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Please, Say My Name

Virgin!Eddie x Experienced!Fem!Reader

Description: Eddie's obsessed with his older neighbour. When a black out happens, he feels the need to check on her, and finds out his obsession may not be one sided.

A/N: I may or may not be projecting here, 30s reader and all. This was a challenge for me, writing from Eddie's POV (I've never experienced a male orgasm, I'm just guessing haha,) I love a cocky Eddie but cannon I think Eddie is a virgin, so I feel this is the partner he had to make him like he is in all these fan fics lol (maybe why he has so many pet names for girls?) Excuse my British ass for any American idioms that are wrong. Also I feel like reader's slightly southern?

Warnings: sexual tension, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader in her 30s, reference to curves not size, all manner of pet names (sweetheart to reader, all sorts to Eddie, tiger, champ, hot shot, sugar, honey lmao) NSFW, Minors DNI, I will feed you to the wolves, M! Masturbation, voyeurism, perv! Eddie, M! Oral receiving, nipple play, F! Fingering, protected sex (wrap it boys and gals)

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Jesus H. Christ she's gonna kill me.

Tiny shorts riding up your ass, sporting a bikini top and bare feet. Bending down, he watches you reaching into the laundry basket. Shorts so tight he can nearly see the outline of your cunt. Standing upright, tits threatening to spill out of your top, the shape of your nipples peeking through the fabric. Stretching up, hanging clothes on the line. Bending again.

Eddie's been staring out the window of his trailer, spying through the makeshift curtains into your yard for the past twenty minutes, utterly transfixed by you, fisting his cock lazily. A bead of pre cum dribbles from the tip of his dick down to his fingers. It mingles with the spit already in his palm. He knows he shouldn't but he can't help it, your more mature frame burned into his eyelids. It has been for a while now.

He knows you're in your thirties, at least ten years older than him, but he can't help it. Every movement you make is sensual. He watches your hips rock every time you move to hang your clothes.

When you moved in a couple of months ago, Eddie was laying smoking pot in his room when Wayne had knocked on his door.

"Boy, a new neighbour's moving in next door. You best offer to help her."

Knowing his uncle meant business whenever he called him 'boy', he wandered over to offer his help, and was faced with you. You were wearing some skin tight leggings and a crop top, curves on full display, wrestling with a TV, trying to manoeuvre it into your trailer.

"Hey, need a hand?"

You had jumped at the sudden offer, turned round and saw this sweet looking, messy haired young boy staring at you.

"Well thanks champ, real kind of you." You smiled at him, placing the TV on the floor. He had eyeballed you from top to toe smirking, then grabbed the TV and lifted it like it was nothing.

"In the living room, tiger," you had said at his back, watching his shoulder muscles.

Placing the tv with a small thud, he held his palm out to you.

"I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson."

You placed your manicured hand in his and shook it.

"Well I'm y/n y/l/n, pleasure to meet you sugar." Your voice all honey and cinnamon, you winked at him. Eddie's throat almost shrivelled up at that wink, mouth suddenly dry.

Eddie had moved most of your furniture that day. Not because you were unable, but because he had insisted. You were perfectly happy to allow him, watching that slender frame start to sweat, straining to move some of the heavier items. He was certainly good to look at. Eddie stole glances at you all day, mesmerised by the way you move.

Since then, Eddie had helped you a few times. Needed something from the store? Eddie would jump at the chance. TV aerial playing up again? Eddie was around in a heartbeat fixing it for you. Shitty car broken down? Eddie's sprinting over, offering you a ride.

When he found out you were working as a waitress at the nearby diner he'd make any excuse to visit. He would sit there, attempting to write notes on his next D&D campaign, drinking coffee he didn't enjoy as he thought you wouldn't take him seriously if he bought a milkshake. You would laugh at his little jokes, touch him on his arm, and call him all manner of pet names. He was smitten.

Now, you were a waitress. You flirted with everyone. Hell, your living is mostly based off of tips, Eddie understood that. But it felt like something extra when you flirted with him. Sometimes your hand would linger a little longer on his. He's sure he's never seen you winking at anyone else. When you reached over to refill his cup once and practically paraded your cleavage in front of his face Eddie thought he would spontaneously combust.

As you finish hanging up the washing, you take a moment to stretch your arms, then walk inside. Eddie's shoulders visibly deflate, wanting to finish what he had started.

After a minute you return with something in your hand, making your way over to your lawn chair. You slip your shorts off exposing your skimpy bikini bottoms and Eddie groans loudly, picking up the pace of his languid strokes. Running your fingers under the tie sides you pulled them further up your hips, the material gathering slightly at your ass. Eddie is sweating, watching your every move, tightening his grip on his cock.

Laying down, you open your palm; it was sun lotion that you had carried from inside. When you shake some out of the bottle and proceed to rub it casually onto the tops of your breasts Eddie chokes on a cry, fucking his fist faster, spraying his cum all over his hand.

He knows he shouldn't have, and he knows he should clean himself up and snap out of it, but you're still rubbing lotion in your skin, manicured hands stroking all over your body, he's utterly enthralled, and he's already getting hard again. Fuck.

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A couple of weeks later Eddie's getting ready for a blind date that Gareth twisted his arm into attending. He truly hates set ups, but he made a promise and that's that. Fussing with his hair, he slings on a burgundy button down shirt, paired with his usual black jeans and combat boots. Deciding to do without his jacket since it's been hot as hell these last few weeks, he stuffs his cigarettes into his pocket and makes his way outside.

Hearing a wolf whistle he turns around, confused. You're sitting in your lawn chair, smoking a cigarette, enjoying the balmy air, wearing nothing but sleep shorts and a tank top.

"Well hey handsome, where you off to?" You call over. Eddie steps closer, drawn to you, hands in his back pockets.

"Just some blind date, nothin' special." He shrugs.

"A date huh? Well come here, let me take a proper look at you."

Eddie swallows and hesitantly steps forward.

"Turn around." He's obeying before he even knows what's happening, turning on the spot, arms open.

"Hmmm," you say, standing up directly in front of him, impossibly close. Eddie can smell your musky, sweet perfume, and is desperately trying to control the blush that he knows is begging to crawl over his cheeks.

You reach out with your painted fingernails and touch his chest. Eddie's sure his heart stops beating for a second. Staring at his chest, you pop open one of his shirt buttons, and then another, exposing his guitar pick necklace. Eddie's stopped breathing, mouth hanging open. The bulge in his jeans is starting to become noticeable.

You look up and smile.

"There, that's better." You pat his chest, hand lingering for a moment.

"B-better?" Eddie stammers out.

"Yeah, a real stud." You lean towards him, tilting your head upwards to whisper in his ear. "I mean, I would."

Eddie can feel his blood rushing all the way to the roots of his hair. He's speechless.

You turn away from him, putting your cigarette out. Walking towards your trailer you call over your shoulder. "Go get 'em, tiger."

Flabbergasted, Eddie can only stare at you, eyes never leaving your back until your door closes.

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Well, that was a complete waste of my time.

Eddie's pissed. He had waited for over an hour but his date never showed. Driving back to the trailer park in his van, metal blasting from the speakers despite the late hour, he pulled up outside his home. Wayne's car was gone, he must have left for work already.

Storming into the trailer, he was angry, not just at the date but at himself. What if she did turn up, took one look at him and left? He really didn't need some mystery girl making him feel inadequate, he did that well enough himself.

Sighing, he threw his van keys haphazardly on the table and turned on the light switch. Nothing happened. He tried again. Then he tried the TV. Nothing.

"Well, shit." He said to the darkness.

Stepping back out the front door he looked around the trailer park. Pitch black. In his anger he hadn't even noticed. His eyes were inexplicably pulled to your trailer. He thought he could see a dim flickering light through the blinds.

He could knock. A concerned neighbour, just checking in on her because of the black out.

I wonder if she's still wearing those little shorts.

He took a deep breath and strode over, climbing the steps to your front door. Fuck, what do I say?

Too late, his hand was already rapping on the door. Silence for a moment.

"Who is it?" Your voice rang out.

"It's Eddie, just checking on you" when the fuck did my voice get so squeaky, Jesus.

He heard the sound of security chains clanking and the latch clicking softly. Then there you were in your tiny pyjamas, bathed in candlelight, your hair loose around your shoulders. Eddie thought you looked like you had wandered in from a story, a dream.

"Well hey you. You're back early. How'd the date go?" You tilted your head at him, eyes shining.

"It er, didn't. She blew me off."

"Well, she don't know what's she's missing. Wanna come in?" You gesture to the old chintz couch that he had helped you move in months before. A coffee table he doesn't recognise sits in front of it with three fat lit candles. Eddie nods eagerly and moves inside whilst you lock the door again.

You move over to an old wooden sideboard, a further collection of candles sitting there, and pour yourself a bourbon.

"You want one?"

"Yeah sure."

You pour another, grabbing some ice from the ice box and put a couple of cubes in each glass. You go to hand one to him. When he reaches out to grab it you pull it back suddenly.

"Hang on a minute big guy, how old are you?" You screw your eyebrows, examining his face.

"I turn 21 in like 3 weeks!" Eddie protested.

"Ah, another way to say your 20. Hmmm. Well you're lucky I already poured it, hot shot. Here you go. One drink mind. Don't wanna get you into trouble." You giggle, face slightly flushed. Eddie definitely believes this isn't your first drink of evening.

Sitting on the couch you cross your legs, shorts riding high up your thigh. You look into Eddie's eyes, smiling at him from the corner of your mouth.

"So, came to check on lil old me?"

"Well yeah, wanted to make sure you were ok."

"You're always checking on me ain't ya sugar. Always." You reach over and squeeze his knee.

Eddie nearly chokes taking a sip of the bourbon but tries to disguise it as a cough. The touch of your hand on his leg is all consuming.

"Well, yeah, I mean you're on your own over here. I just wanted to make sure you're safe."

"Well ain't you a slice of cutie pie." You stand up, "I'm just gonna powder my nose honey." Walking off you make your way to the bathroom, hips swaying.

Eddie takes the opportunity to look around the room, perusing the photos on the walls as best he can in the dim light. A framed picture over the sideboard stops him in his tracks. He stares at it in disbelief.

You return, taking your drink off the side board and having a sip.

"You- do you know Deep Purple??" Eddie exclaims, pointing at the photo.

"Ha, yeah a little. I mean, I knew a lot of bands back in the day. Only groupie to end up with a roadie I swear." You chuckle to yourself, making your way to the couch.

Groupie??

"Oh, I didn't know you were seeing anyone." Eddie shrinks down, perching on the edge of the couch.

"Not any more. Why do you think I ended up here? Half my stuff is still with that moron. I swear I have better taste in furniture than this junk" You shrug, tipping back your drink.

"Oh. I'm sorry sweetheart." Eddie moves on instinct, reaching out to stroke your hand in comfort.

"You don't have a single thing to be sorry for kid, don't worry about it."

Eddie feels a sudden spark of bravery. He's never gotten you to open up before about your own life.

"You know, I'm in a band." He sips his drink, trying not to cough.

"Oh really, I'm not surprised. You look like a musician." Running your hand up and down his thigh. Fuck, is she for real? Eddie can't help trembling slightly. "too nice to be one though."

"Hey, I can be a gentleman and a guitarist. Why not?" Eddie puffs out his chest and daringly reaches to touch you on the cheek. You grab his hand before it can even make contact.

"Look, you're a nice boy. I'm not gonna lie, you're hot as sin, but I'm not sure I wanna be the one to mess with that 'knight in shining armor' shit you've got going on, okay champ?" You pull his hand from your face, but you don't let go. Slender fingers tracing patterns on his rings.

She thinks you're hot as sin.

"Do you think I'm too young for you?" Eddie's voice quavers, but he's dragging your hands to his mouth, settling kisses to your fingers, lapping at the tips of your manicured fingers with his tongue.

"Fuck," distracted for a moment, "I never said that, I just, don't think I should be the one to mess with you first is all."

Eddie's cheeks burn red.

"Is it that obvious?" He looks down, releasing your hands, unable to meet your gaze. Humiliation weighs on his chest.

"Oh honey, don't feel bad, I read people for a living." You smile softly at him.

"Maybe I," Eddie begins, brown doe eyes seeking yours, "maybe I want you to be first. I mean, I might not know what I'm doing," Eddie half hides behind his hair at that, "but I want to. Maybe you could, teach me, you know?"

You laugh, the throaty sound reverberating through the trailer.

"Oh darlin', you don't know what you're asking."

"Oh I think I do. And I think you want it too. I've seen you looking at me." Cockiness edges his voice, sounding braver than he felt.

You scoot nearer to him, closing the gap between you, hot bodies making contact. Your knee rests on his leg, hand stroking up the exposed skin on his chest. Heat pours from the both of you. The heady scent of your perfume invades Eddie's senses, making it difficult to focus when you are so near. He can feel his cock stiffening.

"Oh, and you think I don't notice you too? Your eyes on me whenever I bend over? Eyeballin' my tits when I'm tryin' to do my job?"

Eddie's breath is unsteady, shaking, heaving at his chest. Your touch is setting him ablaze. The heat in the trailer is stifling.

"Well, I'm sorry but," he takes a deep breath, trying to will his usual confidence to kick in. "You're so fucking hot, I don't know what to do with myself." He turns his head towards you, eyeing your lips in the flickering candlelight.

"Flattery will get you everywhere." You smirk at him.

