#oh god this is gonna kill me i just know it

[rafecameroninterlude]

rafe + gun play 🫠

warnings: dealer!rafe, bratty!reader, gunplay, a little self discovery lol

“will you put that down already? jesus, you’re going to kill somebody.” rafe took the loaded gun out of your hand, his tall figure towering over your own. you two had been stuck here at barry’s dingy trailer for about an hour already, rafe’s business partner leaving your boyfriend in charge of looking after his shit while he ran a few errands. “i’m bored! what are we supposed to do here, ray?” you followed rafe back inside, plopping down on the couch with a sigh.

“just sit and look pretty. barry should be here soon.” he emptied the chamber of the gun, placing it on the kitchen counter. “but i’ve been doing that!” rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, “y/n..” his tone was firm, a warning for you to stop giving him a hard time. ultimately surrendering, you fiddled with a loose thread on the hem of your denim skirt. you two sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until rafe joined you on the couch.

“what’s your sudden interest in my gun about? i thought you hated that thing.” he draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. you smiled, knowing he was warming up to you because he felt bad for getting stern with you earlier. “i did.. but i saw you use it the other day and i wanted to see how it would feel in my hands.” your hand was under his shirt, fingertips tracing shapes into the soft skin of his abdomen. “and what did you think?” he hummed.

“well, i don’t know. somebody took it away from me before i could figure out how i felt about it.” rafe shook his head, retrieving the gun before cautiously handing it over to you. running the pads of your fingers across the cold metal, you shivered slightly when your mind went back to the cracking noise it made when you first saw rafe fire it. “so?” he leaned in, the stark contrast between your pink manicured nails, and the black color of steel, making a humored smile form on his lips.

“it’s heavy..” you held it up, with rafe’s assistance of course. “it’s heavier when there’s ammunition in it.” he placed his hand over yours, making you grip the handle. “ammunition?” your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “bullets, babe.” you giggled, “oh, right.” rafe pressed a kiss to your temple before bringing you up to your feet. “you see that beer can on the table? aim at it.” you tried to ignore the way the buckle of his belt pressed against your ass, a shaky breath leaving your lips once you had the gun pointed at your target.

“pull the trigger.” your heart was beating in your ears as you slowly pulled, flinching once you heard the hollow click of the barrel. “see? it’s easy.” you sighed in relief, jumping excitedly as rafe laughed along with you. “can we load it now?” rafe stopped abruptly, clearing his throat. “no.” he reached for the gun, making you move away before he had the chance to take it again. “give it, it’s not a toy-” he froze when you pointed it at him. even though there was nothing inside the damned thing, the sight of you smiling with a weapon in your hand was unsettling… and kind of sexy?

“aw, are you scared ray?” you pushed the metal into his chest, “sit down.” rafe did as he was told, holding his hands up defensively as he settled into the couch cushions beneath him. you couldn’t help the satisfied feeling that pooled in your belly from having your usually dominant boyfriend now bending at your will. “take your shirt off.” the corner of rafe’s lips lifted in a smirk. surprisingly for him, he was enjoying every second of you thinking you had the one up on him.

he slipped the garment off, your eyes traveling down his torso. god, your boyfriend was glorious. rafe leaned back, manspreading as you stood between his thighs. “what do you think you’re gonna do with that?” you shrugged at his words, trailing the gun up his thigh “i don’t know.. maybe make you take your pants off next.” your next move was a bold one, but it riled up rafe in the best way possible. with the firearm now pressed against his erection, he was practically buzzing with the need to flip the script on you.

as if on cue, you heard the motor of a dirt bike riding up the dirt path to the trailer. rafe took your moment of distraction as a chance to grab the gun out of your grasp, which was deemed successful when he pulled you down onto his lap, the steel now digging into the skin of your thigh. “thought you were tough shit, huh?” you whimpered at the slightly painful sensation, his arm draped over your chest, holding you in place.

“no!” you squeaked, a shiver running down your spine as he trailed the gun between your legs, briefly touching your clothed cunt before bringing it up to your chest. “still think we should load it now?” rafe teased. you shook your head, confused as to why you felt horny with a gun pointed to your cheek. just as you grinded yourself against his hardened cock, barry walked in with a duffle bag. “what are y’all freaks getting into now?”

[mediumgayitalian]

Plink.

“Psst, hey! Nico!”

Plink. Plink.

“Nico! You up?”

Plink.

Plink plink plink. Plink —

“What in the world,” Nico hisses, yanking open his window, “is going — oh.” He blinks. “Will?”

Will grins. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighbourhood,” he says, voice not nearly quiet enough for someone who is at direct risk of being devoured. “Thought I’d drop by. Can I come in?”

If Nico were smart, he would say no, actually, it’s like four in the godsdamn morning, go the hell back to your cabin. What is wrong with you.

Instead, he says, “We live in the same neighbourhood, dweeb-face, this is a camp,” and opens his window all the way. Will grins at him, wide and glinting in the dark, and yanks himself in head-first, somersaulting onto the floor and staying there, sprawled on the polished marble floors.

“Hi,” he says again, grin shifting into something more crooked.

Nico breaks away, hiding a smile with rolled eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“It’s ridiculous to want to see you?”

“Before dawn? Yes!”

“Aw.” He settles against the ground, tucking his hands behind his head and letting half lidded eyes trace over Nico’s form, over the sleepy shape of him. Nico shivers. “I was awake, you know. I dreamt of you.”

Cool the fresh hell down, Nico screams at his brain. Out loud, he says, “Shut the fuck up,” and ignores Will’s snickering. How dare he, honestly. For someone who gets clowned as often as he does he is not nearly humble enough. Apollonian genes, indeed.

“What, you don’t dream of me?”

When Will lies, his throat swells up and he breaks out in hives. Nico is at the top of the leaderboard for getting the reaction out of him, with Cecil at a close second and Kayla no slouch in third place. Will is highly manipulable. It’s a good time for everyone around (even Chiron, who is, to his own irritation, lumbering behind at spot #42).

Nico, however, has no such holdups. Nor is he inclined, at any point in time, to fluff up Will’s ego, no matter how he looks when he’s cocky. Nico has self control. Mostly. (Well, at times.)

“Of course not. My subconscious would never do that to me.”

“You’re mean to me, di Angelo.”

“You like it.”

Nico watches, fascinated, as Will’s loudmouth snaps right shut; as his face burns sacred cow right in the low light of the cabin, as he squirms.

“Oh,” he says, gleefully.

“Can it, di Angelo —”

“Oh ho ho ho —”

“I’m gonna curse your ass with haiku disorder, do you know what that is, ‘cause I’ll show you, dickhead —”

Nico crouches down and pokes Will hard in the cheek, and he doesn’t even flinch — he just goes redder. Nico guffaws.

“Dude! Have some — dignity, oh my —”

“Shut up! Shut up! You’re so horrible, gods, I am leaving —”

“Oh, come here.” Will is dragged easily from the windowsill, because he is a big fat faker. There are actual claw marks on the infirmary door from the last time Austin brought Nyssa to drag him out.

“I don’t wanna stay where I’m unwanted,” he laments, bouncing on the bed when Nico shoves him. He takes the inch Nico gives him and burrows deeply under the blankets, throwing a melodramatic hand over his eyes. Nico rolls his own eyes, hoping if he rolls then hard enough Will can tell regardless of whether or not he’s looking, and crawls in after him. He makes sure to kick him at least thrice. “I can take a hint, you know.”

“Medical arts were the wrong career path for you. It’s not too late, you know. I’m sure you could shadow Nicholas Cage or something —”

“I am going to kill you with hammers —”

Nico evades gus clumsy attacks with ease, snickering as he pins him to the bed, smirking when he gives up fighting with a huff.

“I’m glad you came when you couldn’t sleep,” Nico says, after a moment for them to catch their breath. “But the point of that agreement is for you to then shut the fuck up and sleep. Here. So.”

“I’m trying,” Will grumbles. “But you’re being mean and it’s crushing my soul. How am I supposed to sleep with a crushed soul?”

“Oh my gods.”

“Okay, okay! Put the pillow away, jeez, I’m sorry. Meanie.”

Nico rolls his eyes again, settling down next to him. Will takes longer to settle, because he’s annoying, but right before Nico is ready to smack the shit out of him again, he calms down, burrowing stilling once he’s turned on his side.

“…Thank you.”

“Whatever, goober. Go to sleep.”

The smile is obvious in his voice. “Goodnight, Nico.”

“Goodnight, Will.”

“In the morning can we —”

“Goodnight, William.”

“Okay, okay. Night.” He pauses. “Love you.”

Nico shoved his grinning face into his pillow. “Love you too.”

[whyse7vn]

NICE ERA -

[ ot7 x reader ] > pt one HERE

🍼👨🏼‍🦲⁉️

8 participants - 8 online

———————————

yoongi: love you guys

jimin: are you killing yourself or something?

jk: 😧

yoongi: no i just love you guys

jk: i think yoongi is killing himself 😣

namjoon: here if you want to talk

yoongi: can i not just say i love you guys?

y/n: holy shit

yoongi r u killing urself????

yoongi: no i’m just spreading love

hobi: WOAH WHAT THE HELL

YOONGI ARE YOU DYING??

yoongi: no

jk: pls don’t kys yoongi 😢☹️💔

jin: yoongi is being more open with his feelings guys

hobi: his suicidal ones?

tae: pouring one out for you yoongi 🍾🥂

jin: no just his love for us all

isn’t that right yoongi??

yoongi: right

hobi: nothing about this is right

jk: i’m so scared rn 😓

y/n: is he drunk???

jin: on love!!

yoongi: on love.

namjoon: ew yoongi man what the fuck??

yoongi: we should all have a sleepover at my house like we did on kooks birthday

it will be fun

jimin: uhhhhhhhhhh

hobi: i’m literally shaking in fucking fear rn

yoongi: i’ll order food

tae: are you gonna poison it

yoongi: why would i do that?

tae: guys….

namjoon: in shock

y/n: jin done performed a lobotomy on yoongi ohmygod ☠️☠️☠️

jin: i did no such thing

jk: yoongi look at me this isn’t you

yoongi please

yoongi: hi jungkook

jk: MAKE IT STOP

GUYS MAKE IT STOP WHY IS HE BEING NICE MAKE IT STOP

namjoon: yoongi are you like actually ok?

yoongi: perfect

tae: have i shifted to an alternate universe

jk: shift

tae: night shift

jimin: you need one

tae: no i don’t

jimin: ok mr wire me 10k

tae: that was ages ago thank u very much

get over it

but guys tell him i have money tho lol

yoongi: jimin tae has money

tae: STOP iT???????

y/n: this is so unsettling

yoongi: isn’t it nice us all being together

having fun

and stuff

tae: what is stuff?

pls elaborate on stuff

jk: maybe joon gave yoongi cocaine

namjoon: shut up

tae: yoongi when you say stuff do you mean cocaine?

yoongi: love

us being together

friendship

we are friends

jk: yoongi can i be your best friend

yoongi: you are my best friend jungkook

jk: :D

yoongi: :D

jk: nvm this is really scary sorry

jk left “🍼👨🏼‍🦲⁉️”

tae: i agree

tae left “🍼👨🏼‍🦲⁉️”

yoongi: i miss you all

let’s go out to eat tomorrow yeah?

