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Snowed In - Javier's version

One for the upcoming winter maybe? Snowed in, forced to stay at a hotel, a one night stand with Javier Peña? Why not?

Warnings: unbridled smut, def 18+, OFC, (no reader this time), one night stand but we stay safe people.

Snowed in

The hotel was fancier than he would ordinarily stay at, preferring more anonymous motels. But the weather outside was worsening by the minute, the heavy blizzard forcing everyone to stay put, including Javier Peña, even though he needed to fly back to Colombia tomorrow. He'd parked his car in the hotel lot and managed to get one of the last rooms, or so the clerk claimed, clearly overcharging him.

After leaving his bag in the room (at least he got a nice king size bed and a massive shower for his money), Javier headed up to the hotel’s restaurant on the top floor for some food. The place was full of stranded travelers and he just about managed to get a seat at the corner of the bar, up against one of the large windows overlooking some desperate American town. He ordered a whiskey and a burger, the bartender arriving after a couple of minutes with his drink.

“Sorry, sir, your burger is going to be a while, the kitchen is swamped tonight,” he apologized and hurried off down the bar to another waiving patron.

Javier sighed and settled back against the window with his whiskey. He let his eyes wander across the restaurant, solo travelers, some families and a loud bachelorette party in one corner. But across the bar a woman caught his eye. She was looking directly at him as he glanced in her direction, and when their eyes met she smiled at him. Javier raised his glass in a small salute and she mimicked his movement.

It was hard to tell her age in the dimmed lights of the bar but he guessed that she was in her 30’s, maybe 40’s if she looked good for her age. Her dark hair was up but for a few strands hanging loose around her face. When she looked at him over the edge of her glass, one corner of her mouth curled up in a cheeky smile that made his interest peak. He considered going over to her, but the man standing next to her leaned in and said something to her and she answered, looking away from Javier.

“Not tonight then,” he mumbled to himself and went back to his whiskey. But he continued to glance over at her, she was the only interesting thing in this bar, and he was amused to see that the other guy didn’t seem to be able to keep her interested. She was looking over at him as often as he was looking at her. He chuckled at the poor guy next to her desperately trying to keep her attention.

The elderly man, who’d been sitting on the bar stool next to Javier’s, vacated his seat and ambled off towards the exit. Javier looked up at the woman across the bar, watching her say something to the man next to her, making his face fall, and then she turned away from him. With satisfaction, Javier watched as she made her way across the bar towards him. The wraparound dress she was wearing hugged her curves tightly, and he tried his hardest to not stare at her cleavage as every step made her breasts move against the fabric.

To his surprise she grabbed his hand when she reached him, and pulled him off his seat, making him almost stumble into her. She caught him with a hand on his chest and smiled up at him. He was suddenly aware of how close she was, and she wasn’t stepping away. Her soft body was warm against his shirt and her smile infectious.

“You’ve been eyeing me all evening, honey,” she said in a low voice, “and I want you to do something about it.”

“What about the other guy then? Not interesting enough?” he said with a smirk, keeping his voice as low as hers.

She let her hand on his chest slide in between two buttons, her fingertips caressing him lightly, Javier felt his skin tingle under her soft fingers. She was forward and he liked it.

“No, he wasn’t doing it for me at all. In fact, just your looks were far more of a turn on than whatever game he was trying.”

“Really now,” Javier chuckled, “I’m flattered.”

“What’s your name, honey?” she asked.

“Javi to most people,” he replied, “and what’s yours, cariño?”

She ignored his question and continued to caress his skin through the opening of his shirt.

“Most men think I’m too pushy, but I have a feeling you’re just fine with that, Javi,” she smiled up at him.

“I’m not the one to protest if a beautiful woman wants to flirt with me,” he chuckled. He let his arms wrap around her waist, letting them slide down, cupping her curves with his hands and feeling his way around her soft hips.

He was still looking down at her, as her lips curled up in a mischievous smile, in the dim light of the bar he could make out a smattering of freckles across her nose and very soft looking lips. They were slightly parted and he caught himself staring at them as she smiled. Her hand left his chest and she trailed her fingers up his neck, caressing the back of it and brushing against his hair. Her fingers curled around him and she pulled his head down, he felt her warm breath in his ear.

“Let me take you back to my room,” she whispered and he felt his trousers tighten.

“You’re my kind of woman, cariño’,” he murmured back, and he heard her give a low laugh.

“I know,” she said, tickling his ear with her breath, pressing her lips against his neck briefly and pulling away.

She took his hand and led him to the elevator, Javier trailing behind her, burger forgotten.

The restaurant was still full and people were leaving. The two of them squeezed into the elevator and wound up in a corner. Javier found himself pushed up against her, her back against the wall, and as the elevator doors closed he felt her hand slip down his front. He looked down at her and raised an eyebrow in question and she gave him a sweet smile. Her hand had found his erection and was cupping it, her nails tracing the outline. He clenched his jaw as she started stroking his cock through the fabric of the dress pants, making his breath catch in his throat.

The elevator ride took only a minute but to Javier it seemed never ending, her hand never leaving his cock. When the doors finally opened on her floor, his pants were very uncomfortable and he knew his hard on was visible to anyone who glanced at his crotch. She took his hand again and pushed her way out of the elevator, and turned down the hallway, guiding him to her hotel room.

As she got the door open, she pulled him inside, closing it behind them and Javier took in the room. The light was dim, the room illuminated only by a lamp in the corner but he could see her smile as she put her arms around his neck and pushed him up against the door behind him.

Her fingers found their way into his hair again as she pulled him down towards her, letting her mouth open on his. He tasted her tongue as he grabbed her waist and tugged her close, his hard erection against her soft stomach. His body responded fast to the way her warm form felt pressed up against his and could feel her fingers winding their way into his hair. A needy moan escaped her throat as he let his hands slide up and cup her breasts, squeezing them, not too gently, through the fabric of her dress.

She smiled against his mouth and pulled away, taking his hand, pulling him with her. “You’ve probably guessed that I like being in charge, Javi,” she said, pushing him down onto the bed, “I hope you don’t mind?”

Javier dropped back onto his elbows and stretched out on the bed, looking up at her with a satisfied grin.

”You’ll get no complaints out of me, hermosa,” he said, his tone low and dark.

“Javi, that voice….” she breathed, “very, very sexy.” “You like it?” he smirked, “Just think how much you’ll like it when I’m whispering in your ear how you’re making me feel, what I’m gonna do to you.” He gave her a mischievous grin and put out his hand to pull her down on the bed with him but she stepped back and shook her head.

“Not yet,” she said, giving him a smile.

Javier watched as she stepped out of her heels and slowly untied the belt holding her dress together, letting it slip over her shoulders, down onto the floor. One of her hands trailed over her breast and stomach and came to rest over her black panties. Javier felt his cock twitch at the sight, her hand moving lightly over the fabric as she slipped her fingers between her thighs.

“Take off your clothes, Javi,” she smiled at him, “your pants look very uncomfortable.”

He sat up on the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes, and slid himself to the edge of the bed, sitting in front of her. She was still caressing herself through the fabric of her panties and his eyes kept flitting between her half open mouth and the way the fabric of her panties was visibly wet under her fingers. With his eyes on her, he undid his pants and pulled them off, getting the socks along the way too. His cock strained against his boxers and she let her eyes take him in, stopping at the sight of his large erection. He saw her inhale slightly as her eyes widened and it made him chuckle, the corner of his mouth pulling up in a smile. Leaning back on his elbows, he hooked his thumbs into his boxer, pushing them down, enjoying the way her eyes followed his every movement. The elastic grazed across his cock as he pulled them down, making him give a low groan, but he kept his eyes on her. As his hard on sprang free from the fabric, she licked her lips, her mouth quirking up in a small smile. He kicked the boxers down his legs and let them drop on the floor.

“Now it’s your turn, querida, take off the rest.”

He sat back up and put his hand on his cock, stroking it slowly, making himself bigger for her. She smiled at him, watching him move his large hand up and down the length of his growing erection, her eyes taking him in. She moved closer, standing right in front of him.

“No,” she said, “you take them off, Javi.”

“I’m really enjoying you giving me orders,” he grinned and gave his cock a final stroke before he reached up so that he could cup her breast. Letting his hands slide across her nipples he could feel their stiff tips against his palms through the fabric. Still caressing her, he reached behind her and unhooked the bra, pulling it off. Her breasts swayed as they fell out of the cups and he grabbed them again, feeling their weight in his large hands, his thumbs grazing across her nipples, making her moan slightly under his touch.

“If you like receiving orders, why aren’t you following them?” she asked and pushed herself closer to him, “Take them off, Javi.”

Javier chuckled, “Yes, ma’am.”

He hooked his thumbs into her panties and slowly edged them down over her hips, looking up at her. She watched him work them down her thighs until they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. Javi’s face was almost level with her pussy and he could feel the heat radiating from her. He still had his hands on her legs and he let them glide up her thighs again until they were resting on her hips, all he had to do was move forward slightly, and he’d be able to open her up and taste her. He tilted his head up and looked at her, waiting for her to tell him what to do, although he was aching to work his tongue into her.

She slid her hand down her soft belly, and as he watched, she let two fingers glide in between her legs, her eyes on him. She gently caressed herself, letting her fingers move in and out of her folds, he could see them coated with her wetness and he could feel her scent. She moaned softly as she touched her clit and he felt his cock twitch. Watching her was making him painfully hard.

“Bebita…” he growled, his eyes dark with lust.

She pulled her hand away and held out her fingers to him.

“Taste me,” she whispered and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand to his mouth as he slowly dragged his tongue over her fingers. When she moaned at the sensation he pulled them into his mouth, letting his tongue lick her fingers as if he was licking her clit, caressing her fingertips. As he sucked her clean, she moaned, louder this time, and he knew she was imagining his mouth on her pussy. She pulled her fingers from his mouth and put her hand on his head.

“Taste me properly now, Javi”

He looked up at her with a wicked grin and moved himself closer. He stuck out his tongue and gently, still looking up at her, pushed it into her slit, finding her clit swollen and heated, humming as her taste coated his tongue. She tasted sweet, a little bit salty, and he could feel her pussy contract as he stroked her swollen bundle of nerve endings with the tip of his tongue. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she gasped as he flicked his tongue. Determined to make her come on his face he pushed himself deeper in, holding her hips steady to keep her firm against his mouth, her moans spurring him on.

Sliding his tongue down to her opening, he pushed inside, seeing how far he could reach and licked her slick walls. Her response was immediate, as he glanced up he saw her drop her head back and expose her neck, groaning deeply, mumbling his name. Grinning into her, he let his tongue push deeper, caressing her sweet pussy and making her breath hitch as licked through her folds, the tip of his nose rubbing her clit, coating him in her slick.

Every one of his movements made her moan into the dim hotel room, her fingers weaving through his hair. Pulling out, he worked his way towards her clit again, nibbling at her sensitive folds, covering her in kisses and feeling his chin get covered with her silky slick. His lips found her clit again and he wrapped his mouth around it, gently sucking it in and applying increasing pressure. Her breathing grew shallow and she gasped, her grip tightening on his hair.

“Fuck, Javi…” she moaned, “don’t stop, I’m gonna…”

Forcing her legs to open with his knees, he moved closer, so that he was sitting between her thighs. Grabbing her left thigh with one hand, he caressed the edges of her pussy with the other, while his mouth made her moan and push up against him. Her eyes were closed, and when he let two of his fingers slide inside her, he saw her mouth fall open and she cried out. His cock was throbbing, he was desperate to fuck her, pull her down on top of him and feel her pussy contract around him, fuck her hard, feel her legs around his waist as he drove deep inside, filling her up. The image in his head made him squeeze his eyes shut, willing his aching cock to calm down, focusing on making her come first.

He curled his fingers inside her and pushed deeper, pulled out and pushed in again, stroking her nerves. Every time he pulled out, her pussy gripped his fingers like a vice, she was tight even just on his fingers and when he thought about how tight she would be around his cock, he lost his rhythm.

“Javi,” she moaned, “make me come, give me more, your mouth, fuck…baby, your mouth…so good...”

Her hand in his hair pushed him against her sex but he needed no encouragement. He sucked her swollen clit deeper into his mouth and flicked his tongue, every touch making her cry out while he thrust his fingers deep into her pussy, curling up against her most sensitive spot just inside every time he pulled out. He felt her legs start to shake, she convulsed around his fingers and her juices soaked his hand and face as she gasped, crying out.

“Javi, p-please, please!” she all but shouted, her muscles tightening, panting loudly over him.

He wrapped his free arm around her hips and pulled her closer, keeping her on her legs as she collapsed down over his head, the last of her climax pulsating through her body. He pulled his fingers from her slowly and relaxed his mouth on her clit, as he gently helped her down from her high. She was breathing hard, he felt her hot breath in his hair, and she let out a low whimper.

On wobbly legs she backed away from him, straightened up and looked down on him with a hazy smile. She stroked his wet chin, bending down to kiss him, he knew she could taste herself on him and he pushed his hand into her loose hair, cupping her head with his hand and keeping her against his mouth. He let his tongue push into her mouth, playing with hers, and making sure she could taste all her sweet wetness.

He felt her hand move down and close around his cock and he groaned against her mouth. She pulled away from him a little and smiled.

“Maybe it’s time for you to give me orders, Javi,” she said. “I want to hear more of that voice.”

“I need you to let me fuck you,” Javier growled and stood up. Grabbing her waist he pulled her around so that she had her back against the bed.

“Get on the bed, cariño, let me see that wet pussy open for me.”

She smiled and crawled up onto the bed, turning so that he saw her round ass as she moved towards the head of it. The lips of her pussy were swollen and glistening between her ass cheeks, and he clenched his jaw hard at the sight of it. She rolled over onto her back, pushing herself up on her elbows, and with a wicked smile, she opened her legs to him, inviting him in.

It took him only a heartbeat to get to her, his hard cock hanging heavy between his strong thighs, pushing her legs further apart and positioning himself between them. He grabbed his cock and with gritted teeth, he teased her slick opening, watching her squirm. “I want to fuck you hard, bebita, that sweet, wet pussy,” he groaned, his cock throbbing. “Do you think you can handle me?”

She moaned and reached down between them, grabbing his cock, her soft hand closing firmly around his length.

“Javi,” she breathed, “put a condom on, tell me again what you’re going to do with me, and then you can fuck me as hard as you want.”

Javi growled deep in his throat and moved down over her, his mouth next to her ear.

“As you wish, cariño,” he said, his voice low and dark as he nipped at her ear, “I’m gonna grab your hips, spread you wide open for me, let me see that sweet pussy, dripping wet, and then I’ll ram my hard cock deep inside you, feel your tight, soft pussy stretch out around me, gripping me so tight.”

He groaned, closing his hand around the base of his cock and squeezing tight, willing himself to have more control.

