against your skin, and you drove your fingers through his thick curls.

He hummed at his name. “What is it, querida? ”

You kissed him again. “Let me take my shirt off.”

He pulled back and gave you just enough space for you to pull your shirt over your head. He grabbed the big quilt he’d taken from your bed and draped it over both of you, his touch less teasing for the moment and more intended to warm you up. While his hands roamed, he pressed kisses against your skin, between your breasts and all over your stomach. You shivered, but it wasn’t from the cool air.

“Alright, sweetheart?” he asked. “Warm enough?”

You nodded. Between Frankie’s warmth and his fingers tracing over the waistband of your pajama bottoms, it could have been below zero and you wouldn’t have cared.

“Let me take your shorts off, honey,” he said gently. You lifted your hips so he could tug off every last scrap of fabric you had on you, leaving you vulnerable and needy under him.

“I love you so much,” he said, almost reverently. “Hermosa, mi amor.”

He kissed you for a while, worshiping you with his hands, praising you for your beauty, your loveliness. Both of you laughed as he tried to get his jeans off, wrestling with his belt and the sturdy denim; once they were off he eased himself down next to you, tucking you close to his chest. You traced your fingers over the familiar planes of his body, each dip and swell like a map to a treasure only you had the privilege of knowing. You pressed kisses to his old army scars and paid special attention to the thin white scar on his cheek he’d gotten in Colombia.

“You’re beautiful,” you said, kissing the spot on his jaw where his beard stubbornly refused to grow. His cheeks pinked a little, warm against your skin.

“Thank you for spending your morning with me,” he said. He ran his hand down your thigh, gently drawing your leg to rest over his. “Eres el amor de mi vida, cariño.”

You sighed against his mouth as his fingers dipped into your heat. “You’re the love of my life too, Frankie.”

He kissed you and nuzzled against you as he drew circles between your legs, easing one finger into you, then two. He drew you out with tenderness and skill, capturing the breathless moans tumbling from your mouth as he kissed you deeply. You carded your hands through his hair, rocking against his hand, giving little whines as you neared your orgasm.

“Love to hear you like this, querida,” he murmured against your skin. “So beautiful for me.”

“'M close,” you sighed, the sound catching a little as he crooked his fingers inside you. “Frankie, please.”

You pressed close to him as he tipped you over the edge, pleasure washing over you with a comforting, languid satisfaction. Frankie was very good when he did you quickly, every movement decisive and strong, but he was downright talented at slow lovemaking, drawing you to orgasm like it was an act of worship. He groaned a little as you moaned and tightened around his fingers, enjoying your pleasure as much as you did. He cradled you close as you came down from your high, pressing kisses everywhere he could reach.

“I want to be inside you, amor,” he said, sucking love marks into the base of your neck. “Take me inside you, please.”

You moved to lay on your back and pulled him with you, his skin pressed against yours, running your hands over the muscles of his back. He hovered over you again, rolling his hips against yours, humming along to the soft song that spilled from the radio.

“Wish I had me a true fine woman,” he sang as he nuzzled your jaw. “Let her rock me all night long. Baby we could get it together, like people do in them old love songs.”

You smiled at the sound of his voice, warm and soft and comforting. You loved it when he sang to you; he did it all the time, when he danced you around the kitchen or when he washed your hair for you in the shower or when he made love to you.

You pushed his boxers down, taking your time in running your fingers over his waist, his hip bones, the softness of his tummy. He buried his face in your neck and laughed a little; he was very ticklish, and you beamed at the sound of his laughter.

“I love you,” you said, pressing your cheek to his.

He pulled back to look at you, laugh lines crinkling by his eyes, bumping your noses together. “I love you too, pretty lady.” 

He kissed you and settled between your legs; he eased himself into you, steady and sure until you were completely joined. He held you there for a moment, both of you basking in the feel of each other.

“Oh, Frankie,” you sighed when he started to move. You raised your hips to meet him, finding that familiar rhythm of your bodies together, pleasure rolling over you in waves with every press of his hips against yours. You held onto him with one hand and ran your fingers through his curls with the other, telling him how good he was, how much you loved him.

