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[aerinvellaros]

Ngl the new looks are growing on me

[straykeedz]

day 14: felix + thigh riding

©straykeedz

tw: fwb!felix; protected piv sex; felix slaps your ass twice; dirty talk; begging, kinda???; female orgasm; ♡

wc: 1,4k (finally something short yay!);

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

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After he cums, spilling his white release into the thin latex of the condom, he pulls out of you and mutters a series of apologies as he ties a knot in the rubber and throws it in the trash can next to your bed. His reaction makes you smile. 

“I’m sorry.”, he repeats for the tenth time, still panting. “You didn’t cum.”, he sounds incredibly guilty. 

It’s been a while since you and Felix last met up to have sex, so it’s perfectly normal that he didn’t last super long. Still, Felix feels like a fucking loser because what kind of a fuck buddy is he? Cumming after what felt like a couple of thrusts? Actually, you’d been going at it for about ten minutes when his orgasm washed all over him suddenly, and you started to feel the familiar sensation building up in your stomach, so it’s not as bad as Felix thinks. 

Still - he feels terrible about it. 

“Felix, relax.”, you giggle, running one hand through his dark hair. “It’s not the end of the world.”, you reassure him. “Plus, it kinda flatters me, in a way. It means you like having sex with me.”

Felix’s head is still spinning from the intensity of his orgasm. “I love having sex with you.”, he can’t believe you’re doubting that when actually - he’d been hard since this morning, when you texted him saying you had a day off, finally, asking him if he could come over. He practically teleported to your place. “You’re the best sex I ever had.”

And Lee Felix has had a lot of sex. 

He wasn’t even sure he could actually do this friends-with-benefits thing, because he just loved having sex, and being exclusive was not something he thought he could be interested in. You made him change his mind without even trying, honestly. 

“Wait until I’m ready to go again and I’ll show you how much I love having sex with you.”, he says, biting his lip seductively. His body still feels kinda jelly - otherwise he’d offer to eat you out or at least finger you, but he literally can’t feel his limbs right now. He hates that stupid refractory period.

“Or…”, you start, licking your lips, looking at him like he’s your next prey. He loves it when you give him that look - it means you have something in mind, and that he’s in for something good, hopefully. “You know, you have thighs…”, you say vaguely, running the pad of your index up and down his left thigh - all the way to his knee and then back to his hip. 

“Baby, you’re asking if you can ride my thigh?”

“Mh-hm.”, you blush a little. 

You haven’t done it before - neither with Felix nor with any of your other partners, but your friend told you she’d tried it with her girlfriend and that it felt amazing. Needless to say, you’re curious to try it out and see if it’s as mind-blowing as she said. 

“If I ever answer negatively to that question - you’re allowed to kick me in the crotch.” Felix chuckles. “Hop on.”, he instructs. “Have you done this before?”, he asks, noticing you seem a little taken aback.

You shake your head as a no and lower your gaze, embarrassed. Now, it’s as if all he confidence you had in your body had suddenly vanished. 

“It’s okay, I’ll tell you what to do.”, he smiles - a smiles that makes you relax instantly, because you trust Felix entirely. 

He sits on the mattress, figuring it’d be more comfortable for you, resting his back against the headboard and spreads his legs wide enough. Then, he pats his thigh, motioning for you to come and sit on it. Before you could actually place your naked crotch on top of him, tho, he asks - 

“Wait, baby, are you wet enough?”

Without waiting for an answer, he brings two fingers to your slit to check if you’re lubricated sufficiently, knowing it’ll be unpleasant if you aren’t. You’re wet, that much he’s sure of, but he reckons it may not be enough, so he brings his fingers to his mouth to coat the pads in his spit before rubbing them all over your pussy - on your clit in particular, until you’re fully drenched in a delicious mixture of your own arousal and his saliva. 

“Now sit on my thigh, baby.”, he instructs, looking you in the eye. 

You nod, and then place your bare pussy on top of his thigh. The contact makes you wince due to the sensitivity of your clit, but it’s not unpleasant - the opposite, actually. It feels foreign - it’s nothing like Felix’s fingers or yours, but it feels good. 

Felix’s hands end up gripping your waist not too tightly, just to help you with your balance and your movements, you guess. Or maybe, he just loves having his hands on you. It’s both. “Tell me when you’re ready.”, he whispers, piercing black eyes staring into yours. 

You give him a small nod. “Ready.”

You let out a whimper as soon as Felix’s hand help you move your body against his thigh, grinding your clit back and forth on his toned quadriceps - he has his muscles flexed, and it feels amazing. You soon find out that riding a thigh is entirely different than riding a cock, and you do feel empty, but you can’t bring yourself to care, especially not with the way Felix’s helping you grind your clit back and forth against his skin, getting you all worked up to the point you can feel your orgasm starting to build up. 

“You look so sexy, fucking yourself on my thigh.” Felix mutters, biting his lip, still looking you in the eye. Then, he lands a slap on your asscheek, making you moan and grind harder on his thigh, clit already beginning to twitch due to the sensitivity. 

You pick up the pace of your movements - Felix’s hands still guiding your movements on his body. “How does it feel, baby? Better than my cock?” Felix asks, knowing damn well the answer to his question is no. 

“Nothing feels better than your cock.”, you moan, blushing a little. 

“My fingers, then?”

You shake your head as a no, not even thinking about stopping your movements, not when you’re so close to your release - your long yearned orgasm right around the corner, you can almost feel it. Felix slaps your ass once again, squeezing the soft flesh. 

“Mhh, great.”, he lets out a deep chuckle that vibrates in his chest. “Maybe I should use this as a punishment, then. For when you misbehave.”

The thought of Felix punishing you is enough to make your pussy practically drool - vivid memories of what happened between his bedsheets the last time running back and forth in your mind. It’s all so intense your legs begin to tremble. You’re close, so close.

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum.” Felix threatens, eyes thin as his grip on your hip and ass tightens. 

No. He wouldn’t dare… would he?

“Pease, please let me cum.”, you beg, and he chuckles, satisfied. Then, he helps you moving faster and faster on his thigh. “I’ve been so good to you. I always am, please.”

It’s true, you’re always good to him. And Felix wouldn’t ever deny you an orgasm - ever. But he’ll let you believe that. 

“Then cum.” Felix whispers, staring in your eyes, biting his lip - honestly, you could cum just from the sight of him sitting in front of you, completely naked, a few locks of hair falling on his delicate features. “Cum for me, cum on my thigh, baby.”

It’s enough to make your orgasm wash over you. You release on his thigh, wrapping your fingers around his forearm and kicking your head back - losing yourself in the intense feeling, familiar yet entirely new at the same time as whimpers and swear words fall from your lips. Your legs start to shake and you halt your movements, not wanting to overstimulate yourself - you have something else in mind. 

You let your body fall on Felix’s - resting your head on his naked chest as you try to regain your breath. Felix wraps his arms around you, drawing imaginary shapes on your lower back with his fingers. “Felt good?”, he mutters, resting his chin on top of your head. 

You nod. “More than good.”, you pull away from his body, sitting on the mattress as well, and you can’t help but notice a wet patch on Felix’s thigh. For some reason, it makes you blush and you look away - your gaze ending on Felix’s face, looking him in the eyes. 

“Good.” Felix smirks, looking down between his legs, and your gaze follows his. His cock is impossibly hard, resting on his abdomen, looking absolutely impressive. “Now it’s time to make you cum on my cock.”

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[zepskies]

In Bad Weather

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader || Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy (background)

Summary: You and Dean tackle the biggest possible monkey wrench in your relationship yet: could Chuck have been manipulating you two all along?

[Set in S15 - "Fix It" for season finale]

AN: I had to finish the finale (maybe?) of this story verse before the end of Hispanic Heritage Month. 😘 This is the third installment of "Midnight Espresso!"

Song Inspo: “We Made It” by H.E.R. (<- On repeat. Seriously if you haven't heard this one, you'll thank me later.)

Word Count: 7,600

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smutty smut, angst, hurt/comfort, body insecurity, body appreciation, heartache, followed by the fluffiest fluff…

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Al Mal Tiempo

Dean can’t remember the last time he woke up quite like this.

“Shit,” he grunts, clenching fists into the sheets.

He hears a muffled giggle underneath them.

He’s lying on his back, one knee starting to bend as he jolts on reflex. But familiar hands are holding down his thighs, as even more familiar lips caress him through his sweatpants.

Dean raises up the blankets and sheets to see your slightly frizzy-haired head pop up. Your playfully mischievous eyes meet his.

“Hey,” you greet him.

He raises a brow at you, smiling incredulously. “Hey.”

You then give him an annoyed look. “Do you mind? I was working on something.”

You try and cover yourself back up with the blankets, but Dean tosses them down your body. He wants to see you in that tank top and those little shorts. He's already getting a nice view of cleavage, no bra, and you’re straddling his thighs. His knees slide up to press against your ample behind.

“I do mind, actually.” His voice is still coarse with sleep. He clears it a little, and he smirks. “I was getting some good Zs in. You know, before I was interrupted.”

Your hands glide smoothly up his thighs, your nails catching on the fabric. You tilt your head at him.

“You really want me to stop?” you ask. Dean can’t readily respond, because he felt the shape of your words against his dick.

He moans, his eyes closing, fingers gripping the mattress under him when your mouth and tongue continue to outline the shape of his cock through his pants.

“I think I could finish you just like this,” you tell him, and still, your lips never leave him. “Or…maybe I’m feeling generous.”

Your nails hook on the waistband of his old sweatpants. The elastic has practically no give as you pull down the hem and expose his risen length. Shooting him one more smile, you let your hands glide across his sternum and hips before you finally take his waiting cock into your mouth.

You love the sound of Dean’s voice, especially when you have him like this. His hand buries in your hair, tangling in the curls.

“Fuck, baby…” he mutters.

That’s kinda the idea, you want to say, but your mouth is preoccupied. Your lips and tongue move over him slowly. And soon your hands join to wrap around the base of his cock, stroking whatever you can’t take fully in your mouth.

You know he’s enjoying himself when his hand tightens in your hair. His breathing becomes labored, but still too steady for your liking.

You decide to pick up the pace. In your mind you think of a song to keep a good rhythm.

Devórame otra vez, ven, devórame otra vez…

Que la boca me sabe a tu cuerpo. Desesperan mis ganas por ti…

“Wait, wait,” Dean says, guttural in his throat. He stops you for a moment with his hands on your shoulders. You look up at him in confusion, but you oblige him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask in concern.

“Nothin’.” He shoots you a weary, lopsided smile. “Just thinking I want to have enough mojo to give you a good morning too.”

You snort. Mojo. This man.

But you shake your head. “You’re the winner today, baby. I just wanna make you feel good.”

It’s been a long year. You all had dealt with Michael taking Dean from you, at least for a while. Now Michael is gone, thanks to Jack, and they’d managed to reunite Jack back with his soul…but there’s still Chuck to deal with. It hangs over you all like a malevolent cloud.

So you want to help Dean take his mind off all that, just for a little while. And maybe part of you thinks that if you love him that much more, he won’t despair as much over how Chuck has been manipulating the brothers Winchester…basically their entire lives.

You shouldn’t have been surprised, however, when Dean grasps your arms and tugs you up until you’re level with his chest. His hand finds your cheek, brushing his thumb there, then slides into your hair.

He smirks. “We can both be winners.”

A smile spreads across your lips, just before he pulls you into a kiss. Passion grows one into many, with hands disappearing under each other’s clothes to remove them.

Strong hands part your thick thighs further, and long fingers find their way down between them. First teasingly along the seam of your pussy, then slipping inside to get you ready for him.

Your face buries in his neck as you moan encouragements into his ear, not all of them in English. By now, he’s learned a lot of what you whisper in Spanish. It still makes electricity spark down his spine, no matter what language you’re speaking in.

He knows when it’s time when the warm inner walls of your core are slick and gripping his fingers tight. But when he removes them, you shudder.

Both of you are breathing hard by the time he actually lines himself up inside of you. You use his shoulders for leverage, and the pads of his fingers circle insistently around your clit as you slowly sink down on his cock.

A keening cry escapes from your throat, while his free hand grips hard on your ass.

“Ah, fuck,” he grunts. Your walls are already fluttering around him, squeezing him like a vice.

You pant for breath. Your loose hair falls around both of you, shielding you from all other thoughts and sensations other than this.

“You feel so good,” you breathe, shifting your hips experimentally. “Always so good.”

Dean nods, and you know what it means: For me too.

He sits up and crushes you against him, bare breasts against his chest. (He loves the feeling.) He wraps an arm around your back and twists, until you’re underneath him and laying against his pillows. He encourages your thighs to stay wrapped around his waist as he begins to pound into you.

You breathe a short laugh. “Can’t let me stay on top?”

Dean grins. He grabs your hand and manages to press a kiss to your palm in between strokes. He knew what you were trying to do earlier, by taking care of him, but he can’t help it. He’s a giver.

And he knows exactly how to give it to you, shifting the angle of his hips to have you arching underneath him, gasping, clinging to his arms.

Thanks to your earlier treatment, that about does it for him. He can’t stop himself from a shuddering release inside you (praise fucking be for birth control, he thinks), but he still makes sure you come with him. He strokes your clit at the same time as his last deep strokes, and soon your voice washes over him as you call his name.

Afterwards, Dean rests his forehead against your shoulder, laying a kiss above your breast. He just woke up a few minutes ago, and he’s already tired.

“Okay. I need a damn nap,” he pants.

A giggle pours out of you. You rub his back soothingly.

“That’s what you get for doing all the work,” you tease. “I tried to help you.” 

“Help with what?”

Both you and Dean freeze at the sound of Jack’s voice. He’s just opened the door to your bedroom like you two hadn’t expressly reminded him about privacy.

You yelp in shock, and Dean’s face screws up in a glare as he reaches back fast for the closest blanket to yank over you both.

“What the hell!”

“Oh…sorry,” Jack says, shielding his own eyes. “Sam just wanted me to tell you that breakfast is ready.”

“You didn’t need to tell them right this second!” Sam calls from down the hall.  

“Knock, man! We knock on closed doors in this house!” Dean says. House. Bunker. Whatever.

He adds, “Or better yet, when my door’s closed, you give it a five-foot perimeter. Understand?”

Jack nods quickly and flees the room. “Sorry!”

The door slams shut behind him. Dean shakes his head. You can almost see the fumes coming out of his ears. You’re embarrassed and blushing, but you’re also biting your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing.

Dean looks down at you.

“It’s not funny. He needs to fuckin’ learn,” he says. His brows are still furrowed, but his mouth twitches upwards. “Should’ve locked that damn door.”

You reach up and twine your arms around his neck. Your lips get tantalizingly close to his.

“You’re still balls-deep inside me,” you remind him, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “It’s kinda funny.”

Dean’s lips purse. He doesn’t want to smile, but you’re making it difficult. Your hands slide down his chest, toying with his nipples as they go. You press a kiss to his throat. Meanwhile, your thighs squeeze his hips, reminding him of where he's still deeply buried. You smile when he utters a faltering sound.

"You tryin' to start something else I'll have to finish?" he teases. You give him a playfully narrowed look.

"Sure you got the mojo?" you toss back.

Raising a brow, Dean shifts out of you a few inches, just to push his half-hard cock back inside. You moan a bit, brows furrowed when the move stirs a tremor of arousal in your core. He hardens up fully at the sound, at the feeling of you clenching around him.

He smiles. “Well, well. I’m thinkin’ Round 2 after all.”

You smirk up at him and give his ass a nice little smack. “Then it's my turn for a ride.”

With a huff, he lets the twist of your hips and soft hands push him onto his back.

In the aftermath of Round 2, both of you are spent before you’ve even gotten out of bed. It’s a rare lazy morning where you don’t want to be bothered with another hunt, or even getting dressed just yet.

You have the cover of the warm sheets and blankets. Your back rests against Dean’s side, up against the headboard. His arm is wrapped around you, his hand intertwined with yours as you play with his fingers.

He’s catching up on Dr. Sexy MD, but you’re admittedly lost in thought. You bring his hand to your lips, and you just hold it there.

Dean glances at you and finally notices your contemplation. He strokes a thumb over your ring and pointer fingers.

“You okay?” he asks.

When you register his voice, you merely nod. But Dean isn’t convinced.

“Baby,” he presses.

It finally earns your attention. You look over at him, and you realize that he knows you too well to be fooled. You sigh, in a way that has Dean pausing his show and giving you his full attention.

“What’re you thinking about?” he asks.

With your free hand, you rub at your eyes and cheek. “Sam and Eileen. My heart just fucking breaks for them.”

You’re thinking about what happened a couple of weeks ago. After learning that Chuck manipulated Sam, who found the spell to bring Eileen back to life, she just…left.

Part of you wants to be angry with her; you love Sam like he’s your own brother. But you understand her as well. Being tied to Sam and Dean Winchester is like being tied to twin hurricanes. You’ve just been in this for far too long to let go of them now.

Dean nods at your admission, but he doesn’t have an answer for you. He hurts for his brother too. Part of him even feels a little guilty, having what he has with you, when Sam’s bit of happiness just keeps slipping out of his fingers.