i can pay idm

jin: YESS IM IN

jimin: ofc ur in

yoongi: guys let’s not argue

jimin: ewuuuuu shut up

namjoon added tae to “🍼👨🏼‍🦲⁉️”

namjoon added jk to “🍼👨🏼‍🦲⁉️”

yoongi: welcome back ^^

jk: STOP

tae: i’m gonna throw up

jin: please accept the new yoongi

jk: NO

y/n: yoongi have you experienced any serious head trauma in the last 24 hours?

yoongi: no

hobi: i think he’s lying

yoongi: let’s all drink together today

jk: NONONONO

yoongi: oh do you have plans today jungkook?

we can move it to the weekend if you want

jk: girlfriendsaveme 😨

y/n: yoongi….

yoongi: yeah?

tae: yoongi send me a stack

jimin: LMAO u not getting that

yoongi: sure

jimin: fake

tae: HOLY SHIT YOONGI JUST SENT ME MONEY GUYS???

namjoon: oh my god….

hobi: he’s truly lost it

y/n: no fucking way

jimin: WAIT YOONGI ME NEXT HELLO????

yoongi: kk

jimin: I JUST GOT MONEY OHMGODDJJD

jin: isn’t this nice guys??

isn’t yoongi nice??

tae: yeah yoongi ur the best

jimin: love you yoongi

nicest man ever

yoongi: :3

namjoon: oh

yoongi: what can i say

jk: words probably

yoongi: i love my team

i love my crew

namjoon: oh wow

y/n: did he just….

hobi: MIN YOONGI JUST QUOTED SEVENTEEN?/!/£3

jimin: this is insane

jk: our biggest enemies in this life…

tae: WOWWWWWWWWW

jin: so proud!!

how mature how nice !!

jk: i’m going to commit murder and it’s going to be on myself

tae: i think i just threw up

hobi: yoongi you know woozi is in that group right?

yoongi: yes

jimin: and mingyu

the one she went a date with btw

y/n: stop

yoongi: i know.

hobi: he’s mad

yoongi: no i’m not

namjoon: it’s ok if you’re mad yoongi

y/n: no it’s not

jk: yoongi pls be mad

yoongi: i’m not mad

y/n: he’s not mad

jimin: normally he would be mad

yoongi: well i’m not mad so

jin: right he’s a changed man

namjoon: why?

yoongi: what

namjoon: why are you being nice

it’s like freaking us all out

jk: so much 😣

yoongi: i am nice normally

hobi: well no!

yoongi: i am nice

jimin: again no!!

tae: not even 24 hours ago yoongi told me to kms

yoongi: it was a joke

tae:

jimin: publicly executed is crazy

tae: right like omg?

jimin: understandable tho

tae: ok no

yoongi: it was a joke

tae: DIDN’T laugh

jk: yoongi punched me once

twice

three times actually

yoongi: as a joke

jin: guys let’s not focus on yoongi’s past but his present

and his present is nice!

jk: present

y/n: ?????

HELLO WHAT

YOONGI PUNCHED KOOK???

yoongi: as a joke

y/n: WHEN???? NAMJOON DID YOU KNOW?????????

namjoon: no actually i didn’t

jin: y/n joon ur in the past pls join us in the present

yoongi’s present

jk: i want the present

where is the present

yoongi: i’m nice

jk: i can travel to the present if need be

hobi: i’m confused

tae: in what context

hobi: this context ??

tae: oh ok

hobi: what other context is there

tae: sexually

namjoon: why is everything sexual with you?

hobi: sexuality by taemin lol

jimin: WHERE

tae: gay

jk: gay means happy

namjoon: guys

y/n: girls

jk: jimin are you not happy?

tae: jimin are you gay?

jimin: shut up

tae: me when taemin doesn’t call me back pt 407

jimin: why would taemin be calling you

tae: LOL

namjoon: guys enough

tae: one taemin mention he looses his mind you see that guys

namjoon: taehyung

tae: ok sorry

hobi: i’m still confused

NOT sexually

jk: i hope we are all gay (happy) toady!!

yoongi: me too

jimin: (kill yourself)

tae: (taemin)

jk: tae

min

tae min

tae in a min

tae in a minute

jimin x taehyung in a minute

y/n: fork in kitchen

hobi: oh ok

jimin: EW????

tae: that’s my name lol

WAIT WTF

ME AND HIM ????????

I KISS NO MEN

jk: one time you kissed me

tae: ON ACCIDENT

hobi: “accident”

yoongi type “accident”

yoongi: punching jungkook WAS an accident

tae: GUYS ME KISSING JUNGKOOK WAS FR AN ACCIDENT LIKE JOKE

jimin: yeah ok

namjoon: sighs

y/n: liar!!

tae: I WAS KNOCKING AT Y/NS DOOR CUZ WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GO OUT

AND WHEN THE DOOR OPEN I JUST WENT FOR THE KISS OK? EYES CLOSED AND EVERYTHING

jimin: sounds like he likes men to me

tae: NO

I DONT I JUST

STOP

DIDNT KNOW ITVWAS JUNGKOOK UNTIL I PULLED AWAY

jk: it’s ok my lips are very soft like that

y/n: fact

tae: NO ITS NOT OK

jin: wait that’s lowkey so crazy cuz how didn’t you notice the height difference

kook is like way taller than her

tae: thought she was wearing heels

y/n: it was 10 in the morning..

hobi: hold on

you didn’t know it was jungkook until you pulled away…

….

…….

……….

jungkook why did you let tae kiss you?

jk: i thought he was coming out to me

and i’m no homophobe !!!!

i didn’t know if that’s was a normal thing people did when they come out so i just let him do it

because like if i didn’t let him i didn’t want him to take that as me not supporting him yk?

i support him so yeah

idk

i was really confused

and no i didn’t kiss him back

i kinda just stood there

like

🧍🏻‍♂️

that and yeah

and he was all like “don’t be like that babe” and when he pulled away he screamed fell to his knees and then left

tbh i thought it was a dream

but i guess not

namjoon: how long did the kiss last?

tae: NAMJOON

namjoon: sorry just wanted to know

jk: maybe like 15 seconds

i think my lack of kissing back got to him

jimin: THATS CRAZY LMWKEORIFJFN

hobi: homophobe turned homosexual

tae: I AM NONE OF THOSE

jk: if it makes you feel better the kiss was really bad ur lips were really dry

tae: DON’T DESCRIBE MY LIPS SHUT UPLD

y/n: LMAO

tae: STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS LETS GO BSCK TO THE ORIGINAL TOPIC

YOONGI

YOONGI WYA

YOONGI HELLO

YOONGI

yoongi: i support you

hobi: #somuchsupoort

jimin: so brave

y/n: be who you are

namjoon: 👍🏼

jin: !!

jk: i support you for who you are❤️🧡🤍🩷❤️ (idk the flag )

y/n: lesbian

jk: really 😨

y/n: yeah

jk: but you kiss me 🙁

y/n: what

jk: i can be a woman for you

namjoon: okay !!!!!

enough sexuality talk

um yeah

yoongi say something

yoongi: i love you all

namjoon: omg…

jimin: ew man

hobi: gross

jk: i feel lightheaded

tae: gagging

y/n: ��

jin: ok i’m not enjoying this as much as i thought i would i must say

yoongi: ?

jimin: ‘i must say’ 💀💀💀

hobi: bet he stroked his nonexistent beard while saying that

jimin: likeeee 😭😭😭

jin: can i live

there was literally nothing wrong with what i said

yoongi: right

jin: STOP

sorry force of habit

yoongi: don’t be upset with me jin

i’m sorry

y/n: yoongi

talk to us

normally

please

yoongi: i’m nice

y/n: i’m aware

yoongi: i’m being nicer

y/n: why

jin: wait omg let’s move on

isn’t it such a nice day lmao

yoongi: great weather we’re having

jin: summer sure is coming!!

hobi: ewww

y/n: this old people conversation ☠️☠️

jimin: imagine what their dms look like

jk: yikes

yoongi: jungkook

jk: sorry

yoongi im sorry

i actually meant

(Y)es (I) (K)now (E)very conversation they have is (S)uper cool

yikes

yoongi: thanks

just wanted to say i like your hair

jk: oh

jimin: his hair has been the same for like the last 5 months

yoongi: i know

just wanted him to know i like it because he’s my friend and he has nice hair

jk: wow

ok

is this real

wow

GUYS

yoongi likes my hair

y/n: wow

jk: YOONGI MY FRIEND

guys at first the new yoongi was really scary but now i think i like him

he’s my friend

pls be kind to MY FRIEND

MY BEST FRIEND

jimin: i still hate his yoongi tell me to kms right now before i do something crazy

tae: please

hobi: no joke

namjoon: yoongi i understand that you are being ‘nice’ now but i hope you don’t lose your true self and personality in this new chapter of your life

y/n: what joon said

jin: yoongi tell us what you like about ME next

ik it’s like really hard so i’ll let you pick 5

yoongi: jin i like

your

um

hold on can we talk about out contracts for one second

hobi: ohmugod guys he’s killing himself fr now

jimin: it was fun while it lasted bro

namjoon: sure

jin: NO WE CANT NO

yoongi: we’re all renewing right?

jk: yes bff ^^

jin: STOP

tae: yeah

hobi: yes sighs looks out window

jimin: thumbs up

namjoon: ofc??

y/n: lol i already renewed

yoongi: what

namjoon: are you thinking about now renewing??

jin: GUYS STOROORIRNRJIRJ

yoongi: y/n

you already renewed???

y/n: yeah?

yoongi: you’re not leaving

y/n: no…

yoongi: were you thinking about leaving?

y/n: no?

yoongi: so you didnt tell jin you wish nicer????

y/n: lol no

didn’t jin say that in this gc himself like a few weeks ago lmao?

jin left “🍼👨🏼‍🦲⁉️”

yoongi: bye

going to find jin

yoongi left “🍼👨🏼‍🦲⁉️”

jk: um

yoongi joined “🍼👨🏼‍🦲⁉️”

yoongi: also jungkook you are not my best friend all of you can kill yourselves i’ve never prayed on anyone’s downfall as much as i do for all of yours i can’t believe this is my life ur all so annoying taehyung you WILL die the most painful death i promise you if any of you mention this day to anyone ever i will have your nudes on every website known to man and your address on twitter

fuck you all

yoongi left “🍼👨🏼‍🦲⁉️”

tae: does he know twitter is x now?

y/n: he didn’t mean that

he’s just a little upset

hobi: rip jin

jimin: how the hell does he have MY nudes

tae: didn’t know he was freaky like that 😈👅

hobi: bet you did

man kisser

tae: STOP

jk: best friend…

y/n: he still is your best friend kook he’s just upset at jin rn!!

jk: really?

y/n: yeah!!

jimin: she lying

y/n: SHUT UP

namjoon: so jin told yoongi that y/n was leaving the group because he’s mean

so to get her to say he was nice to us

jimin: glad your following joon

namjoon: ew

hobi: right?

namjoon: okay

cant believe we experienced that

let’s just sleep this one off boys

and girl

jimin: awoman to that

hobi: i have to smoke after this geez

jk: y/n pls hold me i’m traumatised

y/n: on my way

tae: ok but how did he add himself back into the gc tho…

—

didn’t even plan this but look jin did fr do this for HIMSELF LMAO

yoongi dumb as hell for not remembering this

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[petew21-blog]

Teen wolf - Alpha needs his pack Part 2.

Hey, y'all already know who we are right? We're like two of the most popular guys at school. Or maybe the coolest. Or... ok forget I said that. We are just bestfriends, by day we do normal shirt together by some nights Scott is doing his wolf stuff and I try to help out as much as I can.