He groaned and sighed against your neck, and the sounds of his pleasure unraveled you completely. It was always like this with Frankie, both of you falling to pieces with each other, mending each other with every kiss and touch and movement. You held him close to you, feeling complete with him inside you, like he was the missing piece in the jigsaw of your heart. 

“I love you, I love you,” he said, over and over, and you felt yourself tighten around him, drawing him close as you neared the crest of the wave building through your whole body.

“Baby, please,” he gasped, the roll of his hips needy and desperate. “I need you, I need - God, querida, you’re so good, so good for me.”

You held him tight enough to leave bruises as his praise brought you over the edge, moaning and tightening around him as your orgasm crashed over you. He followed quickly, praising you through it, kissing you even though both of you were breathless.

He lay close to you as both of you settled, resting his head on your chest, running his fingers over your hip. You brushed your hand through his hair, gently untangling his soft curls as you rested in the feel of him. Dawn was peeking through the hazy blue of early morning, pinking the sky and waking the rest of the rest of the birds that flitted to and fro in the branches above you.

“‘M gonna fall asleep,” Frankie mumbled after a while.

You moved your hand down his neck and across his shoulders, scratching lightly. “That’s ok, honey.”

He chuckled and snuggled closer to you. “You want me to take a nap out here with you with no clothes on?”

You smiled. “Okay, maybe not. But we can go home and lay down if you want.”

You knew he wouldn’t take you up on the offer; he was a morning person, and once he was up, he was up. You’d probably go back to bed for a few hours once you got home, or else take a while to actually be up and a productive member of society, but Frankie wouldn’t mind. He often said he liked you all sleepy and soft in the mornings, even if you were a little grumpy before he put a cup of coffee in your hands.

Like you’d expected him to, Frankie gave you one last squeeze before he sat up and started getting dressed. You splayed your fingers over his back, a parting touch to the sun-kissed skin that got covered by his undershirt and then his work shirt.

“Can you grab my clothes?” you asked, sitting up and holding the quilt to your chest. He rifled through the blankets until he found your pajamas, and stopped with his hand halfway stretched out to you when he turned to give them to you.

You blushed. “What?” He was studying you awfully hard, like a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just...” 

He shook his head, his expression softening with a smile. “You’re gorgeous. I don’t tell you that enough.”

You tucked your hair behind your ear. That was categorically untrue, as Frankie told you every single day how beautiful you were. It never failed to make you blush and feel butterflies like it had the first time he’d said it, and you gave him a slightly wobbly smile.

“Thank you,” you said. 

He grinned at you like you were the dearest thing in the world to him.

“You sure are pretty when you blush, Mrs. Morales,” he said. He gently tweaked your cheek and kissed you; when you gave a little huff of protest at getting just one kiss, he laughed.

“Get dressed and I’ll give you some more kisses, honey.”

You did as he said and helped him gather up the blankets and put them back in the cab. You stole his ball cap and put it on your head, turning to him with a grin for his approval; he tapped the brim and said you looked better in it than he ever had. 

True to his word, it took him much longer than it should have to get the truck cranked and on the road because he paused to give you as many kisses as you wanted. He put his arm over your shoulders and drew you close, one hand draped over the steering wheel with that effortless cool that drove you wild when you were younger and made you smile now that you knew how much of a goofball your husband really was.

You kissed his cheek and put his hat back on his head, where it belonged. “I love you, Francisco.”

His expression crinkled in a confused smile. “Francisco?” he repeated. You hardly ever called him that.

“Yeah,” you said, grinning up at him. The first rays of sunshine caught in his hair, bringing out a honey golden color to his curls. “Or... how do you say ‘catfish’ in Spanish?”

He winced. “Bagre. But don’t call me that. Santi thought it was the gold standard of comedy for a few weeks in basic.”

You laughed. “Oh, I definitely will now, especially since Santi started it.” You softened and patted his chest.

“Frankie, then,” you said. “My Frankie.” 

You touched your fingers to your lips, then to his. “I love you, Frankie Morales. I’m really glad I’m your wife.”

His smile was a little bashful. “Aw, honey.” He stole a kiss, quick and sweet.

“I’m really glad I’m your husband,” he said. “I love you too.”

