#Orginal Female Character

[stardustarchivess]

Invite of a lifetime

warnings: none, just don’t do what cosette did and leave with a random man. please.

word count: 516

Cosette laughed quietly as her friends joked around. She swirled the straw in her milkshake and looked out the window of the diner. It was a hot day in Germany, and most girls were dressed in a shorts and a matching top, including her friends.

Cosette, personally, had decided on a sundress and a simple pair of heels, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention while making an effort to blend in with the crowd. Her dress was plain and her heels even plainer.

“Sette! Are you listening?” She quickly looks away from the window and turns to her friend, Linda. She nods quickly and her cheeks burn a slight pink.

“Of course. Just thinkin about how hot it is.” She waves them off and attempts to turn the attention away from her. It proves to be successful, as Elvis Presley’s ‘Jailhouse Rock’ starts to fill the air.

“Oh I love this song!” Mary flashes a wide smile and leans on the table, her hands planted on it

The conversation takes a turn to the rising rock and roll star, leaving Cosette to simply listen to both her friends and the music. Not that she minded, she would rather listen than talk.

“Did you guys hear? He’s in Germany! Got drafted into the army.” Olivia quickly piped in, to which everyone at the table turns to look at her.

“Is he really?” Cosette’s voice is quiet as she speaks, and sits further up in her spot. Olivia nods and smiles widely.

Before anyone can continue the conversation, a man approaches the table, and the girls fall quiet. He was dressed in uniform, while his hat was pressing against his chest, due to his hand holding it there.

“My name is Charles William, and I don’t mean to intrude but I couldn’t help but hear you girls talking about Elvis, I’m a good friends of his. Me and my wife go to his house quite often. Would you girls like to join one evening?”

Cosette look to her friends, noticing the suspicion in their eyes. She nibbles on her bottom lip as she looks back to Charles. She looks him over and decides he wasn’t threatening.

“My name is Cosette Allen. I would have to talk to my folks about going, they’ll probably wanna meet you.” She kept her voice quiet and occasionally broke eye contact.

“I understand that. And what about you girls?” Cosette looked to her friends, hoping they would at least attempt to ask. Her hope was quickly shattered as they all politely declined, due to not knowing and not believing him.

Charles nodded and smiled. “Well, Cosette, I would be pleased to talk to your folks. Maybe I could drive you home, meet your daddy and talk with him?” She looks to her friends, who are silently telling her to say no. Cosette looks back at Charles and slowly nods.

“I ‘pose that’s alright. But my parents are expecting me, so don’t do anything weird.” Cosette waves goodbye to her friends, sets the money for her milkshake on the table, and leaves with Charles.

[falloutschpallout]

Good morning Staff and Students reminder we have an assembly in the gymnasium at 10 welcoming our new counselor Ms. Shultz. Please come give her a big bandit welcome!”

He had been watching her for weeks. For the last month of summer she would come in almost every day and spend a few odd hours decorating her room, printing sheets and getting coffee with the other staff members. It was no secret to any of them that she was attractive. He had seen some of them giving her backside glances. Mr. South even made a few comments to the Principal about her full figure. ‘Such a brute’ Mr. Martin thought. He fantasized about an alternate world where it was 1958 again and he could take her to a Diner, maybe fix his hair a certain way- “Hey uh Mr. M…” It was Wally catching him in his trance “Are you gonna eye fuck that blonde all day or are we gonna start?” Rhonda crossed her arms and looked annoyed “Rhonda! We don’t use those words in our meetings.!” He snapped.

Wally hid his giggle behind his hand “I think he likes her.” He rolled his eyes “What a ridiculous thought, shes alive and besides,much too younger for me OR you Wally.” Everett always has opinions about the subjects getting distracted by the living, he couldn’t be caught watching Ms. Shultz again. After their usual exchanges about their haunts her could be left alone in Ms. Shultz office, sometimes he would watch her in the bathroom, but only on days he is desperate to see her.

He followed her to her chair and he sat across from her to observe her as usual.

He pondered about her love life. Wondering if her mind and body got appreciated by anyo- “I can see you Mr. Martin.” He was stunned, how could this be? Was this really happenin- “I know all about you.” She looked up from her paperwork and lock her blue eyes with his dark ones.

“I’m sorry…” was all he could muster out. He wondered if she could have seen him this whole time. He recalled in his head a particularly embarrassing moment when she wore tight jeans that slid down her back side, for a whole afternoon her smooth crack could be seen as she hunched over in her chair, he couldn’t help himself at the sight of it and slowly silentest his arousal by palming over his member in his pants. “Sorry for masturbating to me checking my emails?” There was a slyness about her that he couldn’t place. “You haven’t felt the touch of a women in over 60 years, I can’t blame you sir.” Mid sentence she began packing her bag and preparing to leave. “Wait, Ms. Shultz allow me to explain!” He would have said anything to get his dignity back. “I will be back tonight to discuss boundaries with you and the others” She slammed the wooden door behind her.

He was lost in his thoughts scrambling to fix this. He had failed his own doctrine now his whole experiment is compromised.

He got on the intercom and commended all that had attended the meetings meet him im the gymnasium. Once there he sat everyone down and stood up, “let me be a lesson to you all, let me be an example. I didn’t follow my own teaches and now Im in a bit of a pickle.” He rubbed sweat off of his forehead and noticed the kids on the edge of their seats, Rhonda actually made a facial expression for once. “As it turns out that new Counselor can see us, all of us.” He heard murmurs and muffled ‘what?’s “She spoke to me directly and said we would all have a chat about boundaries, she noticed me getting a little attached…” before he could finish Rhonda interrupted “SO YOU DO LIKE HER?” She stood and so did the others

“I cant believe this! I let you convince me to not check anyone out and focus on me, this whole time you have been thirsty for some random counselor!” Wally sounded hurt, He had a crush the year he died, she was a senior and the few months that she remained at the school Mr. Martin and banned all contact with her, watching listening or otherwise. He felt immense guilt for not being able to control his own urges with another women whom he had no connection to in life.

“Wally I understand you are upset but I made a mistake I should have controlled myself and avoided her…”

“Fuck you man!” Wally threw a chair and left the gym in a hurry. The rest of this kids were soon to follow.

He retired to the fallout shelter and recorded the day events in his notebooks. After which he sat and deadpanned at the wall suddenly the door swung open by a phantom wind. He arose and investigated “Hello?” He called out into the dark basement, a shadowy figure approached him, it was Ms. Shultz in a transparent silky garment. Her breast barely covered and her hair was down and her glasses were off. She gave him a sultry glance “Mr. Martin… I thought this is what you wanted…” She stepped closer ans he took a step back and he lost his footing and fell on the cot “What are you doing here? in that?” then unexpectedly she grabbed him by the shoulder. “How are you-“ He was cut off by a warm and passionate kids that left him weak. “Its called astral projection. My body is at home asleep.” She ran her finger up his arm giving him shivers. “What do you want from me?“ She placed her finger to his mouth “Im not seducing you for information, is it so hard to believe that I just want you?” She had him pinned,

“Yes actually, I have never received this kind of attention before, living or not” Everett adjusted his glasses in a polite attempt to distance himself so he could think straight .

[tallulaballula]

Guys I started writing an OC gravity falls fan fic on ao3, as soon as i make it through the first chapter I wanna post it on here. Wish me luck!!

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[deliciouslystrangefics]

The Nightsky is Burning

The year is 2056 and there are no flying cars, no one is living on the moon, we are a decaying planet held in a high tech war that is being waged between kindred and lycans. They use technology well beyond our own. There is nothing we could do but watch in horror, we couldn’t defend ourselves against the sheer force of their numbers…we never even knew they were thriving just under our feet. We couldn’t do anything…

~Amanda Darling July 4th 2056 This never got finished either but maybe one day. Written around: 2012-07-14

The year is 2056 and there are no flying cars, no one is living on the moon, we are a decaying planet held in a high tech war that is being waged between kindred and lycans. They use technology well beyond our own.  There is nothing we could do but watch in horror, we couldn’t defend ourselves against the sheer force of their numbers…we never even knew they were thriving just under our feet. We couldn’t do anything…

~Amanda Darling July 4th 2056

The year now is 3012 and the world is still in decay, there are no improvements on the flying cars, it was such a joke. They had nothing to show for the centuries of knowledge that had in dealing with chemicals, electrons, and all that other bullshit that was suppose to get the world somewhere. No, all there is now is an unsteady truce between humans and supernatural beings. The creation of God now was divided into two governments, those of natural blood and those who desired it.

The countries across the globe were split up, between the two governments; there were entire cities that strictly held vampires, lycans, and humans. Every race between the three is strictly separated until they could live in relative peace. So far there was no such luck and rogues still attack the opposing cities…so far all who have did such have been brutally executed. 

“Fucking joke.” Mikey way shook his head, tossing the old journal down, as he walked through the crime scene. It was still unsure whether or not this was a mass suicide or simply another terrorist attack against the kindred. It would take until tomorrow night to really know, but a lot of the older families had taken to ending their existence together. The old detective wouldn’t have been surprised either way and part of him knew he was too old even still care much; he was just doing his job.  The older officers wondered through the house collecting whatever evidence there was to be had. It didn't matter much though, the smell of old blood was making some of the newer fledglings twitch a bit, every so often you'd hear someone being smacked up side the head and forced back into focus. The laws weren't very strict on becoming a vampire,  they didn't need to be it was nearly impossible for vampires and humans to meet. Some humans of the prestiges families were allowed into the city and vampire clubs by very few of them were offered the sacred kiss and even fewer even accepted the offer.

The elder detective looked across the bedroom the journal had been in, Amanda and her family were probably some of the first families that were turned when the far spilled out into the human world. The day it happened was a regular day, a perfect day, with perfect weather, early afternoon shortly after lunch...at first it was just commotion in the alley ways, the lyans were trying to drive the vampires out into the sunlight, it was a stupid mistake. By then vampires had composed a sunscreen that was strong enough to protect them and fend off from turning to ash. It was then that the fight took to the street, when the police tried to bring peace to the situation most of them were slaughtered, those who didn't parish from the attacks were turned and left behind to their confusion to what was taking place. As the shit went down the pipe, nothing could stop it, not even when the militaries of the civil world joined forces, the governments across the world crumbled under the pressure. For a time there was anarchy and chaos, several million natural born were killed. It wasn't until the humans population became dangerously low that the hand of order was forced.

Mikey wasn't born until 3040 and it was turned along with his brother Gerard about 3065. He rubbed his face and turned away, heading toward the master bedroom where the five bodies were, two laying vertically on the bed, one laying across at the end, and two at the of the bed. It looked as though they had been drained of blood, either someone gorged themselves on the family or they did it to each other. They would have to leave the bodies were they were until the coroner arrived. The examination would have to be done there otherwise they would simply turn to ash once they were moved.  He wished that some of the myths about kindred were untrue...turning to ash after death was true, crosses were untrue, sleeping in a coffin, untrue and overrated. The thought amused him though, when him and his brother were turned they thought they were so cool, both had bought coffins and slept in them for a week before giving up the ghost. Unless you bought an extra wide one, they were uncomfortable to sleep in and you couldn't hardly move or roll over...sex in a coffin was also quite impractical, more so if the lid was closed.

“There isn't much else here for you to do here Detective, the rest is simply gathering any finger prints, and we'll be going over the security tapes tomorrow. We'll have our answer soon but I'm betting its a mass suicide...its happening a lot among the first families.” Mikey shifted a bit as he looked over his shoulder, meeting the blue eyes of a soft mouse like woman named Luna. She was an odd one, strange, soft, and deadly...His felt his mind sharpen to a point and he nodded a bit, “I suppose there isn't much point sticking around then, there isn't much to see any way.” There was no sense in small talk since he wasn't really that interested in holding a conversation, she made his skin crawl in a way that was more annoying than anything else.

The evening was wearing thin as the sun settled, allowing the darkness to devour the city, bringing out the  whores and the sinners. He shook his head and lit up a cigarette as he walked toward the nearest jazz bar, he never troubled himself with the crowded places because he knew he'd end up arresting someone for pissing him off. Whether he liked it or not, he'd always be a cop at heart and he would always act like one...he had been doing this job for too many years, he glanced back at the house, inhaling the smoke into his dead lungs. He wondered how many more family would end themselves, what people didn't realize about immortality is that it was forever, you didn't grow any older, you grew wiser though but wisdom easily became a burden. Watching people you love whither away and die, doing everything you can to stay entertained, but there are only so many things one can do to keep from getting jaded...only when mountains crumble will you truly know

The sky above rumbled and vibrated, signaling that a storm was well on its way. It would be good to see a little rain he supposed. He continued to breath in fire and smoke, his footsteps echoing off the walls in the empty streets. The jazz club was close and also in a part of town that wasn't frequented by too many, it was considered a seedy part of town, it was funny that only two blocks away were some of the best and safest neighborhoods in the city...strange how that works. He shook his head and walked into the club to his usual table and ordered a bloody mary, made with real blood. The next performer was about to start but he didn't really care just as long as it was real jazz and not the poser shit you see in most movies.

“Long day at the office bro?”

