#Path to nowhere anne x reader

[istarveforplatonicptnstuff]

Anne, with a nursing student intern

An: I had to research for this due to my limited knowledge in nursing internships as a freshman nursing student myself... Though, I am determined to explore the idea. - You decided to intern at the SALVA hospital because you are interested in learning how to treat patients with mania and to study mania itself. Unfortunately, your university is not affiliated with the hospital so you had to acquire a waiver with information of the area of affiliation (I had to dig up my copy of the nursing manual for this). No one but you was interested in interning in the hospital due to how dangerous it was, since it is located in Syndicate, a crime hotspot. You were willing to look past that due to how curious you were with Mania itself. Clinical instructors had only provided video materials and written sources of the mutation. Mania is a case that is very uncommon in the hospitals that you've interned in. Which is why you pursued the idea of treating mania patients in the hospital that specializes in treating mania patients. - You met Anne after your disastrous trip to SALVA. Syndican gangsters roam the streets, so you were already in thin ice knowing what you just got yourself into. How much risk you were taking just for you to study Mania. You start to regret coming to the hospital, but the strong urge to learn about the syndrome holds you back from backing out of the internship. You forced yourself to calm down. The 4-7-8 method. 4 seconds of breathing in, holding the breath for 7 seconds, and to exhale for 8 seconds. You look at your surroundings. Chaos surrounds the areas. Outside of the hospital, there is no sign of peace. Everyone's fighting. Whether for survival, or to rouse more disorder, this place is very different from where you live. - Anne greets you outside of the hospital, the gates to SALVA. Doctors and medical staff are on the lookout. You see patients being carried inside the gates. You feel a chill run down your spine. You aren't used to this type of setting, no one had prepared you from this, not even the clinical instructors exposed you from this unsettling reality. You feel sick to your stomach. But you held it in. You were taught to be prepared in any types of situations, that includes being able to work through this... New type of environment. I look up to the person who is in charge of looking after me, the head nurse. Anne is her name. I introduced myself to her. She gently ushers me in. - Anne guides me through the hospital, I was whiplash at the stark contrast between this setup and what I am used to. Anne notices my expression and assured me that the hospital is safe. I didn't know what she meant by that at all. I was more worried about the sanitization rather than the risk of being ambushed by the Syndican gangsters at the moment. You ask Anne how were they able to keep things aseptic and sterile in specific areas. You were able to learn how do they keep things free from any contamination with a unique type of method. Anne thanks you for interning at the hospital, they don't usually get interns due to it's reputation and how dangerous the area is. - Anne asks why you ended up specifically choosing SALVA over the affiliated hospitals your university would typically provide. You answered in earnest on how you wanted to learn and experience how to treat mania patients instead of relying through video sources and written materials that are provided. Anne is very happy at your response, assuring you that you will be learning a lot from this experience. - As we walk deeper in the hallways, the environment changes significantly. I can hear screams, wails, and pained cries of the patients. My brows furrowed. I attempt to focus on the area, which looked dusty and unclean. Anne again is able to pickup my concerned expression and explained that this is what they deal with everyday. I was not comforted. I then decided to ask permission to clean the surroundings. Anne was delighted at the idea, she offered to assist me. After that conversation, she seemed to have high approval of me.

The tour had concluded, leaving you with more questions rather than answers... Anne suggests for a break before I finally start my internship. We eat in the breakroom. Anne asks me how life in my university is like and how I ended up taking the course. I answered her queries. In return, I asked her how living in Syndicate is like. She then proceeds to tell me a story how she ended up being here, and how she was originally from Eastside. I noticed how much she mentions the doctor during our conversations about this hospital, so I bring it up to her. "Iron" was the name of the doctor, she began to tell me about Iron. Who I presume, runs SALVA hospital. Anne mentions that Iron is interested in speaking with me after she accepted my application.

I ask Anne where will I be staying. The head nurse was nervous about how I'll react knowing that the state I'll be staying in is not exactly... Desirable. I figured that my accommodation would not look comfortable for me since this is a place that is not like Eastside. So, I speak up about being fine with the living conditions as long as I am free to do whatever I wished with the place that I'll be staying in. She visibly lightens up after that. While we were eating, someone approached our table. It was Iron.

I greet the doctor politely. To which Iron immediately asks me questions about my knowledge of Mania. I tell here what I know about Mania, and what sources that I used to learn about it. In my bookbag, there were two books about mania, a laptop containing the latest updates on Mania, documents from researchers and doctors that contained contents of Mania. Needless to say, Dr. Iron is impressed about the extent of information that I have about the mutation. I can tell with the way she is surveying the materials I brought carefully. I didn't want to be rude about asking her on how she is able to perform surgeries with an mechanical arm. In other hospitals, I was taught by both doctors and my clinical instructors about the spread of microorganisms under skin with jewelries, metals. But luckily, Iron caught my curious glances on her mechanical arm and explained sterilization techniques that she used before performing surgeries. I heave a sigh of relief knowing that the patient wouldn't be at risk for SSI (Surgical Site Infection). Both Doctor and staff nurse exchanged looks. They are impressed at how perceptive I am.

I politely ask how I may be able to help with the sterilization of the hospital to prevent further spread of infection. Anne realized that I am keen on maintaining cleanliness around the hospital. Dr. Iron, on the other hand... Mentions that cleaning takes up time, due to a high number of patients being admitted to the hospital everyday, and some incidents concerning about Syndican gangsters infiltrating the hospital... It made me realize that the idea of sanitization might be almost impossible with the influx of reoccurring issues of this Hospital. My fear had not increased at the mention of Syndican gangsters infiltrating the area. Again, Anne takes note of how I was able to quickly adapt to the environment. Making it a conversation for the doctor and her later... However, I pledged to both of them that during the duration of my internship here in SALVA, I'll make it my responsibility to disinfect the area regardless of the problems that may occur, making the doctor sigh, and told me to do whatever I want, but to follow the institution's rules and protocols. I had no trouble agreeing to her terms, it is the basic rule that student nurses are required to follow after all. Extra AN: There will be follow up chapters in regards to this, and maybe an actual fic about it with alternate routes... (I am very fixated on the idea of exploring more medical knowledge and SALVA lore at the same time, average passionate student nurse tingssss) but anyways! I'll post more, but also mix it up every now and then with the other characters. SSI btw is an infection that occurs after surgery in the part of the body where the surgery took place. Feel free to look it up for more information in regards to it. (The strong urge to cite the source and reference is sending me...🤭) TOODLES!

[purpleberiii]

"Calling the sinners by their correct name"

☆Prompt: How would the sinners react to you calling them by their correct name.

☆Warnings: Nothing too intense, a hit of pain towards the cinnamon rolls (Hamel, Anne), mentions of Chelsea having lots of sugar babies (including you)

☆Includes: Hamel, Anne, Bai yi, Shalom, Eirene, Chelsea, Cabernet, Oak Casket, Garofano, Sumire.

HAMEL

Hamel is a pure innocent baby; one whom you adore to death. While she's mostly quiet, she's very chatty with you, not the type of chatty to talk your ears out, but Hamel would express how she feels with you.

When you called Hamel by her right name, she was dumbfounded. You usually called her sweetheart, or dove so hearing you call her Hamel made her immediately think she did something wrong.

"I don't like that. Please don't call me Hamel," she pleaded with you, her eyes teary. Guilt immediately took over your body and you had to comfort her and tell her she did nothing wrong.

ANNE

Anne is just like Hamel but she's much more talkative, even in public. Anne is not afraid to let anyone know that you are hers. Your relationship with Anne was quite the sweet one and you would act like a caring wife towards her even though you both only started dating for months.

When you called Anne by her right name, it took her a few minutes to process what just happened. "Did I do something wrong my dear?" She asked in a small voice. You knew to yourself that she was as innocent as an angel so it hit you in the guts when she used such a small voice. Like Hamel, you had to comfort her, the guilt crushing your soul for hurting such a small adorable baby.

BAI YI

Bai yi knew she was a case to deal with and she took it upon herself to annoy you or tease you everyday. She absolutely loves it when you shower her in cute nicknames and affection.

So when you called her by her right name, Bai yi chuckled before saying, "Oh? What's up with you?" She didn't take it to heart when you called her that but if you kept calling her Bai yi, she might just die.

SHALOM

Shalom is the type of lover to give you all sorts of nicknames and for her, just one nickname would do, 'Darling'.

"Shalom." When she heard her right name come out of your mouth, she'd just stare at you until you finally call her darling.

"I was beginning to think you didn't love me anymore," she sighed dramatically.

EIRENE

Eirene is a busy woman, she hardly had time to spend with you due to her work but nevertheless she loves you to the core.

When you called her by her right name, she didn't bother with it; well on the outside atleast. On the inside, she's panicking, asking herself what she did wrong. She checked back on her previous interactions with you, ensuring that she didn't say anything wrong.

When you told her it was a joke, then she'll be the one to call you by your right name until you beg for her to stop. She enjoys seeing you beg. She's not mean tho :/

CHELSEA

Sugar mommy Chelsea is such a kind and caring person to all her sugar babies but you are her favorite.

When you called her Chelsea instead of Sugar mommy, expect to be bombarded in a ton of questions. "Is the food not to your liking?" "Did I do something to upset you?" "Is anyone being mean to you?"

When you didn't give her an answer that satisfied her, she tried her next strategy, gifts. Lots and lots of gifts that made the other sugar babies jealous of you.

How could her attempts not sway you? You had to tell her it was a joke and you felt had that she bought all of those gifts, but she didn't.

CABERNET

Oh boy don't mess around with those woman. Although she loves you, calling her Cabernet is a crime.

Like all the professionals you'd have to call them sir/miss, you HAVE to call Cabernet sweetheart.

"Cabernet." "That's sweetheart to you, little one," she pointed her staff to you in a threatening manner.

From that day onwards, her real name was never used again (by you atleast).

OAK CASKET

This woman is such a calm and composed woman. She gives off a motherly figure vibe so hearing you call her nicknames like 'darling' or 'love' or 'honeybunch' will absolutely make her fall even deeper in love with you.

When she heard you call her by her right name, she'd simply chuckle and say, "what have I done to upset you my dear?"

Things like that wouldn't bother her because she knows what when she's ready for you, you'd be definitely forgetting her name.

GAROFANO

She's just like Oak Casket but a much less more quiet version. Hearing you call her Garofano wouldn't bother her, until she realises you weren't going to stop calling her that.

She loves the nicknames you give her and it makes her feel much more loved for so with a slightly upset expression, she'd ask, "Why are you calling me that?"

When you realised that she didn't like it, you stopped and immediately apologised. She forgave you of course but warned you to never do it again.

SUMIRE

Pretty girl assassin has alot on her plate but always makes time for you. She loves having you rest upon her lap while she talks and rambles about her missions.

She seemed so engrossed in telling you how her mission went, it took her a few minutes to realise that you called her Sumire and not 'baby'.

"But I am your baby. Not Sumire," she'd stare at you, letting out a small sigh before plunging on top of you and prepping your faces with kisses, apologising for making you mad even though she did nothing. You just wanted to see her reaction to it.

A/n: took a few days to write this but I still don't like it 😭

[ihavenoideawhatiamdoingjustgay2]

I once again am asking for requests since I want to write more, so, if you have any ideas, pretty please send them to me, art ideas r also appreciated

Update : Damn that's a lot, sadly I'll have to close them for now bc I can't keep up with yall lol, so thank you for everyone who made a request <3

Characters & Ships list

[amphibiahawks321]

M!Reader : Hey Anne!

Anne : Hm? Oh! Yes Y/N!

M!Reader : I like you!

Anne : .....

[Anne starts blushing red as a tomato]

Anne blushing : i like you too Y/N!

M!Reader : See iron? It's completely okay to tell your friends you like them!

Iron : .....

Iron : Anne just fainted-

[sinsmockingbird]

This thought has been plaguing my mind all weekend, and I just needed to write something on it.

CW: SFW under the cut

I've had thoughts on surrogacy recently (strange, I know). Which lead me to thinking of becoming a surrogate mother for an [Insert Ship]. Really this idea can be used for any wlw ship, but there was one that stood out to me, that @sea-lanterns so kindly gave me thoughts for. That ship being IronAnne; Iron x Anne from PTN.

So, just hear out the idea I have. Maybe I'll expand on it more in the future if people want me to. Also feel free to let me know what other ships you think this idea could work with.

It wasn't exactly an- ideal situation in Iron's eyes, at first. She didn't like kids and didn't want them, she found them to be pretty disgusting and insufferable. But, Anne did want them. It was a conflicting situation for the doctor- she didn't want to have kids but she desperately wanted to see her beloved happy.

It took some time and convincing for Iron to give in, but she made it very very clear to Anne that she wasn't carrying it. It was a disappointment to the nurse but she didn't fight it, just happy with the fact Iron ended up agreeing and being more open to having kids with her.

The disappointing part was that Anne couldn't have kids of her own, due to health reasons and high risk of death during birth. It left the couple with few options, but in the end they decided to get a surrogate.

Anne would lend one of her eggs to the surrogate and they would then get an anonymous sperm donor. It was quick and easy- well everything except finding someone who they thought and trusted could carry their child. It was a long process of countless interviews with different people, but finally in the end, they found someone.

They found you.

The process went smoothly and in no time you were pregnant and carrying Iron and Anne's child. Because of this you moved in with the two, and they both took time in caring for you in anyway you needed.