Go on, grow a pair, kiss her.

Eddie sneaks his hand to the back of your head warily, eyes darting to your mouth. You make no move to stop him, gazing at him with half lidded eyes. Gulping, he closes the gap, pressing a kiss to your full lips. You grab his shirt in your fist and pull him closer. Eddie takes that as the best sign he can get right now, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. You taste of bourbon, cigarettes and something sweet he can't place. His tongue pushes into you almost greedily, mapping out every inch of your mouth. It's sloppy and eager, but passionate. You run your hand up Eddie's lap, inching towards his crotch. Eddie thinks this must be some sort of fever dream as you palm him through his jeans, it takes everything he has not to cum on the spot.

Allowing his hand to drop from cradling your head, it drifts downward, cupping your breast. When his rough fingers brush your nipple over your thin top you break the kiss to allow a moan to escape your mouth.

Eddie mouths at your neck, leaving a succession of wet kisses. Clambering into his lap you straddle him and push him off your neck and back into the couch.

"You are making it real hard to say no honey." You smile from your new seat, fingers flirting down Eddie's chest.

Its Eddie's turn to grin at you smugly. He runs his palms firmly up your thighs.

"Sweetheart, you never said no."

"Well, you may have a point there sugar." And you lift your tank top over your head, revealing your bare chest.

"Holy Shit." Eddie's now convinced, this can't possibly be real. There's no way this goddess of a woman is straddling him topless right now. He knows he's blushing but he doesn't care. He's not even sure he can move right now. Far too scared to speak in case it comes out in a high pitched squeak and then you'll never show them to him again.

"Honey, you can touch them. Jesus have you never seen a pair of tits before?" You giggle, then your eyes widen. "Shit, you haven't have you?"

Eddie just barely manages to tear his eyes away and look you in the face.

"I mean, girls aren't exactly lining up at the door for Eddie 'The Freak' Munson." He scoffs.

You lean forward, slowly unbuttoning the remainder of his shirt.

"Aw, poor baby." Flipping open his shirt you rake your nails down his chest, giving him goose bumps. Eddie's breath catches in his throat.

"You just need someone to take care of you, don't cha?" Grinding into his lap.

Eddie's eyes roll back, his whole body feeling like a raw, exposed nerve. Electricity bolting through him with every roll of your hips.

You bring his hands up to your nipples, encouraging him. Eddie's fingertips brush them softly, feeling them harden to his ministrations. Your reaction to his touch emboldens him; leaning forward he presses soft lips to your breast. Once, twice, three times, and then he takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks gently.

"Oh fuck, Eddie."

You'd never said his name before yet you purr it now. That breathy, impassioned sound sends a shiver throughout his body. If he could just hear one thing for the rest of his life, from now until eternity, it would be you saying his name. He wants to see if he can make you scream it.

He whips his tongue around your nipple, trying to find what makes you make the loudest noises, gripping onto your hips tightly. You rock in his lap, moaning in encouragement.

Climbing off his lap, you settle between his legs on your knees. Eddie's fit to burst, watching you rake those painted nails of yours up the inside of his thighs.

"You still want this sugar?" Fingertips creeping to Eddie's belt, biting your lip.

"Hell yeah!" Lightning fast he pops his belt undone, along with the button and zip on his jeans, and pulls them down unceremoniously along with his boxers. His member springs out, thwapping against his stomach.

"Well big guy, if the girls knew about this they'd be lining up 'round the block." Your smile looks dipped in wickedness.

"R-really?" Eddie stammers, shuddering as you take his length into your palm, strokes firm but painfully slow.

"Hmmm" bending down you take the tip into your mouth, stroking with the flat of your tongue.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Eddie scrunched his eyes shut, "sweetheart, please."

"What's wrong honey?" You lick up and down his length, fisting his cock covered in your spit.

"If you, fuck, if you carry on I'm gonna cum."

You look at him with a mischievous glint in your eye, and take his cock fully into your throat, hollowing your cheeks. Eddie physically convulses, groaning loudly. He can't possibly look at you, if he does he won't be able to hold it in.

Letting go with a lewd wet dribble, you stand up, and go to remove your shorts. Eddie's hands shoot out to stop you. Looking at him with the question in your mind, he flashes you a toothy grin.

"Let me." Dark lustful eyes fixed on your waistband. You allow him the pleasure. He runs his fingers along your shorts, inching them down slowly, kissing the uncovered skin. The shorts stick slightly between your legs, causing Eddie to have to peel them down. He cannot help but see how wet they are. He can smell you. It's faint but musky, and sweet, almost like your perfume. He's obsessed. His hand hovers near your heat, looking up for confirmation.

Collecting his fingers in yours, you pull two to your mouth and suck them, gathering saliva. Eddie watches you, mouth open, enraptured. You guide his fingers down, down, to the front of your folds. When his fingers graze your swollen nub you sigh audibly.

"That there honey, you feel that? That's my clit." Eddie nods emphatically, not exactly in a position to form words right now. He runs sloppy circles over it, slipping with the mix of slick and spit, watching your face with wide open eyes, watching how you throw your head back a little, how your mouth parts slightly, how you tremble. He presses down and you cry out, knees buckling.

"Fuck, Eddie!" You grab his shoulders, "why don't you lie back so I can take care of you?"

Brows furrowing, Eddie says "Can- can I try and, er, take care of you? I mean, I'm 'bout to explode and I really want to make you feel good." Eddie begs with his eyes. If he can make you come undone beneath him he can die a happy man.

"Sure baby. Always wanna take care of me huh?" You lie back on the sofa, opening your legs to him.

"Holy Shit." Eddie scrambles over to you, forgetting he still has his pants round his ankles and nearly falls. You giggle at his antics. Untangling himself, he throws his shirt off that's still hanging on him unbuttoned.

Eager fingers make their way back to your pussy, rubbing on your clit, eliciting a little moan from you.

"Do you wanna stick your fingers in me honey?"

Yes, Eddie would like that very much.

Eddie's fingers are guided to your entrance. You wrap your hand around his middle and ring fingers, and line them up. Eddie understands, probing at you hesitantly at first, rubbing, gathering your wetness on his fingers, then pushes them all the way in. He's rewarded with a low whine from you, back arching off the couch.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, sitting up on his knees, watching your face, how your tits move, and his fingers disappearing inside your cunt.

Eddie is determined to see you cum on his fingers. He needs to see you unravel. What if he never gets this opportunity again? He needs to commit to memory every sigh, every twitch, every time you say his name. God, especially the times you say his name.

He's trying different things, how he moves, the speed of it, feeling your impossibly tight wet pussy around him when all of a sudden he curls his fingers up and...

Oh.

Your reaction is visceral and immediate. Eddie keeps curling his fingers up. His hand is cramping; it hurts but he doesn't give a shit. Not when Aphrodite incarnate is laying below him, bathed in candlelight, moaning in ecstasy.

"Oh Eddie, oh my God, just like that, fuck."

You're writhing beneath him, moaning, your glistening body shining in the dim light. Eddie speeds up his motions, biting his lip. He's never been so hard in all his life. Suddenly you're clenching so hard around his fingers he can barely move, bucking against his hand.

'Oh Eddie!"

That fractured, high pitched scream of his name is the best thing he's ever heard. Back arched, your hands flying to his arm to still his movements, face in shock.

Breathlessly you manage to say "I thought you'd never done this before?"

Eddie's grin is smug and mischievous. "You think I would lie about that?"

He removes his fingers from inside of you, pleased as can be when you whine and frown a little at the loss.

"Do you have a condom sugar?"

Eddie looks wildly around the room, eyes settling on his discarded clothes. Finding his wallet he pulls one out with a flourish and a flash of teeth.

"You always walk around with that?" You smile at him.

"What can I say, I live in hope!" You giggle and Eddie thinks it's the second best thing he's heard from your mouth.

Now, I think I know how to do this...

The worry must be evident in his face as you hold your hand out and Eddie puts the condom in it with relief. You rip the wrapper with your teeth and roll the condom down his length, spitting in your hand and stroking him a few times. Eddie looks anywhere else he can, he can't possibly look at you handling his dick. He doesn't want this to be over yet.

You lie back and Eddie moves on top of you. Holding his length you line him up and he starts pushing into you devastatingly deep.

"Jesus, baby, you're so big."

Eddie can't think of those words slipping from your beautiful lips. All he can think of is the tight, impossible warmth he's sinking into. Your cunt is squeezing him like a vice, like nothing he's ever felt before.

"Darlin, look at me." Eddie's eyes are scrunched up, holding himself up by his outstretched arms. He opens his eyes.

"Fuck you're beautiful." He strokes the side of your face, moving a couple of loose hairs that had stuck to you.

"You're very sweet. You can move now honey."

"Say my name." He stares into your eyes, pupils blown black with lust.

You look slightly taken quick by the dominance but recover quickly, flashing him an easy smile, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Please fuck me Eddie."

I've gone insane. How else could this be happening? I've lost my mind, made it up.

He'd believe that if he couldn't feel how amazing it felt being sheathed inside of you. He pulled slowly out, feeling the drag of your walls around his cock, then pushed back in.

Jesus Christ.

Eddie's a little unsure, trying to set a pace, trying to judge it on the noises you make, but he knows he's absolutely not going to last. The feelings too intense, rocking into you, watching that gorgeous face looked so fucked beneath him, it's everything he's wanted and more.

Shifting a bit, he gets up on his knees and pulls your legs around his waist, holding your knees, and thrusts into you.

"Oh Eddie, yes!" Your eyes are rolling back, closing, a continuous stream of moans escaping your mouth.

This is better. This is deeper. Eddie can feel everything, from the tips of his fingers to the tip of his cock to the tips of his toes. He thrusts harder, deeper, pulling you bodily into him, fingers pressing hard into your flesh. He can feel you clenching around his length and fucks into you with everything he has, sweat dripping down his back. His orgasm goes off like a gunshot, pumping his seed into the condom. You tighten even further, cumming with a mantra, a prayer, a plea of his name, over and over and over.

Eddie falls into you, feeling the sweaty sheen of his skin and yours intermingling, the heave of your breasts against his chest. You pant in unison, coming down.

Just about managing to lift his head, he looks at you and smiles, you look right back, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers with his. Eddie can't help it. He chuckles, the laughter coming from deep in his chest, shaking his body. You giggle back, post orgasm haze sprinkled over the whole room.

Eddie plants a kiss to your soft lips.

"Was that, erm, okay?" Eddie knows he sounds like a kid in this moment, but he had to know. He has to hear it from you.

"Eddie, you're a fuckin' natural." You smile, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose.

He grins wolfishly at that. Peeling your flesh from his in the sticky heat he sits up and pulls the condom off. You gesture to a waste paper basket and he chucks the rubber in there.

Eddie leans back on you, arms encasing your head, nose to nose.

"Good enough to do again?" His grin is arrogant but his eyes are sincere.

"You're a cocky son of a bitch, you know that?"

"Sweetheart, you never said no."

You laugh loudly at that, pulling him in for a slow kiss. Bodies pressed against each other in the flickering light, heat of sex and summer radiating off the pair of you, utterly lost in the moment.

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The heat wave showed no sign of stopping, though thankfully the blackout only lasted until morning. Eddie had snuck back next door in the early hours, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

It was early afternoon, and Eddie was standing outside, having a smoke and trying to catch a hint of breeze.

Uncle Wayne had stepped outside too, sparking a cigarette.

"What you smiling about son?" Wayne looks out the corner of his eye at Eddie.

"Nothin' Sir, just happy."

You exit your trailer, fanning yourself in the heat, ready for your shift. You look over and see your neighbours.

Waving at them, you walk closer.

Eyes on Wayne, you wave, "hey sugar how you doin'?"

"I'm good miss, workin' hard."

"Well, don't you work too hard honey." You smile, swaying your hips.

Looking over at Eddie, he flashes you the cheekiest look, smile crinkling his eyes. You flush in response.

"Hey Eddie."

"Hey."

An uncontrollable smirk is on your face as you open your car, looking bashful for once.

Wayne looks at Eddie's face, then at your blushing cheeks, and back to Eddie.

"What?" Eddie shrugs his shoulders at his uncle, unable to control the beaming smile that's plastered on his face.

Wayne shakes his head. He sees your car drive off and goes to walk past Eddie back to the trailer, putting his cigarette out on the ground.

At the last minute, Wayne holds his hand up, palm flat, fingers splayed. Eddie gives his uncle a high five. Wayne continues to shake his head, walking back inside.

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;; Sister of the Groom

Summary: Your big brother Jordan is finally getting married, and as his wedding planner you have been more than involved with his big day. From planning to being a member of the bridal party you're ready to let loose and have your team take over for the night. Being the planner also helped keep you from being blindsided when your ex-hookup, Vince Dunn, arrived to support his ex-teammate. Worst of all, even after 4 years apart, the attraction is still there. Kinks, Tropes & TW: Sister of the groom, Binnington!reader, player's sister!reader, wedding planner!reader, bridesmaid!reader, situationship, "exes" to lovers, secret relationship, unprotected sex, car sex, implied jealousy, implied caught feelings. Word Count: 4358 Note: I used a different editing software to edit this fic. So please if anyone could reach out and let me know if there was like any improvement in it, that would be great.

Taglist: @mp0625 @starshine-hockey-girl @wingedwheelprxncess @misunderstoodwerewolf @callsign-denmark @puckmaidens @xcicix - I swear I'm going to get better at remembering to do this.