Gerard owned the club and pulled up a chair so he could enjoy the show too, he was always surprised that his brother had picked up the detective gig but he had a real knack for solving crimes. He sipped pure blood and glanced toward the stage, the woman about to sing was new to the city but apparently wasn't knew to the vampire scene. Who knew what she was running from but it wasn't his or anyone else's place in the club to ask...here vampires came here to forget what they were and how long they had lived or if they were running.

“Yea, another family is dead today, hard to say if its murder or just the usual.”

Gerard was a little alarmed that three of the first families were now dead within a week but then again it wasn't that surprising. That aside he just couldn't bring himself to give two shits about it, so they were offing themselves, didn't really affect anything or anyone. People assumed that vampires didn't have any emotions because they were 'dead' but most kindred retained as much their personalities after the turning. The fact of the matter was, dead was simply more accepted among them. After all the older vampires became, the more jaded most of them came, it wasn't uncommon for an elder to go completely insane and have to be put down. The burden of knowing was too much for many but the younger generations were a lot more prepared for the aging than the elders were. He assumed that Mikey and himself were on the beyond the desire for death.

“There are still a dozen of the first families left and of course the second generations can fill the governing spots.”

The way the government worked among the vampires was similar to how Parliament and the United States worked only a little less complicated. Instead of houses there were literally families that served in those positions, the level of importance in each house was based on knowledge of the vampire history and of course the current political situation of things. Age usually did not play a role in who acquired what position in the house hold. That aside, children were still treated as children when they were alone with their parents, depending on their age. Most vampires are considered young until they reach a century but that aside, the elders from before the first war were still around it was rumored, pulling strings from behind the scenes, remaining unseen and still living in the darkness underneath the ground.

“I don't think anyone really gives a fuck as long as there isn't an economical crises, as long as the blood is flowing, no one pays any mind to anything...no tears will be shed in grief.” Mikey held a slightly bitter tone in the statement because he knew it was true, no one really cared that an entire family died today. Vampires were too consumed with their own problems, their own lives...but he knew that humans were the same way.

The only community that held any sort of feelings were their peers were the lycans, they were a tight knit group, in the cities of lycans...everyone knew everyone, there were no degrees of separations in each city. It was only when you started traveling to other lycan communities that you found any separation, the most was 5 degrees, very rarely did it go above six degrees. They way they governed themselves had not changed, small packs had an alfa and there was a military pack with its own alfa that kept the city in check and at peace. Mikey wished that the vampires could at least care about each others well being, but he couldn't say much, he was rather dead inside, the only spark of emotion he had was for his brother...anything else was too much of a stretch. He just couldn't bring himself to feel anything for anyone else.

“I know bro, I know...there's no reason to give to much thought, won't change will it? Just enjoy your next couple of days ok? Maybe we'll hit the mountains and go hiking or something, get away from the fuckers for awhile and take a break.”

It was amazing how much energy Gerard still had, he didn't seem to be jaded by the years, and still wanted to go do things with Mikey. He didn't seem to give much care about living forever, but he really didn't think about the years ahead, he thought about today and tomorrow. No real reason to think about what might happen later when all he had was now. He hoped one day his little brother would come to understand that and maybe quit the force and find a job that made him happier...all that death and seeing the ugly side of the world all the time couldn't have been good for an immortal.

“...Yea sure, sounds like a plan Gerard.”

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BRATZ VIBEZ 🌱💕

The moon never waits for approval — it just rises. And that’s the tale.

[lilacxquartz]

your body is my temple (and i will worship you);

incubus male oc x human fem!reader

w.c: 2.1k

summary: you and midnight take it to the next level and satisfy a mutual curiosity.

themes: smut, demon x human, porn with plot, size difference, one shot, reader insert, oc/ original character, biting, first person pov

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Slowly but surely, it has been getting easier with having Midnight around. I became used to his presence over time, no matter how unsettling he seemed to be.

As it turned out, demons weren’t too different from humans after all.

At least not by that much.

For the most part, he tried to approach me in a way that he thought to be human in nature. That was my interpretation at least. He tried minimise my fear by getting to know me personally, taking interest in what I like as a means to find a common ground so that we could both get along.

This was going well. Or as well as it possibly could have been given the circumstances because who truly expects an incubus to show up in their life, just like that? Still, just for him alone, I fitted my apartment with blackout curtains so that he could move around comfortably as he pleased.

Slowly, I became used to his presence and before long, we were finally comfortable with one another.

Which led Midnight to want more than what we already had.

(Considering that he was an incubus, I was mostly just surprised that he didn’t bring it up sooner.)

Just as I finished up on my dinner, he followed me back to the bedroom with a certain sort of glint in his eye.

Personally, I wanted to get some more reading done but I could already tell that Midnight had more than just relaxation in mind.

“How interesting,” he observed as his pointed fingers trailed along my flesh, “I don’t have to kiss you for you to stop feeling afraid anymore.”

I nodded, thinking that he had a point. Usually, I would shudder at his touch because Midnight, regardless of how gentle he acted, was still a demon—a monster—there was nothing calming about him at all.

With a featherlight touch, he brushed his fingers down to my chin, pointing my jaw up at him, murmuring on and off in a slur, “You are so… intoxicating… when you’re not afraid.”

Midnight then leaned over me, making my back land flat against my mattress. His body hovered over mine as he dipped his face down with breath like ashen fire, smoking against my skin; daring me to reciprocate.

“I can’t resist, at least not forever,” he admitted, pressing his body right up against mine. The shadows that enveloped his body in void-like fire didn’t do much to his excitement as I could feel it, pushing up right against me with want and even need.

Sinking somehow even further into the mattress, I retracted myself with a cautious tone behind my words, “But, you’re not a forceful incubus …are you?”

Midnight froze in his pursuit, retracting ever so slightly as he lifted his lips off of mine. His blank eyes screwing shut as though he pushed any dark thought back into the murky depths of his mind.

(The part that he didn’t dare let surface, for your own sake.)

“I’m not,” he soothed.

I exhaled a deep breath and tried to get up from bed, but he still kept me locked in; caging my frame with his arms as his palms sank into the mattress.

“But it’s just… certain things,” he began, his voice almost growling as he spoke, “from the way that you breathe to the way your skin goosebumps when it brushes against mine, I’m starting to understand fate a little better, is all,” he paused before continuing, “don’t you feel at least… a little bit similar?”

Admittedly, I did feel something. I just wasn’t sure what. I harboured some sort of curiosity given that he was an incubus and at times, my mind explored such a possibility. To experience something more intense, perhaps even dangerous; the very thing that his kind was known for.

As my mind internally conflicted with itself, he tried to comfort me even if he didn’t let me go, “It’s not your fault, I know. It’s not even personal; humans were designed to fear the unknown.”

“It’s just…” I trailed off as I truly began to consider it. I wasn’t against it, that wasn’t the issue. It was the logistical side of things that threw me off; his height and therefore his potential size was an issue.

He tilted his head off to the side, giving me a moment to think.

“It’s just,” I continued from where I left off, “wouldn’t it hurt if we were to…?”

Midnight eased into a slowly relaxing smile, the glimpse of sharp teeth playing into his expression. Slowly, his body relaxed as he began to understand exactly why I felt so on the fence about things, “I’d work you into it, of course, but also, incubi and even succubi have evolved with human anatomy in mind. It can hurt, but it won’t kill you.”

My eyes flickered off to the ceiling, avoiding his gaze. Despite him lacking irises, I somehow always knew when he was making eye contact with me.

“Let me help you ease into it,” he offered, sweeping his hands around my body; his touch so rough yet so gentle at the same time as worshipping my very own skin.

His hands then moved down as he worked me into it, my eyes widening as his protruding claws grazed against my inner thigh. Black pointed nails spearing from his greyed fingertips.

Pausing, Midnight retracted his hand and balled it into a fist to reel in the claws and assume the length of normal fingernails.

“…My mistake,” he murmured, almost seeming embarrassed.

“W-weird…” I whispered in response, my voice dripping with fascination.

He didn’t reply however, choosing to push the with the task in mind instead. Peeling my sweat shorts down, he dipped his index finger into my sex before retracting it ever so slightly.

“I’ll work you into it,” he promised as he continued to stare at me, as though searching for a certain type of reaction, “I won’t hurt you… too much.”

My thighs squeezed involuntarily as he slid his digit back and forth while his thumb rubbed circles over my clit, lulling me into a gradually relaxed state. It took a couple of minutes at best, but soon enough I was flushed, my cheeks burning with anticipation as he leaned in over me.

Pulling his hand away from me, he moved ever so slightly back to rest both hands against my hips before brushing down to meet parallel with my knees. Curiously, he tented up my legs with a steady grip, hovering his body over mine, positioning the tip of his cock right against my entrance.

Noticing my unease, Midnight continued to take things slowly with as much reassurance as possible, “Relax with me.”

I tried to nod, feeling him ease slowly into my core, wincing as he gradually filled me out completely. I writhed just a little bit underneath his slowly flattening body, his length completely enveloped by my walls in all directions as he finally moved in as far deep as he could possibly go.

Midnight released a low guttural moan in a satisfied tone, seeming pleased as he took a hot minute to fully appreciate the sensation.

“Feeling okay?” he asked as he checked in.

“K-kinda,” I replied in a slightly strained tone.

With a tight nod, he pushed himself back ever so slightly to take the pressure off of you just a little bit, “We’ll go as slow as we need to, then.”

“O-okay,” I murmured in response, feeling him slowly retract his hips and then steadily push back inside.

His movements felt almost calculated as he rolled his hips against mine. With each thrust, no matter how gentle; my breath fluttered upon his impact, my eyes close to watering from the building intensity.

My whines turned into cries as I adjusted to his size, my legs widening as I struggled to take him in. My back arching as a means to accommodate him. As a means of seeking comfort, my fingers desperately clawed at the sheets, grabbing heaped bunches of linen as my toes curled on queue.

It was gradual, but he picked up the pace over time as it became easier for him to both move inside of me as well as my body finally starting to relax, somehow. In a way, I was actually extremely turned on and my heat, so slick and glistening wet, gave away just how I truly felt. My body softened at his touch, allowing him to adopt a quicker pace.

I gasped again as he positioned himself closer over me, continuing to keep me confined within his arms. His arms relaxed over the bed, keeping himself comfortably propped up against his elbows while his head dipped over mine, his lips so desperate to connect with my own.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, seeking comfort within his touch which he then leaned into, taking up the pace a notch in response; so feverishly keen.

Midnight grunted as he now pounded into me, rutting his hips at an almost feral pace as I whined in slight protest. To counter my complaints, he finally kissed me to ease the discomfort, spilling whatever magic he held onto inside, slowly tranquilising—numbing the soreness, soothing the unrelenting pain inflicted by his touch.

“Still doing good?” he whispered into my lips, despite not slowing down at all.

“I-I’m good,” I confirmed, just barely hearing him over the heavy breathing and the sound of slapping skin, “I’m good, I’m good…”

Midnight smiled as he revealed his razor sharp teeth that reflected in the spilling moonlight, planting his lips right against my own as his tongue couldn’t help but invade and explore, taking the lead within my mouth as I just barely wrestled it back. Getting too ahead of himself, he couldn’t help but pluck a taste either, sinking his teeth into my lips.

However, upon feeling my body protest to such a sudden and sharp pain, he reeled himself back ever so slightly, offering only a half apologetic whisper, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

His breathing grew gradually heavier as he struggled to retain his composure; his body shaking as I struggled to maintain a secure hold around him. His hips almost trembled—quaked rather as his pace became rougher, his groans morphed into growls as he truly lost himself in my body. I could feel as he subtly accelerated and as his teeth grazed on occasion over my shoulder, grazing against such soft tissue in comparison to his hardened skin. He wasn’t truly apologetic, but he did mutter out hasty apologies whenever I squirmed in heated protest.

I held on either way, feeling as his claws spilled from his fingertips—piercing the bed in a lapse of dwindling control. His body almost vibrated as he purred in deep satisfaction, continuing to slam his monstrous length into my cunt.

“Almost,” he promised as he fucked himself into me, “almost, almost—!”

With a steady push that followed after his words, I could feel as his cock throbbed and twitched inside of me, releasing a surge of warmth within my walls in an almost demanding release. I gasped as he slammed himself inside a final time, painfully emptying himself into me with such pressure and overflowing passion that it couldn’t help but spill onto the bedding as he slowly pulled himself out of my spent body.

I shook ever so slightly as my legs quivered, feeling as Midnight soothed me with another kiss before completely rolling off of me, “To numb the pain.”

I nodded as I did my best to recover, panting as I did so, recollecting my breath while my body glistened with sweat. It took a while, but slowly my body relaxed a second time; my legs squeezing shut once more as my hips wound down.

“Don’t worry about the mess,” Midnight said, “I’ll be your bed for tonight.”

I didn’t protest too much, if at all as I felt him pull my body over his own. He was surprisingly comfortable and perfectly warm; the shadows that wisped from his body tickled against my skin in a gentle warmth, providing a soothing effect to lessen the remaining tension that I still held onto.

Feeling my eyelids droop shut, I couldn’t stay awake for a second longer anymore and drifted off to what seemed to be a much needed sleep.