Iron always made sure you and the baby were healthy with weekly checkups she could easily do from home. She may have been cold and quiet most of them time, you knew she was genuinely appreciative of you for agreeing to be their surrogate. She would make this known with small gestures, either with soft touches, or going out of her way to do minor things for you without a word.

Anne was quite the opposite. She was basically glued to your side, always telling you how thankful she was for what you were doing. She was kind and open, always helping you with minimal things, like helping you up from the couch, bathing you, or feeding you dinner during times the pregnancy got hard. She was so caring to you, always making sure you were alright and comfortable.

It wasn't a surprise that you'd fall in love with them.

At first you'd try your hardest to kerp your feelings at bay and push them aside. You were simply a surrogate, carrying their baby. They were a happy couple so obviously in love with one another that you didn't want to ruin anything between them because of your feelings.

But on one particular night, where Anne was being especially attentive of you, you couldn't stop yourself from kissing her. You had pulled away quickly, apologizing profusely to her. But Anne simply cupped your face innher hands, kissed you again and told you she had been waiting too long to do that.

You were relieved to know she reciprocated your feelings- but then you remembered Iron. You liked her as well just as much as Anne, but how were going to tell her that? How would she react to her lover liking and kissing you back?

Anne didn't hesitate to answer when she began talking about how her and Iron had begun to fall for you during your stay with them, that they weren't sure how you'd react to their feelings. But lucky for them you liked them back as well.

Telling Iron about what occurred and about your feelings, it wasn't long for you to join their relationship. It was perfect, they were perfect. Always showing you love in their own special ways, making sure to care and love you. They were also quick to accept you as a parent of their child, and you were ecstatic to give birth to their- no your guy's baby.

And once they were born, you couldn't haven't been happier to have gained two new partners and a child from deciding to become a surrogate.

[smuthospital]

🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃

Art by: Minilev

Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help

Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent

-Dr. Smut

Minors DNI

Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader

"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.

"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.

The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.

"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.

You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.

"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.

Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.

He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.

You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.

'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.

Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.

"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.

You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.

He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.

You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?

You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.

The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.

You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.

You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.

Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.

You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.

His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.

He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.

Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.

You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.

He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.

[vantetaes]

SPRING FLING🫧🥂

COUNTRY BOY! EREN X CITY GIRL BLACK FEM READER

SUMMARY!!! yn goes back to visit what once was her home 15 years ago, only to meet a new face.

WARNINGS!!! 18+!!! high sexual themes! oral (f receiving), penetration, slow burn before smut

a part of you missed it. waking up to the fresh smell of sausage sizzling in hot grease while grits simmered on a burner next to it. feeling the cool summer breeze whip around your sweltering body from playing kickball in the large mowed field with some of the towns kids. drinking freshly squeezed lemonade your grandmother made before tending to her garden.

as the driver slowly approaches your grandparents estate, your heart couldn’t help but to let up a little. the large white house still sat perfectly on their plot of land.

“yn, sweetheart!” the houses screen door flys open with a screech. your grandmother dressed in a flowing white dress, tan beach hat, arm decorated with small gold bangles and her wedding band catching rays of sun.

the driver places his car in park, opening his door to retrieve your suitcase from the trunk. hopping out of the yellow vehicle, the older lady meets you halfway. wrinkled hands caressing your face, she smiles.

“it’s been too long. you’re all grown up on us!”

before anything could leave your lips, a grunt comes from around the bend of the house. your grandfather, covered in motor oil and dirt caked overalls. he removes his gloves, walking towards you and his wife, smile reaching his ears.

“ah i would hug ya honey but im dirtier than the pigs!”

your grandparents liked the life they lived away from the city. the way they could sit on the wrap around porch, grandfather sipping a beer and grandmother some lemonade, their towns newspaper tucked in their palms. watching as the sun ducked their bright red barn, casting a golden glow over the crops and animals grazing on the lush landscape. the stars peeking through transparent clouds, moon creating its atmosphere in the sky.

your grandmother enjoyed picking fresh fruits from her orchard, baking pies and making jams with the delectable fruits. your grandfather loved the lake that sat on the other side of the large property. growing up you’d grown to love these things about them.

as for yourself? you wouldn’t be caught dead doing half the things they do.

your career path led you to pharmaceutical consulting. working for one of the biggest companies in the world. it wasn’t something you enjoyed, but it funded the life you wanted.

living in a penthouse, well off from the city below you. the work was intense, demanding, and you needed to stay on top of it. anyone is replaceable in jobs such as those.

which is why you put in every single pto hour you had into a month long vacation.

to the middle of nowhere.

the wheels of the suitcase clank against the wooden stairs as your grandfather lugs it up the flight. following behind the older lady, excitement bubbles out of your grandmother while she quickens her pace, rushing to the door at the end of the hallway.

when she pushes the door open, it gives way easily, the hinges murmuring softly. the air that greets you is faintly cool, laced with the sweet scent of spring. someone had left the large french windows cracked open, the lace curtains drifting in slow, ghostly ripples.

“just like you left it, darlin’!” the lady says cheerfully.

stepping in feels like stepping back into a memory too fragile to hold in your hands. the room is pale, almost dreamlike. soft white walls, still wearing faint shadows of posters long torn away, frame the space. A canopy bed sits against the far wall, its sheer, pastel pink and ivory drapes spilling down like delicate water, pooled at the floor as if waiting for someone to step through them. the bed itself is made, layered with quilts of faint creams and frilly edges, whispering of afternoons spent sprawled on its surface with a book or diary.

“mary anne, we gotta get back to town to pick up some more feed for the chickens! ‘for the sun go down! i ain’t got my glasses either.” after placing your suitcase inside the threshold, your grandfather gives the back of your head a slight hold before placing a small kiss to the top.

“okay! okay! you ain’t gotta rush, clyde!” the two eventually leave you alone to unpack and do as you need.

to the right, a dresser waits, its porcelain knobs cool and familiar, though you can see chips where small hands must have struck too hard, too often. a vintage vanity mirrors the scene beside it, its surface cluttered with an array of glass perfume bottles, now dulled with dust. the mirror above has started to haze, its edges flecked with age, but you can still catch glimpses of yourself. a cushioned stool still sits beneath, its ruffled seat faded and threadbare.

the light here is alive. golden and warm, it pours through the cracked windows, catching on floating dust motes that swirl like restless fireflies. outside, unseen branches scratch faintly against the frame, their new leaves brushing with the weightlessness of spring. the breeze curls in through the cracks, carrying the faintest hints of magnolia and freshly turned earth, slipping beneath the canopy and rustling the skirts of the curtains.

there’s a rug in the center of the room, its edges frayed, and around it—near bookshelves that haven’t been touched in years—small details stand out like relics: a porcelain music box with its lid still half-open, a stuffed rabbit missing one eye perched on the window seat. all of it feels caught in a quiet kind of waiting.

your footsteps are softened by the wooden floor beneath, the boards groaning faintly under your weight. you look around and inhale deeply. it smells faintly of lavender, of clean linens, freshly cut grass, and mahogany wood.

the hot water washes away the weight of the morning and plane rides, the steam curling in soft, misty clouds that cling to the glass. you stand under the spray longer than you need to, letting it loosen muscles you hadn’t realized were tight, letting it strip the last remnants of dust from your skin. when you finally step out, the room feels cooler, the steam clinging to the mirror and walls in beads of condensation.

lathing your body in cocoa butter and applying a fair amount of lip balm.

you pull on something simple: a soft white tank top and a pair of loose cerulean cotton shorts, light enough to let the sun find your skin. carefully pulling your shower cap off, the water droplets falling down to your shoulders, running off your moisturized skin. you grab a new bottle of sunscreen from your spwarled out suitcase, the book ‘if cats disappeared from the world’, and your black chanel sunglasses.

as you make your way barefoot down the creaking staircase, everything tucked in between your arm. the house warm and bright in a way that feels both lived-in and empty. you’re halfway to the back porch when the front door swings open, and your grandparents call for your attention.

“hey, hold up a minute-” your grandfather says, pausing just inside the doorway, his hat in one hand and the keys to the truck jangling in the other. Your grandmother lingers behind him, hands resting on her hips, her face soft but serious.

“-we’re headed into town for a bit.” she says. “need some supplies for the farm and a few other things.”

you nod, shifting your weight onto one foot as you glance toward the back porch, toward the promise of sun and quiet.

“‘fore you run off-” your grandfather adds, pulling the hat onto his head.

“one of the town boys is ‘posed to be stoppin’ by. hes gone take a look at the barn, see about fixin’ up some of the beams we been neglectin’.”

“you’ll know him when you see him.” she says, a touch warily.

“so just keep an eye out. he’s probably fine, but you know how folks can be.”

something about their tone. half warning, half habit. makes you bristle. you know how quickly people judge someone based on a name, a family, a shadow cast long before them.

“all right.” you say lightly, hoping to end the conversation before it becomes something heavier.

“i’ll be outside if he shows up.”

your grandmother nods, giving you one last lingering look, and then they’re gone—boots on the porch steps, the truck’s engine growling to life and disappearing down the road. you linger by the door for a moment, watching the dust settle in the empty yard. the house feels quieter now, a little too still.

when you turn toward the back porch, the sunlight calls to you again, warm and golden, a balm for whatever comes next.

the back door opens swiftly, letting in gusts of spring air to sweep across the floors. trudging through the plains of grass tickling your thighs, you find yourself at the small floating pond your grandfather built. it sat in front of the large red barn, creating a scene of what farm living actually is.

the pond is fairly quiet, except for the hum of cicadas and the faint lapping of water against its banks. the cows deep moo a little in the distance. the sun hangs high, drenching everything in gold, and the heat wraps around you like a second skin.

you’re stretched out on a reclined lawn chair, a thin towel draped beneath you to catch the sweat. your sunglasses shield your eyes, and a book rests open in your hands, though the words blur a little under the laziness of the afternoon. a half eaten sandwich and a glass of fresh strawberry lemonade sweats beside you, the condensation leaving rings of water on the tiny wooden table. it’s sweet and cold against your tongue, a small relief in the heaviness of the heat.

your top is flung casually over the back of the chair, leaving you in a white bathing suit, comfortable and unbothered as you let the sun soak into your skin. the soft breeze off the water kisses your shoulders every now and then, rustling the pages of your book.

it isn’t until the sharp, uneven sound of boots on gravel carries over the quiet that you lift your sunglasses, brow pinching.

at first, you only catch a shadow moving toward you from the far side of the reservoir. someone tall, broad-shouldered, and clearly not your grandparents.

“hey!” the voice calls, deep but rough, like he hasn’t spoken much today.

you sit up a little straighter, your sunglasses slipping down the bridge of your nose as you look him over. he’s closer now, close enough for you to see the sharp lines of his face, the way dark hair falls a little too messily over his forehead. he’s wearing a plain t-shirt, worn jeans stained at the knees, and scuffed boots that kick up small puffs of dirt as he moves. there’s a toolbox in his hand, which he sets down carelessly at his feet.

“you’re, uh…-” he trails off, scanning you quickly before looking away, his jaw tight. he was issued to seeing old people on this property. but you were a sight for sore eyes. he couldn’t help but fixate his green eyes back onto you. watching as the beads of condensation dripped from the glass to your exposed cleavage, sliding down between your moisturized boobs. that were too big for the swim top your sported. his eyes fed off the way your e/c* eyes shined in the light under the black shields, lips glistening under the rays.

“im here for the barn. your grandparents said someone would be around.” his words are tight and frigid.

you blink, caught between annoyance and curiosity.

“yeah, they mentioned you.” you let your sunglasses slide back into place, leaning back in the chair as if his presence hasn’t disrupted anything.

“didn’t realize you’d be here so soon.”

“you’re welcome.” he mutters, a hint of sarcasm threading through the words as he squats to grab the toolbox.

you raise a brow, bristling.

“didn’t say i was thanking you.”

that makes him pause, glancing up through his lashes like he can’t decide whether to be amused or annoyed. a scoff releases from his lips.

“you sure are a real warm welcome, huh? and you’re reading a book about.. cats?”

“and you’re a little grumpy for someone who just got here. not that it’s any of your concern, i prefer cats over mutts.”

he huffs out a breath, maybe a laugh, but it’s hard to tell, and shakes his head, muttering something you can’t quite hear. you watch as he straightens up again, swiping the back of his hand across his forehead as if to dismiss you entirely.

“look, i’ll stay outta your way. just here to fix the barn, ma’am.” he says, nodding toward the distant structure.

“you can go back to… whatever this is.” his gaze flickers briefly over your lemonade, the book, your sprawled-out figure in the sun, before he turns on his heel and starts walking toward the barn.

you glare after him, irritation bubbling to the surface. the nerve of him, showing up out of nowhere with a chip on his shoulder like you’re the one invading his day.

“you’re welcome.” you call after him pointedly, though he doesn’t stop, just throws a hand up in a half-hearted wave of dismissal.

the barn door groans open in the distance, and you sink back into your chair with a huff, flipping your book shut. for the first time all day, the quiet doesn’t feel so peaceful anymore.

he had been long gone by the time your grandparents arrived back at the house. watching the sun set on the horizon out of the kitchen windows, casting a warm orange and pink hue to the house. you couldn’t help but to think about how strange of an interaction that was today.

“some’ wrong, darlin’?” your grandfather asks, pulling apart a small peice of his dinner roll, slipping it into his mouth.

“nothing papa. just tired i think. not really used to the time difference again.”