While Earth had four seasons, your life had two: hockey season and wedding season.

It was a peaceful harmony. A perfect balance between work and play, as a wedding planner - but this season was different because your big brother was finally getting married. You had written off your entire wedding season for it. You turned many offers to plan the weddings for hockey superstars like Tyler Seguin and Brady Tkachuk. Jordan and Cristine were your utmost priority. It left you wearing many hats. From being the wedding planner to the sister of the groom to the bridesmaid, you didn’t know a moment of calm. That was until the morning of the wedding, when Cristine put the first drink in your hand.

You sipped mimosas at breakfast.

You had done a shot of Crown Royal with Jordan and your sisters, Sydney and Callie, moments before he walked down the aisle.

Going into the evening, you remained in the state of a pleasant buzz that you would not let yourself push past into intoxication. It would be too much of a risk if something went wrong. It was a far too dangerous thing for the sake of the wedding, especially when your ex was there. Well, he wasn’t your ex, not really.

You and Vince Dunn had never been official.

The two of you never went on any dates, but you and Vince had been hooking up since he and Jordan played on the Chicago Wolves roster together. But it never got more serious than that. It was the occasional fuck when you both were back home in Ontario for the summer. Or when you had been down to visit in whatever city your brother called home. It all ended with the expansion draft. It was the moment he uprooted his life that had mere glimmers of you in it and moved to Seattle.

Vince quickly faded into a memory of your young adulthood, becoming nothing more than someone who once knew your body better than anyone. Someone that you only thought about when the weather was just right or when his name came up in conversation. It always left you with a faint smile, fond of the unspeakable memories that the two of you shared. When you saw his name on the guest list, you wore that same smile. Then again, when you saw he sent back his RSVP without a plus one.

You should have known better to go into the night thinking you could control yourself with him around. Especially once you caught sight of him in the beige suit that almost looked pink as you helped the photographer with the pictures at sunset. You couldn’t help but stare. Your eyes flashed over how his button-down shirt would grow tight over his chest as he threw his arms around his former teammates. And they fixed on his smile as it tugged at his cheeks so playfully. Not once did you look away from him. Vince and how his curls hung down into his forehead or from how his suit fit him just right. Nor could you ignore how his laugh consumed him so fully.

That was until his eyes fixated on you in return.

A heavy breath coursed through you, your eyes falling to the grass before you fell into a full retreat towards the reception hall. You lost yourself in the crowd, the toasts, and the occasional comfort that came from sipping champagne when you felt the buzz beginning to fade. But not even drinking could rid your mind of his green eyes and how you could feel him staring at you. They were on you as you sat at the head table with the rest of the bridal party for dinner. And they followed you again as you took to the dance floor to kick off the evening with a dance.

You let your eyes find him again in the crowd as you danced with the groomsman who had also walked you down the aisle during the ceremony. His hand was low on your back, his fingers wrinkling the blush satin fabric as you danced. But your mind was all too distracted to enjoy the moment. Your eyes found Vince at the edge of the dance floor. His head cocked to the side as his eyes dragged up and down your figure. And when he noticed you staring back, he smirked.

He instantly knew that, even after four years, he still had his hold on you.

Biting your lip, you glanced towards the bathroom. The song was slowly fading into the next and joined the voice of the DJ as he welcomed the rest of the guests to the dancefloor. It was the perfect opportunity. Your eyes found Vince again, glancing one more time towards the bathroom before you were slipping from the groomsmen’s hold. His hands travelled down the length of your arms, desperate to hold on to you - to keep dancing with you.

“I’m sorry, I just need to use the washroom,” you said, offering him your soft excuses.

It wasn’t a complete lie. You fully intended to slip away into the bathroom, but you would not use it as it was meant to be used. You would clear each stall, then desecrate every virtuous value weddings uphold in one of its stalls. Or maybe you’d let him fuck you on the countertop or against the door if you were feeling so bold.

Your heart jumped into your throat, the beat of it synonymous with the bass of the music as your every step carried you towards the bathroom door. Eyes fixated on it, and you took steady breaths to keep yourself calm.

The music that played and the glow of the surrounding lights left you feeling as if you were in a dream. That at any moment, you would wake up in a cold sweat in your hotel room bed alone. But the touch of a large hand against the small of your back confirmed that this was all very much reality.

“Hello, Princess,” Vince said. You could barely hear him over the music, but you felt his hot words against the shell of your ear and in your hair that was slowly losing its style. It would be nothing more than a mess of curls by the time he was done with you.

“Vince,” was all you could manage, his voice a mere breath on your lips as your eyes felt the bathroom door and fell on his features.

He hadn’t changed all that much since you last saw him. He was still as pretty as ever. Your lips parted to tease him, only to be reduced to silence as the careful pressure of his hand guided you away from the bathroom door and towards the foyer.

Your head cocked to the side, a brow raising. Where was he taking you?

Your steps didn’t falter, the music and lights fading behind you and into the calm of night on the patio. Minutes ago, before the first dance, the patio was full of guests smoking cigars and enjoying the night air, but with the first dances of the night captivating, there were only a few stragglers to catch you and Vince sneaking away. None of them knew you both enough to say a word as he led you to the fence that divided the patio from the path to the parking lot. He left you void of his touch for a moment as he hopped over the fence before extending his hand to you to help you over.

One hand found his hand while the other hiked up your dress, giving him a good look at the length of your legs as you hopped the fence yourself. It wasn’t the most graceful attempt you could have made, but his hands were quick to find your waist. His hold kept you steady on your feet before he lead you off to the parking lot.

At first, you were going to question it, but it made the most sense. No one would leave the venue for hours, and the only interruption you’d get would be from the valet. Whereas in the bathroom, there would be a constant cycle of women needing to pee, photo ops, and the occasional guest who would need to vomit after drinking far too much. The bathroom came with too great of a risk of being caught by your mother, your sisters, or the wives and girlfriends of one of his teammates. But in the parking lot, there would be no one to catch you there.

He weaved you through the lot, in between cars until he led you to one that was clearly a rental and leaned up against the hood. Vince propped his leg up so that his bright white, never-been-worn-before sneaker rested up against the car’s fender. Then he patted the hood casually. The impact was a simple invitation to join him, one that left you leaning up against the car at his side.

The cool night air sent a shiver down your spine and you crossed your arms over your chest to keep the goosebumps from rising. But Vince was already doing you one better. He had reached back and pulled off his blazer and draped it over your shoulders as he spoke.

“It’s been a long time, Princess. How’ve you been?”

“Good,” you said slowly, simply. Nervous, you swallowed back anything more complicated than you could have said to him. You hadn’t gone out there for a conversation, you wanted him to touch you.

“Things are good,” you repeated, looking back over your shoulder to meet his eyes as they raised from tracing over your silhouette again, “How’s Seattle?”

His smile grew, and your heart fluttered. His smile always made you weak for him.

“It’s great,” Vince answered, “we actually made the playoff this year-”

You cut him off with a laugh, your hand coming up to rest over your lips before you could stop yourself. “I know. I didn’t stop watching hockey just because you don’t play with my brother anymore.”

At that moment, you already knew you had said too much, and Vince wasn’t going to let it go.

“You watch my games?”

Every single one.

“When I can,” you lied, “the team had an incredible season.”

And so did you.

He had reached career highs in every category. Goals. Assists. Points. He hit milestones for them all as he helped take the team to the second round. A round you still believed they deserved to win over the Dallas Stars - but fate had other plans for them. Maybe he could help take them all the way next year, but first, he would need to sign a contract extension.

You knew it would be the last thing he wanted to talk about. So, it became the last thing on your mind as you watched him reach up to push his fingers through his thick curls. They raked through each strand, breaking up his curls before letting them fall back into place. It left you to breathe out a long exhale, fighting back the fuck that craved to be cursed on the end of your tongue. Vince knew exactly what he was doing by enticing you with his curls. You had once loved to stroke your fingers through them - to use them as your anchor as he fucked you - and now it was all you were thinking about as he hummed.

“We’ll be better next year.”

“Oh?” you raised a brow at him as you turned in place to face him fully. You had to fight the urge to hitch up your skirt and climb onto his lap. Instead, you lingered at the front of the car, standing between his knees. “Am I getting the inside scoop from Vince Dunn himself?”

“No, no,” he shook his head, a slight laugh in his words, “Nothing yet, but I want to stay there. They drafted me. They wanted me on their team,” he said, smiling. “It’s like home, but it’s complicated. You know?”

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement, “I know.”

Your brother was in the NHL. You knew how complicated the lifestyle could be. Their worlds revolved around the game and the team. More often than not, the rest of their lives had to be put on hold. Some players would go without relationships and families. Others left the home and the children under the control of their wives and any support they would need to raise them. Hockey season was the very reason you and Cristine had done all the wedding planning without Jordan. But Dunn, he never had that. He didn’t have a wife or a girlfriend or kids. Instead, Vince had hockey season and an off-season, which was dedicated to training for the next season. He just had hockey. And well, you.

“So you, ah,” Vince hesitated, “You bring a date to this thing?”

Your cheeks flushed, your hand coming down to rest on each of his thighs as you stood between them. “No, I came alone.”

Vince straightened up, sliding down the hood of the car so his feet rested firmly on the ground. It was there his hands found your waist and held you near as he quirked up his brow. “And the groomsmen you were dancing with?”

“Was a formality,” you assured him.

“He was handsy,” Vince said, his words a complaint. It left you smiling.

“He was,” you confirmed, leaning in oh so slightly. “Are you jealous?”

Vince looked away, his teeth chewing on the inside of his cheek as he thought about just what to say. Was jealousy even in his vocabulary?

Was it in yours?

For years, you had been on-again-off-again hooking up between his temporary flings and your attempts at a stable relationship. And not once had either of you tried to interfere. There were no strings that tied you to one another, and yet you always found your way back to his bed after what seemed to be an inevitable breakup. Even now, four years later, you were still single, and from what you could tell, so was he, and you were both so quick to want to fall back into your old habits.

“If I was?” Vince answered after a moment, his words more of a challenge than a clue to how he felt about seeing you dancing with someone else.

Smiling, you leaned in so that you spoke softly into his ear, “I think I could think of a few ways to put you at ease.” As you spoke, your hand that was resting on his thigh travelled up. Up over the strength of his muscle and between his legs to stroke his cock through his trousers.

“Fuck,” he cursed out, his bright eyes falling shut as you felt him grow stiff beneath your touch. “I left the doors unlocked. Get in the backseat. Panties off, Princess.”

Easing back, you cast a glance over the parking lot that was consumed by the amber glow of dusk. You looked for any sign of anyone who could catch the two of you in the back seat, and when you found no one, you moved to the backdoor of the car and crawled inside.

It wasn’t the most spacious of cars, the back seat narrow and the roof low as you laid out on the seat and hitched your dress up high on your hips. The slinky fabric threatened to slip with your every movement as you hooked your thumbs around your seamless panties and guided them down your legs before they slipped down your calves. When they reached your ankles, you kicked them down to the tips of your toes and let them slide to the floor.

While it hadn’t been the most elegant way of undressing, nor the most comfortable with the seat belt buckle digging into your back, it captured Vince’s attention all the same. Vince made his way to the back door you had left open, one arm propping himself up against the car while the other fell to his too-white belt around his waist. Lazily tugging at his belt, his pants became loose around his hips. Then, he worked the button and the zipper, free with a single hand, his eyes not once leaving you as you lay propped up on the narrow seat. You could feel his stare drag down your face and over the angles of your body before his eyes fixated between your legs.

Vince ran his tongue over his lower lip hungrily, and it sent a shiver down your spine as you suddenly remembered the last time you had Vince between your thighs. It was the night of the Stanley Cup Parade. His intoxication was so severe he staggered into his apartment, and you were no better. No amount of foreplay could keep his cock hard, and so he lay with you in bed for what seemed like hours, his head between your thighs. His tongue and fingers had brought you to your climax once and then again and again. Vince hadn’t stopped until your clit grew too sensitive to touch and he sobered up enough to keep his cock hard.

His tongue and fingers alone brought you some of the most intense organisms you ever felt - that was once you showed him where exactly your clit was. And the sex that followed only left your legs trembling and your body reeling with pleasure.

You wouldn’t have the same luxuries of foreplay now as you lay there, waiting, in the back seat of his car.

With his pants falling, pooling around his knees, Vince hopped into the car and shut the door firmly behind him. Then came the awkwardness of you both trying to get into just the right spot. His large body was between your legs as you propped a foot up on the back seat. Then the center console. Finally, your foot settled on the back of the driver’s seat headrest. He was stroking his eager cock as he contorted his body just right. You were sure his back was aching with the arch he needed to maintain as he guided you up the seat awkwardly until you ‌lined up with the tip of his cock just right. And before one of you could slip, he thrust his cock inside you in one swift motion.

There was a sting of resistance in your core. Your body was not quite ready for him, and it left you cursing as he pressed his hips flush with yours. Vince braced himself against the backseat, remaining still inside you as your walls broadened to accommodate him. The lack of foreplay and the unfamiliar sting only indulge your pleasure. It left your core aching for the thrust of his cock and the rocking of your hips. Feeling him fill you up with every inch of his cock so fully. It made you wet.

“That’s my girl,” Vince said, his words a satisfied hum as a smile spread across his features. Then, let his hips take their first teasing roll. “Always get so good and wet for me.”