All the while thinking that perhaps that giving into Midnight was the light I needed, because maybe, just maybe, fate wasn’t wrong in bonding me with him after all.

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[thedropsofblood]

A mole was found

Warning: Non-con, double penetration, rape, bondage, threesome, implied no aftercare, gender neutral but made with male reader in mind, rushed, not proofread, this is more like a oneshot.

If accidentally getting affiliated with the mafia is unlucky, then you would be the god of bad luck. And unfortunately for you, after being assigned to spy on the mafia for over a year, they had managed to find documents detailing their exploits, which gave them enough evidence to drag you to the torture interrogation room.

Like any normal person, you tried to resist but let's be honest, could you really fight against trained mafia members dragging you by both of your arms? Not to mention when they've been annoyed by your constant resistance, they knocked you out by smashing your head against the wall, hard enough to make you unconscious but not hard enough to kill you.

By the time that you have woken up, you were set on your knees on the floor, hands tied behind your back with a blindfold over your eyes. The position...confused you? Usually traitors would be set on a wooden chair, fully tied down with a gag in their mouth, not whatever position you are in.

You could slightly make out the layout of the room based on how the light is shining down on you, seemed like the mafia members didn't bother to give you a thicker blindfold. There is a single lightbulb over your head, otherwise most of the room is dark and quiet. In the mist of confusion, you decided to risk something, tapping your finger on the floor and pretending to be impatient in order to try to use the echos to imagine the room's layout.

The plan worked, but things didn't seem to be in your favour as the room turned out to be quite large. How could you even escape in these circumstances???

Right at that moment, you heard footsteps echoing from a direction, cutting your line of thought almost immediately. The sound is somewhat scattered, you could make out that two people are heading towards you. You feel the light shining on your blindfold getting slightly darker, someone is standing right in front of you.

You heard murmurs and whispers, a cold sweat fell down your forehead while your hands fiddled together. You figured it's the best decision to stay silent and not say anything unless you're talked to, after all there isn't any reason to give away any information about yourself.

You felt a pair of hand grips your chin, the fingers digging into your cheeks and tilting it to different angles. You assumed it was to judge your appearance, which seemed to be at least attractive since you heard an amused hum from whoever was checking you out.

You felt your waits being held, turned over to your back before your head is placed on a lap of one of the two people, your knees being held up to your shoulders. The only thing you could hear is the sound of belts buckling and your voice protesting whatever the two are trying to do to you.

You froze the moment you felt the heat of something hot right over your face, as well as the feeling of your clothes being unbuttoned. Without any warning, the warm length shoves into your mouth, causing you to gag almost instantly, tears building in your eyes.

Meanwhile underneath, two fingers were knuckles deep in your hole, stretching it open and revealing your insides to the cold air. The fingers didn't stop rearranging your insides while the length moves in your mouth, ignoring all your gags and pathetic noises.

The second length eventually enters your under hole, a pair of hands grips your hips to move you more steadily. The cock in your mouth muffles your noises, shoving deeper down your throat when the length underneath pulls out to its tip, just to ram inside you again, giving you a bulge on your lower stomach.

You were biting your underlip, trying your best to not make any noises but they kept going out of your throat without any sign of stopping. You felt so violated yet it felt so good getting your insides ruined by people you don't even know the face off, unable to fight back and vulnerable like some kind of onahole.

The cock in your mouth was pulled out, a small strand of saliva connected its tip to your lips and left a quiet pop sound. The person holding your waist suddenly held you up straight, burying the length inside you deeper and grinding it against your spot. Before you could make sense of anything, the cock positions its tip against your entrance. You tried to protest and push the first person off, it was only met by a spank on your ass and the person shoving their cock into you.

The two started going by a faster pace, each taking turns to hit your deepest spot as the person behind you pulled your head back by your hair, the person in front of you shoved two fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans and play with your tongue.

After half an excruciating hour, they finally finished inside you with a grunt. At this point, your mind was already blanked, your body sweating and twitching from the intense workout, your hole gaping even when they pulled out and tears falling down from your eyes, staining the blind fold.

You heard a few small sentences before you pass out.

"What should we do with them, boss?"

"Keep them, they're good as a stress reliever."

At least now you know that you're good in bed <3

Author note: This will get a remake due to the unsatisfactory of the plot.

[welcome-to-bryson]

Welcome to Bryson City, North Carolina. Tucked away in the Appalachians, nothing ever happens here- just ask Ryker Scott, the aspiring journalist who would wish for something, anything to happen.

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[greenapplespider]

Decided to color those sketches ;p here’s some headshots of most of the major characters from the dark, urban fantasy, novel series I’m planning out called Blood in Moderation (will be posting little character blerbs over the next few days)

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Edit: the following will link to different character studies, lore, and world building involving these characters as I write/plan out the series . This will act as the master post. (These posts are not in any order, just different excerpts, lore, and world building notes and such)

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[hangryyell]

Sweet Treats Sweet Prizes

Trigger warnings: Unprotected piv, creampies, choking, bush, virginOC, missionary

Word count: 7,465

(Author’s note: This started all because I started the second season! So if you haven’t watched the first episode of season 2 this is kind of a spoiler! Viewer discretion is advised! Also I’m writing this as if the problems don’t really exist cause I just want a happy family of Joel and Eillie, sue me lol. Enjoy my horny ramblings as a fat woman it just makes my mouth water thinking Joel doesn’t really have a type and treats all bodies like bodies. This is for the big men and women out there!)

It was Gail’s birthday and your scheduled appointment. You walk up the stairs to her house with a plate of cookies, and go to open the door and it opened first. Out stepped Joel Miller, the pretty texan man that arrived in Jackson five years ago, the one you’ve been crushing on for three of those five years. It was hard not to, he was rough around the edges, who wasn’t during an apocalypse like this, he was kind regardless of the rumors you’ve heard about him. The way he loved Ellie, put her first before him made sure she had everything she could to live a good life here.

“Joel, hello.” you greet him, his hazel eyes dart up to you and then the plate of cookies before going back. He grumbled a soft hello.

“You are welcome to some, I don’t think Gail will notice.” you tell him with a smile, plate held out to him. Like a scared deer he takes some cookies and gives a nod.

“Thank ya’.” he bites into one and closes his eyes at the taste. “Thank you.” he repeates, mouth full of chocolate chip cookie. You chuckle at his reaction.

“Of course, save some for Ellie if you can.” you try and remind him. Joel gave another nod and then made his way back home.

Your session with Gail went smooth, the “normal” talk about being a bigger woman, having insecurities when getting close to those you find attractive.

“You have got to step out of your comfort zone, push the envelope. You never know who out there will treat you like a normal person.” Gail explained. You chew your bottom lip at that, it’s just easier to not be intimate with anyone, keep them at bay and just stay friends.

“I-I don’t know.” you say softly, hands clasped together in your lap. Gail stares at you, long and hard getting her point across.

“You’re grown I can’t make you do anything. It could be fun though. Should try it.” she pushed a little, voice softer than before. Being burned so many times, just seen as a hole and not a person is what’s kept you from even trying to date in Jackson. Yet one set of eyes always catches yours, hazel, stern, cradled in crows feet.

“Okay, maybe. I’ll get someone a drink at the party this weekend.” you tell her, feeling your hair touch the back of your neck making you shudder.

“There we go, that sounds like a good plan. Bring some of your sweets, theres a small murmur about them throughout Jackson.” Gail said.

You shake your head, “my sweets are for those that are worthy. I’m not baking just for anyone.”

“Me, Joel, Ellie, Tommy and Maria? We’re the worthy ones?” Gail counters.

You open your mouth to say something and then close it, heat burning your cheeks. She was right, Tommy and Maria always have you bake their cakes for their birthdays, for Benjamin's birthday. And Joel...Joel you've been pumping full of sweets for as long as you can remember.

"Fine, fine, fiiine. I'll bring Danishes." you huff at her. Hands unclasping to let the heel of your hand dig into your plump thighs. "Good, good." Gail's timer went off at that exact moment. "Well, our time is done, I'll see you next week." "Enjoy your cookies and have a happy birthday." you get up off the couch and give her a half smile and leave. Still a lot to think about, even though this has been a topic you've been going over with her for weeks almost months at this point. Gail's door closes behind you and off you go back to your house. It was still early, you quickly make a list for things to get to bake for the party this weekend. "Get out of my comfort zone. They call it a comfort zone for a reason. It's comfortable." you mumble to yourself as you look around your quiet living room. You rub your face, sighing, "fine. FINE!" You grab your house keys and leave, locking the door behind you.

You just let your feet take you where you want to go without thinking about it before you chickened out. I can do it. I can do this. I've killed infected! Been taken hostage and this is the scariest thing I can think of? You think to yourself as your pushing open the door to the bar.

There wasn't many people there. Oh thank god. You spot a couple of people probably just getting home from patrol, understandable to want a strong drink. Your eyes land on someone off in the corner, you'd traced those shoulders with your eyes a thousand times, the salt and pepper hair, glasses and a newspaper. Joel. "There goes the comfort zone." you mumble to yourself as you make your way to the bar. Feeling eyes on you made your eyes stick to the floor or right ahead. You were wearing jeans, boots and a thick sweater, being around town you tended to keep the jacket for when you're out of Jackson. Even in the winter you overheated easily. Ordering yourself a drink and take a spot at one end of the bar. It was tough to try and keep your eyes to yourself when you could see him from here. Stop being a creep and go over and talk. You thought. Finishing your first drink you order a second and drink about half of it before getting one for Joel. Taking both cups, you walk over. "I-I thought you could use another drink from a pretty lady." came from your mouth as you set his down in front of him and slid into the chair on the other side of his table.

Joel looks up from the newspaper he's reading, glasses on the tip of his nose. "Pretty woman you are yes. A second drink though? I don't know." he gave you a half smile and a quick wink before taking his glasses off. Heat filled your cheeks at that wink. Oh will you calm down, it wasn't anything crazy!

"Oh come on, are you driving?" you teased as you sipped your second drink slower than before. "Did you save some for Ellie? You did take three cookies." Joel looked down into the new cup you brought him to dodge the question.

"Girl like her don't need sugar." he countered. You couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"Guess I'm just gonna have to make some for just her." you threaten lightly.

Joel met your eyes this time, "oh you don't hav'ta do that. I'm sure there will be plenty for her to share."

You laugh at that response and nod. "Alright, you've pulled my arm, I'll make a batch for the both of you to share. Okay Joel? Sharing." the elder made a face at having to share and nodded nonetheless.

He mumbled, "I guess."

You stare down into your cup. Come on, just say it! Just ask! Worst he could do is say no. Just ask. You take a deep breath. "Look, yes I came to bring you a drink, cause I'm sure in some compacity you need it, or want to enjoy a quiet night. I have ulterior motives with my bringing it to you." you start. When you finally look up from your cup Joel is staring intently.

"More than okay to say no, my feelings will be hurt and that's my own probl-"

He cuts you off, "I'm old baby, get to the point before I expire." Heat warms your cheeks once more at just him calling you baby. Will you grow up! It's just a playful nickname he calls every younger woman!

"Yeah, right, right. So I want to get out of my comfort zone and be intimate with someone and you are the first, well only person that came to mind. And completely fine if you don't want to, I get it. Me being a fat girl, it's tou-"

Joel scoffs cutting you off, "that's a stupid excuse to tell ya no. I'm a grown man, bigger gal means I can just use you harder."

Every thought you had left your brain, your mouth closed as it watered at his words. You take a couple more sips from your drink, stomach rolling as what Joel said continued to replay in your head over and over.

"You alright?" Joel asked, waving a hand towards you to get your attention back.

"Y-y-yeah, yeah I'm fine..." you start and then shake your head. "No, I'm not alright, you didn't have to word it that way." your cheeks feel like you could cook an egg on them.

Joel huffed a laugh. "It's true, no need to beat around the bush. Now go ahead, get to yer point."

You lick your lips. "In short you are the first that comes to mind when the thought of sleeping with someone." you finish off your drink after that. "I would very much like to sleep with you Mr. Miller."

Hazel eyes just stare at you as he takes in your words; leans back in his chair. "Me?" was what was asked next.

"Yes you Joel."

"Me? Why me?" he questions more. He didn't sound disgusted, just really very confused.

Chewing your bottom as you literally couldn't even think of a lie what was the point? "Honestly? You're a smart, funny, attractive man, the relationship you and Ellie have." you start. "In short I have a crush on you, everyone but you knows, so yeah."

There wasn't anything left in your cup, so you resulted to putting your hands in your lap, wringing your fingers one by one. One of your legs shaking as you just waited for an answer.

"Me?" he still sounded confused. "A crush? For how long? And what do you mean everyone else knows but me?" there it is.

You look down at your lap as if you'd been scolded. "Three or so years." you trail off quietly.

Joel runs fingers through his hair and takes you in. A smile spreads across his face as he chuckles. Great now I'm being laughed at. Fuck you Gail and your fucking getting out of your comfort zone.

"I am very dense." came from Joel. "Ellie, she told me I'm dense when it comes to things like this." he chuckled again.

"I could of also said something, so it's on both ends." you try and counter.