-

the kitchen smells like sugar, butter, and lemon zest. thick and warm in the morning light streaming through the windows. you stand beside your grandmother at the granite counter, your hands dusted in flour as you work a soft, pliable ball of dough, rolling it carefully under her watchful gaze. the little puffs of flour catch the light as they float lazily to the counter, turning the morning into something hazy and dreamlike. outside, the morning doves are already humming, and the breeze carries the faintest whiff of honeysuckle through the cracked window above the sink.

“not too thin now, dear.” your grandmother says gently, leaning over to inspect your work. her hair is pinned back neatly, and there’s a streak of flour on her cheek that she hasn’t noticed.

“these tarts need some structure, or they’ll fall apart ‘fore they make it to the church. we can’t have a lock in with no tarts, honey.”

“yes, ma’am.” you mutter, suppressing a small smile as you focus on the dough, guiding it into perfect little circles for the tart shells.

the table is cluttered with bowls and ingredients. deep red raspberries, bright and glistening, piled in a pale ceramic dish; a glass juicer with lemon pulp still clinging to its grooves; a small jar of sugar, the lid left slightly askew. your grandmother moves around the kitchen like she always has. calm, methodical, humming a hymn under her breath as she fills the air with the scent of baking pastry. you help her spoon the tart mixture into the shells, carefully pressing a few raspberries into each before she slides them into the oven, her hands covered in oven mitts patterned with sunflowers.

while the tarts bake, she chats softly about who will be at the church service, about old friends and new faces, her voice lilting as if trying to bridge the years that you’ve been gone. it’s comforting, her easy way of speaking, and you let it wash over you as you wipe down the counters, the scent of caramelizing sugar growing richer by the minute.

“i really appreciate your help this mornin’.” her sweet voice fills the silence.

your grandfather appears in the doorway just as you’re checking the tarts, a small grin tucked beneath his mustache. hes holding a set of keys. old, scratched, and gleaming faintly in his calloused hand.

“got something for ya.” he says, the words light but carrying a weight that makes you stop mid-step.

your grandmother glances over her shoulder, smiling softly as if she’s been expecting this.

“go on, now. see what he’s got.”

you follow your grandfather outside, the morning sun already high and hot, the light pooling across the gravel driveway. parked just off to the side of the house is a truck—not new by any stretch of the imagination, but clean, its pale blue paint shining faintly in the sunlight. it’s an older model, rounded and boxy in that classic way, and you can see where he’s spent hours tinkering with it. fresh tires, a polished hood, the faint scent of oil and steel lingering in the air.

“you’re givin’ me this?” you ask, a little breathless.

“sure am.” he replies, pressing the keys into your palm with a nod that’s gruff but affectionate.

“i’ve been workin’ on it a few months now. runs smooth s’ever. figured you might want somethin’ to get around while you’re here.”

the gesture hits you harder than you expect, and you swallow against the sudden warmth building in your chest.

“thank you,” you say softly, running your fingers over the keys before looking back at him.

he pats your shoulder in that firm, no-nonsense way of his.

“you go on, take her for a spin. just don’t let it sit idle too long, y’hear?”

you decide you can’t possibly drive your new truck around town in the same pajama bottoms and rumpled tank top you’ve been in since morning. after a quick shower, you stand in front of the mirror in your childhood bedroom, brushing your hair as the sun filters softly through the lace curtains. you choose something easy. a flowy white sundress, the fabric soft against your skin, cinched at the waist, flaring out below. it’s the kind of dress that moves when you walk, catching the breeze and making you feel like youre floating. slipping on tan sandals and grabbing your sunglasses.

sliding into the truck feels surreal, the leather of the driver’s seat warm beneath your legs as you turn the ignition. the engine rumbles to life with a satisfying purr, and you grip the wheel with a grin you can’t quite suppress.

the drive into town is nothing short of idyllic. the windows are rolled down, the warm breeze tugging at your hair and the hem of your dress as you cruise past fields of tall grass and wildflowers. radio crackles softly, static giving way to an old country song you don’t recognize but hum along to anyway. the town comes into view slowly. a handful of streets lined with brick buildings, white picket fences, and storefronts with painted signs. it’s small and familiar, a place where everyone knows everyone, and yet it feels entirely new through your eyes.

you park the truck just off the main street, slipping the keys into your bag before heading toward the square. the town is quiet, but there’s enough movement to remind you that life trickles on here. people chatting on porches, kids weaving through alleys on their bikes, a group of guys sitting on the bed of an old truck parked near the general store.

you don’t notice them at first, too busy taking in the details of the place. but their voices, loud and lazy—drift over as you pass.

“well, well.” one of them drawls, amusement curling through the words.

“ain’t expect to see you all the way out here.”

you glance over sharply, your gaze landing on none other than him. eren jaeger. leaned back against the tailgate of the truck, his arms crossed and a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. his friends exchange looks that border on curious and entertained.

“didn’t expect you to talk to me.” you shoot back without missing a beat, stopping just a few feet away.

eren raises a brow, clearly enjoying this already.

“oh, don’t worry. i’m just surprised you’re not still sunbathing by the pond, princess.”

“princess? it’s yn to you. and all of you.” you repeat, folding your arms across your chest.

“also, big talk for someone who can’t even find full jeans.” your acrylic points to the dirty man-made holes decorating the boys jeans.

that earns you a snort of laughter from one of his friends, but eren just tilts his head slightly, the smirk never faltering.

“guess you’re still mad about yesterday. why you so upset at me, darlin’?”

“mad? please.” you say, rolling your eyes. “nothing even happened.”

“mmh. sure you aren’t.” he says, pushing off the tailgate to stand up fully, his height a little more imposing up close. there’s something sharp about him. his voice, his gaze, but beneath it is something else, something less certain. you get the feeling he’s used to being looked at sideways, just like your grandparents warned you about.

“you always this charming, or is it just for me?” you ask, tipping your chin up slightly. eyes meeting his low green ones.

he huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as his friends snicker quietly behind him.

“you’re somethin’ else.” he mutters, more to himself than to you. turning on your heels, you rush to excape the uncomfortable encounter.

“see you around, princess.”

-

the next day stretches out slow and quiet. the house feels bigger without your grandparents, their absence leaving a stillness that clings to every corner. you’ve taken full advantage of the solitude, padding barefoot through the rooms in an oversized t-shirt and little else. the fabric brushes against your thighs as you move, worn soft with age, like an old friend. the back of the shirt reads something about a fishing derby from a year that predates you, and you’ve rolled the sleeves haphazardly up your shoulders, letting the collar slip wide against your collarbone.

you spend the morning lazing on the couch, your legs sprawled across the cushions as you flip halfheartedly through a book you aren’t really reading. somewhere outside, birds chatter, and the cicadas hum their slow, pulsing chorus.

it’s the kind of day where time feels like it doesn’t exist. you shuffle into the kitchen whenever you’re hungry, toast a bagel you don’t finish, drink lemonade straight from the pitcher, and leave the radio on low just to fill the silence. some soft, crooning voice filters through the speakers, adding to the lazy weight of the afternoon.

you’re perched on the arm of the couch, knees drawn up to your chest, flipping through an old fashion magazine you found tucked in a drawer when the knock comes, sharp and sudden against the door.

it startles you, your head snapping up as the noise echoes through the quiet house. the second knock follows quickly, impatient this time. you glance toward the clock on the wall, but it’s no help, just another reminder that time isn’t real today.

frowning, you slide off the couch, tugging the hem of your t-shirt self-consciously as you head toward the door. the knob feels cool beneath your fingers as you pull it open just far enough to see who it is.

and there he is.

eren, standing on your grandparents’ front porch like he belongs there, though his posture suggests otherwise. hes got one hand braced against the doorframe, his other hooked loosely in the pocket of his jeans. a thin white t-shirt clings to him in the heat, faint smudges of dirt streaked across the fabric like he’s been working outside all day. his dark hair looks even messier than it did before. some tucked into the cowboy hat, other strands falling over his forehead and curling faintly from the humidity.

for a moment, he doesn’t say anything, his gaze catching on your bare legs before he flicks his eyes up to meet yours. his expression shifts, something unreadable dancing just beneath the surface. you realize too late how you must look: hair messy, t-shirt oversized and sliding off your shoulder, a little breathless from having rushed to the door.

“what?” you say finally, crossing your arms over your chest as if that might protect you from the way he’s looking at you.

“nice greeting.” he says dryly, his voice low and a little rough around the edges.

“well, you did show up uninvited.” you shoot back, arching a brow.

“what do you want?”

eren exhales through his nose, almost like he’s amused but trying not to show it.

“your grandparents asked me to stop by. said there’s a busted pipe in the barn and they didn’t want to wait until they got back to fix it.”

you frown, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe.

“and they sent you?”

“clearly.” his lips twitch, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“believe it or not, i know how to do more than just piss you off.”

you roll your eyes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

“well, the barn’s out back. you know where it is. the big. red. building.”

“i do. smartass.” he says, but he doesn’t move, and there’s a spark of something in his eyes. mischief, maybe. that makes you suddenly aware of just how much skin your t-shirt doesn’t cover.

“what?” you ask again, sharper this time.

“nothing.” he shrugs, the movement lazy as he pushes off the doorframe and takes a step back.

“just didn’t peg you for the type to lounge around in your underwear all day. but what do i know? you wore a bikini outside.”

heat flashes across your cheeks instantly, and you grip the edge of the door tighter.

“it’s not underwear, creep. it’s comfortable.”

“sure.” he says, smirk fully formed now as he starts toward the barn, hands tucked into his pockets.

“looks real… comfortable.”

you slam the door before he can say anything else, the wood rattling in the frame.

“asshole.” you mutter under your breath, but your voice is drowned out by the sound of his boots on the gravel, his laughter carrying faintly through the cracked window.

the hum of the radio drifts on, and sunlight still slants through the windows, but something about the space feels restless now. like the air has been disturbed and won’t settle again. you find yourself standing by the door, chewing your lip and staring at nothing in particular.

it’s curiosity, you decide. that’s all it is. you’re just curious about him. about the boy who showed up at your door unannounced, dripping sarcasm like it’s second nature, as though he thrives on pressing your buttons. that’s why, after pacing the kitchen once or twice, you tug on a pair of shoes and head outside.

the barn stands at the back of the property, worn and familiar, its paint faded and roof patched with tin that glints under the afternoon sun. the gravel crunches beneath your feet as you cross the yard, your shadow stretching long ahead of you. you can hear him before you see him. something clattering against metal, followed by a low muttered curse that drifts out through the open barn doors.

you pause just outside, peeking around the corner. eren is crouched low near the base of a wooden post, his toolbox spread out beside him, sleeves shoved up to his elbows. sweat glistens faintly along the line of his neck, dark hair curling slightly against his temple, though he seems too focused on whatever he’s fixing to notice you.

“i hope you don’t talk to the pipes like that.” you say, stepping into the doorway.

eren glances up sharply, his eyes narrowing as soon as he sees you.

“what are you doing in here?”

“just checking on you.” you lean against the frame, arms crossed, the hem of your t-shirt fluttering faintly in the breeze.

“you could be in here stealing, for all I know.”

he snorts, turning back to the pipe.

“yeah, im gonna steal an old tractor and a pile’a hay. that’ll really set me up for life.”

“you’ve got the attitude for it.” you shoot back.

eren doesn’t respond right away, just reaches into his toolbox and pulls out a wrench, testing the pipe with a faint metallic screech. you take the opportunity to wander further into the barn, your bare legs brushing against the dust-speckled air, the smell of earth and old wood thick in your nose.

“don’t distract me.” he mutters after a moment, though there’s no real heat in it.

“distract you from what?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him.

“you seem like you know what you’re doing.”

“i do.” he replies quickly, then pauses to glance up at you again, that familiar edge of sarcasm tugging at his voice.

“but I don’t need you hovering over me like a supervisor.”

“im not hovering.” you say, wandering toward the ladder that leads up to the loft. You trail your fingers along a beam as you go, the wood rough and splintered beneath your touch.

“im just… observing.”

“observing me.” he corrects, the corner of his mouth twitching.

you shrug, tilting your head to look at him.

“maybe. you’re hard to figure out.”

“well… why are ya tryin’ t’figure me out?” he fires back, turning his full attention to you now. his gaze is sharp, but there’s something behind it. something curious, like he’s trying to pick you apart the same way you’re doing to him.

you hesitate, feeling your face heat up despite yourself.

“im just bored.”

“bored ?” eren repeats, his voice dry.

“well, sorry im not here to entertain you, princess.”

you bristle at the nickname, pushing off the beam to face him fully.

“will you quit calling me that?”

“what?” he says, smirking now. “does it bother you?”

“obviously.”

“good.” he huffs a quiet laugh under his breath, shaking his head as he goes back to the pipe, adjusting the wrench with a sharp twist. the muscles in his forearm flex with the movement, beads of sweat dripping from his body.

“you’re insufferable.” you mutter, rolling your eyes as you turn and start to climb the ladder to the loft. the wood creaks faintly under your hands and feet, but you ignore it, needing to put a little distance between you and him.

“where are you going?” he calls from below, sounding more amused than anything.

“away from you!” you shout back, hoisting yourself onto the loft and brushing the dust from your knees. the space is dim, beams of sunlight filtering through the slats in the walls, catching on cobwebs and hay strewn across the floor. you sink down near the edge, letting your legs dangle as you glance back down at him.

“don’t worry. i won’t distract you from all your hard work.”

eren glances up at you with a look that’s half exasperation, half something else. he stands, tossing the wrench back into his toolbox with a faint clatter.

“or you could just gone back in the house. you’re a real piece’a work, you know that?”

“you’re one to talk.” you shoot back, swinging your feet slightly.

“you act like you hate me, but you keep showing up.”

