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The Purrfect Storm | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley inadvertently becomes a pet owner after he hits a stray with his Bronco. When he meets a lovely vet tech who is willing to help, both Bradley and the cat fall for her instantly.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, a bit of angst

Length: 6000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley was on his way home late from work, anxious to get there before the sky opened up. Dark, ominous clouds had just moved in, signaling a rare downpour was about to hit San Diego.

He zipped along an empty, wooded side street just as a loud crack of thunder rocked his Bronco. Then his headlights caught something gray dashing out of the trees, and he tried his best to swerve, but he was afraid he had just hit an animal.

"Damn it," he muttered, pulling over and turning on his hazard lights. He jumped out of the Bronco to see if he could spot anything in the roadway. The wind was picking up, and he could feel the first few drops of rain, but as soon as Bradley saw the gray cat that was no longer able to walk correctly, he ran toward it.

When he got closer he saw a little bit of blood matted in its fur, and he immediately felt like a villain. He also had no idea how to take care of an injured cat.

"Here kitty?" he said awkwardly as he approached the immobile animal. He was greeted with a loud, angry meow. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry I hit you. But can you just be chill while I pick you up?"

As soon as he had both hands around the middle of the cat, it sank its sharp teeth into the back of his hand.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Bradley yelled, getting pelted with more raindrops. "I'm trying to help you now, you ungrateful little shit!"

Big, angry yellow eyes looked up at him as he clamped the cat's mouth shut with one big hand and then tried to scoop it up again. This seemed to work better, so he carted it back to the Bronco and set it on the back seat floor area.

"Just relax, I know where there's a veterinary clinic," he told it with an eye roll before he climbed back in and pulled away.

Bradley navigated a lot slower now that the rain was coming down. But when he pulled into the clinic parking lot, he only saw one light on inside. There was someone moving around at the front desk, so he hopped out into the pouring rain and gently held the cat with its mouth closed. He knocked on the door with his knuckle and watched the woman behind the front desk look at him a little warily before she headed toward the door.

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You were alone in the clinic with the door locked, trying to finish the weekly audit so you could leave. You always stayed late on Thursday nights, and now you were going to have to drive home in this crazy storm.

When you heard someone knocking on the door, you jumped in your seat. You tried to see who it was, but the rain was obscuring the window portion of the door, so you made your way over only to find a soaking wet man in a naval uniform holding a drenched cat.

"I'm sorry, we're closed," you told him loudly through the door.

He glared at the cat and then tilted his head back and let the rain pour on his face for a beat. Finally he groaned and looked at you with pleading eyes. "You can't do anything? I hit this cat on my way home from work!"

You sighed and looked at all of his insignia pins, including his nametag. Bradshaw. It was pretty unlikely that an officer was here to murder you, especially since a good portion of your clients were naval families. Plus, he had actually brought the injured animal here instead of leaving it in the road.

"I can take a quick look," you told him as you unlocked the door. When you opened it and finally got a good look at him, you went a little speechless. He was really tall and really muscular. And even with his brown hair wet and messy across his forehead, you could tell he was really handsome. "Come on in," you managed to say, and he slipped inside with the cat. You locked the door behind him.

"Thanks. I really appreciate this. I feel terrible enough about what happened, but this cat hates me so much right now, I'd be a little afraid to take it to my house with me in this condition."

You laughed as he winced at you, and you immediately noticed the teeth marks on the back of his hand.

"Oh, he got you good," you remarked. "Definitely doesn't like you too much at the moment. Let's see if I can get him patched up."

"It's a male?" officer Bradshaw asked as you signalled for him to follow you back to an exam room.

"Yeah, I figured he was, because he's huge. But he definitely is. I could tell when you held him up."

Bradley scoffed. "I should have known. Females are usually more accommodating towards me."

You laughed softly and said, "I'll bet they are," under your breath. But then you realized that you were the sucker who agreed to let him get his cat checked out after hours. So you definitely shouldn't be surprised.

"Up on the table," you instructed, and you watched him release the cat and take a huge step away from it. "Aww, come on. He's a sweetheart!" you said, stroking the cat and making him purr. "What did he ever do to you?"

You watched officer Bradshaw hold up his bloody hand with a bland look.

"That's totally fair since you ran him over," you said with a smirk. "And I'll look at your hand after I see how much damage there is to his leg here."

"Thank you," he muttered, reaching for a paper towel to press against his hand while he dripped water all over the floor. "I appreciate it. I'm Bradley, by the way."

You glanced at him briefly and smiled as you told him your name. "And what's the cat's name?"

Bradley just shrugged. "He doesn't have a collar, and he's pretty grungy. He's probably a stray."

"You should name him then," you said as you felt around the cat's leg with gentle fingers. It was a pretty clean break that you would be able to take care of tonight without the vet here.

"Sunshine," Bradley said sarcastically. "His name is Sunshine." You looked up at him, and he was smiling at you and the cat, his handsome features betraying his stern voice as he smiled.

"Did you hear that, Sunshine? Your daddy clearly thinks the world of you, and he's going to take the best care of your leg after I splint it."

"I am?" he asked, leaning closer to you. "Come on, doc. I can't keep this cat. He'll kill me in my sleep," he reiterated, holding up his hand and the bloody paper towel. He wasn't wearing a ring.

You laughed at the concerned look on his face. "Okay, first of all, I'm not the vet. I'm just a tech. Second, someone needs to take care of Sunshine, and I think that someone is going to be you. And third, girls dig guys who have pets. Does that help make this more appealing for you?"

He took another step closer to you, and your breath caught in your throat. He was just a few inches away and glaring playfully at you. "First of all, you seem to know what you're doing well enough, so you could have lied and told me you were the vet. Second, Sunshine here will have me sleeping with one eye open. And third, yeah, maybe that does make this more appealing to me."

Your belly swooped, and you had to bite your lip. His brown eyes were the color of deep amber up close, and his mustache made everything he said seem more playful.

"And fourth," he added, "do all women dig men who have pets? Or are you speaking from personal preference here? Either way, it does sound appealing to me."

You were gaping at him now, and a startled laugh escaped your parted lips.

Meow!

"Sorry, Sunshine," you told the cat, patting his matted, damp fur until he was calm again. "You're right. This is about you, not Bradley." You positioned yourself in front of the cat and grinned over your shoulder. "I think it's all women, but it's definitely me," you whispered with a smile. You were met with a crooked grin as Bradley pushed his damp hair back from his face.

"Good to know," he told you softly.

And now it was time to get to work. You made a mental list of all of the supplies you would need, then you turned to Bradley and reached for his good hand. He grabbed onto yours without hesitation. "Here, keep a hand on Sunshine and make sure he stays on the table," you said, running your thumb along his calloused fingers.

"Alright," he said a bit reluctantly, squeezing your hand before letting go of you and holding the cat.

"I'll be right back with everything I need for the splint."

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Bradley watched you leave the small room, and he took a second to breathe in deeply and let it out slowly. You were fucking adorable. And he was very attracted to you.

"Don't mess this up for us now," he told the cat as he waited for you to return. By the sound of things, the storm was still raging outside, but Bradley was in no hurry to leave anyway. He was still wet from the rain, and he probably looked like a mess, but it didn't matter. He'd stay here all night with you if you'd let him.

You strolled back into the room with some bandages, splints, and a weird thing covered in velcro. "This will only take a minute," you told him and Sunshine with a smile. He watched you measure the split against the cat's leg before cutting it to length. Then you set the bone in place with your fingers, gently talking the whole time so the cat would stay calm. Next you quickly wrapped the splint up tight with the bandage.

"Now I need your help," you told Bradley, and you took his hand again. "Hold this bandage just like that so I can clip it in place."

Bradley did exactly as he was told, and soon you were wrapping the velcro around everything to keep the cat's leg in one position.

"Done!"

"Impressive," Bradley remarked. Even the cat looked way calmer now as he curled up on the exam table and ate the snack you gave him.

"Okay, now let me check you out," you said, holding out your small hand and letting him rest his palm against yours. "I'll need to clean it to get a better look," you told him, gazing up at him. "Might sting a bit."

"I can handle it," he reassured you as you led him to the sink.

"I'm sure you can... Lieutenant? Is that what I'm looking at here?" you asked, nodding to the pins on his chest as you sprayed his hand with an antiseptic and dabbed at it with a cotton ball.

"Yes, ma'am. Lieutenant Bradshaw," he told you, earning a smile.

"At ease, sailor." Your gaze was playful as you looked up at him and grabbed a clean cotton ball.

"Aviator, actually," Bradley informed you.

"Oh, wow. Your daddy is fancy," you said over your shoulder to the cat who was now grooming himself on the exam table.

"I still can't believe I have a cat now," he muttered, making you laugh as you taped some sterile gauze to the back of his hand. "You should give me your number since I don't know what I'm doing. You know... just in case. You wouldn't want Sunshine to suffer in any way, would you?"

You smirked up at him as you finished taping him up. Bradley just gave you his most innocent look in return. "You're something else," you told him.

"Something good?" he asked, and he watched your lips curl into a soft smile.

A loud rumble of thunder had Sunshine standing up and hissing. "It's okay," you told him, turning to reach for him, but then the power went out, bathing everything in complete darkness.

Bradley heard a thump that sounded like Sunshine had jumped off the table, and when he reached out, the cat was no longer there.

"Oh no, he's loose somewhere in the building," you said, taking out your phone and turning on the flashlight. "Sunshine!" you called, shaking the bag of cat treats. Bradley followed you out into the hallway, but he bumped into the back of you.

"Sorry," he said, stopping himself with his hands on your shoulders.

"It's okay," you said softly as he took his hands away from you and tucked them into his wet pockets.

"Can he hurt anything? Or get hurt?" Bradley asked, looking up and down the hallway as you shone the light around.

"Aww, you sound like a concerned pet parent."

Bradley groaned. "He's growing on me, I think."

Your laughter rang out in the semi-darkness before the light went out.

"Shit, my phone died," you told him.

Bradley checked his only to find he had about ten percent of his battery left. "Mine is not far behind yours."

"Don't use it, just in case we need to call someone," you said, turning to face him. Bradley could feel your hands on his chest very briefly. "Oh, there you are," you said softly. "Come with me to the waiting room, and I'll get you some towels."

Bradley felt your fingers dance down along his arm until they tangled with his. Then you were leading him back to the front of the building. It was a little easier to see up here, as a streetlight outside provided some light.

"Don't move," you instructed softly, and Bradley could make out the shape of your profile as you turned away from him and disappeared.

He was stuck here now. He wasn't sure if he should be thankful or upset. But he couldn't leave Sunshine loose in the clinic for the night. And he supposed you were stuck here too, since you couldn't leave him here alone with his dumb cat.

Bradley saw you in the shadows when you returned. "I got you some towels and a set of scrubs you can change into. My boss is about your size."

"Thanks," he replied, taking everything from your hands. "Where should I change?"

You laughed. "It doesn't matter. I can't see you."

"What if the power comes back on?!"

You laughed harder, and Bradley loved the sound. "Go back behind my desk, and I'll turn around."

Bradley took a few steps and then slammed into a file cabinet. "Ow!"

"Oh sorry, don't hit the file cabinet," you said in a sweet voice laced with laughter.

"Don't worry. I won't." Bradley awkwardly stripped out of his damp uniform and underwear with you standing ten feet away from him. He had to peel the fabric from his skin and hang it over your chair as neatly as he could.

"So you're an aviator. What do you fly? Super Hornets? Helicopters? Comanches?" you asked as he ran one of the towels along his naked body.

"You know a lot about naval aircrafts. And to answer your question, Super Hornet." He slipped into the well worn scrubs and tied them up at the waist. They were a little snug, as was the shirt, but it was better than being wet.

"It's hard to live near Fightertown and not pick up on a few things," you told him. "You need help getting back around the file cabinet?"

"Nah, I'm good," he said, and somehow he found your hand in the darkness. And somehow you let him hold it.

You laced your fingers with his and softly said, "Maybe we should try to find Sunshine one more time? Otherwise, I think we're stuck here for the night."

Bradley silently prayed that Sunshine was tucked safely away somewhere he couldn't be found in the dark. "That's a good idea," he confirmed out loud. Because he did feel kind of bad making you stay at your workplace all night, especially since he barged in on you unannounced with the cat. "I'm sorry I've been such an inconvenience when you were just trying to be helpful."

"Don't worry about it. I'm a sucker for injured animals. And brunettes."

Jesus. Bradley had been afraid maybe you had a boyfriend or something. But now you were flirting with him again, just like you had been earlier. You were also holding his hand a little tighter. And each time you wanted to change directions, you placed your other palm on his chest.

"This is kind of fun," he murmured when you had your palm on his chest, guiding him into a different exam room.

"Is it?" you asked with a giggle.

"Yeah," he said, smiling as you pushed him where you wanted him to go. "It feels like one of those games from when you were in high school, you know? Spending time alone with a cute girl in the dark."

He could hear you exhale and feel it against his neck. You were so close to him. "Seven minutes in heaven?" you asked close to his ear.

"Yeah, seven minutes in heaven," he confirmed, grinning like a lunatic.

"I never played that in high school," you told him, letting go of his chest to feel around the exam table for the cat. "Did you?" He felt your palm come to rest on him again.

"Once or twice. But I was a real nerd back then. I just made it further with you than I ever did in high school," he admitted. Your soft laughter filled the room, and now Bradley was praying in earnest that Sunshine was very, very well hidden until the morning.

"I find it hard to believe you used to be a nerd. You're very...."

"I'm very what?" he asked as you effortlessly lured him all around the dark clinic with you.

"Sizeable," you told him as you ended up back in the hallway again.

"Sizeable?" he balked. "Did you just call me large?"

You were laughing again, and he really wished he could see your face right now. "I meant it as a compliment!" you insisted.

"Ohhh," he said, feigning ignorance. "You must have never given someone a compliment before. Here, let me show you how. You're funny, smart, and very cute."

"Thank you," you whispered, leading him into one more exam room.

"I wasn't done yet. You're also surprisingly good at navigating in the dark."

You laughed again, and your hand landed on his chest, but this time it was because you tripped and ended up pushing him up against the wall.

"I take that back, you're terrible at navigating in the dark," he whispered, keeping his fingers laced with yours and steadying you with his other hand at your waist. "Are you okay?"

This time your breathy laugh was very close to him. "You know, I was going to pretend I tripped on your cat, but I think you've just got me flustered. It's a good thing you're so sizeable, otherwise you might be splinting my leg right now."

Bradley felt your hand move up to the scars on his neck, and your fingers danced to his ear and up into his hair. He guided you a little closer so your entire body was skimming against his, and he could hear your breath hitch.

"Yeah, it's a good thing," he agreed. His eyes fluttered closed in the dark, and he instinctively found your lips with his. One chaste kiss led to another and another, your lips brushing his. You parted your lips just enough to tease his bottom lip as your fingers gently pulled through his messy hair, and Bradley felt you melt into him. His heart was beating faster now, and he wanted to push you up against the wall.

Meow!

You gently released his lips, rubbing your nose against his as you took a small step away from him. Bradley quickly laced his fingers with yours again and cleared his throat.

"That didn't sound like Sunshine," Bradley said, trying to keep you as close as possible. He sighed in relief as your palm found its way to his chest again.

"It wasn't," you whispered. "There's a cat in a kennel in the back room. Let's go check on her."

So Bradley followed your lead to the end of the hallway, his heart still beating a little fast.

"This is Ginger," you told him, guiding him over to a large cage. He could barely make out the cat inside with the scant light coming through the window.

"What's wrong with her?" Bradley asked, kneeling down to get a better look.

You sighed, never releasing his hand. "Her owner, if you can even call him that, didn't bring her here in time after she had a broken leg. You're really a very good pet daddy to Sunshine, even though you are clearly reluctant." You squeezed his hand.

"What's going to happen to Ginger?" he asked, reaching his fingers through the cage to pet her fur. She meowed and nudged his fingers with her head.

"Not sure yet. Her owner won't sign the paperwork for us to re break and try to set her leg correctly. He also won't agree to pay for medical care. I tried to kidnap her, but my boss wouldn't let me."

Bradley gave the cat one last scratch and stood up. "What if I steal her, and you pretend like you have no idea what happened to her?"

You giggled again and pulled him closer to you. "Oh, I like that idea. I also like the idea of you having two cats. That's adorable."

Bradley was grinning in the darkness. "I like being adorable."

You just hummed and whispered, "I think we're stuck here for the night." He could feel your breath on his neck again. "There's a loveseat in the breakroom. One of us can sleep on that."

"You take it. I can sleep on the floor."

You started to lead him in the direction of the breakroom, but it was very dark in there. He could barely see anything.

"Maybe we could share it?" you asked so softly, Bradley was afraid he might have misheard.

"Okay....we can share it," he replied, and he sat down hard as you guided him over to the small sofa. His heart was beating a little faster again as he blindly tried to move the loose pillow against the armrest, and then he was reaching for you.

You were laughing softly. "How do you want to do this?"