"Yeah, but the food should have been my clue though. Breads, cakes, cookies, turnovers, left over soup, stews." he listed.

“I bake for others.” you try and counter and Joel shook his head.

“No the girl told me about you having a crush on me, I just took it as you being nice. Feeding us.” the elder explained. “I’m old baby, like maybe ten years tops. You really want a piece of me?”

“I think old age would be too peaceful for you Joel.” you tease. The texan huffed a laugh at that and nodded. “But yeah, yeah I definitely want a piece of you. It doesn’t have to be a full blown relationship, bu-“

Joel cuts you off again, “but you’d love for me to write my name inside ya huh?” he picked his cup up and drank, letting his question stew.

You shook your head. “Joel Miller. Where is all this language coming from?” the question is out of your mouth before you can even stop it. You liked it, of course you did.

The brunet laughed a little harder than before. "Just like to see you speechless, another clue that should of tipped me off." he countered.

“You can have me darlin’, we’ll just go with the flow.” cup in hand Joel finished the rest of his drink.

“Alright.” was all you said, really wanting another drink or just something to do with your hands. You look down at the table with empty cups. “Uh, could I put a rush on that delivery?” you ask. Joel gives you a smirk and nods.

“Oh you weren’t going home tonight after telling me that.” the brunet explained. Your stomach filled with liquid heat and you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together. Now noticing how wet you were. Your cheeks back to burning again.

“Good actually.” you try and get the courage up to say anything remotely as lewd as Joel. Your brain was already short circuiting from this whole interaction.

"I'll take the cups up then and we can get out of here." you stack the cups and bring them back up to the bar.

"Thank you. I'll be back this weekend for the party." you tell Seth.

"Z? Coming to a shindig at the Tipsy Bison? Very rare." Seth teased.

"Yeah, well I'm trying to be better at socializing." you shrug. "Have a good night." you turn to head back to the table you and Joel had shared and found he wasn't there anymore. You looked over to the coat rack, catching Joel pulling on his jacket.

"Are you coming for the thing this weekend?" came the question as you opened the door and followed Joel out of the Bison.

"Maybe, probably to just drop Ellie off and grab myself a plate of food." the elder shrugged about it. "Oh I forgot to ask m-"

"We can go to yours." you cut him off. "Don't want to make you have to head from the other side of town. Old bones in the cold and all." you toss in to tease him.

Joel scoffed at that, "I may be old, I ain't that damn old."

You followed Joel back to his house; you've made this trail a lot over the years. The reality of the situation actually clicking now, you start to play with your fingers as you walk into Joel's open door. He closed the door behind the two of you. "Take your shoes off, make yourself at home." came from the elder as he hung his jacket up.

"Alright." you say softly, kicking your boots off, dropping off in about an inch and a half in height. "I should mention...I," you start, chewing your bottom lip. Joel looks at you, gesturing towards the stairs of his house, large hand on the small of your back. Your skin grew hot under his palm, stomach in your throat.

"Take your time." came the soft reply as you both climbed the stairs. He leads you to his room, the bed unmade, a thick book about space on one of his bedside tables. The way his hand traveled along your spine made you shudder, goosebumps rose under your shirt.

"I’ma virgin." you spit out, coasting further into his room. Unfortunately putting more distance between you.

Joel watched you leave his side and walk away from him. A soft chuckle came from him. "How old are you darlin'?" he questioned, hands settling on his hips to look at you.

"I'm thirty five this fall." you reply, chewing your bottom lip. "I've read enough books to know what I'm kind of doing, I mean there's enough DVDs at the library if I'm being honest. I’m also real good at direction..." you ramble. You didn't notice Joel moved closer, reaching to take your hands that you had been playing with the whole time as you spoke.

"You're alright Zuri. We’ll take it slow, at any point you need me to stop I’ll stop.” Joel explains softly. “And if yer into me not stopping when you say, well, we can get into that next time.” the elder chuckled.

Your brain short circuited from that last sentence, heat filling your stomach again just thinking about that. “Next time?” you say.

Joel looked at you, still smiling. “Darlin’ I’m simple. You have kept me fed and showered with treats. I’ve been smitten too.” came his reply. “You think one time gonna be enough?”

You open your mouth and then close it, shaking your head in agreement. "No, no I don't think one time would be enough." came the quiet reply.

"We can go slow, sum kissin', touching where you're comfortable. You tell me when it's okay to continue." Joel outlined, still letting his thumbs run along the back of your hands. He was warm, the heat coming off him made it feel that all the ice you've kept up was slowly thawing.

"Now 'fore you try and tell me how I should be feelin' about this, I wanna kiss you." the elder gently teased, pulling you closer. His large hands settled on your hips and moved nowhere else.

"When I tell you I've been thinking about that for so long." you laugh, leaning forward to press your lips to his, hands cupping the sides of his face. The feel of his facial hair against your palm helped to know this was actually real. You open your mouth to him, Joel wastes no time in claiming you, tongues dancing, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when you try to pull away for air. God, he tastes just how I thought. Coffee, whiskey, and my cookies. You think to yourself as the kiss turns desperate the longer it continues, soft hums and groans coming from the elder had your stomach churning.

One of your hands move up into his hair, gently gripping at the nape of his neck. You pull away for air fully this time, your bottom lip swollen, your heart hammering, your underwear absolutely soaked. "This okay?" came the question from Joel as one of his hands on your hips moves, sliding up along your side to rest on your back. It almost made you want to pull away, having someone close to your rolls always made you uncomfortable. It being Joel, him asking just made you melt a little. You nod and press yourself closer to him.

"Good. How about this?" his other hand is moving before he finishes and that warm hand cups one of your plump cheeks, squeezing and helping you fit closer to him. It sends a shiver through you straight to your cunt.

"Y-yeah, that's fine." you tell him in a soft voice. Joel leans forward to kiss you again, a soft hum coming from him as he explores your mouth once more. The elder pulls from the kiss this time, lips make a trail along your cheek, jaw and down to your throat. The scratch of his facial hair made you squirm with a soft giggle; it tickled and also lit a fire.

You stare behind Joel as he's nuzzling into your skin, the scraping of his beard just continued to send a thrill through you. His teeth lightly nipping the skin, sometimes sucking a mark into you. Your neck was your weak spot and gods did Joel hit every mark. "F-fuck." you pant quietly against his shoulder, tugging his hair.

After switching to the other side of your neck he marked that one. A muffled moan escaping your mouth as you pressed into his shoulder to keep quiet. "I wanna hear everythin' you gots to say." Joel rasped in your ear, breath ghosting along your neck. When the brunet finally pulled from your neck you could still feel his teeth and tongue.

You lick your lips and just stare at his mouth. "You okay to keep going?" came the question.

"Yes please." you hum, nodding your head along with your answer. "I'm so fucking wet." your eyes dart up to his this time.

Joel's chuckling next, "good to hear."

You let your hands smooth along his shoulders and down his chest before they're settled at your sides again. "How do you want me cowboy?" you ask with a little smile, now the nerves kicking back in. Joel reached for you, gently tugging the hem of your sweater. "Yeah, that would be helpful." you agree, pulling the sweater up over your head and letting it pile on the floor. The shirt you had on was a crop top, your nipples were hard pressing through the fabric. Your stomach rolled over the top of the jeans you were wearing, stretch marks on display. The want to try and cover up; now that the pullover was gone was so damn strong.

Joel gave you a little smile, reaching to take his own shirt off it met the same fate as your first layer. He had a couple more layers than you did, he had you help him with some of them. The final one you bit the bullet, running your hands up under the fabric feeling hot skin dusted with hair; you were sure salt and pepper just like the hair on his head. You pushed the garment off and found the answer to your question.

The palms of your hands smoothed over his chest and arms, you could feel the muscle, you'd seen this man take on a couple of infected alone; regardless of the old age he complains so much about. Joel's hands went to your hips again, pulling you closer, letting his hands wander along your back, your ass, tease under your crop top. The callous feel of his hands on you had goosebumps rising on any ounce of skin that was exposed to the air.

"Let's get rid of these." came from Joel, reaching to remove his jeans. You watched and then did the same, undoing the button and pushing the zipper down. Your jeans hugged every inch of you, pushing them down to your ankles and stepping out of them. Under you wore a pair of boyshorts, they also hugged you in all the right places. You squeezed your thighs together, thoughts of how many different ways this could go. Cheeks heating as embarrassment also flooded your brain. You chewed your bottom lip as you took a deep breath and just pulled the crop top up and over.

Joel looked you over and gave you a smile. "My, can't wait to see what you taste like." he drawled. You blushed at that, the way his words felt like hands along your body. The elder took your hand and led you on over to his bed. You turned the tables on him and pushed him onto the bed. Joel smirked up at you, he was hard and already staining his boxers. You squat in front of him between his legs, hands gliding along his legs, up his thighs. You catch how his muscles tense as you touch him.

Seeing him standing at attention like that had your mouth watering. This wouldn’t be your first time doing this, you were pretty good you’d say so yourself. You wrap a hand around Joel, he jumped in your hand, he was thick and hot and throbbing. Leaning down to let your tongue lick him through his boxers, right where he’s made a mess of himself. He’s musky, almost earthy to you in his taste. A soft groan comes from him, his hands fisting the sheets on his bed to keep them to himself.

Joel shuddered, “Should take these off baby.” You look up at him, those pretty hazel eyes dark with want, his lips swollen from all the kissing you did. Letting his length go you take off his boxers and see him spring to action.

“Oh.” You gasp softly, seeing him now he’s big. You reach to take hold of him again, he jumps once more. He’s smooth in your hand, you can touch your fingers around, tip of your middle finger to the underside of the tip of your thumb. You lean forward, nipples catching the dusting of hair along his thighs it rose goosebumps on your skin. Joel reached forward to take one of them in his hands, rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb. You hum at the feel of those callous fingers abusing the nub. Licking your lips you lick up the elder’s shaft, loving the feel of him, you suck and lick until you can get the tip into your mouth. Swirling the muscle around him, feeling him gush in your mouth. You close your eyes and enjoy this, taking more of him, the weight of him on your tongue is everything to you.

A groan from the brunet above you. “Fuck baby.” Joel watched intently, your free hand coming to cup his balls as you took more of him into your mouth. His free hand came around to help keep your hair out of the way. You started to finally bob your head, tongue teasing the underside of his shaft. You kept your eyes on him as you took more of him into your mouth, gagging and coughing, slurping and moaning. He spread his legs wider and you got closer, closing your eyes now to savor this. Moaning around him had the elder cursing under his breath.

“You keep up like that and I ain’t gonna last long to be inside ya.” came from Joel, he was breathing hard, his cheeks were red. You finally pull off, licking your lips and seeing how sloppy and wet he was now. You were soaking wet, if you didn’t have your underwear on your juices would be making a mess of your thighs by now.

Joel patted the bed. “Come on up, it’s your turn to be tasted.” your stomach rolled at that, chewing your bottom lip you get to your feet. The elder hums softly looking you over again, he leans forward to kiss along your stomach, large hands fondle your thighs and sides. Then he’s taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You card fingers through his hair, earning a moan from him, he sucked harder and added some pressure with his teeth.

“O-oh fuck.” you pant, leaning into him. His hands coming up to cup your ass and press you closer. He switches nipples and abuses the other one, lightly raking your nails along his scalp has him working harder and biting hard on this nub. “J-just like that.” you whimper. Those calloused hands continue to touch and grope your thighs like he wanted you to sit on him. Just from the way he was holding you could feel his strength, that he could possibly be able to take your weight. Joel pulled from your breast and started to kiss along the valley between them, hands coming up to cup your breasts and tease both nubs at the same time now.

“J-Joel please.” you whine, squeezing your thighs together. You felt so damn empty and so fucking wet. He looks up at you and nods, pulling away and letting you get on the bed. He had you lay with your head on his pillows, large hands roamed along your calfs, lips kiss and nip skin as they go higher along your limbs. You can’t help but squirm, it still felt weird to have someone touching you like this. Joel spread your legs slowly when he needed room, callous finger tips brushed your inner thighs, lips kissed your fupa.

“It’s alright.” came the soft words from Joel. “I’ll talk you through this part. I’m gonna be a tease and play with you through your underwear.” He spread your legs wider, not being able to help himself from pressing his face into one of your inner thighs, kissing, gently biting. All of it went straight to your cunt, your hands stood at your sides, grabbing the sheets under you to have something to do with your hands.

You stutter, “D-do you want me to do anything?”

Joel shook his head. “Nope, just sit back and enjoy, if ya want me ta stop I will.” you nod your head and just look down and watch him. Your stomach rolled with nerves. It’s okay, we’ve gotten this far, he hasn’t done or said anything to make you uncomfortable, we got this. You thought to yourself as you watched. Joel switches thighs and does the same thing, you want to squeeze your thighs together so bad. Just seeing his board shoulders between your legs has you throbbing like never before.

“Alright, I’m gonna start usin’ my hands and mouth okay?” the brunet looked up at you, arms curling the underside of your thighs to hold you open for him. His fingers dug into the tops of your thighs, another show of strength you felt if you tried to move you wouldn’t be able to. That made your cunt throb, god you never thought you’d be into something like that.