“Hermosa, I’m gonna fill you up, make you take every inch of me. And then I’m gonna pull out, leave you empty and aching for me, before I fill you up again,” he moved his mouth down, finding the soft skin under her ear, trailing hot kisses over her jaw, “I’m gonna make you scream my name before I’m done with you, bebita.”

She moaned at his words, squirming under him, “Do it, Javi,” she begged.

He moved back from her, a grin on his lips, and reached over for his pants, fishing out a condom. Quickly he pulled it on, his eyes never leaving hers as he stroked himself, his cock red and weeping precome down the hard length. Settling between her legs again, he grabbed her hips as he’d promised, lining up his cock at her wet opening. He let the tip caress her folds, her whimpers making his cock twitch in his hand until he couldn’t wait any longer. With a groan he pushed inside, driving hard into her, feeling himself bottoming out in one smooth stroke. She gasped loudly and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in. He could feel her contract around him, the walls squeezing him in.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, moving forward over her again, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he pulled out, and slammed in again, into the tight heat of her cunt. A loud groan escaped him, matching hers. He could hear her deep breaths and low moans as she pulled him down, finding his mouth with hers, sucking in his tongue and biting his bottom lip.

He set a punishing pace, thrusting deep inside her with each stroke, his climax approaching fast, he’d been holding it for too long.

“Fuck me, bebita, you’re all wet and tight for me,” he gasped, “I’m not gonna last long.”

“Touch me, Javi” she moaned and he obliged, moving his hand down between them he found her sensitive clit. She cried out into his mouth and her nails dug into his back.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasped, her tight pussy contracting around his cock, buried deep inside her. It pushed him over the edge, he pulled out, feeling as if his cock was in a hot, wet vice and rammed into her again as his cum shot out, making him groan loudly into her mouth. She convulsed around him as he thrust himself into her again and again, milking himself dry inside her tight pussy. Eventually he slowed down, feeling her climax ebb out as she relaxed around him. Holding himself up on one elbow he collapsed over her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

“Fuck me,” he gasped, breathing hard.

She laughed, still panting, “Give me thirty minutes and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Cariño, I’m gonna need dinner, strong coffee and an hour before I’m ready to take on that tight little pussy of yours again,” he chuckled, and pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down on her sweet flushed face, tracing his fingers along her lips.

“We’re snowed in until morning, Javi,” she smiled up at him, “And you’re not going anywhere.”

#javier peña #javier peña smut #pedro pascal character fanfiction #smut #javier peña fanfiction

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bittersweet-n-smilin · 6 months

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NUMBER 15 BURGER KING-- [#15 for the prompts !!!] - Katya <3

“I’ll find you.”

"C'mon. This shit better work."

As he laid Jill back down on the cot, Carlos finally took a breath. He did it. He got the vaccine. She was gonna be OK. He shuddered to think about what would have happened if Caterina hadn't led him to the clock tower. Even with a bullet wound in her side, she still cared enough about Jill to try and save her for a second time. Their little trio had become pretty close knit, considering they hadn't known each other for long and the girls absolutely did not like nor trust him at first. The injuries of his allies had him on edge for a minute, but things were finally looking up. Now that Jill had been taken care of, he wanted to check on Caterina.

She wasn't in the room. He thought he'd find her sleeping in a corner or under a desk, like how she napped under the seats in the subway car prior, but there was no trace of her. No trace except a note left on the counter by the door. It put him at ease and set his senses on fire at the same time. She wasn't suddenly missing, but she still left in the middle of a damn zombie apocalypse.

Jill, Carlos,

I'm sorry for leaving you both. I'm sorry for abandoning you. You both helped me so much, and this is how I repay you. I left to find my brother. I know he's here to find me. I can't leave him alone. I can't let him do this. I don’t have anyone else, so I want to stick by him until the end. I hope you both make it, and that Leon and I make it too. I've left my email in case you ever want to speak to me again, assuming we all survive. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. I'm sorry, but I need to do this.

-Rina

How long had she been gone? Could he catch up and find her? No, he couldn't leave Jill all alone in this state. He cursed himself. He wanted to protect her, to keep her by his side. All the other civilians had died. She was the only one left. The other two were dead set on getting her out of this alive, saving at least one person, but she slipped through the cracks. His stupid, boyish crush on her didn't help either. It just hurt him more. He should have known catching feelings on a rescue mission wouldn't end well, and he felt so damn stupid. He felt so afraid.

He pulled a chair up, facing the door, and hoped and wished and prayed. She was going to be OK. She was going to find her brother and they were going to get the hell out of the city. He and Jill were gonna get in contact with their new friend and everything would be OK in the end.

"We're gonna get out of here, and when we do," he whispered his promise to the air. "I'll find you."

He didn't know exactly when he fell asleep, but he was startled awake by Tyrell bursting through the door.

#delicious. finally. some good fucking writing.#also oops sorry ur getting pre-relationship one-sided-pining angst and cat is m.i.a. :3c #ship-wartorn-solace #bittersweet writing

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eternalgoddessofart · 3 months

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Chapter 2: Love at First Sight

Today....was a long day. Around maybe 11 or 12 at night all she could hear was her brother yelling and running around. The next thing she could hear was the front door slamming and Sam's car starting and leaving. She guess he wanted to do a night drive but wasn't so sneaky with it and she just went back to sleep.

As she fell into a deep sleep her eyes shot open as she looked around she was in a room of just...well white. Everywhere she looked it was nothing but white. "Hello? Is anyone there?" She asked only to be met by her voice softly echoing in the room. "Ms. Witwicky?" A voice called from behind her. She froze as a shiver ran down her spine from the deep and calming voice. She turned only to see nothing. "W-who's there? Who are you?" she asked. "Do not be alarmed Ms. Witwicky I come in peace and I will be there soon to protect you and your home." The voice said as she just felt worried as she looked around. "Protect me? From what and who are you? Tell me!" She yelled as everything soon fell back before the voice could answer.

"Sweetie hey I'm gonna leave money for you to go out with your friend." Her dad said softly shaking her gently. she groan as she look up at him. she looked at her clock to see it was 8 in the morning. "Dad, why are you up so early?" she mumbled still slightly tired. "Your idiot brother is at the police station." He said sounding disappointed. she shot up concern running through her. "Is he okay? Do you need me to go with you?" She asked about to get out of bed before he stopped her. "No, no sweetheart it's okay you get some sleep. If I don't get to see you before you leave I love you and have fun and be safe." Her dad said kissing her forehead as she smiled. "Well I might as well get ready I told Mikaela to pick me up around 9:30," She said getting up. "Okay sweetie have fun and make sure to stay out of trouble I can only deal with one kid causing me heart issues." She laughed softly. "Don't worry Dad I'll stay out of trouble," She said as he walked out as she got into the shower. As she was under the water her mind wandered to the voice. Who was it...and what was it protecting me and the earth from?

She brushed it off as she got out of the shower and after drying herself off got dressed. She put a pinkish brown over-the-shoulder crop top and some denim shorts she placed the shorts over her tummy as she touched. She started to work out a bit but her stomach was still there but going away slowly. "Once I am smaller...maybe better boys will look my way..." She said softly as she heard someone's horn. She looks to see Mikaela as she smiles she quickly does her hair and put on a nude color for lipstick and her jewelry. "I'm coming Miky." She yelled out her window as She puts her boots on and grabbed her money as she ran out. She saw her mom in the kitchen. "Hi mom I'll see you later. Love you." She said kissing her cheek as she smiled. "Have fun sweetheart be home by 11 pm." She said as she ran out.

(outfit of the day)

"Hey Kora you look pretty." She said as Kora finished doing her hair. "Thank you now let's get going," She said getting behind her as we drove off. The few hours we spent was great and definitely cleared her mind about that dream she had. But not fully the voice played in her head over and over and just couldn't leave her thought for a moment.

"Hey, you okay?" Mikaela asked her as Kora looked back at her as she zoned out while drinking her milkshake. We stopped at Burger King for dinner. "Oh sorry just thinking of this weird dream I had. But, I'm okay do what were you asking me?" Kora said looking at her not wanting to talk about the dream. "Oh well um is Sam seeing anyone?" She asked not meeting her gaze as Kora smiled. "No, he isn't. There's a reason you're asking?" Kora teased as she could see Mikaela's cheek become slightly flushed.

Before she could tell Kora, they heard a loud thud and someone groaned near them. They turned to see Sam on the ground Kora gasped getting up to help him and so did Mikaela. "Sam that was...awesome," Mikaela said trying to sound sincere. "It felt awesome." He groaned sitting up. "Are you okay Sammy?" Kora asked as he quickly came up he looked so scared but from what? "No, I'm not I gotta go my car is chasing me!" He said grabbing their mom's bike as he rode off. Kora look to see the car he bought following him. She looked at Mikaela as she looked at Kora. As they both ran to her scooter to try to catch up with them. "There they went under the bridge." Kora pointed out as they quickly went under as they looked around. "I wonder where he-ugh!" She groaned as Kora and Mikaela were knocked off the scooter hitting the ground.

She looked back at Sam, annoyance in Kora's eyes. "What is your problem, Sam?" Mikaela asked annoyed as Kora looked at a giant robotic creature running towards them. She quickly grabs their arms to pull them all up. "W-we need to run Not!" Kora yell as they look back for a moment as they all start to run. She look back only to see the creature get sideswiped by Sam's car as it drove in front of us opening its door. "It wants us to get in," Sam said pushing the girls into the car. "Get in the car!" He yelled as they all got in. Before they could put their seatbelts on they began to drive around crazy to get away from the other creature who was not a police car.

"We're gonna die!" Mikaela screamed gripping the seat. "We're not gonna die, This car is a kick-ass driver," Sam said as the two yelled at one another Kora watched as they were getting close to a glass wall. "S-sam!" She yelled as they both looked. "We're gonna die!" Sam yelled as they drove through it. After an hour or so of driving they pulled around a warehouse in the shadow to hide from the creature. The doors were locked and the lights came off. "We're locked in," Sam said as Kora rolled my eyes. "No shit." "Well at least we got away from the monster," Sam said as they watched the police car drive by she sighed. But then they heard the sounds of brakes and then saw red lights. "You and your big mouth..." Kora hissed out softly as Sam's car tried to start up but couldn't for a moment. One more time and it started as it drove past the police car almost hitting it. Once a few feet away the car did a full 360 opening its door as they all fell out of the car.

Once they were out Sam's car turned into the same creature as the other one and the two began to fight. As they fought the other one that had red glowing eyes launched a smaller robot near them. The three got up and they started to run. As they ran Kora and Mikaela looked back as they heard Sam scream. He was tackled to the ground by the robot. "It's got me!" He yelled in fear as Kora ran towards them pouncing on the creature as we rolled for a moment. She screamed as she tried to keep the creature off her as it left small scratches on her. Soon all she felt was the creature was pushed off her as Mikaela came out of nowhere with a chainsaw and started chopping it up.

While she did that Sam cheered for a moment. "Get him, get him!" He said while helping her up. "You okay?" He asked looking over ora. "Yeah, just a few scratches is all," She said as they looked back at Mikaela's finished job. "Not so tough without a head huh?" He said kicking the head away. As they caught their breath it was quiet to quiet. "It sounds like they stopped fighting," Kora said softly as she went up Sam and Mikaela following behind her.

As they got to the top Sam's car, well what is his car stood looking at us. "It's a robot, like a super advanced robot. Probably Japanese. Yead probably Japanese." Sam said to the girls as Kora rolled her eyes walking closer. "Woah Kora be careful," Sam said softly trying to reach for her. "I'll be fine Sam he doesn't want to hurt us." She said softly as soon the two followed close behind Kora. The metal creature looked down at them.

"I think they wanted something the murdering one wanted our grandfather's glasses," Sam said as she looked at him and then at Sam's car. "Do you talk?" Sam asked as his car started to turn on his radio. "XM Satellite Radio...Digital broadcasting brings you..." He answered as Kora looked at him. "Oh, you speak through the radio," She said as Sam's car clapped his hands pointing at her. "Thank you...you're beautiful...you're wonderful." Kora giggled softly. "So, what was that last night?" Sam asked him."Visitor from heaven and earth Hallelujah." Sam Car said pointing to the sky. "Visitor from heaven...So what are you an alien?" Mikaela asked. All Sam's car did was point at her shaking his head before he changed back. "Anymore...questions you wanna ask?" He said as he opened his car door for them. Kora smiled as she was the first to get in deciding to sit in the front seat. She watched as the two debated outside well more of Sam convincing Mikaela to get in. Ultimately, the two got in and they drove off to god knows where. They watched as he drove as Mikaela sat between he siblings.

It was quiet until Mikaela spoke up. "This car is a pretty good driver," Mikaela said as Kora nodded with her. "Yea...why don't you sit on my lap?" Sam asked as Kora and Mikaela looked at him confused. "Why?" "Because you don't have a seatbelt and you don't wanna sit in Kora's lap do you?" Sam said and well he was convincing enough that she did end up crawling onto his lap as Kora just giggled. She gave Sam a smug look as his cheeks were slightly red as he smiled. "You know that um seatbelt thing was a smooth move," Mikaela said as he chucked saying thanks. "You know what I don't understand," Mikaela asked as I looked at her. "What." Me and Sam asked in unison. "Why if he is supposed to be this super-advanced robot why he turns into this piece of crap Camaro?" Mikaela asked as Kora gasped. "Mikaela that was so mean. I still think he looks incredible" Kora said rubbing his steering wheel.

The car then screeches to a halt and opens the door for Mikaela and Sam. Kora tried to get out but the car locked the door as she got scared. "S-Sam!" She screamed as we then drove off. "It's...alright We...aren't...leaving them." The car spoke as It was glad she had her seatbelt on the car flipped only to be on two wheels she yelped holding onto the seat as it seemed to scan a 2014 Chevrolet Camaro and transform into that. Kora gasped and smiled as she looked at the new interior. "Wow, you look so badass!" Kora squealed as the noise made happy noises. Sam's car then went back to get her brother and Mikaela. "You're glad you came back with my sister but you look good," Sam said as Kora got into the spacious backseat. After maybe 10 or 20 minutes they drove to a field and they all got out looking to the night sky. They watched four large what looked like comets began to land one was a few feet away as Sam and Mikaela went to see what it was.

While Kora stayed next to the car. "Are those your friends?" She asked as she looked inside. "Yeah..they are...my friends." He opened the door as Kora got back and we went to get the other two. Soon they made it to an alley all three of them came out as they weren't alone for too long. Soon they heard the sound of wheels against pavement and the roaring of engines. Kora watched in awe as a large Peter-built semi-truck, blue with red flames, began to shift. All that was heard was metal scrapping against one another till they were met with a giant robot like we saw with Sam's car. 'He is huge...but his eyes are so...soft and gentle' Kora thought enchanted by him in a way. It felt like everything disappeared as it was just her and him as he felt so...familiar.