You cuddled close to him, resting against his solid warmth as the sun spread pink and gold over the sky to welcome a new day. With the music playing softly, the windows down, and Frankie beside you, you couldn’t think of any place you’d rather be.

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Spells Out Trouble: Beautiful Sunday

This is chapter seven of “Spells Out Trouble.” Masterlist Here!

Chapter Six: Up Around the Bend

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 2727

Summary: You have been with the Winchesters for several years now going through all the literal trials and tribulations with them. What happens when Dean gets hit by a love spell and becomes head-over-heels for you? Will your pushed down emotions finally rise or will you get in over your head? Find out what happens when your best friend’s hard exterior becomes mush whenever you end up in his eyeline.

Just so you know: This is my first Fanfic so sorry if there are aspects missing. “Spells Out Trouble” is a series with about ten chapters. This chapter is a bit different from the rest but I hope you like it just the same. There again is a song sung in this chapter (that I do not own the rights to!). It is called “I Think I Love You” and is performed by The Partridge Family. I would advise listening to it prior. If you have any suggestions or tips, I’d love to hear from you. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it!

“Hey.”

You hear a faint whisper but brush it off as nothing.

“Hey, Y/N.”

The voice continues. You shift in the bed, still keeping your eyes shut and unwilling to wake up.

“Y/N, wake up. We gotta go.”

“Mrmp,” you mumble out. You take a relaxing sigh and bury yourself even deeper in the pillow.

“Listen,” the voice says as you feel a nudge on your arm. “Y/N.” You open your eyes and see Dean with his hand on your shoulder, looking at you so intensely. “We’re gonna miss it.” He smiles as you start to move around a bit more.

“What… What’s, um, what?” You say as you sit up and rub your eyes. Dean is standing and puts some items in a bag. The room is dark with the only light coming from the open door.

“Hey, beautiful. We got to get a move on,” Dean says as he reaches for your hand to help you move around the dim room. You take it and stand up, almost falling as you try to stretch. “Woah,” Dean says as he pushes you back from falling. “Take it easy there.”  

“What’s going on, Dean?” You ask as you finally become aware and out of your sleepy state. You look around the room and to an alarm clock. “Two A.M.!” You say, confused after realizing you laid down only an hour ago. 

“Yeah, I know, it’s kind of early. But it’s a long drive.”

“What? Long drive? What’s happening? Why’d you wake me up?” You ask as you start to sit back down on bed, tempted to crawl under the covers.

Dean stands you back up and hands you your jacket and looks at you with a smile, “It's a surprise.”

You look at him even more confused. You were never good at the whole wide alert thing after waking up. You trusted Dean, so you put on your jacket, and followed him down the halls and to the garage.

“Come on,” he said as he opened Baby’s passenger door for you to get in.

“Dean, just tell me what’s going on. Is something wrong with Sam? Or Cas?” You ask as you get in the vehicle.

“No,” he says with a laugh. “Sam’s asleep and Cas is fine last time I checked.” Dean gets in the car and starts the engine. You start to get comfortable in the seat, trying to go back to sleep.

“Well, if Sam gets to sleep, then so do I,” you say as you enact your words, quickly drifting back to sleep in the Impala.

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You wake up abruptly as you hear the car door slam shut. You sit up and look around in the empty car. It’s parked at a gas station and you assume that Dean is inside. You take a deep breath and try to rub the sleep out of your face. You look around in the car trying to see if anything is out of the ordinary. In the backseat, you see a cooler, a thermal bag and a blanket rolled up into a ball. You rub your eyes again, noticing how still very dark it is outside.

“What the hell?!” You say as you see that it is only three thirty in the morning. You try to think of why in the world you were doing out so late, or early. And what Dean meant by a surprise. You let out another tired yawn and let yourself think for a moment. 

“Oh,” Dean says as he opens the door and gets in. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.” He smiles at you and sets down a tray of coffee.

“Okay,” you take a breath, “I think I know what’s going on here.”

“You--You do?” Dean asks, surprised.

“Yes. You are kidnapping me aren’t you? That’s what all this is, isn’t it?! You woke me up in the middle of the night and are taking me god knows where at what the hell time in the morning.” You look at Dean who stares frozen. “Listen, I’m not mad at you, Dean. I just think that it’s best if we go back to the bunker and forget this all happened. Okay? I won’t tell Sam or Cas, just take me back ho--”

“I’m not kidnapping you,” Dean cuts you off.