Bradley's heart was hammering now. He wanted to kiss you again. "However you want." With a palm against his chest, you pushed him back against the pillow on the armrest, and he stretched himself out on his back across the loveseat. It was uncomfortable, and his feet were hanging way off the far end, but as soon as you eased yourself down against him, everything felt perfect.

"Is this okay?" you asked next to his ear as you kind of wedged yourself up against the back of the loveseat with your body halfway on top of his. Your chest was pressing against his, and Bradley could feel your leg come to rest between his knees.

"Yes," he managed, his voice coming out raspier. "Is this okay?" he asked, wrapping his hand around your waist.

You answered with a soft hum and let your palm rest against his chest like you had been doing all night. Oh no. He liked you. This felt too good, and Bradley probably wouldn't make it through the night with his heart intact. But he let you snuggle up against him in the pitch black room.

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You weren't really sure if this was a good idea, but your night had taken a turn for the better when Bradley and Sunshine arrived, so you decided to just go with it.

"Are you comfy?" you asked him, and you felt the deep rumble of his voice against your cheek and hand.

"Very. Are you warm enough?"

If anything, you were too warm, pressed up against him like this. His body temperature was hot, and so was he. Bradley had managed to get you pretty giddy by this point, after sharing just a few kisses. The thing you couldn't understand was how comfortable you felt with him already. You'd just met him, and now you were both spending the night in the clinic together, but you weren't nervous or wary of him.

"I'm beginning to think Sunshine premeditated this whole thing," he told you with a soft laugh. "Because I've been looking for a while, and I've never met anyone like you."

You bit your lip and angled your face toward his. "What does that mean, Lieutenant Bradshaw?"

You could feel his hand tighten a little bit on your waist at your use of his rank. "It means I like you. A lot. And I'm desperately trying not to be creepy, because we're kind of stuck here together since the power is out and we can't find my cat, but I'm hoping you like me too."

In an instant, you let your lips connect with his again as you eased yourself a bit further up his body. As your fingers stroked along his cheek and up into his hair, you pulled your lips away from his and said, "I do."

But as soon as the words were out of your mouth, Bradley was luring your lips back to his lips. He was so big and strong, but his kisses were soft, and his hands were undemanding against your lower back. He let you take the lead, never making you feel like you were trapped on the loveseat with him.

So you let yourself indulge in the sensation of his mustache against your skin and his legs tangled with yours. When you tugged your fingers through his hair, he groaned softly into your mouth, and you smiled against his lips.

"Are you going to let me have your number?" he asked as you pulled away a few inches to catch your breath.

You pressed your lips to his cheek and said, "Probably."

"Damn, what do I have to do to get a solid yes?" he asked, and you could tell he was smiling.

"Tell me more about yourself," you whispered.

"I can do that," Bradley replied, running the tip of his nose along your cheek. So he told you all about his job, which sounded extremely exciting. He didn't tell you much about his family, other than he was pretty much alone. And he told you about his friends, who all sounded like a riot.

"Sounds like you only have one thing missing in your life," you whispered against his neck.

"A girlfriend?" he asked, brushing his lips against your forehead.

You had to bite your lip to keep from squealing. "I was going to say a cat," you told him.

"Nah, Sunshine already took care of that, wherever he is. Tell me about you."

Bradley asked all the right questions at all the right times as you told him about yourself. He didn't think it was weird that you had a deaf, three-legged dog. He seemed to like that you volunteered at the animal shelter. And he invited you to get a drink with him at some bar called the Hard Deck tomorrow night.

You yawned and snuggled against his neck, whispering, "I think I would like that." And soon you were falling asleep in his arms.

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Your pillow never felt this warm and comfortable. And why hadn't your alarm gone off? It was so bright in here, it must be time to get up for work.

You stretched your arms just as you heard, "Good morning," whispered in a very raspy voice.

"Oh!" you gasped, your eyes suddenly open, wide awake. You were staring at Bradley as he smiled hesitantly back at you. "You're so handsome. I was beginning to think I had imagined how you looked before the power went out."

He just laughed and seemed to take that as his cue to run his fingers along your arm. "That was a fun sleepover. Don't usually get to wake up with anything cute draped across me."

"Oh, Sunshine will remedy that, I'm sure," you said teasingly, letting your lips brush against his. Bradley was instantly smiling.

Then you heard some purring from the doorway. "Speak of the devil," Bradley whispered. "Come here, Sunshine. We were looking for you."

But he just purred louder and louder. "He's probably hungry. I need to feed Ginger anyway, so I'll feed him too."

You peeled yourself off of Bradley and got another good look at him as he lounged back against the arm of the loveseat. You giggled, because he was way too big for the piece of furniture, and the scrubs you gave him were a little small.

"What?" he asked, looking kind of smug.

"Nothing. But you need to get up before my boss comes in," you said, biting your lip and turning toward Ginger's kennel. But a loud knock on the front door had you panicking. Your boss would have just let himself in. "I'm going to check to see who it is."

"Want me to come with you?" Bradley asked, instantly at your back.

But you were looking up through the front window, and you immediately recognized Ginger's owner. "No, I'll be okay," you grumbled, straightening your scrubs as you headed toward the waiting room.

You unlocked the door and let him inside, fully aware that nobody seemed to care when your office hours actually started. "We actually don't open for another hour, but if you're here to sign the paperwork for us to try to fix Ginger's leg, I can get that ready for you."

But he just scoffed. "I'm not signing it. There's no way I'm spending that kind of money for a cat. I can't believe you even think that's reasonable."

You had to bite your tongue. It was only a few hundred dollars.

"I'm just here to pick her up so I don't have to keep paying for you to board her," he added impatiently.

But your brow scrunched up. "What are you going to do with her?"

He was rolling his eyes now. "Does it matter?"

You pressed your lips together in a tight line before you said, "It matters to me, yes."

"I'll just leave her somewhere. Maybe someone else will find her or maybe not, but I already got a new kitten for my kids."

Your blood was boiling now. "You're not serious," you said, raising your voice.

"Just give me the cat, and don't charge me a kennel fee for today."

Bradley strolled out into the waiting room and asked, "Is there a problem?"

He eyed Bradley in his scrubs and said, "Your clinic has the most ridiculous prices. I just want to pick up the cat and go."

"You can't have her!" you told him.

He shook his head and turned to Bradley. "Are you going to let your employee talk to me like that? Go get the cat!"

"She can talk to you however she wants," Bradley mumbled. He must have seen the anger in your eyes, because he started to block the hallway leading back to the kennels.

You didn't care what this man thought he was going to do, he wasn't leaving here with an animal. "I'm not going to send Ginger with you if your plan is to abandon her."

"Well I'm not going to pay for any more services!"

He was only motivated by money, which might just make this easier. "Then sign her away to the clinic and leave," you told him, already rummaging in your file cabinet for the form you needed. Unfortunately this kind of thing happened from time to time.

You glanced at Bradley where he stood with his thick arms crossed over his chest, thankful he was here. You were shaking with anger as you handed the form and a pen to Ginger's owner. And as you watched him sign his name, Ginger became property of the clinic.

"And now you can get the hell out of here!" you told him, and he looked completely outraged. "You're abusive, and we will not allow you back for any of our services in the future." He was turning toward the door as you raised your voice. "And I hope your new kitten runs away and finds an owner who doesn't suck!"

He slammed the door behind him, and Bradley rushed over to you. "Are you okay? That was wild."

But all of the anger was gone now, and you just smiled up at him. "Wanna meet my new cat in the daylight?" you asked.

"Yeah, I do," he said, and you kissed his rough cheek.

You and Bradley sat on the floor in front of the open kennel door, holding hands. Inside the large cage, Sunshine was sitting next to Ginger as she ate her breakfast.

"She's pretty. I couldn't tell what she looked like last night," Bradley murmured, reaching in and stroking her behind the ears.

"I'll get her leg reset today, and I'll pay for her medical bills. Hopefully I can take her home with me in a few days."

Bradley cleared his throat. "I guess I should leave before your boss gets here?"

"Yeah." But you really didn't want him to.

He nodded toward Sunshine and Ginger. "Looks like he made a new friend. If I can't get your number for me to use, you have to give it to me so we can set up a cat playdate. For Sunshine?"

You couldn't help laughing at his antics and the cute pout on his face.

"You can have my number for you. And Sunshine can have my number to reach Ginger. And if the offer still stands, I'd love to meet you at that bar later."

Bradley's face lit up as he got his phone out and handed it to you. "Sounds great. I'll text you the address." You entered your name and number and handed it back to him.

"I'll meet you there," you promised.

"I can't wait," he replied, but you were already kissing him.

"You need to go," you whispered a second later.

He pressed his lips to yours one more time before he reached in to get Sunshine. "I know, you don't want to leave Ginger. But I secured you a playdate," he told the cat. "Oh, how much do I owe you for fixing his leg?"

"Nothing," you said as you stood with your new cat in your arms, and Bradley followed you out to your desk.

"That hardly seems fair," he replied, grabbing his khaki uniform from your chair.

You just shrugged, setting Ginger down gently on your desk. "I did it off the clock anyway. Don't worry about it. You can buy me a drink later."

Bradley grinned at you. "I'll buy all of your drinks. And when we go out to dinner tomorrow night, I'll pay for that, too. Same as the movie I'm taking you to next weekend. Oh, and all of the concerts and museums we're going to visit together? I'm paying."

You giggled. "That actually sounds kind of perfect."

"You only like me because I'm a pet owner," he whispered, kissing you softly.

You kissed him harder and ran your fingers through his hair one last time. "It certainly didn't hurt your cause. I'll meet you at the bar."

He nipped your lips one last time, and then held Sunshine up closer to his face as he headed for the door. "I owe you one. You want tuna for dinner? I'll feed you tuna every day."

You watched him walk outside and pull out of the parking lot, and then you plugged your phone in to check your messages.

You already had one from Bradley with the address for the Hard Deck. Then another one came through that said Thanks for one of the best nights of my life.

"I hope you liked Sunshine," you told Ginger. "Because I really like his dad."

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svatleena-delvera · 18 days

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They accidentally injured their s/o

Warnings: angst to fluff?

Character's: Tyler, Taylor Ashlyn

Part 1: Logan, Aiden, ben

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

Tyler Hernandez

You were all in Ashlyn's house taking his parents car keys to drive the Jeep

When we walk inside we heard a loud thud coming from the roof and you, Ben, Taylor looked and saw aiden and Ashlyn

"uh help"

When we help them tyler bust in the room saying that we should hurry up

As we got down a phantom attack you tyler was gonna attack the phantom with his weapon, only ended up hurting you

A light suddenly shine towards you causing the phantom to evaporate and tyler cutting your arm

(you still have an arm its just a big ass scar)

Tyler's eyes widen and saw aiden he was the one who light the flashlight towards you he wanna burst to anger but he was worried about you

He holds you and your arms to stop bleeding and went running to the jeep

As you all got there Taylor was driving crazy, if only I'm not injured I would scream so loud

"OPEN THE GATE"

I heard some scream as we got there tyler gave me to Ben while he puke

"what happened to her?!" Logan said looking at you, then tyler wipe her mouth

"you!" Tyler said looking at Aiden, then Aiden look at Tyler confused

"if you hadn't shine the flashlight to them they wouldn't be in this situation" tyler said starting to walk towards aiden then Taylor stopped him

"maybe his just trying to save (name) lets just calm down and go to (name)" Taylor said holding Tyler's shoulder

He grumble and nodded when he got there you were already patch up then you look up to see Tyler you stand up only him saying that you should sit down and kissed you're fore head and hug your head you let your head fall in his chest

"I'm really sorry if i was careful and not act to fast i wouldn't hurt you"

"it wasn't your fault tyler, and if you're asking for another sorry i forgave you already"

You two sat there in a comfortable silent

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Taylor Hernandez

You two are at the top of the wall just relaxing you two were laughing, chatting you two were a perfect couple

You two were keeping an eye on the phantom until one of the light went off

'what?!' you thought then you saw a phantom going up you two were running towards the phantom while shouting

"HEY HELP THE LIGHT WENT OFF THERE ARE PHANTOM!" everyone look up and saw many of them

Everyone got they're weapon and went up while you and Taylor was struggling

Suddenly a phantom jump on Taylor causing her to fall down

"TAYLOR!"

Once you jump towards her she kick the phantom causing you to meet the back of the phantom and you well into the buses

"oh no oh no (NAME)!!"

She went down towards you hugging you then the light was fix thanks to Logan's science

"ARE YOU OK?! IM SORRY IM SORRY I'M SO-" "shh" you cut her off and telling her you were fine

"can we just.. rest my back hurts" then she noticed a scratch on your arm and face her eyes started to tear wiping you're cheeks then hugged you

You saw where she's looking earlier you had a big fat scar on your hand

Her head was on your shoulder "dont worry.. I'll be fine i promise"

She smiled and so as you

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Ashlyn banner

She was so focused to get the jeep she hadn't noticed you

You were running behind her but as you were running a phantom attacked you pinning you down all of them got in the jeep not noticing you were left behind

You're eyes were widen when you heard the jeep start and left you

You thought they abandoned you

But as soon as they got there Ashlyn was looking for you

"(name)?..(name)?... Were are they"

They all looked around and like oh shit we left them. Ashlyn push Taylor not hard but enough to get out of her grip

"open the gates.."

"what?"

"i said open the fucking gates"

Logan nodded as he press the button then Ashlyn went inside the jeep

"w..wait you still not look feeling well-'

Taylor was cut off when Ashlyn close the door and went driving towards the gates they close the gates behind her

When she saw you she stopped the jeep and attack the phantom she kept stabbing it

When she finally got to kill it she scooped you and went to the jeep

As soon as Ashlyn got there she took the bandaids and wrapped you Taylor help her because she was shaking so hard

"please wake up please wake up" she kept mumbling hold your hand tight

Then an alarm clock was beeping she wasted no time to get ready for school even her own parents were confused as soon as she got in the bus she didn't saw you on your spot

She was panicking then a hand suddenly grab her it was Ben then he pointed were you are you were lying down

She suddenly felt relief your ok

When she sat down you felt her presence

"Taylor?" You said as you sobbed in her chest " i thought you abandon me because you hate me" your words hit her so much

Then she cupped your face " i would never abandon you I love you so much, I'm sorry i didn't notice you i really had a head ache causing me not to realize you were left behind"

She explained as you hugged her tightly "then lets rest for now"

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Damn Ashlyn's part is so long

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getmeoutofhell · 3 months

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Amber Freeman x Ethan Landry x F Reader Headcanons

warnings: cussing, real toxic behavior, they stalk reader, SMUT!, degradation, squirting, STRAP! usage, & more.

a/n: my tumblr is being a ugly bitch so i can’t add pictures or anything pretty rn. so sorry. also, as i said in this post, i finally finished them. enjoy!!

SFW:

this duo is something else

ethan had met amber after her and richie survived scream 5. (they’re not together)

when they first saw you…oh boy…

they stalked you.

like REALLY stalked you.

they knew every single thing about you.

they even knew what size underwear you wore, what clothes you wear, and they knew all your friends.

even sometimes they would somehow sneak into your place and watch you.

yes, you would get called from ghostface occasionally from them.

when you first got the phone calls, you thought it was a joke and laughed it off.

then it got worse.

stuff in your place started moving around and you thought you were going crazy.

one day you had enough and started dialing the police.

but ethan had came out from behind you and knocked you unconscious.

you then woke up still in your bed, but felt someone else’s presence.

you freaked out but they forced you to calm down.

it just kinda escalated from there.

you eventually excepted them in your life.

maybe after they threatened you not to leave…

ethan is more soft than amber but amber can have some soft moments.

she’s more in control of everything than ethan is. like she plans most of the dates and what y’all would be doing that day. you love her for it tho.

ethan is almost the complete opposite of amber. he just does whatever she says and has no problem with it. even when you came along he just listens to you, to an extent of course.

oh god they would be the happiest ever if you decided to join them as ghost face!! literally would smother you in kisses.

if you ever get mad at one of them, be prepared for the other to defend you. every single time.

BUT if you’re mad at both of them…oh god…

like one time you tried to leave to apartment for a few hours because they both pissed you off. so ethan and amber followed you to the door and pinned you up against it.

“let’s just talk this out y/n. what are you leaving for, huh? we can all sit and talk and make up, i promise.” ethan told you.

you still tried to leave, not wanting to hear any of their bullshit.

let’s just say you didn’t couldn’t leave and you ended up sleep between them that night.

you guys have a group chat on y’all’s phones and it’s just chaos everywhere.

ethan sending shitty memes and amber sending shitty memes back.

they both really can’t cook for shit so you’re gonna have to do ALL the cooking.

if YOU can’t cook, well just get ready to to order takeout every damn day. because these fuckers SUCK at cooking, seriously!

but all jokes aside they actually love you so much, and would do anything for you!!

ethan loves laying on top of you. as amber loves laying beneath you. so it just works out in the end for you three.

ethan for some reason loves grocery shopping with you guys. amber on the other hand…no. you have to force her to go ANYWHERE where you have to buy off a list. she just doesn’t like it for some reason.

they also give you a daily time on when you can go out.

you can’t go anywhere after 8 pm, so have fun with that!

and if you do try to ‘sneak’ out, don’t.