The others that was with him, an ambulance, A GMC Top Kick Black truck, and a slick silver car transformed as the blue and red robot that had caught her eye as he leaned down to look at Kora and Sam, Mikaela staying close to them. "Are you Samuel James Witwicky and Kora Maria Witwicky, descendants of Archibald Witwicky?" He asked as her eyes widened. 'That voice...the one from my dreams.' Kora thought as Sam gently placed her behind him slightly as he nodded his head. She looked back at the robot as he was staring at her as if...he thought the same as her. "They know your names" Mikaela said.

"Yeah.." Sam said as the robot began to speak. "My name is Optimus Prime. We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron." "Or you can call us Autobots for short." The green rescue robot said as he crossed his arms. "Autobots." Sam and Kora said as she smiled at the name it seemed fitting for them. One moved forward behind them as they turned to look at the smallest of the five. "What's crackin' little bitches" The silver one said doing a back flip as Kora giggle nodding her head towards him. "My first lieutenant, Designation Jazz." Optimus introduced. "This looks like a cool place to kick it." He laid on a car as he nodded back at Kora. "Nice to meet ya little mama's" He said as she giggled her cheeks slightly flushed

Kora look back at Sam and Optimus as the two seem to be glaring at Jazz. She understands Sam but...why Optimus. "How he learn to talk like that?" Sam asked his tone slightly annoyed. "We learned Earth's languages from the World Wide Web...but it seems he learned other things as well," Optimus said his tone slightly harsh. Once the two finished they looked behind them to find the top truck was aiming his gun's arms? at them. The two hiding behind Kora slightly. "My weapon's specialist Ironhide." Optimus stated watching.

"You feeling lucky punk?" Ironhide asked them as she heard Sam gulp as Kora just rolled her eyes a smile on her face. I was enjoying these guys. "Easy Ironhide." Optimus warned leaning down just in case. He seemed unedge from this as she wondered why. "Just kidding, I just wanted to show my canons..." He said his tone slightly down as Kora gave him a softer smile. "I liked them they are very nice, look like they can do some damage." Ironhide chuckled as he looked at his leader. "I like this little femme."

Optimus smiled slightly as he introduced the green rescue truck that was by his side as it was sniffing the air. "Our medical officer Ratchet." "Hmm..the boy's pheromone levels indicate he wishes to mate with the black hair female," Ratchet explained as I giggled the two looking away from each other. "And it seems the other pheromone suggests she is feeling strong emotions for.." Ratchet stops as he looks up at Optimus. Kora cheeks become red as she look away. "Well its because...he just seems so familiar. I've heard you in my dreams talking to me."

"I was able to communicate to warn you what is to come Kora. I will get to that soon. It seems you three already know of your brother's guardian, Bumblebee." Optimus said as she look up. They looked up at Bumblebee as he playfully punched the air. "Check on the rep, yep, second to none." His radio said as she giggled at him. "So you're my guardian?" Sam said as he nodded but soon a laser hit his throat as he coughed holding it. "His vocal processor were damaged in batter, I'm still working on them." He said as Mikaela walked closer to Optimus as Kora followed her. "Why are you here? I'm sure she would know if she heard you but it seems she is just as confused as us." Mikaela as she looked at Kora as she looked at her then back at Optimus.

His large blue orbs stared at her as Kora's cheeks flushed. Her heart beat fast in her chest. What was this strange feeling when she is near him? And why didn't she want it to stop? it was electric and made her feel light as if she knew he be there for her for the rest of her life. "Kora? you okay?" Sam asked as she came out of her world everyone stared as she realized she was just staring at Optimus. "Yea I'm fine I promise." "But back to you said Mega what?" Sam said as Optimus presses something on his head and a blue laser shot out of his eyes. It created an image around them causing them to move so they can watch it.

"Our planet was once a powerful empire, peaceful and just. Until we were destroyed." His hologram of Megatron appeared. Making her spine shiver in fear, his red orbs looked to be full of anger and looked hungry for power. "Our war finally consumed the planet and the all spark was lost to the stars. Megatron followed it to Earth where Captain Witwicky found him." Optimus explained as Kora and Sam smiled. "Our grandfather." The two said as Optimus nodding continuing the story.

"It was an accident that intertwined our fates. Megatron crash-landed before he could retrieve the cube. Captain Witwicky accidentally activated his navigation system. The coordinates to the Cube's location were imprinted on his glasses." He finished as Sam looked up at him. "How'd you know about his glasses?" Kora and Optimus looked at Sam. "EBay." They said together as he stared at her. Kora face was slightly red as she crossed her arms. Her stomach turned as his blue orbs stared at her so intensely

"If they could learn our language from the web, they would be able to find those glasses you've been trying to bid for money." Kora said glaring at Sam as he looked down guilty. Optimus cleared his throat as they stared at him. "You know I've noticed you stare at my sister a lot." Sam said as Kora slapped his arm the bots chuckled but stopped when Optimus looked at them all. "If the Decepticons find the all spark, they will use it's raw power tp transforms Earth's machine and build a new army." Ratchet spoke up as the three stared at them all.

"The entire human race will be extinguished, Sam and Kora Witwicky, you hold the key to Earths survival." Optimus said standing tall as all autobots stared at the three humans before them. "Sam...you better have those fucking glasses at home." Kora said her tone stern as Sam looked pale. she sighed as she looked at Optimus. She calmed as she knew deep down no matter what...he be there to protect her.

Here is chapter two sorry it took so long life and college got in the way. I hope you guys enjoy!

#transformers #bayverse optimus prime #oc x canon #sam witwicky #bumblebee #transformers fanfiction

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liliths-writings · 11 months

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Biker! Simon x enby reader

It was nearing the end of your work day and you were ready to go home. One problem; You don’t have a ride home. Your car has been in the shop for months. You often took an Uber home, but the Uber app was down today. “Shit..” you mutter under your breath. Simon is already on his way, somehow sensing your stress. He got there freakishly fast. He came up behind you, silently. He put his hands on your shoulders, you jumped and quickly swiveled around. “Oh, hey. What’re you doing here?” you question. “You have a ride home?” he says shifting his weight. “No. Car’s in the shop.” you say. “I can give you a ride, yeah?” You smile wide. “Thank you , Si.” his heart swells at that name. “No problem.” he says s grabbing your hand, “Lets go.” he leads you to the parking lot. After a little walking, you spot his motorcycle. Your eyes widen with excitement “Wow! I love it. It's so cool!” he chuckles lowly, “Thank you.” he says smiling. He gives you his extra helmet, black with red and orange flames on the sides. Very fitting for Simon. You put the helmet on, he follows suit. He sits on his bike, patting the empty seat behind him. You sit down behind him. “Hold on love.” he warns as you grab him for dear life. He laughs. “Don’t worry, you’ll be safe as long as you’re w’me.” He winks, the blood rushed into your cheeks, so scarlet it was maroon. He smirks and turns the key, starting his motorcycle. You feel the engine rumble and purr beneath you. He suddenly takes off causing you to gasp and hold onto him tighter. He let out a rumbling chuckle, you were sure you felt the ground shake as he laughed. Your heart pounds as he speeds up. You can tell why he likes this. As he sharply turns a corner, you think the bike will fall onto its side, you hold him tighter. “You’re alright, love.” that sent butterflies straight to your stomach and a few…other places. “Let’s get some food, yeah?” you smile, not used to being treated like this. “Sure. Thanks!” He pulls up into Burger King’s parking lot and parks. He gets off the bike gracefully and extends his hand out to help you up. “Thanks, Si.” Again, his heart swells at your words. He leads you to the entrance, smiling. You can tell by the way his eyes slight crinkle in his eye,you wouldn’t have seen it if you didn’t look at him at the right time, right as he was pulling his black balaclava with a skull hand-painted on it down to scratch his nose. He opened the door for you, motioning for you to go inside. You obey. Why wouldn’t you? He walks in close behind you. You’re sure he’s doing this on purpose. You walk up to the counter where the cashier is waiting for you with a smile. You look up at the menu, furrowing your brows; thinking.

pt 2 coming in a minute :)

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #simon riley x reader

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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i blacked out an hour ago so im practically high and now i want a jjk oneshot thats absolute crack because i cant find any sbr ones, if ur busy or u odnt wanna do this, just ignore ethis

anyways 😍

all this is is just gojo and geto and shoko to go to burger king and geto doesn't get his order but oh no! gojo's rat falls down a sewer drain, and then wehn they do find the rat its eating geto's burger king order that he didn't get, the end. dont ask abt the weirdness, thanks in advamnce

a/n: Sorry for making this a short headcanon, but when I wrote it earlier, I lost it because it didn't save. I had to write it again.

Additional drawing from me ❤️

Gojo as a rat headcanon

• It all started with Gojo defeating the curse that was a rat. And this curse put a curse on people that could kill them or turn them into a rat.

However, this curse was so weak that he overcame it in one move.

But the tiny rat managed to bite him on the ankle. Who would have thought that such a small rat could be aggressive... The curse was weak because people turned into rodents turned into people very quickly.

One rat disgusts him. It was probably an old grandfather who is decrepit and perhaps disgusting. This rat was bald all over, and looked like a zombie rat.

So he had his assistant pick up the human rats and take them to Shoko for treatment if they were injured. He didn't want to touch the rat, which looked like it had started to mold....

Because that's what the rat looked like.

He left quickly saying that he had another mission.

His mission was to go get a burger because they all wanted it.

He preferred to walk to the dorm than drive in a car with rats running around.

• When he returned to the dorms, his friends were already waiting for him and they started complaining that they had to wait so long for him to come back.

• And when they left, Gojo felt strange. Following his friend, he felt as if he was shrinking.

He wanted to reach for his friend's sleeve to draw attention to him. But before he could do that, he shrank completely.

He fell into a hole, but he grabbed the edge of the wall so he could climb up.

He saw that his friend was getting further and further away, and he was walking without looking back.

He wanted to scream at him, but all that came out of his mouth were squeaks.

When he saw that his body was covered in fur, and he was so small and had a tail, he understood that the rat had turned him into a rodent.

"I'm a fucking rat..." he groaned mentally. "But I'm the strongest fucking rat that ever existed."

He started running to his friend.

"Fucking special grade rat!"

• He lurked around as he saw two people walking around, and suddenly sat down at a small table.

They were looking for Gojo, but they knew he would come someday.

So they ordered food for them.

But when Geto left to answer the phone, the white rat (which is probably the cutest rat) jumped on the chair.

As they handed them their burgers, Ieiri began to eat, and strangely watched the scene as the white rodent grabs a large burger in a paper wrap and takes it down to the chair.

What Geto wanted is none of her business. She continued eating, not caring that this rat looked familiar...

When Geto returned, there was a slight scandal because he asked why he hadn't received his order. Even though the employee was sure they gave him the order. Two burgers on the table.

Only later did the girl say that his burger was stolen by a white rat.

Hearing munching and sometimes crunching, the dark-haired man looked under the table to see that less than half of his food was lying there.

And also that his food is eaten by a white rat that holds a bun on his paws.

"You damn rat! You're buying me another one!"

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #jujustu kaisen #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #Jjk headcanon #headcanons i guess #lol #Rat Gojo lmao

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iandelapena · 23 days

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So I decided to take a break yesterday. The first in a long while. Had a great morning attending mass at Mt. Carmel monastery. For lunch I ate at Barriotic, it was a bang for your buck but the food really isn't exceptional, nothing that I'd comeback to. I ten went to check out clark duty free and I was so happy to finally grab some lix cleaning stuff after a while of being out of stock! Finally I went to gonghang spa to relax for a bit. It was drizzling when I got out of the spa. I decided to brave it. It actually stopped after a few kilometers but then at about 17kms in it started pouring in. I tried to wait it out but 20 minutes after I decided to just check in to a hotel. A few hours later the rain stopped and the roads were dry, I decided drive back home again. I stopped for a meal at burger king malolos. I was about to go back on the road when it started raining again, I was an hour and half away from home. I thought that the rain wasn't that bad so I put on my hoodie back for some protection against the rain and started driving back. I was drenched when I got home but it was okay. I was overthinking the situation again thinking of I could have just stayed at the spa a little longer I could have avoided paying 1k for the hotel, but if I did I still get wet. I should have just waited under the shed for the rain sto stop. Also, there was no chance to get home dry since it didn't stop raining the whole night, it's actually still raining right now as of this writing. Anyways, I'm still happy because I got to do the things I wanted, maybe I just wish I had a working reliable car so these things won't be a problem for me. But I choose to think of this day, as a happy day.

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daviddshiki · 6 months

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The Adventures of David Dashiki-Story of an African American Hero - Year of the Black Man -2024

WHETHER WE WILL ACCEPT CIVILIZATION AS IT IS OR PUT IT UNDER A RIGID EXAMINATION TO MAKE IT WHAT IT OUGHT TO BE AS FAR AS OUR RACE IS CONCERNED-Marcus Garvey

I am disappointed. In fact, i AM DISGUSTED. Here we are in year 2024 and still we have not as a country defined , clearly defined, the role of the African American. In my research on Marcus Garvey, I recognized that he asked that same question 100 years ago. Since America has not advocated for our happiness and safety, it is our right to do so. His words challenged us to act immediately and courageously. Why are we so docile? What rushed us into seclusion while other groups have prospered? It is time. The Montgomery Bus Boycott was indeed, a magnificent triumph. What then limited its application and implementation throughout America? WE are not welcomed on Wall Street. Why have we not created our own. The doors of Silicon Valley, Princeton, Harvard, Yale, IBM, Microsoft, are closed to us. Why do we feel it necessary to continue to seek entrance or beg for ENTRANCE into them? We have to expand and enlarge our vision of what is possible for us. We should no longer doubt that we are not included in the grand image of an African American leading in the development of an all - inclusive homeland with broad strokes of participation by every citizen. Why are we not at the moment inventing airplanes and cars? Surely, we can own and manage banks and insurance companies. We have the talent to exercise the professions of law and medicine. Garvey asked the question, " Where are our leaders? Where are our men of big affairs? We are here and systematically excluded from participation in the big jobs and works by racism. I, Daddy Dashiki, am exhausted and irritated by the red tape, blue tape ,white tape and racist tape designed to limit our pursuit of happiness.

KIA, SAMSUNG, NISSAN, FUJITSU, MITSUBISHI, HONDA, HYUNDAI, ACURA, INFINITI, LEXUS, SUBARU, TOYOTA, sound so sweet. The melody of these enterprises ring in our ear and remind how we are frozen out of the ability to achieve their success. These are, in no way magical endeavors. God has not suddenly blessed them in so many ways that commercial triumph was inevitable. Nonsense! The mighty hands of racism have allowed their mercantile accomplishments. We, can replicate their astounding economic feats. They are industrious and determined. So are we. We have had higher mountains to climb and wider rivers of racism to cross. Today, we choose to ignore the obstacles and focus on victory with our plans.