“Maybe they just need some time to sort themselves out. Cooler heads and all that,” he says.

Time. You hope that’s all they need. However, it also makes you wonder about other things.

“That’s not it, is it?” Dean asks. He’s watching you shrewdly, and your lips thin into a line.

“Dean, what if…”

“Yeah?”

You hate yourself for even thinking it, let alone saying it. But you and Dean had survived this long on honesty, above all else. You can’t hide this from him anymore.

“What if Chuck manipulated us too?” you ask, in a small voice.

Dean’s face slackens. His hand releases yours, and he turns to face you more fully.

Emotion begins to clog in your throat and burn in your eyes.

“What if you and I would’ve never met if…” Your voice trembles, unshed tears clouding your vision. “And even if we did, would you still have kissed me that night? When we got back from that hunt—”

“Hey,” Dean protests, but now that you’ve begun, you can’t stop yourself from spilling your latest insecurities—the ones you’ve been holding onto ever since Chuck revealed himself as the villain of the whole world.

“I mean, what am I?” you ask. “Just the diversity casting in Chuck’s story?” 

“Don’t you say that shit to me,” Dean angrily snaps.

You gape incredulously. “Excuse me?”

“You fucking heard me.”

You feel how tense his body is, but your temper snaps just as well.

“Oye, mira ver,” you warn him.

You’ve levied that at him enough times that he knows all too well what it means. 

“Watch it, my ass,” he retorts. “You should know better than that.”

You frown at him, but he reads the thread of insecurity in the downturn of your lips, in your eyes that are starting to shine with tears. That always breaks him down.

Dean sighs and reaches for you then, cupping your cheek and brushing a thumb tenderly at the corner of your eye. He’s even angrier at Chuck for making you doubt yourself…and doubt him. 

“Come ‘ere,” Dean says.

You hesitate, but you go willingly back into his arms. You turn over and let him gather you against his chest. You rest against him. Your head tucks under his chin, and your leg slips between both of his.

“I love you,” he says, and his voice rumbles above your head. “That’s it. That’s all that matters.”

You bite your lip. “But—”

“No buts,” he says. Though his lips slowly tug at a smile. “Well, not that kind anyway.”

He gives your bare ass a playful squeeze under the sheets. You huff in amusement and swat him back.   

“Ya, coño. Enough,” you say with a laugh. “I probably have bruises back there.”

He just grins. “So you get what I’m saying?”

You let out a sigh. You push back enough to see his face, and you give him a soft smile.

“Yeah.”

Dean nods, but he still sees the worry in your eyes. He tries to stamp down the rest of your insecurities with a kiss, slow and deep.

You break away from him after a while to ask, “Ready for coffee?”

Dean sighs through his nose, but he hums in agreement.

“Will you make it how I like?” he asks.

A smile breaks across your face. 

“Café con leche?” you offer. 

He nods. “Yeah, please.” 

“So polite,” you remark with a raised brow. “What a change of pace.”

His mouth edges into a smirk. When you turn to get out of bed, he makes sure to give your ass one last smack. You jump a little with a yelp, but he catches your smile in the mirror above the dresser.  

Dean watches you shake out your curls and get ready for the day. You spend a lot of time blow-drying and straightening your hair, but he likes it like this too. Natural and wild. 

He likes that you wear the “dream catcher” (formerly known as your hole-ridden Journey shirt) a lot less. He likes that you’ve stopped feeling the need to wear anything to bed at all, if you don't feel like it; that you’re more comfortable with yourself. Comfortable with him.

But your smile drops. Dean sees the gears of your mind continuing to churn as you get dressed.

He has a feeling, despite his best efforts, that you’re still not convinced about the Chuck thing. And while Dean won’t admit it, that cuts him deep.   

Three years ago…

Las Cruces, New Mexico

The first time Dean met you was, of course, in a bar.

It didn’t take all that long for him to notice you, if he remembers right. 

You’d agreed to play pool with some guy who also speaks Spanish with you, and you seem genuinely into the game. So much so, that you don’t seem to notice how the guy is eyeing you. 

Dean doesn’t like the way the man’s gaze drags over your every abundant curve. Yeah, he’s been doing the same thing, but he likes to think he’s a little more classy about it.

He’s sitting at the bar with a half-drunk beer in his hand, watching the game out of the corner of his eye. He’s so invested that his beer is already flat and unpleasant, but when has that stopped him before?

…But then, Dean notices what you’re doing. You’re playing possum, making bad shots on purpose. His mouth curves behind his beer.

Little minx. 

Until you sweep the guy for all his money, that is. 

Dean watches the show in amusement. Secretly, he notes appreciation for the tight jeans, V-necked top and ankle boots. The red lipstick is the same shade as your manicured nails, and it all works well for you. The fullness of that pretty mouth would certainly work well for him.

He catches the way you sweep your hair out of the way, and the deceptive concentration in your eyes when you line up a shot on the second round. Your first turn.  

You then sink each of your cue balls expertly, without missing one. 

The swindled man gets mad, shouting at you in Spanish. You reply to him calmly as you lean on your cue stick. He gets even louder and reaches for the money, but before Dean would’ve intervened, you stab at the man’s foot with the cue. 

Your quick and clever hand gathers the money that you won, but because you seem to be kind at your core, you leave him thirty bucks for “gasolina” while he holds his foot. 

You surprise Dean further by joining him at the bar.

“Good game,” he says, giving you props with a smile.

You give him a smile back. “Thank you. Want to join me for another one?”

Your English is smooth, and so is your voice. Dean raises a brow at you.

“Even though I saw your little takedown there?” he asks. “Think I just saw all your moves.”

You laugh a little. “Not all of them.”

Was that a bit of flirtation in your eyes? Dean’s smile deepens into a smirk.

“But don’t worry,” you say. “I know how to play fair.”

He hits you with a bit of charm, lowering his voice with (he thinks) just the right amount of flirtation back.

“Now where’s the fun in that?”

Your smile deepens too, despite your blush.

Cute, he thinks, before he follows you back to the scene of the crime. AKA: the nearest pool table.

Dean wracks up the billiards and sets up a new game. You hand him his cue, and he gestures at you.

“Winner goes first,” he says graciously.

“Hmm, thought you were gonna say ladies first,” you reply.

“That too,” Dean says. “I’m a gentleman, after all.”

You snort in response. “I’m sure you are…”

“Dean,” he supplies. He earns your name by the time he sinks four balls in a row.

You sigh as you level him with a look. You seem to realize that the two of you are more than evenly matched.

“Don’t worry,” he says, shooting you a grin. “I won’t take all your money.”

And yet, when it gets down to it, he misses his last shot by a hair.

You watch him suspiciously when you two make it back to the bar.

“You wouldn’t have thrown that last shot on purpose, would you?” you ask.

Dean ducks his head and smiles, somewhat liking the fact that you caught him red-handed. You’re smart. 

“Now, what kind of gentleman would I be to take your ‘hard-earned’ cash?” he asks. It earns a burst of laughter from you, with the shine of your teeth.

“You could buy me a beer though,” he shrugs.

“Wow. Okay, Señor Smooth,” you tease. Though you get the bartender’s attention and get him a fifth of whiskey instead, of the good stuff too.

Dean considers asking you out right there. Sam is waiting back at the motel, but Dean is willing to book another room just to get you to himself for the night. And if possible, for however long he’s in town. 

“You know,” you say after a while, halfway through your Long Island iced tea. “The thing you’re hunting? It’s not a garden variety spirit…it’s El Duende. Creepy hobgoblin, basically. I’ve been tracking it from three cities over.”

Dean is figuratively (and almost literally) set back on his heels. He tilts his head at you, furrowing his brows.

“You’re a hunter?” he asks.

You laugh at the look on his face. “I saw you and another mountain man at the police station earlier…though nice look on the FBI get up. Think your ID guy could hook me up with a new CIA badge?”

Dean smiles. This is gonna be fun. 

Now: 

People were starting to disappear.

Billie, the new Death, was doing this. Dean was convinced. And Sam thought everyone from the Apocalypse world (and others who shouldn’t exist in this world) would be on her list. Ultimately, you all couldn’t save anyone. Not even Eileen. 

You and Dean both comforted Sam on that terrible night. Though he was still distraught as he decided to organize the other refugees with Jack and Donna. 

You stuck with Dean in his plan to raid Death’s library for Chuck’s book; the only thing in the world that told the story of how he would meet his end. 

You chose to back up Dean in his plan, but really, neither you or Castiel thought it was a good idea to poke the bear known as Billie. Not for a book that none of you could read, except for Death herself.

But now here you are, in Death’s library, watching with worry as Dean holds Death’s own scythe against her.

“I didn’t hurt your friends,” Billie grits out.

“What?” Dean asks.

She laughs humorlessly. “You’re in the wrong place, Dean.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“People are gettin’ gone. I’m guessing it’s Chuck,” she says. “And that means, you’re just wasting time.”

Her hands are braced against the weapon poised at her throat. She already has a stab wound in her shoulder. She tells him that the earlier wound he gave her has festered. It’ll never heal. Eventually, it’ll kill her.

But she intends to take you, Dean, and Castiel with her.

Billie becomes the hunter, following the three of you back through the portal into the bunker. Dean’s hand is so tight around your arm, making sure you’re keeping up with him and never falter. Castiel does his best get you and Dean to safety. And after he wards it against her with his own blood, only the old dungeon is safe for you all.

For now.

Billie pounds on the door, over and over. She’ll break through the warding eventually.

You grab onto Dean’s sleeve, just to hold onto him. He brings you close to him in a protective embrace. You see the panic in his eyes as his mind scrambles to find a way out of here, knowing deep down that there’s nothing any of you can do. Castiel is nearly powerless. You’re all trapped. 

“That wound is killing her,” Cas says. “We might be able to wait her out.”

His gaze is on the floor, though he briefly looks up at Dean. He shakes his head.

“And if we can’t?”

“Then we fight.”

Dean shakes his head. He pulls away from you to lean against the wall.

“We’ll lose,” he says. Your heart breaks at the way he looks, shame-ridden and defeated. “I just led us into another trap…all because I couldn’t end Chuck. Because I was angry, and because I needed something to kill, and because that’s all I know how to do.”

His eyes are red and burning. Yours swim with tears of dismay. You want to correct him as he continues to vent, speaking with a certainty that it was Chuck all along.

Dean looks at you then, and at Cas. He’s close to tears when he says they should’ve stayed with Sam and Jack. That everyone was about to die. And he can’t stop it. And he can’t stop Billie when she breaks through that door.

You don’t know what to tell him to ease his guilt. All you know is that despite everything, you made your choice to support him in this. To stay with him. 

You made your choice a long time ago, you realize.

“Wait,” Cas says. His blue eyes burn with realization. “There’s one thing she���s afraid of. One thing…strong enough to stop her.”

Dean’s eyes widen. Cas uses what strength he has left to push you and Dean away, and he summons the Empty.

Dean pulls you further along with him as the formless void coils up like ink through the walls and cement floors. It drags Billie into its darkness, but it claims Castiel with it, as it once promised it would.

After the angel gives up his life, you and Dean are holding each other against the wall, on the ground, shaking and each rocked to the core.

You’re able to break out of your shock sooner than Dean, who just saw his best friend die.  

You kneel beside him while he sits, and you hold him to you while you cry. He can’t speak, but you know his guilt is eating at him.

His phone rings, startling you both, and it’s Sam. Dean can’t answer it. He covers his face, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, as if that could stop the ache in his chest. You press a kiss to his hair, his temple.

“He saved us, Dean. It’s not your fault,” you tell him. He shakes his head. You know he doesn’t believe you, but when he grasps your arm, his hold is desperate. 

“It’s me,” he says. His voice is shaking and ragged. “Everything I do turns to shit. Everyone around me pays the price. That’s just how it is…if you were smart, you’d hightail it as far as fucking possible from me.”

Your breath gets trapped in your lungs. Your heart feels like it’s shattering.

“Dean…baby, look at me,” you say with a sniffle. You gently hold his face, and he lets you raise him up. Your eyes are bright with new conviction.

“No one," you tell him, "not even Chuck can force me to love you the way I do. And not a damn thing can stop me from staying with you.”

Dean has tears burgeoning in his eyes. You caress his cheek, rough with stubble he’s let go too long.

“There’s a saying. Al mal tiempo, buena cara,” you tell him. His face shows a glimmer of confusion. “At bad weather, put on a happy face. It means even in difficult times, there’s still a reason to keep going. Right now, you are my reason.”

Dean considers that. He squeezes your arms unconsciously, as if grounding himself in you.

At the very least, he’s grateful that he’s not alone. And after a moment, he nods. You press a kiss to his cheek, and then his forehead. His eyes close at your comfort, your affection. He doesn’t think he deserves it, but he accepts it anyway.

“Come on, let’s get you off the floor,” you say. You start to help him up…but your body stills. You feel a strange prickling across your skin. 

Dean notices the shift, with growing unease in his gut. He grips you tighter and calls your name in concern.

Your gasp is the last bit of your voice that Dean hears before he watches you turn to dust in his arms.  

Buena Cara

Last year…

It’s the morning after you and Dean shared a midnight espresso. The morning after your first kiss, your first confession, and your first time.

He wakes tangled up in you, and the sheets, which are somehow tied up in knots around his legs and yours.

“What’d you do here, woman?” he asks.

His voice is still gruff with sleep, and he lays on his stomach. You giggle almost silently next to him. You’re lying on your back with the sheets somehow covering up to your chest. One of your legs is tangled with his.

“Nothing,” you claim. He snorts and moves closer. His lips find your shoulder, lazily burning a path downwards. But when he grips the sheet and tries to expose more of you, you grasp his wrist on reflex.

Brows furrowing, Dean glances up at your face. You’re biting your lip, and he sees signs of insecurity in your eyes.

“You haven’t seen me in the daytime yet,” you joke. Yet another one that isn’t really a joke, Dean realizes.

He really wishes he could find your goddamn ex and bash his skull in. Because Dean would like nothing more than to just spend the rest of the day in this bed, mapping out the smooth expanse of your tan skin.

So he slips his arm underneath you. You utter a little squeal in protest, but he manhandles you until you’re resting on his chest, bare skin against bare skin. You look down at him with fondness, touching his cheek. Dean stares up at you with a reserved frown.

“What’s it gonna take, huh?” he asks. It’s like you don’t believe he wants you, even now.

You bite your lip as your fears creep in behind your eyes, like black ink coiling in your mind. That he just likes your personality. That maybe he just wanted to try something “different” with you, a thicc-thighed, fat-assed Latina, instead of the petite, slender girls you’ve seen him go after in bars.

“You could have anyone, Dean,” you point out.

Dean’s frown deepens, his brows furrowing. His hands lower on your back, squeezing the curve of your waist and soft hips.

“Anyone’s not naked in my bed,” he says. His voice is stern and matter-of-fact.

You attempt a smile, but he’s not convinced. He blows out a breath and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Your ex sure did a number on you, didn’t he?” he remarks. 

Your eyes widen. The more you think about it, maybe he did.

But maybe it wasn’t just him…

You tear up and blink against them, trying not to let them fall. You had thought you were happy with your curves. You really did.

You didn’t realize you had internalized so many of these negative thoughts about yourself, but here Dean was, forcing you to confront them. You’re grateful, but you also don’t know what to say.

Dean’s brows draw together. He holds your cheek. 

“Okay. It’s all right. We’ll work on it.” He kisses your forehead. He also wipes a tear from your cheek. “Don’t cry, baby.”

A laugh gets choked in your throat. “You should know this about me by now. I’m a crier.”

“Yeah, you’re also rockin’ a bit of sex hair,” he says, tangling his fingers further in the wily strands. “My kinda woman.”

You sigh through your nose. This man.

You can’t help but smile softly. The tip of your finger traces his jawline, down to his chin.

“Want me to make some coffee?” you offer. “I can have you try a cortadito with breakfast.”

“What’s that?” Dean asks.

“Two shots of espresso, warm frothy milk on top,” you reply. 

“God, two shots? It’s a wonder you ever sleep,” he quips. “But I do like the sound of frothy. I’ll whip us up some eggs.”

“And bacon?” you ask.

“Of freakin’ course, bacon.”

With that agreement, you two slowly get out of bed, shower, and go to the kitchen, where Sam looks bleary-eyed and annoyed at the kitchen table with his coffee mug. But he doesn’t have it in his heart to truly be mad at you and Dean. 

“I’m happy for you guys,” Sam says wryly. “Just, next time, put a sock on the door or something. So I know when to break out the ear plugs.”

Now:

Sam finds Dean sprawled on the dining room floor the next morning after Castiel has died, and you have disappeared, along with everyone else on Earth. 

Dean is surrounded by empty beer and liquor bottles. Sam’s heart clenches as he starts to help his brother.

“All right, let’s get you off the floor,” he says. 

In his words, Dean only hears your voice. He shoves Sam off him and stumbles into the kitchen.

There Jack is starting to wash dishes. He takes your little cafetera coffee maker from the stove, preparing to dump the old grounds. Dean grabs it out of his hand.

“Leave it alone,” Dean snaps. He slams it back on the stove where you left it. 