NSFW:

this is gonna get crazy…so get ready.

so you know when i said y’all have a group chat? yeah memes isn’t the only thing they send you.

sometimes amber will send videos of her fucking you with her strap in the middle of the day, just because she wants to. she’ll be like- “remember when i was digging in yo shit?” or something like that.

ethan is the bottom in the relationship. he’s such a bottom for you and amber. unless he gets mad…then you’re gonna be struggling to walk for a bit.

well one day y’all went out and spent the night in a hotel.

and then this happened…

let’s just say, you really enjoyed that night.

their moans send you to another dimension.

amber will ride ethan’s face, as you ride his cock and she’ll hold hands with you.

ambers an actual BEAST in bed, so don’t be surprised if she fucks you till the point of over stimulation.

ethan actually whines sometimes. you love his groans but his whines send you over the edge.

amber on the other hand moans so fucking beautifully. it’s music to your ears along with ethan.

every blue moon ethan will send a video of him jerking off with the sound on. he only does it to tease you both. amber loves it tho, she uses it to get off when she’s away from home.

YES, they both have fucked you in their ghostface costumes before.

you’ll never forget that night istg.

amber one time squirted on your face before. it was her birthday so you wanted to surprise her by letting her sit on your face. i guess your head must’ve been THAT good.

get on top of ethan and ride his bulge, while you suck ambers nipples. god what a sight that must be.

they ADORE your pretty pussy. they love it so fucking much you have no idea.

you once went in front of them in a robe and just flashed them out of nowhere. you couldn’t walk for 3 days after that.

amber is horny ALL the time, so be ready to deal with her touching all over your body every minute. as for ethan, he also gets horny ALL the time. so now you have to deal with BOTH of them.

before you guys got together, when they used to stalk you (they still do) they would go watch you touch yourself and get off to that. sometimes they would even film you and watch it later. (they still do that).

they also sometimes wake up in the middle of night horny asf. once ethan woke up at 2 am and his cock was rock hard, so he first woke up amber, then they both woke you up and it was just heaven from there.

have ethan eat your pussy while amber makes out with you. just do it, you’ll love it.

and also remember when i said they didn’t let you leave? yeah they fucked you so good that night you had no choice but to stay.

they DEGRADE you MOST of the time.

“you’re a fucking slut y/n.”

“you fucking whore.”

stuff like that.

but if you behave, they’ll reward you.

like for example, when amber and ethan went out to kill tara. they told you no leavening and no touching yourself. you obey and when they got home they made love to you as a reward. and also ate your pussy.

if you ever send them nudes while they’re out killing, get ready for a LONG night at home. because these fuckers will make you cum so much that you feel drained. well after a kill they get pretty horny anyway so, i guess you’re fucked.

but all in all, they love you and love giving you pleasure in any type of way!

hope you enjoyed!!

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wolfytoothy · 7 months

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Smile. Ft.E 42.Miles

Sorry if there's spelling errors but I'm to lazy to go nmback and check so deal with it.

Enjoy bookie bears

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You were a shy person but your self around people you really know. Like for instance Jovie, and Josie. Aka juicy and swag. Oh an Miles. I mean he was a like a new Friend. It was a new year and he was your room mate. You two had a couple of classes together, but never seemed to talk.But that all kinda changed when you guys ended up in the same dorm. And you guys become good friends.And started hanging out more, and honestly the more he looked at you the more he was so intrigued by you.

He wanted to figure you out. So now he has a personal vendetta against you. He's your biggest opp. You to were in your dorm on a Sunday playing a video game. And so matter how many times he cheated- I mean sabotaged you, by kicking you, pushing you down, you would always win either way."There's no fucking way, how are you wining" miles complained pressing the x button repeatedly. Just by hitting one button you won that shit easily.

He was basically on top of you trying to block your vision but you still won. So while you were winning he took this opportunity to tickle you. As soon as his finger made contact with skin, you jumped up throwing him off you. Making him fall on is ass. "MILES" you screamed trying to get away from him. But he got back on top of you. Pinning you down.

"Oh, your ticklish ma? I never knew you were ticklish" I sly smirk appeared on Mile's face as took one hand away from the controller and tickled you stomach. You scream out loud and drop the controller.

You burst into laughter trying to cover your stomach. Miles quickly won the game, but that didn't stop him from torturing you. You covered your mouth hiding your smile."Don't cover your mouth ma, you have a pretty smile" miles cooed trying to pry your hands away from your face.

You had the classic eyebag smile, one of the things miles always loved bout you. "miLES" you screamed out as he uncovered your face. But you couldn't stop laughing."Aww look at you. Your so cute when you smile ma" Miles teased.

Now, if you look at this from another prospective. Someone might think something... else is going on.The position you were in...was giveing one night stand. Miles was on top of you restraining your hands, breathless from fighting you. You were on the ground flustered as ever.

Both yall clothes were disheveled as long as your hair. BreathlessThere was a knock at your door, but you didn't here do to your loud laughing, and trying to run from miles. Believe it or not it was actually your bestfriend. Coming yo tell you the tea about her new room mate... AKA miles bestfriend. Ganke.

"Girl you will not believe were me and ganke are- opp-" your bestfriend saw the scene of you laying on the floor and Miles on top of you. "O-oh my" she said covering her mouth. "In the dorms is crazy but uh... call me when your done... you know" the curly haired girl slowly closed the door, and snaping a quick picture.You finally pushed miles off of you.

"WAIT, SWAG, ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE" you yelled after her. "SWAG. J-JOVIE, DELETE THE DAMN PICTURE" you yelled again leaving a low key stunned, and flustered miles.

'Yup, she's the one'.

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lovebugspots · 8 months

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How crazy can one man be?

For preface, the reader has the ability over nature. So things like plants, water, growth, healing, light are her powers. Think of a Fairy, and how Maleficent has that like golden dust.

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It was normal to be chased out by a crazed man because of being a mutant, mostly… But what was not normal, was getting chased by two super soldiers, widow, and a bird-like human? No idea.

The not-so young mutant saw them, and sprinted off when the group of heroes started chasing her, little did they know, they got the wrong mutant.

11:26 AM. June 13th.

Y/n was trying to have a somewhat nice day. Just trying to get her weekly shopping done, getting groceries, some new books, new cleaning products and laundry. But before she even got into the local grocery store she heard loud footsteps.

She turned around and saw the group of men and one woman all staring at her. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rodgers, Sam Wilson, and Natasha Romanoff. “Earths Mightiest Heroes”.

Y/n knew better then to run, usually.

But this wasn’t the case, Barnes started chasing her so quickly she ran and she heard his rough voice bark out.

“Get back here!”

“I’ll pass!”

She screamed back and started running as fast as she could, adrenaline pumping through her blood as her heart beat quickens.

She pumped her arms and her legs as she dodged the poor men and woman just trying to shop.

“Sorry! Oh shit! Sorry kid!”

She yelled apologetically as she body slammed a kid on accident…She looked back and saw that all of them started chasing her while The Falcon was sin the sky. So, in the heat of the moment she created a bomb out of her magic golden glitter, and threw it up.

“What the fuck?!”

Sam yelled as he descended from the sky, slamming down on the top of the building. He definitely now had a few broken ribs.

Y/n kept running, and unsurprisingly, the only person left running was Bucky. He still yelled for her to stop, but she didn’t. The adrenaline was starting to wear off as she got tired, her lungs hurting and sweat stuck to her skin. Her clothes now felt sticky, and gross.

Bucky to advantage of that and ran up to her and jumped on her, pinning her to the ground.

“Ma’am you are arrested for- oh shit.”

His beautiful steel blue eyes, they now were filled of regret. His pupils small and he got off of her.

“Oh my god…I-I am so, so, sorry. We thought you were…someone else…”

He professed, he got off of her, he helped her up. Y/n…wasn’t happy…

“Excuse me?”

Y/e/c was filled with unadulterated rage, he thinks that he can just say ‘I’m sorry for chasing you even though you aren’t the right person’ and she would accept?

“Did you say ‘wrong person?’”

She spat out and puts her hands on her hips. He grimaced and nodded, he wasn’t happy either, he was ashamed.

“I-I did-“

She cut him off quickly, and seethed out bitterly.

“So are the Avengers after mutants as well?”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed and she backed away from him, but her shakes his head and said softly.

“No not at all! I-I though, I mean, we, thought you were Mystique…”

Y/n’s eyes soften at that name, an old friend of hers, Raven.

“Raven?”

“Yes! You know her?”

“Of course…her death was impacting to all.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, his lips parted but he stammered out…

“Death..? She…died?”

Y/n nodded, she walked up to him and said.

“1992, Jean killed her.”

All Bucky could do was nod, he bit his lip and looked up at her. She sighed and asked delicately.

“Why are you after her?”

Bucky sighed, it was private S.H.E.I.L.D information. But she deserved to know.

“There have been reports about a shapeshifter, and the only person we could point to was her…”

He paused then continues softly.

“But her death isn’t in the system?”

Y/n nodded and answered.

“Xavier said nothing, so mutants wouldn’t get more hate then we already do…”

Bucky sighed and nodded, understanding her words. He stood up fully and puts his flesh hand (his right) out to shake with hers.

“I’m sorry about that. But I’m James, James Buchanan Barnes. But call me Bucky.”

He expressed, giving a beautiful smile…a smile that gave Y/n butterflies. She shakes the feeling off and puts her hand in his.

“Y/n Máxima, just call me Y/n.”

She smiles softly, shaking his hand.

Little did she know, he had the butterflies too. Except it was the ones where he wanted to puke from how harsh they were.

“What a beautiful name…”

He mumbled softly and takes his hand away, and he added softly.

“Hopefully I see you in the near future, Mrs. Máxima…”

She immediately missed his warm, and calloused hand. But all she did was smile and said.

“You will, I assure you of it.”

She looked around and when she looked back at him…he was gone.

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Hii this is my first work, not the best, but it was on my phone and I am way better with a computer. I will definitely make a part two when I’m not busy <3

And I will take requests, and such. I can do other MCU characters but I am in the process on working on my blog. So please be patient. :)

Much love-

Ry 🩵

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wordofthewise · 1 year

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Get up.. please?

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE LAST OF US P2!!

Pairing: Joel Miller x !fem!reader

Description: Y/N witnessing Joel’s death, and not knowing how to cope.

Warnings: suicidal thoughts, mentions of not eating, angst.

Words: 893

A/N: I wanted to write this, because I’m still not doing too well after playing some of TLOU P2. This is basically me going through it. I fucking miss him. This is also the first thing I've posted on here, so please don't judge.

When Y/N found out that Joel and Tommy were missing, her mind went crazy. She was desperate to find them, she needed them to be okay. She climbed onto her horse and headed East, searching everywhere she could, screaming their names, not even caring if it drew out the infected. Her priority was finding them.

She stopped as she noticed a lodge not too far from her. She tied up her horse, and made her way around to the back, where she found an opening for her to sneak in. She debated whether or not to call out their names, but decided against it, as to not attract unwanted attention.

She crawled her way into the lodge, through a hole in the wall, grabbing her gun just in case shit went sideways. She heard the soft sound of muffled cries coming from the basement, and without thinking, she bolted for the basement door. Peeking through, she saw a girl with a long blond braid, gripping onto a golf club, looming over an injured, bloody Joel.

Before she knew it, Y/N had made her way into the room, where she was quickly tackled to the floor by one of the men. She thrashed and kicked, desperate to get out of the grasp of the man, though a few others had joined in, helping pin her to the ground. She was facing Joel, making eye contact with him as he bled.

“How’d you find us!” The girl yelled, pointing the golf club at Y/N’s head, though she didn’t even notice, she was too busy trying to fight off the people that held her down.

“HEY!” Another man spoke, pushing the golf club away from Y/N. “What are you doing, Owen?” The girl replied, getting up in his face. “No, what are YOU doing, Abby? We want him dead, not her! She’s just a kid!” He yelled, standing his ground. “SHE WAS THERE! SHE WAS AN ACCOMPLICE!” Abby retorted, her voice raising. “SHE WAS JUST A CHILD!” Owen replied, before taking in a deep breath. “Look, if she was able to find us, they will be able to as well! We’ve got a whole city that’s probably looking for us, right now!” He explained. “We need to get out of here, and fast! Get it over with, I’ll start packing” He finished.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Get it over with” She was about to kill Joel. This forced Y/N to fight, kick and scream harder than ever. Abby slowly walked over to Joel, making eye contact with Y/N, whilst an evil smile spread across her face. Her eyes welled up with tears, still trying to fight. “Joel! Please! Get up, Joel! GET UP!” She cried, begging him to fight. She watched as Abby raised the golf club. She knew that this would be the final blow. “NO! NO! PLEASE, STOP IT, PLEASE! GET UP! GET UP, JOEL! DON’T GIVE UP, PLEASE!” Joel looked at Y/N, a soft, comforting smile on his face, as the golf club hit him for the final time.

Y/N’s mind went blank, as she watched Joel’s life leave his eyes, before being knocked out cold.

“Y/N! Wake up” A voice called, lightly shaking her body. It was Dina. Y/N thought that just for a second, that it was all just a horrible, horrible nightmare, though when she noticed Dina’s expression, she knew it was real. Dina had a solemn look on her face, whispering a soft ‘sorry’ before moving out of the way.

And there he was, the man that had always protected her, lying dead, in a pool of his own blood. Y/N sat up quickly, throwing up next to her as the memories came flooding back.

“I should’ve fought harder! Joel would’ve” she said to herself, as she cried.

It was damn near impossible for her to be okay, watching as the closest thing she ever had to a father get murdered right in front of her. She couldn’t even function, she did nothing but lay in bed, clutching onto his favourite jacket. It still smelt like him.

She couldn’t bring herself to sleep, as every time she closed her eyes, she would see him covered in his own blood. She couldn’t eat, as every time she smelt food, she would feel sick. She stared at the knife that sat on her bedside table. She contemplated whether or not to take her own life.

“What’s the point when Joel isn’t here?” She thought to herself.

She thought back on all the times Joel had risked his life to protect her, all the times that he had fought for her survival. She felt as if she failed him. If the tables were turned, Joel would have already slaughtered every single person in that room before they could even lay a hand on her. She recalled how she had begged him to get up despite his injuries. She felt as if it was selfish to have asked him to fight for her, especially after the trauma he had faced, mentally and physically. She felt it was selfish for her to have spent his last few moments begging him to get up, when she wasn’t even hurt, and she couldn’t.

She remembered how Joel had taught her how to swim, how to play guitar and even how to write songs. She remembered the song he used to sing to her whenever she was sad, or whenever she couldn’t fall asleep.

She gripped onto his jacket, as she quietly sung to herself to sleep, imagining that Joel was there.

“I’m so sorry, sweet girl”.

#tlou x reader #the last of us x reader #tlou part one #tlou part two #tlou joel x reader #joel tlou x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #tlou dina x reader #dina #father figure joel #joel miller x daughter figure reader #i have no idea how to add tags #i cried multiple times writing this

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maskthesimp · 4 months

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Okay, so I played Resident Lover

Cass' route. Duh.

[MASSIVE SPOILERS AHEAD SO MOVE THE FUCK ON!!]

AND I GOT THE BAD ENDING 💀 Or one of them

I assume there's a few bad endings and a few good ones for each route. I got the one where we get blood spilt on us, and she uses me as a sacrifice (or is implied to cuz the game ends when she pins me against a wall after getting that crazy look in her eye and talking about a fourth sacrifice for the ritual)

Here's the thing, though. I'm afraid of upsetting people. So, of course I ignored the fucking shadow and decided to get on with the show instead CUZ I FIGURED IF I INVESTIGATED THE SHADOW, IT'D DELAY THE SHOW AND PISS HER OFF!! BUT NO!!

TIP IF YOU WANNA GET A GOOD ENDING FOR CASS, INVESTIGATE THE DAMN SHADOW BEFORE THE PERFORMANCE!! UGH!! SORRY I THOUGHT OF YOUR FEELINGS, BABE, I DIDN'T REALISE EMPATHY FOR YOUR INTERESRS AND WELLBEING WOULD RESULT IN MY DEATH 🙄

It's fucking fine I reloaded the game and investigated, then told her what I saw and shit turned out fine and she fucked me in her dressing room >_> I'll take it but that music and the art of her going all crazy-eyed saying she was gonna basically kill me is gonna leave some trauma, babes, I'm ngl

Istg I genuinely was unsettled and freaked out over it. The music does a lot for the game, and the composer(s) did a great job at making me piss myself in fear. Made me feel genuine anxiety and fear. Also, because I couldn't do anything about it, it made it so much harder to watch. Feels like Subnautica without the water. Or sea creatures. Or space ship. Or anything except the overwhelming sense of "you fucked up" that I get when I hear the music after getting drenched in blood, or the "approaching ecological dead-zone" message. It's the same vibe that makes me wanna cry from anxiety, and I applaud any game that evokes that reaction from me.