“Yes, you are!” You nod your head as if believing that you have soiled his plan.

“No, I’m not.” You look at him confused. “Yes, I am taking you somewhere but I’m not kidnapping you. I just want to show you something that’s a surprise that I don’t want to spoil. But if you really wanna go back then I’ll take you back if it’s what you really want.”

“So you aren’t kidnapping me?” You ask as he nods his head no. “And you just want to take me somewhere?” He nods yes. 

“Unless you want to go back.”

“No. No, I think I wanna stay.”

Dean looks at you and smiles. “Good, that’s uh, good.” He starts the car and goes through a box of tapes. “And now that you’re up, we can play some music.” He puts in a tape that has ‘special occasions’ labeled on it. He starts to drive back on the road as the music plays. 

It was different music than you usually heard him listen to. It had a mix of Bob Seger, of course, Jim Croce, very odd, Leo Sayer, extremely odd, and Waylon Jennings, which kind of made sense. You knew some of the songs due to your own father’s taste in music, and the ones you didn’t know, he would continue to sing them to you until you did. But, there was one song that you had loved as a kid and it brought back memories as well as some thoughts on how similar the lyrics were to a situation you had come across.

“You know this one?” Dean asked as the music to “I Think I Love You” started to play.

“Oh, do I know it?” You asked sarcastically. “Do I know it”--I was sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream, like all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain. Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head and spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread.

I think I love you! You and Dean sing in sync.

I think I love you! Dean sings backup. This morning I woke up with this feeling, I didn't know how to deal with and so I just decided to myself, I’d hide it to myself and never talk about it and did not go and shout it when you walked into the room.

I think I love you!

I think I love you! You sing backup.

I think I love you so what am I so afraid of, I’m afraid that I’m not sure of a love there is no cure for. I think I love you, isn’t that what life is made of though it worries me to say that I never felt this way.

You and Dean laugh for a moment as the instrumental plays.

“So you do know it?” Dean chuckles.

“Maybe just a little bit,” you smile in return.

“Oh yeah,” Dean says sarcastically. “Just a little bit. Sure.”

“Well you don’t know if I know the whole song. I haven’t even sang it.”

“Yet.” Dean smiles at you and shakes his head. I don’t know what I’m up against. I don’t know what it’s all about. I got so much to think about.

Hey! You belt out.

I think I love you so what am I so afraid of, I’m afraid that I’m not sure of a love there is no cure for. I think I love you, isn’t that what life is made of. Though it worries me to say, I never felt this way.

You laugh at Dean and smile as you continue to sing. Believe me, you really don’t have to worry.

He laughs in return. I only want to make you happy and if you say “hey go away” I will

But I think better still I’d better stay around and love you

Do you think I have a case, let me ask you to your face

Do you think you love me?

I think I love you

I think I love you

I think I love you

I think I love you

I think I love you 

I think I love you

I think I love you

I think I love you

You and Dean break out into uncontrolled laughter as the music ends.

“That was, um…” You smile, unable to explain your joy.

“It was award worthy!” Dean continues.

“Yeah, sure, if you call award worthy being you unable to hit the high notes even when you try so hard.” You chuckle.

“Hey!” Dean says sarcastically and defensively. “I thought I did pretty good. And I don’t get a lot of practice when it comes to this song.”

“What do you mean? Do you not serenade Sam and Cas with this song?”

“Pft, yes actually. I make sure to wake up bright and early just so I can sing to them as a morning wake up call.”

“I’d pay money to see that performance!” You and Dean laugh for a moment.

“So how do you know the song? Did you sing it to your high school sweetheart or was it at drunk karaoke?”

You let out a small chuckle. “Neither, surprisingly. My, uh, Dad used to sing it to me before I went to sleep. Whenever I would get scared at night, he would come into my room and sing all different songs to me to try and put me to sleep. That was one of the, many, songs that he would sing.”

“Oh,” Dean says with a saddened tone. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no, don’t be sorry! I actually haven’t heard that song since, well, forever. It was nice. And I know the last time I talked about certain things involving my dad to you, I was messed up, but now, now I’m better. I’m not perfect but I’m allowing myself to heal.”