Your teeth came down on your lower lip at his praise. You threw your head back into the seat, biting down harder. But there was no stopping the sweet “‌fuck” that slipped from your lips as you felt him draw out halfway and plunge his inches back into your desperate core.

Vince let his hips roll over and over. A smile of satisfaction grew on your face as your expression softened with pleasure. His hand left the back seat and dropped to your cheek carefully. His thumb dragged over your cheek, and settled on your lips - his focus on the swell you had coaxed to your bottom lip as he said: “So ‌beautiful-”

You couldn’t take hearing his words, his praise, so you silenced him. You stole the space between you, your lips finding him as effortlessly as you had many times before. It was so easy to fall back into old habits with him. To kiss him and to have Vince kiss you in return while he buried his cock in your tight cunt‌. To bite his lip, just to coax a moan from his lips against your own just so you could slide your tongue into his mouth. You knew his every weakness. Every move or trick to bring him closer and closer to his release - and he knew the same for you.

With your tongue stroking along his in his mouth, you could taste the familiar flavour of champagne that was served at every table. It left you completely intoxicated by him, your body on high alert as it recognized his every touch, kiss, and thrust. The pleasure left your head spinning, your lips parting in a moan that you didn’t even attempt to hold back. And you only became louder as he tugged your hair aside just enough for his lips to kiss down the angle of your neck. Desperate, you reached out to grasp at anything for support. Your hand fisted his shirt when they couldn’t carefully surround the seat beneath you. From there, you were a goner. Your moans left your throat raw and your words left your lips before you could stop yourself from saying them.

“Fuck,” you cursed out, your words lacing with your desperate moan, “I missed this. I missed you-”

You almost choked on your words. Your eyes burned as they threatened to water at the realization of what you just said. You silently cursed yourself, suddenly unable to meet his eye. If Vince asked, it would be hard for you to take back what you said - to deny that he crossed your mind almost daily for the last four years.

Yet, he didn’t question a thing. He only smiled against the delicate skin of your neck and let out those soft groans he couldn’t stop himself from holding back when he was close.

Your lips pulled back into a smirk as you dropped your heel from the back of the headrest and pressed it into the small of his back with zero hesitation. The simple action coaxed a deeper groan from his lips.

“Are you sure?” Vince asked. His words were breathy against your neck before he dragged a messy kiss along the sweet angle of your neck.

It left you gasping as you lifted your head from the cushion of his seat just to get a good look at his cock slipping in and out of your cunt. The sight alone left you speaking through grit teeth - you were so close, “If you don’t, you’re going to ruin my dress-”

And his rental car and you didn’t want to have to worry about cleaning up either.

Nodding slowly, Vince buried his face into your hair. You could feel his every heavy breath wash over you. The heat of his breath blossomed over your neck and became a sweet melody with his moans. Moans softened and broke with every thrust and became strangled by his climax.

You nearly let your eyes roll back in your own pleasure, your eyes fluttering shut as your own orgasm coursed through you when you felt it. His every thick web of cum flooded your cunt after his last thrust left him buried balls deep in your core.

With your legs wrapped around your middle, you both remained there in his back seat until the desperate panting of your lungs subsided. It was then you let your heels slip off his hips and let Vince ease from his place between your legs. You winced at the void feeling that was left there. The only thing remaining was his cum that threatened to spill from your cunt.

Sighing, you reached for your panties on the floor, your fingers untangling the flimsy fabric quickly. Then, with your hips tilted up to keep his cum from slipping from you before you worked the panties up your trembling legs. The highs of your orgasm still lingered as Vince offered you his hand. You took it carefully, using it to steady yourself as your legs threatened to give out beneath you when your feet hit the pavement.

You offered him a half smile, and you let his hand fall. You needed to return to the reception. This was where your night with him ended. With the help of the reflection of his car window, you straightened out your dress and fixed your hair just right. Then you began your walk back inside without a thought as to if Vince was following you back inside or not.

You couldn’t let yourself get caught up in him any further tonight.

Not at your own brother’s wedding.

Dim lights greeted you in the reception hall. A song that could have only been a request from a guest because it was not on the playlist you and Cristine put together accompanied their amber glow. Hearing it had you gravitating towards the DJ to direct him back to the curated list when you felt a hand engulf your wrist. You held your breath and your head snapped around to find Vince. He still wore that same confident smirk he had on while he was fucking you, but his eyes were playful now. With a careful tug, he was guiding you out to the dance floor.

“Vince,” you said his name alone. A caution to him as your eyes searched the dancefloor for your brother.

With his eyes glazed over from his intoxication, Jordan was standing mere feet away. If he saw you, he may not even remember it come morning. Yet, Vince kept the dance playful and unthreatening to your honour. That was until the song changed and slowed. It was then he pulled you in, your body flush with him as the two of you swayed to the melody. There, he buried his nose into your hair so you could feel his hot breath wash over the shell of your ear as he said those oh-so-complicated words, “I missed you, too.”

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jester-lover · 1 year

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I just loved your idea 'Dorm Leaders with a Girlfriend Who Wears Suits', it was so cute, beautiful and wonderful, it would be great to have a sequel. Do you think about continuing? Can I order a sequel please? Please!

Note: I totally understand if you don't want to. Continue to do a wonderful job.

Hi anon! Thank you for your ask! The suit post was my most liked post! I’m very proud of it, and I think it helped me develop my writing style. I’ve been wanting to do a part two recently, so here it is. You didn’t mention what you wanted by saying sequel, and since I personally think the dorm leaders have been already done, I’ll do my favorite group, the first years!!

The First Years with a Girlfriend who wears Suits

Warnings: fluff, stupid gender roles being destroyed, very flustered boys, insecurity (not from the reader), talks of gender roles/identity, whoever reads this is so cool, reader is so hot and confident (did I mention she’s so hot)

Ace Trapolla

Oh wow

No matter how much Ace tends to blab on and on, the moment he sees you for the first time he’s left speechless

He’s never met someone who takes up all the attention of a room in such a short time

Deuce, who’s sorta concerned at this point, pokes him and tells him to stop staring at you

But before his dark haired friend can stop him, ace runs up to you and asks for your number

Congratulations! You now have a little idiot boyfriend who would do anything you tell him to

He’s so obsessed with you his dorm members become a little concerned

Your confidence is so strong, you manage to talk him out of getting into trouble on multiple occasions

He knows your sheer presence captivates the students, so he asks you to be in your best suits for formal events

Pro tip: when you put on your uniform in the morning, ask him to help with your tie. He’ll be super flustered

You managed to make him feel shyer than he’s ever felt, butterflies in his stomach with every smile, slight glance or forehead kiss

He definitely takes you to a formal dance so that you can dip him during the romantic songs

“Y/N, I wonder how you stay so confident, I could never!”

Deuce Spade

I hope you understand that he’s willing to lay down everything for you

You definitely win over his mom, showing up with a bouquet of roses and being ever so polite

He’s so surprised someone so confident and beautiful like you would spend time with a wierdo like him

You quickly quell those feelings, he’s the only guy for you!

You help him fix himself up for special occasions, it always makes him feel special, it makes him feel worthy

Your confidence break’s open a certain floodgate in Deuce, suddenly he’s not as worried about appearing completely and utterly reformed every hour of every day

When he’s alone with you, dress shirts loose and ties loosened, he’s free to be himself

“Today has been so difficult, somehow you make it seem so easy.”

Jack Howl

A confident and strong girlfriend is perfect for Jack

Wolves mate for life, and he is so glad it’s you

You always know how to make him feel special, make him feel like the only guy in the world

His tail is wagging rn

You two tend to scare people together, him being really buff, you looking like a 1940s gangster

He opens up to you quickly, he trusts you more than anything

He definitely gets shy whenever you show up to any sporting event he’s playing in, but he plays better than he ever did

You tend to lead the relationship, often times leading him away to dates, spoiling him with presents

(He’s so househusband material)

“Hey! Don’t look at me like that, you know what you do to me…”

Epel Felmier

He wants to be with you, and he wants to be you

You have a level of courage in whatever you wear, while he’s forced to wear whatever Vil puts on him

Now, perhaps you should use your skills of persuasion to get Vil to allow him more freedom

This boy asks you so many questions

How does he appear masculine without Vil noticing?

How do you pair your ties and socks?

Why does his face get all hot every time you smile at him?

Answer him!!

He finds himself being more comfortable with himself around you, his insecurities of being less masculine go away for a brief second

He can be a man for you, and he doesn’t have to pretend

Epel is most grateful for your advice, a girl like you is hard to find

“I don’t even know where to start! We both radiate manliness right now Y/N!”

Sebek Zigvolt

He immediately deemed you sketchy the first time he saw you

Where you a threat to his Young Master?! He needs to keep a close eye on you!

You keep catching the cute mint haired boy staring at you, so you approach him and ask him why he’s staring

loudly

In front of everyone

He’s outraged! How can you make such a mockery of him? In front of Lilia nonetheless! (Cue Lilia, laughing so hard he’s doubling over)

Taking a pen out of your suit pocket, you scroll your number on his wrist, press a kiss to his cheek and walk away

Now he’s quiet, wondering what just happened

Guess he’s your boyfriend now

He definitely texts you good morning every day, asking what you wish to wear today, just so he can emotionally prepare for the fashion he’s about to see

He’ll never say in out loud, but the 70s era suits are his favorite thing you wear

Emotionally constipated crocodile boy has no clue what to do with himself

This one time he caught you without a suit jacket, your dress shirt untucked, just lounging on one of the shabby ramshackle sofas, you looked absolutely stunning, and he just stood there with his jaw open

“HUMAN! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST SITTING THERE!? YOU’RE ABOUT TO MISS MY DUEL WITH SILVER!”

A sequel was never really in the cards tbh, but i read the request and this came to me. If you ever notice how extensively I write for Sebek, it’s because he’s my favorite hehe. Dialogue is my weak point. Thank you for reading!!!❤️

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All I See Is You | J.M.

(summary) after Joel brought you back to Jackson, you’re forced to play house with your captor (this is part 2 of this fic)

(warnings) death of a creep (is it really a loss?), blackmail, forced captivity/ proximity, physical violence (reader hits Joel but he kidnapped her so...?), sexual harassment

(pairings) Joel Miller x reader

(reminder) Y/N – your name

(genre) dark romance

(trope) enemies to lovers

(word count) 6.1k

(also) holy shit I’m actually doing it – I’m finishing a started project!!!

(also) she/ her pronouns used

HAPPY READING!

- I want a separate room, Joel! – you demanded, trying to keep up with him. – I demand a separate room!

Joel laughed under his breath. It was cute how you thought he would just let you sleep anywhere else other than in his bed.

- It’s funny how you think you’re in any position to demand anything, - he threw you an amused glance.

You breathed heavily, trying to keep up with him. You wouldn’t have been able to walk as fast as him even before the whole apocalypse thing but after QZ rations, you had lost some of your weight, muscle mass and a good amount of your stamina.

- Could you at least slow down? – you asked. – What’s even the point of walking as if somebody’s chasing us?

Joel fixed the rifle that was hanging over his shoulder and turned to look at you.

- Tires you out, - he shrugged. – Makes you more clumsy. Less likely to attempt running away.

You ground your teeth together. Bastard.

It turned out that Jackson was around an hour from where Joel had kept you. You probably would’ve either accidentally ran into the woods to be eaten by wolves or cluelessly stumbled onto Jackson, unaware that you’re walking straight back into your captor’s arms.

It was close to evening when both of you finally reached the town. Joel waved up at the armed men that were standing guard and they, recognizing him, gave command to open the gates. You watched the town that stood before you in such an awe, that only after a moment you realized Joel had said something.

- What?

- Hands behind your back.

When all you did was stare, Joel roughly turned you around and grabbed your wrists. You felt handcuffs being slapped on them before Joel turned you back to face him.

- Is this really necessary? – you asked in a low voice, trying to make your eyes tear up on command. – Please, Joel.

For the first time he looked a bit conflicted, looking in your glassy eyes.

- Sorry, baby. This is the standard procedure for all newcomers.

- Where would I even run?

- Didn’t stop you before.

A man and a woman came to great you. A man and a pregnant woman.

This must be his brother and sister-in-law, you decided.

Joel’s lips touched you ear, as he leaned closer. His breath tickled the small hairs, as he lowered his voice to say:

- Don’t try anything. Your freedom is given. It can just as easily be taken.

At this point, even though you were still very much a captive, you had become aware of few things. For one, the effect you had on Joel was much stronger than the one he had on you. You could use that. And you planned on using it.

Two, trying to escape right after getting here would be pointless. All it would accomplish would be Joel paying even more attention to each step you took. You had to make him feel safe enough to lower his guard. You had to make him pliant.

You rested the back of your head against his neck, turned your face towards him and gave Joel a lopsided smile.

- I’m not trying anything, - you lightly brushed the knuckles of your tied hands over his thigh. – I plan on making your life so miserable you’ll beg me to leave.

His eyes found yours. He looked a bit surprised by the sudden change in your behavior. That lasted for only a second though. Joel laughed and placed a kiss on your right temple.

- I’ll only ever beg you to cum, - he objected, - not go.

You withdrew your hands from him and turned back towards his approaching family.

- But please, - he lightly pushed you forward, - by all means, make me beg.