Jack is wide-eyed, but Sam gives his brother a patient warning with his eyes. Dean ignores it and heads for his room.

“Sorry,” Sam says on behalf of his brother. 

Jack shakes his head with tears in his eyes. “It’s okay, I…I understand.” 

He already misses you too. You’d become a kind of older sister to him…and Castiel. Well. Cas was the father Jack will never have again.  

Sam agrees with a nod, clapping Jack comfortingly on the back. 

Sam ventures down the long halls of the bunker to Dean’s room. He pushes the cracked open door, and sees his brother sat hunched on the edge of his bed, hands bracing on his knees.

Sam walks in, swings Dean’s desk chair around, and sits down across from his brother. He rests his forearms on his knees and waits. 

When Dean eventually looks up with red-rimmed eyes, Sam’s heart breaks a little more. For Dean, and for himself.

“We’re going to end this,” Sam promises him.

“We tried to give Chuck what he fucking wanted,” Dean reminds. “We offered to end ourselves, man. He wouldn’t bite. He won’t bring ‘em back.”

Dean’s voice cracks at the end there. Sam takes a deep breath, and lets it out just as slowly.

“We’ll figure out a way,” he says. “We always do.”

“That’s just it,” Dean says, with tired, glassy eyes. “I don’t think we can do it this time.”

Sam’s throat tightens. “Then I’ll believe for both of us.” 

By the time Chuck is done snapping his fingers, Sam, Dean, and Jack are the only people left on Earth.

Until they encounter the Michael of this world, formerly trapped in the cage. They hatch a plan. And even though the angels don’t cooperate, they manage to play straight into the real plan.

Jack is the ace up Team Free Will’s sleeve, and as it turns out, that bomb inside the kid (made of the first Adam’s rib) was good for something. The nephilim absorbs the power of Lucifer, Michael, and ultimately Chuck himself. 

Jack is the one who saves the world. 

Before Dean leaves with his brother and Jack, away from that grassy cliffside in Lebanon, he turns to Chuck.

“Answer me this. Did you…” Dean says, struggling with how to formulate his question. “Meeting my girl. Was that us? Or was it just another manipulation?”

Sam watches his brother with concern. He sees the way Dean’s hand is already itching for his gun. Chuck is human now, and Sam knows how tempting it would be to truly end it.

Chuck himself is still prone on the ground, sitting up with wariness behind his eyes.

“I didn’t tug on that thread, actually,” he admits. “Made sense to let you have a glimmer of happiness, something to hold onto. To fight for.”

Then he looks up at Dean with a tremulous smirk pulling at his lips.

“But I did wait for the perfect moment to dust her, didn’t I?”

Within seconds, Dean’s gun is slipping into his hands with the safety cocked back, the barrel lined up for a straight shot between Chuck’s eyes. Sam barks a warning, but Dean doesn’t altogether care. He’s furious, sneering at the former god who cowers like the coward he is.

“Dean?” Sam calls to him. It’s a question and a warning all at once.

Dean’s mouth works, quirking at a humorless smile. He cocks the safety back in place and lowers his gun with a shaking hand.

He stalks back to the Impala and doesn’t look at his brother.

The only three people left alive in the world ride back into the empty streets of Lebanon, Kansas.

When Jack snaps his fingers, it’s like this little planet is reborn. 

Suddenly, it’s filled with life. People walking their dogs, their kids, hailing cabs, nearly rear-ending each other’s cars in traffic while texting. It’s like the chaos never happened, and equilibrium is restored.

Even the shaggy dog Dean found last week bounds up to him. He bends down to pet the dog’s furry head, scratching behind his ears. Dean’s going to actually have to come up with a name for this thing now. 

And yet…

In a world full of color, Dean still just sees gray. 

He and Sam say a bittersweet goodbye to Jack, who ascends into Heaven. Dean can only hope the kid has a good WiFi signal if they ever need him again, like if he can’t find…

The forgotten cell phone in his pocket buzzes on a ring. He shares a wide-eyed look with Sam, licking his dry lips before he reaches into his jean pocket. He flips the phone over and finds your name across his caller ID.

With a shaking hand, he swipes his thumb across the green button and raises the phone up to his ear. He can’t even make his voice work right away. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to.

“Dean?” your beautiful voice greets him. 

His lips pull at a tremulous smile. “Hey, sweetheart.”

You let out a relieved breath. 

“Oh, thank God. I’m here at the bunker. Where are you?”

Dean wants to quip that Chuck had nothing to do with it, but he humors you. 

“Not too far,” he says. He gestures to a smiling Sam, and together they haul ass back to the Impala. 

“Promise?” you ask. Dean grins.

“I’ll be home before you know it.”

Once again, you’re tangled up in the bed you share with Dean. Almost every morning without fail, he teasingly grumbles as he tries to free his legs from the knotted sheets. 

“What the hell did you do here, woman?” 

“I didn’t do anything,” you refute. Though your giggle betrays your guilt while he continues to struggle. “You’ll just have to stay in bed then.”

You drag him back to you, and it’s not unpleasant to be welcomed back to the soft warmth of your body. 

“We’ve got some monsters waiting,” he reminds you. 

“They can wait,” you say, and ply him with a lazy morning kiss. It heats up in passion as your hands slide under his shirt… 

But of course, one of said “monsters” predictably starts banging at the bedroom door. It opens a crack, revealing a head of light brown hair and tearful hazel eyes. 

“Mo-oooom! Cari keeps hitting me after you told her not to,” cries your son. 

His older sister stomps behind him, so he ducks into the room to flee from her, heading for the bed and jumping into your arms. 

Dean sighs, hiding his disappointment. You give him a secret smile while brushing back your son’s hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead. To Dean, you gesture with your eyes at the doorway, where your nine-year-old daughter peeks in. She eyes her little brother in annoyance. 

Tattletale, her face says. 

“Caridad,” you call to her in your sterner mom voice. “Come here, please.” 

Cari is most definitely a daddy’s girl, and she beelines for her father. He picks up the nine year old and settles her on the bed, tucked into his side. 

“Robbie’s a crybaby,” she says. 

“No, you are!” Robbie cries indignantly. He tries to push her, but you grab his hand and push it down to the bed. Dean has to do the same with Cari when she tries to pinch her brother.

“All right, all right, enough,” Dean says, with all the authority his own father once had. “Can’t we all just have one morning in peace?”

That’s when Dean’s phone rings on his nightstand. He sighs and answers it, and it’s Sam, asking what time you and Dean plan to come over his house today for the Fourth of July barbecue.

“Give me a couple hours to wrangle the kids,” Dean replies. He has to curl an arm around Cari so she won’t throw another pillow at her brother. 

“Tell Eileen I’m bringing the dessert,” you chime in, calling to Sam in the phone. 

“You got that?” Dean asks his brother. A moment later, he reports back to you with a nod.

“He’s wanting the fluffy cake thing,” Dean says. “The sweet one with the lil’ cherries on top.”

“Tres leches?” you supply with a smile. 

He nods again. “Yeah, that one.” 

“Not a problem, but let’s get them cleaned up so I can start baking,” you say. Though you grunt as a small bare foot kicks at your side.

“Hey!” you reach for your daughter’s arm. “Ya, that’s enough. Te calmas, o te calmo. Los dos, coño.” 

Dean snorts, watching his children now wrestling each other in the middle of the bed despite your best efforts to keep them apart. 

“Easier said than done,” he mutters. He hangs up with Sam and then surveys the familiar chaos in front of him. 

“All right, you guys want to see your cousins?” Dean bribes. The kids actually pause and perk up at that. 

“We’re going to Uncle Sammy’s house?” Cari asks.

“Yep, so quit screwin’ around. Let’s up and at ‘em,” Dean says. “Brush your teeth and wash your face, then meet me downstairs for breakfast.”

“Can we have Cap’n Crunch?” Robbie asks.  

“No, Raisin Bran,” Cari insists. You have to laugh a little, reaching out to stroke her cheek. Your daughter surely is a special sort of child for genuinely liking Raisin Bran. 

“Fine,” Dean agrees to both with a nod. “Get to it. Come on, let’s go!”

He claps his hands until the kids are up and out of his bed, running to the door. 

“Don’t run!” you warn them. “Caridad Marie Winchester, stop pushing your brother, or you’re not going anywhere.”

The door hangs open as the sounds of small feet patter down the hall, accompanied by childish giggling and yelling. You sigh and lean back into the pillows, closing your eyes. 

“I’m already tired. Why did we have two of those?” 

Dean smirks and leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. You keep him close with a hand in his shirt. 

“If I remember right, having the first one was so much fun, you just couldn’t keep your hands off me,” he teases.

“Is that what happened? I seem to remember some tequila and cajoling involved,” you smirk, cracking your eyes open. You pull him to you and kiss him thoroughly. 

Both of you try not to lose track of time, but in the ten years since retiring from hunting, learning how to be civilians, true partners, and parents, you’ve become pros at stealing the small moments for yourselves. 

“Come on, babe. Don’t you want Cari to have a little bro?” you mock in his deeper voice. “They’ll protect each other, be each other’s best friends.”

Dean chuckles at your interpretation of him, giving a teasing yank to one of your stray curls. 

“They will, one day. Sam and I didn’t really get each other until later on.”

You smile at that and raise your hand to the beard he’s trying to grow out. You remember him teasing Sam for sporting a “ferret” on his face, once upon a time. But it seems that both Winchester brothers are well-suited to the lumberjack look. 

“Maybe we can get Sam and Eileen to keep the kids tonight,” Dean suggests.

You like the sound of that. Cari and Robbie take any chance for a sleepover with their cousins.

You run a hand down his chest. “You’re saying I’m going to get all this to myself tonight?”

He grabs your hand and kisses it. His gaze holds a familiar heat that makes you smile. Your fingers wiggle teasingly in his grip, which curves his lips as well. Your wedding rings gleam in the lamplight.

We don’t have time now, but we will later, his gaze promises. 

So with a sigh, he releases your hand. 

“All right, lazy. Time to get a move on,” he teases. He then points at you. “Good face.”

Buena cara. Your smile deepens as you start to rise out of bed. It’s become his thing with you, starting the day with a good face. 

Nowadays, you don’t often have a reason not to. 

“I’ll make coffee,” you offer, as you do most mornings. The one time Dean tried to make it your way, he burned the bottom of your coffee press. 

He tosses you a smirk as he pulls on a new shirt. He then digs in his side of the dresser for a pair of jeans that don’t have jelly stains, imprinted on with small fingers. 

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” he agrees. “I think today’s a two-shot kinda morning. What do you think?”

You sidle up behind him at the dresser and swat him on the ass. He jolts a little, making a rumbling sound as he eyes you in your little black nightgown. It’s a warning, not to start something you two won’t have time to finish.

“Sounds about right.” Bracing your hands on his hips, you lean up on your toes so you can rest your chin on his shoulder, meeting his eyes in the mirror. You smile.

“Two cortaditos coming up.”

AN: Aaaand I am soft. 🥹 I've been wanting to get to this for a while now. If you like it, let me know! ❤️

Some more Spanish translations for ya:

This is a callback from "Devour Me" with “Ven Devórame Otra Ves” by Lalo Rodriguez.

Devórame otra vez, ven, devórame otra vez… Que la boca me sabe a tu cuerpo. Desesperan mis ganas por ti…

Translation:

"Devour me again. Come, devour me again…

Because my mouth has the taste of your body. My lust for you is exasperating."

“Te calmas, o te calmo. Los dos, coño.”

Translation:

“Calm down, or I’ll calm you down. Both of you, damn it.” [😂 I think every Latina mom has spouted this at least once lol.]

Read From the Beginning:

Want to go back to the beginning of this series? Start with "Midnight Espresso":

Summary: You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson.

▶️ First Story: Midnight Espresso

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hi lovely mal! may i humbly request number 38 from list two for knives out? sender joins receiver in the shower with stevie <3 i feel like you’d make it so wonderfully, sickeningly sweet!

ohmygosh I’m so sorry this took me so long to answer babe!!! I kinda had a total brain blank for writing steve it just was not coming to me like I wanted it to. anyways here’s this

summary: steve joins you in the shower. 16+ for non-sexual nudity and suggestive themes (?)

implied fem!reader 0.5k words

Steve wakes up from his after-work nap and you’re missing in the space on the bed next to him. Eventually he wakes himself up enough to hear the shower running. He rolls out of bed and trudges across the hall to the bathroom. You’ve left the door open a smidge but he knocks anyway.

“Y/N?”

He hears the shower door being opened and then your voice. “Is that you, Steve? Come in, baby.”

Steve obeys. It’s hard not to. He pushes open the door and is met with a cloud of steam and a rush of sweet smells. The shower door is all clogged up so he only sees the outline of your figure but it makes his heart stutter anyway. You’ve pushed open the door a little and you’re sticking your head out.

“Steve,” you say, beaming. Your wet hair dripping over your face. “Hi, honey. Good sleep?”

Steve blinks. He can’t figure out if he’s woozy because he’s just woken up, or because you’re smiling at him like that. Most likely it’s the latter.

“Y-yeah, it was good,” he stutters, breathless and lovesick as ever.

“Did you want to come in?” You ask softly, your smile sweet as honey. “Plenty of room in here, if you want to.”

Steve nods so fast he almost snaps his neck. He’d be embarrassed but he’s too excited to join you in the shower. Too lovesick from your pretty smile and your bare shoulders peeking out from the shower door.

“Okay,” you beam. “Come on in when you’re ready.”

You shut the shower door and Steve feels like he can breathe again. He strips and makes quick work of it, chucking his work clothes in the hamper on top of yours before padding across the bathroom to the shower. Up close he can see your body even clearer. The dip of your waist. The curve of your hip. Your chest. He can’t imagine how his brain will short circuit when he actually manages to open the door.

“Come in, Stevie,” you call from behind the door. Obviously you’ve seen him standing there, and you’re waiting on him, and Steve’s being a total wuss.

He opens the door and there you are. In all your glory. Completely bare, your body dripping with soapy bubbles and hot water. Steve has to remind himself to breathe. Of course he’s seen you naked before. Plenty of times. It’s just— you’re so—

“You’re beautiful,” he blurts, forgetting to hold his tongue.

You giggle, surprised, and shift on your feet. “What?”

Steve lifts his eyes from where he’d been staring at your chest. Meets your eyes and swallows. “You’re beautiful,” he says again.

“Oh.” You laugh, shocked and a bit lovesick. Not nowhere as much as Steve. But pretty close. “Thanks, Steve,” you say sheepishly. “Now come on, you’re letting all the steam out.”

You grab his wrist with damp fingers and pull him in, reaching around him to shut the door. In the small space your bodies are close. So close your hip grazes Steve’s stomach. The hot water sprays over him and he’s so busy feeling all the points of contact between you and him that he barely feels it.

“Hot enough?” You ask, oblivious to his distraction.

“Yeah,” Steve says, breathless. “Perfect.”

“Good.” Your hands find his waist and you manoeuvre him until he’s directly under the spray. Steve’s stomach does a triple backflip at your touching, his heart pounding so hard he’s sure you can hear it.

He watches get on your tiptoes to grab your conditioner from the caddy, your pretty back to him. His eyes roam over the slip of your shoulders and then your spine. His gaze is lower than appropriate when you hold the bottle over your shoulder and glance back at him. His eyes snap to yours.

“Will you do my conditioner for me?” You ask.

Steve looks at you. Your beautiful body and your shiny hair and your bright smile. How could he ever say no to that?

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Let's look at the results of the form!

First and foremost:

172 results! That's a lot more we thought we would get! Thank you so much for everybody who sent us responses!

The height is divided equally, with Very Tall being the one with the most amount of votes. Fun fact: Tall used to dominate this by 60% until I posted it on the forum ;)

As expected, Wielding my powers was the biggest section of the pie, followed by Adaptability. Hand2Hand combat is a rather straightforward option - and a rather realistic one - which makes sense a lot of people might be interested into crushing enemies with tendrils.

Again, we figured that one out before it was posted. We included nodes and carapace to make sure someone who is less comfortable with body horror is still able to enjoy (and angst) over this story. But that doesn't mean they get exclusive choices and special ways to resolve (and cause) conflicts.

A lot of you went with Reserved, which, well... makes sense.... a lot of you are nerds, after all...

Methodical nerds! I think this was to be expected, we kinda figured out you guys might be more interested in a quiet and methodical approach to conflict. Kinda makes sense with the storyline too!

A fairly even split with Brown and Blue being the biggest one with then Green, Grey and then finally Hazel.

This is why we included a variety of skin tones in the desing choices because even if the racialized skin tone options may not be the most popular, the readers who are racialized should be able to put themselves (or create a character that looks like themselves) in the game.

This one is to be expected: people loves making themselves pretty lol

This split is absolutely not even! If this is unclear: Black is the largest portion with the three browns following it, then blonde, dirty blonde, auburn and then red. I wonder if we combined the brown together in the voting if they would have beat out the black hair...

Tying back to the skin color: this validates the choice we made to make the game inclusive where racialized (and here specifically black people with the ability to pick natural and textured hair). Again someone is allowed to create themselves or someone that looks like them, and it should be a thing that is possible in every game.