“That’s good, Y/N. That’s really good.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“But um, there’s something you should know,” Dean says with a worried tone.

“What? What is it?”

“I um, I, I think I love you!”

“Oh, can it Winchester!” You hit Dean on the shoulder.

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You and Dean had driven for another hour, singing the whole time, but finally arrived, somewhere.

“Close your eyes!” Dean shouts as you start to pull into a long stretch of gravel road.

“What?” You ask as you turn your attention towards him, met with his hands covering your eyes.

“Don’t look! Shut your eyes!”

“Okay! Okay! Just keep both hands on the wheel,” you say as you put your hand up to your eyes, smacking Dean’s away. “Why are you making me cover my eyes?”

“Cause it’s a surprise.”

“I know, but why won’t you just let me look now?”

“Because it’s not time ye--crap! We gotta go!” Dean says as he steps on the gas, speeding the car. 

“Woah! Woah! Slow down Vin Diesel!” You start to take your hand away from your face.

“No! Don’t look! We’re almost there!” Dean said as you drove for about another minute or two.

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“Okay, okay!” Dean said as he opened your car door while you stepped out of it, still covering your eyes. “Watch your step.”

You step out of the car and feel the dirt and sand like texture beneath your feet. You knew you were out somewhere west of Lebanon but not keen as to where exactly. You stood still as Dean ordered you to wait while he got something out of the back.

“Come on,” he ordered as he took your free hand and guided it through what seemed like a maze. “Here! No, wait,” he moved to another spot, “Here! No, wait, that’s not it.” He moved around more and more, trying to decide on where to be.

“Dean! Just pick a spot.”

“Right. Um,” he takes your hand and gets you to sit down on the ground. “Right here. Now um, take your hand away.” You do so as he places his hands in front of your eyes. He sits to your left, behind you, on the blanket that he had laid out.

“Dean…”

“Shh, it’s almost here.” He lets his hands move further away from your eyes slowly.

You see the blanket, your legs, the dirt and grass. Dean tilts your head up slowly and you see it. You see a huge rock that has a little hole in it like an eye of a needle.

“It’s...It’s amazing!” You say at the beautiful sight. You turn back to him and smile. He moves your face away from him and towards the rock.

“Just, wait,” he says.

The darkness in the night sky slowly starts to light up. You see it. The beautiful sunrise that paints the sky with glorious light. The sun comes up right in the eye of the rock. The perfect spot. You watch as the dark gets engulfed in light. The puddle of water that was left in front of you by rain, sparkled. You saw two suns. Two gorgeous sights. It was marvelous. You stared at the sight for as long as you could without becoming blind.

“It--It,” you sigh. “It’s beautiful.”

Dean looks at you to inspect your face and says, “Yes, it is.” You continue to stare at the sight. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It's gorgeous. Amazing. I love it.”

You look back at Dean and nod in agreement. “Yeah! It’s awesome!” Dean smiles at you. You wrap your arms around him without thinking. “Thank you,” you say as you look in his eyes.

“Uh, yo--you’re welcome.” He returns the hug and wraps his arms around you. You fall into him as you return your gaze to the sun filled skies. He starts to play with your hair as you lay your head against his chest. “Do you want something to eat?” He looks down at you and asks.

“No,” you say as you sigh with contentment. “I’m good. I’m great.” 

You look up at him and smile as he looks off to the sun. You notice his glowing green eyes. They are sparkling, shining, in the sun’s presence. You notice his still pale complexion. It looks better. You look at his beard that he has grown out. It’s small but different. His hair was parted different too. It looked like he didn’t care to spike it up like he normally would. It laid flat on top of his head. It actually looked good. You can see all of his freckles peaking through. You could get lost trying to count them. They spread all over his face from his cheeks to the bridge of his nose. His nose was where they were most prominent. His face was glowing.

He continued to comb through your hair so gently and slowly. Your eyes started to flutter as they became more heavy. You could smell Dean’s musk. It wasn’t bad. It was comforting. It relaxed you whenever you would be close with him. You kept looking towards the sky, taking it all in. It was so breathtaking. It felt so good to have your hair played with. It was so warm being in Dean’s clutches. The rhythm of his heart soothed you. Your eyes became too heavy for you to hold them open any longer.