We have to dream larger. We have to know that the obstructions and impediments are part of the struggle. However, they do not represent hindrances, They are the training grounds. We spit on them and get busy with the work. Marcus spoke about our lack of people in prominent places as symbols of our progress. We need not guess what we must do. It is there for all to see. Possess the land. Where are our hospitals ? Marcus declared, " If I cannot find them, I will help to build them." We do not have hospitals to serve our own people. We will help to make them. Mount Sinai, Sloan Kettering, North Shore, Nassau University Medical Center, Avent Health, Baylor University, Fairview Park, Genesis. These are the models of excellence that we will follow to do for ourselves.

Where are our banks? Chase, Capital One , Barclays, TD, PNC Bank, Here are the models we can emulate. Where are our franchises? Burger King, McDonalds, Wendys, Subway, Arby's Taco Bell, KFC, alas, we need not fear. The opportunities to copy for success are limitless. Where are our cars, inventions and car dealerships ? Buick, Ford, Chrysler, Mercury, Chevrolet, Cadillac, Jeep, Dodge, just cast your gaze to the neighborhoods near and around you. We must dream huge. For we will become what we think about all day. Might we own these places, these banks, car dealerships? What? Why not ? Dream Big!

Where are our sports teams? There will be many offered up for sale. There will be others for whom, we, Black athletes, have won pennants and even world series. We should be in consideration in the moment of a sale. The METs, Dodgers, Reds, Marlins, Braves, when they are ready to sell, we must be there. Our reach will include the sport of Basketball. Where are they? The Knicks, NETS, Bucks, Lakers, Hawks, Nuggets, these are money magnets which generate such ridiculous amounts of revenue that they can pay their players millions of dollars for one season. Dream Vast !

Where are our supermarkets, departments stores? Asians are fearless. They have so flooded the market with their products, that it is said, "From the time you rise from your bed and until you rest your head, you have interacted with at least 5 or more Asian products or devices." Where are our products and devices, Marcus Garvey was correct. We have to flood the world shamelessly with our intelligence and ingenuity. It is a sign of progress. It a sign that we will not allow racism to stifle our dreams . It is the ultimate sign that we, African Americans have grown some balls.

#education #politics #quotes

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simonsholidays · 6 months

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Simon's holidays - Part 3: At Burger King

We enter Burger King and head straight to a self-ordering kiosk. My dad makes his choices, and then it's my turn. He pays for the meal, and we take a numbered stand before finding a table.

"Stand up," my dad instructs as I'm about to sit down.

He sits, and I wonder why he's telling me to remain standing until I see him tearing open the package of diapers.

"I'll give you a diaper, and you're going to the restroom to put it on," he says.

"You want me to put on a diaper right now?" I whisper in disbelief.

"We have a registration appointment at the daycare later. You need to start playing your part."

"But what if someone checks if I'm wearing one?"

"I don't know, but just in case, put one on. Would you prefer to do it in the car later, in front of me?"

"No..."

"Then go to the restroom and put it on. Do you need help?"

"I'm not a baby, I can handle it."

I'm not a baby, but here I am about to put on a diaper. The irony isn't lost on me. Babies usually wear diapers, and here I am, a kid, about to do the same.

Thinking about my gaming console helps me muster the courage. So, I discreetly take the diaper he hands me and tuck it under my sweatshirt to hide it for the journey. From the brief glimpse I had, it looks quite large.

I head toward the restroom and lock the door, double-checking that no one can walk in. I take the diaper in my hands and examine it. In a strange way, it resembles boxer briefs or maybe underwear, but it's noticeably thicker.

Well, I can't spend the whole day here; I don't want to eat a cold burger. I try to remove my jeans without taking off my shoes, but it's impossible. I take off my shoes, then my jeans. I lower my underwear and place it on the sink.

Now, I'm naked from the waist down. I look at myself, feeling ridiculous even at this point, and I can't help but imagine what comes next.

My dad explained what puberty is, and some of my friends have already started going through it, but not me. I'm also not very tall; I'm one of the smallest kids in my school. I really hope I'll catch up in height.

I pick up the diaper again and begin to unwrap it. I slip one foot inside, then the other. I pull the diaper up my legs and into place.

It's pretty bizarre to have this diaper on. I have to admit it's quite comfortable and pleasant to wear, which surprises me. However, it's a bit too large, and I notice that much older kids could probably wear it too.

What I didn't expect at all is how thick the diaper is – both in the front and back, and especially in the crotch area.

A look in the mirror in front of me reflects an image that doesn't belong to me. I don't understand who this little boy, maybe around 7 years old, wearing a diaper, could be.

"Console, console, console," I repeat to myself to muster courage.

I need to hurry because someone is trying to enter the restroom. Thankfully, the door is locked. I grab my underwear, slip it on over the diaper, and pull it up. Then, I do the same with my jeans, but that's when the problems start. The diaper is too bulky, and my jeans won't go up.

After some tugging, I manage to get them up, but I can't fully close the zipper, let alone fasten the button.

I put my shoes back on as someone is attempting to open the door again. I have to get out; I'll figure it out with my dad.

In less than a minute, I unlock the door after adjusting my sweatshirt to cover the open top of my jeans.

When I return to the table, my dad is already seated, and a server is setting our order down.

Those few steps from the restroom feel strange, or rather, it's the diaper that makes my steps feel strange. I'm walking differently, with a bit of a gap between my legs.

"I have a problem," I tell my dad, coming to a halt in front of him.

"Because of your diaper?" he asks, looking at my pants.

"Yeah, it's too big, and I can't close my jeans."

"True, your jeans are pretty tight. Let's eat while it's hot, and we'll figure it out later."

"But I can take it off."

"No, Simon, eat, we'll decide later."

I eat my burger and fries with little enjoyment. The diaper I'm wearing is uncomfortable, and I can feel it between my legs. I really don't like it.

I finish quickly, but my dad takes his time. It's only after about 10 minutes that he finishes his meal.

"Show me," he says.

"Here?"

"Yes, stand up and lift your sweatshirt slightly."

I do as he asks, and he signals me to come closer. He tries to pull up the zipper, but it won't budge.

"You see," I say, "it won't go up."

"Indeed, and I can only see one solution."

"Remove it?" I ask.

"No, change your pants. Diapers don't go well with jeans. We'll go get you some sweatpants. You'll be much more comfortable in them."

"Can we go home instead? I have some jeans that are a bit wider."

"We don't really have time for that. We need to leave for our appointment in 15 minutes. Follow me; we'll go to Kiabi. They have a store in the shopping mall."

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blackkat15 · 7 months

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Rant about America by an Australian:

Trigger/Content warnings?: Me actively hating America.

The Americanisation of Australia is fucking scary.

I get jumpscared by Americans on the news over here. Particularly when they're complaining about gun reforms. My parents are always like "GO BACK TO AMERICA YOU YANK!"

All of these American companies are also getting into legal battles with businesses over here for naming/trademarking shit.

Burger King became Hungry Jacks because we already had a Burger King. When the AUS Burger King went under they had the opportunity to take the name but they didn't because everybody liked the name Hungry Jacks.

American Wendy's is in a fight with Australian Wendy's (Wendy's Milk Bar [they have churros in their fudge sundaes which are bomb as hell]) over their name. Wendy's wants to expand to Australia but they'll most likely have to change their name.

US Fanatics is fighting AUS Fanatics and US Fanatics is a big corporation wheras AUS Fanatics are a longstanding business in Australia.

Not to mention the media we consume over here.

Nine times out of ten all the stuff we see on our TV's here (FREE TO AIR MIND YOU) is American shows with another portion coming from England.

It's jarring.

Every other news report we have is about another school shooting in America or the Super Bowl or another celebrity doing something stupid. What the fuck even is a Super Bowl? I only know about Aussie Rules Football and Cricket.

We don't have much here left that is truly Australian.

Our car industry died with Holden.

Pretty much all of our actors and music artists have fucked off to live in America.

A bunch of our foods have been discontinued in favor of American alternatives.

I bet none of you Americans have even HEARD of Starburst. Well guess what?? They died.

It makes me physically sick to think about the American economy and the American health system and how DENSE you are. It's not communism or socialism. It's called looking after people so they don't fucking die.

You bitches got medicare?

You bitches get job seeker payments?

You bitches get student payments?

Does your Government put laws in place to protect cultural heritage?

No? I didn't think so because your government is run by a bunch of greedy crusty old white dudes who need to die already.

The Australian Government is run by a diverse range of people, young, old, male, female, white, Asian, Aboriginal.

I am so sick of America. You have a crappy economic system and a crappy health system. But you also have a bunch of nice things too which I am immensely jealous of.

#kat says stuff #I hate it here #The Americanisation of Australia is awful #Australia #America #just me being an America hater #Thanks to Michael Moore for his amazing documentaries #Kat Rants About Trash

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princeinsomniavoid · 10 months

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💞 and 🪐 for Spencer?

💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?:

Spencer is already in a poly ship with Mike and Jeremy so just saying Jeremy probably wouldn't count lmao, but I would probably say Scott! Its the classic dynamic of the two "straight men" [as in the level headed archetype] helping everyone stay afloat. I can see them having a sort of wordless physical affection that people would find charming :] plus their height difference would make people foam at the mouth. [Spencer is 5'5, Scott is 6'6]

🪐: What would be your most popular AU and why?:

Probably a classic college/highschool au. Mike is a "problem student" who is in the wrestling club as an outlet for his anger issues, Jeremy is a photography student who tends to fly under the radar and Spencer is an ex band member who works in his father's car repair shop part time.

Jeremy meets Mike when he accidentally leaves the flash of his camera on while taking action shots at a wrestling match causing Mike to become disoriented and lose the match.

Mike meets Spencer when while walking to class he happens to hear him in the band room shredding on the drums. When stopping to watch he only see's Spencer wailing on the drums in a frustrated frenzy before he ends up getting interrupted by his band mates and suddenly declaring his resignation from the band as a whole, bumping into Mike on the way out.

Spencer meets Jeremy when Jeremy stumbles upon Spencer listening to loud music through a pair of headphoens in the library. The two realize that they share an english class and start discussing an agreement for Spencer to help Jeremy out with his public speaking assignments.

And then you can put together a bunch of other shenanigans that could occur, like midnight burger king runs, study sessions turned steamy ect.

This was areally fun to think about actually! Thank you :]

#self shipper #self shipping #self ship #self ship ask game #fnaf #fnaf oc #🐺Scary Dog Privilege #🌱Precious Cinnamon Roll #i should think about Spencer and Scott's dynamic more I think #they could be silly :]

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03-20-22

#traveling #missouri #march 2022 #parking lot #goose #animals #jack doesn’t like the smell of fast food in their car #so they put their burger king under the car #and they’re very afraid of geese #and i was like dude the geese are gonna eat yr burger king #it was so funny #n rly cute

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That’s A Bet - Steve Harrington (Smut)

Author: @stilinskiparker Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 5,418 Warnings: fluff, confessions, language (have ya met me), ending is rushed ‘cause it’s 11:16pm and i’m tired. Tropes/AU’s: Best Friends to Lovers | Fake Dating | Soulmate AU | if you can think of any more, let me know! Smut: no | yes; couch sex, m+f (wrap before you tap), oral (f receiving) Requested: Nope. Based off a prompt based off this list A/N: Hi, friends! If you’re under the age of 18, pls do not read. This bitch took me, no joke, like 5.5 hours to write. BUT, I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Working at Family Video wasn’t my first choice. I was coerced into getting this job by my best friends and little brother. How my little brother, you ask? Well, he and Steve Harrington started hanging out two years ago when Dart went missing.

Steve and I had been friends for years before we both met Robin Buckley, when they both worked at Scoops Ahoy last summer before the Mind Flayer tried to kill us all.

I worked at the mall last summer, as well. I worked at The Great Cookie. I could see a little bit of Scoops when I looked across the lower level of the mall. And, yes. It was as amazing to work there as one would imagine. The smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies would fill my nostrils every day, and it was amazing! Of course, on my lunch break, I would run over to Scoops to steal a waffle cone before eating my actual lunch from either New York Pizza, Hawkin’s Heroes, Burger King or Imperial Panda.

But, like I said, the Mind Flayer decided to try and kill us all, so it basically destroyed our place of work, so we had to find a new place… or places.

Like I said before, I was coerced into getting this job at Family Video, and working with Steve and Robin was a blast! Their banter made me laugh every single day we worked together, and getting to hang out with them was a plus.

What was negative for me, though, was watching Steve flirt with most of the girls that came in the store. Hearing him set up dates and him telling us about them the next day was heartbreaking to me. Also hearing about the sex he’d had with them was a shot in the foot with a Nerf gun.

So, here I was, leaning against the back of the counter at the front of the store, quietly groaning after Steve had told us about another one of his dates that ended in sex at Lover’s Lake before he’d walked out to his car to retrieve a movie he’d ‘rented’ from the store.

“You okay over there?” Robin asked.

I shook my head before sighing deeply. “Robin, I’m so sex deprived, I would take you to the back room if I was into girls.”

She chuckled, putting her hand on my back. “That’s okay. No offense, but you’re not really my type.”

“That’s perfectly alright.” I groaned, turning my head to look at her. “I swear, I’m gonna fuck the next person that walks through that door.”

Feeling her hand slide off my back and seeing her stand up straight, Robin held her hand out, smirk on her face. “You’re on.”

I stood up straight, putting my hand in hers, shaking it. “Damn straight. Now, to wait for my sex partner.”

The bell ringing above the door caused Robin and I to turn our heads in that direction. “Do you think I’ll be in trouble for not returning these on time when I was supposed to?”

Slouching a little, I scrunched my mouth to the side as Robin started laughing. She patted me on the shoulder before she said, “I definitely have to hear about this one.”

I looked at her with a look that held annoyance. “Ya’know what. Go. Go put returns back.” I turned her and lightly pushed her to go do her job. Turning back to where Steve was standing, I tilted my head in confusion before turning around at the sound of the keyboard clacking.

“Nope, that’s my job today,” I said, walking towards him. “Let me check these back in.” I went to take the tapes from him, my fingers brushing over his. My breath hitched in my throat as the bell rang again above the door.

Looking to see who the culprit was, I noticed it was just a customer. Rage filled me at the sight of the beautiful girl. I tried not to roll my eyes as she walked to her right as I turned back to face Steve. “You got a customer anyway.”

After successfully taking the tapes out of his hands and sitting down at the computer, he heard him lightly scoff.

“Y/N/N, wha–” he started.

“Go!” I breathed, closing my eyes.

After hearing him walk away and ask if there was anything he could help the girl look for, I opened my eyes, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. I wiped it away before looking at the tapes he’d brought back in, confused as to why he’d chosen these movies; The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, Rocky IV, Sixteen Candles, Back to the Future.

I smiled a little and shook my head, typing in Steve’s information and then the title name in the computer, as I did with the other four before getting up and putting them away myself.