“i don’t hate you and i keep showing up for your folks, not you.” he mutters, scrubbing the back of his hand across his forehead as he looks away.

“you just talk too much.”

“and you’re just cranky.”

he lets out a soft laugh, one that seems to surprise even him. when he looks back at you, his expression is different, though it’s hard to tell in the dappled light of the barn.

“you don’t know anything about me.” he says finally, his voice quieter this time.

you tilt your head, studying the man below you.

“maybe not. but I know you’re not as bad as everyone says you are.”

eren stiffens slightly at that, his jaw ticking as he averts his gaze. for a moment, the only sound is the wind pressing against the barn, rattling the boards, and the distant hum of cicadas.

“you don’t know that either. and what about you, huh? showing’ up outta nowhere. bein’ as bossy as you are?” he says eventually, his tone flat.

“im a pretty good judge of character. and i used to live here. a lot changes in fifteen years.”

he scoffs, but there’s no real bite to it.

“you’re annoying.”

“and yet you’re still here.” you say, letting a smile creep onto your face.

the loft creaks beneath you, but you don’t think much of it at first. it’s old, worn by years of weight and weather, and the barn itself seems to hum with the memory of its age. eren is below, fiddling with his toolbox, muttering curses under his breath as he wrestles with some stubborn pipe or post. you’re perched on the edge of the loft, legs dangling as you watch him, not bothering to hide your smirk.

“you’re taking forever.” you tease, your voice carrying through the barn.

eren pauses, glancing up with an annoyed glare.

“if you think you can do it faster, darlin’ , be my guest.”

“oh, i didn’t say that.” you reply, leaning back with a huff of satisfaction.

“i’m just observing how inefficient you are.”

he mutters something under his breath, shaking his head, and you’re about to push his buttons again when the sharp sound of splintering wood freezes you. the beam beneath you gives a slow, aching groan. erens head shoots up, noticing the lift giving in right where you sat.

you don’t have time to react. the wood cracks loudly, shattering the stillness, and suddenly you’re falling.

it happens in a rush. your stomach lurching, air rushing past you, hands scrambling for anything to grab. you hit something solid but not the ground. the impact knocks the wind out of you, but there are arms around you, holding you tightly.

“jesus christ!” eren’s voice cuts through the chaos, sharp and alarmed. “are you stupid?”

your brain catches up slowly, heart still slamming against your ribs as you look up to find eren staring down at you. his face is just inches from yours, his arms wrapped firmly around you where he caught you before you could hit the floor.

“i—” you start to say, but the words catch in your throat.

eren lets out a breath, long and shaky, as he lowers you carefully to the barn floor. his hands linger at your sides, steadying you. “are you okay?”

you try to nod, but then you feel it. the sharp, searing pain radiating up your leg. you wince, shifting slightly, and his eyes dart downward.

“you’re hurt.” he says flatly.

“no, i’m fine,” you lie, but as soon as you move your leg, the pain worsens. you look down to see a gash along your shin, blood streaking your skin where the wood must have splintered against you.

eren notices immediately.

“shit-” he mutters, reaching for you before you can protest. “don’t move.”

“eren, i’m fine,” you insist, but your voice wavers when you try to put weight on your leg.

“yeah, sure you are,” he shoots back, already scooping you up before you can argue. his arms slide beneath your knees and back, lifting you effortlessly.

“stop squirming, unless you wanna make this worse.”

you freeze, stunned at the way he carries you, like you weigh nothing at all. his face is set, focused, though you swear you can see a flicker of concern beneath the irritation.

“you don’t have to carry me.” you mumble, feeling heat creep up your neck.

he doesn’t look at you. “and what, let you drag yourself back to the house? don’t be stupid. now imma have to fix up the loft.”

the walk back to the house feels longer than usual, the silence stretching between you save for the crunch of his boots against the dirt. you steal glances at him—at the way his brow furrows in concentration, at the way his arms flex slightly beneath your weight. his grip is careful, like he’s afraid of jostling you too much.

“you’re really dramatic, you know.” you say quietly, trying to lighten the mood.

eren snorts, glancing down at you with a raised brow.

“me? you’re the one who decided to fall through the damn barn.”

“it wasn’t a choice.” you mutter, pouting slightly.

“whatever you say, princess.”

he carries you through the front door like it’s nothing, kicking it open with his boot before setting you down gently on the couch. the shift makes you wince, and he notices, crouching beside you immediately.

“last door on the left, under the sink.”

“stay put.” he says, voice low but firm, before disappearing into the bathroom.

you sigh, leaning your head back against the cushions as the adrenaline starts to wear off, leaving behind nothing but the dull ache in your leg and the embarrassment settling deep in your chest.

when eren comes back, he’s holding the first aid kit and a damp towel. he drops onto the floor in front of you, his knees brushing the edge of the couch as he sets everything down.

“this might sting.” he warns, wetting the towel before carefully pressing it to your shin.

you hiss through your teeth, nails curling into the couch cushion. “you could be a little gentler, you know.”

“i am being gentle.” he says, though his tone lacks its usual bite. he works quickly, cleaning the blood and dirt from the scrape before carefully dabbing it dry.

you watch him quietly as he unwraps a roll of gauze, his movements surprisingly careful, his expression softer than you’ve seen before.

“you didn’t have to do all this.” you say softly.

eren doesn’t look up, focused on securing the bandage.

“yeah, well. you’re not exactly good at taking care of yourself.”

“is that your way of saying you care?”

he pauses for half a second, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. the look he gives you is unreadable, but there’s something there. something warm.

“just… don’t do anything stupid like that again.” he mutters, his gaze dropping back to the bandage.

you bite back a smile, watching as he finishes and sits back on his heels. his hands linger on your leg for a moment, testing to make sure the gauze is secure before he finally stands.

“thanks.” you say quietly, your voice soft.

eren just shrugs, grabbing the first aid kit and standing to his full height. “don’t mention it.”

you try to mimic his movements, grabbing onto the arm of the couch for support until the pain shoots you right back down. eren wastes no time meeting you at eye level again, frowing a little.

“you need to stay put. stop being so damn hardheaded, yn.”

“finally you use my name.” his eyes burn deep holes into yours, brown chunks of hair framing his face.

“eh. i still like princess.”

he pauses, just for a second, as if he’s considering something. then he turns, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.

“both are real pretty though.” he mutters, but his voice is quieter now, softer. there’s an edge of something else there, something that’s hard to place.

you feel your heart pick up, and before you can even process the thought, before you can even think to stop him, he’s closing the space between you. his hand comes to rest gently on the side of your face, and then, with surprising tenderness, he leans in. the kiss is slow, hesitant at first. just a brush of lips against yours. but it deepens quickly, and for a moment, it feels like time itself is holding its breath. maybe you were holding your breath. his hand curls around the back of your neck, and you instinctively lean into him, eyes fluttering shut as the warmth of his lips presses against yours, soft and urgent.

the kiss is over almost as soon as it started, and when he pulls back, his face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath on your skin. his eyes are dark, a little unsure, but there’s something raw there too.

“eren?” you whisper, breathless, unsure of what to say, what to do with the sudden surge of emotions.

he doesn’t speak at first, just looks at you like he’s trying to figure you out. his fingers linger against your skin for a second too long before he pulls away, stepping back.

“um, guess i’ll get going then.” he says, voice low, almost like he’s unsure of himself for the first time.

he basically rushes out the front door, leaving you with a bloody gauze pad wrapped around your shin and a sense of confusion.

-

the farmer’s market buzzes softly with life. the air smells of ripe peaches and freshly baked bread, and the sunlight filters through the trees, dappled and golden. you weave through the crowd, your basket swinging lightly on your arm, filled with a small loaf of sourdough and a jar of honey. it’s your favorite part of the week, wandering between the stalls, picking out produce and listening to the steady murmur of the townsfolk.

you’ve got a small crumpled list tucked into your hand: oat milk, a jar of honey, maybe some fresh greens, and you’re weaving your way through the market when you spot him. eren. he’s standing with a man you can only assume is his father. the resemblance is impossible to miss: the sharpness of the jawline, the same dark hair, though his father’s is streaked with gray, and the way they both carry themselves. quiet and a little standoffish. they’re posted at a vegetable stand, crates of carrots, onions, and cucumbers spread out before them. eren’s arms are crossed as he listens to something his father says, his brow furrowed like he’s only half paying attention.

something about the way eren glances around, almost restless, makes you hesitate. you watch for a beat longer, tucked slightly behind another booth, debating whether to approach. but then eren looks up, and his gaze lands on you. for a second, he’s still, his face unreadable. then his eyes shift slightly, narrowing, and it almost feels like he’s warning you.

you step forward anyway, hobbling a little on your sore leg.

“eren.” you say, your voice soft but steady. his name feels strangely loud against the background chatter, and both he and his father turn to look at you.

eren’s face tightens slightly, but he doesn’t look away. his father, on the other hand, gives you a long, slow once-over, his sharp green eyes cutting into you with a coolness that makes your chest tighten.

“who’s this?” his father asks, his tone mild but clipped, like the words have edges.

“yn, sir.” you offer quickly, stepping closer and giving him a polite smile.

“i’ve been staying with my grandparents for the spring. i’ve seen eren around, so i thought i’d introduce myself. he helps around a lot.”

you hold out your hand, but his father doesn’t take it. instead, he leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the booth’s counter, his gaze steady and unwavering.

“introducing yr’self, huh?” he says, his voice light, almost amused, but there’s something underneath it, something just sharp enough to make your stomach flip.

“not many of the town folk bother to stop by our booth, let’lone introduce themselves. guess you must be curious.”

you pull your hand back awkwardly, your smile faltering as you glance at eren.

“i just thought it would be nice, sir. i apologize.” you reply, trying to keep your voice even.

“your vegetables do look great.”

his father lets out a soft huff of a laugh, barely more than an exhale.

“yeah, they do, don’t they? we put a lotta work into this land. more than most people around here would know.”

eren shifts beside him, his jaw tightening.

“dad.” he mutters under his breath, but his father doesn’t even glance at him.

“you stayin’ with the wrights?” his father asks, tilting his head slightly.

“figured. they’re good people, always minding their own business. shame not everyone in town does the same.”

you blink, the words settling in your chest like stones. there’s no malice in his tone, not directly, but the weight of them is unmistakable.

eren’s hand comes up to rub the back of his neck, his shoulders tense.

“she’s just trying to be nice.” he says, his voice low, almost resigned, like he knows it won’t make a difference.

his father finally straightens, dusting his hands off on his jeans.

“nice is fine-” he says, glancing at you again. “-but not everyone ‘round here is friendly as they seem. might be worth ‘membering.”

the air between you feels tight, uncomfortable, and you’re not entirely sure if his words are meant as advice or something closer to a warning. you force another smile, even though your face feels stiff, and take a small step back.

“well, it was nice meeting you.” you say, your voice a little quieter now.

“i’ll let you both get back to work.”

eren looks at you then, his lips pressing together like he wants to say something but can’t. his father, however, just gives you a small, curt nod.

“have a good day, darlin’.” he says, the words clipped and formal.

you turn quickly, your cheeks burning, and make your way back into the flow of the market. the cheerful voices and warm sunlight feel duller now, muted by the lingering tension.

it’s not until you’ve stopped by another stall, pretending to inspect a bunch of lavender, that you feel eren’s presence beside you. you glance up, and there he is, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his face pulled into a scowl.

“sorry about him.” he mutters, his voice low. “he’s… he’s just like that.”

you shrug, trying to act like it didn’t bother you, though the knot in your stomach hasn’t quite eased.

“it’s fine.” you say softly, but the look he gives you says he doesn’t believe you.

for a moment, neither of you speaks. the market swirls around you, full of life and sound, but between you, there’s only a quiet tension. finally, eren sighs, tilting his head toward the edge of the market.

“come on,” he says. “let’s get out of here.”

-

you’ve learned to move quietly, to slip through the back door of the house when no one’s looking, to meet him at the edge of the woods by the lake when the sun has set and the stars are just beginning to prick the sky. everything feels like it’s wrapped in silence, soft and secretive. even the air between you seems charged with something unspoken, something thrilling. for two weeks.

he was addictive.

soft whispers under your large quilts as his lips traced kisses from your neck to lips. engulfing you in a warm embrace. wind blowing through the windows he snuck into.

he loved seeing you drive past him casually in your truck while picking up groceries for your grandmother. watching your hair whip in the wind and the low hum of the trucks engine passing by.

when you and him sat in his living room, playing with the golden lab he named ‘scout’ when he was four. your fingers comb through his mane, tilting your face upwards to avoid from being licked by the drooling animal.

whenever your grandparents gave him yet another daunting task around the farm, he’d watch as your sprawled out in a bikini. sipping the sweet tea, beach hat shading your face. watching as the droplets of water dripped down your chest. he’d hate to admit how many times he’s almost nailed his hands to the barn.

“you okay over there?” your arm, half up in a wave, drawling his attention from your new position. you lay on your chest, slowly pulling at the strings holding your top up. letting them dangle off the side of the chair, you slide the waistline of your bottoms down a little.

“eren! why don’t you come have some lemonade with me?”

you were driving him nuts.

he loved how lively you would get after spending the afternoons in a tiny, quaint bar located on the outskirts of town.

the drives back usually consisting of you halfway out the passenger window, eyes gazing up at the sky as you took advantage of the open landscape. eren would watch you intensely, eyes bouncing from the road back to you.

pulling into erens dirty path driveway, he pulls your body across the long front seat, carefully tucking his arms under your knees and around your back.