I'll definitely play through the other routes, probably Belas mostly, and I'll try to get some other results from Cass' route. I didn't investigate the 3rd floor because it pissed her off when I did it, so I reloaded it (don't judge, I'm a people pleaser) and chose to wait for her. Idk what other endings can come from her route. I know I can reject her and stuff, but I don't wanna. That's my wife motherfucker.

I'm most interested in Bela and Cass' routes in this. I like Daniela, but she's not as interesting as I kinda hoped she'd be. I like skater girls, but for Dani, she's too chill. I like the switch in making Cass more of a momma's girl and making Bela more argumentative with Alcina. Whereas in RE8, that'd be the opposite with them.

Cass is the rash child not doing what Alcina wants, and Bela has to pick up the slack and suck up to mother (or at least that's the vibe we got from the lore). And Dani is just...Dani. She's chaos incarnate. But I like the switch of having Cass now be the one who decided to follow in her mother's footsteps, whilst Bela is apparently arguing with her so much.

Btw, I'd adore if there was a mutli-romance option. I'd fall head over heels so easy XDD speaking of, is there any way to meet Bela in Cass' route? She never showed in my playthrough outside of a name drop from her sisters. I've seen screenshots of Bela and Cass in Y/Ns dorm together, I'm not sure what route it's from.

Overall, I'd say I had a lot of fun. I liked the stakes, I liked the romance. Some character depictions could've been better, but maybe they would be if I play again and choose Dani's option during a later playthrough. Maybe I just didn't get enough of a look at her character. Will definitely play again :3

#self ship #self shipping #self shipper #resident lover #resident lover spoilers #cassandra dimitrescu #resident lover cassandra #dimitrescu sisters

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NOW THAT I SAW YOUR PINNED POST

I have so many ideas so be prepared for the spam 😋👍

For this just a Fluff of reader comforting Tate 'cause she finds him crying, just Fluff stuff with small spoon Tate please 🥺

aww, this is a rather good idea! god i’d hug tate forever if i could. thank you for the requests you’ve sent in my love! <3

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hold me until the end

You awoke to the loud howling of the wind outside, immediately noticing that Tate’s side of the bed was empty. You sighed, sitting up and hopping off the bed. You sucked in air as you’re bare feet touched the cold flooring. Christ, could you ever get yourself to be warm enough in this house? No amount of fluffy clothing, soft blankets or even the fireplace was a match for you’re home. The only way you really felt warmed up was when you were in Tate’s arms. Even on the inside you felt you’re blood pumping quicker than usual. Now that was indeed enough to get you feeling warm again.

The floorboards creaked each time you took another step further throughout the house. Where was he? He’d always stayed with you until you woke up mid afternoon. He wasn’t one for taking randoms walks in this hellhole. The other spirits just had quite the habit for taunting him, and he could never be bothered with that. You didn’t blame him. Nora’s non stop sobbing and Hayden’s desperation for Ben to show himself to her was enough to drive anyone crazy.

“Tate? Tate?? Where are you?” You’re voice was loud enough for him to hear, despite it being the middle of the night. For a split second you thought you heard soft cries coming from downstairs. Not female cries, though. Definitely the sounds of a male.

“I swear if this is Ben..” you mumbled to yourself. He was another asshole you couldn’t put up with.

You made you’re way downstairs and finally realised that the sobs were actually coming from the basement. You winced slightly, you only went down there during the day and it always was with Tate. Though you knew that if you got attacked by anything, he’d appear in no time. Well, that’s what you hoped atleast..

The basement was pitch black. You were surprised that you didn’t fall down the stairs and end up on you’re ass. The cries only grew louder until you noticed someone in the corner, curled up in a ball, wailing.

You didn’t even need to guess who it was. You fully knew which ghost you were looking at..

“Tate?” You said softly. Tate tried to calm his cries a little, but failed sooner than he thought he would.

You crouched down to the level he was at, he only decided to lean his head on you’re shoulder in response. He sniffled before lifting it back up and looking in to you’re eyes.

“It’s all my fault, you know..” Tate whispered. You furrowed you’re brows whilst wiping a few tears that still lay on his cheeks.

“None of this would be happening if I wouldn’t have done what I did. I wouldn’t be stuck in this total shit house and you’d be living a normal life. We’d be like normal teenagers. Going out, enjoying the things we should, going to special little places with one another. But now that’s impossible and i’m stuck like the douchebag I always was. I’m sorry, Y/n. You deserve so much better. Maybe go have a chance at living a real life? For me? All I want is for you to be happy..” You’re heart almost stopped beating at his last sentence. You knew his words meant no harm, but leaving? Leaving without him??? That wasn’t happening at all.

You quickly grabbed him and pulled him closer, taking in a deep breath. “Tate, you know that isn’t gonna happen. I don’t wanna be like the rest of those girls out there. Them and the so called ‘loyal’ boyfriends they have. Or the whole shitty popularity thing. I don’t want that at all. If that’s what being normal is like, then stuff it. I love you, Tate. And when I say that, I mean it. I could never bring myself to walk out these doors and leave forever without you. You’re my forever. The one and only person I could give a shit about. I’m not throwing what I love away so easily. I’m sorry if you don’t want that, but I refuse to go anywhere.”

His lip quivered and the tears came back running down his face. No one had ever told him something like that. From the moment he saw you, he knew it was a one way love. But hearing those words from YOU? It didn’t even feel real anymore. Wishful thinking at most. You were so different and he loved that about you. All the girls he’d seen were total sluts and so unfaithful to anyone and everyone. You weren’t like that. You had natural beauty, a kind and funny personality, manners, everything he wanted.

You pressed you’re lips to his and went in for another one of those passionate kisses you gave each other in the past. You both pulled away with a loud smack, you’re cheeks burning.

You eventually returned to you’re room. Laying down on the bed and gesturing for Tate to come over. He lay beside you as you wrapped you’re arms around his surprisingly muscular waist. He snuggled into you’re embrace, softly humming to himself before shutting his eyes.

You slowly pulled you’re fingers through his hair, enjoying this moment as if it were to last forever..

“Forever,” Tate breathed. You smiled to yourself and got lost in thought. So he was a mind reader now? Oh well. He had a good point. If it was possible for moments like these to last forever, then you’d happily live with that.

#ahs fandom #american horror story #evan peters #ahs murder house #tate langdon #tate ahs #tate x reader #evan peters ahs

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artificialgrinder · 10 months

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THE DARK SEEPING IN (BRATZ FASHION PIXIEZ REIMAGINING) CH. 7

Breeana and the girls prepare for the upcoming Magnolia Ball, surprised to find Cymbeline has flaked out.

AN: Okay, so this one is kinda shorter so I apologise! The next one will be longer however, I promise. Also, I just want to say, I noticed the increase in traffic on this story and I really appreciate everyone's kind comments! Thank you so so much, you're all so sweet.

Breeana really wanted to stop in the hall and just ask Dylan outright. She really wanted to. But with all those people around…And the fact she had already missed so many chances…

And the fact she had other matters to tend to, there was no point.

Her stomach was still in knots since fleeing the cafeteria like that, especially knowing many people probably saw the dramatics. From their perspective, she imagined it was like something out of a teen movie or a soap opera.

Fortunately, Felicia was kind enough to walk with her all the way from the school, all the way to the town centre. The other girl lived in that area anyway, which was a win-win for both parties.

"You meeting your sister here?" Felicia had asked to which Breeana said yes.

But that was a lie. She knew Cymbeline wasn't going to show up.

Now pinning fake flowers to a vine-covered lamp post, she thought of all the things her sister could have been doing at that present moment.

Funny how weeks prior, Cymbeline could have torn the house down with her ranting of how the organisation for the Magnolia Ball was. She needed all the help she could get to bring it all together. And now that preparations were well underway, what with everyone gathered in the town centre setting up the scenery, Breeana still wasn't surprised Cymbeline flaked out.

"What's up, bitch?"

The voice caught her off guard, turning to see Yasmin approaching with a folded banner in her hand. "Sorry about earlier. You know, the cafeteria. I mean, I don't know why you got up and left like that, but sorry anyway."

Breeana blinked, unsure of what to say. "Oh, um. Sorry about that. I just…had bad cramps."

"Ugh, I feel that." Yasmin stroked Breeana's shoulder. "Fuck having a uterus."

Breeana managed a breath of a laugh. "Yeah, for real."

Then Cloe came next. "Hey, guys!" She hurried over, holding a small object in her hand, "Look! It's a petal. It fell from the tree. Like, wow!"

"Never change, angel." Yasmin rolled her eyes yet smiled.

"Hey, ladies!" Yet another voice came. Sasha and Jade were now joining the equation. Breeana's stomach churned. Of all of Cymbeline's friends, she always found both Jade and Sasha to be the more upfront ones. And she knew what was to come.

"So we got the music line-up from the DJ. It's gonna pop." Sasha waved the piece of paper in front of Yasmin's face.

The Latina took the list, her eyes scanning it. "Nice mix. Current tracks with some '80s and '90s. Just getting the nostalgia in there."

Cloe peeked over Yasmin's shoulder, also analysing the words on the paper. "Oh my God, yes. They got Spice Girls on there! Can we all recreate that act we used to do in kindergarten?"

"You still remember that?" Jade blew out a cloud of smoke, having pulled out her vape.

"Um, yeah? It was only like, uh, one of our most iconic moments ever," Cloe said as if it should have been a given. "Cymbeline and I know it off by heart still."

And there it was, the invitation to the topic. If only Breeana had just run away.

"Where is Cymbeline anyway?" Sasha's eyes scanned the square.

"Oh, shit. I didn't even realise." Cole shrugged.

Breeana turned back to the lamp post, starting to decorate in the hopes the older girls would just take this discussion elsewhere.

"I don't know why you're all acting brand new and surprised." Yasmin unfolded her banner just to fold it back up. "Kinda knew she wasn't coming, what with her being so busy around her girlfriend these days."

"Bitch, are you crazy? Her Dad funds this shit. She organises everything. It's, like, her life's mission to make this shit a success!" Jade ranted.

"Unless something came up?" Sasha shrugged, then peered past Yasmin to the youngest Devlin. "You know where she at, Bree'?"

"Fuck, I," Breeana faked a sigh, "I'm not sure. I mean…I think she's on her period or something. She had to go home real quick."

"Oh, shit. You're both synced. You guys must be witches," Cloe suggested with a giggle.

"Haha. Yeah."

"No - No - No. Seriously," Sasha waved her hand around, not in favour of the distraction, "Cymbeline would never let a period stop her from doing shit. She would - - Fuck, we have a party tonight. You gonna tell me next that she ain't going to that?"

And Breeana panicked, "I-I don't know. She hasn't really - -"

"Tone it down, Bunny Boo," Cloe put a calming hand on Sasha's shoulder. "It's not that big of a deal."

The flared-up girl turned back to Cloe with a raised brow. There was something in her eyes as if telepathically communicated to Cloe. But all that left her mouth was, "Alright. Cool."

That should have relaxed the younger Devlin sister. But she wasn't dumb enough to miss the insincerity in Sasha's voice.

"Let's just finish decorating. We still gotta get ready for tonight," Yasmin then looked at Breeana, " You coming later?"

"I actually wasn't invited to whatever it is," Breeana said, sounding more sorry for herself than she meant to.

"Viper's party," Sasha said like it was common knowledge.

"Viper?"

"You know, Cade." She elaborated.

"His birthday party at Basement. Koby's band's playing," Jade added.

"And Cymbeline would never miss a Blaze gig," Sasha just had to go on, much to Breeana's dismay.

" Sasha ," Cloe said more sternly.

"Yeah, come on, bitch. Let's just…get this shit done and go get ready." Yasmin steered Sasha away, nodding apologetically to the younger girl.

There were a few murmurs amongst Cymbeline's friends, but Breeana paid no heed. She had a job to do. A job her sister was once so passionate about.

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"You sure you don't wanna come, Bree'?"

"I just wasn't invited in the first place, you know?" Breeana explained on the phone, rubbing moisturiser all over her face and neck. When Dylan's name appeared on her phone, her stomach flipped, practically jumping into her throat. But how could she ignore this opportunity?

"Girl, everybody is invited. Coulda just showed up, you feel?" Dylan continued. There was the sound of him drinking from a bottle and the music thumping in the background. Very Oliver Tree-type beats.

"Yeah, but still. I don't know. Social anxiety and all," Breeana blushed, scooping the phone up to her ear, turning speaker mode off. Venturing out of her bathroom, she flopped down on the bed. "I know it's not a huge issue, but…my brain just doesn't work that way, you know?"

"Yeah, I feel. Cloe used to be like that. But having those other girls around her, it kinda just brought out the side she always wanted everybody to see, you know?"

"Yeah…" Easier said than done, though, Breeana refrained from saying. "Are they there?" She asked for no reason in particular.

"Nah, ain't seen them around. They better show up soon. Cameron is hounding me so much, already asking where Blondie is. What about your sister and her gothy lady friend. Are they on route?"

Breeana sighed, hoping it wasn't heard. “Cymbeline’s just…exhausted and, you know - -”

"Don't worry, I know what you're saying. Well, shit. Next time there's a party, you can be my plus one, right?"

Breeana flushed, allowing a smile to appear on her face. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, girl. It would be the highlight of my year, honestly.

"You drunk, Dyl'?"

"Not at all."

Breeana giggled. "Okay. Yeah, sure. I'll be your plus one."

"Sick."

Breeana could just hear the smile in his voice. Fuck, everything about this boy just had her melting.

"I saw you in the hall earlier, by the way. I was gonna talk to you, but that bitch ass Zach got in my way." Dylan sipped from whatever he was drinking.

And Breeana knew what was coming. But now, she was less on edge.

Well, that was until she heard the clacking of heels.

"I was supposed to ask earlier."

Cymbeline zoomed passed Breeana's bedroom door, clearly in a hurry.

"What did you want to say in the cafeteria?"

It was now or never. "Hang on, Dylan. I gotta go. I'll call you back."

Before she could give in to his protests, she hung up.

Breeana breathed in deeply. She got up off her bed and followed her sister.

#bratz fashion pixiez #bratz #bratz fanfic #bratz fanfiction #bratz breeana #bratz cymbeline #bratz lina

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Tie your heart to mine

Chapter 12

Cw:mentions of death, near death expiriences and trauma

Gif by @emziess

No more lying, Diane means it.

So when she offers him a tour of the house to get away from the servant’s watchful eyes, the witch proves it.

“Ask away.” She says leading him into the gallery.

Her mom has a love for the dark, most of Francisco Goya’s paintings and other obscure works adorn the walls of her private gallery in the small drawing room.

But here she displays some you would find in a normal estate.

Some portraits of her family, one of a long dead Smith relative, Beatte Smith, that she swindled from the 9th Duke of Rutland at Belvoir Castle the moment she got proof that the Romani King, Absalom Smith, was truly her ancestor and that his lovely daughter deserved to be displayed in her descendant’s house.

“Why were you so angry at me not treating your prophecy seriously?” Tom asks looking at Waterhouse’s Pandora as he asks her.

Rather fitting, he is opening the box and unleashing everything with that question.

Up until now, she had avoided speaking of her family history.

There was no need to ruin things with all of the skeletons in their closet.

“On my tenth birthday, I predicted Aunt Polly’s death, and five months later, she was shot in the head by the IRA.

A few years later, when I was fourteen, I was misdiagnosed with consumption by doctors because my best friend who sat beside me school, Cathy Shelly, caught it and died from it that same week.

Thank God it had been pneumonia and I survived when many of my classmates didn’t, but it still changed my perspective to know it is always one step behind me.

That even if I can feel it coming, I cannot stop it. Not for me not for anyone.”

Always one step behind her and that one day it will catch up or take someone she loves forever.

Now that she knew it was stalking Tom, she was so afraid of losing him. Of having him gone just like that.

Tom knew death, perhaps more than she did. He and his sister had been so young when their mum died of Influenza.

Stupid of her to expect him to have reacted to the inevitability of death like she did.

“I’m sorry for saying those things to you that night, we all process these things differently and I should’ve known better than to judge you for how you deal with shit like that.” She apologized and he accepted it.

“I suppose I could forgive you, like you said we deal with it differently.” Tom gave her hand a squeeze and even a small smile as they made up. “But I won’t accept your apology until you are completely honest with me about this.

Do you feel it coming for me?” he asks, deathly serious, his hand growing clammy in hers.

It being death, even calling it so is enough to scare the both of them.

“A chill in my bones every time I see you in your uniform, but mama sees us married with children, so perhaps it isn’t your death I feel might be someone else.” Diane answered wishing she could lie and say no, I don’t think you’re dying.

Death was a tricky thing to pin down in visions, her mother only saw it when it was going after a stranger or when she could prevent it for a loved one.

She didn’t see Tom’s death but saw a death in his family.

Maybe Douglas, or Lois or the baby that keeps appearing in Lois’ cards lately.