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You remember staying at the beautiful site for a while longer as you laid there, still and up against Dean. You remember holding onto his arm as you walked back to the car, trying not to fall over. You remember him playing your song again as you fell even deeper to sleep. You remember him placing your head in his lap as he drove all the way home. You remember him grabbing under your legs and back as he carried you bridal style into the bunker and to his room. You remember him setting you down gently in his bed as you remained relaxed and undisturbed. Lastly, you remember getting cold and shivering, then all the sudden becoming warm and wrapped in a comforter. And asleep you were.

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Chapter eight: Long Train Runnin’

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[aion-rsa]

Comic Legends: Was Legion Going to be a Member of X-Factor?

Welcome to Comic Book Legends Revealed! This is the six hundred and fifteenth week where we examine comic book legends and whether they are true or false.

Just like the last couple of months, one legend today, one tomorrow and one Sunday.

Let’s begin!

COMIC LEGEND:

Legion was going to be a founding member of Peter David’s X-Factor team.

STATUS:

True

In honor of the current, awesome “Legion” TV series, let’s have a Legion-related legend (I meant to do it last week but I totally forgot)!

After 1990’s crossover, “The X-Tinction Agenda,” there really wasn’t much of a story reason why X-Factor and the X-Men were still separate teams. Chris Claremont and Jim Lee got around it by having the X-Men teleported away for a Shi’ar adventure. When that was finished, though, they finally had the two teams get together in a crossover called “The Muir Isle Saga,” as the two teams combined to take back Muir Isle, which had been conquered by the Shadow King.

In “X-Factor” #69, Legion fought the X-Men at Muir Isle and then after the Shadow King’s then-current host was killed, the Shadow King possessed Legion, the son of Charles Xavier!

In the end, the X-Men defeat the Shadow King, but Legion is left comatose.

However, ORIGINALLY, Legion was going to be part of the new X-Factor team. You see, when the X-Men and X-Factor teams got together, that left the “X-Factor” title without a team, so Marvel came up with the idea of putting together the leftover mutant characters like Havok, Polaris, Madrox, Guido and Wolfsbane form a new government-sponsored mutant team.

Originally, Legion was going to be on the team, but incoming writer Peter David really did not like that idea.

He explained it to Pat O’Neill in “Comics Interview” #105:

Originally, Legion was going to be in the group, and we had a slight problem. I was extremely uncomfortable with the thought of Legion in the group simply because Legion is a story in and of himself…and comfortably working him into a group in some way that wasn’t utterly contrived was something I had a great deal of difficulty with. I don’t mind building a story around him, but working him into a group – you’re really asking for a bit much from the reader. Believing that a group of people will come together to form a team is enough of a suspension of belief….”Oh, by the way, one of them is so nuts he shouldn’t be setting foot off Muir Island”…that’s asking the reader to bend so far he will break.

Then Bob Harras called him one night to ask if David really needed to keep Legion on the team, as he didn’t like the idea of Legion on the team for the same reason. David, of course, jumped at the opportunity, since he thought it was Harras who was insisting that he be on the team and thus Legion was off the team and the classic original Peter David/Larry Stroman X-Factor team was born!

Think of how weird things would have been!

Thanks to Pat O’Neill and Peter David for the information! I can’t find who requested this one. If it was you, write me and I’ll credit you!

Check out some legends from Legends Revealed:

Did Rosa Parks Sue Outkast For Their Song Named After Her?

Did Robin Williams Ad-Lib So Much During Aladdin That the Movie Was Ineligible for a Best Screenplay Academy Award?

Did the Owners of the Board Game, Candyland, Have to Sue a Porn Company for the Rights to Candyland.com?

Were Waylon Jennings’ Last Words to Buddy Holly “I Hope Your Plane Crashes”?

Check back tomorrow for part 2 of this week’s legends!

And remember, if you have a legend that you’re curious about, drop me a line at either [email protected] or [email protected]!

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[outlustings]

i know your asks are closed rn but like… waylon as a soft dom ????? hdjsksk

(mrs. lisa park, respectfully, if ur man is a 6ft tall nerd with nice hands and he doesn't slam doors and is a college graduate that's not ur man he's mine now.

gender neutral reader. nsfw lol.)