After Tommy and Maria had lightly interrogated you with questions that were answered mostly by Joel, he had taken off the handcuffs. Both the sheriff and her husband seemed to believe the story that you had returned on your own, by your own wish and had only ran into Joel outside of Jackson.

- I think we have an empty room with Josie, - Maria had suggested, while she packed some clothes for you.

- She’s staying with me, - Joel left no room for arguments. – I have the whole house to myself. She’ll be very comfortable there.

Three pairs of eyes looked for your reaction. Maria and Tommy seemed to look for your objection so they could step in and make Joel back off. Joel’s eyes glistened with challenge, as if saying, I dare you to put up a fight.

- Y/N? – Maria asked carefully. – You okay with that?

But you were not interested in a fight. For this to work, you needed to convince Joel that you were not a flight risk.

Your own eyes met Joel’s in challenge.

- Of course, - you tilted your head in what probably looked like flirting to Tommy and Maria. – I’m looking forward to sharing a house with you, Joel.

When neither one of you broke eye contact, Tommy cleared his throat and Maria placed some clothes in your hands. When both of them stepped aside, you turned to see Joel’s eyes still firmly glued to your form.

I’ll fuck your life up, you mouthed.

All you received in answer was silence, as he shook his head laughing.

Joel unlocked the door of his house and opened it, stepping aside and letting you in. When you silently watched, refusing to go in, he took a step forward and wrapped an arm around your waist.

You expected him to lift you up and force you inside but all he did was lean into you and whisper:

- They’re watching, - he said in a low voice. – How will you make my life a living hell if they’ll make you stay at Josie’s?

You glared at him and turned towards the door, making sure to flick your hair in his face as you turned. All the reaction you got was a light chuckle behind your back.

You wasted no time, heading straight for the kitchen. It was spotless which was of no real surprise to you. Knowing Joel, his house would probably look like a furniture magazine. You turned to face him, leaning against the kitchen island and placed your hands against the cool marble counter top.

Joel left your bags in the hallway and followed you inside the kitchen. He leaned against the door right in front of you.

Even though there was a lot of space between you, you could’ve sworn you felt his heavy breath against your face.

His eyes burned your skin, as they shamelessly roamed over your body, examining every inch of your skin. When he reached your face, they were already much too dark to be considered grey.

- Welcome home, sweetheart, - he said darkly. – Feel free to make yourself comfortable.

- Okay, - your shrugged and lifted your hand to the small cabinet above the stove. – Whatever you wish, darling.

Your fingers lightly caught the top of one of the mugs placed there and you flicked it forward in a manner you had only ever seen a cat do.

It broke into dozen pieces on the floor.

Before Joel could do anything to stop you, you reached for your next victim. A crystal vase that was placed in the corner of the island. You lightly pushed it over, and it shattered on the floor.

Then you reached for a kitchen knife, dug it into the beautiful pearly countertop and, pushing it in with all the strength you got, dragged it over the shiny top. The knife left an ugly scar with a horribly sounding shriek.

When you pushed your hair away from your eyes and lifted you head to look at Joel, all you were met with was silent amusement. He slowly pushed away from the door frame and approached you, walking over the shattered glass on the floor. When he was close enough for you to touch, you suddenly pressed the knife against his throat, making him tilt his head back.

Before you had a chance to even utter a single word, the knife had already left your hand and was thrown on the floor. Joel’s right hand wrapped around the back of your neck, while the left wrapped itself around your waist, lifted you up and placed you on top of the ruined counter, making you both the same height.

He smiled, as he leaned in to place a kiss on your throat, while drawing circles on the back of your neck.

You sighed involuntarily.

That was all you got before he removed his hand and cupped your jaw, turning your eyes on him.

- God I wish you would just take your frustrations out on me, - his eyes looked over your glossy lips. – Just ride out your attitude and be done with it.

You tilted your head.

Was he even mad about the ruined counter top or the smashed items laying on the floor?

How far could you take this before he was done with you?

- You want me to take my anger out on you? – you asked innocently. – Make you suffer? That’s what you want?

His pupils dilated so fast you had to blink to convince yourself you hadn’t imagined it. Was he really getting off on you being violent?

Both his hands traveled up your thighs and ended up on your waist. His throat worked as he gulped.

- Yes, baby, make me pay for taking you, - Joel encouraged. – Show me how angry you are.

You could’ve sworn roles had suddenly switched.

Before you had a chance to reconsider your actions, you raised your hand and slapped him across the face. His head swung to the side but his hands tightened around your waist. He was breathing heavily.

For anyone else it would seem like Joel was angry. But it was quite easy to mistake anger for arousal.

- Do it again, - he said in a hoarse voice that dripped with lust.

You were tempted to comply. But then you remembered your one goal.

Make his life miserable.

This was not making Joel miserable. He was enjoying himself.

So instead you leaned closer, lightly blowing some air against his neck, letting your lips almost touch the skin beneath his ear. Then you looked him in the eye and asked in your normal voice, devoid of any traces of seduction or flirtation.

- Are you sick in the head?

- Are you? – Joel asked, as his fingers pulled your thighs further apart where you were sitting. – I haven’t even touched you and I can smell your wet cunt from here. You’re enjoying this just as much as I am.

- Next time I’ll take that knife and cut your dick off, - your eyes glowed and you were breathing just as heavily, as you threatened. – Let’s see how hard you’ll get with no dick.

- That’s it, baby, keep talking dirty to me, - Joel placed another wet kiss on the side of your neck, his teeth slightly nicking your skin. – God the sex is gonna be amazing once you stop being a brat.

His nose brushed against your neck as he drew in a quick breath. And then he just stepped back as if nothing had happened and turned to clean up your mess.

While picking up the bigger pieces of glass, he glanced back to you where you were still sitting on the table.

- There is this ugly painting in the living room that I always disliked, - he motioned towards the door to the rest of the house. – Why don’t you use that anger of yours and destroy that piece of shit?

You groaned and jumped down from the table, admitting your defeat, and left to explore the rest of the place.

That’s how things went on for about three days. You hadn’t left the house and the only people you saw were Joel, his brother and sister-in-law, no doubt coming to check if you hadn’t hanged your mind about leaving.

You still hadn’t given up on your plan to make Joel’s life miserable but somehow your plan backfired every time.

Every evening you would change into your pajamas and then, while Joel was showering, left to sleep on the couch in the living room, hoping that he would be too tired to argue with you. And every evening, with no exceptions, he came into the living room, picked you up and brought you back to his room, threatening to tie you to the bed if you left again.

Every evening you would build a fort of pillows between the two of you in the bed to avoid accidentally touching him. And every morning you woke up with his chest pressed against your back and his arms like vices around you, his face buried in your hair.

Even destroying his things had backfired. When you cut up some of his clothes and used them to light up the fireplace, after the initial laughter and congrats on your originality, he had brought the clothes Maria had given to you and burnt them too, leaving you with no clothes to change into.

- When is Maria coming over? – you asked, walking into the kitchen in one of his shirts that was long enough to reach the middle of your thighs.

Joel stopped cooking to look back at you. After he had taken his revenge on your clothes, you were forced to wear his, as you didn’t have anything else as of right now. Safe to say, he was enjoying this much more than you were.

His eyes greedily sucked in your half-naked form.

- Not for a few days, baby, - he turned back towards the stove after he had gotten his fill. – She left yesterday to run some errands.

You huffed out a breath. You wanted to stomp your foot on the ground like a child.

- Get me some new clothes, Joel! – you demanded.

He carefully placed the spatula on the counter and turned towards you. After a minute of consideration, he shook his head.

- No, I’m quite enjoying seeing you in my clothes, - he decided and went back to cooking. – Besides, I thought we had enough to burn.

You wanted to pull out your hair.

- I need some new clothes, - you insisted. – And some new underwear, - you added more quietly. – Come, Joel, you promised you’d take care of me! – last sentence sounded like a whine.

That got his attention.

He turned back towards you and crossed his arms.

- What will you give me for that?

You raised an eyebrow.

How about I only shoot you in the leg when I leave and let you survive? That’s good enough?

- What do you want? – you took a step closer.

- I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give, - Joel’s voice was raspy and his hands seemed to be lightly trembling, as you placed your palm against his rapidly beating heart.

- How much worth is my kiss? – you asked, standing up on your toes to get closer to him. – Can I get some new clothes for that?

If something was cooking in the pan behind Joel’s back, it was probably already burnt.

Joel looked at you with clouded eyes. For just a second, you let doubt creep into your mind. Would he really go for it?

- Fine, - he accepted. – You get your clothes, I get my kiss.

Your smiled. Genuinely. Maybe for the first in months.

- Thank you, - your smile turned mocking. – And here’s your kiss, - you grasped his chin in between your fingers, turned his face to the side and placed an innocent kiss on his cheek. – Pleasure doing business with you.

Then you turned on your heel to leave. His hand grabbed your elbow, refusing you.

- The fuck you think you’re doing? – he looked almost bewildered. – That’s not a kiss.

You peeled open his fingers and backed away.

- It is in my book. Should’ve specified what kiss you wanted, Joel, - you smirked. – Will you be a dear and get me some khaki pants if they have any? Thanks.

In day five, Maria had come back and suggested that Joel brought you to the movie night. You had agreed so enthusiastically that Joel objecting would’ve raised suspicions so he was forced to accept as well. He probably was suspecting for you to run.

You had no such plan.

In order for this game to work, he had to be properly lulled into thinking you had abandoned all wishes to leave. Which meant – you couldn’t just run first chance you got. That would only make him keep up his guard more.

That didn’t mean you wouldn’t keep Joel on his toes. So that evening, when both of you had arrived to an already full room of people, you had quickly chosen a seat where there were people already sitting on both sides of you. Joel had no choice but to sit in front of you.

That had its pros and cons. For one, he couldn’t keep such a close eye on you and constantly turning around to make sure you were still there would look weird. Cons? At some point he had developed a different tactic, reaching his arm back in the dark, wrapping his fingers firmly around your ankle and pulling you a bit closer to him. That made you drag your chair closer to where he was sitting if you didn’t want to slouch and not be able to see the screen.

But was there really any point in watching the screen when all you could feel was his fingers constantly drawing figures on your skin?

After around the half-hour mark, you had already gotten bored when you suddenly felt a hand on your thigh. You immediately stiffened and Joel, whose hand was still wrapped around your ankle, sat up as well. Even if he did turn to look at you, the room was so dark that he wouldn’t have been able to see anything.

When you felt the hand on your thigh starting to creep up, you harshly grabbed the stranger’s wrist and twisted it, earning you a pained groan. That only lasted for a moment though because the man on your right leaned closer and whispered:

- Don’t cause a scene, babygirl, - even his voice felt disgusting in your ear. – Nobody’s gonna believe the newbie anyway.

You felt bile rise in your throat.

Joel’s fingers had stopped drawing circles on your skin. In fact, he had removed his hand altogether.

Dammit.

You gulped and quietly stood up. You didn’t want to stay here. Staying here would mean being harassed even more. Even though it was already late, there were still people outside who hadn’t come to the movie night.

Safety in numbers.

Surely somebody would step in if they saw you getting harassed out in the open, right?

Here’s to hoping...

The cold evening air hit you as soon as you stepped outside. Disgust had made you forget your whole plan about lulling Joel into safety. Right now you couldn’t care less if he thought you had ran...

There were people outside, you had been right. The problem was – they were far too few and far too distant. Recognizing Tommy in distance, you had already taken a step forward when somebody yanked you back by your hair and pushed your back against the wall hard.

Your breath left your body when your eyes were met with those of man in his early thirties. He looked young. Definitely younger than Joel. His hand wrapped itself around your throat, keeping you pinned against the wall. Whenever Joel did this, he wouldn’t cut your air off, just firmly keeping you still. This asshole had no problem cutting your airways.

- What a nice pet project Miller’s got himself, - the asshole tutted. – Everybody’s afraid to even utter your name here, thinking Joel’s gonna carve their eyes out in their sleep.

Your fingers desperately tried to peel off his hand from your throat.

- But I know better, - he didn’t let up. – You’re just some slut that he found. Joel’s a changed man now, - the asshole said the last words mockingly. – That’s what we’re all been told. And let me tell you, he wouldn’t dirty up his hands over some bitch he just met.

- Y/N? – you could’ve sworn somebody was calling your name but you also were in early stages losing consciousness so you couldn’t be sure.

Your attacker backed away, and you realized he had heard it too. Then he suddenly leaned closer and whispered:

- Utter a word to Miller about this and I’ll end your pathetic life, - he lightly slapped your cheek. – Joel’s going away tomorrow and you’ll have nobody to protect you. So be nice if you want me to be nice.

Joel was going away tomorrow? There was no doubt he wasn’t planning on taking you with.

Would he, though? If you asked?

Somehow spending the day with Joel seemed better than whatever this asshole had in mind.

When Joel rounded the corner, his eyes immediately searched for yours. You looked down. So instead he looked the man next to you up and down.

- Dan.

- Joel, - the Dan, apparently, responded. – I’m just introducing myself to your...? Are you his ward or something? – he laughed as he asked you.

- She’s my wife, - Joel responded in your place.

You definitely weren’t going to correct Joel in front of this fool.

Dan nodded. Then he extended his hand for you to shake.

- Nice to meet you, Joel’s wife, - he was still smiling that disgusting smile of his.

When you didn’t move to take his hand, he chuckled and turned to leave. Joel didn’t move either and so the boy was forced to squeeze himself through the small opening that led back to the porch.