“Married, eh? Can’t even work up the courage to tell you I love you and you’re telling me I either die or settle down with you.” He pushes away his fears with his jokes and Diane realizes she doesn’t mind it anymore. Not one bit.

“I think you just did, Tommy.” The witch feels herself soar with that casual I love you he had said.

“Would you like to hear it again?” he asked with that grin of his that drives her crazy.

“As if you need to ask.” Diane answered knowing those three words will stay with her forever.

He leans down, letting her throw her arms around his neck as she stands as far as her tiptoes allowed her to and meet him halfway. “I love you, and I’m going to love you even if I don’t come back.”

“He’s dying isn’t he?” her husband asks as they quietly observe the young couple hiding in the maze.

They weren’t seen by Florence, but Tommy and Eva could see them just fine from their bedroom window.

Bennett had gotten their daughter something for her birthday, a necklace he puts on her as they sit on one of the white stone benches in the walled maze.

Diane kissed his cheek in thanks and her boyfriend says something that has the two of them laughing quietly before deciding Florence and Gabriel have been tortured enough.

They were young and in love, and it was a sight that contrasted with the grim future awaiting them.

“Prisoner of war, but no, Tom Bennett’s not dying.” The witch shook her head smiling softly as she saw how sweet they were with each other.

Eva sees Douglas Bennett become a shell of himself when they tell him Tom’s missing in France, she sees him ignoring the sirens telling him to run and sees him accept death as he asks Josie to forgive him for not taking care of the children better.

“But his father will.”

#tie your heart to mine fic #tom bennett x ofc #tom bennett x diane #world on fire peaky blinders crossover #thomas shelby x oc #thomas shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #ewan mitchell

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An accidental Exposure

An Accidental Exposure

A STORY BY MIKE

My 38-year-old wife has wildly curly blond hair and stands 5’ 6” She has beautiful blue eyes, soft perfect lips, and a long thin neck. Her B cup breasts are still perky and capped with what seems to be forever hard just off pink nipples. She has just a hint of a mom's muffin but after 2 kids I know why. Her shapely mound is hairless and she either has me shave it or has it waxed every few weeks. Her legs are long and shapely with thin ankles and beautiful feet, and she keeps her toes always painted to match her fingers.

Kim is by no means a prude, in fact, she is a wild lady in bed but she has always been, except for around the house, very conservative in her dress. I don’t remember the last time I saw her in public in anything but a mid-calf maxi-length dress or floor-length skirt. Her bras are lacy but not overly sexy and while she doesn't wear panties with them she always wears pantyhose, and that's because I asked her not to right after we got married. She also always wears wedge style 3” heels even wearing mules at home.

At home, her just past shoulder-length hair is always in a ponytail or piled up on her head held in place with pins that can only about halfway contain her curls. She wears my old work shirts or t-shirt sometimes with panties, a lot of the time without, or sometimes runs around in a thong but rarely with a bra.

Kim has a few tops that while they are not sheer are very see-through and come down to about halfway on her butt leaving it and her pubic mound mostly exposed. Most mornings when she gets up that's what she slips on knowing how much I love looking at her legs exposed all the way up to her mound.

At this point in the story, I have also got to say that except for her Gynecologist, the woman that does her waxing, and her massage lady, I am 100% positive no one but me has seen her nude since we got married.

I have an hour and twenty-minute drive to work if there is no traffic. It was on a Monday that I overslept. We had some friends over for Sunday dinner and it was about midnight when we finally got to bed.

It was 7 am when I woke up and by the time I was in my truck and on my way it was 8. At 9:30 am I stuck my head in my Partners' door, sorry I’m late, did I miss much.. He looked up and smiled, “No worries Mike, you're hardly ever late and no.”

I was still turning on my computer when Kent came to my office “You got that Anderson folder?”

I felt my face go white “Shit I was in such a rush I left it on my desk at home.”

“Is it all done?”

“Yes, I finished it Saturday.” I looked at him and said, “I’ll go get it.”

Kent laughed, “It’s a good thing you don’t often screw up and own half the company.” He was still smiling “I have to go out that way, well almost right past your place to get to Talbuts anyway. I can stop and pick the folder up on the way.”

I picked my keys up and pulled my house key off the ring saying “Kim will be at work so just let yourself in. It’ll be on the right-hand side of my desk.” Kent had been to the house many, many times and knew where my little bedroom turned into an office.

He took the key saying “I should be back but if things run long I’ll just see you in the morning.” he looked at me “You want me to keep the key?”

“That's fine I have a spare in the truck.”

Kim…

I had to laugh at my poor husband Mike running around like a chicken with his head cut off. He loved his work and his company almost as much as he loved me and I had to smile at him for being late because it made him crazy. I was still laying in the bed as I watched him as he rushed around trying to shave, have coffee, and dress all at the same time. Once he was out the door I picked up my cell pushing the speed dial button to call my office. I was still smiling while looking out through the kitchen's french doors as he was pulling out of the drive. I told my secretary I was not feeling well and would be networking with her and the office from home.

I love the freedom of being home alone. I went in and spent some time trying my hair in new ways and was thinking for the millionth time, “There is nothing to do with this curly shit. God, I hate trying to straighten it every day. Mike would shit!” I smiled as I was thinking of having it cut as I pinned it up. Still wearing my skimpy morning shirt I smiled at my reflection thinking about how much Mike liked seeing me almost naked like this. I laughed out loud “He can be a bit of a perv.” It made me shiver thinking about the things we did together, and the things I wished he knew I wanted to do…

It was about 11 am and I was standing in the din at the bar between it and the kitchen. I had my back to the front door while I stood looking at my laptop and checking my email. I heard the key in the door and knowing it was Mike turned, smiling as I leaned back on the bar resting on my elbows. I knew that my short shirt fell so my breasts with my quickly hardening nipples could be seen through the thin cloth. I also knew that it had pulled up completely exposing my hairless mound. I felt myself grow damp as I waited for Mike to walk in.

Kent and I both froze in place as I squeaked “What the fuck are you doing..umm with my house key!” I saw his eyes running over my mostly nude body and that’s when the old Kim took over my mind. I made no effort to cover up as his eyes ate me up.

“I..A… Mike forgot a folder this morning. He gave me his key. Kim, he told me…I'm sure he thought you were at work.” His eyes were drinking in what he was seeing and something in me liked it. In fact, that old something came to the surface, liking it a lot!

Trying to be cool I pointed to the hall and Mike's office “Want some coffee?” I asked, thinking I should put on a robe but making no effort to do so. I stood watching Kent as he looked at his watch. “My meeting isn’t till 2 sure I have time for a cup.” I moved away from the bar top but I saw him looking back at my exposed bottom as he turned to go back to Mike's office.

When Kent came back into the kitchen I was standing next to the kitchen island. I knew with the light from the french doors I may as well not even have a top on as he sat the folder on the countertop. I pointed to the cup of steaming coffee “You don’t take anything in it do you?”

“No..um look Kim” His eyes dropped to my breasts then down to my mound and long legs “I’m sorry. Maybe I should just go.”

“It’s up to you, no harm done here. I know neither you nor Mike, neither one knew I was home.” I looked into his eyes. “We just won’t ever talk about it and Kent, you will call from now on before you come by.”

Kent picked up the folder and smiled “God you are beautiful.” He turned to walk to the living room and stopped. I smiled as he took out his cell and again I have no idea why but I just stood there and sort of posed for him as he took a couple of pictures of me.

“Alright, that’s enough.” I smiled at him as the shutter clicked on the 3rd pic “Mike had better never ever see those, now you go on and get out of here.”

It was a good thing he had not looked too closely. I was so wet it was leaking down the inside of my thighs and the instant the door clicked shut I almost ran back to our bedroom. I got out my magic wand and for the next hour used it between my trembling thighs cumming 5 or 6 times before I shut it off. It was still held tightly between my thighs as I turned onto my side and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was at once angry at myself for what I had done, angry that I was still horny from it and wondering what in the world had made me not even try to keep Kent from looking at my nakedness. Then talking out loud to myself I said, “You know what it was and why you did it you sick bitch!” It was then the guilt kicked in and I began to cry at how I had betrayed my husband and my wedding vows. I rolled onto my side, eyes wet, and looked at the clock. It was 4 pm.

When the tears stopped and as I pulled myself together I went in and took a really hot shower washing myself, feeling how tender my pussy was after an hour of grinding the ball of the magic wand into it and my clit. I was trembling at my betrayal as I washed worrying about Mike. I dried still wondering what to do, what if Kent said something. He wouldn't, would he?. He is married and has as much to lose as I do. No, he wouldn’t. But what about me? I have never lied to Mike about anything, not once not ever. I looked at my reflection as I put on a little brush of makeup. Again talking out loud to myself I said “It will be better if I’m upfront about it. Better he finds out from me than any other way.” Looking at how pink my cheeks were, I knew I couldn’t hide it from him anyway. He knew me too well.

Mike…

I was home at 10 past 6 pm just like every other day for the last 6 years. Kent was back early and had given my key back and I slipped it in the door and walked in. Kim was leaning back on her elbows against the bar and I was momentarily frozen in place as my eyes ran over her naked body. She looked so beautiful because all she was wearing was her nightshirt top.

“Mike, you stop right there.” I did as I was told and Kim started talking to me “I was as late as you but I called in telling them I was going to be working from home today.”

Her eyes searched my face “Imagine my surprise when hearing your key in the door I turned, thinking it was you only to find it was Kent coming in through the door. Mike, I was standing here just like this when he walked in.” She pointed to the hallway leading to the office. “Don’t say anything, just go to your office and come back.” Again I did as I was told, my mind screaming “FUCCKK!” as I walked back from my office finding her in the kitchen. She was standing next to the island, a cup of cold coffee still sitting where Kent had left it and she went on ” I was standing here just like this when Kent came back with the folder. I had offered him a cup of coffee but as you can see he didn’t drink it. He did tell me he was sorry for walking in on me.” She shook her head slowly back and forth her eyes looking into mine trying to see what I was thinking “Mike all of it was just a mistake,” Her hands came out to me in a sort of an I don’t know gesture “all of it that is but the fact I did nothing to cover my self, and the fact that me being so openly exposed had, well still has me so turned on I could scream!”

It was kind of like it wasn’t me, it was someone else that stepped up behind her. I had never been rough with Kim but now my hand went to the back of her neck as I pushed and turned her and as her hips stopped at the counter, it wasn’t me forcing her to bend over the island. With my free hand, I opened my pants letting them drop around my knees “OH! Mike SHIT!” Came from Kim “OHuhu!” As I placed the tip of my cock at her wet opening and pushed. My hands went to her tits and I pulled on them twisting her nipples “Aaaahhhh Umm!” She cried out and in my mind, I smiled at how she was pushing back on me. This wasn’t love-making, it was me taking what I wanted from her. I began pounding into her, taking her listening as she was gasping for air, and came, “Huh, Huh AAAaaaaaa!” She cried out as she came again. It was like her climax only seemed to madden this man that wasn't me. I was growling as I tried to push into her so deeply I thought my 9-inch cock would push through into her cervix as it bottomed out with each heated stroke “Aaaagod ohhhhHUHU!” She came again, she was shaking under me still pushing herself back into me meeting each thrust as I went at her like I was a jackhammer pounding into her.

When it happened it seemed to come from my toes up my legs ripping through my balls “I’m Cumming! Kim oh fuck! OHHH Gumphhh” I bellowed as I shot into her, emptying myself rope after rope of my white-hot seed getting pushed deeper into her as I tried to screw myself deeper than I had ever gone before. I had always been afraid of hurting her with my size, but now I gave her all of it listening to her whimper as she shook through another small cum.

I was frantic and still coming as I pulled out of her, hauling her back away from the island I pushed her to her knees. Still hard as stone, her eyes came up to mine as a glob of my cum hit her chin dripping down onto her right tit. She opened her mouth taking the last of what was in me, her eyes on mine as she swallowed it. That was something else she would never do. But she did that day licking and sucking me clean.

When I stepped away pulling up my pants I looked into her eyes, at her maybe bruised red lips, the cum on her tits. I wasn’t sure what I felt. I had never treated her like that and I didn't think I was sorry for it, in fact at that instant I didn't think I felt anything. This roughness was something I didn't know was in me and by the look on her face neither did she.

We didn’t talk. I helped her up from where she knelt on her now very red knees. Her eyes were still searching mine for a moment before she turned and went to our bedroom. When I heard the shower come on I went in and changed into a t-shirt and shorts.

It was about a half-hour before she came out of the shower with her wet curly hair all drawing up letting the pull up to their kinky curly natural look. She had on a t-shirt over nothing and black lycra volleyball shorts that plainly let me see it was without panties and as always in her 3” wedge style mules. She picked up her purse and held my truck keys out to me, being sure I saw she was holding them out by the house key. “Let's go to In and Out.”

We walked out to my truck and much to my surprise she got in on my side. She was sitting very close to me as we drove, but still not talking. In fact, nothing was said until we were on our way home. “Mike, it wasn't my fault.”

“I know.”

We had been in bed for a while. I could hear Kim breathing in the darkness of the bedroom, “Did I hurt you?”

She turned on her side to face me, her hand coming to my hair-covered belly “No.”

“Kim I am always so afraid of hurting you. Making it so you don’t want me in you anymore.”

“I’m not made of glass Mike, I won’t break.” She scooted close her right leg coming over mine. Her head came to my shoulder. “Mike...um..I…Shit babe don’t get angry please but I need to tell you this. Um...where to start… I have always known that deep inside of me was another person.” She was speaking very softly “When I was about, well let's just say young my Uncle Tim would come around. I was in cheer and I loved the attention I got when I would let him watch me as I practiced. Then one day I saw the lump in his pants.

I of course knew what it was and I started watching my dad, and then his friends, and the coaches. I slowly started to realize they were getting turned on looking at me.” She moved up on her elbow “So I started doing other things, mostly to my dad, uncle and their male friends that would come around, doing it because somewhere in my head I knew..” I could feel her shaking her head “ I had a sort of power over them. I also knew it could get bad for me but didn’t care. I just wanted them to look at me, I wanted them to get all sexed up thinking about me. I started buying panties that were while not sheer were thin enough that they could be seen through and wearing short dresses that were too short, short enough so that while setting or dancing around or bending they could see my pussy in them.

After I would spend time showing myself to them I would be so very wet I would run to my room and touch myself rubbing it like crazy.

It even got to the point I would let my uncle see me sometimes without my panties.” Kim ran her hand down over my tummy to my mound and gasped “Ohh.” At what she found. She moved up over me lifting then setting astraddle of me going on as she lowered herself down taking me in, then up and back down taking me deep in her belly and she went on. “As I got older I would do other things, like a skirt too short worn to the grocery so when I bent my bottom would show” She was moving very slowly on me “I would wear short skirts and dresses to the shoe store so when the sales guy would help fit the shoes I wanted to try on they would get a nice look up my skirt at my naked sex.” She had not picked up speed but I could feel her trembling inside as she said “I never..oh shit oh aaaaaa!” She moaned as she came flooding us both “Ohh Mike I..I…I’m not a slut!” I pushed up into her finding my own release as she leaned forward, I held her to me like that for a long time. “It was when I met and fell in love with you I changed my way of dress and quit being a bad girl.”

I held her to me until grew soft in her and slipped out, only then did she move off of me, turning onto her side facing away from me and speaking very softly, “Please don’t hate me. Mike, I haven't done anything bad since I married you.”

The next morning after a mostly sleepless night I showered in the guest bath to keep from waking her. I called Kim and I both in telling her work and mine we had a family emergency and would not be in the rest of the week.

It was about 9 am and Kim was nude and still damp from a shower when she walked into the kitchen. I saw she had just finger-combed her hair. “You know I love it when you just let your hair get all kinky crazy like that.”

She gave me a funny look, “I only ever straightened it because that's how it was when we met and I thought you liked it.” She poured a cup of coffee. “Trust me I’ll be more than happy to just let it curl for you if you like it.”

“I do.” I said as I pointed to the open french doors “Let's take our coffee out onto the deck.”

Kim frowned “I’ll need to slip..”

I put my hand on her arm stopping her “No you're ok, I think it’s private enough with everyone around us off at work.”

Outside at the little cafe table she loved, we sat facing out to the pool. “I’ll call and get a finance company to come out and put up a privacy fence around the back here.” I looked at her “You know when we first moved here I didn’t understand why you wanted it, but I get it now.”

Kim smiled, “I'd really like that.” She blushed “That is if you wouldn’t mind me with an all-over tan.

“Yea, I’m pretty sure I'd like it.” I looked at her “Honey, I couldn't sleep. I lay there in bed and thought about everything you told me and babe,” I reached over taking her hand “I wish I had known years ago.” I let my eyes search her face “But Kim, you have to know I’m no cuckold. I could not stand the thought of someone else touching you.”

She gave me sort of a twisted funny look “Oh, Mike no. My desire to be exposed has nothing to do with our sex life. Godman, the things you did to me yesterday still has my head spinning, no it has never been about that at all.” she shook her head, her eyes growing big “I am purely an exhibitionist. I just like to be looked at, that's all.”