For hair, it's a split between ear length and very long, with the other ones getting smaller. Cropped and Very Short are the smallest option, which I personally expected.

So, again, this is tying back to the inclusivity. We inserted the cis options (cis man and cis woman, which are expectedly the biggest choice), however every options has been picked, including [Input my own gender] which means, maybe someone made themselves in the game!

To be expected, but it gets funny in the next slide...

What's your guys' beef with Guts LOL

Funnily enough, a lot of people really love Grant and Shauna, but only one of them is able to survive the prologue. I wonder how many of them made the other one survive while their girl/boyfriend died. Prii being your best friend less than your datefriend is also quite funny to me, to be honest. Also Beth is just trying her best, but I think she's going to up in the polls!

Again, tying back to the inclusivity thingy from above. You are able to have romantic relationships when you are asexual, and sexual relationships when you are romantic in the game, and they will not be locked out because of it. Just so people can actually play the game!

Even-ish, but you guys love being bishonen.

As expected.

Finally...

Oh dear, a lot of you are holding out, uh? We didn't expect that! Then it's Wil (which we kinda figured would be on top), then Mal (understandable) then Kay, CG and Alistair are all even. Finally, Teddie. The curse of being genderlocked... And then, none. Had to include it, cuz, you know. Inclusivity and all!

Anyways, thank you everybody for reading this installment of Polls by Drink your Villain Juice. Please remember to leave the theater quickly before the next screening start!

[descendantofthesparrow]

Brutally honest thoughts on each character?

...*Each* character???? bruh thats so many, okay ill keep this short cuz im waiting for a haircut rn

well start with the vks cuz thats easy

Mal-started off strong and then just became...THE WORST, love hate relationship for her. shes my art block fix but also i hate her

Jay-i dont have strong opinions on him, he actually never stuck out to me other than 'obligatory jock dude of the friend group.' i wish i liked him more but im more attached to his fandom self over canon Jay

Evie-got boring after D1, i wish they let her keep her chemistry stuff, love her vibe but shes kinda boring to me. SHOULD'VE BEEN THE MC OVER MAL!!

Carlos- lots of lost potential with his tech stuff from the first book and movie. easily could've been an engineer or inventor but they just made him an animal lover and i got bored of that real quick.

Uma-my queen, my idol, can do no wrong i love her so much i WILL kill for her.

Harry-i love his dumbass so much YALL DONY EVEN KNOW I WANNA BITE HIM SO BAD

Gil-one of the few characters i felt actually...grew up? idk but hes one of the few characters were it actually feels like time passed for.

Dizzy-oooooooh honey, honey honey, sunshine baby, please, put the glue gun down.

Celia- they should've gone with her trailer persona. Her outfits are so bad and i wish she got better writing and designs, so much lost potential, also she should've been Jays pick.

Smee twins- why the fuck are they even here they had one line and no significance. also they should've had a Harry scene.

Aks

Ben-puppy boy, deserved to have doberman energy. got turned into a doormat by the writers and is unfairly hated.

Audrey-bitch queen, shes not a nice person and thats okay~ girlboss.

Chad- should've been the D3 villan they had that all set up in D2 with his weird ass attitude over Ben getting kidnapped on the isle.

Doug -....honestly gives me the ick, especially in D3, i HATE the long hair his actor had/has. gold is NOT his color and neither is pastel purple or green. he looked good in D1 but ICK for 2 and 3.

Jane- bby gurl, blue bird sweetheart. yeah she did some fucked up shit in D1 but she was an insecure 14 year old girl who got manipulated by Mal and other aks!!!

Lonnie- deserved so much better, shes Chinese why is she getting Japanese style stuff?!?! her plot in D2 didnt even do anything it just happened and no one cared and Jay just shoved his problems of girls playing roar onto her.

Beast- *inhale* i wanna kick his ass, and i could, lemme at him. how dare he force an entire kingdom on Ben at 16 when he didnt become king when he was 28(when he married Belle)

Belle- they took away her backbone, shes not Disney princess book worm and independent Belle. she just, lost the spark

FG- they turned her into a preschool teacher, GIVE ME MY OL COOKY FAIRY LADY BACK

Leah- *seething rage*

vk parents

Maleficent- fuckin love her, shes such a manipulative bitch and feels like a gone crazy version of a Maleficent made for kids. def not the mistress of all Evil but i love her nonetheless

EQ- shouldve been the head villain, SHE WAS THE FIRST DISNEY VILLAIN CMON! def not the same character from the animated movie but shes dramatic and sassy and i adore her.

Jafar- haha funny characature~ i wish he was more menacing like he had been. Jafar is not one of my fav villains so descendants jafar didnt exactly translate for me well.

Cruella- yeah they nailed her, no complaints about her. good design, good dialogue, good acting.

Hades- LEMME KICK HIS DEAD BEAT ASS, fucking 'daddy issues made you stronger' my butt. i hate his hair and honestly he doesnt fit the washed up punk design, he didnt deserve the speech at the end and didnt deserve to be forgiven by Mal.

Ursula- we only saw her tentacle and one line but she seemed spot on so yeah

Lady Tremaine- why the fuck was she nice in D3??? bitch is the EVIL stepmother.

Smee- spot on, i have words for his sons designs becuaee hes old not naturally white haired but hes chill, makes sense hed be a good parent, he never felt evil to me, just compliant

Facilier- such a vibe, his actor got him spot on, would've changed up his suit design but hes chill and i can see him being a family man(ignoring wicked world).

[namjooningelsewhere]

His And Her Rules : 02

ღPairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

ღGenre: Smut

ღAu: Sugar Daddy au, bdsm au.

ღRating: 18+

ღWord Count: 5k

ღWarning(s): Nipple play, oral male and female receiving, explicit smut, unprotected sex,profanity, Lot of dirty talk, heavy and light bondage,gagging, heavy spanking, experiments with pain, Dom-sub themes, rough sex, lot of hair pulling, bdsm themes, spitting, cum eating, breath play, temperature play, sir kink,marking, biting, dom!namjoon, crying, begging,super messy, multiple orgasms, edging, orgasm denial, squirting, degradation, name calling, very light choking, punishments in sexual forms.

ღSummary: An art exhibition brings Kim Namjoon in your life, And your blunt nature and i-dont-give-a-f&$# attitude brings you in his. You are his first sugar baby and he is your sexual awakening, Inshort his rules in the bedroom and your rules outside the bedroom.

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ღA/N: This took a while, But its finally here. Hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think about it. All the asks and comments and reblogs mean the world. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

ღPart One Here

Post your first date with Namjoon. You did not get to meet him for a few days since he had to travel for work. While he was away, you utilized the time attending your online classes. doing stuff at your new house, and taking small shopping sprees.

You spoke to Namjoon regularly. He called you whenever he had the time and also whenever he was stuck somewhere. He called you once when he was at a meeting at some lounge and you couldn't stop laughing considering the way he was dead bored. He spared a glance at you once here and there, with no expression on his face. You kept looking at the handsome man on your screen. This became an unusual thing between you two. He would call you like that and you would just keep doing whatever you were doing.

In a short time. even silence started becoming comfortable between you and Namjoon.

"Hello, Beautiful."

"Hello Joon. You back to the hotel?" You heard the ding of the lift behind him, and you continued to apply the nail polish on your legs.

"Nope, I just got back." You were surprised at his remark. You had spoken to him this morning and he hadn't mentioned anything about him arriving in Seoul.

"That's nice, You didn't tell me though." Namjoon chuckled on the other end as soon as he heard you pouting about his little surprise.

"Well I was going to visit you directly, But then I couldn't hold it in any longer." It was your turn to laugh now. He was so innocent at times that it made you want to coo at him.

"What are you going to do now? Jet Lag?"

"No, I was thinking I'd just freshen up and go for a ride."

"A ride.?"

"Yeah, I love riding my bike. It calms me down."

"You've got bikes?"

"Yeah, A lot of them."

"If you don't mind, Can I ride with you?" You heard a gasp from the other end. You kinda liked riding bikes, too.

"You want to?"

"Obviously yeah."

"Sure, I'll send my driver to pick you up." You quickly finish painting your nails and rush towards your wardrobe to get changed. You get changed into a comfortable track and your favorite cap and within the next twenty minutes, your intercom rings alerting you of Namjoon's driver's arrival.

Like NamJoon said. You reach the apartment in under ten minutes considering the light traffic during night hours. The car arrives at his private parking lot and you're amazed to see the wide range of collections of cars that Namjoon owned.

"Hi there, beautiful." You turn around to see Namjoon walking towards you with his arms open wide and his dimple smile on full display. You rush into said man's arms who hugged you back equally tight.

"Hi, Handsome." Namjoon chuckled as he grabbed your hand and led you to a separate section of glass wall built right beside his Mercedes Maybach. Inside the glass walls lay his extensive collection of bikes, too.

"Pick One." You quickly look at the bikes, while Namjoon chooses his pick. Your eyes widen when you see a certain bike standing proudly among the other magnificent ones.

"Holy fucking shit." You exclaim in surprise, which startles Joon. He looks at you and you point at the limited edition bike that he owned.

"What happened?"

"Is that The Limited Edition Colnago x Tod's collaboration bike?" Namjoon looked at you with a proud smile, but also with something unreadable in his eyes.

"Yes, that is."

"They made only seventy. And you own one of them? You're so damn cool– Namjoon doesn't let you finish the sentence as he presses you against the glass wall, his lips crashing onto yours. Your breath hitches in your throat when his tongue dances with your own along with his hands running all over your body. You feel sparks light up your entire body, the way his hands touched your body, and the intensity of the kiss that had you dripping within mere seconds. His erection is pressing hard on you making you a moaning mess.

"Fuck that was something else." Namjoon tucks a strand of hair behind your ears and runs his finger over your lips, wiping the remains of your tinted lip balm on the bottom lip.

"It was."

"Never seen a girl so interested in bikes before." You laugh at Namjoon's statement. That was maybe rare. But you had your brother to thank for it. Growing up, your brother's fascination for bikes and his insistence on riding with you had you learning a lot about them in your growing years.

"Thank my brother for it." You and Namjoon pick your picks, while Namjoon chose his Hybrid Furious 26. He insisted you ride his CxT. You bring out the bikes in the open and the guards open the gate for you both.

The late-night Seoul was a sight to behold. The roads were relatively empty with very few people on the street. You and Namjoon rode side by side, talking and laughing, leaving the people, the hustle, and the trees in your own world and at your own pace.

"Wanna race?" You smirked, looking at Namjoon, who had an evil glint in his eyes too.

"Sure, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you."

"You can definitely try, Hangang River Start point." Namjoon didn't wait for your acknowledgment and raced right past you. You and Namjoon laughed throughout the ride whenever one of you overtook the other. You had never cycled in the night and this was an entirely new experience for you. Or rather, Namjoon had ended up making it even more special for you.

Namjoon ended up winning the race and you were amazed by his speed. He sure was a champion when it came to riding a bike and anybody would have mistaken him for a professional racer if they didn't know him.

"That was amazing." You gulped the water down as your life depended on it, You needed to up your game if you wanted to keep with the man. But you were sure you were soon going to fall in practice again. Something told you this was going to be a regular occurrence.

You and Namjoon took time to calm down, and once you both had regained your normal breaths, you both took a seat on the bench nearby. Namjoon discussed his work trip in detail. Specifically describing how this trip was the most boring since most of the meetings he attended were mostly out of obligation just because he was a CEO, and some of which could have easily been an email.

The way back was entirely different. While you had spent the way to Hangang laughing and giggling, the return from there was exactly the opposite. There was nothing but peace, and the serenity was second to none. The dimly lit streets and the occasional loud winds were music to your soul, and you made a point to do this on a more regular basis.

Namjoon quickly kissed you goodnight when you returned to his private garage, and the driver immediately got the car to drop you off at your location. You kissed Namjoon back and got into the car to get to your home and retire for the night.

Your mind kept racing back to the beautiful evening you had spent with Namjoon. Somehow Namjoon was entirely different from the others you had been in an arrangement with before. There was something about him that drew you to him, in a very different manner. Whatever you had with him was strictly platonic. Yet it made you want to explore everything that this new arrangement had to offer.

"Is he free right now?" You asked Namjoon's assistant, who smiled at you brightest, making you wonder what made her so happy to see you.

"His meeting just ended." She quickly gets up from her seat, leading you to the large door to Namjoon's office. She opens the door for you and you thank her and make your way inside.

"Hey Mr.Kim." Namjoon looks up from his laptop and immediately the stoic expression on his face turns several notches brighter.

"Hello Ms.Y/n, Must say this is a very pleasant surprise."

"Well, then I think I have a better surprise for you."

"And what would that be?" You quickly pull out the black envelope from your handbag and place the envelope in front of Namjoon, who eyes the envelope curiously. But the moment he opens it, his eyes brighten up a million times more. He gets up from the seat and quickly rushes to your side and pulls you from your chair and envelopes you in a tight hug.

"I was thinking about this today, This is the best thing today." Namjoon twirls you in his arms and you laugh fondly at the man's excitement. How could this man possibly be this cute?

"I'm glad you liked the surprise."

"Liked it? Y/N I loved it. Thank you."

"The pleasure is all mine." You knew he would love this and that was the reason you had decided to surprise him with the Art Basel Switzerland 2022. You and Namjoon shared a love for art and that was how you met him.

"This is going to be so much fun babe."

"It will, But I hope I'm not interrupting any of your schedules."

"Are you kidding me, Of course not? I'll manage it from my end. Don't worry."

"Perfect, So we leave the day after. Hope that's not too much of short notice?"

"Nope, Even if it was, I love it."

Namjoon ended up treating you to some delicious lunch for surprising him. You were a little scared at first considering yours, and Namjoon's arrangement was fairly new and to top it off he was a busy CEO. Taking him out on such short notice was a big risk you had taken on your end and you were more than glad to have the positive result.

As much as you loved getting surprised. You would love to do the same. And you were going to make sure you both would have fun on this trip.

Namjoon decided on the logistics of the trip. He absolutely refused to accept any bookings from your side and you agreed reluctantly. Post your lunch, you bid goodbye to Namjoon since you had to shop for your trip. Nam Joon returned to his meetings and his usual schedule.

You spent the day and the next packing and shopping for your trip. You had picked up all kinds of dresses according to your itinerary. You had a different glide to your step since you were too excited to take this trip. You have been visiting Art Basel for a couple of years in Hong Kong and Paris and you loved every part of it.

Namjoon came over to stay the night to have dinner and leave with you the next morning for your trip to Switzerland. You end up watching a rom-com and having a Chinese takeout followed by a nice cuddle.

The seventeen-hour-long flight takes a toll on you and him both. You both end up sleeping the entire day that you arrived and only getting up to eat. The next day, the first destination that Nam Joon wanted to see, the first thing he landed in Basel, was the Kunstmuseum. Since it was one of the few galleries around town that had Van Gogh and Picasso and Gauguin together.

"Joon hurry up we're getting late."

"Coming. Give me a second." You walk inside the room again to see him applying his lip balm calmly. Namjoon looks up to you and motions his fingers signaling a second, and you nod. The moment he finishes his application. He throws it away nonchalantly in someplace in the room and your eyes nearly bulge out at his actions. How was this man so perfect. Yet so careless at the same time?

"That lip balm.--Before you could say anything further, Namjoon drags you out of the room, making an excuse that it must be somewhere on the floor.

You visit the Kunstmuseum hand in hand with Namjoon, who just holds your hand while he admires his favorite piece, Picasso's El Greco.

"That's such a beautiful piece of art." You immediately get lost in the timeless art. Art has always been fascinating to you. But you had no artwork in your collections so far because you wanted them when you would have a house of your own. You looked at Namjoon, whose whole concentration was stuck in the painting. His face had such a calmness to it that it kept you staring at him for a few seconds longer.

"What are you thinking?"

"His paintings have no constraints, they show everything. That's what I admire the most about him."

"True. He does portray all of the emotions in his painting. Happy, Sad, Dark, Joys, Sorrows."

"How could he make something so beautiful, That it hurts." You have no answer to this question. What exactly went through the artist's mind when he made the art was only up to him. The rest of the world could only draw theories from the colors and their patterns of it.

You had your day planned around the Kunstmuseum; you spent the day watching the entire museum with both of you equally involved in admiring the beauty of those artists that had you and Nam joon entranced.

You laughed around and ate some of the best delicacies that Basel had to offer with a beer course, and you had the entire stay planned out well in advance as the sun set. You and Namjoon sat by the park to admire the way the sky was getting painted in all shades of orange and Pink.

You freshen up after your visit to the Kunstmuseum. You lay flat on the bed in the clothes you had worn since morning. The entire day you had spent walking the entire museum, in the parks, finally caught up to you.

You slept for some time before you woke up and started hearing loud voices. You remembered Namjoon mentioning he had a meeting later in the evening. Not an important one at that; just a small overview of some proposal his company was planning to consider.

You pick out your clothes and make your way to the bathroom for a nice hot shower. The shower definitely did you some good washing away all the tiredness from the body. You picked out lacy black underwear along with an oversized t-shirt since you had no occasion to dress up considering you both had decided to stay in and order dinner.