“im not drunkk!” you whine, face buried into the crook of the man’s neck while he places you down softly on the dark leather couch. closing his front door, his hand runs through his brown locs with an exasperated sigh.

“you need to sober up so i can take you home, yn. i ain’t trynna deal with a angry mob of old church people.” his height blinds out everything in your path as he stands over you. his large hands cup your face gently.

“boy im grown, come here.” you whisper, pulling him down by the forearm, eyes never leaving his. green eye flicker from your eyes to your glossed lips. your essence was like a gravitational pull.

lips locked onto one another, you can’t help but to notice he much softer his lips have gotten.

“you been exfoliating?”

“i’on know what that is, shut up and kiss me.”

it was hungry. borderline filthy the way his hands rubbed you down slowly. caressing the dips of your waist, cold jewelry slides across your stomach, hitching your breath. the tank top you wore stood no chance. brown nipples poking through the sheer cotton fabric.

hes smiling. feeling his hands roam you so freely. he couldn’t help but to take his thumbs and pointer fingers, slipping them into his mouth and out with a quick pop! going back under your shirt, he takes your perky buds in between his fingers, rolling them slowly as the rest of his hands cup your breast.

“oh! eren- oh my god.”

his lips pepper kisses all over your exposed skin, nipping at spots before kissing over the pain. hands roam down to your thighs, giving them tight grips before sliding down the couch.

eyes latched onto each other, you can’t help but to whine.

“please eren.”

this was the first time in years you’ve felt this strong of an attraction towards someone else. crazy for it to be eren of all people.

“please, what?” he’s slowly tugging at the drawstrings of the shorts you wore. eyes locked on you with a burning passion. sitting up against the arm of the couch, your shorts make it to the other side of the room.

your jaw is wide , eren hissing when you tug at his long brown locks. the moment he’s sliding his middle fingers into your burning core, stretching you open as his thumb slowly teases your clit. his body proceeding lower, all you can feel is slight gust of air hitting your cunt. his lips wrap gently around the swollen bud, sucking agonizingly slow, saliva and slick stick to the man’s face. he hums into your taste, wrapping his arms around the base of your thighs. he laid fully out on the couch.

instantly, you’re falling apart. moans breaking out in short whimpers and high gasps, grinding into his palm and nose. feeling his tongue slip inside your clenching hole, only to add two of his slender fingers.

his fingers scissor up into your throbbing cunt, hitting your sweet spot.

“babyy” you whimper, barely able to get anything out with the man’s face devouring you below. eyes closed in euphoria and concentration. hands interlocked into his head full of hair, your moans grow louder.

“doin’ such a good fuckin’ job, princess.”

feeling how he used his thumbs to spread open your pussy, using his tongue to penetrate your clenching hole. his tongue dips into you, coating his tongue in your cum, before coming back out and circling your swollen bud. the repetitive sensation sends you into a fit of louder moans, enticing the man to keep going.

“oh! ba- fu,fuck eren! im fucking c-“ the pressure builds, coiling tighter in your abdomen until you can't hold back anymore. not even when you’re cumming all over the man’s face, does he stop. he wants more now. he needs more.

from the first day he saw you out by the water, he knew he wanted you for himself. he watched the way you interacted with the townsfolk and farm animals. how sexy you were effortlessly. walking around your grandparents farm with nothing but a bikini on and practically see through shorts.

he hated to see other men in town look at you. the way the old, decrepit men would sit in the farmers markets and watch you browse around. whispering to each other while you naively chose your fruits and vegetables.

he didn’t want to share you with anyone.

his body jolts to a standing position, with ease he’s dipping down to pick you up off the couch. a large wet spot decorated the leather where you lie. he’s carrying you over his shoulder down the narrow hallway of the house.

“where we goin’?” you ask, eyes low and hazy.

you make it to the well decorated room. posters and band prints scattered on the wall , a radio sat in the corner, humming random songs from the station eren left it on. his bed was royal blue and well kept.

that was until you were being pounded into the bed.

you nails grip for anything they can reach. digging straight into the bed set, while his throbbing cock dips in and out of you. he has your right leg thrown over his shoulder, hands pinned to your waist as he draws out. face twisting in pleasure. his dick coated in the slippery substance, a faint white line forming the base of his cock as he moves in and out of you repeatedly .

“makin’ such a mess on me. pretty fuckin girl.”

he waste no time, throwing your other leg over his shoulder, locking you in as he quickens his pace. shallow breaths escape his mouth, eyes locked in concentration. you’re stuck with your mouth in an -o- shape as the man pounds you relentlessly. with a swift pull out, he taps against your side.

“on your knees, princess.”

on all fours, he wastes no time reinserting himself, bottoming out while his nails dig into the supple skin on your waist. the sound of skin slapping together and the wet squelches of your abused cunt bounce off the walls, filling your ears.

“i’ve wanted you for so long, you’re so good to me- fuck!”

the more your honey coated words fall from your lips, the more the man wants to ruin you. he wants to see you beg for him. he needed to have it.

pulling your arms from under you, he pins them to your back, locking you in an unforgiving arch. he feeds you slow, agonizing pleasing, strokes. loved watching the way your pussy desperately gripped around him as he pulled out.

trying your hardest to escape the abuse of your cervix, you try to pull away, only to receive a fire fueled spank on your ass.

“take this dick, baby. you had all that mouth ‘member? you can do it, i know ya can.”

his pace quickens, yearning for your release. the only thing you can form is small gasps of air as the man shows no mercy on your smaller frame.

“eren! oh shit- im cumming again ple-“

he releases your hands, using his free hand to rub at your clit as he continued fucking into you.

your body goes limp, clear liquid spewing out onto the man’s blankets. he flips you back over, eyes dark and full of hunger still.

“gimme just one more? please, honey. she just so good.”

folded into a middle split off the bed wasn’t something you ever thought you could do. yet here you were, on your back, eren standing in front of you, holding your legs apart.

his hips roll into yours, digging at your inside slowly. head tilted to the side, eyebrows furrowed and eyes low. your hands hold onto his muscular forearm, trying to keep grounded as the man was wearing you out.

with a few more thrust, he pulls out. long white ropes decorate his chest.

“you’re something special, yn.”

-

after your grandparents had gone into town for their usual errands, you find yourself at the edge of the lake, hidden in the soft embrace of the willow trees. the faint glow of fireflies flickers in the warm spring air, and the world feels still, like it’s holding its breath for what’s to come. eren’s there before you, waiting, leaning against a tree with a smile that always makes your stomach flip.

“thought you’d never show up,” he teases, his voice low and smooth, like it’s a secret only meant for you. his eyes flicker over you, and the corner of his mouth pulls into a crooked grin.

“you just like being dramatic,” you reply, though you can feel the flutter in your chest as you walk closer, the pull between you too strong to ignore.

he steps forward, closing the space between you, and before you can say anything else, his lips are on yours. quick, soft, the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless. it’s always like this, quick, a rush of feeling that neither of you can seem to contain. he pulls away just as quickly, his forehead resting against yours, breath mingling with yours in the cool night air.

“you’re insane.” you whisper, though you can’t hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

he grins, taking your hand and guiding you down the worn path toward the lake. the grass brushes against your bare legs, soft and cool under the fading light. the blanket he’s spread out by the water is a patchwork of colors. faded reds and yellows that look almost too bright against the darkening sky.

you settle down beside him, the scent of wildflowers heavy in the air. the lake reflects the dimming stars, the quiet ripples in the water mirroring the racing of your heart.

“y’know. ive been havin’ a lot of fun with you.” he playfully nudges your body, rocking you to the side.

“i know. imma miss you, country boy.” the fake southern accent rolled off your tongue sarcastically. although the tone was funny, something about erens aura shifted.

“what’s up? why’ve you gone all quiet?” you ask, eyes fixated on the male. the moonlight illuminated his face, exposing every freckle, unshaven parts of his face, and his eyes locked onto yours.

“i jus’ really don’t wanna let you go, princess.”

“don’t go all sappy on me now. i’ll visit when i can, you know that right?” he just nods, taking a drink of the beer he had before your arrival. the air was thick and warm, your knees pressed together, watching the water reflect the bedazzled night sky as eren just shuffles in his spot.

“yn, promise ya wont forget me?”

“eren-“ you try to stop the conversation before it happens. instead ending up in a tight hug from the man. his arms latch around your waist, head resting over your shoulder.

“im serious, yn. i ain’t ever felt this way for nobody.” pulling away, all you can see is his bright green eyes burning into yours.

“how could i ever?”

you lean in, your free hand brushing against his jaw as you kiss him. it’s slow, deliberate, and familiar, yet it feels new in the way it sends warmth flooding through you.

his hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, his touch firm but gentle as he deepens the kiss, like he’s trying to hold onto the moment for as long as he can. the world around you fades. the quiet lap of the water against the shore, the soft hum of the crickets. until there’s nothing but him.

when you finally pull back, your foreheads rest together, your breaths mingling in the cool night air. eren’s thumb brushes over the curve of your jaw, and his lips curl into a small, almost sheepish smile.

“you ever thought about visiting the city?”

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[waterfae]

A Good Pillow [Part 8]

Summary: A glimpse of your budding friendship with Ominis and your growing feelings after the events in the Scriptorium.

Pairings: Ominis Gaunt x Reader, Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mild language, angst, comfort, fluff, friends-to-lovers, unhinged Slytherins, complicated relationships, house-neutral fem!reader, no use of Y/N, no beta

Word Count: 2.4+ K

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

|| General Masterlist || Hogwarts Legacy Masterlist ||

You found it almost laughable. When you were trying to avoid Sebastian it seemed as though he was behind every corner, in every empty seat beside yours; always somehow, someway within the vicinity. Now that you were actively seeking him out, he was nowhere to be found. He’d often miss class, skip out on cross-wands meetings, and you hadn’t been able to catch him down in the Undercroft. Ominis had not spoken to Sebastian since the pair of you found the relic in the Feldcroft catacombs, so knowledge of his old friend was as useful as yours. Asking your other schoolmates also proved futile as they too had very little information on his whereabouts, including his housemates.

There was a part of you that found relief in this – the cowardly part that wanted to, if possible, avoid any kind of confrontation with him – while the other part made you extremely apprehensive. For there were only two things you could think of that would cause the sudden disappearance of the Sallow boy: the first, you thought, was that he had found out about you and Ominis and was fuming. The second was that he was obsessing over that wretched relic. Neither option was desirable, but if you absolutely had to choose, the latter worried you the most.

That thought was what prompted you to send an owl to Anne, requesting her assistance to get her brother to see you and finally talk about all the things you had been delaying; hoping he would understand and ultimately put a stop to the dark path he was headed. Because, truth be told, you missed your old friend and how things were between the two of you earlier in the school year.

And so there you were in the dead of night, pacing in the woods just outside of Feldcroft where Anne instructed you to meet Sebastian. The frigid air nipped at exposed skin and it compelled you to wrap your cloak tighter around your body; you wondered how much longer he was going to be. Just as you had the thought, you heard the crunching of snow from behind you. You turned towards the sound and found Sebastian’s familiar figure approaching closer.

“Sebastian.” You called out softly as he neared you.

He stammered yours, confusion apparent in his voice, “Is Anne with you? She’s the one that told me to come out here.”

You shook your head, “It’s just me.”

“Oh.” He paused, “I thought perhaps –”

“I asked for her help.” You explained, interrupting him, “I’ve been wanting to speak with you, but you haven’t really been around and you weren’t answering my owls.”

“Ah, I see.” There was a moment of silence as his gaze locked with yours – just for a second – before quickly looking away, “I’ve been...preoccupied.”

“With?”

“You might not like the answer.”

You wrung your hands nervously, knowing the answer without him having to say it out loud. ‘Definitely the latter.’ You thought. ‘That stupid relic.’ You wanted to say more about it, but there was something you wanted to get out of the way first; you just weren’t sure where or how to start. Time ticked on by as you contemplated, but Sebastian was the one to first break the quiet.

“So what did you want to talk about?”

You drew in a breath, “A few things actually.” You brought a thumb to your lips and bit it a couple times, “First one would be about our last encounter. In the Undercroft?” You watched Sebastian stiffen, but he said nothing, so you continued, “Sebastian, you know how very dear you are to me, but that...whatever that was...I’m sorry, but I cannot reciprocate.” You had rushed the last part so quickly, you weren’t sure how comprehensible it had actually been.

Sebastian smiled weakly, defeated, “I kind of figured.” You blinked. You weren’t sure what kind of response you were going to get, but you didn’t think it was going to be that; it seemed a bit tame. He continued on, “You do this thing when I’ve done something to make you uncomfortable, you tend to avoid me.” You blushed at his observation, “And I made you uncomfortable, didn’t I?” You nodded. He nodded as well.

“I’m sorry-” You began to say, but he held a hand up to stop you.

“Don’t. There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

“I think there is…”

“Just don’t say it’s because of Prewett. Please.” He joked half-heartedly as he took hold of your hands in a pleading manner; he was obviously trying to hide the hurt, which in return hurt you as well, but as Imelda had told you on the Quidditch pitch: just be honest. It would be for the best.

“Prewett? Leander Prewett?” You scrunched up your nose in disgust, “Oh Merlin, of course not! Actually, it’s – ” You stopped, reconsidering what you were about to say, but once again Imelda’s voice came through: just be honest, “It’s Ominis.”

He dropped your hands then – as soon as Ominis’s name left your lips – and his expression went blank, “Now that you’ve said it out loud, I think I might have preferred Prewett.” He didn’t say it any particular way, in fact, his voice had been very much leveled, but it made you flinch all the same, “Of all the people at Hogwarts, you pick my oldest friend.”