When he had left, you finally met Joel’s gaze.

- Something you want to tell me? – he didn’t sound jealous or anything.

He sounded calm. Eerily so.

Joel’s gonna be gone tomorrow. And you’ll be stuck here with the creepy asshole. Even if you could tell Joel and even if he would do something about it, these people didn’t seem like they allowed their own to be killed. So, at best, he gets a beating. And then he’s gonna be even angrier.

And Joel can’t protect you forever.

And you can’t even aim well enough to shoot someone.

And-

- Sweetheart? – Joel’s voice brought you back. – Did he really just wanted to introduce himself?

You didn’t trust your voice so you just nodded.

For a second, Joel looked disappointed.

Looking back, you had thought it was because he was probably craving to take his frustrations somewhere. On someone.

Definitely nothing more.

- Wanna go back? – he offered.

You shook your head. That’s the last place you wanted to be at.

- I’m tired, - you tried to sound as bitchy as you had sounded this morning but it came out rather empty. – I’d rather go to sleep.

The house had never been this quiet. You were the one who usually started fights and threw tantrums and, because you did none of that this evening, nobody was screaming and nothing got destroyed.

Joel probably was thanking every god for some peace and quiet.

You quietly showered, changed into his t-shirt and were already sleeping when he had returned to the bedroom.

You slept like knocked out and surprised discovered that you had slept in. You were a light sleeper so on most days you would wake up even just by Joel placing a kiss on your neck first thing in the morning. Today, however, you woke up when sun had blinded you and forced you to roll over just to discover Joel already gone.

You had never been this unwilling to leave his house. His room. Even his bed. Even though you had no plans to run, you had to get up and get yourself among people. Somewhere with lots and lots of people.

Only then you noticed a piece of paper being left on the nightstand for you.

The guards are instructed to not let you out. If you try, they will restrain you. And then I’ll restrain you. So don’t waste your energy trying.

Be a good girl and I’ll bring back a gift for you.

You crumbled the paper.

The only gift you wanted was to be left alone.

You showered and ate in an extra short time, too afraid for certain someone to show up at your house. When you left Joel’s place, you almost ran where you knew Maria would be. Just to be in close proximity of anyone, really.

After half an hour of nervously flicking eyes towards the door while trying to plant some tomatoes in the greenhouse, you had actually let your guard down a little and started to join in the conversation.

- Joel told us you were in a neighboring QZ, - Maria asked. – What was your job there?

Back in real world – before this whole thing with the virus went down – you had been a full-time student. QZ didn’t allowed people your age to continue studies in anything, so you had to find something you were good at.

- I was mostly assisting doctors, - you threw out and then tried to shift your voice from nervous to careless and cheerful. – Hey, have you seen Dan anywhere? We met yesterday and-

- He left with Joel and Tommy this morning, - one of the other women explained. – One of their crew had gotten sick so they needed a replacement.

You had never relaxed so quickly. He wasn’t here. Dan was not here. You were safe.

Motivated by the sudden freedom and safety, you had spent most of the day in the greenhouse. You liked it. Maybe even more than being in the infirmary. When Maria left to greet Tommy, you had almost went with her, deciding against it at the last minute.

Greeting Joel would possibly make him think you’re easing into this life and thus would help your plan to dip but seeing Dan might make you throw up. So instead you stayed behind in the peace and comfort of the greenhouse.

That was until a loud scream pierced the air. Your hands slightly shook, as you stepped outside.

There, laid on the ground, was a body that the group had brought in from outside. The body – you couldn’t assign the word ‘person’ to the atrocity that was laid before you – was missing one of its legs and a good chunk of his left arm. There were bites from the infected all over him. His throat was littered in what looked like bites too, except it also looked like he was missing his vocal cords that seemed to be ripped clean out.

And then there was a bullet right between Dan’s eyes.

- Jesus, what happened? – Maria asked Tommy.

- Got himself bitten, - her husband explained. – Decided to show off by getting a close-shot. Wasn’t quick enough to pull the trigger.

Maria nodded. Probably this wasn’t as rare as you had thought. It was probably in human nature to get cocky.

- Yeah, at least he didn’t suffer, - Tommy threw a blanket on top of the body, hiding it from the view. – Too much. Thankfully, Joel was there to end his misery.

At the mention of Joel, your eyes searched for him. When you came up empty, you felt almost disappointed before feeling his arm sneak around your waist. He pulled you back by his hand on your stomach until you were firmly pressed against him. When he buried his face in your hair, you felt him breathe in your scent.

- How merciful of me to let him die, - Joel whispered with his lips ghosting over your hair. – Too bad he had to get his leg ripped off and throat ripped out before I could get to him to end his life. What a pathetic death, don’t you think?

You couldn’t muster the courage to do anything other than breathe in and out. Then he rested his chin on top of your head, both of you eyes still glued to the dead person in front of you.

- Almost as pathetic as his life.

Then he simply stepped back and casually throwing out “see you at home, honey”, left.

That evening you tried to keep yourself busy doing everything and anything possible before you went back home. But at some point Maria had to throw you out, saying she can’t allow you to fall asleep in the greenhouse. So when you finally returned, it was around eleven in the evening. Well past dinner and well past your usual bedtime.

The house was quiet. When you turned on the light in the kitchen and Joel was still nowhere to be found, shivers ran through your body. As usual, you felt him before you saw him. He was casually sitting on the sofa and reading one of what looked like books you had on you when he had kidnapped you. It was a mix between history and fantasy. You weren’t a fan but reading materials were hard to come by so you couldn’t be picky.

- Did you let him get infected or did he do that on his own? – you weren’t sure why you were even asking.

- Does it matter? – Joel casually skipped a page.

No, not really.

- Kinda, - you confessed.

Maybe a little. Understanding how far Joel would go might help you weaponize the people here. If he wasn’t ready to kill someone just because, you might be able to use other people as an emotional shield to blackmail him and make him let you go.

- Okay, - he closed the book. – Then no. He didn’t get infected on his own. He was a coward. So why would he ever attempt a close-shot?

You nodded. You felt no remorse for Dan’s death. Why should you? He was a despicable human being.

- Then how did-

- I gave him a gun with no bullets. The moron never even checked. All he could do was beg for mercy when he came across one of the infected.

When Joel stood up, you took a step back. At this point, it was a choreographed dance for the two of you. Joel tilted his head and regarded your stiff posture with a small smile.

- So then yesterday... when he went over, you-

- I heard everything, yes, - Joel nodded. – Would’ve preferred to hear it from you but beggars can’t be choosers, I guess.

- How chivalrous of you, - you gave him a lopsided mocking smile. – What a gentleman, huh?

- Let’s not pretend that the thought of me killing for you doesn’t turn you on, baby, - Joel placed his hand around your throat and used it to pull you closer. – I think we both know you would’ve loved to watch that creep die. Even better, you probably wouldn’t even object if I demanded you pay for his death with your body, right?

You felt a tingling sensation spread throughout your body from where his hand had grabbed you by the neck.

This doesn’t mean anything, you tried convincing yourself. This is just a physiological reaction to close proximity to an attractive man and his words, nothing more.

And you knew that was a lie as soon as you thought of it.

- And are you? – you challenged. – Are you demanding a payment?

He released your neck and you slumped against the wall.

- I don’t want a pity fuck from you.

- What about a thank you fuck? Would your highness accept that?

- My highness would accept anything, and you know it, - Joel motioned towards the bedroom. – If you want to show me your gratitude, you could at least get yourself off and let me watch. There’s no point in both of us suffering and trying to-

- I’m not suffering, - you argued. – I couldn’t care less if you go insane from staying celibate. You could just let me go and find someone who actually wants to fuck you. But suit yourself, I guess.

Joel hooked his fingers on the belt of your pants and slowly and torturously pulled you away from the wall closer to him.

- I guess we’re both staying celibate then, sweetheart, - he unhooked your belt, - because if I find out you let some other guy even touch you, I’ll dig them a nice deep grave right next to Dan’s. With a cross and everything.

He unbuttoned your pants and slid his hand inside your panties. Exactly no one was surprised when he found you hot and wet.

- Feel free to tell me to stop at any point, baby, - Joel encouraged with a smile. – You don’t need this, do you? I’m just delusional, right?

You whimpered and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, fully intending to withdraw his hand. Then his other hand wrapped around your wrist, keeping it firmly placed there.

- No, no, no, - he tsked. – Ask for what you want like a big girl. You want to cum? Have you earned the right to cum? Beg me for it.

He skillfully slid two fingers into your wet cunt, while keeping his thumb on your clit. Drawing circles painfully, torturously slowly.

- Come on, where’s that sharp tongue of yours, huh? – Joel’s eyes glistened in amusement, keeping the stimulation on your clit as light as he possibly could. – Need some help there, baby?

You shook your head in a petty refusal to give in. If he let you cum, that would mean that even after all the mocking about him not being able to stay celibate, you would be the one proven to not be able to withstand celibacy.

- No? – he tutted, as he leaned closer to your ear. – Just imagine how difficult it will be for you to take me if you’re a shaking mess from just two of my fingers.

A whimper left your lips and you rested your head against his shoulder. Drawing in a quick breath, you were almost on the edge.

Just few seconds more and-

- Does that feel good? – he asked.

All you could do was nod.

- Take a deep breath and give me a proper answer, - Joel urged you.

Now or never, your clouded, deprived mind decided.

- This is gonna feel even better, - you whispered in his ear and dug the needle into the side of his neck.

Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you pulled out his hand from your panties. And, just as a gift to celebrate a proper goodbye, you slid his index and middle fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. Tasting yourself. Then you let go of his hand and watched him fall to his knees in front of you.

You pulled out a needle that contained a very, very light dosage of the tranquilizer that was usually used on horses. The very same that you had stolen this afternoon from the cupboard that contained medicine in the infirmary.

It wouldn’t kill him but the hangover’s gonna be a bitch when he’ll wake up.

- You kidnapped me but you also killed a creep for me so – let’s call it even, sweetheart, - you mocked, using his own nickname.

Joel’s hand grasped yours. You expected some swearing... maybe threats... something... Instead, his lips pulled into a smug smile, as he slowly lost all consciousness.

- You better pray I’m merciful when I catch you, - he promised darkly. – There’s not one place in this entire world where I wouldn’t be able to find you. And when I do, you’ll pay for this.

He lost consciousness shortly after.

- We’ll see about that.

You had one place in mind where Joel’s authority wouldn’t mean shit. The QZ you originally came from.

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐮 𝐑𝐃𝐑𝟐 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

(might do another one for the girls in the gang idk and if this doesn't exactly match the characters were going to pretend it does so don't come for me)

Characters ~ Arthur, John, Javier, Dutch, Hosea, Sean, Charles, and Kieran (this is not in order lol)

Arthur Morgan

Ok, as we said in another post he's definitely a truck driver.

He always has his dog with him no matter where he goes and he most likely has one of those giant bloodhound dogs or a bird dog. Maybe even a stray cat he found in a parking lot, who knows with him?

He probably pulls over on the side of the road to sketch some of the scenery he sees and it most likely causes him to be late to places he needs to be but oh well.

LOVES to put different stickers on his truck and to blow the horn for little kids that wave at him sometimes.

His dog is absolutely spoiled, having a giant bed in the passenger seat and probably over 20+ toys because Arthur can't help himself when he sees new toys or treats.

He's always uploading poorly taken selfies of him and his dog onto facebook (lets be real he's almost 40, he's most def uses facebook)

Dutch Vanderlinde

Let's be real, Dutch owns one of those fake gold shops that try to scam you and sell you fake jewelry, I don't make the rules that's just how it is.

But Dutch is good at his job, even if what he's selling you is fake he'd probably be able to convince you it was real by the end of the conversation.

Takes major pride in his business

Actually makes pretty good money considering he's a good liar lmao.

He def talked John into buying a fake diamond necklace for Abigail, John didn't realize he'd been scammed until Arthur pointed it out lol

Probably would give his S/O fake jewelry from his shop because he is cheap

"It's the thought that counts," he would tell his S/O when they point out that the ring he gave them wasn't real.

Somehow has managed to avoid countless law suits, no one really knows how though

He probably uses his shop as a cover up for money laundering ngl

Hosea Matthews

This ones difficult

lowkey feel like he'd work in a bank

Doesn't question where the large sums of money Dutch deposits comes from because he doesn't want to know lol

Has a picture of John and Arthur hanging up in his office

always having to lecture John on not falling for internet scams because this is like the 5th time he's had to freeze his bank account for fraud.

Always turning Dutch away because he tries to take out loans for stupid things that he doesn't need

Has to help John get back the money Dutch scammed from him ofc

Hosea likes his job though, it pays well and he gets his own office so what is there to complain about?

John Marston

I wanna say he works in a zoo and has to deal without wolves just to be funny but I honestly see him being a mechanic

Always working on Arthur's truck when something happens to it.

Likes to teach Jack how to work on cars also, he considers it their "father, son bonding time"

Buys Jack the nicest truck when Jack is old enough to drive.

Has had to fix Sean's car after he drove it into a tree because he thought it was a good idea to drink and drive.

Drives around a classic car that no one else is allowed to touch or he'll have a stroke right there and then.