“So, how’s Friday night sound?” Steve asked.

I watched as he went around the counter to the computer, typing in the girl's information so that he could mark the movie as rented. Knowing he wasn’t talking to me, I put my attention back on the movies in my hand, the last one to be put back on the shelf being Back to the Future.

I went to turn around, but the smell of his cologne hit my senses. I tried to take in a quiet breath, but the sound of his voice alerted me that I, in fact, did not.

“We still on for movie night?”

With furrowed brows, I turned to face Steve. “You promised that last customer a date for Friday night.”

Chuckling, he hung his head for a moment before looking back up at me, amusement laced in his eyes. “She said she had a girlfriend.”

With my eyebrows meeting my hairline, my mouth dropped open in shock. “W-well, then. I guess we’re still on.”

With a smile ever present on his face, he said, “Awesome. I’ll ‘rent’ The Breakfast Club again and be at your house around 8?”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “Sounds good.”

Feeling a set of eyes on me as he walked away, I looked over Robin, seeing her mouth the words his house, his house.

“A-actually, Steve?” I walked over to him behind the counter, my fingers laced at my stomach. “Can we do movie night at yours instead? I really don’t wanna hear Dustin asking me if I can take him somewhere or hearing him on his little radio thing talking to Suzie.”

Steve smiled, nodding. “Yeah, that’s actually perfect.”

“Awesome.”

~~~

Wednesday and Thursdays shifts went by extremely slow, whereas Friday’s shift went by sort of fast. I mean, it started out slow, but since it was Friday, everyone was coming to Family Video to rent the latest movies or to rent their most favorite movies of all time.

When my shift was over, I went straight home to shower, shave and change. I tried not to get too dressed up since it was just movie night at Steve’s house, but I put a little bit of makeup on, slightly dressing up my outfit, which consisted of a pair of jeans, Converse and graphic tee.

I packed a bag of clothes for the next day just in case I decided to stay the night. I did that almost all the time when we did movie nights at his house. I would leave the bag in my car just in case things went awry.

I was nervous about movie night, and understandably why. I was going to try and have sex with my best friend, who I’ve had a crush on for years! It escalated after seeing how he interacted with Dustin during the Dart fiasco.

Taking a deep breath, I spritzed myself with some perfume I knew Steve liked, grabbed my bag and walked out of my room. I was reaching for my keys when I heard a knock on the door. Confused, I walked to it, looking out of the peephole and saw Steve on the other side.

What he had in his hand confused the shit out of me, so I opened the door, the same confused look on my face revealed to him, making him chuckle.

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

“For one, you’re picking me up, and two–” I looked down at his hand. “You have flowers.”

“Those better be for my mother!” Dustin yelled from the kitchen.

“Dustin!”

Steve laughed, ducking his head for a moment before looking back up at me. “They’re, uhh, they’re for you.” Handing me the flowers, he smiled. “And, I thought picking you up would be a better choice since I drive by here anyway to get home.”

Feeling a presence beside me, I heard Dustin say, “No, you don’t. You live on the other side of town.”

“Did you just get off work, or something?” I asked.

Putting his hands up, Steve exclaimed, “Alright, alright!” He sighed, putting his hands down. “I just felt like picking you up for movie night. You always fall asleep during the movie, so I figured that you’d just stay the night.”

“Wait,” Dustin said. “You’re having movie night without me?”

I looked at him, seeing a little bit of hurt in his eyes. “Dusty, it’s nothing against you, I promise. It’s just that– Steve and I haven’t had a movie night to ourselves in a really long time.” I put my hand on his shoulder, leading him to the hallway. “And I have a bet with Robin. Can’t tell you about it, but I have a bet with her.”

“About Steve?”

“Yes,” I nodded, once. “About Steve.”

Dustin smiled. “Well, alright then.”

We walked back to the door, seeing a very confused Steve looking at us. “Everything… okay?”

“Yup, perfect. Now, go. Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

I hugged my little brother, thanking him for letting me have a night alone with Steve. After I pulled away, I grabbed my eyes and shoved them into my bag while walking down the small steps to our door and down the driveway to Steve’s awaiting car.

The ride to Steve’s house was filled with laughter, singing the songs on the radio that we knew, and stolen glances.

Deciding to be a little less humorous, I asked, “This… isn’t going to end up with us at Lover's Lake, is it?”

Letting out a shocked laugh, Steve looked at me. “I didn’t plan on it! It’s just two friends hanging out, watching a movie, right? Like we always do.”

A little hurt by his words, I nodded and looked out the window, quietly saying, “Yeah.”

Noticing the change in my demeanor, he put his hand on my thigh, asking, “Hey. You okay?”

I looked down at his hand, wishing that my thigh could be a permanent spot for it. The words I wanted to confess started to bubble up in my throat, but I swallowed them down and decided on, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired. I’ll perk up once we get to your house. You know how car rides make me a little sleepy.”

Steve nodded, rubbing his thumb on my thigh before pulling his hand away. The action of his thumb caused a shock wave to my core and stomach, as well as a deep breath. This was going to be a long night.

~~~

“Two hits; me hitting you, you hitting the floor. Anytime you’re ready, pal.” As Andrew took Bender down the ground, I felt a tap on my shoulder, so I leaned my head in that direction, eyes still glued to the TV.

“I still don’t get why he did that,” Steve whispered.

“Because Bender’s a burnout, Andrew’s a jock, they don’t like each other,” I explained. “Bender was also making Claire feel very uncomfortable. Now, stop asking and just watch the movie.”

After Bender stabbed the knife into the top of the wood on the chair next to him, I leaned back over to Steve to explain Bender a little further. “He also has a really shitty home life. I’m talking, abuse. It gets explained in just a little bit.”

“Gotcha,” Steve whispered in my ear.

As the movie played on, Steve and I kept stealing glances at each other. I only knew he was stealing them at me because when I would turn my head to look at him, he’d quickly turn his head back in the direction of the movie.

I cleared my throat during the Impression of the Life scene and turned my head towards Steve, looking at the side of his face. “Hey. Uhm. Are your… parents… out of town?”

“They’re always out of town, you know this,” he replied, eyes locked on the tv.

“No, Dad! What about you?! Fuck you!”

“Shit, you were right–”

“Wait, just wait.”

“Looks about the size of a cigar. Do I stutter? See this is what you get in my house when you spill the pain in the garage. Now, I don’t think I need to sit with you fucking dildos anymore.”

Steve cleared his throat as she started bouncing his leg. “Ya’know, uhm… that girl I told you and Robin about last night? The one that didn’t seem interested.”

I sighed and sat up, crossing my arms. “Yeah.”

“Well, I left something out.”

“Hmm. What’s that?” My replies were coming off as short. Every other movie night, Steve and I wouldn’t be sitting as close as we were; his arm around my shoulders, my head resting on his, my farthest leg in between his, almost as if I was sitting with my legs crossed.

I stole a glance at him as he swallowed, seeing him looking down at his lap.

“She, uh… she wanted me to use a toy on her,” he said. “She said that she hadn’t… ya’know… finished, and that her toy or whatever could do the job.”

“Sounds more like a personal problem to me,” I said. “But at least you two got to have sex, right?”

“Y/N/N, do you know what that does to a man?”

“Awww, Stevie got a bruised ego?” I sassed. It came out harsher than I intended.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I stood up then and grabbed my bag off the chair. “I’m leaving.” I started walking towards the front door as I mumbled, “Robin can win this stupid bet, I don’t care.”

“Hold on,” Steve said. “A bet? What bet?”

I stopped and slightly turned towards him, eyes filled with the tiniest bit of rage. “A sex bet.”

“A sex bet?!”

“Yes, Steve! A fucking sex bet. I’ve been so sex deprived that I told her I was gonna fuck the next person to walk through the door at Family Video, and guess who just so happened to walk through with five VHS tapes. You. I went along with her little bet because I, for one, need sex because I haven’t had it in so long, and two, I’m so in love with you, it’s stupid.”

He looked at me like I was crazy, like he was mad, like he was confused all wrapped into one, but ultimately settled on amused. “You’re in love with me?” “Yes!” I exclaimed. “I’m so goddamn in love with you, I feel like I can’t breathe around you! Every time you’re near and I smell that fucking cologne you wear all the time, I swear to fuck, I wanna drop to my knees when you’re around. And every Tuesday when you come into work and tell us all about the sex you’ve had, I get a little angry every time because I wish in my heart of hearts that it was me you were filling up, making me feel good, making me cry out your name in pleasure during my climax. Making– what are you doing?”

I hadn’t realized that in my ramble and confession that Steve had moved closer to me and removed my bag from my shoulder, dropping it to the floor. “I’m taking you back to the couch,” he said, taking my jaw in his hands.

“Why?” I whispered.

He leaned in closer, whispering, “To make you feel good,” before placing his lips on mine, soft at first, waiting to see if I was going to kiss him back, which I did… quite firm, might I add.

Our lips moved in a messy sync for what felt like ever, before I felt him squat a little, grabbing the backs of my thighs. Without him asking, I jumped, wrapping my arms around his neck before he turned us around and led to the couch, only to turn around again to sit on the piece of furniture.

Before he was able to lean back, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt that wasn’t tucked into jeans and pulled up, lifting the material up and over his head to discard it on the floor by his feet. Our lips locked again in a few more messy kisses before Steve’s tongue made its way into my mouth, exploring.

It was as if we were one, moving almost all parts of our bodies in sync with the other. Tongues not fighting for dominance, hands roaming on shoulders and arms, neck and hair. He put his hands in my hair, pulling just a tab, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I forgot you were tender headed.”

I chuckled, “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

He smiled, saying, “Good,” before putting his lips back on my own just to move his lips to my cheek, jawline and neck, where he searched for my sweet spot; at the junction where my neck and shoulder meet.

I gasped in pleasure, grinding my core down on his denim covered length, a groan sounding him from. I pulled back, hand over my mouth as I looked in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Steve looked confused with a smile on his face. “Why?” I moved my mouth to my hair, pushing some of my hair behind my ear as I asked, “I didn’t hurt you?”

Tilting his head back on the couch, he said, “No.” Picking his head up, he looked me deep in my eyes, his smile never faltering. Chuckling, he said, “It felt good.”

“Oh,” I said, putting my arms down, fingers landing at his belt buckle. “Okay, well… do you wanna continue?”

I looked at him as he put his hand on my cheek. “You have a bet to win,” he whispered before kissing me once more.

I giggled into the kiss, making the both of us smile into it. “It’s like you’re kiss deprived or something.”

He chuckled, moving his hands to the top of my jeans where the bottom of my shirt also sat inside of. “I can think of another set of lips I can kiss.”

I feigned a gasp, eyes still closed, mouth still on his. “Steven Harrington.”

“Y/N Henderson.”

I opened my eyes, his still closed. “Well. What are you waiting for?”

That made his eyes open real quick, his fists pulling my shirt up and over my head, revealing the white bra I had put on after my shower earlier. As I went for Steve’s neck, he went for my shoulder, pressing kisses along it while sliding the strap off my shoulder.

“Take it off,” I breathed. “Take the fucking bra off.”

He chuckled, expertly unclasping my bra. I huffed a breath as he did so, putting my hands on his shoulders, pushing myself to look him in the eyes. “If you keep laughing, I’ll walk my ass home.”

He chuckled… again, but gripped my hips with the tiniest bit of force. “I’ll stop, baby, I promise.”

Stunned by the pet name, I raised a brow. “Baby? So, we’re at that stage in the frien– relation– us.”

“Yes,” he said. “Unless you’re just looking to fuck.”

I feigned thinking on it for a moment before yelping, Steve grabbing the button of my jeans, pulling me forward, also causing me to giggle. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Yes, I am looking to fuck, but I also want to be with you. You’re it for me.” I put my hand on his cheek, bringing our foreheads together, eyes closed. I whispered, “You’ve always been it for me, baby.”

The kiss we shared next wasn’t like the others we’d been having, all hungry and fervent and shit. No, this kiss… this kiss was slower, much more passionate. Open mouthed, but not rushed. Taking more time to explore each other's mouths.

As we kissed, I took my bra off the rest of the way, the material having fallen to my elbows at the talk we’d had just moments prior. Feeling Steve’s bulge in his jeans, I decided that now would be the next time to take his belt off of him and unbutton his jeans to release the strain I knew he was feeling.

After I unbuckled his belt, he placed a hand on my back, sitting me up straighter to cup one of my breasts, bringing me forward to place his mouth on my nipple.

“Steve,” I moaned, one hand going to his hair and the other pulling the belt out of the loops. I dropped the belt to the floor, putting my free hand in his hair as he lapped at my nipple with his tongue.

As he switched breasts, he looked up at me and placed his lips on mine for a wet, chaste kiss as the hand he’d been cupping my breast with covered it completely. Removing the hand closest to the hand on my breast, I placed it on top of his, his fingers spreading to attempt to lace our fingers together.

When he was satisfied with the pleasure he was giving me through my breasts, he bit his lip and wrapped his arms around me, flipping us to the side so that my back hit the couch, all of those movements causing me to giggle.

His lips went right back on mine as he popped the button on my jeans. He placed his fingers on the inside of the material, ready to pull them down my legs. Shoes were long discarded by the door the moment we arrived at his house about an hour prior, movie long forgotten about.

Instead of heading south like I thought he was going to, he instead moved north, towards my face. Giving a light kiss, he said, “I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise.”

“Then do it already,” I said.

Steve gave one last kiss on my lips before moving down, placing kisses between my breasts and down my stomach to the top of my jeans. He pulled the denim down, kissing the newly exposed skin as he did so.

Grabbing at my panties as he went, he stopped kissing once he got right above where the tops of my panties would sit. He lightly tapped at my bum, silently asking me to lift it, so I did, making it easier for him to slide the rest of the materials down my legs and to the floor.

The look he was giving made me a little insecure, so as I tried to cover everything exposed, he laced our fingers together, looking at me with the most sincere look he’d giving me tonight. “Don’t ever hide from me,” he said. “You’re beautiful. The most beautiful girl–”

“You’ve been with?”

“In the world,” he whispered. He looked down at my area and back at me, a smirk on his face. “You shave your vagina?”

“One, never say the word vagina again, and two, yes. It’s a personal preference.”

“If I can’t say vagina, what word can I say? Pussy?”

“Oohhhh, who knew Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington had a dirty mouth,” I sassed.

He shook his head and looked back down, kissing the top of my pussy. “So soft,” he whispered. “Bet it tastes good, too.”

As he grabbed the underside of my thigh to spread my legs open, I whispered, “Then maybe you should have a taste.”

With no hesitation, Steve dipped down and kissed the very top of my slit, bringing it tongue out to lightly lick where he’d kiss before going further south to my clit and entrance. He licked from the bottom of my entrance right up to my clit, where his tongue found a home.

“Oh, my– fuck,” I moaned, placing my hand on the crown of his head. My free hand went to one of my own breasts, cupping it. It felt as if I had died and went to Heaven when his tongue moved from my clit to my entrance, lapping up the juices I was producing.