You whine, squirming in his hold. “Joel please.” those hazel eyes crinkled, cradled by more crows feet as he chuckled softly. He bent and lightly licked you through your underwear, the feel of that heat had you gasping softly. Your legs tried to close around him, his hold held fast and that just made you squirm even more.

"Fuckin' soakin'. This all for me?" he questioned. You watched his eyes dart down to see the mess you were making in your underwear. This man was going to be the death of you, you knew it. You let go of the sheets you had been gripping since you got into this position. Joel continued to tease you with his tongue, his nose brushing your clit through the fabric. The feel of electricity that went through you, you could see his eyes look up at you when he heard an intake of breath. He did it again, this time pointing his tongue to abuse that bundle of nerves. The way your legs threatened to close very time, the curses falling from your mouth, one of your hands reaching to grab one of Joel's wrists. The other hand taking hold of the sheets once more. Your legs shook in his grip, wanting so bad to close around his head. He stroked your folds through the damp fabric, not letting up no matter how much you tried to move away from him he followed.

"Where you goin'?" he started, "Show's 'bout to start." his voice ran over your body in a wave then went straight to your core. Joel pulled away, letting your legs go. "Keep those open." the elder ordered, just as you were about to try and hide. He stood on his knees before you. He helped you pull your underwear down and tossed them to the floor like the rest of your clothes.

Joel got back into position, this time lifting one of your legs to go over his shoulder. Your instinct was to try and pull away cause of course your leg was definitely too heavy for him. "Ah, no. I'm a big boy, I can take it." he told you. What the fuck? Can he read my mind?

The elder chuckled, "Your face kinda gets this look like you're scared." He kissed along your stomach, hands soothing over skin on your thighs, your hips and stomach as well. It made you shiver at the feel of those rough hands touching you. He settled back between your legs, the leg not over his shoulder is kind of pushed to the side to open you up a little. You chew your bottom lip, the last time you got this far you having not shaved was an issue. Nothing from Joel yet, you were waiting for it.

"Yer fine princess, trust me. Ain’t no bush hurt anyone."

You finally let your bottom lip go, eyes darting down to the man between your legs. Joel didn't wait for an answer, he spread your folds open and you felt the first swipe of the flat of his tongue. The contrast between your pubic hair and his facial hair had your stomach doing summer salts. He didn't stop, tongue swirling around that bundle of nerves this time before he puckered his lips and sucked.

"O-oh!" came the quiet gasp from you. You watched as Joel didn't come up for air, the feel of his nose taking up the mantel for his tongue. "F-fuck." you curse, hips trying to press into his face more. Joel took that sign to press himself closer, hands slipping between your ass and bed cupping your cheeks to hold you there so there was no space between the two of you. The hand that had been gripping the sheets came around and ran through his hair, a groan came from him. You watched as he rutted into the bed as he continued to please you.

Your stomach tightened, mouth falling open as his tongue started to dart into and swirl around where you wanted him the most right now. Fingers tightening your grip in his hair had him doubling his efforts now, the sounds of him groaning and slurping whatever juices he brought to the surface. Your legs shook as he continued to devour you slowly, he took his time. Toes curling, arching into his mouth, soft moans and curses falling from your lips. That first orgasm hit you slow and hard.

"Fuuck Joel!" you sobbed, he held you as you shook apart right in front of him. Legs finally able to close around him, rutting against his face. Nails sank into his shoulder, marking him. You either wanted him closer for more, or to push him away from too much. You just wanted him inside you now for the love of God. The elder finally came up for air, beard covered in your juices, panting and licking his lips.

"That was appetizers baby. You're gettin' the main course soon. It makes it a little easier, won't hurt too much." he explained. Joel wiped his face and got to his knees once more, he took you in. He bent and kissed up your stomach and along your breasts before meeting your lips. You kissed him back lazily, your body felt like jello, small after shocks went through. When Joel pulled away from the kiss you stared up at him, catching your breath.

“Mr. Miller I need you inside right fucking now.”

The elder chuckled, “Alright, alright. It’s gonna be a little uncomfortable.”

“I don’t care, I want to be filled.” you demand.

Joel gives you a smile at that, “Yes ma’am.”

The elder moves towards you, one of your legs pressed against him, he kisses your ankle. Joel takes your other leg and looks at you. “I need you to hold this one for me baby.”

“Okay,” came your answer as you wrapped your arm around your leg and brought it towards your chest.

Joel praised you, “Jus like that, very good.”

“Fuck look at you. Making a mess of my sheets.” he licks his lips as he just stares. He takes cock in hand and gently slides himself through your folds. A groan came from him at how wet and hot you feel. You moan as the tip of him brushes your clit, nails sinking into the underside of the thigh you were holding.

“P-please, please Joel.” you whine, staring up into his face pleading. “Fuck me, write your name inside me like you said.” you bite your bottom lip as your cunt throbs empty and neglected.

The brunet meets your gaze, nodding as he gently slaps your folds with his length a couple of times. The sound of how wet and ready you were had you squirming under him again. He hits your clit and your eyes are darting back down between you. You wanted to watch him disappear inside you.

“Please, want you so bad. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please.” you beg. Your free hand slides between you and you take hold of his cock, pushing his hand out of the way. You rub him against you some more before the tip of his dick was catching on your hole.

“Right here please Joel?” you ask eyes meeting his face again. The elder groans at the feel of you and nods.

“Alright baby, I gotta go slow though. Going in all at once is gonna hurt.” his voice is husky, you can feel him throbbing in your hand. The leg pressed against him he pushes it back towards you by the back of your knee. He does this with the other, you feel him probing your entrance.

You didn’t hear a damn thing that man said all you were focused on was your core. He took the leg you were holding and did the same. You reached with your free hand now and spread your slick folds for him. “Right here, want you so deep I can taste you please.” you desperately ramble.

Joel groans as he watches you spread yourself for him. “Fuck baby. Want me so bad.” he groaned. He slowly started to feed you inch by inch. Your mouth fell open at the stretch, it was uncomfortable yeah, but after what felt like hours being empty it was perfect,

“Yesss.” you hiss, nodding. “D-don’t stop I want it all.” You reach for his hips to pull him closer, feeling more of him sink into you. The sharp pain was nothing compared to any other pain you've gotten, shot, stabbed, this added to the pleasure of being filled.

“Jesus christ Zuri.” he groans as he finally bottoms out and his hips are pressed to you. You moan as your filled completely, your hands run along his sides and up his chest. You couldn’t breathe it was so much and still felt like not enough. Joel pulled out a little then thrust back in. A moan falls from your lips. He does it again then again.

“Shit princess pussy grippin’ me so tight.” he pants watching himself disappear inside you. The sound of how soaked this man had you was music to your ears; you bit your bottom lip to keep quiet eyes fluttering close as you just enjoy the feel of him.

“Ah, I wanna hear you.” his hips stop moving and you whine. Your eyes open and you meet that heated gaze. “I don’t want you quiet.”

“O-okay, okay. I won’t be quiet please.” your eyes are locked on where you two were connected. Joel turned his head and kissed your calf as he started up another slow pace. You nodded watching him slide in and out of you. More curses and moans fell from your lips, soft breaths of his name. Just like before with his mouth he was taking his sweet ass time. Your hands roamed along his stomach and chest, nails gently raking his sides. The elder hissed at that, pressing his hips into you, trying to get himself as deep as possible. You nod, licking your lips as you stare up at him. Joel moans as he slides out, letting one of your legs go to settle on the bed. Your eyes dart back down between you and shake your head, reaching for his hips.

"No, where you goin'?" you question huskily, eyes meeting his again. The elder takes hold of his cock and slaps your folds again. A whimper leaves you, one of your hands reaching down to circle your clit with your index and middle finger as he teased you.

"Baby girl 'M 'bout damn near close to cummin'," he explained. Large hands glided along your body as he continued to rut against you. The slick slide of him between your folds drove you absolutely crazy.

You shake your head. "What happened to using me harder?' you asked. His hazel eyes met yours when you asked that.

"Fuck me into the bed Mr. Miller, wanna feel you long after you're done with me." you express. Something in his eyes told you he took that challenge. You reached for his arms and pulled him closer to wrap your arms around his neck; lips trailed a line along his throat, you kissed the skin there.

"Gonna be the death of me sweetheart." he panted against your shoulder. He pulled away just enough to kiss you, exploring your mouth once more. You reach between the two of you and line his cock up with your pussy. Joel slides back in and groans into your mouth. He pulled for air and to watch again as he sank into you over and over.

You sob, "Yes, harder. Fuck me harder Joel."

The brunet’s pace was slow deliberate, he slipped one of his arms under one of your legs to open you up a little more. The sound of your juices making both of you a mess, the feel of his balls teasing your puckered hole with every thrust. You moaned as he filled you again and again, hands settling on his biceps to hold on, to have something to do with your hands.

“H-harder please,” you whine staring up into his face. Joel nodded and started to ramp up his thrusts, soon he was pounding you into his bed. “Y-yes, yes, yes, yes.” you chant, nails sinking into his skin, your head nodding along. The leg that wasn’t being manipulated by Joel you wrapped around him wanting him closer if that were possible. The sound of Joel groaning into your breasts, the squelching from your weeping cunt as he pummeled your insides with his cock.

“Don’t stop, please so close, so close Joel.” you pant. You babbled to him, moaning loudly as he bit into one of your breasts. The elder sat up a little, hips never wavering. Hazel eyes taking in the mess between you two.

“Fuck baby, pussy makin’ a mess of me.” he licked his lips.

“I’ma try sum sweetheart let me know if you want me to stop.” came from Joel, he was panting. You nod starting up at him just whispering don’t stop. One of his hands came up and wrapped around your throat, he groaned as your cunt squeezed him at that. Your heart hammered in your chest at the feel of his large warm hand holding you by the neck.

“T-tighter,” you whimper, hand coming to grab his wrist. “Please.”

Joel tightens his hold. Your stomach rolls with want, you were so close. You close your eyes with your blood flow being hindered and him drilling into you. Finally that cord snapped and you came with a shout, nails digging into Joel’s wrist and bicep. He lets go of your leg and throat, you continue to babble his name. The elder cursed and kept going now chasing his own high.

“D-don’t you dare pull out.” you rasp looking up at him. His resolve was crumbling in front of you, he bent and kissed you quiet as his hips stilled and he filled you with a groan. Your legs tightened around him holding the texan to you, your arms going around his neck. When he pulled from the kiss he was panting, catching his breath.

“Holy shit.” came from the brunet as he laid on top, his full weight sinking into you.

“Holy shit is right,” you slur eyes still closed as your heart beat returns to normal. Hands roamed along his shoulders and back as you two laid there in the aftermath.

“I am so sorry for your sheets.” you apologize.

“Shut up.” Joel huffed a laugh. “Means you enjoyed yaself I’m not complaining.”

It was quiet for a little the room cooled, sweat dried on the both of you. Joel had closed his eyes and listened to your heart beat.

“Joel?! JOEL IS EVERYTHING OKAY?!” came from across the room. The elder jumped a little hearing his name being called. He wiped his face and sat up.

“No, don’t get up yet.” you whine, letting your hands drop to your stomach, legs falling open as he pulled out with a hiss. He went to the dresser where you can see a walkie talkie on it.

“Ellie, everything is fine.”

“I heard screaming, you sure everything’s fine?” came her reply. Your cheeks warmed from embarrassment at her words. You were so loud! Ellie fucking heard from the garage.

“Everything is fine. Just have a lady friend over.” Joel explained, shaking his head.

It was silent for a couple of seconds. “Oh…I’ll play a record then bye!”

Joel chuckled and turned the walkie off, stretching bones popping and a groan coming from the elder. You couldn’t move even if you tried to. Your legs felt like jello, your brain was still mush after that.

“You alright darlin’?” drawled the texan.

“Just a couple minutes,” you slur, turning onto your side cuddling into the pillow you were laying on. Joel watched as you got comfy a chuckle leaving him as he walked over.

“Take all the time ya need sweet.” he said letting his hand run along your thigh and pat your cheek. “Showers all yours when you need it.”

You yawn, “Thank you.” You nuzzle into his bed and end up falling asleep.

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[Fallout 3 - 4] Your old 'pals' Kaite and Lennie 14 years later. How are they still alive?

[stardustarchivess]

Meet Cosette Nancy Allen

Birthday: June 19th 1945

Age: 14 (as of 1959)

Face claim: Lana Turner

personality: soft spoken and only speaks when needed. very shy and tends to stick with people she knows and avoids big crowds the best she can

family: she lives with her mother, who is a housewife, and her dad who is an army commander. she has two older sisters and one younger sister

childhood: most of her childhood was spent moving from different states where he father was stationed. the longest place she stayed was south carolina. she was born in Austin, Texas and he father was often stationed there

warning: her meeting elvis/her childhood is heavily (heavily.) influenced by priscilla and her life and meeting elvis

aesthetic:

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Tears of a Villainess ⭑˚🗡️⭑ 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟

yandere!ocs x reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?

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Even though your parents are furious with you for breaking off your engagement, you don't regret what you did.