The moment you entered the hall. You froze in place, watching the man at work. Namjoon was dressed in all black. The black shirt hugged his frame so well, leaving your mouth watering. He moved his eyes towards you acknowledging your presence in the room. Your brain immediately went into a short circuit, lust taking over your logic. You had seen the look that Namjoon had on his face. He looked bored as hell and an evil plan took shape in your mind. You moved towards the said man, and he raised his eyebrows at you. You quietly moved the chairs out of the way and you could see the way Namjoon was furrowing his brows in a warning. You paid no heed to the warning and crawled right under the table. You ran a finger over his thighs and Namjoon immediately parted his legs for you a little, making the space a little more comfortable.

You ran your hands over his thighs again and you felt him tensing beneath your touch. You slowly raised onto his waist level and tried to open his pants. The buttons came out pretty easy, but to get it down was another level of hard work which you were required to do. You tapped Namjoon on his thighs thrice, but the man refused to budge. You tapped him twice again, hoping he would help you do what you wanted to do. Joon budged, but a second later. He shifted just a little to give you the chance to pull his pants down.

You giggled a little, imagining how he was actually pulling this off on a video call. But the moment the giggle escaped your throat, you heard a stern cough from above and you got back to what you were doing. Getting his boxers off was a piece of cake. The moment you touched his half-hard cock. You were already drooling. You took his cock in your mouth and began sucking on it to make him hard. Which you succeeded almost immediately.

The fact that he actually got hard within seconds gave you the thrills and confirmation enough that you were doing a good job. You stopped for a second to admire the beauty of the beast in your hand. Namjoon was huge, like, really huge. You licked the head and swirled your tongue around it and you heard a hiss from above.

You kissed and licked the head while your hands moved on the length of his cock. You licked a super sloppy strip along his length, tracing the most beautiful set of veins with your wet muscle, and Namjoon shivered a little. You were having so much fun with it. That you had almost forgotten that he was on a call.

Though you were fairly new to Namjoon's length, the techniques that he had taught you last time were helping you quite a lot. You decided to try something new and you quickly started french-kissing his cock, earning his hand on your scalp. The stutter in his "Yeah", "Go on." and "Okay's" gave you the compliment you were waiting for.

Thanks to the tall height of the table which gave you enough room to sit in a comfortable position. Thanks to the most expensive suite in the hotel. You quickly sat on your knees and you slowly started taking his length in your mouth. You started with the half slowly easing him into the rest. The moment you started deepthroating him. The hold Namjoon had on your scalp tightened and you hissed with the pain but enjoyed every bit of it.

You start with slow motion, alternating between slow to medium paces. You started licking the base of his cock with your tongue while he was still deep in your throat. You couldn't help but moan and you felt Namjoon's cock twitching in your mouth with the vibrations your mouth was providing him with.

Namjoon was impossibly hard in your mouth and at one point, you gagged. You ended up making it as wet and as slobbery as possible. You continued the deep throating and kept alternating the pace with medium and slow and suddenly fast with your hands on the base of his cock, which gave you the sharpest pull you had ever experienced on your scalp. Namjoons cock twitched again in your mouth, signaling he was close, and before you knew it he exploded in your mouth.

Namjoon kept cumming for a hot minute and you enjoyed every bit of it. As soon as you divert your attention away from his cock. You are greeted with a very, very wet mess that you have made between your legs and are on the verge of having a cramp in your legs.

The moment you tried to move away, Namjoon tightened his hold on your scalp, keeping you in a position you were in. Your mind started traveling at the speed of light if you had pissed him off, or if you had gone overboard, or if you had ended up stirring trouble. What if he had messed up something very important in his meeting?

"Mr.Kang, Please reschedule this meeting some other time. I am getting a call that I have to take. Good work everyone." Before you could hear a response, Namjoon had already hung up the call and you prayed to not have messed up anything.

Namjoon slowly moved his hands away from you, and you saw his chair moving a little backward. You tried to move away, but Namjoon's voice had you glued to your spot right there. Once again.

"Stay right there." You saw Namjoon get up and walk into the other room and you relaxed in your position but did not dare to turn around. The second you heard the footsteps, you got back to the position you were in. The pair of legs stopped to their previous position and you just hoped internally that you weren't in too much trouble.

"Come here, sweetie." Namjoon slowly bent down to your level and offered his hand for you to take. You extend your hand a little hesitantly. But Namjoon grabs it and helps you get out of the table. Namjoon picks you up with ease and places you on the table and pulls the chair and takes a seat. Relaxing himself and sitting in a comfortable position.

"Lie behind y/n." You meekly follow the instructions given to you, and the moment you lie down, Namjoon moves forward with this chair. Getting to eye level with your pussy. He was so close that you could feel his breath in your center.

"So tell me Y/n, Did you cum?" He says, running his finger over the wet patch. His touch brought out the same shivers you had experienced the first time Namjoon touched you. You manage to utter a weak no, Namjoons attitude puts you in a position that has you waiting for his instructions.

"Good, Because now I'm going to make you cum until you forget your own name." The sentence gave you goosebumps, imagining what all was in place for you. You uttered a yes in a weak voice and immediately Namjoon's hand made contact with your pussy.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes Sir." Namjoon ripped the panties off of you. Leaving you in a state that made you too weak for words. There was something about this Joon. The Namjoon that was so excited two days ago when you planned this trip was nowhere to be found. This Namjoon right here was someone else and was emitting a very, very dangerous aura.

Namjoon ran his fingers on your inner thighs and you could feel your breathing get more erratic. You writhed around when you felt him lick a thick strip starting from the bottom to the top. Namjoon kept licking similar stripes on your pussy and you felt yourself dripping more and more by the passing second.

"Namjoon please." A spank on your inner thighs jolted you back to the first rule namjoon had taught. To never address him by his name when you were in this setting.

"Sir please."

"This is the last time you make this mistake, Y/N." You squeaked a "yes sir" and he got back to where he left off. You were laid out on the table in front of him while Namjoon sat on the chair and relished you. You would have given anything in the world to see the sight, but those were not your instructions, and you had to follow what he had said.

Namjoon continued his ministrations with his tongue and you started writhing with pleasure trying to get a hold of something, but unfortunately, you could find none. Other than your nails, which are starting to dig deep in your skin. Deep enough to draw blood.

You felt Namjoon use his thumb to separate your folds and blow air onto your swollen lips. His touch went from being gentle to erratic in a matter of a few seconds, and before you knew it his tongue had entered you too. With the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through your body and your back arched, you let out a silent scream as you exploded on his tongue.

You hadn't even gotten down from your high. When you felt one of his fingers enter you. You shuddered with overstimulation as you could feel the smirk that decorated his face. Namjoon had abundantly clear that he was as much of a giver.

Namjoon kept massaging his finders inside you and another wave of heavenly pleasure took over you. You felt sweat dripping down your forehead with the way his fingers worked their magic inside you.

Sparks ignited your vision the moment you felt Namjoons lips over your clit. You couldn't help but buck against his fingers. You felt yourself squirming and Namjoon growled, and you tried to quieten down.

"Please sir, Make me cum." Namjoon growled against your pussy and you could feel the pleasure building inside you once again. The moment he curled his fingers inside you combined with his tongue on your clit the pleasure intensified a hundredfold and you felt your nerves exploding, You came with a guttural moan and black spots crowded your vision and the glorious man looked up from between your thighs with your juices dripping down his chin.

"You taste like fucking heaven." Namjoon helped you sit up and he stroked your face gently. You looked at the man standing before you, and you could swear right at that moment that you had never seen such a beautiful sight before.

"That was mind-boggling."

"You still have to give me one more." You gasped at the mention of one more orgasm. You didn't even know if you had it in you. Namjoon stepped back and slowly unbuttoned his black shirt, and that had you drooling over the first spec of skin that graced your eyes.

The more the buttons started coming out combined with those deadly eyes. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second. You reached out to open the buttons of his pants once again and Namjoon smirked, grabbing your hands and running them over his clothed erection.

"You remember your safe word?"

"Cherries."

"Good. Anytime you want to stop just say it. If you can't say it just bang the table violently twice."

"Yes Sir."

"Good Girl. Now lay back like before and open those legs wide for me." You did as you were told. Excitement overtook your body as you tried to anticipate what Namjoon was going to do to you. Being fucked into oblivion topping the list.

You were spread out on the table. Naked. Your breath hitched again the moment Namjoon got between your legs and he bent forward and crashed his lips on yours. He kissed you hard and fast, which had you breathless in a matter of a few seconds. Your attention snapped away from the kiss for a second when you felt his hard length poking your entrance. You whimpered when Namjoon pulled you just a little to let the tip enter you.

"Oh my god." You could feel your brain flip over when he repeated it again and again. The man was in no mood to let you breathe. Namjoons hand moved to your nipples and you swear you felt the life leave out of you.

"Breathe." Namjoon calmed you down a little. This was absolutely overwhelming. You were feeling so much with these actions. That you wished nothing else but for him to fuck the living shit out of you.

Namjoon made you feel things in a way that no one ever did. You were burning with desire for this man and that was driving you impatient.

"Sir please fuck me."

"Yeah, You promise you will be a good girl?"

"Yes, Please."

"Remember your safe word." Without waiting for your acknowledgment Namjoon drove his hips into you with a force that had you blacking out for a second. You now know why he asked twice about the safe word. His cock sunk deep within you, and you let out a scream at how big he was. Namjoon pulled back and slammed his hips into you again. Deeper this time, and the table shook beneath you. He kept going deeper with every plunge and you kept screaming his name like you won.

"Fucking hell, You're squeezing me." Namjoon had a firm grip over your thighs while he kept pistoning his hips in and out of you with a force you had never experienced before.

Namjoon quickly lifted you from the table with a hand and bent you over the table. This time his hands gripped your waist so tight you were sure you were not going to feel your lower body tomorrow. His entire body was moving inside you with the force that could have the table collapsing if he hadn't bent you over it.

You screamed the loudest when you felt his cock hitting the exact spot and you could feel his thrusts getting desperate, and the moment he touched your clit you felt the nerves in your body exploding. The intensity of the orgasm almost gets you to pass out.

Namjoon came with a loud grunt, and warmth flooded inside you leaving you breathless. Your brain was spinning from all the actions and you were absolutely flushed from the way Namjoon had fucked you into oblivion.

Namjoon quickly helped you up and sat on the chair with you safely nestled in his lap. He kissed you so gently that he had warmth flooding inside you. He stroked your head gently and kept you as close to him as possible. He held you close to him and you relaxed yourself to the beating of his heart.

"You okay?"

"More than Okay."

"Good."

"Namjoon."

"Yeah?"

"Do I get the same treatment for teasing you again?" Namjoon laughs wholeheartedly, He picks you up with ease and throws you over his shoulders, and spanks your bare ass, which has your yelping.

"Next time I won't go gentle like today."

[malthemagnifisent]

Plot: Cyrus has returned from the shadow realm to find he has been gone for a year, and the one person he wants to see is Mal.

Notes: It’s kinda short, but oh well, I still like it, and I hope you enjoy. I haven’t written any choices fics in ages.

Cyrus was sitting in bed—the bed of the room he had slept in only a few short weeks ago. At least for him, it had only been a few weeks, but not for his friends, Kade, or Mal.

When Kade had told him it had been a year, Cyrus hadn’t known what to say, and he hated to admit it, but he had snapped and yelled at his brother even though he already knew that time between the realms did not move at the same speed.

He had been struck with the sudden weight of time and a horror at the fact he had missed out on so much, and for him, it had been in the blink of an eye. For him, it had been a few days at most; he really wasn’t sure. He had woken up alone and in pain; he had simply assumed the extent of his time on the shadow realm, but with a year passing at home, he was left to wonder if perhaps he had been out longer than he thought.

His hands clenched on the bedsheets below him, and a shaky sigh fell from his parted lips. He didn’t exactly feel at ease right now; he’d just escaped imprisonment and the threat of death. It was hard to calm down after that, especially when he had yet to see his friends.

Kade had assured him that they would arrive to see him soon; both Nia and Mal were close and only needed to be informed of his return. Tyril and Imtura were easy to contact, but they had not stayed in the white tower, so he wouldn’t see either of them for at least a day or two.

The wait was agonizing.

Kade stayed with him as long as possible, but it seemed his brother was no longer just a boy from some small town with nothing better to do than hang out with his brother; no, he was an important figure in the White Tower, and Cyrus hadn’t wanted to keep him from his duties.

Besides, Nia or Mal would arrive soon, and then everything would be better again.

He fell back against the bed with a groan and a wince, his whole body aching from the rough treatment in the shadow realm. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in the arms of one of his friends, or Mal’s. He would like to have Mal with him.

As if his thoughts were read, he heard the door open, and at first he sighed, thinking it was Kade coming to fuss over him instead of working like Cyrus had planned for him to do, but when he turned toward the door, he froze in shock at what he saw.

It was Mal, but not Mal like Cyrus remembered him, not the Mal that Cyrus had left behind only a few days before; he looked older, worn down, and his hair was short. It had been cut down to a neat length, trimmed, and kept perfectly even, so different from his prior appearance that Cyrus wasn’t sure what to say.

"You cut your hair," he finally blurted out, as if this wasn’t the first time Mal had seen him in a year.

He would have liked to be more eloquent, to wax poetry, and to apologize for leaving him for a whole year, but he couldn’t think of anything that sounded good enough.

"I can grow it back," Mal said, and that was one thing that hadn’t changed in a year: his voice was still the same, still helplessly soft, a tone that Cyrus had come to realize the man had only ever used on him.

Cyrus had shakily stood from the bed and taken a step toward Mal, who seemed frozen in the doorway, staring at Cyrus like he doubted his existence, which wasn’t surprising. "It’s really been a year?" He whispered, taking another small step forward, holding himself back from launching himself into Mal’s arms because he thought the man might collapse if he did that.

He was only a few feet away now, close enough to reach out and touch if he wanted, and God did he want to, but some traitorous part of him was worried that Mal might be angry at him, that he’d be upset at Cyrus for being gone so long. It was a ridiculous, horrible thought, but he had it anyway.

"One year, two months, and four days," Mal said, his voice cracking in a way that Cyrus hadn’t heard before, and it was that that finally broke him from his thoughts and got him to reach out.

He threw himself into Mal’s arms, which closed around him immediately, holding him so tightly that the breath was squeezed from his lungs, but he didn’t dare protest; he couldn't; he didn’t want to be released; he wanted to stay like this until the sun went down, until the world stopped spinning.

"I’m sorry, Mal, I’m so sorry," he whispered, his hand sliding up to tangle into Mal’s hair. There was less to grab now, but he still managed it, gently tugging on the short strands. He’d done the same thing before, when they had held each other, but this felt so different; it was desperate and needy; it was the built-up emotions of a year apart.

Mal swore softly and began to walk them back into the bedroom, using the hem of his foot to kick the door closed as they went, his hands never leaving Cyrus, just running up and down his body as if searching for injury.

"Don’t fucking say that; don’t apologize, you idiot." Mal cursed again, but the hoarse sound of his voice was enough to make Cyrus’ eyes well with tears. He couldn’t imagine what Mal must have felt over the long year apart; had he looked for Cyrus? Had he given up hope and resigned himself to never seeing him again? Had he accepted Cyrus as dead and moved on? It was unimaginable.

The back of Cyrus’ knees came into contact with the bed, and in a moment they were falling back onto the soft mattress. Mal was on top of him, still holding him tightly, as if Cyrus would disappear if he dared loosen his grip.

"You’re alive," Mal whispered, the words pressing into Cyrus’ skin, warming him like the heat of the sun.

Finally, Mal lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting Cyrus’ own as he reached out to cup Cyrus’ cheek in his hand, which was still rough and worn down from work, calluses marring the tanned skin the same way they always had.

Slowly, Mal’s thumb brushed beneath his eyes, smoothing over a pale bruise that colored a small section of Cyrus’ cheekbone. "You came back to me."

Cyrus let out a shaky laugh and nodded his head, reaching up to place his hand over Mal’s, shifting the man’s hold so he could press a kiss to his lover's fingertips. It was a gentle touch because he thought that was all he could manage at the moment, but Mal still drew in a sharp breath, as if Cyrus had blessed him with something holy, as if he had granted him salvation.

It was the kind of sound that made Cyrus’ world shift.

"You would have come back to me," he whispered, and there was not a shred of doubt in his tone. He was sure that if Mal had been the one taken, he would have found a way back to Cyrus.

Mal’s jaw clenched, and he briefly screwed his eyes shut, clearly fighting off tears. Even after all this time, he was still reluctant to cry, and Cyrus wondered how much his supposed death had furthered that fear of emotion.

"I would’ve crawled my way back to you, Cyrus; no goddamn shadow would stop me," he said, his brown eyes flying open. There were shining tears clinging to his lashes, and when he blinked, they finally fell, streaking down his cheeks and catching in the scruff of his beard.

It was a beautiful sight. Maybe it shouldn’t have been, but Cyrus couldn’t look away; he just gently wiped away a tear drop, his lips parted in a soft gasp, and his own eyes blurred with tears.