You stared down at your feet and said nothing, it’s not like you meant for it to happen.

“I suppose it makes sense though. I don’t know why I hadn’t caught on earlier. He was always asking about you, always listened to what you had to say, and you were able to get him to do things I couldn’t, even though I was his best friend.” His eyes suddenly lit up with insight and took hold of your shoulders, shaking you in order to get you to look up at him, “Wait a moment! Is that why he let us leave the catacombs with the relic?”

You abruptly switched your gaze towards him with brows furrowed, not quite understanding where his conclusion was headed, “What?”

“You said, at that time, that you made a deal with Ominis and that’s why he let us go.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Did he coerce you? Use your feelings to his advantage?”

Your jaw dropped. There it was, you thought. You knew his initial reaction to your revelation had been too tame for one Sebastian Sallow and it was only a matter of time before something unhinged would come seeping through.

“Have you gone mad?!” You wriggled free from his grasp, “How could you say something so wretched? Ominis is not like that at all and you know it.” You stared at him in disbelief, “I’m sorry, Sebastian. I’m sorry for not being more forthcoming and telling you sooner about Ominis and I, but I won’t be sorry for my feelings. I cannot apologize for that. And you cannot fault Ominis for his either. So don’t you go making up these wild claims. There was no coercion nor any taking advantage of the other. We’ve done nothing wrong.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong? Nothing wrong?!” His anger was rising and you could hear it in the way his breath grew heavy, “I can forgive you for choosing a Gaunt over me. In fact, I quite understand it. But I cannot forgive you for conspiring against me. Not when my sister’s life is on the line.”

“Conspiring against you?” Your mind reeled at the accusation. “We’ve done no such thing!”

Sebastian continued on as if he hadn’t heard you, “Ominis has been against all of this since the beginning, but at least I had you. But now – now you won’t even help me. You saw Isidora’s memory. You saw what she could do and yet you stand there doing nothing; waiting for your so-called Keepers. How much longer are they going to keep us all waiting? These keepers are keeping secrets from even you. They’re wasting your time. And mine. All of you are.”

You stood before him, completely aghast and with no words to say, still trying to process everything that was unfolding.

“You don’t care about Anne at all.” He breathed, “And you don’t care about me. If you did, you’d prioritize things a little differently.” He paused before spitting out, “You only care about yourself.”

“Sebastian.” Your voice was low and hoarse, but at least you finally found it, “Do not make the mistake of uttering another word.”

He ignored your warning, “You talk about saving everyone from Ranrok, but what have you really done? No really, what? Where is he? Why has he not yet been stopped? All that power – the things you could do and all the people you could save – and you’re not even willing to use it. To be rid of that goblin or to save Anne. That power is wasted on you.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about!” You finally screamed, body shaking and tears flowing from your eyes, “Do not assume what I’m willing to do because I have used it. I’ve used it plenty and the weight of it – the weight of the responsibility of having it – it is exhausting. I am trying the best I can. For you. For Anne. For the Keepers. Everybody. So please, do not say I don’t care. Please. Not you. Not after everything.”

“Well then, maybe your best just isn’t good enough.”

Your heart broke at his words. Lately, it was all he had been doing and every time a piece of it chipped off, it made it more difficult to choose to stay by his side, “You ask for so much, Sebastian. Sometimes too much.” You gripped at your chest, the pain too much to bear, “I don’t know why you’re saying these things to me now; it’s not like you at all. I want nothing more than to help you, as you have helped me, but if you keep going down the path you’re going, I don’t think I can follow you anymore. It’s dark and it’s twisted. Do you really think this is what Anne wants?”

Sebastian turned his back to you, not wanting to hear anymore, “Then don’t follow, if it’s too much for you. I’ve got the relic and the spellbook; I can figure it all out myself.” He began to walk away, “I don’t need you or Ominis or your silly little Keepers. But Anne needs me and I can save her on my own.”

“Sebastian, wait!” You called out to his retreating figure, but it fell on deaf ears.

Alone now, you collapsed to your knees sobbing. Sebastian was lost to you and you had no idea if there was ever going to be any way to bring him back.

Ominis found you weeping, as you trekked up the path back towards Hogwarts and entered through the gate. He was out of breath, face flushed and drenched with sweat, as if he had been running around all over the grounds. He revealed to you that he had, searching for you once he realized you had gone to meet Sebastian.

“Imelda said if you weren’t with me, then you might have gone to see Sebastian.” He explained, “She said you had been looking for him for days wanting to speak with him.”

You nodded, not saying a word.

“You spoke with him then?” He asked cautiously.

You nodded again and with your voice trembling, whispered a “yes.” There was no need to say much more. Ominis could tell already by the distraught tone of your voice that the conversation had not gone well at all. With a sigh, he opened up his arms to you and without needing to be told, you ran into them, burying your face into his chest and quickly told him everything that had transpired. It was there that you also told him of your secrets, your powers and why you and Sebastian were working so closely together; why Sebastian had been so adamant with your aid, why he had thought your powers had been the key to helping Anne, and why the two of you began to drift apart. Now, after everything, he had gone back to delving more into dark magic.

“It’s my fault.” You whispered as you clutched onto his cloak, “If I had never asked for his help – if I never allowed him into my mess – perhaps none of this would have happened.”

Ominis let out a soft chuckle, “You don’t give that troublemaker enough credit.” He began to stroke your hair, “Sebastian is my oldest friend and I know him well enough to know that he would have found himself in some kind of mess with or without your help.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Darling.” He shifted his stance to get a better sense of you and placed his hands on your cheeks, “Even before you two met, he was already obsessively researching ways to help Anne and getting into all kinds of trouble. Nothing would have stopped that – as much as I, myself, tried. You asking for his help or not asking for his help wouldn't have changed anything.” He wiped your tears away with his thumb, “Don’t blame yourself. He made his choices.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his palms. He in turn leaned his forehead against yours and the two of you stood there in the middle of the courtyard for a few more moments as he continued to comfort you.

“Let me to walk you to your dormitory.” He finally said when he felt your trembling stop, “You’ve had quite the evening. We can talk about the other things later.” You allowed him to take your hand and followed his lead towards the castle entrance.

You lost track of the days that passed, every one of them blending together as activity suddenly picked up. There was no time for you to properly mourn your lost friendship with Sebastian. Nor did you have the luxury to enjoy your newfound relationship with Ominis. It was just as you had feared: abysmal timing. However, you were grateful – and also very lucky – that Ominis was so understanding to the situation, although it didn’t stop him from fretting over you, especially now that he knew more intimately the dangers of your mission. You didn’t mind it though. It felt good to be cared for and as he had promised in the beginning, he never pushed, never asked for much. He was simply there at your side, supporting you. How you wished you could do more for him – give more – but with Ranrok keen on making his next move and the final Keeper trial just around the corner, such things would have to wait.

a/n: If you were on AO3 when I first posted this chapter, then you know it has a bit of sentimental value. Thank you for your continued readership.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated and my askbox is always open. ♡

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[mubabee]

Shows/Games I’ll draw if Anyone Wants to Request

If you request, I’d prefer for y/n to be included as that will mainly be what this account is for. Male!reader is allowed but you must specify. Female is usually the default.

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MASTERLIST

[YANDERE IS ALLOWED]

Demon Slayer

Zenless Zone Zero

My Hero Academia

Dislyte

Path to Nowhere

Jujutsu Kaisen

Wuthering Waves

Heart Cage

Avatar The Last Airbender

The kid at the Back

TOUCHSTARVED(Red Spring Studio)

Spiderverse(only atsv characters)

Honkai Star Rail

Meiji Tokyo Renka

Genshin Impact

Tears of Themis

Undertale(and any other verse)

Kill la Kill

Scissor Seven

Overwatch

Death Note

Hazbin Hotel

Dragon Ball Z(only platonic)

Helluva Boss

Mr Love Queen’s choice

The Promised Neverland

One Punch Man

Yona of the Dawn

Danganronpa(Only 2 and 3)

PASWG

Teen Titans

Sonic X

Buddy Daddies

14 Days With you

Lego Monkie Kid

Cookie run kingdom

Dragon Raja

Forgotten Anne

#Me(the mobile game)

Kakegurui

MLP(Humanized)

TMNT(2012 and 2018)

Welcome Home(only original and opposite au)

My yandere OCS(press the tag ‘my ocs’ to check them out)

If you ask for something romantic with a female character, I will most likely genderbend them. (Platonic is fine) If the request is vague and I don’t know the character much, I will ask you to specify what you want me to draw.

[rosemaze-reveries]

love libram catching their s/o mumble ilys in their sleep 😎 please n thank you pwim

NAWT THIS AGAIN BOOMFIE. . .. . *flatlines* gekka's profile told us nothing so im just projecting my delusions onto her T__T

Mumbling “I love you” in your sleep

🪼🐍🛼☢️💉🌂

Hamel prefers to sleep with a modest distance between you, but your soft mumbling prompts her closer. She watches you quietly for a few moments, a gentle smile taking up her features. Then she moves to hover over you. “It seems I’ve enchanted your dreams... I hope I’m not imposing.” Her thumb caresses your bottom lip, before her hand trails down to your heart. “Though you’ve captured me just the same.”

The subtle vibrations from your voice cause Serpent to stir. While half-asleep, she’s still able to gather a semblance of what you’re saying. Sighing out your name, she drawls, “...No... you’re my love...” As more of her thoughts come into focus, she burrows herself further into your neck. “Tell me those things again.. when you wake up...” It’s so so reassuring to hear you unconsciously confess.

She observes you for a long time after you fall asleep, thinking that you must have a death wish for being so careless around her. After so much silence, your sudden mumbles spook her into vigilance. But she struggles to stifle a laugh once she realizes what you’re saying. “Sweet talking me into sparing you? You’re lucky that was funny. Hey, wake up and say that again.” In spite of herself, your words leave her a little electrified.

“.......” Your sleep talk is none of her business. She pretends she doesn’t hear anything. It feels like she’s intruding despite being the one you’re mumbling about—even if you’re sharing a bed. But she gets increasingly flustered the more this goes on. Too shy to wake you, she ends up rolling over to face the wall and bury her face in a pillow.

Anne immediately breaks into her signature warm smile and replies with a beaming “I love you too! ♡” Taking your words as an invitation, she scoots closer to rub a soothing hand over your shoulder, and guides your own arm to drape over her waist. Then a realization dawns on her: “Oh...! Are you still sleeping...?” Without saying anything more, she re-tucks you into your blankets and dozes off beside you 💤

Sumire’s work keeps her out very very late. She rarely gets to spend time with you each night, as much as she misses you. So coming home to hear you mumble about how much you love her? How cruel to say those things to a dream when she is standing right there. Something flickers in her heart, and she hesitates for a moment.

“...Forgive me for being selfish just this once...” she murmurs. She’s never intentionally woken you before, but finds herself crawling on top of you. “Just for tonight...”

It’s definitely a most welcome way to wake up.

[purpleberiii]

Whenever I see an adult sinner as a child I get cuteness aggression, like why???? Why do they gave to make the so cute, I just want to pinch Zoya's cheeks.

Ahem, ahem, so I present to you sinners turning into children. Like if I was the chief I'd be dotting on them 24/7 and they with their truma need it.

LMAO THE BIG SCARY SINNERS AS BABIES 😭

Zoya would be the feisty aggressive baby. She'd kick up in your arms, her cheeks flaring from anger as you kept holding her and not wanting to let go.

Bai Yi, Cabernet and Chelsea are the smug babies. They take pride knowing that your attention is all on them and whenever your attentions drifts somewhere else, they would stand in your lap and huff and pout until they have your attention back.

Shalom,Hamel, Eirene, Langley, Anne and Garofano are the calm and quiet babies. They'd peacefully sit on your lap while watching you work. And sometimes with the sound of your pen against the paper, they'd fall asleep. They're not the type of baby to make a mess or fuss over any little thing and you'd be so glad that it's the case.

Rahu and Cinnabar are the babies that would try to help you out; keyword 'try'. Even with their short and stubby legs, they'd run around the office, fetching this paper and that paper and at the end, they'd expect the kisses and cuddles as their reward.

[sallowsunshine]

Hi dear! can I request Sebastian sallow x Reader where they have a big fight because of his obsession and then Reader leaves and has to fight Ranrok when suddenly all teachers leave to help Reader Sebastian becomes worried and apperates to her but Professor Hecat grabs a hold of him and all he can do is watch how she’s fighting for her live c:

Last Goodbye (Sebastian x reader)

“Sebastian, you aren’t listening to me.” 

You and Sebastian are in the Undercroft. You had returned from meeting with the Seekers, and they finally told you why Isadora’s use of ancient magic was dangerous.

“If you really cared about Anne, you would do this!” Sebastian yells, his face red with anger.

“I can’t- I will not use my magic to take away pain. Pain isn’t ours to take away. Your sister would agree with me.”

“You are being extremely selfish. I cannot believe you would keep your power to yourself like this.”

“I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this magic. I don’t know how to do what you ask of me. I could hurt her, or put her in worse misery.”

“I thought you were my friend, I thought I could trust you.” Sebastian backs away from you. “I started to doubt your intentions the moment you told me you were trusting a Goblin.”