After all, how could you? The relationship with Alistair was doomed to fail anyway. He's destined to fall in love with the heroine and would ultimately have ended the engagement of his own accord. But even if you make sure not to antagonize the main character, there's no telling what this universe has in store for you. It's highly likely that your death flag will activate the moment the canon plot is set in motion, and when that happens, you need to be uninvolved as humanly possible.

You made the right choice. Granted, you ruffled some feathers in the process, but you still think it's better to nip a problem in the bud rather than let it fester and screw you later on.

Your father isn't having it, though.

"The Calderwood family won't even speak to me!" he fumes, stomping around your room like some huffy preschooler. "I requested an audience with Duke Calderwood, and he snubbed me outright! What a disgrace you've brought upon this family! Do you feel no shame whatsoever!?"

Hardly any, to be honest.

You fiddle with a lock of your hair, visibly disinterested. At the end of the day, you're just looking out for yourself, and the best way to do that is to ensure none of the crucial characters have anything to do with you. It sucks if you hurt Alistair's feelings, but you'll gladly take that over dying a gruesome death. You know what your priorities are, and you intend to stick to them.

Surely your father would prefer having a living, breathing daughter over a dead one, no?

"I'm sorry, father. But like I said, I genuinely don't think that relationship would have lasted. Alistair didn't seem to care for me much either. I'm willing to bet he would have ended the engagement at some point, whether I took the initiative or not."

"Such shamelessness," your father scoffs. "Everything you say is completely and utterly preposterous. Do you really take me for a fool?"

I mean, those are just the facts, but whatever floats your boat, I guess.

He clenches his jaw. "I told you the other day that you would regret your selfish actions, but it seems like you have yet to com to terms with the weight of the situation. But don't worry. Starting today, you'll learn remorse. I'm going to put you through hell to make you wish you never acted out in the first place."

You gulp. He's saying he's going to put you through hell, and that certainly didn't sound appealing. Shit. You knew ending things with Alistair was bound to have consequences, and ultimately, you still think the safest choice, but you can't deny that you're feeling pretty nervous right now.

What is he going to do to you? Is he the type of parent to enact physical discipline on his child? Does he intend to slowly deprive you of your meals, or confine you to a small, prison-like room for days to end?

Truly, the possibilities are endless, and the more you imagine it, the more terrified you become.

Shit is about to hit the fan.

"...I want you to complete all of this by the end of the day."

You blink. There's been a change in locatioon, and you're currently in one of his offices. Your father dragged you here against your will while you screamed bloody murder. Since you're still very much unfamiliar with the layout of the manor, you were convinced he was taking you to one of the secret torture chambers.

But no, it's just an ordinary office, equipped with an impressively large collection of bookshelves, as well as the desk you're sitting at.

You watch, somewhat mystified, as your father slams a notebook down in front of you, along with a few pens and pencils.

"All of these questions," he repeats. "You are to finish every single one of them by the end of the day. And you won't be permitted to leave this room until you do. If you end up having to stay up all night to work on them, I don't care. This is what you get for acting with no regard to your own family."

...this is your father's idea of a punishment?

"I know how much you hate doing academic work," he smiles smugly. "I understand if you feel like crying. But I really have to put my foot down this time. You've simply gone too far. It's time for you to learn that you can't always get what you want."

You stare at him in disbelief.

He's either fucking with you, or you've totally lucked out and discovered that your father isn't at all the scary, strict parent you assumed he was.

"So... I have to solve all these math problems," you clarify. "And once I do... I can leave and get on with the rest of my day."

Your father snorts. "Well, sure. But we both know you won't be getting out of here anytime soon. And don't misunderstand. This isn't only a one-time punishment. From now on, you'll be expected to study every single day. Did you think I was kidding? You made a grave mistake, and you need to face the consequences."

"A-Alright," you stammer, doing your best to keep a straight face. It's tremendously difficult not to laugh, because you got a pretty good look at most of those math problems.

Needless to say, this is going to be a piece of cake.

Your father heads to the door, but he stops before leaving to glare pointedly at you. "I'm serious," he warns. "I have a servant posted by the door who will inform me if you dare to snea kout before completing your work. There's no way out of this. I'm afraid you're just going to have to suffer, my dear."

"I understand, father." You make a big show of nodding your head with a somber, repentant expression. "It's going to be hard, but I'll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me."

He shakes his head and mutters something to himself - probably that you're stupid and have no chance of finishing all these questions in time - then he finally leaves the room.

The moment he's gone, you crack your knuckles.

"Adorable," you muse. "He thinks this is a lot of work? For a modern-age university student with virtually no sleep schedule?"

Spoiler alert: it isn't.

You get down to the grindm and just as you predicted, tis may as well be child's play for an overworked student such as yourself. You're used to having to meet unreasonable deadlines, having to work with uncooperative group members to complete massive projects and earn a decent grade. And of course, you're also no stranger when it comes to cramming desperately the night before an exam.

This is, to put it simply - light work.

But it seems like the villainess wasn't exactly the brightest of the bunch (which is really no surprise), because the servant posted at the door lets out a flustered squal once you step out of the room.

"Lady [Name]!" he exclaims. "Please, get back inside the room immediately! Your father specifically told me not to let you leave until you finished all your work!"

"But I have finished," you say simply.

"You... what?"

"I'm done. I solved all the problems."

You lift up the notebook and start turning pages so that he can see every question has been completely filled in.

The servant's jaw drops open.

"U-Um," he splutters nervously. "That is... well, I mean... I-I myself am not educated enough to review these, so I will need to get your father's opinion on this matter. Please, wait right here!"

He runs off without a moment's delay, and soon enough, you hear a loud voice booming across the hallway.

"...what do you mean she's already done?"

Your father must think you're trying to pull a fast one on him, because he seems just about ready to explode when he storms up to you. He even shakes his fist in frustration. Not with the intention of hurting you, but more to say, seriously? You're really going to try this shit with me?

[Name], I'm not even a little amused," he scowls. "I thought I made it very clear that you are not to leave this room until you finish all the work I've assigned you!"

"I really have completed all the questions, though," you insist, handing him the notebook. "Here. Please take a look. I wanted you to check my answers in case I made any mistakes."

He scoffs derisively and snatches the notebook from your hands, clearly prepared for disappointment. "Just to be clear, I meant that you need to solve them. As in, answer all the questions properly. You can't just scribble random nonsense and call it a day-"

He stops rambling mid-sentence. You watch, rather amused, as his eyes dart across the pages you've filled in. All of a sudden, he isn't bitching you out anymore, and you have a pretty good feeling why.

"They're... they're all correct," he mumbles in disbelief. "But how is this possible? You're just... you've always been so..."

Stupid? Tactless? A complete waste of a character?

"...so bad at studying!" he exclaims.

Ah. It looks like he decided to go with a milder insult. What a considerate father he is.

"I've worked really hard," you state matter-of-factly. "I feel horrible about letting you down, and I want to prove I'm capable. From now on, I intend to be disciplined and driven, every single day."

Your father takes several steps back, and he raises his hands defensively, looking as though he's just seen a ghost.

"S-Something isn't right..." he mumbles, visibly pale. "You, there! Are you positive [Name] never left the room? Is it possible she snuck out at some point and got someone to solve these questions for her?"

The servant furiously shook his head. "I assure you, my lord, I was right there standing watch the whole time! Nobody entered or left the room. I swear on my life."

Even though he was clearly trying to be reassuring, it seems his words have had the opposite effect.

Your father looks even more distraught.

[Name], what's the matter with you?" he asks in a hushed, almost fearful tone. "You're acting strange. Even your mother was saying that you didn't quite seem like yourself the other day."

He's suspicious. And why wouldn't he be? You're not his actual daughter. In fact, you're an entirely different person - from a different reality, at that.

Perhaps most people would say the smartest thing to do is play the role you've been given. To emulate the villianess, [Name], and do your best to convince everyone that you're the same insufferable scumbag they've always known.

And if you had been transmigrated into virtually any other body, that's probably what you would have done.

But living the way [Name] did -by making enemies left and right- is a recipe for disaster. You've already seen her story play out, and you know how it ends.

In horrible, painful death.

So, yes. You're not exactly being subtle about your approach. People are bound to notice that you're not an abusive brat all of a sudden. They're going to be flabbergasted by your behavior, and it's practically unavoidable.

You've already decided how you want to live in this world. Here, you will completely rebrand the woman known as [Name], and you will rid yourself of this miserable 'villianess' status. It's unfortunate that your parents can't seem to recognize their own daughter, but they'll just have to come to terms with it.

From now on, you're [Name.]

And so, you smile.

"I apologize, father. I understand why this change must be shocking to you. But I realized recently that I want to build a different kind of life. I'm ashamed of the way I've behaved until now. It's time for me to grow up and start doing things differently. This is a promise I made to myself."

Both your father and the servant still appear to be visibly stunned. Well, it's not exactly the kind of transformation that's easy to swallow, you suppose. It's basically the equivalent of a caterpillar turning into a butterfly.

"I promise to work very hard from now on," you say. "I'll show you that I can find a respectable man to take Alistair's place, and I'll keep up with my studies as well. If I do a good job and prove I am serious about this, will you forgive me for ending this engagement?"

Your father struggles to find the words. "I-I suppose and that would be acceptable, but-"

"Great! Again, I really am sorry about what happened. But everything will work out in the end. You'll see."

Befor ehe cn even think of a response, you've already taken to happily skipping down the hallways, humming a tune as you do.

He blinks repeatedly.

"What in the world just happened?"

Since you completed all your work, as promised, your father leaves you alone for the rest of the day. It turns out that neither of your parents in this world is particularly strict. Certainly not as strict as your real parents, at least. Well, they died a few years back, which you figure is probably for the best, otherwise they'd be mourning your absence right about now.

Anyways, the Alistair situation seems to have been resolved. As long as you prove that you can excel academically, and you eventually marry some other rich, successful man, it sounds like your family will leave you to your own devices.

Now, you finally get to do the thing you've most been looking forward to.

"Let's get out of town!" you exclaim.

Fiona, who you've since learned is your designated personal maid, tilts her head to the side while folding some sheets into a drawer.

"Into town, my lady? Are you sure it would be alright for you to do that? I worry your father might get awfully upset again..."

It hasn't been long since you've awoken in this world, and naturally, she's still quite afraid of you. Still, you can tell that she's slowly starting to let her guard down. At first, she was visibly confused and probably thought that you were putting on an act, but it seems like she's starting to realize that you've geuinely changed for the better.

"I finished all the work he gave me," you beam. "He seemed really surprised I managed to answer every question correctly, and in such a short time too. I asked him if I'm allowed to leave the manor, and he said I could."

Seriously. You're definetly not complaining about it, but your parents don't really know how to put their foot down and give you a proper punishment. You figured you would basically be under house arrest after breaking up with Alistair.

It's really no surprise that the villainess turned out to be a spoiled brat.

Fiona stands up and dusts her apron off. "Th-That's very impressive, Lady [Name]. I had no idea you were so smart."

There's a pause, and then she lets out a gasp, having just realized what she said.

"I-I didn't mean to say that I thought you were unintelligent!" she insists. "I always knew that you were smart, but um... um... I just didn't know you were extremely smart! R-Right. That's what I meant. Please don't... please don't be upset with me..."

She whimpers, shoulders trembling uncontrollably. Unfortunately, it looks like you still have a long way to go before she feels comfortable around you, and doesn't live in constant fear that she'll be punished for saying the wrong thing.

"Don't worry, I know what you meant," you chuckle. "I take no offense to it. Besides, it's completely understandable that you would be shocked. My father certainly was. I have to admit, I wasn't exactly working hard before. I didn't put much effort in. But now that I'm actually taking things seriously, it shows."

Fiona lets out a sigh of relief. "O-Of course, my lady. It's very cmmendable that you've decided to put in your best effort."

"Anyways, long story short, my father agreed to let me go out. Since I want to head into town, would you mind accompanying me? Even though I have permission to leave, he still doesn't want me going all by myself. ANd I'd definitely prefer to take you over someone else."

"You'd... prefer to go with me?" Fiona blinks, incredulous.

"Of course! I know you the best out of everyone, so you're obviously my favorite," you happily state.

Fiona takes a few moments to let your words sink in, and it semms like she must be pretty flattered, because she makes a shy face and blushes fiercely.

"I-I'm honored that you would say that," she mumbles, still too flustered to look you in the eye.

Oh my god. She's so cute! I just want to hug her and squish her cheeks.

"If you'll have me, then I'll gladly accompany you," she nods. "Please let me know if there's anything I need to bring along. I'll pack everything into a bag."

"Don't worry about tht. I'm not bringing anything with me. I just want to go out for a little stroll around town and stretch my legs."

You're not really lying. It's not like you have anything specific in mind, but ever since you got here, you've been wanting to explore as much as you can. After all, it's not every day you get reincarnated into a fictional world. You figure it is time to let you inner fangirl out.

And so, with Fiona at your side, you hop into a carriage and take a quick trip to the center of town.

"... holy shit, it looks even cooler than I thought it would!"

You're so excited that you accidentally voice your thoughts aoud, but thankfully, Fiona doesn't think much of it. Considering how crazy you've been acting lately, she doesn't really dwell on most of what you say.