But recently sometihng has changed. Scott started to act more dominant. We spoke less and less. He is so focused on the pack and the dangers that might come, but that's not how Scott usually is. Also, what happened to Theo? He is always ten steps behind Scott like some sort of a servant and he even keeps looking at me. But not with his self-centered I AM BETTER THAN YOU look, but now he looks like he wants to tell me sometihng, like he is being punished. I'll try to talk to him, since Scott is distancing himself from me now. HE EVEN GOT A TATTOO. Without me! We were talking getting one and he didn't wait for me. Ok, maybe my dad would be against it, but I would resist. Maybe, for a while. Ok, I wouldn't dare, but you know. He could have said something.

I think I was getting really desperate. My best friend is not talking to me, everyone else would think the way that I do. I knew If I were in his pack he couldn't ignore me. But if my dad found out I was bitten someday, he would flip. Or maybe I would too. The first transformation must be horrible. Which is why I contacted one witch. She is not evil, but doesn't work for free. And I still didn't have an idea how to get Scott to talk to me, but she would know what to do. Wouldn't she?

We met up in the forest. She brough a box with her with all sorts of potions and equipment. She was a middle aged, very beautiful woman, nice hair, leather jacket.

"Hey. You're not the witch from Snow White I was expecting."

"Money" she said annoyed after my joke

I handed her the money. And started nervously: "Haha, sorry about that. I just get nervous handling illegal stuff in the dark with strangers. Not like I would do that, like ever. Not like drugs or anything. I don't do drugs..."

"You talk too much." She handed me a small vial of liquid. As I observed the vial, she touched my hand. "Do you even know, there's some magic in you? Are you so blind to everything around you, you don't even see whats in you?"

"I am a wizard?"

"No. You have some magic, but you're weak." she started packing her things and getting ready to leave.

"Wait, you didn't tell me what to do."

"Drink it to get close to who you want." she said mysteriously.

What does that even mean? I drank the whole vial and she just smiled at me. I hope that's a good sign. A smile from a witch. Sure

Suddenly a noise echoed through the forrest. That sounded like a howl. The witch was already running away from me.

In a minute Derek appeared behind me. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I was really surprised to see him, but also not. The wolves always protect the Beacon Hills so if there was a creature tresspassing, they would know. I tried to sound confident. "Well I could be asking you the same thing"

"Do you even know that the Dread doctors are in Beacon Hills?! Has no one told you they pose a threat, Stiles?!? They want to get to Scott and you are parading in a forrest doing god knows what."

"I was just... on a midnight walk. It's very healthy actually. You should try sometimes. But I guess you run a lot around the town during the night. Right. Anyway..."

"Stiles, shut the fuck up and let's go."

He touched my arm and then my whole world flipped. It must have happened really fast, but for us it felt like ages. I even think I saw Derek's aura? soul? I don't know. But those things switched places in our bodies. They positioned themself and after that I opened my eyes again.

I saw myself. Myself from Derek's eyes. As I looked down I saw Derek's muscles. Oh man, he's gonna kill me now.

"Stiles?!?" the expression of my face changed from my usual friendly approach to the one I might have had maybe the last time playing a video game. I didn't even know my face could do this.

"Yesss?" whoa. Did that vibrating manly voice just come out of me? That's so hot. I have to calm down before Derek notices I am not that mad about the situation as he is.

"What exactly have you been doing here? And I need you to tell me everything." haha. My body looks so funny when he's trying to look angry.

I told him how I felt about Scott, how the witch took the money and gave me the vial and how I drank it.

He laughed of frustration. "You fuckin' idiot. Don't you get it?"

"Get what?"

"The Dread Doctors were planning to swap you and Scott. You were suppose to go meet him after this, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Well of course. Our little stiles feels intimidated by Scott new ball drop and wants to be close, just to endanger the whole town in doing so. What would you do if you swapped with him? Would you manage being the Alpha? HUH? No, right. Didn't think so."

"Sorry, this wasn't the plan."

"Oh I know it wasn't. And it sure wasn't my plan to spend the evening fucking myself."

"WHAT?! WHAT do you mean?! Why should I.... YOU...WHAT?"

"Every magical thing has a twist. And maybe from every cheesy freaky friday movie you watch, you might understand, that the people that swap have to get close somehow, make up. They always have to 'learn a lesson', 'try to walk in each others shoes', but they all take the long way. The fastest way to swap is to know how the other one FEELS."

"Derek, I... I don't know if I want this."

"Well I sure as don't want this kid, but we don't have a choice now, do we? Now, get on your knees. I got places to be."

He came close to me and started unzipping my jeans.

"Hey that's my dick!"

"No, it's mine now. And if you don't want it to be like this forever, which I really don't, then SUCK IT!"

I have to say, that seeing my own body being so dominant was in some ways really hot. I lowered myself.

"I have never seen it from this angle. It looks really nice."

"Stiles. SUCK IT!"

I didn't want to bee yelled at anymore, but Derek's body seemed to react to it slightly. I liked the shaft first, grabbing the lower part of my dick and positioned my mouth over it. My beard over my lips slightly scratching the head of my dick seemed to cause sensation to him. I pushed the dick more and more. Damn, almost no gag reflex. Convenient. My dick is real nice I gotta say. Striaght, slightly hairy, nice balls. It's not one of the biggest out there, but it's not bad in the mouth.

I accelerated. He started moaning. I used my right hand to jerk the lower half and blow the top. I think I'm getting good at this. Maybe cause Derek now put his hand in my hair to hold onto something.

"So you like it huh?"

"DON'T STOP!"

I got back to it, accelerating even more until streams of cum released into my mouth. I swallowed.

"So? When do you think we're gonna swap?" I asked him

He hyperventilated from the orgasm. "I... I thought this would work actually."

"Well maybe we gotta fuck for real. Let's go to my place. My dad's on duty now.

We entered my room. I could see the post nut clarity in his eyes. Post nut clarity and desperation. Nothing I haven't seen before on my own face.

"Ok, Derek. The lube is in the drawers. There is a completely new one. I haven't had a chance to use it. Guess I still won't be the first one using it. Hahah."

"What do you mean?"

"You just came. My body isn't used to cum two times a in an hour, So if you can't do the math, I'll do it for you."

"We'll wait until your body's dick gets hard." he said indifferently

A wave of anger swept over me

"Listen here, Derek. You suggested this and I followed. Now it's your turn to obey and do what I tell you. You don't want to be stuck like this and these are your methods. So we're gonna fuck. And I will be on top. Understand?"

He just nodded. I could see the fear in his eyes. But also excitement. And what I really didn't expect a tent formed in his jeans. That little fucker likes to be dominated. He's just hiding it behind this facade.

I was horny, hell yeah I was. And I also wanted to enjoy being this buff for just a few minutes. I did some pull ups. It went so easily. His body is so amazing. Maybe I should hit the gym after we go back.

Derek just sat shirtless on the bed, watching me lift myself up and down.

I got near him. The sweat drops rolling over my muscles. I took his hand and positioned it on my belt. He unbuckled it. SHIIIT this dick is huge. No wonder when Derek is such a masculine man.

"SUCK IT!" I said just as he said before. Only now, my voice was more manlier than his. He obeyed me, he wanted me to feel good and ge was doing such a great job. I thrusted my hips into his mouth as he was sucking. He choked many time. My body's gag reflex made it worse for him. Take that, that's for before

I took off my pants and he took off his. He turned around and got in position for me to enter him. I took the lube, put some on my hand, then his ass. Then on my new dick. Fuck, it's my first time jerking his dick. And it feels so good. I don't think I want to swap. But if I get my hands on the vial, I could swap with anyone. It would be cool to know what it's like to be Theo. He has a beautiful body.

My mind got back from daydreaming to fucking again. My hard pulsating dick in my hand ready over my hairy ass. I pushed, slowly, gently. I waited for him to get used to it. He moaned like a little bitch. While I waited for him to enjoy the pain I grabbed his dick. He was just as hard as I was. I took my other hand and grabbed him under his neck and took him close to me. My other hand still on his dick, jerking him, my own dick thrusting into him. He moaned. I kissed his neck and bit him a bit. I could feel my wolf teeth come out. But no, not the time

I accelerated. Thrusting more into him and jerking him twice as before. He wasn't moaninf, he was screaming out of pleasure now. And then it hit. Both of us. Be came at the same time. I came into him and ha came all over my bed. We panted, my dick still inside of him slowly getting flacid.

I pulled out. Laying myself down and he did so next to me on the bed.

"Well, that didn't work."

We just looked at each other, both wondering what we were gonna do.

But hey, atleast I get to be part of the pack with Scott now.

A story from inbox that skipped a few others: Maybe a second part of the new alpha where stiles hires some witch to make him and derek swap bodies in order to improve the pack. Maybe even derek had a kink with being smaller and loves the new reality.

Sorry for taking so long, but don't worry. Your story is coming

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Slow Down, You're Gonna Crash

Chapter Seven

Summary: Being a Verstappen means realising that you'll never be as good as her brother. She knew it. That was why she ran away to California. Of course, she's gonna fall for the older, naval aviator. And, of course, it pisses her family off.

Bradley Bradshaw x F1!Driver Reader

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It wasn't usual that she and Bradley arrived at The Hard Deck at different times. The Squad had gotten so used to seeing the both of them walk in together, his arm around her shoulders as he laughed at something she'd said.

This time, he'd arrived before her. Walked in with the rest of the Squad (something that hadn't happened since that night he'd met her).

Part of Bradley couldn't help but wonder what she had to be doing in that moment. When he'd left she'd asked for access to his laptop, and he'd told her go for it. (She'd proceeded to ask for the password, but was it really a shock that Bradley's laptop didn't have one?) Was she still typing away, doing God knows what?

At some point in the conversation, he'd stopped listening. He hadn't meant to stop listening to whatever Jake and Natasha were arguing about, hadn't meant to pull out his phone and start texting her. But he was smiling down at it, laughing at whatever she'd sent him now (a meme she'd made herself, something that nobody but the two of them would understand. She'd used a picture from her karting days, one of her in the background of an interview, looking ready to murder the boy getting interviewed).

And suddenly Natasha was snapping her hands in front of his face, getting his attention. "What the hell is wrong with you, man?" She asked as she thrust the pool cue towards them. When the hell had they started playing pool? But then Natasha looked down at the phone in his hands, at the contact name at the top of the screen. "Oh."

He took the pool cue and dropped his phone onto the seat as he stood. He could go five minutes without texting her. Well, he'd try.

And he was doing a good job. He didn't notice when it started blowing up with so many texts that they started failing to come through, and then coming through all at once.

Bob noticed, though. Sat there with his cup of peanuts and his water, he noticed as Bradley's phone started going crazy. "Rooster!" He called as he picked it up. It was still vibrating as it sat in his hand, screen lighting up with texts of 999! EMERGENCY! ROOS COME BACK!

Bradley passed his pool cue back to Natasha. He rushed over, took the phone from Bob and immediately called her. Now, if he'd taken a minute to just read what she was saying, the poor man would have realised that he had no reason to call her in such panic.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked quickly as he searched for his keys in his pocket.

There was a pause before she spoke. "Do you wanna come to Miami with me?"

The panic immediately left Bradley's body. He could have killed her he was so mad. Well, not mad. No, he was never mad at her. But an exasperated breath left her lips. "That was your emergency?"

A giggle left her lips.

"When are we going?"

Before she could say more, the phone was wrestled out of Bradley's grip. "Hey!" He shouted as Jake took the phone from him.

"Hi, Verstapp," said Jake as he help the phone up to his own ear. "Why aren't you here with us?"