Everyone in the town comes to him when they need work done on their car, he even opened up his own show eventually

Javier Escuella

Ok, so I see him working as a singer in a bar, like with a cover band or something

he even performs his own songs that he wrote some nights

people love him

he actually has a lot of followers on social media from posting his music and videos of him playing guitar

if him and his s/o have a kid he definitely teaches them how to play guitar from a young age.

writes songs for his s/o

all the guys come and watch him perform some nights when they are all in town at the same time.

makes youtube tutorials on how to play songs on the guitar.

the other guys are convinced that he's going to become famous one day

Charles Smith

I see him working in an animal sanctuary for endangered animals or hurt animals

Definitely becomes best friends with a literal bear and treats it like your everyday normal pet.

Forms strong bonds with every animals he works with, something about his aurora is calming to be around

Doesn't allow John near the wolves when he visits.

Has had to stop Sean from trying to climb into the lion enclosure more times than he can count

He lets Dutch, Arthur, and Kieran come to visit some of the horses he takes care of.

He does volunteer work with animal shelters and other things like that.

Major animal lover in general, probably dog sits Arthur's dog whenever Arthur can't bring him somewhere

Sean Mcguire

This man CANNOT hold a job

Its not that he's lazy (he is) he just gets bored quickly and hops from job to job.

No one actually knows how he affords his apartment, Hosea is convinced he's selling drugs

He usually works in fast food places for a little bit just to make some quick cash.

Has shown up to work drunk a few times ngl

if he has an s/o he probably shows up to their job whenever their working to annoy them

Tried to get hired at a bar but that most definitely didn't last long considering he got plastered on the first night of the job

He probably is selling drugs but I mean, money is money?

Kieran Duffy

We already know the answer to this, he works at a stable

Tried to get a job with Charles but they didn't hire him :(

LOVES working at the stable, he basically gets to play with horses for most of the day

If him and his s/o have a kid he's definitely teaching them how to ride a horse before they can even walk

is always showing his s/o pictures of different horses he gets to work with

probably is in facebook groups for horses

he's a horsegirl

he owns his own horses too and always makes sure they look pristine and perfect

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #rdr #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption two #van der linde gang #red dead fanfic #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #charles smith #kieran duffy #john marston #red dead redemption fanfic

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9800sblog · 7 months

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hi jes! how've u been? i hope everything's fine as u read this.

may i request a "things/characteristics that might be a turn off or deal breaker for ateez"? i hope u haven't done something like this before hehe

thank u in advance and have a great day <3

-🪽

ateez deal breakers

based on tarot, a little difficult to interpret as they don't talk openly about relationships, take it with a grain of salt

seonghwa

4 of swords, the hierophant reversed, king of swords

dependence, people that need him to boss them around, that need him to be in control of the relationship, like someone who wouldn't make the first move or high demand people. stuck in their ways, close minded, negative, too introverted (isolated, lone wolves, etc), people that stay lied down in their room all day, people that sleep too much, people that worry too much and would complain and need him to be super nice. not being spontaneous, defensive, controlling and scared.

hongjoong

(he seems super busy these days, cards were jumping and my head and eyes started feeling heavy and my body tired 😮‍💨)

ace of cups reversed, the devil reversed, 6 of cups reversed

I don't think he likes people that are very experienced in relationships. he honestly might have a specific person in mind or just a really reaaaally specific type, so if you're anything different from that, you're just not his person. if he can't see himself being friends with them, having a friendship before and beyond a relationship. someone that doesn't wanna have kids. it honestly feels like he's looking for a soulmate so if you're not them, there's just no hope for you.

yunho

knight of pentacles, 5 of cups reversed, page of pentacles, bottom of the deck: the star

co-workers, other idols, celebrities (basically anyone he couldn't run from if they broke up). doesn't want someone that has just started their career or college students, he's done a lot in his life and he wants someone to match him. he doesn't wanna fix anyone or save them, he just wants someone he can chill with, so no negativity, hard work, pessimism, anyone that would bring his spirit down, he doesn't want to be "the energizer" of his relationship, that's his JOB. he also wants someone that can be around him often, so you can't travel/wander too much; doesn't want people that sleep around and/or just wanna hook up with him, he wants commitment.

yeosang

(always in such a good, lighthearted mood, it's energizing)

2 of wands reversed, temperance reversed, 10 of swords reversed

a wanderer spirit, his job is already so demanding and fast paced, he wants someone that will stick and, again, not travel too much. no patience, he doesn't like to be yelled at. someone that moves too much, doesn't chill, loud, etc. the 10 of swords is making me think of physicals, he prefers athletic builds, so people that don't work out, get tired easily, weak in general wouldn't be able to keep up with him and his preferences/hobbies.

san

2 of swords, 5 of pentacles, page of cups, 6 of pentacles

literally people that leave him out in the cold, don't share their thoughts and feelings with him, keeping secrets. someone that is too decisive, don't ask his opinions and inputs on things. san has changed a lot over the years, he may not want someone that met him before that, he'd feel stuck, so people from his hometown, childhood friends, trainees, other idols and people that his friends recommend may be totally out of question. he'd prefer someone in the same level of fame as him, he doesn't wanna do "charity work" (for lack of better words) or worry of gold diggers and would feel nervous if the other person was more famous.

mingi

(such a happy and innocent dude he's so cute so cute)

page of swords, wheel of fortune reversed, 7 of cups reversed

I could make a very lengthy post just about what mingi doesn't like, he's VERY picky. destiny plays a huge part for him, so basically every characteristic that doesnt match his idea of his soulmate is a deal breaker. but also (even platonically), people that are too nice to any and everyone like it's their job (literally the page of swords), wild, independent, party people, superficial, immature (in his terms). doesn't like people that aren't interested in soulful subjects and/or practices, people that don't think of the future (spontaneous, careless, etc.), or don't study. people that think/dream small, can't see beyond their physical reality, don't support his fantasies, people stuck in reality (he daydreams all the time and loves to dress up as anime characters in real life). etc etc etc there's a lot more coming through, but this is a good sum up, I think .

wooyoung

7 of wands reversed, 4 of wands, 5 of swords reversed

people that get offended easily, he does playful banter even with his mom, so someone too serious doesn't work with him. maybe people that pursue him are a deal breaker, he may like the chase. someone that gets along too well with his friends (he's said he doesn't think men and women can be friends without feelings). "boring" people that don't like to bend the rules sometimes.

jongho

(jongho never gives me permission to read for him, unless I'm totally 300% available so that's a hint)

justice reversed, the world, the empress, ace of wands reversed

impulsive, reckless, hasty, self critical and judgemental of him, unfair/full of prejudice. someone that is too similar to his friends and/or their partners. too independent and in control, don't need him, also doesn't want someone that has a hectic schedule or travels too much, because he takes it slow and steady.

#ateez tarot #kpop tarot #ateez #celebrity tarot reading

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lillygamine · 2 months

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🙤 𝒜𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒾𝑒 🙦

♡ Warning: Female!Reader X Male!Vampire,Male!Monster, non-consensual relationship, power dynamics (unbalanced) ⚠️ Minors please dni with most posts/follow ⚠️

♡ Note: I was feeling the urge to write again, but I didn't really know what to write So I did something about vampire x reader, I think I did something else about Dracula x Reader ^^' ♡ Note 2: English is not my first language, but I hope you like it :>

His icy hands touching my body, each drag of his fingers on my skin expressed his dominance over me. He was a hunter, and I was trapped prey… I couldn't escape, and even if I could, where would I go? There is no place in this godforsaken land that I could hide from him, the persecution, fear and anxiety in every step I take would only increase, and in the end… I know it would be nothing more than a game of cat and mouse between us , it's always a game for him.

Whenever I close my eyes, I can hear the noise of the flames spreading through my house, the sound of destruction that takes place, the sound of the employees being trapped in the middle of the flames and rubble, screaming for mercy… the sight of that very new creature and so old, scary to the bone but still as seductive as a fine wine made from the sweetest vintage, her mesmerizing eyes watching me from afar, just watching the fear take over my entire being.

I remember the feeling of the cold wind of the autumn night on my skin and the stinging of the branches that hit my skin and cut me, the vegetation hurting my bare feet. I remember the feeling of fear I felt with every stumble, the tremors when I heard the howls of the hungry wolves in the forest… and when I felt a glimmer of hope when I saw a distant, illuminated castle, running towards it in search of my life, with hope. desperately knocking on her door, which opened as if the wind invited me in, I was safe, I was alive… oh sweet god how wrong I was…

That monstrosity, that sadistic being entered that room lit by beautiful chandeliers made of gold, walking towards me as if floating.

-Look at you little mouse, are you so scared that you ran to the first house you saw, or was it your greed that made you choose this place? That made you enter my house of your own free will?

Defeat, that's what I felt… I went straight into the wolf's den…

-But of course I won't complain! You saved me the trouble of dragging her here! Such a good pet, isn't it?

I tried to run, I swear to God I tried, but he grabbed me by my hair and threw me against the ground, I felt my head hurt and my conscience wobble.

-Annoying little creature, you will not run away from me… what is mine will not stop being mine, and if you try-He towered over my fragile body and clouded mind-I will break every bone in your mortal body, but I will not let you die , you will live

Standing over me, he held my hair tightly, moving my head as he wanted, exposing my neck.

-You are my pet, a toy that I can play with and break whenever I want, I will discard you when I no longer want to play with you, so-he brought his mouth closer to my neck-don't let me get bored.

Pain infiltrated my limp body, I felt my remaining strength abandon me and my conscience betray me.

I was just a pretty doll for him to dress and play with, a doll for him to break and fix as he pleases, I'm not going to run away… I don't want to live like this, I'd rather die… But I know that if he kills me… I will come back as cold as he is…

#lillygamine #creature #monster #monster lover #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #tw yandere #yandere #monster boyfriend #monster romance #vampire #vampyr #vampire x reader #vampire x human #monster boy

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aurumacadicus · 1 year

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If you're still doing 5 headcanon stuff (if not feel free to ignore): Platonic Tony x Rhodey, with werewolf family?

Love this idea <3

Jim was pretty sure that he was paired with Tony for the dorms specifically because they were the only two werewolves entering the student population that year. Two werewolves would know the ins and outs of being around other werewolves already, so no learning curve for a human roommate. It was stupid. They were from different packs. They could have attacked each other on sight. Their packs could have had a feud, and the humans wouldn't have known about it. But, it was also the eighties. That type of ignorance was sort of par for the course back then. Tony hadn't noticed Jim was a werewolf too, had simply walked in and said, "This is my bed, I'm gonna roll all over it now so it smells like me," and then accidentally wedged himself between the bed and the wall and whined until Jim had rescued him, and well. That had sort of been that.

Tony is orphaned. Jim grabs him by the scruff after the funeral and drags him home with him. "This is ours now," he tells his mama. Mama gives Tony a slow up-and-down, then says, "Well, he's the only other person with taste in this house," and that's that. ("What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she's asked later, and she scowls and reminds everyone that Tony is the only other person who prefers sweet potato pie to pumpkin and now she doesn't have to worry about her pies molding before she can finish them.) They quickly find out that Tony's quirks that they've brushed off as 'eccentric rich person' are actually coping mechanisms because his parents were not very good werewolves. Boarding school had not been Tony's choice, and he'd only started college early because once home, he didn't know how to live with other werewolves. It was why he'd been so careless about rooming with Jim in the dorms. He didn't know he was supposed to be on the defensive around another werewolf. It's dangerous. Other wolves can and will take advantage of his guard being down all the time. He's still a pup, in some ways. Others, he's aged beyond his years. Jim hears his mama and dad whispering some nights about how the Starks ruined him, how they stunted him and made him grow too soon as the same time, how they can try and fix some of what's happened to him but he's always going to be at least a little bit broken. Jim remembers that, when Tony dons a suit and smiles sharp and wide, baring his teeth when other werewolves would hide them. He plays human and werewolf in a way that Jim can't even begin to comprehend. (Doesn't want to.) And he does it well. (It breaks their hearts.)

Tony seems to realize that he's... Different. Jim and the rest of his family try their hardest to convince him that they don't care, that they love him in spite of that, that he's still part of the pack and just because his instincts got all messed up doesn't mean he's a bad person. But it's not enough. Probably wouldn't have been enough even if they'd taken him in earlier, gotten a head start on fixing his frayed edges. He starts sharing less of his life, carefully covering his face so he doesn't smile when a werewolf wouldn't and set the family on edge. Visits less, and times them with Jim's so he never visits alone. "I think the war ruined my parents," Tony says, and Jim turns to look at him, frowning. Tony is staring out the window as Happy drives them to a banquet. Normally they take the drive to pep each other up for the absolute torture of glad-handing, but Tony had been conspicuously quiet, and Jim hadn't wanted to push him. "Okay?" Jim replies carefully. Tony doesn't respond for a moment, but when he finally does, he still can't make eye contact with him. "Mom's pack was scattered by the war. Lots of her male relatives died. The rest moved wherever they could to keep their kids safe. Supplies were scarce, so smaller groups were preferred. Mom left so that she wouldn't be a burden. Dad, well... he didn't talk about his parents much. He only had one picture of them. And then the war, and Captain America, and the nuclear bomb... I think I wouldn't have had a chance to be normal even if I hadn't gotten sent off to boarding school." He's probably right, Jim thinks, but doesn't say so. All he can see is the kid who wedged himself between his bed and his wall and whined until he got him free. "Yeah, well, that's their loss," he says, and Tony offers him a wide smile that a normal werewolf wouldn't have. He smiles back, because he's known Tony long enough to know that his bared teeth are not a threat. Knows it puts Tony at ease that he'll bare his teeth back.