The next moment, Mal’s lips were on his.

It wasn’t like their previous kisses; all of those had been soft, if not a bit messy, but this one was sudden and desperate; it was the touch of a man who’d been waiting for a year to touch, who’d waited so long to feel the way Cyrus’ back arched under his hands, who’d waited a year to taste his tears, to feel the burn of pain as his lips were bitten.

He’d been starving for a year, and finally he’d been blessed with sustenance, and he was taking his fill lest it be stolen from him again.

[dyrewrites]

Character stuff, because why not

I'm sharing my notes on the two MCs of Pale Blood, but cutting out their abilities (because that would make this way too long) and anything spoiler-y.

So, allow me to introduce Delmas and Odea;

Del (Delmas Olren)

"Oh, I’ll get mine and then all those leeches will be begging to kiss my ass."

Half-fang bloodrunner. He looks about 30, give or take a few years depending on when he’s last fed (or slept) but is around 42 (which is young for a fang but he acts more like the middle aged man he is). He’s pale skinned with medium length, messy mouse brown hair that is always getting in his eyes. His bright hazel eyes. His face is rounded but his jaw and cheekbones are distinct with a thick mustache and beard that he tries to keep trimmed into a kind of shape—round is a shape. Build-wise he's a bit of a giant at 6'5” and a bit on the beefy side, with thick arms and a soft middle(he takes issue with the term “dad bod”, as he is not a father, but he is fond of men with daddy issues), all kept well hidden under a baggy shirt and a big leather coat—his jeans are more fitted around the back, and the coat is easy to toss to the side when he's feeling flirty. Delmas looks a bit like a bear, acts more like a horny raccoon and is probably closer to a red panda. He can puff up and knows plenty of tricks but he doesn't fight unless he needs to. He talks bigger than he seems capable of backing up, but he can back it up. which is why he's still alive. He's a charming smart mouth who uses a bit more slang than he should, most of it outdated, and is more than a little flirty with all the pretty men he meets.

Colors

Black everything, sometimes gray, maybe a stitch of white here and there—Delmas is a no muss no fuss kinda guy about most things but especially his wardrobe.

Mementos

Delmas wears a seashell bracelet that he rarely removes , which was a gift from a boyfriend he didn't mean to chase off. The shells are small, shaved round, soft white and speckled in faded pinks. They're strung on a thin band of braided prismatic hair.

Odea (Odearna Mal Forna)

“What did I do to earn the attention of every weirdo in this Gods-forsaken pit of a city?”

Half-witch (Sister of Dusk, Bloodbriar Coven) phlebotomist. She’s in her 30s—she’s not entirely sure of her birthdate, as her mother wasn’t, but she’s pretty sure she’s 34. She’s shorter than most everyone, at about 4’11”. Build-wise she’s petite but curvy, bit of a short stack, who ensures those curves disappear under oversized baggy sweaters and thick leggings. Her wavy auburn hair is cut to just below her ears with wispy bangs that get caught in the thick glasses she shouldn't need. There are easy fixes for eyes but she thought they'd deter handsy thugs. Her eyes are also hazel—something they laugh about—and while she is naturally tan, life in the smog pales most everyone and she’s a bit pastier than she outta be. Even her freckles have faded to a barely visible splatter of reddish brown across her nose. She's smol but fierce, preferring to fight than run or hide and she doesn't like anything that takes her choice to do so away. She's a mixed bag, with a lot of moods that she doesn't seem to notice. Speech wise, she curses like a sailor and doesn't pull punches but she's always sincere and that's why people put up with her. It is also why she's never allowed to work the dayshift again.

Colors

Grays and pinks, mostly, preference for pastels and anything big and comfy, bonus points if it has cats on it—Odea is all soft, snuggly comfort.

Mementos

Despite no longer practicing, Odea keeps her rotwood Daughter Dusk charm around her neck at all times. It sits tight in the center of a choker made from bleak purple witchvine, the short gray thorns permanently stained with her black blood. It protects her from most magic but broadcasts her dreams to her sisters—and the Daughter Dusk.

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Side Characters and More

[mierukami]

PTSD Radio is told in a series of randomly placed short stories. What PTSD Radio does best is set off your ‘fight or flight’ instinct; the ‘threat’ isn’t obvious (all we know is it has something to do with hair, it reminded me of those horror movie series I watched growing up, The Grudge) and because of this even after I closed the manga my brain continued to search for a potential threat, making it hard to sleep that night. The artwork is brilliantly creepy, by the way. Massaki’s work is kinda simplistic, lacking a plot, and just simply, ‘empty’. Ironically it is those three things that make this series, PTSD Radio, absolutely terrifying to me. This is the first horror manga to make me hesitate when turning my lights off to go to bed, putting down my window blinds the second the sun began to set in fear that I’d see a scary figure staring back at me from the darkness, not wanting to stumble towards the bathroom at 3am in the dark because one of the monsters from this manga might be waiting for me. I recommend this series to people whose brains work in the way mine does in regard to horror; feeling uncertainty and creepiness in things that sit a little too close to normality (like a figure in the distance or a tiny noise in a quiet house). I can understand that if you’re someone that wants horror with a clear plot and characters who have development, this may not be for you, but if you only need a certain trigger to be so scared you can’t sleep? Try this one out. --------- *Manga : Kouishou Radio or PTSD Radio (on going, 6 volumes) *MAL rating : 5.65/10 | my rating : 9/10 *Synopsis : Carried into modern Japan from a forgotten past, the being known as Ogushi haunts and tortures humans of all kinds. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #itojunji #berserkmanga #blackandwhite #horrormanga #manga #horror #horroranime #junjiitocollection #animegirl #horrorart #mangas #cosplay #mangaaesthetic #animeart #animemanga #creepy #seinenmanga #mangarecommendation #mangapanels #tomie #darkmanga #seinen #mangacollection #mangagore #horrorcore #darkanime #horrorstories #horrorfan #mangacap #horroraddict https://www.instagram.com/p/CrlcEKnog4E/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gmanwhore]

Fuck it, appereance headcanons cause we need more variety:

Pandemonica- She is pretty tall, pretty slim, sometimes is confused by being shorter than she actually is cause she slouches all the time. Looks like she needs to sleep more.

Modeus- Very well arranged, she looks like someone who has a very good skin care routine because she has. Very curvy, average height, probably didn't think much of it for a long time.

Cerberus- All of them look pretty much the same, they are pretty short but kinda lean, all of them are kinda hairy. Big puppy dog eyes.

Malina- Short, definitiely doesn't like people calling attention to it, pretty soft and round and doesn't do much about it. Her hair is a mess all the time and she has some eyebags.

Zdrada- Taller than Malina, still average height but calls herself tall in relation to Mal, pretty strong and definitely uses that to her adventage. Has some tattoos here and there.

Azazel- A bit shorter than most of the cast but taller than both Malina and Cerberus, average body type, not too big or too thin, unexplicably adorable always. Has eyebags because she spends all night researching.

Justice- Probably the tallest member of the cast other than the Helltaker, buff as fuck and you do not mess with her, her hair is surprisingly well done even though she does it herself, has some scars here and there.

Lucifer- The averagest of average heights in the whole world. Tries way to hard to look fancy but she only comes across as conceited. Average body type before the game, has a mom bod after it.

Judgement- Girl be here looking like a shonen protagonist, tall but a little bit less than Justice is, however her strenght is more noticeable. Also has scars, what beint the High Prosecutor does to a mfer.

Beelzebub- A bit shorter than the rest of the cast in the human form, definitely the talest member than all of the cast in their fly form. You don't represent gluttony without a bit of soft. Surprisingly well kept together considering they were in the void.

Helltaker- Fucking huge both in height and muscles, before Hell he just looked like some random edgelord, now he is some edgelord with scars and bandages because fuck him.

REALLLL

[mountain-in-springtime]

Mal the people need and I mean need to know if you were a muppet what would you look like!!! go into as much detail as you want to!!!! ham it up!😂🤍

omg allie i LOVE this question!! okay so i think like the basic muppet body structure would be similar to piggy’s but my face would be similar to janice’s BUT i would have eyes like piggy’s. i’d also maybe have a nose similar to zoot’s but maybe i wouldn’t have a nose at all bc ya girl’s nose is kinda large but it’s not the focus of my face. my mouth would be like janice’s tho with her lil lipstick. my hair would be a wig instead of the string/yarn hair. the wig would probably be a brown version of a combo between a short farrah fawcett cut and robin buckley’s s3 hair. my lil muppet fit would either be jeans and a t shirt (but like in a fun 80s way), a fran fine inspired fit, or a flowy hippie-style skirt-tank top combo. so yeah that’d be my muppet look 😂

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 2- Ch. 1: Letting Go

It’s been 2 months since I’ve left Auradon Prep. Part of me says it’s saddening to be left alone with 2 cats in the middle of the woods. But on the other hand it’s been so liberating! I’ve finally mastered the difficult draughts and elixirs in mother’s spellbook, as well as being able to move objects with my mind.

The empathy path between me and Carlos has helped keep me updated on how things are back at school, letting me know that my true love has been feeling content and happy. Which is… nice? Is it selfish of me to be jealous that Carlos is doing fine without me? Does he miss me as much as I miss him?

“Magica! I have returned!”

I keep stirring my moonlight elixir and pay the black cat little attention. “Greetings, Binx. Sorry if I’m a bit vague but I’m feeling dragged down today. Did you bring the ginger root I require?”

He hops up on a nearby stack of books. “Um… actually I brought something better-”

“Knock knock, trixie!”

My jaw drops. “No!” I open the door to find the 4 VKs standing on my doorstep and a wide grin sets on my face. “Goodness gracious! Hey, guys! Come on in!”

They’re just as I remember them! It seems longer than 2 months since I’ve seen them, and in the short time I can already see they’ve changed a bit. Most noticeable is that Carlos has grown his hair out a bit.

Evie looks ecstatic as she examines my newly-colored hair. “I must say, your new look is stunning! Why purple?”

“Yeah, well… I kinda got inspiration from Mal. This year purple is the new pink!”

They all give me one big hug and then start taking a look around my small dwelling.

“Wow. You’ve really gotten hooked on this witch stuff,” Jay gawks when he sees my overflowing shelves of books and potion vials. “Hey Binx- think fast!” He tosses the black cat a ball of twine, which Binx bats away at like a madman- er, madcat.

“Sorry I didn’t tidy up, but in my defense it isn’t often I get visitors. Once in a while FG drops by to see how I’m doing, but other than that the only conversation I get is with Binx.”

“That sounds lonely,” Carlos frowns.

I shrug. “It took some getting used to but I actually enjoy it. So, why the pop-in?”

“We wanted to stop by to invite you to Ben and my Cotillion next week,” Mal says as she examines my herbs. Meanwhile Evie keeps taking sneak peaks in my closet and mentally judging the wrinkled clothes.

“Is that… like a dance or something? Also yes, Evie, I know my clothes aren’t the best. But when you live in the woods you lower your expectations!”

She pouts and crosses her arms. “Fine. But when you come to cotillion I’m making you a proper gown!”

I frown. “Who says I’m going?”

“We do, because we miss you!” Carlos pulls me in for a hug and my heart does a flip.

“Aw, you’re too kind, Freckles. Oh! Evie, how’s the fashion business going?”

The blue-haired VK’s eyes light up. “I’m already booked with dress orders! Doug’s been helping me set up a real designer business!”

Ooh, I bet Doug’s loved that! I really hope they stay together.

“So what should I do for Cotillion? I’m a weird scary witch, remember? I haven’t spent 2 months alone in the woods for nothing!”

“You’ll be an honorary guest on behalf of Ben and me.” Mal takes my hand and gives me a stern look. “If people have a problem with that, they take it up with us.”

“We actually came here for another reason…” Jay eyes Mal, who snickers.

“We need your help to brew a catastrophe draught for a school prank. I’ve got a spell from my book that’ll heighten its power, then we’re-”

“We’re going to dip some apples in it and give them to the other students!” Jay laughs. “It’s gonna be hilarious!”

Evie smiles. “And we know your mom’s spell book would have the best recipe, since your aunt’s into crazy potions and all.”

My mouth twists into a lopsided grin. “Gonna make ‘em all dance, huh? Sounds familiar.”

Carlos nudges me playfully. “Thought we’d take a page out of your book. So will ya help us out?”

I look around at the VKs’ hopeful faces and smirk. “And waste a moment to make Audrey look like a complete fool? Definitely!”

“Um, actually she’s been away visiting family for summer vacation.”

I rethink. “Then we’ll make Chad look like a complete fool! Let’s get started.”

After emptying my moonlight elixir I start scurrying around and preparing the proper ingredients for the catastrophe draught while the others pull out a bag of apples and find the spell in Mal’s book.

“Think FG will suspect I’m involved?”

Jay shakes his head and keeps playing catch with Binx. “Nah. You’re all she talks about in goodness class. Always going on about how ‘evil triumphs over good!’ and your whole spiel about ‘don’t let your heritage define your future.’ All that nice stuff.” 

“Let’s give Auradon a taste of evil…” Mal says smugly as she tosses some apples into my cauldron.

“Well, this’ll do the trick! With my mom’s magic brew and your spellbook bewitchment this’ll turn the whole school into a gang of hooligans! I wish I could see it.”

Out of the corner of my eye I see Jay give Carlos a nudge.

“You could come back, you know.” The freckled VK gets closer and I try to ignore my racing heartbeat. Don’t get your hopes up, Magica.

I keep stirring the draught and shake my head. “I’m sorry, Carlos. But it’s best if I stay in hiding until I can make my appearance at the cotillion.”

By now the brew starts glowing an aqua green and is ready for Mal’s spell.

“Wicked ways beneath the skin, let all who taste it now join in!”

We pluck the apples from the draught and they turn a bright red, causing Mal to nod in approval.

“Perfect.” She gathers them into a bag and turns to head off for the door, motioning for the others to follow.

“You’ll be at cotillion, right?” Evie asks in a hopeful voice.

At first I’m against it, but the thought of spending another two months alone here makes me cave.

“Oh, alright! Count me in!”

Jay gives me a thumbs-up and Carlos tugs me in for one last hug.

“See you soon, trixie!”

“Maybe try to stop by before cotillion?” Carlos asks after planting a quick kiss on my lips.

My smile falters but I keep a steady head. “I… might pop in for a visit.”

The VKs give a wave before shutting the door and leaving me with a very worn-out Binx.

“Had fun? You could have informed me you were bringing guests, Binx.”

“And spoil that face you had when you opened the door? Never!”

I finish cleaning up my workstation and sweep the dirt from the floor outside. “It’s just that I’d like more of a warning. There’s some magic I’ve learned that I’m not exactly fond of sharing at the moment.”

The truth is, I’ve been practicing more magic from mother’s book than I’ve let on to Fairy Godmother. She sent some approved spellbooks and potion manuals, but doesn’t know about my spellbook. I’ve found and used many useful spells, none of the dark ones. Just enough knowledge to know when to draw the line. In doing so, my usual pink magic has turned into a deep purple. I feel that if I reveal just how much I’ve read into then I’ll be grounded to learning only pocket spells again. I am no mere child to be monitored- I am a Sanderson witch.

Carlos’ POV

We get back to school and head off to start handing out the bewitched apples. I find Dude waiting for me in the gardens with an expectant look on his face.

“Sorry, bud. She’s not coming. At least for now.” 

It really tore me up when I had to leave Magica alone again, but at least this time I have an idea of when I’ll see her again.

Before I pass around my helping of apples, Jay nudges me over to a corner.

“Real quick before the fun begins, I gotta say something about trixie. Sorry to say this Carlos, but you might wanna start thinking about finding another girlfriend? One who’s… actually around?”

He thinks I- what?

My jaw drops. “How can you say that? You know I love her, Carlos! Magica’s one of the only people I completely trust. Just ask Dude!”

My canine friend joins my side and gives a loud bark as he hops up and down at the sound of Magica’s name.

But Jay’s still looking doubtful. “She says she wants to be left alone. I’d say that’s a fair turning point for any relationship you guys have.”

She- she- But she only wanted to be alone because she thought she was dangerous! Because she doesn’t like people… Isolation, being excluded… Is that a sign that she doesn’t want to be in my life? After all, every time I’ve asked her to hang out with us she’s refused and acted distant. If that’s truly what she wants…

“But you know how much she’s had to go through! If I consider this then it’ll tear her apart.”

Jay takes out an apple and tosses it between his hands. “I know, I know. But some good things aren’t meant to be. She’d say something if she wanted to be with you. Sometimes you need to let things go.”

He goes off to start spreading mischief and leaves me with Dude, who lets out a whine.

“I know, buddy. I miss her too.”

Maybe it is time to start letting things go...

[house-of-slayterr]

Breaking In That New Town Feel

Tags: @vechkinfan Since you wanted a part two, I’m so glad you love how I write your character. She’s low key becoming my favorite “Lost Boy” 🥺🥰❤️

Mal’s POV:

The walk back to the video store was tense. I could feel eyes on me from somewhere in the crowd but I couldn’t pinpoint it. So I picked up my pace, practically slamming the shop door shut on my way in. I leaned against the window as I caught my breath. But this time I was certain there were eyes on me. Max.