"I'm busy, Bagman," she said. At that moment she was sat on the bed, laptop in front of her and phone held between her shoulder and her ear. She tapped away at the laptop, sending emails to the Williams F1 Team.

"I'm putting you on speaker."

Jake did just that. He put the phone on speaker and placed it onto the table between all of them. "Hi!" Natasha and Bob both called.

"Hey guys!" She shouted back. "Yeah, so it's in a month. I was thinking about driving up two days before, be there for the practice sessions," she said.

A month. She hadn't watched any other races since that first one. Bradley didn't ask why she didn't want to watch any other races. No, he filled her Sundays with good things. Watching movies, sitting on the beach and eating dinner.

Her favourites were walks under the stars, tucked under Bradley's arm. It was a world away from Formula One, what she needed in those moments. Well, what she needed was Bradley.

But he froze, breath hitching.

"Where are you guys driving to?" Bob asked her.

"Miami. For the Grand Prix weekend."

It was Jake that started laughing. Actually, he was the only one to laugh. "Drive? To Miami? Are you kidding?" He asked and started laughing again. "Oh, Kid-" She hated it when Jake called her that. Only Bradley got to call her that and even that was a rarity. "You'd be better off flying."

She was quiet for a second. Longer than that, actually. Long enough that Bradley picked up the phone and held it to his ear. "Baby? You still there?"

"I forget that America is so big," she mumbled.

"Oh, baby," he said as a smile appeared beneath his moustache. It was a damn sweet one, and a damn shame that she couldn't see it. "I'm gonna get some dinner on my way home," he said as he pulled his keys from his pocket and made his way out of The Hard Deck.

The blow of 'I can't come with you' came easier when said over shared Chinese food on his couch with Rush playing in the background. He held her on his lap while she booked her flights to Miami and sat through her trying to convince him to come with.

But they had a month to kill before she left Miami. And, in that month, she made a rather big decision.

"Roo, I want you to teach me to cook."

He looked up at her, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of tiny, grey shorts. It was a sight he saw so often, but one that would always have his breath catching in his throat and his eyes wandering.

But he recovered quickly. "You want me to teach you how to cook?"

Her bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as she nodded.

Bradley had never been this excited before. He wasn't the best cook, but his mother had taught him some stuff. He stood up and dragged her over to the kitchen.

Learning to cook with Bradley was incredibly fun. He taught her to make lasagne, which ended up with an incredibly messy counter. "My mom made the best lasagne," he said as he stood behind her, arms wrapped around her, instructing her on what to do. "She would have liked you."

She froze against him, always did when Bradley said relationship-y stuff like this. But she cleared her throat, pushed on and placed the lasagne tray into the oven.

"My mum used to make the best cookies, too," said Bradley as she shut the door. "Wanna make some?"

"Do you even have chocolate chips?"

"We can make it work."

Bradley started making the cookies. He read out the recipe as he worked, and she sat on the counter and watched. She could have watched him all day as he mixed the sugar and the butter together in his pink bowl.

As Bradley baked, she pulled her phone from her pocket and dialled the familiar number. As it rang she placed the phone onto the counter beside her and reached for Bradley.

"Hello?" Said her brother as Bradley held his spoon to her lips.

She licked the mixture of sugar and butter from the spoon. "Max!" She called and picked up her phone, holding it in front of her lips. "How is the season going? Have you won everything?"

"Kip," Max groaned from the other end of the phone. "Had an issue with the car in Australia, fucking Carlos won," he mumbled, and she laughed. "It's not funny, Kip! P was watching and she was so upset!"

As he looked at her, Bradley furrowed his brows. Kip? He mimed, and she held up her finger, telling him to wait.

"Well, Maximilian, I'm thinking of coming to Miami," she said quickly.

"You are?" He asked at the same time that she said, "Is dad gonna be there?"

"Huh?" Max voiced.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Don't interrupt this time," she said quickly, but it was just in jest. "Is dad gonna be in Miami for the Grand Prix?"

He mumbled something under his breath. "Miami? I don't think so. Are you definitely gonna be there?"

"Logan wants my support for his home race, so I'm gonna be there," she said.

Max released a cough from his lips. "Do I get to meet your boyfriend?" He asked quickly. She could practically see the smile he was definitely wearing.

Rolling her eyes, she held her finger over the red button. "Goodbye, Maximilian," She called and hung up.

The moment she put her phone down, Bradley was there. He parted her legs and stood between them, hands on her hips as he pulled her against him. "Kip?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he frowned.

She tipped her head to the side as she looked at him, expression unamused. "It's Dutch for Chicken," she mumbled.

Bradley laughed, lips twitching up beneath his moustache. "Chicken, really?" But even her pissed off expression wasn't enough to stop him. "No, I see it. It's cute. They're small-" He gestured between the two of them, indicating the size difference, "-Kind of aggressive-" He pointed to his arm, where she'd left a bite mark that morning (which Rooster loved), "-But, most importantly, cute."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Good save, Rooster. You're not gonna start calling me Chicken, are you?"

For just a moment, Bradley thought about it. "You know what? I might. Rooster and Chicken."

She groaned, but her smile was undeniable. Rooster and Chicken. She loved it.

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[ham1lton]

013 with charles!

013. a great ballroom during an elegant party w/ CL16.

— part of a series of drabbles! <3

one day after classes, you had come home to see an unfamiliar elderly woman sitting with your mother in your small flat. your mother had placed her cup of tea down on the coffee table and introduced the lady as your grandmother, and as the current queen of the small kingdom of genovia.

thanks to that one night, you were now here at a genovian ball held in your honour but instead of being out on the floor and mingling with the guests, you had hid in an alcove. a side-effect of becoming the crown princess means a makeover. your hair had been styled to frame your face, and you were wearing more jewels then you’d ever seen in your life. it was a bit much but it’s not like anyone had asked you how you felt about it.

one day you were attending college, crushing on carlos, who was your best friend’s older brother, and now you were the only heir to a kingdom you hadn’t even heard of before.

before you could think about your circumstances any longer, someone had slid themselves into the alcove. you screamed.

“wait! wait! sshh! please!” a hand covered your mouth as your eyes widened in shock. you’re gonna die in an alcove and around five minutes away from your security. your introvert tendencies are going to kill you. this is the worst day of your life.

“don’t kill me! please!” you say, fighting his hand.

“what?” he asks, voice filled with shock. “i’m not going to kill you!”

“you’re not?”

“no!” you can hear an accent when he speaks. “i’m just trying to hide from my responsibilities. i didn’t want you bringing attention to us. this is my hiding spot when i come to genovian balls.”

“are you from here?”

“no. i’m from monaco. my mum is the monegasque ambassador to genovia.”

“explains the accent.” you say. you can’t see him but he stands slightly tall as he leans against the wall opposite you. “i’m y/n.”

“y/n?” his voice is shocked. “y/n, as in the crown princess y/n?”

“indeed.” you sigh. “that is me.”

“what are you doing hiding away? isn’t the queen looking for you?”

“you’re hiding too. isn’t your mother looking for you?”

“touché.” he laughs. “i guess we’re both running from our duties tonight.”

“so, what’s your name. you know mine and i’m at a disadvantage now.”

“charles, charles leclerc.” he laughs. “i never would have thought in a million years i’d be here with you. this alcove is usually empty.”

“is being here with me a bad thing?”

“oh! no! god no! it’s just unusual. who else can say they’ve been here with a princess.”

you chuckle at his response, feeling a bit more at ease with charles's lighthearted demeanor. "well, charles leclerc, i'm glad to have some company in this unusual situation."

he smiles warmly at you, the brightness of his teeth glinting in the darkness. "likewise, princess. i have to admit, this is definitely a first for me."

you both share a moment of quiet companionship, enjoying the brief respite from the grandeur of the ball. it's a strange feeling, finding solace in the presence of a stranger amidst the opulence of royalty.

"perhaps we should head back before we're missed," you suggest reluctantly.

charles nods in agreement, offering you his arm as you both make your way back to the ballroom. as you step into the light and the music surrounds you once again, you can't help but feel grateful for the unexpected connection you've found. you turn to communicate this to charles, only to be shocked into a stupor.

“what is it?” he asks as you stare at him. “something on my face?”

he was very attractive and your face heated up with embarrassment at the fact you accused the very handsome stranger of attempting to murder you. god, he put his hand over your mouth. was your makeup smudged? did you look okay? you had the telltale signs of a crush forming, and you were transported back to high school all over again.

you were definitely calling your best friends about this later tonight.

you shake your head, trying to push aside the embarrassment of your earlier reaction. "no, it's nothing. just... lost in thought for a moment."

charles gives you a curious look, but doesn't press further. instead, he offers you a reassuring smile before leading you back into the bustling ballroom.

as the music swells around you and the guests continue to dance and mingle, you find yourself stealing glances at charles when you think he's not looking. despite the initial shock of your encounter, you can't deny the flutter of excitement in your chest at the prospect of getting to know him better.

the only thing you miss are the glances he sends back.

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author’s note: princess diaries au with charles as ur love interest, carlos as lily’s brother and lando as lily. spoilers! charles and reader end up getting married and he becomes her trophy king <3 also, two people requested this prompt!! hope u both enjoyed it <3

[ironbabey]

July

Peter Parker x Reader

angst, maybe fluff?

Word Count: 1k

Inspired by the song July by Noah Cyrus

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I've been holding my breath, I've been counting to ten, over something you said

“So uh, what do ya say? Wanna give it a shot?” Please say yes please say yes please say yes-

“I’m sorry, I really am, but I’m gonna have to say no.”

No. He said no.

It took you months to work up the courage to finally tell him how you felt, ironically you told yourself the worst he could say was no. Fuck, it hurt.

You were crushed. “Oh uh, that's okay. We can just stay friends.” It’s not okay, you don’t want to be friends. Well, you do. You also wanted-no, hoped- for something more.

He smiled, god you loved that smile. It never failed to make your heart skip a beat, even breaking it at the same time.  “Glad this won’t change our friendship. I care about you a lot.” He says, you can hear the pity in his voice.

He cared, just not in the way you wanted.

I've been holding back tears, while you're throwing back beers, I'm alone in bed

You were always told rejection hurt but you didn’t think it’d be this painful. Peter went out while you were sulking in your bed. There’s more fish in the sea, right? You shouldn’t have fallen for him, everyone told you not to, and yet here you are.

How could you be so stupid?

Of course he didn’t like you.

You were nothing compared to her.

You didn't have the perfect teeth, the perfect hair, the perfect skin, the perfect...anything. You were just you.

You stupidly thought that it would be enough for him, she didn't even remember him, but you made new memories with him.

You know I, I'm afraid of change. Guess that's why we stay the same

You two were fighting now. It's your fault anyways. You lashed out on him just because he hadn’t reached out to you since that day. He's ignored your texts, calls, hell you even tried an email for the fun of it. He stilled ignored you.

The day you confessed really fucked things up.

You decided to be the bigger person and show up at his door. He would've known you were going over if he read your messages.

“I thought we agreed that wouldn’t change us. You said you wanted to be friends so why are you being such a dick?”

 “I’m being a dick? Oh, that’s real funny coming from you. I have a life full of other people, not just you. I don’t see why I have to be the one to do everything.”

You bit your lip and looked at the ground, embarrassed that you were acting childish, “No, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

So, tell me to leave, I'll pack my bags, get on the road

Peter let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, the soft hair you used to play with during the times you'd study together. “I think you should go. I can’t handle this—you—right now.”