“Sebastian, what’s happening around us, what Ranrok is doing, is much bigger than us. Much bigger than Anne. I have been doing what I can to help you, but I’ve also had to do what Professor Fig has asked of me. Of what the Keepers have asked of me. Of what every other Professor has asked of me. It’s too much. I can’t do it all anymore.” The tears are free, one now sliding down your left cheek. “You cannot ask this of me. I am done helping you. I am done watching you tear yourself apart. I can tell you this now, the dark arts- this path you’ve set yourself on- will lead you nowhere.”

Sebastian is silent for a moment. “If that’s how you feel, well then- we have no more use for one another, then.” 

You lower your head, bringing up the sleeve of your robe to wipe away tears.

“You may go, now.” Sebastian dismisses you. He’s stone cold, no emotions or thoughts on his face. 

“Sebastian-”

“Go, now,” His gaze never meets yours.

You exhale deeply before backing away and exiting the Undercroft. “Goodbye, Sebastian.” You whisper, no one around to hear your farewell.

You take your time walking to the Map Chamber, Professor Fig’s most recent letter in your hand. The Keepers were ready to tell you where the last repository was, and you were originally meeting with Sebastian to tell him. You didn’t know what lay ahead, and wanted to say goodbye, in case the worst happened. You knew the cost of keeping Hogwarts and the wizarding world safe might be your life, and it was a price you were willing to pay. You got your goodbye, but not at all the way you wanted it. 

-

Sebastian is sat in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Hecat teaching about Boggarts. He hasn’t seen you since the argument in the Undercroft, and you’re not in class now. Hecat seemed to know where you were, as she didn’t ask about you like she normally did when a student was absent. 

Professor Weasley bursts in the classroom. “It’s time. They need us!” is all she says before she apparates. 

Hecat turns to the class. “Class dismissed for the day. I must leave.” The last word is barely out of her mouth before she’s gone too. 

The rest of the class gasps, not sure how to react.  Sebastian knows instantly what’s happened. “She’s done it. She’s found the last repository.” he says to himself. He’s sure Professor Fig and apparently now the other Professors have got your back, but he can’t help but think about his last words to you. His heart hurts realizing if anything happens to you, his last words to you were cold and cruel. 

Ominis is sitting next to Sebastian. “Sebastian, what’s happening?” He grabs Sebastian’s robes. 

“I’ve got to go, Ominis. I’ve got to go help her.” he darts out of the classroom, trying to remember where you mentioned the Map Chamber was. 

-

Sebastian hears the battle before he sees it. He isn’t expecting a large black dragon surrounded with swirls of burning red magic. His breathe catched in his throat when he sees you, wand in the air, your ancient magic shooting out at the dragon. 

Magic shoots out like fire from the dragons mouth, and from Sebastian’s angle it looks like you’ve been engulfed by the flames.

“NO!” Sebastian shouts, about to run forward to help, but a strong arm reaches around and grabs him, pulling him to their chest.

It’s Professor Sharp gripping him tightly. “Boy, this isn’t your fight.” he growls.

“But she needs help-!” Sebastian struggles in his grip. “Please! Why aren’t you helping? Let me help her!” he begs, desperation in his voice.  

“Mr. Sallow, you shouldn’t be here!” Professor Hecat is there, too. 

“Help her!” Sebastian continues to struggle.

“We can’t interfere. Our magic is useless.” Hecat answers. “It’s far too dangerous for a student to be here, I’ll escort you back-”

“No! I won’t leave.” Sebastian has stopped struggling.

“Very well, but you must stay here.” Hecat says.

Sebastian looks on to the raging battle, his heart hammering in his chest. 

-

One final blast from your wand and the dragon explodes, the dark magic spiraling into the air around you. Sebastian can’t really make out what else is happening, except that the structures around you are crumbling. The professors have gathered around with Sebastian to watch, and they lift their wands to keep the structures from collapsing. 

“She needs to contain all that magic.” Hecat says to no one in particular. 

Sebastian looks on as your wand lifts to the air, a bright red beam shooting out of it. The dark red magic swirls and circles towards that beam, growing into a massive ball of light.

“What is that?” Sebastian asks.

“It’s pain and suffering. That ancient magic that Ranrok was after is pain. Long ago, a Professor named Isadora could do what your friend over there can do. She removed everyone’s pain and created this mass repository.” Professor Weasley chimes in.

Sebastian sees you crumble to the ground, but miraculously your wand is still in the air.

Sharp is distracted and it gives Sebastian the perfect moment to break away to run down towards you.

-

The effort of sealing the magic grows to be too much for you. It knocks you down to your knees, and you’re groaning with pain. All the pain and suffering that created this is working its way inside your brain. You feel the weight of every one of Isadora’s student’s pain, and it brings you to tears. 

“I can’t do it. I can’t do this.” you cry out.

You are stronger than you know, Professor Fig’s words echo inside your head. 

A strong arm wraps itself around you, pulling you back up to your feet. 

“I’ve got you” a familiar voice whispers in your ear.

Sebastian?

“Come on, you can do this.” It is Sebastian. You push on, using every last bit of energy in your bones.

The magic seals up into a cocoon, just in time before you collapse again, but this time, Sebastian is holding you steady. 

He falls with you softly to the ground, but his grip on you never falters. 

“Come on you two, let’s go before this whole place caves in.” Professor Weasley disapparates away with them.

They end up in the Hospital Wing, Sebastian doubled over, not used to the sensation of apparating yet. The nurse has already grabbed you away from him. You’ve passed out, unresponsive to anyone’s instruction.

They ask Sebastian to leave, but he doesn’t. He can’t. He won’t leave until he knows if you’re okay or not. There’s a lot he doesn’t understand, but he knows he needs to make it up to you.

(A/N: i know the whole last battle scene is set up to where this isnt plausible, and i know there's some inconsistencies like you cant apparate into Hogwarts, but i shifted around things to make it work ;D)

[m-jelly]

I don’t know if you’ve seen the TikTok or not, but it’s basically a women sitting on her couch recording her husband walking into the house and when he does she starts laughing because behind the door is like a baby cow looking at him and he is like in shock but smiles and pets it. So imagine Levi x Reader living in a farm and she’s always bringing animals home either for foster care or to actually own so one day as Levi comes home from doing something in town or in the city. He walks into you laughing your absolute ass off like tears in your eyes looking at something and when he turns to see what it is, it’s a whole baby cow just staring into his soul. (They do have a farm to put it on btw I think it’s sad when people don’t have the right conditions for any animals)

Baby cow

Pairing: Ranch owner!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, cute, married, ranch/farming life.

Concept: You and Levi own a ranch which looks after rescued animals, as well as welcomes children and families to spend time with the animals. You both specialise in raising horses for kids to ride, which means Levi is often dressed like a cowboy. Levi comes home to the ranch after settling a few business things in the city. When he comes home he sees a baby cow in his living room and you dress it up.

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Levi drove his truck down the dirt path as exhaustion clung to him. He just wanted to get home to you and be wrapped up in your loving arms. He wanted to rest and not think for a while. He had to hand over a lot of paperwork and approve a few things for the ranch. Everything was all perfectly set up and he'd never have to go to the city again.

Now, it was just you, him and the animals. Maybe kids in the future.

He pulled up into his parking spot and smiled at the lovely wooden home you shared. He felt his heart flutter as he gazed at it and admired your loving touch on it to make it appear cosy. It looked so peaceful nestled in a large field with views of the mountains and lake.

He slipped out of his truck and entered his home. He smiled softly at the wonderful smell of baked goods and home-cooked meals. He knew you'd probably been busy cooking and baking while he was gone for three days.

Levi stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted you putting a bow onto a baby cow's head. "What in the world is going on?"

You gasped and looked up at Levi. "Levi! You're home!" You squealed and ran over to him. "I missed you so much!"

Levi caught you when you jumped into his arms. He chuckled and stumbled back. He squeezed you tightly as he let out a deep moan. "Mm, darling I have missed you."

You showered Levi's face in kisses. "Welcome home, my love."

"I'm glad to be home." He put you on your feet. "But answer me one thing, okay?"

You giggled. "You can ask me anything."

He kissed you and then looked over at the baby cow. "Why is there a baby cow in our living room?"

You blushed a little and stepped back from your husband. "Well, she has nowhere to go and her momma died. So, I thought we could take care of her." You pouted a little as you played with your dress. "It's okay, right?"

He let out a long sigh and looked over at the cow. "You named her already, didn't you?"

You looked away from him as you blushed more. "Peaches."

Levi walked over to the cow and petted it. "Hello, Peaches, welcome to your new home."

"Yay!"

He chuckled and ushered her along. "I'll get her to a nice little home."

You hurried after Levi. "I'll come too!"

Levi led the cow to the stables and hummed in thought. "I know just the momma cow to look after this little one." He walked into the pen and moved the cow along to the big mother cow. "Hello momma who lost a lot of babies, I have a sweet baby for you to raise."

You welled up when you watched Levi introduce the cows and the two connecting with each other. You felt touched that the two had what they were searching for. You clapped your hands and grinned at Levi when he came back over to you.

Levi leaned down and kissed you. "Howdy there ma'am. You here by your lonesome?"

You giggled at Levi being playful with you. "I sure am. I'm wondering if a handsome cowboy might keep me company."

Levi lept over the fence and landed in front of you. "Well, I can help you out."

You squealed when Levi scooped you up into his arms. "Levi."

He purred at you. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

[cockslutpadalecki]

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#ask yourself instead of why there are so many darkfics… why are there still people purposely not filtering their tags or seeking them out

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Summary: You’ve told Steve you’re not interested a hundred times, but he still won’t take no for an answer.

Characters: Dark!Best!Friend!Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 2.2K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, gaslighting, explicit sexual content, nipple sucking, female masturbation, forearm choking, forced/unwanted orgasm, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), cream pie, 18+.

A/N: Inspired by song of the same name by Marshmello Ft. Anne-Marie. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.

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1,190 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#4

You asked for some thots.

How about mean!Steve, slight bullying and dumbification with the quote, "The only sound I want to hear is you choking on my cock."

Stains Like Red Wine

Summary: Even though you’re one of Bucky’s best friends, for some reason Steve has always had it out for you, intent on making your life hell whenever you come back to Brooklyn. And tonight is no different. 

Characters: Dark!Mean!Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 2.7K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, Steve is a literal asshole but I still wanna suck his c*ck, bullying, misogyny, public humiliation, implications of dacryphilia, slut shaming, explicit sexual content, (slight) dumbification, use of pet name (peach), hate sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, female masturbation, finger sucking, gagging on fingers, slight size kink, some degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), cream pie, 18+.

A/N: River, my fellow mean!Steve hoe. This story took everything out of me and I’m honestly terrified you’ll hate it, but here it is, aah. This is an AU but I don’t specify professions etc. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. And thank you to my amazing pre-reader and filth enabler @sweeterthanthis for your support as always.

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1,249 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#3

Star Spangled Sinner

Summary: You catch Steve doing something he shouldn’t.

Characters: 40s!Steve x Star Spangled Singer!Reader.

Words: 2.3K.

Warnings: voyeurism, explicit sexual content, jealous!reader, Steve is a little slut, oral sex (male receiving), female masturbation, (slight) size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), mention of multiple orgasms, mention of cream pies, 18+.

A/N: Re-watching all of the MCU films in timeline order and got inspired watching the scenes while Steve was on tour with the Star Spangled Singers... like, imagine if he was sleeping with one of them in each city they visited? This is what I made of that. Beta: @princessmisery666​​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.

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2,041 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#2

No Vacancy

Summary: After taking an accidental detour on your way to a remote getaway, you and boyfriend Zach end up in the middle of nowhere with no other option than to spend the night at a seemingly desolate motel.

Still covered in the blood of their latest victim, killer duo Steve and Bucky head to the nearest motel to freshen up before hitting up the closest bar in search of a couple of one night stands to top their night off.

But when your paths cross, and the friends bear witness to the disrespectful way you’re treated, they decide to take out their pent up energy on you and Zach instead.

Characters: Dark!Steve x F!Reader x Dark!Bucky.

Words: 5.4K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, explicit sexual content, dom!Steve (ish), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), threesome, double penetration, anal play, anal sex, spit roasting, deep throating, oral sex (male and female receiving), multiple orgasms, mentions of cheating, (sort of) cuckolding, voyeurism, pistol whipping, creampie, murder, violence, Stockholm Syndrome (if you squint), 18+.

A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. Beta: @princessmisery666​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.

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2,756 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Why Can’t We Be Friends?

Summary: Steve has an illogical dislike of you, for reasons you’re unsure of. But when you find yourself at the apartment he shares with Bucky, and your heat begins to present itself, it’s only a matter of time until Steve’s Alpha instincts take over.

Characters: Alpha!Steve x Omega!F!Reader.

Words: 4K.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, a/b/o dynamics, knotting, claiming, hate-fucking, enemies to lovers, female masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, slight Dom!Steve, tiny amount of fluff, 18+.

A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. There are some POV changes within the story, but they are clearly highlighted. Beta: @princessmisery666​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine and many thanks to my pre-reader @navybrat817​ for being awesome as always.

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3,447 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

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[sinsmockingbird]

PTN WOMEN AS PARENTS PT. 2 | Various

PAIRING: Anne x Afab!Reader, Cabernet x Afab!Reader, Coquelic x Afab!Reader, Garofano x Afab!Reader, Shalom x Afab!Reader.

WARNINGS: Fluff, SFW, Children, LMK if there's anything else!

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's part 2! I'm definitely making this a mini series and I'm gonna try to write a part for each PTN women (that I write for). Once again dedicated to the lovely @prisoner-of-sin.