Anyways, you're actually here! It's kind of amazing when you think about it. There's so much of this world that you have yet to explore - all sorts of places that you saw in the game - and it's unreal that it's all right within reach.

It's not like your old life as horrible or anything, but you have to admit that this new one is endlessly more exciting.

Well, setting aside all the different ways you could die, of course.

Fiona offers you an encouraging smile. "Lead the way, my lady. You've worked really hard, so you more than deserve this break."

Honestly, you wouldn't consider doing a few pages of math problems that hard, but you'll take the praise regardless.

It goes without saying, but you don't really know where you're going. There are a few spots that you caught glimpses of while playing the game through the heroine's point of view, but this world obviously has a lot more to explore than what was shown.

Good thing you've got no place to be.

"Let's go there," you point excitedly, "and also there. After that we'll stop by there. Oh! And it looks like they've got all kinds of food stands scattered about. I want to try everything. Even if it seems like I'm about to puke, please dont try to stop me. I'm willing to take the risk."

Fiona stammers out a few protests as she desperately tries to keep up with your breakneck pace. You could certainly afford to take your time, but you want to see as much of the town as possible. There's a bunch of other places you want to visit too. It's hard to pace yourself when this is such an incredible-

"Thief! That man stole from me! Someone stop him!"

You turn around in a hurry, and sure enough, some guy is sprinting down the street as if his life depends on it. He's holding a big brown bag filled to the brim with fruits and vegetables, it seems. A petty theft, but a theft nevertheless.

Hold on, isn't this the perfect opportunity? If I step in to catch a thief, surely your horrible reputation will have to improve.

A smile spreads across your lips. What luck! It looks like you'll be able to demonstrate your endless generosity even sooner than expected.

Fiona starts pulling on your arm. "Lady [Name], please be careful. We should get out of the way and-"

"Halt, thief!"

Ignoring Fiona's protests, you step into the middle of the street and stand there with your hands squared upon your hips. You're still a noble, after al. Your words and actions carry a lot of weight around these parts. He'll have to think twice about stealing.

Except your act of bravery doesn't exactly go over the way you planned, and instead of being intimidated by your authoritative presence, the thief grits his teeth.

He also pulls out a knife.

"Get the hell out of the my way, bitch!"

Oh, balls.

It looks like you mght have bitten off more than you can chew. Fiona outright screams at the sight of the man charging straight towards you, knife pointed outwards, and she pulls you back so hard that you trip and fall to the ground.

There you lie, helpless and vulnerable, but fortunately, you are spared.

"...I'd avise you to stop running while I have both of your legs."

It takes a moment for your disoreintation to fade, but you swear you hear the sound of a sword being drawn.

Hardly two seconds later, the knife the thief was holding is knocked onto the ground, mere inches away from you.

The thief has been apprehended.

"Are you alright, my lady?"

Someone approaches you. It's a man, but the sounds of it, and the same one that just spoke earlier. You groan weakly. It certainly wasn't a pleasant fall, but you're glad Fiona acted in time, otherwise you might not have evaded the thief's knife.

"Here," the same man says, offering you his hand. "Allow me."

"Oh, thank you."

You blink away the fuzziness in your eyes and reach up to grab the man's hand. His grip is strong, and he pulls you to your feet with ease.

Finally, you meet his gaze.

And all the blood drains from your face.

"You're not hurt, are you?" he frowns, examining you for any possible injuries. "What you did just then was incredibly reckless. You never know whether or not these criminals are armed, not to mention that a young lady such as yourself shouldn't be taking on that kind of risk. Please be more careful from now on."

You didn't know how to respond. Try as you might, the words just won't form.

This man... you know him. In fact, you know him shockingly well. Having played through the game for hours on end, you couldn't possibly forget his face, not even if you tried.

His name is Carmine Mortis, he's a knight, and he is yet another one of the heroine's love interests.

But if things go wrong...

He is also the man who will publicly execute you.

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‘In the Line of Duty’ (series)

Military masked man x Fem!Reader(Rookie) Pt. 1

Word count: 1079 😭 (might do a whattpad)

You were fresh out of high school and did all you could to get into whatever dream of independence you had... which someone turned into a midnight bar drunken breakdown. You realized you had no fucking idea what you were doing with your life. The morning after, the weight of your choices hit you like a ton of bricks, and a wave of panic set in. Desperate to find some direction and stability, you impulsively walked into a recruitment office and signed up for the military. It seemed like the only viable option at the time, offering a sense of purpose and a steady paycheck.

As soon as you got home, you had another breakdown realizing what you had done. Out of all of them, why the Marines? No offense to them but the amount of blood that would be on your hands in the near future makes you want to cry and puke. Sure you could just quit but you didn't wanna seem too much of a pussy.

By the day you had to be sent to basic training, you thought to yourself that you had no choice. You were committed to it, and you were determined to make the best of it. You took a deep breath and hopped onto the bus. Nothing but yelling from the time you got on and when you got off.

You felt your heart sink as the reality of the situation set in. You knew you had to make the best of it, but you had no idea how. A recruit walking with me. Didn’t look older than 20, bright and fresh out of a failed semester of college…

Brown hair, brown eyes, skinny, about 5,6

“You ready for 13 weeks of hell?” He said with a laugh

“I’m gonna fucking die.” You swear you have a grey hair or two

“Ah- you didn’t do your research, did you?” He snickered.

You take a deep breath and try to relax. You realize he was joking, and you smile back. “I was drunk the day after I signed up for the Marines” you muttered

He laughed and slapped your back, “It's ok, I was too.” You both laughed and went on with your day. “I thought my parents were gonna kill me when I failed college.”

“This base has a lot of donations so from what I heard we get a dorm with three other people instead of getting sick and a big ass barrack room.” He nudged your shoulder

Before you could respond you all are brought inside to empty your bag of any personal stuff you thought you would need, but, there was barely anything you brought you needed, you got your ass chewed out a lot for the stuff, but a good idea to bring face stuff…

After you got your uniform and blah, blah, blah, dorms…blah, blah, blah. The first phase was physical training m, no fun outing limits but at least you weren't the fake orange blondes who ended up in the ER after trying to show off by not pacing themselves during a two-mile run.

By the end of the day, you were ready to fall asleep for a whole day, which wasn't the case because it turns out you get less sleep here than in college. The aching in your muscles wasn't any better

One thing you didn’t complain about i how your uniform seem to hug you in all the right places. So much for being a Vitoria secret model, you were serving the country with ass, tits, and waist.

There was a change up one day in workouts, it wasn't your drill instructor, she had to go out for a family emergency and the other had gotten a new batch of rookies so they had their hands full.

He was tall, tall, like Russian tirmanator from the movies. 6,7, bear built, very muscular, like if he squeezed you with his hands your body would shatter, his skin wasn't pale but wasn't very tan either, he has icey cold grey eyes, no blue…not green. Grey. Maybe even silver. He wore a camo balaclava only showing his eyebrows and eyes, from the look of his brows he had dark brown hair underneath the mask. He had the normal pt gear of drill sergeants but from the look of his rank, he was much higher than any sergeant.

The new person in charge was strict and made you work harder than anyone else. You had to work through the drills without stopping and your only option was to keep going until you were done. It was a difficult day but you got through it.

But you couldn't lie when he yelled or did workouts you got wetter than reading smut off an illegal site.

The higher-ups had agreed to keep him working as our PT instructor so we wouldn’t slack.

But by the end of the second week he had disappeared, rumored that his wife cheated with an Air Force twink, a pretty nasty divorce. They said it might take more than two years to go through court.

You were standing in formation with the others as the lady drill instructor just got off the phones, looking at all of us she points at you.

“Cadet (last name), you may fall out of formation. I need you to take these papers down to First Lieutenant Lewandowski.” She handed you the papers and you went on your way

You saluted the officer and made your way to his office. Opening the door you find your old drill Instructor, no ring on his finger but still the same terrifying build, at least he didn’t give up on self-care after the divorce.

He was sitting in front of the computer, rubbing his eyes with a stressed and distraught face. You placed the papers down softly so as to not make anything worse on him. You want to ask how he is but you were only a rookie who didn’t even know the dudes First name.

But he seemed to sense it as he looked down at the papers and back to you, a stare that would make Satan curl up in a ball. “I do not mind if you ask. It would be deeply appreciated.”

You nodded with hesitation “Are you okay? Uhm… Lutienetate” You both knew the answer

“First Lutienate,” he said with a deep but soft tone

“Frist Lutienate…” you whispered

“Sit down.”

“Yes sir.”

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In Living Color

Chapter 27

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 4,096

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: None.

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September 16th, 2022

It didn’t matter that the sun was barely starting to peek in through the windows, or the fact that this week had been nothing short of exhausting for him, or even that he had flown across the country late last night, Chris couldn’t sleep. He had managed to close his eyes and get a few hours of rest, but most of it had been completely restless as his brain swirled with so many noisy thoughts. 

Chris laid there in that tiny bed, looking at Nat next to him as she was softly illuminated by the early morning sun and all he could feel was sick to his stomach. He saw the tear stains on her cheeks and bags under her eyes along with feeling how frail her frame was underneath his touch as he rested his hand on her waist and gently brushed her skin with his thumb. He remembered how only months earlier, he had come to San Francisco to make sure that their lives wouldn’t go separate ways. He knew they were meant to be together, he knew he wanted them to be together, so much so that he had that ring that he couldn’t wait to give her. 

But in all this time over the summer he had no idea that she was sitting across the country completely miserable and that almost scared him more than anything. How could he have missed all of this? Why hadn’t she plainly told him how much she hated it here? Why did he ever call off his trip here last month and go home instead? How much farther would it have gone if Jamie hadn’t called him? And that was the thought that made his stomach churn. 

Tears started falling down his cheeks as he looked at her sleeping next to him and couldn’t help but think that something so easily could have happened to her. How easily it would have been for her to get to even a worse point than she already was without him having a clue. She had been here struggling along with each day completely alone. His body shook with his crying as he thought about losing her, knowing that was something he just couldn’t handle. 

He didn’t mean to wake her, wanting her to give her body the rest it so desperately needed but he just couldn’t stop his tears and the noise and shaking caused Nat’s puffy eyes to flutter open as she groggily asked, “Chris? What’s wrong?” 

But he couldn’t respond. All he needed then was to feel her. To know she really was here. He wrapped his arms around her delicate frame and pressed himself against her, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he heavily cried. Nat didn’t ask anything, instead just held him back just as tight and he felt a few of her own tears spilling on him. 

There in the stillness and darkness of the morning, Chris whispered, “I could have lost you Nattie. I could have lost you and I didn’t even know what was going on.” 

“I…I tried to tell you,” she admitted, her voice shaky and nearly silent. “I just didn’t know how.”

“Promise me if this ever happens again, you’ll be honest. I can’t lose you, Nattie, I just can’t,” Chris told her, feeling his heart race with that thought. He didn’t know how he’d go on if she wasn’t around, how he’d breathe without her by his side, tucked against him everyday. 

“I promise I will,” Nat whispered. She took a shuddering breath as she wiped her eyes, adding, “I love you Chris and I just…” 

“I know,” he interrupted, nodding a bit to himself. “I love you too, baby.” 

He lifted his head, bringing his weepy eyes to look at her before leaning in to kiss her softly, reminding her silently that they were in this together. They were a team and nothing was going to pull them apart. Chris reached over to tuck a piece of curly hair behind her ear before apologizing, “I’m sorry I woke you. Try to go back to sleep, you need the rest.” 

Nat nodded, her eyes already beginning to slip shut as the exhaustion once again took over. “Are you going to sleep more?” She mumbled as she rested her head further back against the pillow, rolling onto her side to face Chris. 

“I think I’m going to go get some coffee but I’ll be here when you wake up,” he whispered back, his hand moving up and down her side slowly until she drifted back off to sleep. Once he was sure she was out, he slipped out of the bed slowly, making his way out of the bedroom and shutting the door behind him, finding his mother slowly making her way through the kitchen. 

A small sideways smirk slipped onto his lips as he made his way through the small apartment, the floorboards creaking underneath his feet. “So I’m not the only one who couldn’t sleep, huh?” He asked quietly, grateful as he watched Lisa turn on the coffee maker. 

She looked over her shoulder at him with an arched eyebrow as she replied, “Is that really surprising? You’re just worried about Nat, but I have you to worry about too.” 

He nodded in understanding, leaning the small of his back against the old countertop as he stretched his aching, tense muscles. “I just don’t know how this happened,” he admitted, his voice low.

“Did Nat really not say anything about it?” 

Chris shrugged as he thought. He’d overanalyzed everything from the last six months, scrolling back in their texts as far as he could, trying to read between the lines. “Well looking back now I remember her telling me how hard it was to settle here and I know I should have asked her more about it but I just never imagined it was like this,” he explained, rubbing his hand over his face in frustration. “I never should have stayed home before filming, I should have come here and then I would have known.” 

“You can’t go back now, honey. But we can help Nat through this,” Lisa encouraged him, filling a mug with coffee and a splash of creamer before she put it on the counter next to him so she could do the same for herself. 