You refused to cry in front of him. “Yeah, okay.” You grabbed your bag and slammed the door shut on your way out. You fucked everything up, didn’t you?

Find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know

A week went by, and he finally texted you, asking you to go over and talk it out. In the end you were still his best friend, and he didn't want to lose you.

You picked up a photo that was in a beautiful golden frame on the coffee table, you knew who the woman was, Peter talked about her all the time, and it killed you. You thought he was over her.

 “What are you doing with that?” He grabbed the framed photo from your hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out, “It was just sitting here, she’s pretty. Really pretty.”

Peter smiled, “Yeah, she was. The greatest too.”

‘Cause you remind me everyday, I’m not enough but I still stay

You two sat in uncomfortable silence. He wanted to make up, wanted things to be normal again, but you had other plans. You wanted answers. “What does she have that I don’t? What’s so different?”

He groaned. “Please, don’t start this right now.”

You stood up from the couch, “No! I want to know why you’re after someone who moved on. Someone who doesn't even rem-“

“She was the only one there for me through all of it! She helped me from beginning to end! I ruined everything just to make sure she got into the school she worked so hard for!" His voice went soft, he couldn't hold back the tears that went streaming down his face. His brown eyes were hardly visible through them, "She was all I had. She was the only girl that ever looked my way and actually liked me.”

Then what am I?

I've done a lot of things wrong, Loving you being one. But I can't move on

“What?”

“Then what am I?”, you repeated deep down you knew you were being a little selfish, but he had no right to say you didn't care, “I’ve been there for you. I’ve laughed with you, cried with you, I even fought with you and you’re still tossing me aside?”

“Listen-“

“No! You listen to me! I’ve done nothing but love and care about you but clearly that’s not enough! Nothing is ever enough for you! I-I’m not enough.”

Peter stood to hug her. To tell you that you was more than enough. To tell you he was just afraid of being more than what you were now.

If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave, and baby, I'll go

You moved away from his attempted hug. How dare he cry when it was him who was hurting you? “N-No, you don’t get-get to cry.” you choked out through your own tears.

“I’m sorry please just understand.” He begged.

“Tell me to leave. Tell me you don't want to see me again and I’ll stop. I’ll leave you alone just like you want.” That’s not what he wanted, not at all. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if you left him too.

“That’s not-I want you to stay.”

You remind me every day, I'm not enough, but I still stay

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

[elskiee]

a prompt for my boys

i've been awake thinking abt this prompt for DAYS but bear with me:

( tw // abusive relationship )

alfie woke up at night from that fucking wailing. he needed to teach those goddamn kids a lesson sometimes. but oh-oh, it's not a kid. it's a malnourished, brutally-beaten, heavily-pregnant omega at his doorstep, whimpering as blood and water gushed out from between his legs. whose omega is this? but the scream was getting louder, so alfie had no choice but to take him inside. to his surprise, he was able to help him give birth to a healthy beautiful baby boy (chaotically, ofc). alfie didn't even know the omega's name yet, but his carnal instinct to protect these two boys activated instantly.

they talked in the morning. alfie learned that the omega, tommy, was kicked out of the house by his abusive sewer rat of a husband (and ofc he took a mental note to find the guy and kill him on the spot). alfie then offered to shelter tommy and charlie, the newborn, for three months. tommy gratefully accepted it, and they grew very close along the way. alfie could deny it as much as he wanted, but he definitely felt a pleasant spark whenever he looked into those oceanic, electric blue eyes. or when he caught a glimpse of tommy's extremely thick, butterfly lashes. or those lips. alfie felt sinful, but if this was what's gonna put him in hell, then he'd gratefully peel his clothes and bathe in the fire.

but first, drama; the local omega shelter found out that tommy was not alfie's mate nor his legally-acknowledged spouse. nor was charlie his biological child. so, the shelter decided that it's gonna be best for tommy and charlie to spend the night at their place. it hurt alfie to let them go. tommy was crying harder than charlie ever did when they picked him up, begging them to let him stay with alfie. alfie was the one who saved him, who cared for him. alfie brought him close, kissed his forehead and whispered, "It's going to be okay, Tommy. I'll come get you two. Just wait for me. I love you."

and when tommy's mouth met his own, soft and wet and oh-so-fucking-sweet, whispering, "I love you, Alfie. Come back. Come back to me," Alfie knew his whole life was going to be dedicated to bringing their family back together. whatever it takes.

[thanks @whentommymetalfie for absolutely igniting my long-ignored passion for omegaverse u're god-sent fr]

[lovearthur]

𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 (𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓! req by @melzymelzy00 . afab/fem reader . self conscious reader . mild violence if u squint . kidnapped by o'driscolls . petname use of angel, darlin, sweetheart .

u were gone. stolen. kidnapped, even.

after many, many times of convincing arthur that u were fine, able to go out on ur own, u get banged up and taken by some of o'driscoll boys.

just ur luck, ain't it?

arthur being arthur, arthur being ur loving boyfriend, there wasn't one day that he didn't look for u. he needed u back, forcur friends but mostly for his own sanity. he wouldn't know how to handsle himself if something bad happened to u. he's never seen the women so upset until u disappeared. even hosea was worried about ur well-being. bit no one felt anything close to what arthur was feeling. u were really the only girl who kept him sane, kept him in the reasoning mindset if needed. one day, he'd find u.

that day came. arthur was so, so thankful that he finally found u.

he found u. stupid enough, one of the o'driscoll boys was flauting and bragging about how they kept a "pretty little thing" up by their camp, talking to another man in the saloon in valentine. that o'driscoll may have or may not gotten the roughest treatment from arthur after dragging him round the side. once he got to the o'driscolls hideout, his eyes locked onto u. on the ground, ur hands tied up against a pole with ur mouth gagged by a neckerchief. ur eyes widened at the sight of him..ur hair was dishevelled, some strans sticking to ur hair from ur tears of panic, worry and how terrified u were. his face frowned, looking at ur hair. u didn't have ur beautiful, long hair. it was gone.

those fools cut ur hair. arthur knew how deep u were attached to it. god, if only he could get his hands on every single one- no, u were his priority. u were his first concern. he quickly made his way over, his big hands cuffing ur face as he did his best to comfort u. “darlin'- sweetheatt- 's jus' me. gonna getcha outta here, okay?” he says, keeping his focus on u, and he pulls the neckerchief from ur mouth. it hurt his soul, seeing how u were shaking like a leaf, sobbing like a wounded animal. his heart practically broke for u, being in his mess. god he felt horrible that ge got u in this mess. this life.

“oh, arthur.. i-” “sh sh sh, jus' stay quiet f'me, angel. jus' till i get ya outta here.” and u nod quickly as his words, and he goes behind u, quickly taking out out a knife to cut the rope bounds ur wrists together. u face u once again and his face frowned even more. u pretty, long hair... gone. its now just a simple, shaggy cut bob. oh, those fools. arthur would kill every damn o'driscoll if he could. especially since that they treated u like that. he whistles on his trusted horse bwofre looking back at u, he helped u up as u steadied urself. being a man that gets all tense and uncomfortable towards physical touch, he extends his arms out to u in an embrace. “c'mere little one, yer alrigh' now.” with no hesitation, u wrapped ur arms around his torso nd his head rests above urs as he glided his hand to hold ur head, like if he was still shielding u from any harm that was determined to come towards u.

𝜗℘ ᶻ 𐰁 ⟢ ݂

it's been days since they took u away. and the gang was so thankful and happy that u came back alive. even though everyone knew how vicious the o'driscolls are. u were still pretty shaken up still which is understandable. it was a pretty terrifying experience. u didn't want see anyone of that pathetic gang again.

ms. grimshaw was surprisingly more kind towards u - weren't sure if that was her own choice or arthur spoke to her. either way, u were glad. the girls checked up on u frequently, too. feeling bad about the loss of ur cut hair, they knew u had a sort of attachment to it. and u took good care of it, too. u were so proud of how ling ur hair was, it went down to ur slim waist, kept always in its pretty, tidied state. now u didn't know what to feel, never had it this short ever since u were a young, small child. u just... had to grow to accept ur hair like this.

u hated how ur hair looks.

“i hate what they did t'ya.. really, i do, but yer hair is still nice. it ain't so bad.” he says, stroking ur hair in a way to try and comfort u. u both knew he wasn't good at it but it was nice to him to try anyway. “it jus- it ain't me. i want my hair back, my long hair back, arthur. dont like it this short, makes me look stupid.” u say, leaning into his touch. the hands of a hardened killer and yet he treated u with such fragility and kindness. he kissed ur temple “yer still a pretty girl. my pretty girl, long hair or no.” u smiled at his words.

it was now late at night, u were sitting close by a river, not that far from camp. fixing up ur hair to make look a little nicer. u came to accept that ur hair was short and that it'll take a while for it to grow back to where it was before. and that's okay. After a little while, u made ur way back to camp, the scent of burnt wood filling up the air as u walk past the campfire, returning to ur tent with arthur waiting in the bed, waiting for u. “there she is, c'mere my doll.” he says with that stupid grin on his face, and u smile slightly at his words, the petname making u giddy inside. u climbed into bed, ur head resting on his chest while he played with ur hair. “suits ya.” u soft hum. “i don't think it does, arthur-” “dont be talkin' like that, yer a pretty girl. a sweet, beautiful girl.” he replies as he leans down, kissing ur forehead. “lettin no one tell ya different.” he added as u kisses his cheek.

u adjusted ur position and got comfortable besides once again, ur arms around him in an embrace and vice versa.

he was the perfect man for u. ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

[lemon-natalia]

Harrow the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 50

thirty minutes before the Emperor’s murder and i still have no idea who’s gonna do it or why

Commander Wake. the commander who is Gideon's mother. who is Awake, the Sleeper. Who is in Cytherea’s dead body. Cytherea being the one Gideon had a crush on. WHO IS BEING POSSESSED BY GIDEON’S DEAD MOTHER. WHO IS THE BOE LEADER, COMMANDER WAKE. i’m fucking speechless what is this

also she’s calling the Emperor ‘Gaius’, do they fucking know each other??

omfg her full name includes ‘Snap me back to reality oops there goes Gravity’ wtf. weirdly i feel like thats such a Gideon (Nav) name to have, except she’s taking it so seriously 

‘did the ten billion give you that too.’ ‘how many babies died in the bomb Gaius’ oh this guy really did cause the apocalypse somehow didn’t he, fuuuck

scratch the others, this is the most tense tea party there’s been so far

‘it’s all come out’ what in the world’s most dramatic intervention is this

COMMANDER WAKE ME UP INSIDE 

both Mercymorn and Augustine were conspiring with the BoE?? i didn’t see that coming, especially not Mercymorn

the eggs from the first message weren’t a metaphor????? they were literal goddamn eggs wtf

she was gonna kill said baby in order to enter the Locked Tomb, and nicknamed it the ‘Bomb’. um wow. why is everyone’s immediate plan in these books to jump straight to the baby murder. 