We grew quiet each of our own thoughts about the changes that we both knew were coming.

“Kim I can do this but there have to be some rules for it to work for me.”

Her eyes dropped to my half-hard sex, “Okay, tell me.”

“I like how you dress for your work or church or whatever. I like that you, the you, you have you have been for all of these years.” I was getting more excited as I went on. “I am wondering if wearing sexy things under your normal dresses would help, you know lacy or sheer bra’s garter belts with stockings or lace teddies.” I kinda shrugged “I mean you can’t walk around with your ass hanging out all of the time, so do you think that would help.”

“It is nice to feel sexy under my clothes, so yes we could try that.”

I nodded ok as I said “I kind of got the impression you like to act like you don’t know you're showing off or it’s an accident. Am I right?”

“Well, yes and no. The teasing of flashing up my skirt has always been what gets my motor running, but I have often thought about wearing things that should have a slip without one or going braless in a top that shows just a little too much, that kind of thing.” She smiled “I do love to act like I don’t know what I’m showing, but Mike, I have to tell you it really turned me on being exposed to Kent, having him seeing me almost naked made my blood boil.” Kim stood and moved in front of me saying “I wonder what the pool guy would think if I was nude when he came around?” She moved so she was facing me and straddling my legs. She took my steel-hard manhood in her hand pointing it to her opening as she sat down on me. She was as wet as I ever felt her and I slipped easily into her belly. The feel of her heat was so hot it was as though it would burn me.

“Ummm.” I was having a hard time thinking as she moved in that ever so slow way she always seemed to enjoy “I guess I don’t care how much or how little you wear when you are with me.” I put my hands on her butt cheeks helping her move. “But when I am not around you have to be covered just like you always have been in the, oh honey...in the past.” She leaned into me, her breasts mashing into my chest “Ummm” I whispered into her ear.

Her lips came to my neck kissing it up to my ear and she nibbled on its lobe softly saying “I’m so close.” I pushed up tilting my hips as I went in all the way to the bottom “Oh godddd!” Her hips began jackhammering on me as she sucked in air “Aaaaaaaaaa!” When her lips found mine she gasped into my mouth “Cum in me!”

It only took a few hard thrusts up and I exploded sending rope after hot rope up into her sucking womb “Ghhhh!” I shook, pumping it into her.

She rested on me as I held her. She stayed with her head on my shoulder long after I grew soft and slipped out.

“Babe, listen, it's very important that you only play when I'm around. I know men and I don’t want some guy to think that just because you let him look up your dress you want his hand up it or worse to think because you let him he see it you wanted him to fuck you.” I kissed her soft pink lips “Alright.”

“Yes, my love, that's fine.”

We spent the rest of the day in and out of the house talking about her, the things she wanted, and me with the things I thought I could handle and keep her safe.

The next morning we were to go shopping and as I shaved she asked: “What should I wear?”

“Honey,” I looked at her reflection as I pulled the razor over my face. “I’m going to say that today is your day. Wear what you want.”

I was having a coffee when she came into the kitchen. Kim wore her normal just past knee-length button-down maxi dress with black slingback peep toe 3” wedge heels and her blond hair was wildly unkempt. “God, women, you are so beautiful.” I looked at how the top 4 buttons of her dress were open showing a lot of the valley between her obviously braless breasts. I let my eyes travel down and as she took a step in a sort of letting me see and I saw that the buttons in the bottom of her dress were open up so the last open button was the one about an inch below her smooth sex. “Do you want me to wear panties?” She smiled.

“No.”

We went to several stores and when she would try on things she almost always left the curtains of the changing room open at least a quarter of the way. Always enough so that me or anyone else looking could watch her change.

She bought several shelf bras that went under the bottom of her breast leaving the top half and her nipples uncovered. She bought lacy garter belts in reds, blacks, and blues and Wilford stockings to wear with them. She bought some lace bodysuits and tap pant-style jumpers. She bought some almost sheer blouses and some dresses that without a slip would be seen through or at least highlighted showing that she had no slip-on. Then she bought 3 denim skirts that were well above mid-thigh and I knew if she sat wearing one there would almost be no way for her to not show panties, if she wore any.

It was almost 3 in the afternoon when she looked at me. “I’m hungry and need a drink.”

There was a little pub in the back of scoobies restaurant and so with the back seat of the truck filled with bags we stopped. Kim had a Margarita and I drank a Lone Star in a long neck. She was a little quiet, the constant chatter of her shopping being replaced by something else, she looked kind of thoughtful. I asked, “So what’s going through that beautiful head of yours now?”

She tilted her head to the side “I... well...Mike I want to get my nipples, belly button, and clit pierced.” I guess I kind of did an oh shit kind of thing with my head and it must have shown on my face because she said, “But I won’t do it if you don’t..”

I interrupted her “Do we need an appointment or is it something we can have done today?”

She half smiled “They do it at little Johns.” John has always done my tattoos and I knew

he did piercings, I just wanted to know if she knew it.

Watching her face I pulled out my cell “John please, it’s Mike King.“Hey John, how are you...Yes fine, fine.” I looked at Kim's smiling face “Well my friend, my wife has decided that she wants her nipples, belly button, and gig pierced, would you have time to do it this afternoon?... Cool. See you in about 30 minutes.”

John as always was happy to see us. I have over time spent a boatload of money sitting in his tattoo chair and he knows Kim from her coming with me when I get inked. This would be a first for me in that I was going to be with her when she not only got naked with an almost stranger but he would be touching her intimate place. It would be her first time being touched but her second time being seen after Kent. John looked at me. “You ok man? A lot of guys have to wait outside.”

“Yes. I’m fine” I chuckled looking at Kim “This is the first time I've been here that it’s not going to hurt me.”

In the little room, Kim, not shy at all, took off her dress and hung it up. I watched her standing naked while watching John put the fresh paper on the chair. “Ok, Kim, if you're ready to go, have a seat.” Her cheeks were flushed with excitement as she sat on the chair and John patted the stirrups like a gynecologist would have on his table “Feet up here hun.” Now with her feet up and her knees bent John pushed a button and an electric motor came to life opening the bottom of the chair up. Her eyes shot to mine as it spread Kim's legs about as wide open as they would go leaving her sex fully exposed. John on a rolling stool moved between her legs and as he worked he talked telling her what he was going to be doing. I saw her growing wet and how it glistened in the light as he said he wanted to do her gig first because it was the hardest. Still talking to her about it he slowly started washing her sex with paper towelettes. He told her they were soaked in a clear betadine and by this time she was wet as hell but doing fine until he pulled back the hood of her clit, her eyes came to mine then closed as an involuntary “HUH! Oh!” came from her.

He held her clits hood up with his gloved fingers as he put a clamp on it with a loop in the tip. The clamp held her hood in place so the needle with the ring hooked to it would go through her clit. With the clamp attached to her hood, his fingers went to her clit and suddenly her eyes went wide as she gasped “Oh Oh Aaaa!” and while she didn’t squirt she did almost flood herself as she came “Aaah umm!” and in that instant, John pushed the needle through. He held the palm of his hand flat over her clit cupping it for a moment or so to let her rest for a moment and he was still talking like nothing had happened, “You doing ok?” He again washed her down with the towelettes.

Her eyes searched my face as she said “John I’m sorry.”

“Kim.” he chuckled. “that happens to about 98% of the ladies that come in here to get their gig done.” He shrugged looking at me “That's why if I didn’t know you I would have had you wait outside.” He looked back at Kim “I don’t know why, but I guess it’s a combination of the skin's reaction to the betadine, a stranger touching you in such an intimate way, and then there is the pain. I know it hurts.”

30 minutes later with her boobs and belly button done, we were holding hands walking out to the truck, She shook my hand “Mike I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

As she slipped up into the truck seat I leaned in and kissed her, “You're fine.” I smiled “and if I’m truthful with you and myself, that was sexy as hell.”

Over the next few days really nothing much changed at home. Kim as always wore skimpy things that I loved. The fence company showed up one day and the next they were gone so our backyard became our own little nudist heaven. We had gone out to dinner a few times with Kim wearing one of her new shelf bras and a blouse that plainly showed off her nipples.

But her pussy was still a little tender so there wasn’t much in the way of sex.

It was just past 9 AM when my cell buzzed. I smiled to see it was Kent’s wife and our friend Amy. “Hey beautiful what's up?”

“We need to talk. Can you meet me at Ables for lunch?”

“Sure. What Time?”

“11:30.”

“Amy, are you ok?”

“No.” I frowned when the phone went dead.

She was sitting in her car when I pulled up. Ables is a place that makes Hoagie-style sandwiches and I was really looking forward to eating. As I walked to her car the door swung open and as Amy turned to get out her wrap skirt opened all the way up exposing her very shapely leg up to her hip. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the belt at her waist keeping it closed it would have opened up to her beautiful neck. “Hi.” I smiled.

“Hi yourself.” She leaned in, kissing me softly on the lips. Amy is a short woman, I'm guessing about 5’ 2” with shoulder-length brown hair glasses and a round face. She isn’t what I’d call a full-figured, but she is thick with a full c-cup, and for a big girl she had a small waist, a great ass, and those legs, oh my those legs. She hooked her arm into mine as we started walking. We had met in college so I knew her long before Kent or Kim. In fact, I had introduced her to Kent. We walked into the place and once seated with our order taken she looked at me. “There is no easy way to say this. Mike, I’m leaving Kent. She pulled a cell phone from her bag, opened it then pushed it to me. I looked at the picture of Kim standing next to the kitchen island, and I put the cell phone in my jacket pocket.

“Amy, they are not having an affair if that's why you're leaving Kent.”

She gave me a hard look “They aren’t? Then what in the fuck is that?” She pointed to my pocket.

And for the next few minutes, I told her the whole story about me forgetting some papers and when Kent went to get them he walked in on Kim still dressed from bed. “Amy, Kim told me all about it that evening when I got home.”

Amy frowned and asked, “And Kent didn’t tell you about it?”

I said, “No,” I shook my head saying, “‘But then I don’t think I‘d tell him if I walked in on you and then spent 15 or 20 minutes with you mostly naked as I got the papers and left. I know it was that long because Kim told me they talked for a couple of minutes. But Amy I'll tell you again they are not screwing around.” I looked at her “Have you asked him about it?’

“No. He left his cell home the other day and I went to answer it when it rang. That's when I got nosy and looked at his pictures.”

“Kim told me there's more than one?” I pulled the cell out of my pocket and looked at all 3 pictures. Kim looked hot and I felt myself lengthen in my pants but other than being mostly nude she wasn’t doing anything naughty. I shook my head “Amy, I well, alright let me tell you the rest of it.”

She and I ate and then drove to a park by Brushy Creek and spent the rest of the afternoon talking about Kim and what I had learned about her and us. Amy told me about Kint and while she could not prove it she was sure he was screwing around on her with someone.

“Why do you think that?”

“He has since the day we got married been the horniest man I have ever known and if I would let him he would screw me 4 times a day. Well, it has slowly stopped.” She had a sad smile. “He hasn’t touched me in 5 or 6 months.”

“Amy, that doesn’t mean he has a girlfriend. For god’s sake woman you have to talk to him, you can’t just walk out.” I took her hand in mine and squeezed it “He’s 50, maybe..”

Amy’s eyes went wide, “ED problems?”

“It could be. Want me to get nosy?”

That evening as Kim and I cooked dinner together she listened quietly as I went through the whole story with Amy thinking she was fucking Kent. She stopped in the middle of the kitchen holding her hands out to me “Mike I swear on my kid’s eyes I’m not fucking him.”

I smiled as I stepped to her and took her in my arms, I kissed her deeply saying “I know babe.” I pulled back looking into her beautiful eyes. “I know.” I chuckled, “And we don’t have any kids.”

“You ass hat!” Her arms still around me she asked “So what do you think is going on?”

I shrugged my shoulders “Maybe he can’t get it up. He is the right age and maybe he is too embarrassed to talk to her about it. I told Amy I'd talk to him.”

The next morning after the day had started I went to Kent’s office and closed the door. As I sat down across from him I sat the cell on his desk. I watched the color drain from his face. “Where did you get my phone?”

“Kent, relax. Kim told me everything the evening it happened. You and I are ok.” I saw him visibly relax “The problem is, it wasn’t me that found it. It was Amy.”

“Well fuck.” came out from clenched teeth. “And she saw the pictures and came right to you?”

“Yes. Shit Kent she thought you were fucking Kim.”

His hand came up “WHOA BUDDY! Mike, I’m not!”

“I know, and I think Amy knows now. Look if she hadn’t come to me I wouldn’t have said a word because I would not have told you if something like that happened with me and Amy. Kent, she told me you haven’t touched her in months. No wonder she thinks your fucking around.”

“Well this is just getting better and better isn’t it ” He shrugged “What the fuck! No...It’s just that I’m having problems.” His shoulder went down as he sort of collapsed in his chair “Mike I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, the first thing you do is talk to your wife about it. The next thing is you make a doctor’s appointment. It might be something other than your an old fucker.”

A slight smile came to his lips “Fuck you to buddy.”

I grinned at him “Look beside the little blue pill there are 1000s of different ways you can keep both you and Amy happy in the sack.” I stood up and said, “Come on, I want to go to the toy store anyway.”

That evening after the lights were out I whispered to Kim “If you want to try something new roll onto your tummy.” Without a word she did as I asked “Spread your legs babe, I need to get between them.” Again she simply did as I asked and moving between them I began to massage her. I started on her shoulders and worked down until I was rubbing on her butt cheeks. I pulled them apart as I leaned in and kissed her right on her star.

“Oh!” there was just a hint of her pushing up to my lips “Babe! What are you doing?”

My hands were moving over her legs as I was still bent over her. I blew cool air onto her ring “Ohh.” I kissed it again “mmm.”

I rose up picking up the KY jelly I had set next to us and put some on her star. Now as my left hand moved over her back the thumb of my right hand worked at slipping into her, In then out “Oh BABE!” I then got deeper and deeper in until my whole thumb was in her and she was humping slowly on it “OOOOO BABAE!”

I moved again, working more KY into her with my thumb as I picked up the ¾ inch rosebud anal toy I had bought that day. I pulled my thumb out and as the tip of it came out the tip of the plug went in. Again I work her slowly with her gasping “HUH HUH OH YES OOOO!” As I worked it deeper and deeper until the head slipped in past her accepting sphincter and it sucked the plug sucking it in “OGGHHOOGGod OH fuck I’m cumming!” She pushed up into my hand gasping “Aaaaaaaaaaa'' Then trembling from her cum she moved to her side slipping away from me. “Oh, fuck Mike!” She turned on the bed and with me still on my knees as I had been between her open thighs brought her lips to my sex.

I was already really turned on and with her mouth and talented tongue I didn’t last long “I’m about to cum.” I warned her, she renewed her effort in the dark of the bedroom. “Ho!” I gasped expecting her to pull back as she had always done. But she didn't, she pushed in taking me deep in her throat and as my burning hot seed shot out of me I felt her throat working to swallow me. “KIM!” I called out “God!” Needing air she pulled back keeping the tip between her lips sucking it like a straw. It was the first time she swallowed every drop, then with air in her lungs again she took me back into her throat catching the last of it. She pulled back licking and sucking as I grew soft in her mouth. “I love you!” She whispered as she moved to pull me down next to her. It was also the first time I tasted myself on her lips and tongue. Then breaking our kiss I whispered back “That's good because I love you.” I pulled her hand. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”

Nothing was said about the butt plug or the fact that we had never done anything like that before. It was about 10 am the next Saturday she was in the kitchen when I walked in, “Kim I have something for you. Close your eyes.”

Smiling, she did as I had asked, saying “What kind of magic are you up to this time?”

“I chuckled “Oh you will see. Bend over the counter please.” Again she did as I asked and with my left hand I spread her vagina lips as I placed the next toy at her opening “You're really wet, do you want some lube?”

“No, OHH!” I pushed the head of the mouse in “OHHHH!” It slipped completely in and I used my finger to push it in as deeply as I could get it. “What is that?” She looked over her shoulder at me. “It’s all nice and warm.”

“I had it in my hand for a while to bring it to my body temperature. It is a kegel exercise.” I lied.”

I stepped back and she turned to frown at me as with exasperation in her voice she asked: “Are you saying I’m loose or too big to feel good!”

I smiled just a little “No silly! Not at all. But I have read that ladies can keep from dripping when they cough if they work that muscle. You know I see you cross your legs when you cough or sneeze.”

I pulled her to me “No babe, your pussy is perfect!” I kissed the tip of her nose “And I’d love to take you with it out for lunch.”

Still frowning, her hand went between her legs finding the antenna hanging down “What's this?”

“Well it's so more weight can be hooked to it making it harder and harder to keep in.”

“You're taking me to the Olive Garden for making me think my pussy is not tight enough.” She smiled, “Besides I have a new dress I want to wear.”