He pulled back a little to say, “Taste so good,” before diving back in, causing me to arch my back a little.

I was done for when he inserted two fingers into my pussy, pumping in and out, stretching me for what I knew was to come. “Steve,” I moaned. “I’m so close to cumming. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna–” I moaned, my pussy tightening on his fingers. He never stopped until I pushed his head away, repeating the word “Okay” like a prayer.

As I was catching my breath, Steve kissed his way back up my stomach and breasts until his lips met mine, the two of us sharing a passionate kiss.

While essentially making out, I unbuttoned his jeans and started to push them down his legs until I couldn’t anymore. I let out a whine mid-kiss, a wholehearted laugh coming from the half-naked man above me.

He stood up, removing his jeans and boxers, grabbing his length to stroke it. I went to sit up to do the work for him and take him in my mouth, he shook head, crawling back on top of me. “No. Tonight is about you. I’m making you feel good.”

“But–”

“You can work on me another night,” he said, voice so soft, I thought I missed what he said.

I nodded, putting my hands on his cheeks for another slow, passionate kiss. At the same time our lips met, the head of his penis met my entrance, sliding up to my clit and back down to my entrance before doing it a couple of more times.

Once he was satisfied with how wet got himself, he looked me in the eyes, silently asking me if this was something I still wanted to do, so I nodded because, of course I did!

He looked back at himself, and watched as he slid into me, a quiet groan of pleasure coming from him. He huffed out a small laugh, looking back at me. “Taking me like a champ.”

“You’re the biggest I’ve ever had, Steve,” I replied, hands smoothing back some of his hair. Deciding to add a little humor, I added, “Just don’t cum in me too fast. I can already feel you trying not to bust a nut.”

He laughed as pulled out some just to push back in a little harder than I had expected him to, a loud moan pouring out of me. “Say shit like that again, and it’ll be harder.”

All I did was look him in the eye, breathing, “I like it hard. But, seeing as this is our first time, can we try… maybe a little slower? Still hard, but not rough?”

Steve nodded, placing his forehead against mine as he started thrusting in and out of me, slow at first, gradually going a little faster and a little harder, but not too hard. It was that perfect hard thrust. I can’t really describe it. He was making me feel too good!

With one foot on the ground and the other leg bent on the cushions of the couch, Steve stood to the best of his ability, grabbing my hips and pulling my bottom up off the couch, ever so slightly.

He reached a spot that, even I never knew existed.

“Oh, my god, Steve,” I yelled in pleasure. “I’m gonna cum again!”

“Me, too, baby, me too,” he grunted.

Hearing the new pet name sent me over the edge without realizing it. It didn’t even register to me that I yelled out his name, probably loud enough for the whole damn neighborhood to hear.

I was too busy coming down from my second high that I didn’t even notice that Steve pulled out and started jerking himself, sending white hot stream of cum along the top of my pussy.

When I finally opened my eyes, having closed them during my climax, I saw Steve stand fully, both feet on the carpet of the living room. Looking down, I scooped up a dot of cum, bringing my finger to my mouth, smiling once it hit my tongue. “Taste so good.”

He shook head, smile ever present on his face as he turned away to retrieve a warm, damp washcloth to help clean us up with. He helped me put my panties back on, but gave me his shirt to wear as he put his boxers and jeans back on.

When we finally sat down and cuddled each other the best we could on the couch, we caught the last little bit of the movie, watching as Bender walked across the football field, fist in the air.

Steve put on Sixteen Candles, knowing that that movie was also a favorite of mine. At the scene where Sam and Randy are looking at Carole Mulford in the locker room showers, Steve and I decided to lay down on the couch, sleep hitting us like a bus.