GIDEON (1.0) JUST KILLED HER?? again? can you even say you killed a ghost. what. what. i thought they were a thing what is going on. Gideon just saw her mother for the very first time in her life, talking about how she was planning to murder Gid as a baby, possessing the body of someone she had a crush on who also tried to kill her, get murdered. oh she’s gonna need so much counselling after this. 

speaking of, how the fuck did the relationship between Gideon 1.0 and Wake start, that feels very complicated 

and he thought the baby was his. key word being thought. not was. then who the fuck is the baby daddy. this whole shebang would make for a very entertaining episode of Dr Phil. or whatever tv shows it is that do dna tests, i don’t watch a lot of reality tv

i really didn’t think a conception story could get more fucked up than Harrow’s, but Gideon’s giving her a very strong run for her money

‘Hi, not fucking dead. I’m Dad’ YOU JUST FOUND OUT YOU HAVE A SECRET BABY WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS. its been about a minute and he’s already cracking dad jokes. is making bad puns genetic in the Locked Tomb world or something, because that would say a lot about Gideon quite frankly 

i cannot believe the fact that these guys were in a threesome has been plot relevant two times over now

also Gideon is the fucking. daughter of the GOD of this world i guess. well there’s an explanation for why she’s so resistant to not dying then. if he wasn’t super dead, i think Silas’s reaction to this info would be so fucking funny

also. given Ianthe presumably doesn’t know about any of the details of Gideon’s birth, childhood, etc. she’s gotta be even more confused than Gideon right now

also also remember when i had that dream about the Locked Tomb? my subconscious is a prophet, apparently:

[moondustpugh]

Written in the Stars

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are a believer in fate but after getting your heart broken, you had stopped believing it. Until you met Joe. Suddenly, it got you questioning if fate is real or not.

Author's Note: Last part and then we still have the epilogue! I hope you all enjoyed this story!

Wordcount: 3.3K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

Four Years Later…

Holy shit.

You climbed down from the small stool that you were standing on. Today, you were helping around the bookshop. Even though Sara had her trusted employees working today, you couldn’t help but feel like you should be helping around the bookshop too. You enjoyed it anyway and besides, the bookshop was a bit quiet and empty today. It was a Monday morning, so it wasn’t really a surprise to you that it was a quiet day. Plus, getting time off work got you bored around the apartment. Now that you were alone in the apartment since Sara had moved out, so what was a better way for you to entertain yourself?

But holy shit. 

You couldn’t believe it. You knew it had been nine months. You knew that it was coming pretty soon, but you were still in shock that it was happening now. Right now. How has it been nine months already? How is it time already? It felt like yesterday, you all just found out about the news and now, it’s time? 

You dropped your phone from your hands, frozen still where you were. You were in shock.

“Jooee!” You yelled. “Joe!”

You immediately heard footsteps running down the stairs and there he was. 

Joe. 

Curly hair, fuzzy sweater and his glasses on his face. It wasn’t a surprise to you that he was in the bookshop all the time now. After all, he also loved this place. He loved hanging out here, and you were here. That was enough reason for him to stay around. He looked at you with wide eyes as soon as he found you between one of the bookshelves. 

“It’s time.” You smiled.

“It’s baby time?” Joe gasped, his eyes so wide, he froze and didn’t know what to do. 

“Joe!” You snapped him out of it. 

“Let me get a taxi!” Joe panicked and ran out the door to hail a taxi cab for the both of you. You followed behind him as he opened the door for you and both of you got inside, while he told the driver to take the both of you to the hospital. 

You shook your leg nervously at the backseat of the taxi as your fingernails found the edges of your teeth. 

“Hey,” Joe took your hand away from your mouth and squeezed it lightly. “It’ll be okay.” 

You nodded your head and waited anxiously as the taxi tried to go through the traffic around the city. 

God, how is this taking forever? 

By the time you two arrived at the hospital, you immediately went inside and talked to the nurse behind the counter. Maybe it was just you being nervous and anxious, but the nurse was taking forever, and you just couldn’t wait anymore. 

“Oh, you’re here!” 

Wes called out. You and Joe turned around and saw Wes was all red and out of breath. You couldn’t help but think how he looked like he was the one giving birth. 

“Did she give birth already?” You asked, walking towards him.

“No, not yet. She’s not ten centimeters yet, so we have to wait.” Wes answered.

“Is she okay? Can we see her?” Joe asked.

Wes led you down the hall and into the room. Inside, you saw Sara laying on the bed. Her belly was big, and she was leaning against a pillow. She looked exhausted and in pain. 

“Hi.” You smiled, walking up to her. “How are you feeling?”

Sara groaned as she set her hand on her belly. “Contractions are killing me.”

“Doctor said she’s only six centimeters right now.” Wes explained. 

You pulled up a chair next to Sara’s bed and squeezed her hand lightly. “You’re gonna be okay. You can do this.”

“I’m so scared, but so excited.” Sara smiled down at you before squeezing your hand tightly as she felt another contraction. 

“Ow! Ow!” You winced. “Okay, it’s a good thing we’re in a hospital.” 

Sara let your hand go as you hissed through your teeth from the pain. You rubbed your hand lightly as you looked up to Wes who was chuckling.

“Yeah, you get used to it.” Wes laughed softly before walking up to the other side of her bed and rubbed her back. 

“I can’t believe you are gonna have a baby.” Joe chimed in. “I’m so happy for you guys.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let's get through this delivery first, okay?!” Sara snapped at Joe as you chuckled.

Sara’s mood swings for the last few weeks had been up and down. Though, her mood swings when it came to Joe was always up. You couldn’t even keep count how many times Joe had been yelled at by Sara every time he was in the bookshop. 

“Seriously, Joe? It’s alphabetical. Do you know your ABCs?” Sara had snapped at him one time for a small mistake he made organizing the bookshelf. “If you want to drool on my best friend, just go sit in the lounge area and stare.”

Joe scratched the back of his head, pursing his lips as Wes gave him an apologetic look. You have seen that look on Wes’ face many times throughout the last several weeks too. It was his “I’m sorry my wife has been yelling at you but please understand she’s pregnant” look. Joe was understanding though. He understood, and he knew Sara was in pain right now, so he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to add in any more stress or pain. 

“Okay, we’ll be in the waiting room.” You got up from the chair as you grabbed Joe by his forearm. “You will be amazing, Sara. Just hang in there, okay? You can do this.”

“Okay.” Sara pouted as she watched the both of you leave the room. 

You took a deep breath as soon as you walked out of Sara’s room. You didn’t know why you were the one who was so nervous and anxious over it. Maybe because you knew that this has been something you and Sara had talked about since her wedding. Sara knew she wanted this for a long time now. She knew that she always wanted to grow a family with Wes and now, it was actually happening. You just couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe that your best friend was having a baby. It felt like you two just met each other in college and struggled to get through graduation and now, here you both were. Time truly wasn’t real.

“Here.” Joe interrupted your thoughts, handing you a cup of coffee. 

“Thanks.” You took the cup of coffee and sipped it, while Joe sat next to you.

The two of you sat there in silence. You watched couples go in and out of the room. Some family members join the both of you in the waiting room and then leave once the mother has given birth. Your eyes lingered at the TV screen on the top corner of the wall, while you continued to sip your coffee. An hour passed by and there was still no news from Sara. Joe had excused himself to go to the restroom, but you haven’t seen him for half an hour already. Your fingernails had found your teeth again as your leg shook anxiously. Your hands felt ice cold. You just hoped that Sara wouldn’t be in too much pain and that her labor wasn’t going to be hard. 

You couldn’t sit there anymore. You have to do something, or your anxious mind will just continue to shake your brain. Getting up from the chair, you made your way down the hall to find some vending machine because you were also hungry, and you didn't know how long you would be waiting here. Stopping in your tracks, you found Joe in the middle of the hall. He was staring through the window where the newborn babies were getting taken care of.

“Hey.” You called out, walking up to him. “What are you doing here?”

Joe smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Just looking at the newborns. They’re so adorable.”

You stood next to him and looked through the window, watching the newborns sleeping on their little cribs. 

“They’re so peaceful.” You smiled. “I can’t believe that Wes and Sara will have one of these in just a few hours.”

Joe chuckled, nodding his head. “I can’t believe Wes is going to be a father.”

You laughed softly at his joke. Joe’s eyes turned to you, studying your features. Even now, you were the only one that his heart was beating for. You were the only one that he couldn’t stop thinking about. 

“Can I have this dance?” Joe asked you at Sara and Wes’ wedding reception. 

You were the only one who was left at the table, and you were happy for your friends, but you couldn’t help but feel emotional towards everything. It was also the first time you have seen Joe after your little meeting in Italy. Since then, you had tried to move on and stopped thinking about him because he was with someone now. He was happy. So, when your current boyfriend had decided to break off your relationship two weeks before Sara and Wes’ wedding, you couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional. You couldn’t help but think how funny incidents kept happening. The way your boyfriend– ex boyfriend– broke up with you right before meeting Joe again. The Universe truly had its weird ways. You were on your third glass of champagne, and you were the only one sitting at the table with no one to dance with, and Joe had seen you. He had seen how you tried to act like everything was okay, but he knew you wanted to just disappear. He could see it all over your face. 

You gazed up at Joe, who’s hand was reaching for you. “Are you sure?” You asked.

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.” Joe smiled. 

You stared at his hand before taking it. He walked you to the dancefloor where everyone else was and slow danced with you. His hands on your waist, your arms wrapped around his neck. You couldn’t look at him, so you kept your eyes busy around the reception, avoiding eye contact with him. You were scared how you would feel if you two had locked eyes because you knew until now, you still have feelings for him. 

“So, where’s your date?” You asked, your eyes laser focus on both of your feet. 

“No date.” Joe answered. “For a year now.”

Immediately, your eyes finally found his chocolate button ones. “What about—?”

“Never was serious, like I said before.” 

Your eyes dropped to the floor again as the both of you continued to dance. The music echoed through the room, but it seemed like the silence between the both of you was louder. 

“Where’s your date?” Joe asked. 

“No date either.” You replied, sighing. “They’re all idiots.”

Joe couldn’t help but chuckle. “Am I part of that list?”

You gazed up to him again, your eyes staring into his eyes as you shook his head. “No.” 

“I know things between us have been rough.” Joe murmured. “I know it has been a long time since we saw each other, but can we atleast be friends?”

Your eyes never left his as the both of you continued to dance. You never thought you would agree with this. Actually, you never thought Joe would suggest this after everything that has happened between the both of you. After what you did to him. 

Friends.

Maybe you could work with that. After all, the both of you would be seeing each other more now since Wes and Sara were now married. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head.

“Friends.” You muttered.

That was a year ago. A few months after the wedding, Joe had moved back to New York permanently. He had started hanging out at the bookshop again. Sara kept mentioning to you that he was only there to see you because she knew he still had feelings for you. Though, you always argued back that you guys were just friends. Just friends. Nothing more. Nothing less. That was it. 

Were you really though? Were you really seeing each other as friends? That’s it? 

Were your feelings completely gone for Joe? Was Joe’s feelings completely gone for you?

Real answer: Absolutely not.

So, when you had gazed up at Joe, you found his eyes staring at you. You felt your cheeks heat up as you gave him a small smile. He had that look on his face that you have seen many times since you and him had started this whole “friends” thing. It was the look that Sara would always mention. The “he is still in love with you” look as what Sara would call it. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked. 

“Nothing. Sorry.” Joe looked away. “Maybe we should go see how Sara was doing.” 

Agreeing to his idea and totally forgetting the fact that you were here to find some snacks, you followed Joe back to the waiting room and down the hall but by the time you both entered her room, Sara was gone. 

“Excuse me.” Joe asked one of the nurses that passed by. “Where’s the patient assigned to this room?”

“She’s in labor. She just reached ten centimeters, so she was taken to the delivery room.”

You gasped as the nurse walked away. You couldn’t believe it. Sara was giving birth. She was actually giving birth right now. Taking your hand, Joe gave it a squeeze as he gave you a smile. Both of you walked back to the waiting room as you both anxiously waited for news. Joe gently took your fingers out of your mouth since your nails had found the edges of your teeth again.