“Sorry.” I breathed out in a huff.

“You alright?“ his voice held almost genuine concern, could have fooled me if I were anyone else.

“Yeah, made the mistake of running back” I lied.

And my answer was quick to shut him up. He never even moved from behind the counter. I slowly pushed myself off the window and sauntered over to the front desk. I leaned against it, my head in my hands.

“Sell anything good tonight?”

He raised a brow at my question.

“Not many people stopped by. The weekends tomorrow, won’t get much business back until Sunday night. Everyone will be out on the boardwalk.”

I nodded my head.

“Did ya eat?”

Again, he looked confused. I don’t know why I was asking so many questions either. It was like I couldn’t stop them from coming out of my mouth. I just didn’t want to be alone right now I guess. I must have zoned out because I was brought back when I heard the old man chuckle.

“You’re strange, you know that right?” He laughed.

“Sue me.” I shrugged.

“Where Charlie?”

“Ran into some boys on the board walk, didn’t want to cramp her style.”

I almost didn’t notice the distaste in his look. But it was there, hidden behind his bullshit “business man” disguise.

“Not interested in boys?” He asked.

It came out more as an accusation.

“More like they aren’t interested in me.” I brushed it off, turning out to the store and leaning my elbows against the counter. “Boys are gross creatures anyways.”

A snort left his mouth. “Couldn’t have said it better myself kid.”

My head turned to the left as the door chime rang and someone came in. It was an older woman but she was quite pretty. She had short hair that suited her well, made her look youthful. Her eyes were soft and her smile was even softer. ‘She must be a mother’ I thought. Something about her demeanour screamed “I have kids”

“Wish she were my mom” I muttered under my breath.

I turned back to max and quickly noticed him staring after her. I didn’t miss the look in his eyes, it was unmistakable. Her looked at her with unadulterated lust, but not the perverted the kind. The kind that made your heart beat fast, and your face heat up. The kind that made you brain short circuit and make you say stupid things. A small smile grew on my face, and the old man seemed to break out of his trance. I smiled up at him.

“What?” He asked, kinda creeped out.

“Go talk to her.” I whisper shouted.

“What?!”

“I know you heard me. Go on, I’m sure she doesn’t bite. Unless you’re into that.” I added, hoping he wouldn’t find my joke too distasteful.

Much to my dismay he groaned and rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious. Go, if anyone else comes in I’ll cover counter. Can’t be that hard right?”

I gave him my most convincing grin and I could see his mask crack a little. He let out a huff and looked down at me.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Take your time, live a little!” I called after her.

He shot a glare back my way, but I just gave him a goofy thumbs up. I made my way behind the counter and took inventory of the set up. I’d worked at a gas station before this, so it couldn’t be too difficult to figure out. I watched as he followed the woman into an isle, trying to guess what they would talk about. I saw her face light up when she looked at him, and I swear my heart skipped a beat. Why was this so wholesome?

The door chimed and two younger boys walked in. I have to say, they were dressed quite weird, though I suppose they would think the same about me. I just couldn’t get behind the bandana craze. They quickly sauntered over to the horror section which peaked my interest. We’re they even old enough?

I waited patiently for them to come up to the counter. As they approached I heard the shorter one mumble “Did Max hire someone new?”

“What can I do for y’a?” I greeted them with a grin.

“Uh, just this.” The one wearing the bandanna said.

I took the movie from them and squinted at the cover.

“An American Werewolf in London? Solid choice!” I said. “But I’m afraid I can’t let you boys watch this. How old even are you?”

“Old Enough!” One of them said defensively.

I sighed. I really didn’t want to get in trouble with Max, considering I didn’t even technically work here. And I didn’t want to risk this looking bad for Charlie, I’d never hear the end of it.

“Look, I’ll cut you a deal. I’ll check it out under my name, but you two have to come back and tell me what you think of it. I’m talking full essay analysis, I wanna hear your thoughts.”

The pair looked between each other, almost as if to ask “are they for real?”

“Umm, sure.” Bandana offered.

“Great. I’m Maverick by the way.”

I started tying things into the old computer and getting their purchase squared away.

“Edgar, this is my brother Alan” he introduced.

“Where Poe?” I joked.

But they simply starred up at me like I’d grown a second head.

“You’ll understand that joke when you’re older. It wasn’t very good anyways.” I offered awkwardly. I handed them back the tape. “Now go, get out of here before Maxie sees what you’re holding. He’ll have my head if he finds out I sold this to minors.”

The brothers shared another knowing look. And I raised my brow at them.

“Thanks.” Alan said awkwardly, pulling his brother to the front of the store.

As they left, Max seemed to be done with his conversation, heading back to the counter.

“What did those two want? We’re they bothering you?” He asked.

I gave him a weird look.

“Them? They were harmless. Just wanted a suggestion for a good movie, they paid and I sent them on their way back home. Kinda late for kids their age to be out, y’a know?”

He gave me a nod, but I continued to stare up at him.

“What?”

“We’ll aren’t you gonna tell me how it went, did you get her name? What’s she like?”

He groaned once more, seemingly annoyed by my endless questions. But what can I say, he was a fun man to annoy.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

I pointed to the cash register with north palms open, in an overly dramatic manor.

“You don’t work here.” He said flatly.

“But I could though.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh come on Maxie, what’s the worst that could happen? Gives you more time to go hang out with Cutie over there.”

“Firstly, don’t call her that. Secondly, it’s Max, not Maxie… and thirdly, fine. Trial week, but only because Charlie’s your friend.”

I fist pumped the air, letting out a small “yes” of victory.

“You certainly won’t regret it.”

“I better not.” He mumbled.

“Now go, ask her out on a date or something before she leaves. What’s there like two hours before you close? I’ve got every thing covered here. Go get your woman!”

“She not my- her name is Lucy.”

I smiled, having pulled the information from him.

“Miss Lucy!” I called out, getting her attention.

She looked startled, jumping slightly, but came over nonetheless. Max gave me a warning look, not sure what I was up to. But from the looks of it, he didn’t like it at all. As she reached the corner I gave her a warm smile.

“Max here hasn’t had any time for dinner tonight, he was wondering if you’d like to join him for some?”

I grinned wickedly up at him as he glared into the side of my head. Almost as if it would explode if her looked hard enough. I saw a blush creep onto her cheeks, and her hand reached up to cover her smile. It was honestly adorable, I could squeal.

“Umm, if it’s no inconvenience, I’m sure my boys already ate on their own.” She said to him.

“Of course it wouldn’t be.”

He shot me one last side glare before turning his attention back to her.

“You like Italian?”

“Love it!”

I shoed them out of the store, much to his annoyance. But he’d be thanking me later, Lucy was amazing, I could just tell. As I ushered them out the door I called after them.

“You two kids have fun now!”

I waved at them as Lucy blushed once more, laughing slightly. I quickly closed the door to the store and manned my station behind the counter. Drifting off into my thoughts as no one else came in for the night. That was until the door chimed one last time.

“Mal, what are you doing back there? You better not be trying to steal something! Where’s Max?”

Charlie crossed her arms over her chest in a motherly way. I rolled my eyes.

“Lost your Entourage I see?”

She rolled her eyes at me, flipping me off.

“Seriously, get out from behind there. Max won’t be-“

“We’ll he gave me the job so.”

“He what?”

“Yeah, I told him I’d be staying in town for a while and wanted some extra cash. Figured you wouldn’t mind, we could work a few shifts together during the day, then you can go hang out with those… boys- after work.”

She sighed heavily, approaching the counter and leaning on it exactly how I had earlier.

“You really don’t like them do you?”

“Not in the slightest. But I’m never gonna tell you who you can and can’t hand out with Char. I can’t hog you all to myself, that would be selfish.”

I ruffled her hair and she swatted at my hands.

“Thanks mom!” She joked.

“Common let’s go watch Sleepaway Camp!” I said, locking the door and shutting off the light. I’m sure Max had his key on him.

We made our way up the stairs and I cut in front of Charlie, reaching below the mat for the key. She glanced up at me with that stupid look on her face.

“What?”

“How did you know-“

“Where you hide your key? Because you’re basic and you have zero survival skills.”

She plucked the key from my hands and unlocked her door while glaring at me.

“I’m surprised you can open your door without looking at it.”

A very justified punch was thrown at my shoulder. I grab it in fake hurt.

“911, yes, I’ve been hit by an ant. The blow was devastating. I don’t think I can recover!”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” She exclaimed.

“Death by midget, hot!”

“Did Paul like piss in your cereal this morning, cause you’re acting exactly like him.” She muttered.

I stopped in my tracks, quickly halting my lineup of playful insults. She looked back at me as I shuttered.

“Please, never compare me to that cretin again.”

“Oh come on, he’s not that bad.”

“He was practically drooling over you. He’s disgusting.”

“Hey! Sometimes it’s nice to have men drooling over you.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. I just don’t trust them is all.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Pop in the movie, I’ll get us blankies and some jiffy pop!”

“Don’t answer the phone while you’re alone in the kitchen, might get question about the horror that is your taste in movies.”

She stuck her tongue out at me, before flipping me off. I chuckled as I watched her disappear down the hall into her room. I suppose sleeping on the couch for a while won’t be so bad. The place was actually quite nice, I was surprised Max just gave it to her. Maybe he was sweeter than her let on. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow when I could question him about his hot date.

I leaned into Charlie’s side as we fell asleep watching the movie. She would squeeze my arm anytime a scene got suspenseful and it made my heart melt.

I groaned as the sun shown through the window, directly onto my face. Why the hell didn’t I shut the curtain. I frowned when I noticed Charlie wasn’t snuggled up to me anymore. She’d always been an early riser.

“We’ll good morning sleepy head.” She smirked, handing me a steaming cup of coffee.

I practically gulped the whole thing in one sip as I heard Char give up on her half assed attempt of a warning.

“Carful it’s… hot.” She said defeated.

I shrugged, holding out my cup for her to fill it up with more.

“You know sometimes you terrify me right?”

“Wouldn’t be doing my job as your bestie if I didn’t.”

She sighed heavily.

“One more and only one energy drink today or I swear to god-“

“Yes mom, I’ll behave myself.” I joked.

“I’m serious, one of these days you’re hearts gonna stop and then I’m gonna kill you.”

“What, you gonna become a necromancer just to bring me back so I can die again?”

“A necro-what now?”

“You know sometimes I wonder how we became friends.”

She rolled her eyes, adding cream and sugar to her own coffee.

“Because you love me.”

“Can’t argue with that. What’s on the schedule today. You know, other than work.”

“I think my shifts only till 7, but Max has you going easy on your first day and you get off at 5. So you wanna be In charge of grabbing din and then we can walk around when I get off?“

“You’re trusting me with dinner?”

She shrugged, scrunching her face in disgust when her coffee wasn’t sweet enough for her.

“Want a little coffee with the sugar, Sugar?”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

We made our way downstairs to the shop. It was kinda nice, the way the shop windows diffused the sunlight. It gave the shop a sort of hazy vibe, and it made working here more bearable. I walked over to the open sign and flipped the switch, But I paused for a moment, basking in the light that showed through the window. I heard a small laugh from behind me.

"I swear Mal, you're just like a cat."

"What, the sunlight feels nice. You look like you need a little."

"You're one to talk." she motioned to my makeup.

"Hey, I stay this pale cause I like it, you however are a hermit. It's not a good look on you sweetie."

Just as I was about to unlock the door, it opened. I jumped back startled.

"Christ dans le feu de l'enfer! Max you sacred me!" I exclaimed.

The tall man chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest.

"You know most people don't just stand in front of doorways Mx. Maverick."

"Leave her alone Max, she doesnt get much sunlight."

"Seems like the two of you have more in common than I thought."

I made my way through the aisle and took inventory of the shelves. Familiarising myself with the product so I could help to make better suggestions. I popped my head over one of the shelves holding up a movie.

"What?"

"Somebody stole Slumber Party Masecure. I mean at least they have good taste."

Max frowned from his spot behind the counter.

"Probably those Frog kids who were in here last night."

I raised my brow.

"Frog?"

"Edgar and Allen Frog. I should honestly ban them from the store at this point."

"Those boys are harmless Maxie, besides they're coming back to return the video they rented last night. I'll ask 'em about it. We'll get your videotape back."

I set the empty husk on the counter, and leaned over it, suggestively willing my drawn-on eyebrows at max.

"No." He said flatly.

Charlie gave us a weird look.

"Am I missing something here?" She questioned, with a slight laugh.

"Just that our dear Max here went on a date with a babe last night and is withholding all the juicy details."

She psychically faces palmed, slamming her head down onto the counter with a groan.

"Why are you like this?"

"I blame my daddy issues. Now come on Max, you can't leave me hanging."

"I very much can. This is appropriate boss, employee conversation."

I groaned, mimicking Charlie, now we both stood there with our heads in our hands on the countertop.

"You two are insufferable." Max sighed.

"Come on, just one little crumb of detail and I'll leave you alone. Scouts honour."

"You were a girl scout?"

"You seem shocked Maxie, doesnt this face scream I sell cookies better than you?"

I batted my eyelashes up at the man who rolled his eyes back at me.

"Fine. Lucy and I had a nice time, we talked about her children and where she used to live before she moved here. Boring adult stuff."

I melted back into the counter dramatically. "Awwwwe!"

"Now get back to work, this is your trial week remember."

"Yes Sir!"

The rest of the shift went by smoothly, Charlie took her lunch right before I was meant to head out for the day. That's when the Frog brothers finally came in.

"Hello, boys." I greeted, suspicion asked in my tone.

"Here's the movie," Edgar said.

I scanned the movie in, glaring down t the two.

"Another movie went missing from this section yesterday you boys wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"

They looked between each other before looking back at me.

"We may have seen someone else in that section yesterday..." Alan admitted.

"Does this someone have a name?"

Edgar looked at his brother for confirmation before continuing They leaned in over the counter, talking in a hushed tone.

"They might, but they're a dangerous person. You shouldn't confront them alone." Edgar concluded.

I let out a little chortle.

"I can handle a bit of danger boys, but what I can't handle is losing this job."

"We mean serious danger, man. Cataclysmic." Alan finished.

I leaned forward more, meeting their gaze.

"Tell me who it is, I'll rough 'em up a bit." I grinned.

"Did you know there are vampires in this town?" Edgar changed the subject.

This piqued my interest. I loved a good ghost story.

"Are we talking Dracula or Nosferatu?"

"A mix of both," Alan admitted.

"Hmmm, and a vampire stole my boss's movie?"

The boys nodded.

"Guess I should start carrying holy water around shouldn't I?" I joked.

"We're being serious."

"Oh, I believe you, I'm just not scared of the same lame vampire who steals movies instead of paying."

Max came out of his office at that moment. The boys stiffened at his presence. Edgar pulled me down by my collar and whispered a warning in my ear.

"He's one of them."

He quickly let go, backing away from the counter and dragging his brother towards the exit. Max was quick to cut them off, blocking their way out. The boys looked up at him, it was kinda sad, they seemed actually sacred. But Max was just a big old teddy bear, he would hurt these children. I watched as Alan gulped, backing away.

"Relax Maxie, they didn't steal anything." I sighed.

I hopped over the counter and made my way over to the group.

"You wouldn't steal anything, right boys?"

"N-no." "See, it's settled, it wasn't them."

I placed a hand on Max's shoulder, which was a difficult feat considering our height differences.

"These arent our hooligans. These boys are upstanding citizens." I gave Alan a wink and he seemed to calm down a little.

"That's right sir." Edgar basically pleaded with Max.

Max stepped to the side, watching as the boys scrambled to get out the door. I watched as they disappeared around the corner, shaking my head at them. I remembered what it was like to be their age, believing in fantasies.

"Isn't your shift about to end?" Max finally broke the silence.

"Yeah, but Char isn't back yet." I hummed.

He nodded up the stairs, dismissing me.

"You sure? Cause I can-" "What is it with you kids not wanting to leave work? I'll be in the rest of the night, I'll tell Charlie she's off too when she gets in. Go have fun, what was it you said to me? Live a little." He grinned at me.

I had to admit, I kinda understood why the boys were intimidated by him earlier. There was something about his grin hat that was off. I shuddered slightly but went up the stairs to change anyways. I had toned down my look a little for work, but now that I was fully awake, I could do a better job.

I walked outside, smiling as I watched the sky. The sun was setting, and the colours were mesmerising. My outfit certainly made me look out of place, but I didn't care. I felt pretty. I spotted a familiar bandana-clad boy from across the way and made my way over.

"Boo!" I said, causing the three boys to jump.

The one in the middle looked the most startled, looking up at me with wide eyes. I struggled to bite back my laughter, not wanting to be a total prick.

"Video store gir-boy?" Edgar asked.

"Dude is fine little man, and yeah it's me." I turned to the new guy. "I don't believe we've met, I'm Mal."

"S-Sam."

"Awww, little mans got a stutter." I teased. "I'm joking kid, I promise I'm not scary. I just dress this way to scare off all the boys. Did you know once they hit puberty they all have cooties?"