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Waylon is the kind of dom to make sure, just absolutely sure, that you're okay with this. This not only translates into him worrying over you but also him not being a very spontaneous dom - spontaneity just doesn't come naturally to him. He might get lost in the moment, but he will always need time beforehand. If you go all: "Take me now!" on him, he'll get flustered.

He just likes to prepare for it, that's all. It comes from a place of wanting you to be as comfortable as possible.

Lots of discussions about limits. Serious ones, too. He feels like he needs to know.

So - most of the time, your sessions will be all lovey-dovey, pretty strictly scheduled with candlelight and a bottle of cheap wine on the table. It's almost like a romantic date to him.

Slow and steady does it.

Lots of making out, lots of sweet dirty talk, delivered in a low, arid voice in your ear.

"Look at how hard you've made me already - you see what you do to me, baby? I've been aching all day to get home and fuck that pretty mouth."

Loves making eye contact with you as you suck his cock, taking him all the way down to the base as he strokes your hair.

He also loves spanking you.

He loves bending you over his knee and making your ass red and tender with just his hands is heaven to him. The way you wiggle your hips against his cock when he strikes you, how you whimper when he rubs the sting away, shushing you gently - it turns him on so much.

Waylon is the kind of dom to say things like:

"I know, baby, I know, just a few more - that' it, you're such a good little slut for me."

Kissing away the tears, making you laugh with little jokes and comments as he climbs on top of you, making sure to push you gently against the mattress so as to not make you wince because of your sore ass.

When he fucks you, he pushes in slow, just the tip at first, lets you adjust to the stretch fully before pounding you.

Scratch your nails down his back, leave hickeys on him as he fucks you, he loves it.

He knows how to fuck, knows how to roll his hips in just the right angle to make you whine and beg for more.

He'll press your wrists into the mattress, as if wrestling you down beneath him as he thrusts into you - he wants you to surrender completely. Beg for it.

"Come on, make those sounds for me, let me hear you - you want me to go a lil' faster, don't you? Say it."

Fucking you while he presses a wand against your throbbing sex, fucking you into overstimulation as you struggle against your flimsy handcuffs.

Waylon likes to cum on your face or your stomach, ass, chest - wherever he can see it, watch those pearlescent drops glide against your sweaty skin, marking you - god, he loves it.

All of this is reserved for when you have time.

But sometimes, he'll be too needy. With all of your teasing, he might just have to fuck you in the server rooms at Mt. Massive, leave you dripping with his cum after a quickie.

Internally, he's panicking, but oh, your ass bouncing on his cock is just too inviting of a sight to let go - fuck the job, he wants you.

Also just imagine how much of a brutal yet possessive and loving dom he'd be after being exposed to the Morphogenic Engine and being pumped full of hormones. I'm just saying.

#outlast: whistleblower #outlast x reader #outlast fanfiction #reader insert #not sfw #gender neutral reader #waylon park #waylon park x reader

[fire-hashira]

Requests open

things I write for

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-Obey me (mc mostly, the more chaotic the better) -Hak Ji-Woon (dead by daylight) -Gaara (Naruto) -Outlast (Miles, Waylon, Blake, Walrider, Eddie) -Shinsuke Nakamura (WWE) - Wonho (kpop) ((fluff only for him))

(18/07/2022)

adding the following characters

Demon slayer

all Hashira

Tanjiro, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Nezuko, and Kanao (platonic)

Rui, Daki and Gyutaro

Jujutsu kaisen

Gojo and Nanami

Itadori (and Sukuna), Megumi, and Nobara

Junpei

kpop

bts (all members)

Wonho

blackpink

nct (all members)

Jessi

monsta x

Kingdom

onlyoneof

shinee

Twisted wonderland

heartslaybul: Riddle, Ace, Deuce

Savanaclaw: Leona, Jack, Ruggie

octovinelle: Azul, Jade, Floyd

scarbia: Kalim

pomefiore: Epel

Ignihyde: Idia, Ortho (platonic)

Diasomia: Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Lilia

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Guidelines -no gore

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headcanons, imagines, smut, and maybe angst.

have fun!!!

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