“You still bite your nails when you’re anxious.” Joe smiled. 

“Bad habit.” You replied, shaking your head. “I can’t believe Sara is probably pushing a baby right now. I… I can never imagine myself doing that. It’s crazy.”

Joe’s mind had gone somewhere else though. His eyes wandered around the room. Different thoughts had started running in his mind. Then, his eyes turned to you again. 

“Hey,” He gently squeezed your hand. “I know this isn’t the right moment to say it, but there was something I was thinking earlier.”

“What is it?”

“I was looking at the newborns earlier, and I kept thinking about how we are born into this world, and how we grow into our own person. Then, life gets complicated. We go through a lot of shit, but there’s always that one light. One thing, one person that tends to keep us going even during our darkest times.” Joe pursed his lips and continued, “The last few years, I kept thinking about that promise I made to you…”

“Joe.” You murmured. 

“I know you don’t believe it but somehow, no matter how much I try to move on. How much I try to tell myself that maybe we weren’t really meant to be, my path always leads back to you.” Joe took your other hand in his. “My heart only beats for you and when I saw you at the wedding, I knew that I couldn't take another risk to let you go like that.”

“Joe, I…”

“I love you.” Joe confessed. “Always have and always will.” 

You stared into his warm brown eyes, and you knew then that he was right. He didn’t know it then, but you also made the same promise. You do love Joe. Not once have you ever stopped thinking about how much you regretted that decision that you made back in Canada. How much you let your insecurity and fears control you instead of getting the facts straightened out first. Now, Joe has confessed to you again. He still loves you, and you couldn’t let yourself risk letting him go again either. You knew how that felt when you saw him in Italy with another girl. 

“Joe, I lo—”

“It’s a healthy baby girl!” Wes announced, coming through the doors with an excited look on his face.

“Ohmygod.” You and Joe said unison as you both got up and let go of each other’s hands. 

“Do you want to meet her?” Wes asked.

“Yes. Absolutely!” You exclaimed in excitement.

The conversation between you and Joe could wait. Today was Sara and Wes’ day. This was one of the important moments in their lives, and you weren’t about to take that away from them. You both followed Wes down the hall and back into Sara’s room. There she was, sitting up on the bed with the baby in her arms. She was still a bit red from just giving birth, and she looked exhausted. 

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Come meet her.” Sara smiled as you walked over to her. 

You gasped softly as soon as you saw the baby girl in her arms. She was so beautiful. She looked exactly like a mix of Sara and Wes. Sara handed you the baby, and you carefully took her from Sara’s arms. 

“She’s so amazing.” You felt tears welled up in your eyes. “What’s her name?”

You gazed up at Sara and Wes.

“Her name is Sofia.” Sara replied. 

“Hi Sofia.” You smiled down at her, rocking her lightly. 

Joe stood behind you as he looked down at Sofia in your arms. Gazing up at him, he gave you a smile. Sofia was such an angel, and you couldn’t even describe how you were feeling just holding her in your arms. You watch as Sofia let out a small noise, making you giggle softly. 

“You want to hold her?” You asked Joe. 

Joe reached for Sofia as you carefully handed her in his arms as he cooed her. The image of Joe holding a baby in his arms gave you all kinds of feelings that you couldn’t explain inside of you. It was something you thought you would never feel inside of you. You watched as Sofia made a cute noise again and her little lips tugged into a small smile.

“Looks like she likes you, mate.” Wes grinned.

“Well, that’s because I’m her favorite Uncle.” Joe teased, rocking her lightly in his arms. 

You rolled your eyes at Joe’s little comment as he handed Sofia back in Sara’s arms. 

“How are you feeling?” You brushed Sara’s hair softly as you watched tears welled up in her eyes.

Hormones.

“What’s the matter?” Joe asked worriedly.

“Nothing, I’m just emotional about all this.” Wes took Sofia from Sara’s arms as you handed her a tissue.

“Sara, no.” You felt tears welled up in your eyes. “See, now that’s gonna make me start crying.”

You all laughed in unison as you grabbed a tissue and wiped your tears also. Sofia was the most precious baby you have ever seen, and you couldn’t believe that she was now here with all of you. You watched the nurse take Sofia from Wes so both the mother and daughter could get some rest. You brushed Sara’s hair softly and leaned down to give her a tight hug.

“I’m so happy for you.” You whispered. 

“Thank you.” Sara buried her face on your shoulder. 

Pulling away, you felt Joe’s hand on the small of your back as Sara exhaled sharply and Wes sat at the edge of her bed, taking her hand in his. 

“I’m just so happy you all are here.” Sara sniffed.

“We wouldn’t be anywhere else.” You smiled.

You watched Wes kiss Sara’s forehead and whispered to her to get some rest since she had such a long day. Softly, you let your fingers lingered with Joe’s that was next to yours. You turned and gazed up to him with a smile as you both intertwined your fingers together. 

You love Joe. Always have and always will. 

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[sawyerslvt]

His Pretty Girl | Johnny Slaughter (TCM)

Summary: You and Johnny spend some alone time together at the slaughterhouse while the whole family is away. You get to have both sweet, fluffy moments but also rough sex :) Word Count: 3,584 Warnings: MDNI, smut, sex, fluffy Johnny, overstimulation, age gap

‘There you go… just like that pretty girl’

His rough and calloused hands travel the sides of your waist as you unbutton your blouse. You're surprised by the soft and gentle touch he’s able to provide, considering the state of his hands. Cuts and scars scattered all around, covering his big hands. 

You don't break his eye contact as you slowly reveal your plump breasts, button for button, making him hitch his breath in anticipation. His eyes are glued to you as you slowly undress yourself. They travel all over. From your eyes, to your breast, your waist, your swollen lips… oh, especially those lips. Johnny can never get enough of your lips. He had spent a long time sucking on them earlier, but he could never get enough. Kissing has never been as good as it is with Johnny. He takes his time, it's not something he does in passing. Kissing has its own full sessions, deep, wet, sloppy and passionate. It never fails to leave you in a pool of your soaking wetness. Your pussy begging to be filled with his thick and experienced fingers.

You make sure to make slow work of your undressing. This part was usually something Johnny would take care of but he’s letting you go at your own pace. The patience the man has managed to build with a woman like you is unbelievable. The way he snaps and barks at any- one or thing, no one would ever believe you if you told them how smitten he is, when the topic is you. Still you see the pain behind his eyes as he clenches his hands around your waist trying to keep his cool. This slow shit you’re pulling has got to be the cruelest form of torture that this slaughterhouse has seen. And that says a lot considering this was the slaughterhouse belonging to the Slaughter family. 

‘you’re killing me darlin, please pretty baby. let me do it’ You smile. An annoyingly, adorable smug expression that tugs at Johnny’s heartstrings. God, you're too much, you're lucky he’s managed to build that patience with you, but lord knows, it's about to crumble down with the way you are looking at him right now. 

‘mmh mmh’ You shake your head as you deny his request. You don't finish unbuttoning all the way, just enough to have your soft upper breast be visible, enough to drive any man wild. You get close to his face, conning him into thinking you're gonna crash your lips into his, but instead you place your small and delicate hands on his hard chest and push him down on the worn down mattress. Your breast recoils as you land on top of him, while his back crashes into the soft surface below you. His hands are quick to find their way to your ass, cupping it as your barely clothed body lay over his bare torso. You let out something between a giggle and a moan. Johnny bucks his hips under you, making you aware of his growing erection under his tight jeans. 

‘you feel that my love? Do you understand what you do to me huh? Let me see…’ He glances at the blouse you're wearing. ‘take this off for me and i’ll take care of the rest little one.’ His voice is that low and deep one you’ve learned means don’t fight me. That's the same tone he uses to carefully make you realize that your games are done for, and it's time to listen to your Johnny. 

‘uh… s-so i was thinking… that… m-maybe I could be in charge this time?’ Johnny smirks and raises an eyebrow at the lack of confidence in the voice of someone wanting to take charge. He lets out a small chuckle and you can't help but look down and blush at him making fun of you. ’How could I possibly resist that sweet face, doll?’ He moves around under you to get more comfortable, his cock trying desperately to pierce through the thick fabric to kiss your pussy with his tip. He places both his hands behind his head and gives you a cocky smirk. ‘Give it your best shot princess.’

You didn't expect him to fold so easily. That's all you had to do? To ask? Not that you had any complaints regarding how he dealt with you before but sometimes it's nice to feel like you're in control. You shuffle around in his crotch, digging your aching pussy deeper into his big bulge. You make sure to drag your hands over his chest as you slowly make your way closer to his face. This time, actually placing your soft lips on his. You moan slightly as you come in contact with his lips, he grunts as a response. The man was a natural, you've never met someone that had the rhythm Johnny possessed. He’s truly one of a kind. You cup his face with both hands as you deepen the kiss. It's already so desperate and you haven't even gotten started yet. 

You break the kiss to unbutton your blouse the rest of the way. This time, not in a slow fashion at all. You're suddenly impatient to feel Johnny's rough hands caress your bare skin. He knows you well enough to already have his hands touch and travel your belly and breasts before you even finish taking the blouse off. Once it's off, his hands find their way to your bra clasp and in one swift motion, it unclips and your breasts jiggle as they get let loose. He lets out a low and desperate grunt at the view presented to him, you sitting on his now pulsing and aching cock, topless, and ready to be fucked dumb. 

You swing your leg over and get off his crotch and sit with your hands laid on your knees. He watches you curiously and honestly… you've never really been in charge before, you're not sure what to do next. Johnny goes from having his hands behind his head, to now leaning on his elbows. He gets that you've already hit a fat wall at the ‘taking charge’ thing you made a fuss about. He gives you a quick nod of the head, pointing at his bulge. A quiet ‘oh’ escapes your lips at the realization. You smile to yourself, a little embarrassed you couldn't figure that much out. 

You fidget with his zipper with your mouth slightly agape, preparing for his size. This is far from your first time doing this but somehow it suddenly feels like it. As soon as you manage to unzip and wiggle his beautifully tight wrangler jeans off his bulge, his cock springs out as if it was suffocating and finally comes up for air. You’ve been with Johnny for a long time now, he took a liking to you immediately and you got promoted from helpless victim- to plaything- to wife in the blink of an eye. You've seen his cock more times that you can count but it will forever shock you like it's the first time. It’s massive, you didn't even know they come in this size. You swear, you see his hard cock pulsing. His veins look like they're about to burst. You quickly bring both your hands to wrap around his girth like you're protecting him from exploding.

‘yes just like that darlin, you're doing so good.’ His voice is so smooth and it makes your hands automatically rub his length to make him praise you more, his pride for you is addictive. Up and down, slowly, up and down as you make sure to hold a fairly tight grip of his sensitive cock. You watch as you see the tight skin of his circumcised penis move with your hands. You stroke a finger over his tip and feel his pre-cum leaking out, wet and sticky for you.

You tap it and pull away to see it create a string of cum between your finger and his sore tip. ‘fuckkk.’ He lets his head fall behind him and as he does, you bring your lips to his swollen peak. He quickly brings his head back once he realizes what you've done. You suck to build pressure and then circle your tongue around his tip. Playing with it, teasing and tasting his cum. You let out a quiet moan before you let your lips sink deeper down his shaft. You hear him gasp as he positions himself to only lean on one elbow to use his other hand to grab the back of your head. His hand is so big, it almost engulfs your whole head as it follows the movement of your head. Up and down, as your mouth slowly fills with more and more saliva to lube it up and make it easier to slide. ‘fuckkk you're being such a good girl for me princess.’