He laid down first, letting me lay on top of him, my ear to his chest listening to his heartbeat. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was feeling a blanket cover me, a kiss to the top of my head, Steve telling me good night, and Sam screaming on the phone with Randy the night after the dance.

~~~

The following day, Steve and I woke up at the sound of his father yelling at the both of us. We quickly grabbed our clothes and headed upstairs to his bedroom, laughing once the door was shut.

“I thought they were out of town!” I giggled.

“Must’ve come back early,” he said, putting a clean shirt on.

I put my jeans back on, and buttoned them before turning to the mirror and fluffing my hair out a little bit. “I forgot to remove my makeup last night. Damn.”

“Yeah, well, we were a little preoccupied.”

I smiled at him, turning to wrap my arms around his neck after having walked the few steps over to him. “I’d like to be that preoccupied again.”

“Oh, really?” he asked, kissing me before I could nod. Activities that ensued after caused us to be late for work. The two of us piled into the car, and he took me home for a few seconds so that I could retrieve my work vest.

Once I was back in the car, Steve drove us to work, where we were getting chewed out by Keith for being late. He went ignored, though, as he always chewed us out for even clocking in on time.

Robin, Steve and I had our own little private meeting about what would be going down at the video rental store, the three of us ultimately deciding to go about our normal jobs; Robin shelving returns, Steve with the customers, and myself on computer to put in the returns and call customers about their past due returns.

During a break Robin had from putting returns away, she leaned on the counter next to the computer, causing me to smile.

“What do you want, Robin?”

“How’d it go last night?” she asked.

“And this morning?” I said, looking at her from the corner of my eye.

Her face lit up with delight and happiness, but also with sadness. “That means I lost?!”

“Lost what?”

I looked over and saw my little brother standing at the front of the counter, what looked like to be a shirt in his hand. “Dusty, what is that?”

“Clean shirt,” he said, tossing it to me. I caught it as he said, “Ya’know. Since you and Steve fucked last night.”

My eyes went as wide as saucers, mouth dropping open as I said, “How did you–”

“Bye, I love you!”

“That little shit.”

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A/N 2: hi, friends! okay, so, i just wanted to let anyone know that was curious while reading what the word area means in this type of fic. i used the word area because that’s what i describe to my daughter about the body part her and i share. i know that actually teaching her that we have a vagina is important, but she’s 5.5 years old, and that’s just my parenting style. if she has any questions about it when she gets older and hears the word, then i’ll let her know that we have a vagina. but enough with my little rant. let me know what you thought about this! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Notes: i saw a post in the steve harrington x reader tag that said if you’re gonna write a smut where s.h x reader get caught doing the nasty, don’t let it be one of the younger s.t. characters. let it be like a parent or something. and i totally agree with that. so, from here on out, all my smut fics will not have dustin or one of other kids walking in on s.h. x reader having wrestle time. at the end, dustin says he knows about s.h. x reader having sex. he called robin and coerced it out of her, lol. THAT’S how he knows.

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"Thanks..." you took the cash from his hands. It was a little awkward seeing people from school outside of school. At least it's not a teacher. You thought. When you looked back up at his face he gave you a awkward smile, you smiled back and turned around. There was silence, well not really, since you were in a busy Burger King at seven o' clock on a friday night. The silence was between the two of you. "Could this line be any slower." you mumbled. "Hey, aren't you a cheerleader at Hawkins High?" You ignored him and moved forward with the rest of the line. "Hellooo." there was a tap on your shoulder. "Ten dollar girllll." You finally turned around, "Yes?" He smiled. "You know. Its rude to ignore people." You rolled your eyes, "did you need something?" The line started moving again, you stepped forward then turned back around. "Yeah, aren't you a cheerleader at Hawkins High?" You nodded. "I thought I knew you from somewhere!" He smiled. "I don't think we have ever talked before, but I do know your name." You raised your eyebrow. "Well, let's hear it" you crossed your arms. "Y/N... Carver?" He said with a little doubt. "Congratulations! You got it right." You both smiled. You turned around to step forward. "Now do you know my name?" you heard from behind you, you turned back around. "Yes I do!" You said proudly, "Mike Wheeler!" You smiled, "Hey! You got it right!" You turned around to move forward again but this time it was your turn to order. "Welcome to Burger King, what could I get for you today?" Asked the employee. "Oh uhm, just a hamburger with fries." you said. "Really! Just a Hamburger!? Thats sooo basic." He laughed. You turned around, "Oh yeah? Well what are you getting Mr. Fancy Pants!?" Really Mr. Fancy Pants, yeah nice insult Y/N. What am I? Five? You thought. "Im getting the Whopper of course!" "The Whopper!? Oh so thats not basic!?" "No, of course The Whopper isn't basic!" "The Whopper is so basic." Your bickering went on until your food was ready. You handed the employee your dollar bill and took your to go back. "Enjoy your Whopper, Wheeler" You said as you walked away. "And you enjoy your basic burger!" He shouted.

After you exited the Burger King you checked your watch, 7:20. You were in Burger King for twenty minutes!? You saw Jason and Chrissy walk out of a shop with bags, you were relived they didn't leave you, even though it had only been twenty minutes. Dramatic much. You went and found a table in the middle of the food court and sat down. you opened up your bag and got out your hamburger and fries. "basic? its not basic." You said under your breath. Jason walked over to you. "Come on we're leaving." He said. "Already!? its only been twenty minutes!" You said annoyed. "Well unless you want to hitch hike home, I suggest you get in the car." You groaned and got up from the table. You put your stuff back in the bag and walked away. On your way out you saw Mike. He waved and started coming over. You shook your head and pointed at Jason, if he came over there Jason would probably pick on him, call him a freak, or something like that. So after you pointed to Jason he got the message and walked away. You looked at Jason, "Why do we have to leave so early?" He looked back at you, "Because Chrissy has to be home early today, and we got all we needed." He said and kept walking.

When You got home you were able to eat your burger in peace. While you did you watched whatever game Jason had on the television. He yelled at the game. Well there goes your peace. You finished your burger as fast as possible so you could go to your room where Jason wasn't screaming about a basketball game. Once upstairs you decided to listen to some music on your walkman. (Tears for Fears, Guns N' Roses, AC/DC, Madonna, Kiss, whatever you like.) You slowly drifted off to the sound of your walkman playing music.

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Savage Sunset Chapter 3S

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OK I lied. I can't actually go on hiatus. I should be writing serious stuff for school. But I'm not. I'm writing about my tragic white-haired sadboy vampire OC. (This is my tragic white-haired sadboy vampire OC. There are many like it, but this one is mine.)

Here is the corresponding chapter in the complementary story.

Content warnings for this chapter: Nonconsensual bondage/restraint/being trapped, gag/muzzle

“Christ alive,” said Ari, stretching her stiff legs out. “Babe, you have got to start speeding or we’re never going to get there before the earth falls into the sun.” She opened the door of the newly parked van and pivoted to sit side-saddle, giving herself as much room as possible.

“Sure, Ari, let’s get pulled over for speeding with a vampire locked in the back of the car. That’ll go over real great.” Lex circled the van, tousling Ari’s hair and almost regretting it when her hand scraped against the gel-stiffened spikes Ari had fashioned her mop into. “I’ll be right back.”

They’d spent more of this day driving than actually hunting vampires. Not really an effective use of their time, but oh well. Lex was anxious to get back to the hunter’s base of operations–maybe there, they could start figuring out some answers.

She walked around the rest stop aimlessly for a few minutes before ordering something from Burger King and bringing it back out.

She took a moment to peer into the back of the van and made eye contact with their captive for the briefest moment, before he deferentially averted his gaze. She found herself feeling bad once again. Her heart was softer than Ari’s–she didn’t like to see suffering, even if it was from a monster. But they couldn’t be expected to just leave him loose. For all they knew, he was a horrible killer…like most vampires. They had no reason to believe otherwise.

But, still. She felt bad, seeing him so scared and sad. Maybe they could figure something out.

She came around and into the driver’s seat again. She tossed the bag onto Ari’s lap, putting the drinks into the cupholders. “Holding down the fort okay?”

“Yep,” said Ari. “Ugh, did you get me diet at least?”

“If you don’t want it, I’ll drink it,” said Lex, starting the car. “It’s lemonade. It’s good.”

Ari picked at the drinks. “Don’t suppose we’ve got anything red for our friend back there.”

“Hardy-har. Check if anyone’s coming from the outbound, I can’t see the road with that truck parked there.”

Ari helped navigate as they swung back onto the interstate.

“How’s your leg?” said Lex.

“I mean. Still busted as fuck. The nose?”

“I mean. Still broken. Do we have any ice packs left?”

“Nope. Just water packs.”

Lex sighed. According to the GPS, it was still an hour drive. She didn’t want to stop at the hospital with their prisoner in the back, but God did it hurt.

Ari’s hand gently rubbed her arm. “We’ll be there soon enough. I know you’re tough.”

They held their hands together on the stick shift, occasionally giving each other small kisses and letting the other bitch about whatever was on their mind.

There was a sound. At first Lex thought it was coming from Ari, but she glanced over and saw Ari sitting there completely silently. In fact, Ari’s head was tilted in confusion, as though she heard it too.

“Oh, hell,” Ari muttered, when the sound increased in volume and it became obvious their captive in the back was wordlessly crying, sad whimpers choking out.

Ari twisted and leaned back. “Hey.”

“Be nice,” Lex whispered. “There’s no reason to be mean.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” Ari muttered under her breath, then raising her voice again: “Look at me.”

Lex couldn’t see, but apparently the vampire had complied. Ari continued, “Are you in pain?” Silence for a moment. “Hey. You’re making sounds that sound like you’re being hurt somehow. Is the bare silver touching you?”

Further silence. “Just nod your head if it is. I’ll come fix it.”

“He’s probably just scared,” Lex said.

Ari stared back hard at the vampire. She turned back around and crossed her arms. “Whatever it takes to make him shut up.”

Oh no, be careful Ari, you almost cared about someone other than me. Then everyone might know you’re not actually a heartless bitch.

Lex put a soft hand on top of Ari’s. Ari grumpily held her hand, seemingly determined to be sour no matter what.

They passed the rest of the trip with nothing but the car radio. Normally what Lex would do in this situation would be to endlessly pester the person in the car she didn’t know anything about with personal questions, but…

They were able to make it back to the base of operations before the sunset, which was always a relief. Lex felt comforted at the sight of it–it was an impressive three-story house, which had been repurposed by the group. The most noticeable aspect of it was the silver-coated bars covering the windows, something a lot of people might find foreboding, but this close to the border, even many civilian houses had them.

They pulled into the driveway, nosing up as close to the house as they could. Lex turned the car off, the engine dying into silence, and they both just sat there for a minute, slumping against their seats, injuries throbbing.

“I keep saying we should get a carphone in this thing,” said Lex. “It would be so convenient. We could just call whoever was inside to come help us.”

“We are not getting a carphone,” Ari said. “Those things are expensive as hell.” Ari nudged Lex with her foot. “Go on, I’ll watch Nosferatu. It was fine when you visited the burger monarch.”

Lex rolled her eyes. “Fiiiine.”

The van dipped as she got out, slamming the door behind her. Ari watched her walk off, and in the newly fallen silence, strangulated keening from the back filled the cabin.

Ari sighed, leaning against the window. “I know, buddy, me too.”

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Talking to the Dead

Imagine your sister calling in a favor, only to find out said favor is for the vampire sheriff of Louisiana.

Words: 6.3K Author's Note: I am not Bill's biggest fan, nor am I Eric/Sookie's biggest fan either. That said, this takes place AFTER all damn drama with King Bill. Eric still runs Fangtasia alongside Pam and Sookie still works under Sam at Merlotte's. They're friends. That's it.

Eric sits behind his desk, the bottom half of his face covered in blood as Pam files her nails. She had been going through Fangtasia's books when she realized the money wasn't adding up and that some of their product was missing. So when Tara brought forward those responsible in making sure Fangtasia was up to date with their taxes and everything, Eric called in a favor from Sookie to get a read on them. Only Eric lost his temper and killed the two men, leaving thousands of his money stashed somewhere only the dead knew of now.

The office door opens and Sookie stumbles inside, still in her Merlotte's uniform. She takes one look at Eric and sighs. "Did you have to kill them? I just wasted a trip out here, Eric Northman."

"How tragic," he deadpans. "You wasted about five dollars in gas, meanwhile I'm still out of thousands, Miss Stackhouse."

"Don't you take that tone with me, Mister!"

Pam snorts. "Shame your little fae powers don't allow you to speak to the dead," she drawls. "That would really come in handy right about now." Sookie opens her mouth to defend her still untrained powers, only to pause and snap her mouth shut. Immediately that catches both vampires' attention and Pam leans forward, interest piqued. "Have you been holding out on us, Tinkerbell?"

"No." Sookie scoffs, suddenly overcome with wariness. "But I, uh, I might know someone who-"

"No." Eric cuts her off. "No witches."

"She's not a witch," Sookie says. "Y/N is, um, she's my sister."

Eric freezes before he leans forward in his chair. "There's a third Stackhouse? How come we never learned of this?"

Sookie sighs and drops onto the couch. She shrugs. "Y/N's powers manifested a lot earlier than mine did and they.. well it drove her crazy. She was in and out of the hospital, and the death of our parents didn't do her any favors. She started rebelling at seventeen and drank herself into oblivion. Constantly."

Pam hums. "Sounds like my kind of girl."

Sookie frowns at her before looking back at Eric. "She's actually due for a visit tomorrow. I'll bring her by."

"How are you so sure she'll do this for us? If I recall correctly, you did not come peacefully," Eric muses.

Sookie rolls her eyes. "Y/N is a free spirit. If I hadn't told you she was my sister, you wouldn't have known we were twins."

"Twins?" Eric seems to perk up, eyes lighting up, and this time it's Pam's turn to roll her eyes.

Sookie scoffs. "Don't be gross. We'll be by after my shift tomorrow."

Finding an Uber into Bon Temps after the sun had set was almost impossible, but fortunately you found someone who was willing to make the trip. You knew Louisiana had become a vampire hotspot, but you didn't know people had found traveling in the state quite so fearsome.

You don't have much on you, with the exception of a small suitcase holding a few change of clothes, so you opt to be dropped off at Merlotte's rather than your childhood home. And upon exiting the car after making sure your payment went through, you grab your suitcase by the handle and walk towards the entrance. A few whispers attempt to reach out to you, but you shake off the echoes of death and march on.

There's only a handful of locals inside Merlotte's, but the no-good nosy folk still all stop to see who's entering their local establishment. Inside, the whispers get louder, but you reign in your control and shake your head clear. What the hell happened here that there are so many echoes?

"Do my eyes deceive me or is that my favorite Stackhouse?"

You're already grinning as you find the source of the comment, grin widening as Sam's familiar handsome self makes his way towards you. "Come on, Sam. We all know who your favorite Stackhouse really is?"

He laughs as he opens his arms for a hug and you drop your suitcase to step into his embrace. "Jason's bragging again, isn't he?"

You huff a laugh and pinch his side, the two of you not speaking of all the years he spent pining after your sister. "So where is my twin?" You ask as you pull back and roll your eyes when Sam readily picks up your suitcase.

You follow him to the bar as he says, "She's taking a call in the back. Want me to let her know you're here?"

"Nah, but can you put in an order for me? I miss Lafayette's burgers."

"Sure thing, chère. What do you want?"

"Cheeseburger with everything, cut the onions. Extra ketchup. Fries. And whatever beer you have on tap."

Sam chuckles as he's already pouring your beer. "So the usual." You grin as he slides your glass across the bar. "I'll be back."

Taking a seat on the stool there at the bar, you grab your glass and sip at the ice cold beer. It feels so good sliding down your throat that the sip turns into a gulp, and before you know it half the glass is gone. Needing a breath, you set the glass down and inhale deeply. As you exhale, you burp, and then take a moment to stretch in your seat while glancing around. A few people are still staring and murmuring far too low to their companions for you to hear, so instead you raise an eyebrow at them- challenging them to say their opinion out loud. None of them do and you scoff an amused laugh before drinking the rest of your beer.

Sam reappears. "Long flight?" He takes your glass and refills it.

"Flight was fine. It's the people of Bon Temps who annoy the shit out of me." Sam frowns, but you shrug off his concern as he quickly glances around at those in his establishment. You're well aware of what everyone thinks of you and Sookie thanks to Sookie's abilities, and you're grateful you didn't quite get the same ability as her. If you had to hear every living being's thoughts on top of the dead's, you'd have permanently committed yourself long ago.

"Well I talked to your sister in the back. She said she'll be right out."

"That's fine." Accepting your second glass of beer, you smile gratefully at Sam before taking another drink.

"Girl, I knows you ain't tryin' to eat my food without saying hello."

You turn on your stool, one knee crossed over the other as you beam at the cook. "Lafayette!" He approaches with your plated cheeseburger and a basket of fries, setting them in front of you before pulling you into a hug. "I wouldn't have left without saying hello. I just wanted my food first."

"'Course you did," he muses. "How long you here for, little Stackhouse?"

"Um, I'm kind of between jobs at the moment," you sheepishly admit. You quickly grab a fry and pop it into your mouth. "I'll probably stick around until I can find something or Sookie kicks me out."

Lafayette swats you with his dish towel. "You know damn well Sook won't kick you out. That sister of yours misses you lots. She's been talkin' nonstop about your visit."

"If you need a job, chère, I'll be happy to give you one."

You pop another fry into your mouth, grinning over at Sam. "Lord knows you can barely handle one Stackhouse, Sam. No way in hell you can two- three if Jason is around as much as I'm assuming." Sam opens his mouth to retort, but a shriek cuts him off. It's Sookie and she barrels right into your side. "Jesus Sook," you laugh. "Warn a girl."

As you and Sookie quickly catch up (she's all for you staying as long as you need), more patrons enter Merlotte's and Lafayette's forced back into the kitchen. Jason and his best friend Hoyt walk in, so you walk over to join them as Sookie gets back to work also.

Jason is glad Sookie won't be in the house all on her own since he has his own place and Hoyt is just glad to see all the Stackhouses together once again. You finish your cheeseburger and fries there at the table with them, along with three glasses of beer and two shots courtesy of your brother who wanted to properly celebrate your homecoming.

Jason and Hoyt leave, you waving them off when they asked if you wanted a ride home. Sookie's shift is just about over and you remember her asking if you could wait for her because she wanted to take you someplace. So when Sookie comes out from the back to collect you from the bar, you're slightly swaying on your stool as you grin at her.

"Are you drunk?" She incredulously asks. "Y/N, I need you level headed."

"Ooohhh," you coo and reach out to bop her on the nose. "And just what do I need to be level headed for, sis?"

"Can you walk?" She asks instead. You laugh and nod, hopping off the stool and giving yourself a moment to make sure the room isn't tilting. She sighs. "That's good enough for me. Come on. A friend of mine needs a favor." She walks behind the bar to collect your suitcase and a bottle of water from the small refrigerator under the bar. "Bye, Sam! See you later!" She then calls out as she leads you down a hall. You hear Sam's muffled reply from one door in particular and then Sookie's leading you out the back exit and towards her car.

Outside she opens the passenger door to her small yellow Honda Civic that looks newer than the last time you saw it, and tosses your suitcase in the backseat. She pushes you down onto the passenger seat and holds the water bottle out to you. "Drink."

You take the bottle without a word, twist off the cap, and start to guzzle the water as she shuts the door and walks around the car to the driver's side door. You only get half of it down before needing to breathe. "What.. am I.. guzzling water for?" You ask in between breaths.

As Sookie starts up her car, she casts a wary glance your way before looking back to where she's driving. "Shreveport. We're going to Fangtasia. The owner of the bar needs you to listen to some echoes."

"Fangstasia?" Your brow furrows as you try to wrack your brain about why that sounds so familiar. A moment later, however, the answer comes to you and you groan. "First off, I can overlook the vampire bar. What I can't overlook is that of all people to tell our secret to, you chose vampires. Vampires! Do you know we're like crack to them?"

"I'm sorry, okay! I got involved with them a while back, which is a mistake that I can admit now, but Eric actually tried helping me in his own way. Somewhat. We've become friends."

"Sookie." You groan again. Your sister pouts and you decide to keep quiet, sipping on your water and wishing it were something stronger. "So what does this Eric know about me listening to echoes?"