“She told me she feels like failing at this job is failing at her dream,” Chris recalled, sighing before he took a sip of the coffee. “I don’t know how to make her see that’s not true.” 

Lisa stood across the tiny kitchen from Chris, only a few steps away. “I don’t know that she will see that it isn’t true, because it is true in her mind. I think instead of trying to change her mindset, you just need to be there for her,” she began, and Chris knew she was right, but it seemed like a rather impossible task to get themselves out of this hole.

“I don’t feel like I’ve done a good job at that,” he admitted while he stared down at his feet, his cheeks blushing a bit sheepishly. 

“Well you can now,” Lisa encouraged. 

“I just feel like this is my fault. Maybe if I wasn’t so busy, or maybe if I hadn’t suggested we go public at the Lightyear premiere things would be better… I know being in the spotlight isn’t something she wanted,” Chris explained, his brows furrowed as he thought back to that day, at how nervous Nat was to see the chatter online after. “I mean, I fuckin’ bought her a ring to propose to her while she was across the country completely miserable.” 

“Chris, you can’t try to find the solution in the past,” Lisa told him firmly, and he knew she was right. She nearly always was and she always knew how to guide and encourage not only him and his siblings, but anyone else who came to her for advice as well. “There’s nothing you can do differently about the past, all you can do is handle things right now. I think what you need to focus on is what you know you want.” 

He frowned, looking over at her as he asked, “What do you mean?” 

“What is it that you want?” 

“I just… I just want Nat. I want to be with her and I want her to be okay,” he decided after a moment of thought, knowing that that simple idea was all that mattered to him anymore after seeing just how low she’d been. 

Lisa nodded, a warm, comforting smile on her lips. “Then try to come at everything from that angle. Don’t beat yourself up, don’t try to figure out where it went wrong, just remember you love her and want to help her and just try to do those two things right now,” she encouraged.

Chris nodded, knowing that she was right, but it still felt so daunting to him. Seeing just how much Nat was falling apart absolutely terrified him and for her to actually admit how much she hated it here made him aware of just how bad it must be. The heaviness in his heart had him feeling so downcast, thoughts churning over and over in his head while he occupied his time with cleaning up the messy apartment… just another sign at how much Nat was struggling to handle everything. 

It wasn’t until both he and Lisa heard movement in the bedroom that Lisa grabbed her purse and told him that she was headed to the grocery store. He knew that Nat’s cabinets were bare but he also was thankful for the space his mother was giving so that they could have some time alone. Chris was just pouring her a cup of coffee when he saw her messy curls poke out of the bedroom, that frail little frame shuffling out as he instantly pulled her into his embrace the moment she was close enough. 

“I was going to bring you coffee. Ma went out for a bit to get some groceries, ” he muttered while kissing the top of her head. When she didn’t respond, he dipped his head to look at her distressed face, asking, “Do you want to go back to bed?” 

“…I probably shouldn’t,” She bit at her bottom lip, knowing as depressed as she was, she needed to try to get out of the place where she’d spent the majority of her time. 

Chris just rubbed her back before glancing over at her couch, situated right by the big window that was letting the morning sunshine pour in and knew that always helped, suggesting, “Let’s just go sit on the couch, honey.”  

With her coffee in one hand and his other arm securely around her shoulders, they slowly made their way to the couch. Chris sat down while Nat curled up, her back against the armrest while her legs were resting in Chris’ lap. He draped a blanket over their laps, tucking Nat in before he handed her the coffee and then let his warm hand rub along her leg. He decided not to say anything right now, just letting her sip her coffee. Chris was deep in his thoughts, trying to figure out what the hell to do when he was surprised, finally hearing Nat’s almost unrecognizable small voice hesitantly speak up.

“I don’t… I don’t know…” Nat trailed off, tears instantly clouding her vision as Chris looked at her with such concern, it made her heart ache.

“Don’t know what, baby?” He leaned in slightly, his voice soft but insistent. “You can tell me. I’m here for you.”

“I just don’t know… what to do,” Nat’s voice cracked, her words barely above a whisper. “I’m so miserable, Chris.” She could feel the weight of the world on her chest, and no matter how hard she tried to breathe, it felt like the air just wasn’t enough.

“It’s going to be okay, Nattie.” Chris’s hand found its way to her back, rubbing soothing circles as he tried to calm her. “I’m going to make sure you’re okay. We’re going to figure this out, I promise.”

“I don’t even know how to figure it out. Everything just feels so overwhelming,” she said, her voice faltering with exhaustion. It felt like she was stuck in a never-ending loop, and no matter which direction she turned, nothing made sense anymore.

“Do you feel like you want to talk it through a little?” Chris asked gently, trying to help her untangle the mess of thoughts swirling in her mind.

“…I just… I just need help,” Nat admitted, her chest tight with the weight of her words. It felt so hard to ask for help, but the longer she fought it, the harder everything became.

“That’s why I’m here, baby. I’m here to help you and I’m not leaving you until we’ve got some solutions,” Chris’s voice was firm yet warm, his determination matching the depth of his love for her. “You told me something earlier that I can’t stop thinking about though… that you failed at your dream.”

“I did,” Nat replied in a hollow voice, the words heavy with defeat.

“Why was this your dream, though?” Chris asked, his brow furrowing in concern. “I mean, Nattie, you’re an artist and a damn good one. That’s a completely different skill set than managing artists.”

“I don’t know,” she murmured, shaking her head slightly. “I guess I just… I saw my dad work so hard to support my dream all my life, and I wanted to be successful. I wanted to have the job that said I’d made it.” Her voice trembled with the weight of her own vulnerability. “I wanted to make him proud, I guess. I thought if I could prove I’d ‘made it’ in the way he would understand, it would make everything worth it.”

Chris felt a pang in his chest, knowing how deep her desire for approval ran, especially after losing her mom at such a young age. He could see the thread that tied her present struggles to that past pain—her fear of not measuring up, of being the “black sheep” in her family, of never fully fitting into the mold she’d hoped to fill.

“It’s okay that sometimes things don’t work out, though,” he said gently, trying to reassure her. “It’s not a reflection of you, Nattie. At the end of the day, it’s just a job. It’s not who you are.”

Her eyes met his, but there was still that deep fog of uncertainty behind them. Chris’s heart ached as he watched her struggle, as she curled up tighter on the couch, arms wrapped around herself as if trying to hold it all together.

“Do you want to talk about it more?” he asked, rubbing his hand along her leg, trying to ground her. “I know it’s a lot, but maybe talking it through will help you feel less overwhelmed.”

She was quiet for a moment, tears continuing to streak down her cheeks, her breath shaky. “I just feel stuck. Like no matter what I do, it’s never going to be enough. And I don’t even know where to begin fixing it.”

Chris sighed, feeling the weight of her words sink into him. He didn’t know how to fix it all either, but he knew that the most important thing right now was to be there for her, to hold her while she figured it out.

“Nattie,” he asked, his voice soft but insistent. “When were you the most happy this past year?”

“What do you mean?” She looked up at him, her expression confused as she wiped at her eyes.

“When were you the most happy?” he repeated, his tone encouraging. “What pops into your mind when you think about being happy recently?”

“Oh…” Nat’s eyes drifted downward, her brow furrowing as she tried to sift through the last year in her mind. “Well, I mean, I guess honestly… when I was painting for my art show and…” She hesitated, her voice faltering, “Anytime I’m with you.”

Chris felt a flicker of hope. There it was—the spark of something that still made her feel alive. Art. And him. That was where her happiness lay, even if it felt so far out of reach right now.

“Nattie, you know that I’m going to support you in anything you want to do and I’m going to help you,” Chris said, the conviction in his voice growing stronger. “Maybe we could figure out some ways to make more time for us to be together, for you to do more art for yourself. You know, if that’s something you really want to do.”

“Maybe…” Her voice was hesitant, but Chris could see the wheels turning in her head, the possibility starting to form.

He tried to read her, sensing her internal struggle. “Tell me what you’re thinking, honey. I know it’s a lot to process, but I want to help. I want to understand.”

“I’m not sure.” Nat’s voice was small, almost fragile as she spoke. “I just feel so stuck, like nothing’s moving forward. Like I’m going in circles and I don’t even know what to do.”

Chris gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “You’re not alone, Nattie. You don’t have to figure it all out today, or even tomorrow. We can take it one step at a time.”

She met his gaze then, her eyes searching his face, as if she were trying to decide whether she was allowed to say the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

“Do you think you might want to see if you could go back to LA and just do what you were doing?” Chris asked, his tone tentative. “There, you’d be doing character design again and you’d have Jamie and Mark again.”

Nat’s eyes welled up again, and she reached up to wipe at them. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “It’s not about the job, though, Chris. It’s not about what I’m doing. I just… I feel like I’m drowning in it all. I don’t want to go back to that life.”

Chris leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, his thumb swiping under her eyes to catch the tears that kept falling. As he pulled back, Nat reached out for his hand, holding it tightly against her chest.

She looked at him with a newfound clarity, her voice quieter now, but more resolute. “Chris… I want to quit.”

At that one sentence, Chris felt like the air had been knocked out of him. The weight of it was staggering. Nat had always been a workaholic, driven by her ambition and passion. For her to say that she wanted to quit, he knew she had hit her breaking point.

“That’s okay, baby,” he said, his voice steady, though his heart ached for her. “It’s just a job, and you gave it your all. It’s just not the right fit for you.”

“I don’t want to go back to the Burbank office,” she added quietly, as if testing the waters. “I don’t want to do any of this anymore, Chris. I’m happy when I’m with you and when I’m painting, and I… I kind of just want to do that.”

The look on her face told him everything—she was finally giving herself permission to let go of the expectations, to stop chasing someone else’s idea of success.

Chris wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and pressed his face into her neck, letting the warmth of her soothe him as much as he hoped it would soothe her. A few of his own tears slipped out as he let out a breath, one that had been caught in his chest for days.

“I love you so much, Nattie,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You know I’m going to support you in anything you want to do, but I want to see you let go of what you think you need to do and instead focus on what you want to do. Jobs are just jobs, and it’s okay to want to do something different. Something that makes you happy.”

“You don’t think I’m a failure?” she asked softly, the vulnerability still there in her eyes.

“Natalie Marton, you are the farthest thing from a failure,” Chris said firmly, his voice full of conviction. “I just want to see you happy, whether that’s designing characters at Pixar or working at a coffee shop. I love you, Nat. And I don’t think I’ve kept it a secret that I want to be with you forever. I don’t care what you do as long as you’re happy.”

Her eyes softened, and for the first time in a long while, there was a light in them again. “Being with you and doing my art is what would make me happy,” she said, her voice steady for the first time since he’d been there.

Their arms snaked around each other, holding each other so tightly as they both finally felt like everything was going to be okay. Never in a million years did either of them think that when they each started working on Lightyear that it would somehow bring them here together. It brought them a missing piece in each of their lives, giving them each a love that they knew would last their whole lives. They were together and that’s what mattered more than anything. 

“I’ll support you no matter what, Nattie,” Chris murmured, gently brushing his lips against her forehead. “You’re not alone in this. You’ve never been alone. And I promise, you don’t have to carry all of this by yourself anymore.”

Nat closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his words, the love in his embrace. In his arms, she felt safe. She felt like she could take a deep breath and finally let go of some of the weight she’d been carrying.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to hope. Hope that she could rebuild, that she could let go of the expectations and just do what felt right. Painting, being with Chris, finding peace within herself—it was all possible. Maybe it wasn’t a clear path yet, but it would be.

They stayed there, in the quiet of the morning, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside the apartment seeming far away and unimportant.

Chris gently kissed the top of her head again, then sighed, almost content, as his thoughts turned to the future. “You know,” he murmured, breaking the peaceful silence, “I’ve been carrying something around for a while now… but maybe it’s time to let it out.”

Nat’s eyes opened, curiosity and concern flickering in her gaze. “What is it?” she asked softly.

Chris hesitated for a second before he spoke, his voice full of emotion. “I’ve had a ring for you, Nattie. I was going to propose before all this… before everything happened. But now, I just want you to know that no matter what you decide—what job you take, where you go, what you do—I'm here. I’m in this with you. I want to spend my life with you.”

The words hung in the air, and for a long moment, Nat was silent, letting the weight of them settle between them. Her chest tightened, a fresh wave of emotion washing over her. She had always known how much Chris loved her, but hearing him say it like that—so sure, so unconditionally—made her heart swell.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“You don’t have to say anything right now.” Chris smiled, his thumb gently tracing her knuckles. “Just know that whenever you're ready, whenever you want to move forward, we’ll do it together.”

Nat rested her head back on his chest, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude and love. She wasn’t sure how she would get through the storm that had been her life recently, but with Chris by her side, she knew she could face anything.

For the first time in months, she allowed herself to think about a future—one that was different, one where she didn’t have to fit into anyone else’s idea of success, but one where she could be herself. And with Chris, there would be room for that.

It was time for a new dream. A dream of their own.

And whatever that looked like, she was ready to take it on.

A/N: It has been so so long and we are so thrilled to finally close out Nat's story! To those of you who have patiently waited, we cannot thank you enough for loving her. We do have a little summary of their future we will post in a few days as well. We hope it was worth the wait.