He continues watching you with his head tilted, you look back at him with your glossy doe eyes, having gone a little too far down, making your eyes water. ‘my sweet angel, am I too much for you?’ You shake your head, with his cock still filling your entire mouth. You manage to let out a small ‘nuh uh’ to emphasize how you wouldn't have it any other way… though it just comes out as a moan anyways. ‘good, I wouldn't want to hurt that pretty little mouth of yours.’ 

Your pussy is so wet… too wet to not do something about it. And as you've been put in charge, you decide to do something about it. You slowly and tightly come off Johnny's massive tip, making a quiet pop sound as your lips disconnect. ‘don’t take this the wrong way, sweet thing.’ Johnny quickly gets up and before you know it, he has his hand wrapped around your throat, pinning you down on the mattress. He pushes your throat into it, making your whole body sink into the soft cushion. You're wearing a skirt with cute pink lace panties beneath. His big and toned body casts a dark shadow over you as he slides your panties down your legs.

He licks his fingers and brings them to slide between your folds, assessing how wet you are. You are very much ready for him. ‘you were doing such a good job little one.’ He pushes two fingers into your sore hole. ‘but you were taking too long. Now I might have to get disrespectful’ He slides in and out of you and you arch your back and gasp. ‘stay still for me.’ He increases his speed and forces his fingers harder into you. It was already difficult to stay still a second ago, now, it's impossible. You feel his hand tighten around your throat, a warning for disobeying his command. You use all your power to stay still and you miraculously manage to stay still. ‘thats my good girl. you like that?’ his voice is so deep, you feel yourself drowning in it. ‘y-yes… johnny… m-more.’ He smirks as he looks down at you. ‘you want more? what’s the magic word sweetheart?’ He has a massive grin but his eyes are narrowed, you wonder if his victims get that same expression, you can't help but feel a small wave of jealousy wash over you. ‘p-please Johnny. I want more of you.’

He lets go of your throat and pulls his fingers out of your pussy. He licks them clean as he looks you in the eyes. You’re breathless from just watching him, causing you to bite your lips. His dick is still wet from your saliva as it hangs outside of his jeans. They’re still partially on so he pulls them completely off, leaving him fully naked. It's the perfect time of evening for the sunset to find his scar scattered body through the windows and kiss his soft skin. It's like the gods did that just for you and you send a quick thank you prayer back for providing you this perfect view. He looks so majestic in the warm sunlight. His toned body creating shadows in every crease, making his abs stand out more, his chest and his V-line pointing to his erect cock, reminding you of why you're laying there in the first place. 

He starts stroking his dick, its making wonderful sloppy sounds as his hands use your saliva to rub himself. ‘you’re all mine, aren't you?’ He starts placing himself closer to you. He slides his soft and plump tip through your folds, and over your red and swollen clit. ‘yes johnny, I'm all yours.’ He puts more pressure over your clit with his tip, pushing harder and harder. ‘oh yeah?.’ His eyes are laser focusing on how your pussy lips unfold and open up for him and he pushes himself on your clit. 'I'm all yours.’ You repeat, god, you're so weak and impatient to feel him fill you up already. 

Without any warning he pushes his cock deep inside you. You let out a loud moan, bordering on a scream as you feel how his thick cock presses up on the walls surrounding it. Johnny's dick fits you like a glove, tighter even. You were already so wet but he’s so big that it's still difficult to adjust to his size. He stays still inside you and gets closer to you with his face, placing a gentle kiss on the side of your ribs. ‘are you my princess?’ He slowly makes his way up your body. He places another kiss on top of your breast. ‘my doll?’ Another one on your collar bone. ‘my pretty girl?’ and one last one on your lips. ‘my love?’

He starts moving around inside you. Slowly sliding in and out. It starts off very subtle but the wetter you get, the more drastic his movements get. He lets out the most wonderful groan as he feels how wet you get. ‘fuckkk, you're being such a good girl, you’re taking me so well.’ He’s now pounding into you, deep but careful. His movements getting more and more erratic as you clenching around his cock is too much for him to stay gentle, which he had originally planned. Loving, gentle and passionate sex is something he cherishes a lot, especially and only with you. But the ‘Johnny’ in him loves it rough, disrespectful and intense. He pulls out briefly to place your knees over his shoulders. He gives you a quick peck on the lips as a pre-apology for how he’s gonna destroy your pussy in the coming minutes. 

He pushes his length back in and lets out a loud and animalistic grunt. This time he doesn't bother starting gently. He looks into your eyes and it's the pure hunger of a hunter. He’s the wolf and you're the helpless little bunny being in the wrong place at the wrong time, except you’re far from in the ‘wrong place’. You couldn't dream of being in a more right place. He’s drilling into you, hard and deep. It's so intense, you feel how his balls slap your ass with every deep thrust and the tip of his cock piercing your womb with every push. You feel so full of him, your heart, body, mind and soul is so full of him. You can hardly call them yours. You mean it when you say that you belong to Johnny. You really do, and you forever will. 

You moan and gasp with every thrust. The deeper pounds deserving of loud screams. Johnny does the same. His deep voice producing the sexiest noises a man could possibly make. His groans and grunts sound even better, knowing that they’re for your ears only. And that you're the one causing them. You're lucky the whole family is away and that the slaughterhouse is located in the middle of nowhere. You're convinced your screams could be heard from miles away.

‘i know baby, i know.’ But he makes no attempt at slowing down. ‘fucckk darlin. the things you do to me.’ He gets close to your face and gives you a sloppy kiss. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth and you can hardly kiss him back. Only being able to give him whines.

‘j-johnny… i-m gonna c-cum pl-please.’ You feel how you’ve been fucked all the way dumb, you can barely speak and your ability to think was gone long ago. ‘hold it for me pretty girl, just a little longer.’ He speaks with such sweetness, you wouldn't think he was inside of you, rearranging your guts, almost killing you with the force of every thrust he pushes into you. 

It's impossible to ask that of you, to ‘hold it a little while longer’. You cum on his cock but you try hiding it behind your expression and suppress your moans as much as you can.

‘did you cum?’ Johnny immediately knows and you wonder if he's a wizard. ‘...no.’ You lie, decently convincing if you say so yourself. ‘silly girl, I feel how you’re pulsating and clenching around my cock right now.’ He stays still inside you but is looking deep in your eyes waiting for a response. ‘i-i’m sorry johnny. I couldn't do it.’ You look up at him with the biggest and sweetest puppy eyes you can possibly give. They usually work… usually. By the look he’s giving you right now, you know this isn't one of those usual times. 

‘of course you could do it, if you needed help, you should've told me. what have I said about us using our words?’ His voice is so deep and masculine, it makes your whole body shiver to be on the receiving end of his scolding. ‘i-i know johnny, im s-sorry.’ Your voice is weak, partially because of how he’s scolding you, and partially cause he’s fully fucked your brains out so that your whole body is just jelly. ‘that's not enough sweet thing. I'm gonna have to teach you a thing or two.’ 

He shoves his dick back into your pussy and the overstimulation feels like it could actually kill you. You just came and everything is sore and sensitive. From your walls, to your clit, your entire hole. Your poor tight and abused little pussy. It's too much. ‘j-johnny!!!’ You scream as loud as you can with the limited amount of oxygen in your lungs. ‘shhh my love, it’s almost over. Remember this feeling next time you try being slick.’ He somehow increases his speed and force, you thought he was already at his peak but the man is a tank, there is always more to come. ‘fucckkk princess, you want me to cum in this tight little pussy? hmm?’ He’s breathless from fucking you so hard. ‘do you sweetheart?’ You can tell he’s only seconds away, and fuck, you can’t wait. ‘y-yes johnny. please cum inside me.’ Right as you finish your sentence, you feel his hot cum fill you up. It shoots far and deep inside of you. His pretty and white cum mixing with yours and spilling out of your abused cunt.

You shake and flinch as he pulls out. Johnny takes notice of your sudden movements and brings his right hand to cup your face, making a U shape with his hand. ‘my sweet angel… did mean ol’ johnny go to far?’ He has a sweet but mocking tone in his voice. You slowly nod your head… he didn't go too far, he could never. He’s insanely good at reading you but you would be a liar if you said it wasn't intense and overstimulating. ‘come here sweetheart. Show me where it hurts and I'll make it go away.’ He grabs your hand and singles out your index finger to hold it in front of you. You bring your hand to your pussy to point at it. He chuckles and you see his dick jerk a little. ‘alright pretty girl.’ 

He spreads your legs and places his face between them. You gasp and you fear what he’s about to do next. He's actually gonna be the death of you. Tonight, right now, right here. You flinch when you feel cool air being blown on your wet cunt. He’s blowing at the entire area around your abused pussy and as much as it feels different, there is actually a very relieving feeling. Your Johnny always knows how to make everything better. He spreads your lips and continues blowing. It feels way cooler and more intense this way. This time, you also feel it on your clit, everything cooling down and a big wave of relief hits you. Before he comes back up, he gives your pussy a little kiss as a sorry for what he put her through. If she could talk, all she would say is thank you, for everything, all of it. 

He comes back up and gives you a kiss on the forehead. 'Better?' He asks curiously. 'Better.' You answer confidently. He lays down next to you and pulls you in for a hug. He holds you in his big embrace. His arms, big and strong, not a thing in the world could hurt you when Johnny is around. You love him so much it hurts. He gives you more kisses, covering your forehead as he holds you, letting his hands travel all over your body. You feel whole… safe and loved as you drift into a deep sleep in Johnny’s arms. 

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credit for dividers: @anitalenia @v6que <3

[strawberryblackcrown]

okay so i finally started bookclub and i swear to fucking god this is like the first chapter of trigun and vash is already driving me insane

bitch where's that panel of ww breaking the 4th wall to tell us that the stunt vash pulled was fucking dumb??? WHAT IS YOUR FINGER DOING PLUGGING THE BARREL OF THE GUN LIKE THAT

[aq2003]

(@variousqueerthings he's so melodramatic and sad. it's soooooo </33)

[transcript:

"i said. i was fine. fine about you leaving. aand.. i'm not. so many of you have come and gone, i never get used to it, think i would've done by now but-but-but. No... just when i think it's all going well, we'll be together forever, you're wandering off to go save another universe or get married—how do you lot fall in love so quickly?"

"well, funny you should say that—"

"i just don't get it. but ehhh, short lives, i suppose. still, so long as you're happy, and you're with the right man, and—he is the right man? Eeehhh—yEs he is yes he is 'course he is, of COUrSe he is, and i mean, i mean, well, no man is gonna be good enough for my donna but YES yes [inhales] off you go! every time, one of you leaves. i'm not ready! i never am, you lot. uuUUhgh. [deep breath]. every one of you, a heartbreaker—"

"that's why you've got two of them, stupid. listen—"

"yeah, i suppose, but it doesn't... make it any easier, you all leave... even the robot dog left me. twice!"

"alright, doctor, i am trying to—"

"and another thing! the universe just never gives me a break! a chance to lick my wounds, a spa day, maybe? but aw, no, Giant Cloud Of Alien Death. well, fine. i'll sort that out. [inhales] one more thing. so many more things. never NEVER never ends."

/end transcript]

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i've gotten several asks as to how i'm doing after the update, and uh.

well refer to This Image for your answer-

[varilien]

it doesn’t matter how heavy your cross to bear is; you can still smile!