"Cooties?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, there little bugs that eat your insides. They start with your heart and then move to your brain. Leaving you a brainless zombie whos hopelessly in love with whoever infected you."

The boys looked at me horrified. I knew Eddie and Alan would, believe me, they still believe in vampires for fucks sake.

''I don't want that." Sam declared.

"Only one way to stop the cooties boys." I started.

"What?" The brothers demanded in sync.

"Friendship bracelets!'

"What?" They all asked confused.

"Ummm yeah. Cootie bugs cant disrespect the power of friendship bracelets. They can't think you're in love with someone if you're just friends right?"

"I guess that makes sense," Sam admitted.

"It's a good thing I just so happen to carry some with me then isn't it?"

I reached into my bag, pulling out the various bracelets I had made in the past month. It was something I did in my past time, an activity I could completely zone out to. It took all the stress of the day with it. I let the boys choose which ones they wanted, and tied them on each of their wrists.

"There, all safe." I declared.

They looked down at their wrists with relieved looks on their faces.

"You wnna know the best part?" I asked.

They waited for me to continue.

"You can soak 'em in holy water, keep those pesky bloodsuckers away."

I winked at them before walking away. I knew Charlie would call after Max let her go and she showered. She hated going out after work, but I knew she’d want food. As I wandered my way around the boardwalk, I slid through crowds. Despite my appearance I tired my best go unnoticed. Suddenly I heard shouting behind me.

I was about to turn when an arm hooked around me and suddenly I was launched forward. Curly blonde hair crowded my vision as we ran from one of the security guards. Marko. But despite my annoyance for this kid, I was now caught up in his little display. I didn’t want to get reamed out by security guard, so I decided to help him out. I flip this hold on me, by grabbing onto his wrist and making sure I was in front now.

We slipped in and out of people, ducking under arms and squeezing between carts littering the side walk. I pulled him into and ally way and ran up to the garbage bin on the side. I hopped onto it and looked back at him. I extended my hand, but he just starred up at me with that dumb look on his face.

“Well come on asshole, we don’t have all day.” I hissed.

He grabbed my hand and I pulled him up, before preparing to hoist him up onto the side of the building. Once he was up, he leaned over the side to pull me up. I stopped to catch my breath once we ducked down under the edge of the roof. We watched as the security guard entered the alleyway and looked around, before leaving disgruntled.

“Where the hell did you learn how to do that babe?” Marko asked.

I glared at his use of the pet name.

“Same place I learned how to break your fucking knee caps if you call me that again.”

He chuckled.

“So you’re always like this? Didn’t just catch you in a mood the other day?”

“If by this, you mean someone who doesn’t put up with teenage bastard bullshit, then yes. Where do you think Charlie got most of her standoffish nature from?”

I pushed myself up, brushing some gravel off my knees, before realised my left one was scraped. I carefully picked a rather large hunk of rock out of the wound.

“Damn it, look what you did Marko.”

But the boy was already looking at me. His eyes were dark and focused in on my wound. I waved my hand in front of his face as he zoned out.

“Marko? Marko!” I yelled, trying to snap him out of it.

I took a deep breath and wretched my arm back, slapping him across the face as hard as I could. I wasn’t about to hold back, he deserved it anyways.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for?”

“You were starring idiot!”

He looked away suddenly.

“Sorry.” He muttered.

I rolled my eyes, putting my hand on his shoulder to turn him back around. I gently placed my hand on his cheek, seeing the red mark face.

“Sorry I hit you so hard.” I apologised.

“It’s fine. You hit like a pro boxer though.” He joked.

“And don’t forget that!“ I smirked. “So what, are you weirded out by blood or something? Charlie zoned out like that sometimes too, when she’s uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

I chuckled, reaching into my bag and pulling out a bandaid before slapping it back on.

“There, all better!”

He rolled his eyes.

“What else you got in that bag of yours?”

“Why do you wanna know?” I raised my brow.

“Got any contraband?”

I scoffed.

“No… but I do have money.” I smirked.

Before I could say anything, Marko swept me up in a bridal hold and jumped down from the roof. I pinched my eyes shut, and let out a breath when we finally landed.

“C’est quoi ton problème, psychopathe!” I hissed.

“I don’t know what you’re saying babe, but it sounds hot.” He purred.

“Put me down you cunt!”

I should have been more carful, cause he dropped me on my ass. I glared up at him, ignoring the hand he held out to lift me up. He probably couldn’t even have done it with how hard he was laughing.

“Do you want some weed or not jackass, cause I’ll only buy you some if you behave.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die!” He said.

I motioned for him to lead the way. After meeting with a very blazed out looking dude, I mean come on, ever heard of not snapping the product. We made our way back onto the boardwalk. I leaned against Marko’s bike as I watched him roll the blunts. I had to admit, his bike was quite beautiful.

I reached into my bag and pulled out some dried rose petals and vervain. I held out my hand for him to pass me some paper.

“What? I can roll my own slif fuck you very much!”

“You get hotter every second?”

“And you continue to decline in mental capacity” I tapped his cheek playfully.

Charlie and the tall brunette approached us. I would have expected her to call, but I guess she didn’t have time.

“What’s that?” Marko asked as he watched me carefully.

“Just some herbs dude, nothing fancy.”

“Are you kidding me, that’s like, extra fancy! It’s like a girl blunt or something!”

“A girl blunt?” Charlie pipped in, finally reaching us.

“Marko here has never heard of mixing your herbs. He’s been smoking some boring ass shit.” I joked.

“I see you’re already corrupting my friend Marko.”

Dwayne laughed from beside her, leaning over the edge of the bike to watch me work as well. What was it with these boys and starring.

“Where’s tweedle Dee and tweedle dumb?” I asked Dwayne.

He gave me a baffled look before smirking.

“Well Tweedle dumb is on food duty, and David is-“

“Right behind you.” David finished.

I shot him a look over my shoulder. He seemed to look over my outfit, as if to say he approved. I locked as with him as I licked the edge of my paper, rolling my blunt.

“Took you long enough.”

“Wasn’t aware you were waiting for me Sweetheart.”

“I wasn’t. But Charlie is hanging out with you lot tonight, so it seems I’m stuck with you just as much as you’re stuck with me.”

I slid the joint into my bra.

“You’re bleeding.” He said, flatly.

“Yeah, blame blondie locks over here for that one!”

Charlie looked at me concerned but I brushed her off.

“You should of seen them David, they saved me from the security guard. It was awesome.” He held up his hand for a high five.

I rolled my eyes, giving him one anyways. Paul appeared in the distance carrying a bag of food. I had to admit I was starving, and I wouldn’t say no to free food. I watched as Dwayne got onto his bike, helping Charlie climb onto the back.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” David smirked.

“Oh hey, Scary babe is joining us tonight? Sick!” Paul cheered.

I bit back a laugh at his choice of adjectives. I wasn’t that scary.

“Who you want to ride with sweetheart?” David asked.

Paul gave me a Hopeful look but I shut him down.

“You’ve got food to carry lover boy!”

I looked between Marko and David. I’d already been forced to be in close proximity to this boy more times than I wanted to today. And I scraped my knee because of him. But David, there was something off about him. Something dark, something that couldn’t be trusted. But I bit back my pride and chose the better of the two options. I walked over to David’s bike and hopped on the back.

“Hold on tight.” He mused, looking over his shoulder.

The ride through town was a whirlwind. I swear these boys didn’t even know what caution was. How Charlie was still alive before I got here was beyond me. But it was easy to zone them out as I watched the scenery zip by. The sky was almost fully black now, and I was hypnotised by the moon.

David offered me a hand as we came to a stop, but I pushed it away and hopped down myself. I straightened out my hair, and walked over to Charlie to help her off Dwayne’s bike. She giggled slightly when I did a little bow after lifting her off the bike.

“My queen.” I said.

“Thank you kind jester.” She joked back.

The boys watched us with curiosity. I finally took a moment to asses our surroundings. If I didn’t know any better I’d say this is where all those tourists went messing. Who brings someone to a cave for a smoke sesh.

“Welcome to our home!” Paul said.

I raised a brow at the misfit.

“You guys live here? Sick.” I admitted.

I mean it was a weird place to hang out, but if they actually lived here, who was I to question them. It was none of my business.

“After you.” Marko said.

“Yeah no, I don’t entrer dark desolate caves first. Kind of a horror movie red flag. Charlie?”

“It’s true, they also don’t ever look in a mirror when it’s dark, go in the woods past midnight alone or with friends, or fallow someone into a dark alley.

“We were in a dark ally earlier.” Marko said.

“Yeah, but I lead you into the alley you dork.”

“Touché.”

I pushed him forward into the entrance of the cave, fallowing shortly after him. Charlie clung to Dwayne and I had to admit out of everyone here he was growing one me. He seemed to have her well-being at heart. Marko grabbed my waist and lifted me over a small puddle. I yelped in surprise.

“A little warning next time dude.”

He just laughed, ruffling my hair. I glared after him. I looked around when we came to a stop. You could definitely tell four boys lived here. But it was cool, I kinda liked the vibe. I took a seat on the couch, and Charlie plopped herself down between my thighs. I smiled down at her, absentmindedly playing with her hair. Paul handed out some food.

“Hope you like Chow Mein.” He said.

“Thanks.”

I ate in silence as I listened to the conversations between the boys and Charlie. She really did seem to trust them, so I guess I could ease up on my protective best friend act. I watched Marko hand off a blunt to Paul who begged David for his lighter. I chuckled, rolling my eyes. I fetched the slif from my bra and lit it, passing it to Charlie first.

“I’m not taking your boob blunt.” She laughed, swatting my hand away.

“I didn’t hear any complaints last time.”

Her face lit up, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. Marko was laughing his ass off and Paul stuck his hand out to me.

“You already have one dumb ass.” He pouted.

“Fine.” I handed it off to him and his face broke into the goofiest smile I’d ever seen. "If you say anything about my titties Paul I swear to the gods I will light your ass on fire."

Dwayne's smirk grew even bigger at the banter between me and the two blonde idiots.

"But I like your titties," Marko said.

I glared at him as hard as I could muster.

"What? You said Paul couldn't say anything about them. Girl not, they look nice."

"Sucks for you that only I get to touch them then." I stuck my tongue out at him.

David sat in this dinky little wheelchair, observing the whole interaction. I almost didn't notice him sneak away to grab drinks. He held out a beer to me.

"Thanks," I said.

My hands brushed against his gloved ones for a little longer than I'd have liked them to. But I was about half a blunt in and couldn't give two shits at this point. Maybe they weren't so bad after all. The more cross faded I was the more tolerable they became. And Charlie seemed to actually let loose for once. So I'd say today was a success. Even if I was lured into a creepy murder cave.

AN: OMG this was way longer than I thought it was. I didn't realize I wrote so much. But hopefully, it was well worth the wait. I'll work on part three soon, but I have some other series to catch up on.

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THANK U was willing to answer all of them heheehhehe. all these answers will apply to skimpus obviously

uhh idk purple..

He likes all kinds of music!! when i first made him i intended for him to be a big nu-metal fan but i just think he likes any music.. idk what his fav song would be since i don't think he could just choose a favorite.. BUT!! Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger is literally him.

Switchblade!! easy and convenient. but for his alter-ego thing, commander skimpus, he uses a flog.

hes pretty stupid i don't think he'd be a crafty individual at all

he wears anything i guess. he enjoys cross dressing!! and well most of the clothes he has are very ill-fitted.

he keeps his hair covering his eye gash cuz he's insecure :(

hamsters. i made this up on the spot idk i think he would like small animals

Skimp!! he gets called that by most of the other characters he interacts with.

literally anything. its hard for him to choose favorites honestly, but i know he loves sweet food ^__^

no jewelry :(

MY FAV QUESTION!! well i intended on skimpus being based on me since he was originally my persona but i got carried away and gave him his own little backstory. i guess he represents my insecurities LOL hes very nervous and is easily driven by his emotions like me!!

i made him in 2021 im pretty sure but for his age hes like early 20s.. still thinking of an exact age

english!!!

NOPE

small family. he doesn't even know anyone from his family besides his parents!!

no pets :(

Well when skimp ran away from home as a very young lad he lived on the streets with the junkies so he spent most of the time being isolated cuz the street junkies actually cared about him and didn't want him to get hurt in conflicts and whatevaa yeah. he didn't really have much fun besides doing drugs sometimes. AND THAT is also why skimpus is so short. drugs stunted his growth. and mal-nutrition too..

well he grew up around it so hes quite used to it. he partakes in all three quite a lot and he feels guilty right after it.. commander skimpus, however, very much enjoys it!!

Yes!! Literally anything that slightly bothers them ticks him off but if he takes his medication hes all good. mood stabilizers i guess?? i dunno i don't take meds.

NOPE he walks everywhere. i wouldn't trust him with a car.

with zeke, his best friend ^_^

not at all. have you seen his eye bags.

he has the same voice as me. a bit androgynous i guess..??

he likes to write songs

average hearing. his other eye is literally a gash so hes partially blind.

very clumsy. he has horrible posture.

he thinks sports are cool and stuff.. he likes hockey.

he usually acts very violent towards a person. skimpus is aroace like me and he absolutely despises intimacy, but he can get obsessed with people i guess? but he is usually held back since the though of a relationship disgusts him.

NOPPEEE

well hes a reanimated corpse what do you think he smells like

yes!! he likes getting useless crap, so basically anything!

literally the only habits i can think of for him are all destructive. I'll name them off anyway!! smoking, self mutilation, drinking, attacking people, dissociating.. idk that kinda stuff

a very troubled individual

He either thinks of himself as a burden or the greatest person who had ever lived. or sometimes he just thinks he's nothing

he literally ran away from home so NOPE.

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I dunno if I asked or remember asking that question, but anyway, what is your overall thoughts of Wicked World, if you watch all the episodes?

I don't recall you asking either, really, so....

Overall thoughts: it was meh. I did manage to like, watch all of season one and it was really hard to do cause the plot clearly struggled to find what it wanted to do, let alone the fact that some of the characters just felt weirdly written, Evie being the one that comes to mind but Audrey also in some sense and could they make their mind up with Lonnie already?? Girly girl in first film, into ROAR in D2 and hip hop in wicked world???? Did no one know what they were doing with Lonnie at this point in Descendants or-

And the animation....look, its not as bad as Addison’s Moonlight Mystery, that one is meme material. But like, you can tell where the CGI struggled with the hair movements and such and even somehow lightwashed Audrey’s skin??? Apparently they fixed this in S2 but like???? How???  And the outfits....look, a large majority of them are fine...given they mostly wear outfits from the first Descendants, so...but BEN?! WHAT DID THEY DO TO HIM?! Maybe this is why we don’t get Ben wearing shit beyond his king outfits: because when Descendants tries, they somehow give him two different patterned outfits at the same time and different colors for some reason. And you can tell the CGI budget was small as shit...because characters like Chad and Doug are missing, hence why you don’t see Evie and Doug dance with each other in S1 finale and have a weird joke as a result with Evie dancing with the princess crown. 

And for the characters we got introduced to....Freddie’s pretty cool, kinda funny with China Anne McClain voicing her in S1, but she’s a pretty cool daughter of Facilier at least, but damn, even if this Mal is more likeable then films Mal, Mal still a bitch about bringing Freddie off the Isle.  And Ally and Jordon....they okay. Like, Jordon’s name is a little weird as we can’t tell where exactly the team got this name for a character whose dad was from Agrabah. But like, she’s okay at least I guess, but I’m mixed on Ally: one hand, design is cute and I do like how they TRIED to make her a lil wonderland like, but on other hand: god could her quick to accuse moments in S1 get annoying... And CJ is probably the biggest mood of S1: appearing for maybe one episode and then fucking off afterwards. A mood, I tell you. Tho outside of that, she’s a good character...even if they just didn’t use her very well in the end. 

I didn’t really watch S2 per-say, maybe a couple of eps but I honestly lost interest after S1. But I will say from what I watch: meh on the season. At least it had a plot I guess this time...even if the jewels existence is confusing to me because....you telling me the heroes have all these powers given to them, even with the discouragement of using magic, and we NEVER got to see them use the jewels again after this??? Are you KIDDING ME- and they also took the villains away from them but are now giving them finally to the VKs??? What??? HOW DOES THAT WORK- how did only Maleficent hide hers but no one else??? AND WHY WOULD SOMEONE LIKE CRUELLA HAVE ONE-  Though ngl, evil Mal was kinda cool to see and her song is a bop at least...even if her whole jewel thing is confusing as fuck still... And for the new guy who was made to be the villain...at least he had more to do this season then CJ did in S1??? But not saying much, and ngl, the crush on Mal feels like....a weird way to tie him to Mal and its never brought up again beyond that mention, not even when Mal tells Evie to distract Zevon like uh, Mal, he has a crush on YOU, not Evie, YOU do the distraction here-  And CJ just...appears randomly again in finale and I guess auradon is chill with her suddenly despite all she’s done. 

And....not surprised it didn’t get a S3, don’t even try after the mess that was D3. Though out of this, the wedding prep shorts and the zombies one....this is probably the most decent animated series’ Disney’s done so far, so...