✧ ANNE

• Anne is one of the most caring mothers, truly putting her childrens needs before hers regarding anything. Nothing is more important to her than making sure your kids have a happy childhood.

• It's common thing for Anne to call you and your kids during the day if she's away as a medic on a mission or is swarmed with caring for the injured at the Bureau.

• She hates being away from you and your kids for too long, an aching to have you and them in her arms a constant loom over her. So when she finally gets home, be prepared for her to shower you all in love and affection.

• She loves to have your kids in her arms, having them wrapped up and secured -- especially when they're babies. She doesn't like to be separated from them for too long when they're so fragile at that age.

• People would say Anne is quite a clingy mother, and while that is true, she can't help but want to always have your kids by her side. It's definitely gonna be tough for her to let them go when their old enough.

• She loves to look through your kids baby photos and she loves to take them. She almost always is taking photos of your kids because she wants to try and capture every moment of their life.

• No matter what path your kids end up taking when their older, Anne is always going to love them unconditionally, and she's always going to hold on to them in some sort of way, because no matter she won't be ready for when they leave the nest.

✧ CABERNET

• Cabernet is quite a fun loving mother. She values having fun with her kids and pushing them to always have fun themselves. She cares for them deeply and does everything in her power to give them a good life.

• Be prepared for Cabernet to turn your children into mini food critiques -- specifically critiques on the food you make. It's adorable at first when your children taste test your food, but it can be a little annoying after awhile when all they give you are negative reviews.

• Cabernet doesn't quite have the guts to tell you herself if the food you make for dinner is... unappetizing to her. Because of this, she'll usually send one of your kids to taste test your food, leave and report back to her on how it tastes and then send them back to critique you.

• You learned pretty quickly what she was doing, and each time she'd continue doing it, you'd hold a blank face, eyes glancing at the entry to the kitchen with a glare as you watched her quickly dip her head around the corner.

• Despite the whole thing being a headache to you, you can't help but find it amusing on how she uses your kids to critique the food you make. It brings a smile to your face when you think about how Cabernet doesn't have the balls to tell you herself.

• Something Cabernet loves to do with your children is cook. She doesn't do it often, but when she does, she's sure to turn your kitchen into a full on cooking show as she had your kids running around helping her make things.

• It's adorable, because they all wear matching aprons and chef hats, matching as they make an unintentional mess of the kitchen. Once they finish, prepare for the kitchen to look like a hurricane swept through.

✧ COQUELIC

• Coquelic is a great balance for a mom. She can be stern yet supportive. She pushes her kids to pursue what they want to do in life, while still pushing them towards her own interests.

• She tries her best to get your guys children interested in gardening, or at least have them understand the beauty of plants. If one of your children is interested, she's over the moon with happiness! Sharing something in common that she loves with her child is a gift she cherishes.

• If one of her kids isn't as interested in gardening or plants, Coquelic is alright with that. She doesn't want to be the type of mom that pushes her interests on her kids, she wants them to love what they love, she only wants them to try her interest out once and see why she loves it.

• Coquelic will raise your children within the Garden -- with your approval -- and something that comes with that is your children having many aunts. The assassins in the Garden care for your children as much as you both do, watching out for them whenever you both can't.

• Something she'll do is teach your children srlf defense from a young age. She wants your kids to be able to defend themselves in situations where you both won't be there to protect them. It gives her peace to know her kids can defend themselves.

• Be prepared for your children to be miniature Coquelic's. For some reason your kids just have her personality, and the older they get the more that becomes apparent.

• Something that will happen often to you is being on the end one of your children's "pranks," something that Coquelic will have a hand in helping them with.

✧ GAROFANO

• Garofano, despite her older age, has always wanted to have children of her own. She may be older, but that isn't gonna push her away from wanting and having kids with you.

• When you do finally welcome your first child into the world, know Garofano is going to treat them so gently and delicately, holding them as if they could break at any moment.

• She loves sitting back in a chair, with one of your kids in her arms or sitting in her lap. She'll be reading a book or sewing/stitching up something for them while they read or play with their toys.

• When they're a bit older, she'll want to teach them how to sew. Whether they're interested or not, she wants thdm to have the skill, so she'll sit them down and take delicate time in teaching them everything, helping them whenever they get stuck.

• She also adores making your kids their own clothes. You can commonly find Garofano sitting in her sewing room making a new sweater or scarf for your kids, the look of pure love swirling in her eyes as she works.

• Because of her older age, it's common for her to get tired quite easily when your kids decide to be more rowdy. If she has to run around the house to catch one of them, expect her to collapse into a chair to try and catch her breath quite a few times.

• Though just because Garofano can get quite tired when your kids get a little crazy, she doesn't regret having kids with you for one second. This was the best decision she ever made after all.

✧ SHALOM

• Shalom -- despite being a horrible and downright evil woman -- is an amazing mother. She's tender and loving to each one of your kids, prioritizing them no matter what.

• She takes great care in teaching her kids all about the world, from the good to the bad. She doesn't like glossing over the horrible things life holds, because she wants her kids to be know and be prepared for anything.

• When they're older, she'll be more direct about the bad. She won't do what she did when they were young and put it into a fantasy scenario. No, she'll tell them what the world holds, and sometimes will even show them.

• Besides preparing her children for the real world, Shalom loves spending some quality time with each of them. She'll take time out of her day to sit down and do what they want to do.

• If they want to have a tea party, Shalom is going to be sitting at their little table, holding perfect manners and taking their play time seriously as they pour her "real" tea.

• If for some reason she's gone during the day to deal with... matters, she's going to try her hardest to be home for your kids bedtime. She'll arrive home just in time as your tucking them in, and she'll be grabbing a book to read to them before they sleep.

• Because of what she does Shalom's made plenty of enemies in her life, and she's always prepared for one to go after her family. If someone does though, you better know they aren't getting away with it -- she's going to make sure they suffer and use them as a warning to everyone else.

ENDING NOTES: Ugh, this is so fun to write! I may love writing smut more than fluff, I can't help but enjoy the times I do write it. Especially now when I'm writing very degenerate smut for December. Anyway, lmk which women you'd like to see in PT. 3.

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Everywhere

Evan Buckley x Reader

His parents come to visit Evan and (Y/N) during the weekend. Evan wasn’t particularly excited about it, and then, (Y/N) finally understands why.

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

Words: 1,572

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Buck’s parents will come to visit us this weekend. I’ve met them many times before, not for a very long time though, but it’s the first time they’re visiting since me and Buck moved in together.  

I don’t know why, but he’s not particularly excited about it. I thought about calmly asking him about it, but I decided I’d wait for him to be ready to talk to me instead. And today, two days before their arrival, he reached out during breakfast. 

“I’m just anxious about it.” He states, avoiding my gaze, instead focusing his attention on the fork resting on the table as he messes with it. 

“But… why, babe? I thought you liked having your parents around. They’ve been here before.” I carefully try to reason him, trying to understand him at the same time. 

“I do… And sure, they’ve been here before, but not during a complete weekend.” He sighs heavily, clearly frustrated that he can’t find the right words to explain himself. “Nevermind.” 

So, his problem is that they’re going to be here for a long time? I don’t even think 48 hours is that much time, to be quite honest. I feel like there’s more to this, but I can’t quite put my finger on it yet. 

“Evan, you know you can talk to me about everything, don’t you?” I say softly, covering his hand gently and caressing it. He finally looks me in the eye and stops fumbling with the fork. 

“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry… I just… Sometimes they’re… it’s not easy to deal with them.” He tries to explain himself, still struggling to find the right words. I tug on his hand for support. 

“Hey, whatever happens, we’re in this together, and I’ll be here for you, ok? No matter what.” I reassure him, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Thank you. I love you, (Y/N).” He whispers against my lips.

“I love you, Evan.” 

*2 days later*

Saturday’s here. Two days passed by smoothly. Evan was a bit more at ease, but I could tell he was still anxious, there was still stuff floating on his mind. But I just gave him space. I know him, and he definitely doesn’t like being pressured. Sometimes I intervene, obviously. But right now, I don’t think it’s the right thing to do. 

I was busy getting our dining room ready for lunch as Ann and Connor would be arriving in no time, when I realized I haven’t seen Buck in a while. I found him quickly as he’s sitting on the couch, bouncing his leg anxiously, lost in thought. That seems to be a thing for him lately. 

Feeling the couch shift beside him, he jumps in his seat just as I’m reaching out to caress his thigh. “Jesus, (Y/N), you scared me.” 

“I’m sorry, Evan.” I apologize, biting my lip. I stare at him, caressing his cheek, as if doing so, would help me find some clue of what’s going on or, at least, something that helps me start this conversation. “What’s really going on, babe?” I ask softly, moving my hand to hold his tightly. 

“I…” He trails off, averting his gaze to his lap, consequently avoiding mine. “It’s nothing, (Y/N). Really.” 

“It’s not nothing, Evan. I know you.” I confront him, keeping my tone even and gentle. “Whatever’s bugging you, it’s not nothing. I can tell it’s serious.” 

Buck sighs heavily, burying his head in his hands. I get closer to him, putting my arms around him and caressing his back with my hand soothingly. The silence lings in the air for a couple of minutes. 

“It’s stupid.” He finally says, still in the same position, not wanting to face me. 

“If it’s upsetting you, it’s not stupid, Evan.” I whisper, tugging his left arm to me so he’d finally face me. He concedes, so I take his hand in mine as he still rests his chin under his other hand. “Whatever it is, I won’t judge you. I’m not here to judge you, I’m here for you. No matter what.”

“It’s just… My parents. I don’t think I’m mentally ready to have them here.” He finally admits. I can tell there’s much to the story, but for now, I’m just content with the fact that he’s opening up to me. “You just don’t know how they truly are. I mean, I love my parents, but they just... “ He trails off, not sure of how to end that sentence. 

“Evan, we’ll go through this together, ok?” I whisper, and he nods. “If you feel uncomfortable or something, we’ll just come up with some excuse and we’ll make them leave. It’ll be fine.” I assure him, leaning in and pressing a few kisses to his lips. 

*Sunday, 1:25pm - 24 hours into having Evan’s parents at home*

Now I know what Evan meant yesterday. Ann and Connor spent the whole day being passive aggressive towards him. About everything. About him as a person. About his job. Honestly, I don’t know how they can’t see that what they’re saying is hurting him. It was definitely pissing me off, so I’d just answer back assertively. 

So, last night, before we went to bed, Evan sat down with me and just asked me not to say anything, that he’d handle it. I’m trying to respect that, but I hate seeing him so down and sad. I think he should speak up and tell them how he feels, but I can see why he doesn’t. 

We’re hanging out in our living room after lunch when his mom speaks up, breaking silence.  

“How do you feel about my son’s job, (Y/N)?” She asks me, out of nowhere, completely catching me off guard. 

I lock my gaze with Evan’s and he shoots me an apologetic and ashamed look. God, he looks so sad, I hate seeing him like this. 

“I love that he’s a firefighter. He’s a hero to so many people. He’s my hero.” I say truthfully, shooting him an assuring smile, which he returns timidly. “I’m really proud of him.”

“Aren’t you scared that he’ll get killed trying to save somebody he doesn’t even know? I tell him that all the time, he’s risking his life for strangers.” She affirms calmly. Doesn’t she have a clue? What the fuck?

“If everybody thought like you, there would be no first responders, no firefighters in the world.” I reply, matching her calmness. “Of course I’m scared he might get hurt, but I trust him and I know he’s very good at his job, and so are his coworkers. They’re all super professional and qualified for their functions.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” That’s all she said. For a few seconds. Then she speaks up again. “But you know, he’s not as nice of a boy as he used to be. That job changed him. Connor thinks so too.”

“Well, then I can tell you that you’re right. He’s not a nice boy.” I say confidently, smiling sweetly at them, making the three of them move their attention fully to me. “He’s a great man. The best man I know, if I’m being honest. He’s grown into this amazing man, with this huge heart, a true fighter. He outdoes himself and surpasses any adversity or obstacle that comes in his path.”

I stop talking for a few seconds, turning to face Evan, and his beautiful blue eyes are shining with emotion, his mouth slightly open. His mother is staring at me, a blank expression on her face. And his dad seems to be lost in thought, as if he’s letting my words sink in. 

“And those are just a few of the million reasons why I love him.” I add, proudly, finally finishing up, feeling overwhelmed myself.

Thankfully that conversation subsided. A few minutes later, Evan motioned me to follow him, so we quietly excused ourselves to our bedroom. 

“Are you o-” I start once we get inside but he quickly cuts me off. He pulls me into a really tight hug, and hides his face in the crook of my neck. I could feel his hot, steady breath against my soft skin, and it feels so intimate, like home. 

“I love you so much, (Y/N). So fucking much.” He mumbles against my skin, his voice slightly wavering with emotion. “Thank you, babe.”

“For what?” I ask genuinely.

He pulls back slightly, but still keeps me in between his arms and close to him, and locks his gaze with mine. 

“For everything. For defending me, just now. For supporting me. For loving me.” He lists out, blushing a bit by the end. “No one ever did that for me.”

“I love you, baby. I always will be by your side, loving you and supporting you.” I reassure him, moving my hands to press my palms against his chest. “And also give your parents a reality check if needed.” We both chuckle lightly at my last sentence. “What would you do without me, Evan Buckley?” I laugh, playing with his shirt’s collar.

He pretends to be thinking really hard about what I just asked, so I playfully hit his shoulder. “Babe, stop.” I pout. 

He leans down and kisses me for a few seconds, before answering truthfully to my question.

“I’d look for you everywhere. I wouldn’t stop until I found you.”

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