The new dress was off-white, almost ten, and Kim looked elegant in the plain boat neck unlined midi dress with half sleeves. It was a cotton dress and were it not for the folds in the full skirt would have been very see-through. As it was when she moved and the skirt touched her or the light was right I was able to see it shining through it. To say the least, it was quite an eye opening and fun to look at. There was a flat belt around the waist and because she was wearing a tan half bra her nipples were out there for the world to see. “You look amazing!” I must have had a goofy grin because she blushed.

“Thanks, babe!”

As we drove to the restaurant she was quiet, then she looked at me “Tell me the truth about whatever it is you have in me!”

“No.”

“You're killing me here, you know that, don’t you, you ass hat!”

“Good.” We were parking. “You just keep thinking that.”

As we walked into the restaurant I could not help but look at the people we passed. For the most part, the women would smile or look away but I think every man in the place had their eyes glued to Kim's breasts. I felt myself lengthen in my pants.

Once seated I smiled sweetly as the waiter walked up “Would you like wine? We have an excellent Lambrusco available right now.”

I had taken out my cell and had it sitting on the table and just as she said yes... I touched the screen “OH!” There was a fire in her eyes as they met mine “I’m sorry yes..Um..shit, that will be fine.”

He was walking away and I turned it off and in a harsh whisper asked, “What in the blue balls of hell is that thing?”

I smiled and turned it on again giving it a little more vibration. “It's called a mouse and I have it hooked to my cell so I can make the mouse move whenever I want to.” I turned it back off watching her move a little uncomfortable in her seat.”

And that was the beginning of a whole new chapter in our life....

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saintlesbian · 1 year

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as an Esme enjoyer (NOT APOLOGIST!!!!) I have lots of conflicting Thoughts ™️ on her current character rn. maybe it’s bc AKP is such an entertaining actress or maybe it’s bc I only started watching recently (so I kinda missed out on most of her really unethical behavior) but. there’s something about this fucked up little skrunkly animal of a girl that draws me in sorry.

like esme’s sociopathic snark was funny to me. the whole thing of her being manipulated by her father into manipulating the cassadine men in order to try and break up Ava and nik’s marriage was entertaining to me as a supporter of Women Who Scheme… and she’s doing all of this to gain the attention and affection of her father who is kinda Incapable of Love and is preoccupied with his Ava obsession at all times. like I can get why she would fuck nikolas to try and screw over Ava since to Esme, Ava is the main obstacle standing between her and her father’s love. and Ryan’s manipulation def bled into the way she interacted with the rest of the people she supposedly cared about since she literally alienated herself from the entire rest of the YA friend group by COMMITTING A SEX CRIME???? AND FRAMING TRINA FOR IT???? all to sow discord among them, isolate them, and ESPECIALLY to isolate spencer so she could keep manipulating the shit out of him.

like i think she saw trina, being friendly and reasonable with Spencer, as a threat to her relationship bc she’s insecure as hell and doesn’t have a model of healthy attachment to base her experiences on. and she sees joss and cam being happy together (maybe still wanting cam a little bit bc he was one of the few people she showed a softer side to??) and gets jealous as fuck bc she doesn’t have that kind of happy relationship. so she kills two birds with one stone, records the caoss revenge porn to sabotage their relationship and pins it on trina to isolate her from her friends… except even with all that reasoning behind it it’s still like GIRL??? you really didn’t need to do any of that??? like Ryan didn’t even order her to do that she just picked up a little sociopathic side project for herself. the crazy roots ran deep with this one. god forbid women have hobbies I guess

so to have those roots ripped out of Esme with the amnesia plot, it’s kinda like they sucked out all the meat and left behind a shell of Esme, this panicky waif, this sopping wet animal in the rain, directionless and loveless. I kinda imagine this is just what she was like before she started communicating with Ryan, and with the recent death of her adoptive family she just latched onto the first family she could find, with Ryan, modeling all of her behaviors after his orders. and even after the amnesia she still latches onto the first family she can find, with Laura the maternal figure and Kevin her uncle, who looks just like the father she can’t really remember.

she’s def not a victim tho, despite the two different hostage situations she was in recently. those were mostly her own fault lol. I think for Esme to have any shot at a meaningful redemption she does still need to face the consequences of her actions, whether she remembers them or not. jail time 100% for the revenge porn thing bc even I can’t make an excuse for how yucky that was. but what would really seal the deal for me is if she actually got her memory and a little of her personality back. scared animal Esme is fine and all but I’m starting to miss her snarky side… I think her redemption would be more satisfying if she had to deal with the guilt of her past atrocities and come face to face with everyone she hurt and have them all lay into her.

and I think the specter of Ryan should haunt her. like how she used to hallucinate him telling her to hurt her baby… I think that should be an ever present threat in esme’s head. like esme should def keep her snark and mild criminal behavior, but also when faced with the chance to fully revert to her old ways, she should be actively choosing not to be evil, rather than it just being a byproduct of her blank slate status. also this bitch needs therapy for sure but I’m wondering what impact talking to Kevin would have on her fractured subconscious…

#general hospital #pentababbles #long post #hi sorry for the rant about everybody’s least favorite bitch in the world but. I like her sorry #some of my fave character type are literally just scared animal failgirl woman who schemes & girl w/ smth Wrong w/ her #and esme is currently a confluence of all of them. I think she needs to be tormented more 😊#I just think we’re at a crossroads with a lot of potential okay!!#if the writers could just do this right then we could have an interesting multifaceted character on our hands!!#also I think even if Esme apologizes for all that shit she did I don’t think she should be forgiven.#or at least not forgiven quickly or easily since did shit that had lasting traumatic effects on people.#like she fucked with Spencer’s self worth real bad. had trina deal with the horrors of the criminal justice system.#major invasion of privacy for caoss leading to the rift in their friendship and joss seeking the love of a dangerous man #while cam deals with the feelings of violation and insecurity from having that sex tape leaked #also Esme did kickstart a chain of events leading to Ava divorcing and KILLING her husband #like shit dude that’s a lot to atone for. bitch good luck!

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Can we get that story how Pepa snuck into the boy locker room 😊

Oh right right, from THIS ask, you mean!

Sure, why not? We love a little crazy teenage Pepa here and there.

"Oh you BITCH!"

Pepa muttered. The SECOND she snuck in here, the second they saw so much as an ankle, Rosario just up and ditched her. Fucking prude. Whatever, she didn’t need her, she could appreciate the boys all by herself. It was easy, honestly, all she had to do was wait till no one was looking, and sneak right in. It was easy, as long as you were careful. Oh and if you weren't a bitch like her. Pepa was for once, lucky she was so thin, so there wasn't much to hide. She peered past the lockers, and holy shit.

She hit the motherload. Every single guy in school was there. From the nerds, to the total cuties, and-

"Woah. Carlos is a four on the face but an eight below the waist~..."

She had been with a few of them, same as any other girl, but there were SO many new sights to see. Thin boys, fat boys, hairy boys, bare boys. Boys with cute scars or moles or even freckles. Big butts, tight butts, flat butts- she was at a whole boy buffet. And it was sorta...hot, seeing them in their natural state.

"Carlos!"

"What? It was funny!"

Boys apparently REALLY liked to smack each other's butts. She'd be doing the same though, honestly. She bit her bottom lip as she watched them, hoping maybe to see them do something just a BIT more physical with each other-

"And just what are you doing here, Pepita?"

"Oh! Félix! Hi! I was just. Just...uh..."

Of course he found her. She was about to speak up for herself, when she got a look at him. A real good look. He was wrapped in only a white towel, leaving so little to the imagination. He was a big, big boy. Wide as he was handsome. Hair on his chest that drifted down his gut, poking out of the towel to what she could only imagine was a forest of pubic hair. And to top it all off, he was laced in water, most likely having just gotten out of the shower. Little drops cascaded down his body, she wanted to dry him off with her damn tongue and-

"Oye-mis ojos están aquí arriba."

He gestured to his eyes, and god damn did they look pretty when she did something wrong. She was glad she was in here instead of just the bathroom, her steaming up the room just made it less noticeable.

"Right! Right they are uh. Up there. Sorry I uh. Got lost?"

He gave her a look that made it clear her lie wasn't working. There was a few voices beyond the lockers, and Félix took a step towards her, making her all the more nervous.

"You were being a pervert, weren't you?"

"I...wouldn't say that. I mean you could call it studying biology, maybe?"

"Pepa."

Oh the way he said her name. So firm, so serious, it made her knees tremble like a newborn lamb. She rubbed the mist at her face.

"Okay, yes. I got curious, so I snuck in."

"You know you can get into a lot of trouble if you get caught. I should snitch on you."

"But you won't, because?"

"Because I know you. I try telling you no, you just keep going till you get what you want. So, I'm just going to give you exactly what you want."

She was about to ask what he meant, when he grabbed her hands in his own, thumbs digging into her palms, and pinned them over her head. The sound of him pushing them against the metal lockers was enough to jumpstart her poor little heart. Then, he pressed himself against her, big, wet body and all, and kissed her. At first, it was the kisses she was used to. Simple, yet firm. Then he decided that wasn't enough.

His tongue slipped past her lips, rubbing against the inside of her cheeks, against her tongue. He was so slow, yet so demanding about it too, inhaling her moans with every slow caress of his tongue. He was relentless too, only stopping when he wanted to mutter things against her ever drooling lips. Dirty things that'd make the lord himself blush. Things about her being a bad girl, about her deserving a million guys pinning her down and kissing her, till she was practically drenched in drool.

"But right now...that's my job. Those pretty lips are mine. And god do I fucking want them."

It didn't matter how many kisses he got. He wanted more. He was a beastly man, possessive, sauve, almost overwhelming. She only just now noticed she was dripping down her legs. All this? Over some kisses and naughty words?

"Shh, quiet, Pepi. You want those guys to hear me fuck that mouth with my tongue? You're getting so fucking loud."

She heard herself as he slid his tongue back in. Oh he was right. She was muttering and mumbling and moaning like a little whore, all because his tongue was against hers, all because it wouldn't stop feeling so big and thick and hot and wet and-

She was going to cum. Oh my god, she was going to cum. Her little hips bucked against him for some type of stimulus, but received none. She was a drooling, soaking, shaking mess, all because of his nimble, talented tongue. And he knew it too, loudly slurping up her spit as he only kissed her further and further to her first ever hands free orgasm. His lips silenced her own cries as she finally gave in, letting herself cum, right in the boy's locker room. He wouldn't move, just made her sit there and relish in her own bliss. When he pulled away, drool still connected their tongues. She swallowed, absolutely out of breath, her words practically a whisper.

"I. I didn't. Know you could even do that...~"

"I can do a lot of things. Like keep that pretty face out of trouble. You've had your fun, no more coming back in here, okay?"

"Si. But just...one more kiss?"

He buried his fingers in her hair with one hand, pulling her into a kiss, while his other hand dug so tightly into her ass, she hoped it'd bruise. It only lasted a second unfortunately, but it was enough to get her feeling dizzy all over again.

"Happy?"

"Mhmm~"

"Good. Now go on, before you get us both in trouble."

He gave her a pat on her butt, before helping her leave. She made her way to the cafeteria, where her friends were, and sat down. Osma raised a brow at her.

"What's up with you?"

"You know Félix Castillo?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna wife him the fuck up."

Félix Madrigal. She liked how that sounded.

#asks #not transformers #lemon #encanto #listen i don't doubt Félix can actually do this #you look at him and tell me hes not a good fucking kisser #also yes Pepa was absolutely that girl that wrote 'Félix Madrigal' in her journal a million times #like that fucking scene in shrek 2

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What a day

🎂: MHA

🧁; Sero

🍫: Mina

Summary: Mina has a very violent ler mood. Sero becomes the target.

A/N: I’m so sorry if I misrepresented ler moods in any way, I tried to read up and I’ll do my best but I am a very big Lee and have never had a ler mood before .

TW: Mild swearing

What a day

Mina couldn’t take it anymore.

She had wanted to tickle someone all day.

She had tried to hold out but she just couldn’t anymore! She wanted to see someone, anyone, laugh and squirm beneath her. Blushing adorably as she teased them in how cute they were. She wanted to take someone’s cares away, letting them just laugh and laugh and laugh.

She resigned herself to go find someone who hopefully wouldn’t mind.

Finally, with a sigh, she got up off her bed and quietly left her dorm, searching for a victim.

A smile slowly crept over her face when she saw Sero reading his manga in the common room, lounging and sprawled out.

‘Perfect’ her mind whispered as she crept up behind him.

As soon as he was about to turn the page, she pounced, squeezing his thigh quickly.

“Whahaht thehe HAHELL! MINAHAHA!” He yelled out , both in surprise and ticklishness.

“Hey Sero! Looks like the tickle monsters gotcha!”

“Whyhyhy meheheHe?” His squeaky giggles pulled something from Mina, encouraging her further.

“Convenience.” Mina replied curtly.

“MINAHAHA! Stohohop IHIT!” Sero cried , as the other hero in training started to pinch his elbows.

“Stop? I’m not doing anything!”

“LiHAHAR! NOHOHOT THEHERe! “

“Not where? This little cute sensitive elbow. Why? It seems to be working!”

Sero’s face erupted into red so quickly, Mina was almost impressed.

“DOHOHONT!”

“Don’t what? The tickling or the teasing?”

“StOHOP TEHEHEASIHING MEHEHE!” He said between gasps for breath

“Oh? So you do want me to tickle you, how cute! “

Sero needed to breathe, so Mina joined to his belly, a much less sensitive area, as Sero responded .

“Dihihid i Sahahay thahahat?”

“No. But you aren’t denying it.” Pinky replied with a shit-eating grin.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Sero said, embarrassed flush intensifying on his face.

“Gasp! Did you just have the AUDACITY? The ABSOLUTE GALL to SASS me?! In your position! You are gonna regret that! “

Mina exclaimed (over-dramatic, of course.) before kneading into his elbows and giving his tummy a raspberry at the same time.

“wahahahit- mINHaHHAH! IM SOHOHORYHEHEHE! PLEAHEHEASSE STOHOHAHp! “

“Where’d all that sass go, now , huh Sero?”

“MIINAHAHA ! STOHOHOP! IK SHOHOHOHORYHEE! QUHUHE HAHAHACES COHOHISQUHIHIHLAHAHAS TAHAHN MAHAHLOHO!(it tickles so bad) “

“What was that? I’m sorry I don’t speak taco language! “

“MINHAHAHAHHA!”

“Okay, okay, I’m done now.”

She said , before crawling off of Sero from where she had him pinned.

“Whhahat… wahas… Ahall Thahat for?” Sero giggled out through phantom sensation.

“Oh. No reason. Just felt like tickling someone and you happened to be on the way!”

“What a crazy day, man. What a day. “

—————THE END————————————-

#parrotwrites #parrotisamassivelee #lee!sero #ler!mina #feedback welcome #original #sfw tickle community #mha tickles

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Starlight Dream - Chapter 55

“Holy!” Arisu exclaimed as her once magnificent creation, a tower that spanned the cosmos, collapsed, shattering dust into the void.

“Unbelievable. She pulled it off.” Takako said, dumbstruck.

Icy daggers stabbed into Seina’s heart, the weight of her failure crushing her. “What does this mean? How powerful is a Great Vampire?”

“We’ll worry about that shit later,” Arisu replied. “We need to check on our friends first!”

“You’re right.” Seina’s anxieties about Kaguya’s newfound powers could wait until she checked up on Mr. Kiyojiro and the others. Without another word, they flew towards what remained of Starlight Dream.

“Cool form, Seina. Your white hair is pretty!” Takako said as they flew. “And you kicked that Devil Princess’s ass! I’d never thought it’d see Mei the Destroyer scared.”

“She was practically pissing herself!” Arisu said, amused. “You’re the real deal, Seina.”

“Thanks, I just wish the cost wasn’t so high.” A wave of loneliness threatened tears again, Colten’s loss almost too much for her to bear.

The sickness ate away at her gut, making her wonder if she’d ever feel joy again. A cloud of miasma hung around, refusing to dissipate. But no, she needed to be strong for the sake of her friends. With Kaguya still out there, they could mourn later. It didn’t stop her gentle tears, though. Thankfully, her friends didn’t comment on them.

“Mr. Kiyojiro,” Seina shouted as she landed, her heart sinking as she saw the crystallized rubble of the once great city. So little remained. Light peeked through the cracks running across the surface, the heart of Starlight Dream shining brightly past the senseless destruction.

“Takako! Seina!” A familiar fairy said, peeking his head past some rubble.

“Nier!” Takako said, extending her arms wide. A smile blossomed in Seina’s heart at the touching reunion as the pair shared a hug. Arisu beamed as she reunited with her partner, the duo sharing a fist bump.

“There was an explosion near the tower. Do you know what’s happening?” Mr. Kiyojiro said, showing himself next. He paused as he got a better look at his charge. “Seina, your hair’s white.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that? And your magical girl outfit is different. What’s happened?” Nier asked.

“It’s Mei,” Takako replied, allowing her partner to take his place on her shoulder. “That maniac blew herself up to destroy the Pin of the Cosmos!”