"Nothing really," she says. "I know how you like your privacy, so last night was the first time I mentioned that I even had a sister." You grin, not hurt at all by her not mentioning you to others. "I just said that you could listen in on the dead. They don't know about anything else."

"Good. I like to keep 'em on their toes." Sookie snorts at your all too amused expression. "And besides, I learned a new trick! I can't wait to test it out."

Your sister glances between you and the road, her smile faltering. "Are you- are you sure you're okay to do this? I know how it can get when you're not truly focused."

"We're on the road." You giggle. "No turning around now."

This time it's Sookie's turn to groan. "I knew I should have asked beforehand. Now the night's gonna end with one of us pinned to a wall."

"Oooh. Kinky."

The rest of the drive is painfully quiet, with the exception of some gospel music station Sookie has playing on low. You're humming a completely different song under your breath, right arm hanging out the window and letting the humid air rush over the skin of your arm. Thankfully the drive isn't too long and Sookie is soon pulling into the parking lot with a building partially decorated with neon red lights. The outside of Fangtasia is not what you expected, but seeing the line of both human and vampires in their scantily clad outfits makes you excited to see what's going on inside.

You're practically bouncing in your seat as Sookie parks and she can't help but grin at your apparent excitement. "Get it all out now," she says. "You won't be smilin' the closer you get to the buildin'. Not while you're half drunk."

"Shut up and let's go!"

Sookie fondly rolls her eyes and the two of you simultaneously pull down the sun visors to check yourselves in the small mirrors provided. Happy with your reflections, the two of you climb out of the vehicle. As your sister comes around to your side, you hook your arm through hers and the two of you head for the building.

Instead of heading straight to the back of line, Sookie leads you directly to Fangtasia's bouncer and ignores the grumbled displeasures of those waiting in line to get in. It takes you a few seconds to recognize the dark skinned female checking ID's, but when she turns to greet Sookie and her eyes widen upon seeing you, you grin. "What's cookin', good lookin'?"

"Oh Lord," Tara muses. "Eric's gonna murder the both of y'all."

Sookie huffs and she holds you back as you attempt to poke at Tara's abdomen. "Who put him in a bad mood now?"

Tara shrugs as she swats your hand away. "It's Eric. He's always in a bad mood unless he's balls deep in some fang-banger."

Your sister ew's and you grin, clearly impressed, until Sookie elbows you. Tara just chuckles and gestures inside. "Go on in. You know where to find him. See you later, Y/N."

"Lookin' forward to it." Sookie drags you inside and the second you step foot in the darkened hallway, you sway on your feet as pressure builds up in your head. "Wait, wait, wait." You step aside to lean against the wall, shaking your head clear and trying to build up mental walls. When you catch a glimpse of your sister, you see her smiling sadly at you and are grateful she doesn't gloat about being right. "This is why I don't hang around vampires much," you murmur. "So much death."

"Sorry. I know I should have asked beforehand, but I didn't want to give you a chance to say no. Eric's annoying when he doesn't get what he wants."

"Yeah, yeah." You wave her off, close your eyes, and take a few deep breaths. Once you feel a bite more settled, you push off the wall and meet your sister's gaze. "Okay. I'm ready."

Entering the main part of the club you can't help but look around in wide-eyed wonder. While most would think you were awe, you actually weren't and instead bit back the comment about how ridiculously cliché the establishment is. Everything is in blacks and reds, vampires in leather or electrical tape are dancing on poles, and the humans reek of desperation.

"Huh. No one's on the throne," Sookie muses.

You glance towards a raised platform, eyes lighting up at the sight of two actual thrones. Sookie's grip on your arm, however, stops you from attempting to go up there. "At least buy me a drink before we meet Mr. Scary Vampire." You pout.

"Nope." She starts marching away from the bar and towards a back hallway. "You're drunk enough already. You can have one at home when we're done here."

"Boo. You're no fun."

Sookie stops right outside a black door and impatiently knocks. You grin at her already huffy attitude and then walk in behind her as soon as someone permits entrance. The office is very plain, with the exception of a blood red couch off to the side and the two vampires behind the desk, and you frown as Sookie guides you towards a black leather chair and pushes you down into it.

"So this is the mysterious Stackhouse." The blonde male drawls.

You drag your gaze from your sister to the vampire in question and sit a little straighter in your seat as a lazy smile stretches across your lips. "And you're the mysterious vampire I've only heard about an hour ago." You then look at your sister. "Please tell me you banged this one."

There are simultaneous snorts from behind the desk and Sookie exhales roughly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Eric. Pam, this is my sister Y/N. She might be a little drunk."

"Just a little," you muse, giggling.

"Well at least we know who the fun Stackhouse is."

You perk up again, putting one finger on the tip of your nose and pointing at Pam who's smirking at you with the other hand. "And don't you forget it."

"As amusing as this is," Eric drawls again, "I need a favor. Are you capable of doing what your sister claims you can do?"

"I wouldn't be here if I couldn't." You smirk. The smirk falters however as you feel a chill slide across the back of your neck. You still and slowly glance over your shoulder, whispers you hadn't been listening to earlier getting louder. You wince and turn back around, strengthening your shields. A moment passes before you clear your throat and say, "But I have two conditions before I start."

Eric and Pam had been watching you closely, intrigued the second Sookie held up her hand to stall their questions when they noticed you zone out and stare at the corner of the room. "Money is no issue," Eric then says.

"Pft. I don't want money."

"Y/N!" Sookie reprimands. "You're in between jobs. Take the money."

Without looking at your sister, you wave your hand at your sister to get her to shut up. You know you've done your job when she swats your hand so you continue speaking to Eric. "First condition, no biting! I don't care how delicious I smell. No gnawing on the tiny little gremlin."

Pam's lips stretch into a wide smile whereas Eric's lips faintly twitch. "And the second?"

"I get free drinks from the bar whenever I'm here."

"Deal."

"Yes!"

"You're such an idiot," Sookie mutters.

You look to your sister, bouncing in your seat in excitement. "Joke's on Dracula. I'm gonna be in Bon Temps for the foreseeable future. That's a lot of free drinks for me. Suck it, Pixie."

"Oohh. I like this mouth breather. Can we please keep her?"

You meet Pam's gaze and wink. "As beautiful as you are, sweet stuff, you are so not my type."

Her left eyebrow raises as she's still clearly amused. "Because I'm a vampire?"

"Nah. Because you're female," you say. "I can appreciate a hot as fuck lady when I see one, but I still prefer cock."

"Okay!" Sookie nearly shouts as she stands up. Eric beams at your drunken blunt attitude. "We're here so Y/N can find out where your money is and we're way off topic. Can we please get on with it so I can get her home?"

You snort. "Prude." Sookie slaps the back of your arm and you squeal, slapping her arm back. You glare at her until her lips twitch and then you're back to giggling, looking back toward the vampires. "So let's do it. Do you have anything of the dead guy I'm supposed to be listening for? It'll make it easier to listen in on him."

Pam shrugs. "His blood is still in the dungeon. Will that work?"

"Gross, but yeah. Lead the way."

As soon as you stand, the voices amp up and you sway at the sudden onslaught of voices. You grit your teeth and tune them out, nodding at Eric who had stilled to keep an eye on you. He gestures to follow after Pam and you do, Sookie and Eric following behind you. Pam makes a beeline for the stage of thrones, but before you can follow there's a hand gripping your wrist and leading you towards a door behind the bar.

You're led down into a dimly lit dungeon behind Eric and you can't help the next words that leave your mouth. "It's always such a let down when the dungeon is actually a dungeon and not a sex dungeon."

Eric turns around to stare at you with a leering gaze and Sookie groans. "Been in a lot of dungeons?"

"Not really." You shrug and walk towards the back of the room where there are metal poles sticking up from the concrete floor. Chains hang from each of them and you shiver as your fingers run over them, the metallic rattling immediately tuning you in to the whispers. Subtly shaking your head, you look towards Sookie. "You know the drill."

She nods, pulling small orange styrofoam plugs from her pocket. "If it looks like you're struggling, plug my ears. Or get out."

"Bingo." You grin at your sister before looking at Eric. "If it gets bad, I expect you to vamp speed her little butt outta here."

"And how would I know what bad looks like?"

"Oh you'll know," Sookie mutters.

Grinning one last time at Sookie and Eric, you turn back towards where Eric obviously chains up those who end up on his bad side. So touching the chains again, you let the rattling and whispers overcome your senses.

"..dangerous. Need to leave."

"..bad place. I just want to go home."

"Stupid fuckin' vampers."

The room turns hazy and silhouettes walk to and from around the basement. You stare at them, letting the voices come and go until you find the one you're looking for.

"..so screwed. Never should have done it." Your gaze zeroes in on the silhouette, watching it pace back and forth. "It was just a little money. Pocket change."

"Never gonna find it. Calm down. We're already dead."

You listen a bit more to their whining, hoping for anything useful when a loud dry sob pierces the air. You wince and whirl around to spot the source of noise.

"Did she- can she hear us?"

"If she can then she can tell that goddamn vamper where his stuff is." You whirl back around, gasping at the too close silhouette. "Hello." A chill rushes through you and your too tense muscles seem to relax as a haze takes over your mind.

"Y/N? You good?" Sookie asks. She warily glances around, she and Eric both noticing the atmosphere in the room thickening.

"Hm?" Your eyes blink rapidly as if clearing your vision. "Yeah. All good," you hear yourself saying.

"Well what did you find out?" Eric asks.

You feel your head turning left and right as if taking in your surroundings before you turn around and walk towards the wall where more chains are hanging. Eric growls at being ignored and Sookie quietly assures him that this is normal. Reaching for a chain, you feel your hand gliding along one chain and picking it up, caressing a metal stake at the end of it.

"Y/N," Sookie cautiously calls out. "What are you doing?"

Getting a good grasp on the stake in one hand, you turn around and smile at Eric- a chilling smile that immediately sets Sookie on edge and lets even Eric know that something is off. "Fuck your money. You're never gonna get it, you dead piece of shit."

"Y/N, don't!" Sookie screams as your arm suddenly thrusts the stake towards the side of your neck, only to stop mere centimeters from the intended target.

Sookie gasps and Eric raises an eyebrow in surprise. "Are her eyes supposed to completely white over?"

"Well she did mention learning a new trick." Sookie nervously shifts beside Eric and they watch you slowly come back to yourself, expression hardening.

Eyes completely white, you stare straight ahead as you lower your hand without any resistance from the spirits. "You dead fucks try that shit again and I will obliterate your fuckin' souls, and mark every soul in your goddamn family. Do I make myself clear?" You seethe. The dungeon gets chilly before the tension seems to suddenly dwindle. The whispers amp up before completely dying out and you stand a little taller. "Good. Now where is the money?"

Eric and Sookie patiently watch Y/N as she lazily glances back and forth before the white recedes from her eyes. Her shoulders sag and she meets Eric's gaze. "That Rafael guy had a building he was renovating over on.. over on.." she trails off, brow furrowing as she tries to collect her thoughts.

"I know of it," Eric says.

She sighs. "Well the money's in the wall on the second floor. Happy demolishing."

Then like a puppet with its strings cut, Y/N collapses right before their very eyes.

- - - - - - - - - -

A pounding at your temples is what wakes you and you groan as your eyes flutter open. You're apparently still at Fangtasia, back in Eric's plain office and laying on the most uncomfortable couch you've ever laid on.

"You're awake. Good."

You begrudgingly sit up, wincing as the throbbing persists. Glancing around, you frown as you notice you and Eric are the only two in the room. "Where's my sister?"

"Miss Stackhouse couldn't bother a mere hour in my presence so she went out front to pester Tara."

"You two exes or something?"

Not even close. "No. I admit I pursued her once, but it was only to satiate my curiosity about why she smelled so divine." Bill fuckin' Compton was also a cock block of epic proportions.

You snort. "Cock block. Who is Bill and why did he cock block you from Sookie?" Eric stills and he goes quiet. You frown at him and then between one blink and the next, Eric is kneeling in front of you.

Can you hear me?

"Um, yes?" You say. A moment passes and then you realize your slip-up. You groan. "Okay, so yeah. I can't read the minds of humans, but apparently I can read the minds of vampires. It only happens when I'm at my most vulnerable and being slightly possessed makes me vulnerable."

Eric slowly smirks. "Well aren't you my new favorite Stackhouse."

You fall back against the back of the couch, groaning. "Whatever. I don't have the energy to argue with you. Just please don't tell Sookie. She gets all huffy when I can do something she can't."

Another blink and Eric is sitting beside you on the couch. "Is there a reason why you can read vampires and she can read everyone else but vampires?"

"Your guess is as good as mine." You shrug. "I eventually came to the conclusion that we're just a part of different courts. She's Light Fae and I'm Dark. She flourishes under the sun and I under the moon. I don't really know."

"Have you tried getting answers from other Fae?"

"Yeah, no. I met a member of the Fae court and that's a hard pass. Those fairy fucks can keep their imposter foods. I like this realm just fine, thank you very much."

Eric's lips twitch. "If the vampires find out about your powers, they're going to fight to put their claim on you."

"Is that your not so subtle way in trying to convince me that I should ask you for protection?"

"I'm the sheriff of this area, sweetheart. You won't be able to find anyone better suited for the job."

You huff a quiet laugh. "Keep your fangs to yourself, sweetheart. I can take care of myself."

We'll see about that.

Settling in at what was always known as Gran's house, you almost take Sam up on his offer to become a waitress or bartender at Merlotte's. But then a day after doing Eric a favor, a check arrives for you- a check worth thousands of dollars- along with an offer from Eric to work every other day at Fangtasia to read the vampires coming and going from his area.

You didn't get back to him right away, instead choosing to just keep to yourself for a bit and re-familiarize yourself with the town. And then just when you think you have a lid on things, a constant buzzing makes a home just at the back of your skull.

For days Eric tries reaching you through texts and calls, but you just don't have the patience to deal with him. The buzzing is non-stop, the echoes of the dead sound as if they're underwater, and you can't hold a conversation longer than a minute. Sookie seems to understand that you can't be around people, so she leaves you be for the most part.

Your sister is currently at work so you have the house all to yourself. You haven't been able to clear your head and the buzzing is only getting louder and louder. You're nearing your breaking point, so when there's a knock at the front door you try to ignore it.

The knocking persists so you reluctantly roll out of bed, frowning as you march downstairs and towards the front door. Through the screen door you can see Eric standing there. You scowl at him, he grins, and when you push open the door he's immediately leaning against the door jamb. "You've been ignoring me."

You sigh and cross your arms over your chest. "I haven't been feeling well. Something's.. off."

That causes his faint grin to drop. "Is it something serious?"

"I'm not sure. I just- it feels like something bad is on the way."

"Well in that case.." Eric straightens up and stares down at you. "You're going to invite me in so I can protect you-" you scoff, "-or have primal passionate sex with you. You pick."

Though your mind is on overdrive, you can't help but faintly grin at the tall vampire. "I'll take a raincheck on the sex, but if you still want to come in, then come in."

Eric smirks as he crosses the threshold of the house and you shake your head at him before turning around and leading him to the living room. You take a seat in the corner of the couch, curling up with a pillow in your lap, and Eric sits on the middle seat to be as close to you as possible. "How long have you been feeling like this?"

"Few days now," you tell him. "There's this.. buzz. It's constant and it just keeps getting louder and louder."

"And the voices?"

"Muffled. No matter how much I concentrate, I can't hear them clearly. It's like they're trying to tell me something, but I can't tune in to the right station. It's annoying." Eric hums in thought and you attempt to change the subject. "So what brings you down here to Bon Temps? Surely my first impression wasn't that memorable."

He smirks as his arm rests along the top of the backrest of the couch, his fingers tugging on a few pieces of your hair. "It's rare for someone to amuse me these days. And you weren't what I was expecting Sookie's twin to be."

"Between the two of us, Sookie got all the perkiness. I, uh, I got stuck with all the doom and gloom." Eric quirks an eyebrow at you and you chuckle, wincing a moment later as an lingering echo screeches in your ear. Your attention is immediately drawn towards the kitchen where you see a silhouette walk by and the buzzing amps up.

Without uttering a word, you get up and follow it.

Eric watches as Y/N laughs one moment and then in the next second her expression is completely blank and attention elsewhere. Normally he'd be offended, but after learning what he could from Sookie he knows to never bring Y/N out of a trance. So in order to protect this little fae that just continues to become more and more interesting, Eric gets up and follows Y/N through the kitchen and out the back door.

He keeps several feet between himself and Y/N, his curiosity piqued as he notices her stop in the middle of the field behind her home. She glances back and forth as if searching for something, slowly turning in a circle. She winces and stumbles back, eyes wide and heart pumping furiously. Whatever's going on, Eric's instincts suddenly kick in and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like the look of fear on Y/N's face.

One sudden stumble sends Y/N to her knees, hands clamping around her ears.

"No, no, no," you mumble. The buzzing is extremely loud now, voices are screaming but you're still unable to make out what they're saying. Rocking back and forth, you glance around and your heart sinks as you watch Eric standing there across from you. "Go. Get away. I can't-"

"What's wrong? I can help you."

You shake your head. "You can't. You need to go. Get away from me. Please."

Eric watches you and you whimper when you see his resolve strengthen. He's not going anywhere. Clenching your eyes shut against the onslaught of noise, you slam your hands down on the ground in front of you and your fingers dig into the earth. Your breaths come faster and faster, and when you can't take it anymore your eyes fly open as you open your mouth and scream.

Your scream drowns out the buzz, the voices become clearer and it's only there alongside your scream do you understand them. You don't know how long you scream for, but when you stop your throat feels raw.

"What was that?" Eric asks.

"Sookie."

He's immediately kneeling before you, fingers under your chin to tilt your face upward. "What did you say?"

"My sister. She's not- she's not safe."

"She's at work under the ever watchful eye of the shifter."

"She is. Until she walks out back to take out the trash," you say. "Please," you beg. "Just.. just go check on her."

Eric continues to hold your gaze for a moment longer before he gives you a terse nod and then stands tall. Your eyes follow him as she lifts off into the air and it's like a weight is lifted off your chest. You sob in relief, curling in on yourself with your face in your hands.

"..inside.. safer.."

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your cries immediately cease. Sniffling, you sit back up and glance around the field you're in. Hearing the chirping insects and the ruffling of tree limbs puts you at unease, so you climb to your feet and hurriedly make your way back towards the house. You don't breathe until you're inside, behind closed doors, but even then you're still a little tense and wondering if your sister is okay.

The minutes tick on by as you pace back and forth in the kitchen, and you yelp when you turn around and Eric is standing right there. You raise a fist in order to punch him, but stop halfway there and instead poke his chest as you push him back a step. "Don't do that."

He smirks. "Sookie is fine. A couple of human junkies needed some money for their next fix. The sheriff is on the way to take care of the issue."

"Thank you." You sigh. As you move aside to take a seat at the table, you glance back at Eric and see a blood trail falling from his ear. Your eyes widen and you rush towards him, uncaring about boundaries when one hand lands on his chest and the other grasping his chin to turn his face sideways. "Your ear! I told you to leave before I screamed. Why didn't you listen?" You let go of his chin and then shove him a step back as you go back to pacing.

Eric chuckles. "You've been keeping secrets. You're not just Fae, are you?"

You shrug. "I'm not really sure what I am. I only found out I was part Fae because you guys told Sookie she was. The mind reading is from Fae abilities, but the screaming-"

"The wailing is a whole different breed."

You stop pacing and face him once more. "There's only one creature that wails," you say, "but I gave up on digging into our family history a long time ago."

"You truly are a rare breed, Miss Stackhouse. Half fae, half banshee. The vampires are going to be in a tizzy over you."

You groan. "A problem is inevitable until I agree to a claim, isn't it?"

"Aren't you a smart cookie."

You scowl at Eric then, holding his gaze until you sigh. "If I say yes to a claim, can I have your word that you won't take advantage?" He smiles then and though this vampire is ridiculously good looking, you rather not be someone's pet. But alas, you know he's right. "If the offer for a job at Fangtasia is still open, I'll take it. I don't plan to leave Bon Temps anytime soon and I'm going to need the cash."

"Sweetheart, if you agree to be mine I'll give you all the cash you could want."

Your nose wrinkles. "I'm so gonna regret this." There's a faint click! as Eric's fangs appear, his eyes darkening as he readily bites into his wrist. "Don't tell my sister."

Drink up, little one. We're going to have some fun.

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