Mr. Kiyojiro uttered a curse. “So, the Great Vampire is free. Still, you look great, Seina! More powerful than ever. Where’d you get that new form?”

“I…” Seina broke apart from her bodyguard. Her throat tightened up, fighting back a sob.

“Where’s that idiot brother of mine?” Botan said. “I still can’t believe he charged into that insanity! Still, is Mei really dead? Like really dead? It seems hard to believe.”

“Yeah, she’s gone.” However, Seina felt no satisfaction, only the residual pain of her partner’s destruction. A gaping void had opened in her heart, refusing to be closed. “Colten, he…” Tears welled in her eyes, unable to finish.

“Oh.” Mr. Kiyojiro looked down, understanding her meaning. Genuine pain twisted his usually stoic features, clenching his fist hard enough to draw blood.

“What do you mean? Where is that idiot?” Botan asked, not understanding the sudden mood change in everyone else.

“Colten’s gone,” Takako said, supplying the answer.

“What? No.” Botan only laughed, not believing such a crazy story. “That’s impossible. Look, Seina’s right there. She can’t be alive if he isn’t!”

“Tsk. Are you slow?” Arisu said, annoyed. “They aren’t lying. The poor fairy’s gone. Colten sacrificed himself to save his partner.”

“What, but…” Botan shook her head, struggling to understand. She looked at each magical girl, searching for the joke. Her voice cracked when she realized the truth. “No. He can’t, no…”

“I’m sorry,” Seina said, pulling her partner’s sister in for a tight hug. Botan held nothing back, sobbing into her embrace. They said nothing, only taking comfort in each other.

“And Emiyo too?” Mr. Kiyojiro said. “Her partner disappeared, and we don’t know where she is.”

“Yeah,” Seina replied, clutching the distraught fairy tighter. “She was very brave. We weren’t exactly friends, but she was good deep down, even if she never really realized it.”

“And Himari?” Mr. Kiyojiro said, looking around. “I don’t see her anywhere either.”

“She’s…” Seina paused, unsure how to respond. “We don’t know. She disappeared, but I don’t think she’s dead.”

“Don’t worry about her,” Charity said, pipping up. “She’ll be back.”

“That’s a relief,” Seina replied. “What about Chō and Liam? They still haven’t shown their faces yet?”

“Well…” Before the fairy could finish, everyone lost their footing as the ground rumbled beneath them.

“That must be her, the Great Vampire,” Seina said, dread stabbing at her heart. A general uneasiness washed over the group as pressure overcame them like a fog.

“What is?” Mr. Kiyojiro said, falling to his knees. Much to Seina’s shock, the life seemed to drain from her bodyguard, his body becoming gaunter, like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Seina didn’t feel much better, like she’d been struck with a nasty cold.

“Quick, put a bubble over Kiyojiro, now!” Arisu said, shocking Seina back to her senses. The reason for the warning became clear as her bodyguard became more skeletal by the second.

“Thank you, Seina.” Mr. Kiyojiro said from the safety of Seina’s protective bubble. While still weak, he’d regained some vitality.

“What the heck?” Takako said, her reddening forehead becoming sweaty.

“It’s Kaguya’s power. She passively drains vitality from everything around her. I’ve seen her drain an entire planet of life in seconds. She’s the antithesis of life itself.” Arisu said as a way of explanation. “It’s lucky that we’ve already evacuated Starlight Dream. She won’t be able to regain her full strength as quickly. She’s still weak from our previous fight.”

“Then we’ll have to beat her quickly,” Takako said, her voice out of breath. “If she runs off to drain other planets, it’ll be hell to stop her.”

“Don’t worry about that. I have no intention of running.” A familiar yet unfamiliar voice said.

“Kaguya!” Seina said, her breath heavy as she came in contact with the Great Vampire’s presence. While similar to the Devil Princess she knew previously. Seina detected subtle and non-subtle changes with the new Kaguya.

While her face was the same, it had higher, tighter cheekbones. Instead of gentle blue eyes, Kaguya’s eyes now glowed a malevolent red, orbs encompassing the void. Around pale, almost snow-white skin, she wore a black sailor suit with a red ribbon. This was the true Kaguya, the Dreamer.

The Devil Princess extended her painted nails, though they seemed more like talons than fingernails. “I don’t like leaving unfinished business. I’m ending this here.” She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath she didn’t need. “For Mei’s sake.”

“Mei?” Seina said, confused. Wasn’t the girl just a pawn for this vampire’s game?

“Yes. Though I’m loath to admit it, Mei made these long last centuries enjoyable. So, yes, I will finish this. She gave her life so you all could burn in hell.”

“What a spiteful little…” Arisu said, uttering more unkind words about the late Devil Princess. “Still, I’m glad you’re here, Kaguya. I don’t like unfinished business either.”

“And what a battle it was! Two titans facing off in an epic confrontation to be the baddest girl in the cosmos. But I see you’ve lost that title.”

“Still tough enough to kick your ass, Kaguya,” Arisu replied.

“That’s my Arisu, a demon to the last,” Kaguya said, somewhat wistfully. “And yet, you spared me. You wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t sacrificed everything to seal me away.”

“I don’t regret it.” The Wicked Queen replied. “We come from the same trash pile. The Guardian of Daini Kameido never abandons her own.”

“Typical Arisu, misguided but loyal to the end.” Seina detected some genuine sadness in her words. “Shame I must destroy you. We’ve gone too far for any other possible outcome.”

“Yeah.” All emotion left Arisu’s face. “I suppose it needs to be that way.”

“Still, if I’m going to end it all, I’m glad you’re here,” Kaguya said, taking a fighting stance.

“Likewise,” Arisu repeated the action, and they prepared for battle against the greatest monster in the cosmos.

“I see this battle’s conclusion clear as day.” The vampire said. “Only a fraction of a thousandth of a percent chance of victory. Nice odds, eh?”

“Please.” Arisu only rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “Only a fool counts a victory concluded before a battle!”

“Ugh, that stupid timeline controlling power again.” Seina wished she shared the Wicked Queen’s confidence.

“Damn, I can’t believe her power.” Takako said, her breathing becoming shallow. Her body swayed, having trouble keeping upright.

Back in her world, Lord Lothaire’s similar power allowed him to take over the planet with minimal effort. Even nukes had been useless. Some of his enemies even killed themselves, overwhelmed by the despair of the discrepancies between their power. Nothing surprises you when you have an utter mastery of time.

“And not just that,” Kaguya said, a smirk extending across her mouth. “I am the Queen of Vampires. I possess all their abilities.”

“All abilities?” Seina said, shocked, mind racing as she considered the implication of such power. Each vampire had their own special ability. For example, her nemesis, Dreven, could regenerate from anything. You’d need to destroy him to the atomic level to kill him for good. If Kaguya had that ability…

“I hope you’re ready, little sheep because despair is ready to swallow you whole!” Kaguya said, Seina wincing as an invisible blade sliced through her armor, cutting to the bone. It struck so quickly, that she’d barely seen the attack.

“Nice. I see you haven’t lost your touch.” Despite the dire nature of their situation, Arisu only grinned. She’d enjoy this little scuffle. Fists met as Kaguya blocked the Wicked Queen’s incoming punch. The vampire didn’t count on the sudden kick to the ribs, shattering her rib cage.

“And you haven’t either,” Kaguya said, also enjoying the fight. “Despite your imprisonment, your skills haven’t diminished at all.”

“And you’ve gotten sloppy,” Arisu replied. “You didn’t train during my sojourn, did you?”

“Guilty as charged,” Kaguya said, amused. The Wicked Queen howled as millions of invisible blades slashed her apart. Only her iron will keep her alive. “But you’re weak now, Arisu. You can’t win.”

“But I can!” Seina held nothing back, charging with her full power. Steel flashed as Seina engaged their ultimate foe, but each blow failed to meet its mark. Her opponent was impossibly quick. The constant draining of her energy didn’t help, wearing away at her considerable strength. Her previous battle with Mei had already left her exhausted.

What had happened? She’d used her time powers to distort the timeline, but it still hadn’t been enough.

“I see your confusion,” Kaguya said to the unasked question. “I can see billions of possibilities. Even if I can’t control the exact timeline, the closest one usually works well enough. Besides, your time powers are pathetically puny compared to mine.”

Fine then, she’d need to get more creative. Besides, brute strength wouldn’t defeat a Devil Princess, anyway. Bubbles appeared into existence, hundreds in number. But Kaguya kept her distance, unconcerned.

“Landmines, eh?” Arisu said, beaming. “Not a terrible plan.”

“Can you?” Seina said, waving a vague hand, hoping the Wicked Queen would pick up on her plan.

“Sure, enough. Leave it to me.” Only Arisu could mess with their opponent’s timeline controlling power. She was the linchpin to defeating this monster.

“I can help, too,” But Takako's breathing weakened, becoming almost inaudible. “Damn, Can’t… sorry.” With a swipe of her ribbon, the magical girl vanished to recoup her strength.”

“Don’t worry, Takako. We got this. Let’s go!” Seina dived forward, blade aimed at Kaguya’s head.

With a dismissive snort, the vampire deflected each blow with a hand. But Seina was already moving, diving into the nearest bubble. With the sudden, incredible time jump it afforded her, Seina attacked again with blinding speed. Kaguya slipped away, but an unexpected fist to the nose drove her back. With another speed bubble, Arisu’s blow put the Devil Princess into the perfect position, Seina’s blade landed a deadly blow right through the heart.

“Not bad,” Kaguya said, blood trickling from her mouth. “Pity the punch did better damage! Let’s have some fun!”

“Wha?” Seina watched in confusion as their opponent pirouetted like a dancer. She spun faster and faster, so quick that following her became dizzying. Soon, thousands of Kaguya danced around the stage that was their battle, laughing all the while.

What was this? An illusion? Where the falsehoods started or ended was impossible to determine. The Wicked Queen stood still as a statue, mesmerized by the display of Kaguya’s prowess in dance. Or was that an illusion, too? Seina knew she couldn’t just stand here helpless but feared fighting back. She might only hurt her friends.

“See, this is my personal ability,” Kaguya said from everywhere, yet nowhere. “I can blend fiction and reality together.”

“Gah.” Seina winced as pain drove her to her knees, her body lashed to bloody stripes by countless dancing Kaguya.

“Because, unlike my more brutish Devil Princesses, I think beauty and power go hand-in-hand. What is fighting if not art?” Kaguya asked behind Seina’s ear. Seina responded by lashing out with a wild slash, only to hit empty air.

“Wha!” Seina stepped back as she suddenly stared at the Vampire Queen’s eyeball, just her pupil dwarfing her tenfold. The planet-sized Kaguya laughed in merriment at her opponent's expression. Her voice boomed like a rumbling mountain as she spoke.

“And without your strength to rely on, what are you?” With dazzling speed, two fingers flicked Seina away. “Just a plaything, like everything else.”

“I’m not finished yet.” Seina’s breathing intensified, her opponent’s aura sucking away her ever-waning strength with every passing millisecond. As she faced the horde of Kaguya, Seina wondered if she’d entered a doomed battle, facing something far beyond anything she could fight.

But Seina refused to surrender. Hadn’t the Wicked Queen defeated her once? But Seina wasn’t Arisu. She didn’t have her fighter’s instincts or experience. Heck, she’d just gotten a super form she barely understood.

No, she wasn’t thinking right. She needed to fight smart. Seina shook her head, trying to shake away the fuzziness caused by Kaguya’s miasmas aura. Twelve vampire queens engaged her at once, their battle dancing confusing and disorienting as they danced around her. Invisible blades dug into her flesh, the origins of their attack unknown.

“Had enough?” Kaguya said, from everywhere, yet nowhere. “Don’t tell me you’re finished already?”

She must have a weakness! But it seemed like a foolish hope, a desire for something impossible.

“Vampire! You’re fighting a vampire, Seina!” Her bodyguard yelled from his protective bubble.

“Silence!” With a wave of her wand, a burst of energy crashed into Mr. Kiyojiro’s protective bubble, popping it. Botan screamed as she got blown back with him.

“No!” Seina said, horrified. She rushed to help him, only to scream as thousands of biting lashes bit into her.

“I’ve got him!” Charity said, grabbing her bodyguard. Her body glowed golden, protecting them both from Kaguya’s power. Botan clung to Mr Kiyojiro’s shoulder for dear life. Much to Seina’s confusion, the Wicked Queen’s partner returned to the cave leading to the heart instead of fleeing to another dimension like Nier and Takako had.

Still fretting for her bodyguard’s life, she gritted her teeth, furious at this monster for almost killing someone important in her life. Then Mr. Kiyojiro's words struck home.

Vampire? She supposed those monsters had their weaknesses, but Kaguya was their Queen, a Great Vampire. Vampire lords were already almost immune to the stereotypical vampire weaknesses. Sure, sunlight still bothered and weakened them somewhat, but usually not enough to cause a significant difference.

Still, it couldn’t hurt. Even the slightest pain might mean the difference between life and death. And, Seina realized, she’d already laid the landmines.

“Are you surrendering already?” Kaguya said with a smirk. “You’re barely fighting back.”

Her amusement faded as Seina’s bubbles burst into radiant light, each a miniature sun. The pale skin on the vampire’s exposed flesh started sizzling as Kaguya winced back in pain. “Damn, how dare you!”

Seina watched as each of Kaguya’s clones lost their substance, their colors fading like wet water paint. One copy sent a wild slash into Seina’s throat, but its attack barely nipped her skin.

“What’s happening?” It shouldn’t have been this effective.

“You shouldn’t be surprised. Kaguya is the Queen, the Great Vampire. She’s even weaker to a vampire’s weaknesses than her offspring. All their strengths, but all their weaknesses also.” Arisu said, dragging herself over. It seemed she’d been injured while Seina had been mesmerized by Kaguya’s illusions. Already the Wicked Queen had regained some color, revitalized by the sunlight. While still drained by Kaguya’s sinister aura, Seina felt better.

Arisu smirked, her fist glowing with radiant light, warm even to Seina despite the cold, harsh void of space. “As a creature of darkness, holy power is her greatest weakness.”

But this only earned a pained smile from Kaguya. “Not bad. How about I get serious? Use all the sunlight you wish. It won’t save you.”

“You magical girls aren’t the only ones with special weapons.” With a dramatic twirl of her hand, the vampire queen summoned a sword. It wasn’t like any weapon Seina had ever seen before. While shaped like a katana, its length extended further than usual, almost twice as long. Unlike your typical sword, the blade curved back and forth like a wave, ending with a wickedly sharp tip. Much unlike what you’d expect from a creature of darkness, her colorful weapon was constructed from a multicolored crystal than any sort of metal.

“Invisible blades are fun, but they lack the personal touch.” Kaguya raised her sword to a fighting position. From her stance, Seina could tell the vampire was no stranger to using her weapon. She tensed, knowing the guff between their ability with a sword.

Metal clashed against crystal as their blades met, the clash rocking reality with its shockwave. Much to Seina’s surprise, the impact barely bothered her.

While battling the late Mei, it’s been like fighting back a tide wave. With the Vampire Queen, however, it'd barely rattled her. Puzzled, Seina returned the strike, making her opponent flinch back at the sheer fury of the counterstrike. Despite her vast power, the vampire queen couldn’t match her opponent’s raw strength. Arisu stood on the sidelines, her eyes closed. Her body glowed brighter as she gathered power within herself. Whatever she was planning, the Wicked Queen was content to allow Seina to take the lead.

A flash of uncertainty crossed Kaguya’s face when she realized this discrepancy in power. Seeing her advantage, Seina pushed her attack. Her opponent lost her composure, unable to match Seina blow for blow. On instinct, Seina used her bubbles to barrage her opponent from all angles. With their sunlight, she might be able to destroy the Vampire Queen at the atomic level. She noticed Kaguya’s movements were becoming more sluggish as the sunlight drained her strength.

An invisible blade slashed apart incoming bubbles, but Kaguya still wasn’t quick enough to stop them all with Seina harrying her. The vampire hissed as a sunlight bubble struck her shoulder. The reaction of pain was immediate.

I’ll beat her like how Emiyo and Arisu defeated Reiko. I’ll cut her to pieces and use the sunlight to destroy the remains.

“No!” Genuine fear crossed Kaguya’s features, knowing she was in trouble.

“Time to finish this!” Lightning-quick, Seina slashed her blade vertically to cut her opponent in half. But it’d been a mistake.

A sudden smirk appeared on the vampire’s features as her desperate defense turned into an elegant dance. Seina gasped as her blade slashed through a cloud of darkness. A cloak of darkness gathered around the Vampire Queen’s body, its edges flickering like a flame in the wind. All weakness seemed to leave Kaguya, the sunlight having little effect on the vampire. Speed restored, the Vampire Queen punished Seina for her presumption she could defeat her that easily.

“Wha?” Blood coughed from Seina’s mouth as a sudden blow pushed her back. She spun around in space, confused about what had just happened. She blinked, trying to regain her senses, only to gasp as the truth became apparent.

Floating in front of her face was what remained of the bottom half of her body, her legs dangling as they lazed through space. Kaguya had cut her in half.

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