Tony is kidnapped in Afghanistan, and Jim finds him walking the sands after a successful escape, pausing every few yards to let out dry howl, lips cracked and a hole glowing in his chest. Jim gnashes his teeth furiously as he listens to the doctors explain that they can't do more to help. How he's only alive because he's a werewolf, and the technology simply wasn't there to keep him from bleeding to death if they tried to surgically remove the shrapnel. Gnashes his teeth when Tony destroys one of his fighter jets, almost kills one of his pilots and then saves him, buys him a new jet in recompense. Gnashes his teeth when he learns Obadiah was behind Tony's kidnapping, almost killed him again, almost killed Pepper and would have done so without remorse. Gnashes his teeth was Tony finally admits he's dying from palladium poisoning from the reactor. Gnashes his teeth when Tony joins some stupid secret boy band called the Avengers, and he's working with Captain America, who told Tony to his face that he knew men who were worth ten of him, and Natasha, who had betrayed his trust and stabbed him in the neck, and other people Jim doesn't know so doesn't trust or like them. Gnashes his teeth when he realizes that they're all broken just like Tony, and are able to relate to him in ways that Jim will never be able to, because he grew up in a loving family and literally no one else did. Tony is still the only one who smiles though. Jim can see it puts the rest of the Avengers on edge, the way he bares his teeth without thinking about it. Human in ways they can't be. Werewolf in ways they can't, either. Jim bares his teeth back at him, and Tony throws his head back and laughs as the rest of the Avengers back away, anxious and confused.

"So are you dating again, or?" Jim asks, picking through a bowl of puppy chow. He likes the ones with more peanut butter than chocolate. He doesn't mention he can see the Avengers turning toward them in interest even as they desperately try to pretend to mind their own business. "Pepper mentioned you going out on a date finally." Tony shrugs. "Yeah, I thought I might put myself back out there. I don't know. Just feels discouraging that I can't keep a girlfriend. Or boyfriend," he adds belatedly. "'s 'cause you're weird," Jim offers helpfully. "Yeah," Tony sighs. At least he's self-aware. "Anyway, I'm gonna go menace the rest of your team," Jim adds, popping the last few bites of puppy chow he'd dug out into his mouth. "Gotta show 'em who's boss, after all." "Okay, but if you make Bruce Hulk out, you have to clean up the mess," Tony replies, and Jim salutes him before he goes over to bare his teeth at the rest of the Avengers until they scramble out of his way nervously. He finds it flattering that most of them can't meet his eyes. Bruce even sort of grabs someone's shirt and puts it over his head, as if physically blocking his gaze away would help. Jim crunches a mouthful of puppy chow next to his ear in response. He wants everyone to be certain that if they did anything to hurt Tony, they'd have not just him, but the rest of his family there to make them pay for it. Also a couple of them had looked way too interested in the fact Tony was dating again.

#aurumacadicus answers #ask meme #5 headcanons meme #tony/rhodey brotp

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littlespace-imagines · 1 year

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Could I get an image where the reader is Jacob Black’s little and they regress around the rest of the pack for the first time <33

Pairing: Cg!Jacob Black x little!reader

Contains: established relationship, Ageregression, Littlespace, cgl dynamic, protective Jake, the wolves are very accepting, set after the events of breaking Dawn, ReynoldsRap doesn’t exist

**Ageregression and Littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

You were hanging out with Jacob and some of the other members of the wolf pack at La Push on a unusually sunny day, you were enjoying a rare bit of sunshine on your skin gladly accepting the warmth over the usual cold drizzle.

You sat down on the sand and began to build a sand castle, uninterested in the game of frisbee everyone else was currently playing, you did you best to build the coolest sandcastle you could, even using pebbles and sticks you found on the beach as a decoration. It wasn’t long until you had unknowingly regressed, too entranced by your sandcastle to notice.

It wasn’t until a particularly high wave came in and washed your sandcastle away until you realized.

You sat and stared at the remains of your sandcastle as tears pricked your eyes, it wasn’t long until you were crying, face buried in your hands, crying and riddled with embarrassment because it’s just a stupid sandcastle and you shouldn’t be this upset you argued with yourself, you were pulled out of the self destructive thoughts by Jacob’s voice.

Which meant people had noticed.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Tell me, I can fix it.” He whispered and you shook your head ‘no’ not trusting your voice.

“Please, I hate seeing you upset.” He pleaded and you took a deep breath,

“I was building a sand castle and it was really fun so I got small and then it washed away but it’s just a stupid sandcastle and I shouldn’t feel bad.” You explained through your tears, trying to keep your voice as quiet as possible.

“Oh no, that’s really bad. I’m sorry that happened, would you like to go home and do something there instead?” Jacob asked and you nodded, reaching for him to help you up,

“Where are you guys going?” Sam’s voice rang through the beach and you cringed, you knew even trying to be quiet it would be impossible for them not to hear with their superhuman hearing. You just wanted this embarrassment and this day to be over.

“Oh, uh, I decided I wanted to go grab some food and I’m taking (y/n) with me.” Jacob lies, clearly trying to make you feel better. You both know Sam knows the truth. Sam nods and looks at you,

“You know, we’d be more than happy to help you rebuild your sandcastle. You don’t have to feel bad about slipping around us.” He says and you stand there in shock,

“I-I thought you guys would think I’m weird.” You manage to say and he chuckles.

“I mean don’t get me wrong you’re weird, but not because you’re a little.” He teases you and you laugh,

“Okay, I’d like to build that sandcastle and then we can get something to eat!” You say happily.

#littlespace fanfiction #x little!reader #xlittle!reader #little!reader #twilight x reader #twilight x you #twilight fanfiction #jacob black x you #jacob black x y/n #jacob black x reader #jacob black #wolf pack x reader

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trollcafe · 3 months

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'Scared'

Google Docs Link A four-and-a-half sweep old Jodiah faces a truly terrifying enemy.

Daisee’s ship was so big, and you were, well, small. You knew the halls of her ship well, having spent much of your time here playing hide-n-seek. Sometimes you were lucky and she would join you and Lola, but most of the time it was just Mavrik who joined. When he was around, that is.

Yet, despite the comfort you felt in the metal walls, you couldn’t help but be afraid of her recruits. They were all rowdy highbloods, only a handful of sweeps older than you. All sent here because they had anger issues or were deemed dangers to society. Here to be reformed, your dad had said with a particularly sad tone. Here to put their anger to good use. When you were a little younger, Lola had been able to convince some of them to play tag or help find you. Back then, you never noticed the hostility, but you could tell now. They looked at you differently. These days they all said you were too old to play games. But you always had Lola. And Lola wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. Neither would Daisee, nor Mavrik, and arguably even Kittle, not that you knew. You had no idea just how safe you were. A rabbit safe in the wolves’ den, only partially aware of how their maws dripped at the sight of you.

One wolf scared you more than the others. Even Lola was fearful of this recruit. Lola wasn’t afraid of anything- for him to distrust someone spoke volumes to you. Without your twin by your side, you stuck close to the adults, for fear of being caught alone with that one. That was the case for this visit. Your Dad was doing his ‘rounds’ and checking out Daisee’s planes, with said eldest sister helping. You weren’t allowed down in the hangar with them, so you promptly located the nearest adult and clung to his side.

Mavrik, as good natured as always, didn’t mind in the slightest. You held onto the back of his violet flight suit as you followed him into the mess hall. It was loud and smelly, despite there only being a handful of trolls milling about. You scanned the empty tables and faces with a silent worry, only shifting gears when offered a juice box. Mav puts his hand on your back and guides you to one of the tables.

“Stay here, okay? I’m just a few tables over.” He gestured to where a medic was sitting with a box of, as you’d discover in a few minutes, vaccines. “You don’t want to watch me poke people with needles, right?” He laughed as you frantically shook your head. “That’s what I thought. Nobody’s gonna bother you here. If you get hungry you can steal some chips.”

Your brow furrows as he ruffles your hair. You give your head a shake to fix your rattled hair. By the time you opened your eyes again, he was gone. So much for sticking with an adult.

As it turned out, you had a pretty good seat to watch trolls come in and leave. You had a variety of thoughts on each one, coming up with wild and vibrant stories for every face you saw. Trolls would come in, grumble at Mavrik, maybe grab food, get their Fleet Mandated Updated Vaccination, and then leave. You enjoyed the invisible feeling. Save for the occasional glance in your direction, nobody paid you any mind. Soon enough, your juice box was gone, and you had successfully snuck up behind Mavrik and his medical assistant to steal chips and a cookie. The chips didn’t last long. It was only when you started to munch on the dry cookie that you felt the burning sensation of eyes boring into you.

You turn your head and meet his icy gaze.

Suddenly, Mavrik felt very far away. Like, miles away. There was an entire ocean between you and your protector. There he stood, the one recruit who scared you more than the others, more than any scary movie you had seen, more than any spooky creature in whatever video game you watched on GrubTube. When your dad had taught you some basic sign language to help you communicate better, you had assigned different people with a sign. It was easier than spelling names out! Daisee was the letter D, Mavrik the letter M, Lola was the sign for twin. Aeremi, a grub at this point, was the sign for bee- but only half of it. You had no interest in knowing the scary recruit’s name. You simply used the sign for ‘scared.’ There was no better way to explain him. He was scary.

And right now, you were fucking scared, pardon the language. ‘’Scared’s’’ glare was cold, digging into your very roots even from across the mess hall. He was angry and hungry and burning with something you lacked a name for. You felt even smaller than before and painfully aware of just how visible you were. You wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole, like it had sweeps ago. You’d rather be starving in that ditch again. That ditch looked like a breeze compared to ‘’Scared.’’ That must’ve been obvious from your expression, as he decided to beeline straight for your table instead of reporting to Mavrik, as if fueled by your fear.

‘’Scared’’ loomed over you, eyes boiling over with rage. You tried to shrink down in your seat, tried to peel your gaze away but found yourself unable to break eye contact. For a brief moment you recalled an episode of Troll Animal Planet, where the narrator explained that predatory beasts often find direct eye contact to be a threat or sign of aggression. Looking at your predator’s balled fists, squared jaw, and burning eyes…yeah, you were feeling very threatened. This was a threat. You were in danger. You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the ache in your chest from your racing pusher. After an eternity of silence, you finally hold out your unfinished cookie in a meek offering of friendship. You even try to smile.

Crap, didn’t Troll Animal Planet also say showing teeth was a sign of aggression?!

You wince as he snatches the snack from you. At first you thought he was just very hungry. A glimmer of hope that you had simply misjudged him, that you had actually made a friend with the only troll on the ship close to you in age.He quickly crushed that hope. Just like he crushed the cookie in his fist, right before he threw the crumbs back in your face. Mean. You quickly discovered it was not the cookie that he hungered for.

You were frozen in fear for a few seconds longer. When it seemed like ‘’Scared’’ might just turn that threat into a promise, you bolted, ducking under his arm and nearly tripping over yourself as you ran straight for Mavrik. You pushed yourself between him and the pilot he was about to vaccinate. He instinctively lifted the needle out of range, too stunned to speak. The pilot was confused. Mavrik was confused. His medical assistant was confused. You were terrified. There was not one good thing happening in this scene right now. You tugged at his shirt frantically, pointing towards ‘’Scared’’ while trying to stay hidden behind the violet’s frame at the same time. You had to let go of his waist to sign. Your hands trembled as you motioned.

“Scared?” Mav asked for clarity, confusion dripping from his voice at your frantic and sloppy signing. You nodded, then threw yourself into him with relief, hiding your face in his smelly flight suit. He put his free arm around you, glancing over his shoulder to what you were pointing at. You didn’t care if he knew that was that kid’s name. Hell, you were terrified. Mavrik would protect you. That’s all that mattered.

“Almiss!” You hear Mavrik hiss in a scolding tone. You can feel him look over his shoulder, casting a glare.

“Get outta here, Pipsqueak- go make yourself useful for once!” Mavrik’s assistant chimed in. You didn’t see the glare she received for it, nor the middle finger Mav was given for the crime of defending you.

You didn’t pry yourself off your protector just yet. Luckily, he was able to do his job singlehanded. You kept your face buried in Mavrik’s side as he continued to work with one arm around you. He stroked your back in the best motion of comfort he could muster. After what you assumed was at least five trolls, you finally lift your head, peeking around the violet’s broad frame with caution.

The troll you had dubbed Scared, because of how scared he made you, was gone. Almiss was his name, apparently. You toiled that name over in your mind, pondering it. That name didn’t convey just how scary he was. Two-toned eyes, barely your age and covered in scars. His gaze was so cold, so hateful. You didn’t even want to imagine what could’ve made him so…evil.

Your thoughts are scattered as Mavrik ruffles your hair again, “He gone, JD?” You glance up as Mav looks over his shoulder. His chuckle is amused, and almost relieved, “First time he’s ever listened.”

“Who’s to say he listened?” His assistant retorted, “He probably ran off to piss in your fucking fuel tank again.”

“Language. Daisee will handle it if he does.”

You perk up at the mention of your eldest sister. You free Mavrik from your hug to sign once more.

It takes him a second to read your hands. You furrow your brow in slight frustration, signing again, with a sloppy urgency this time.

“...Leave? You want to leave?”

You nod, shoulder drooping in relief.

Mavrik chuckles once more, “Sure, kid. Let’s go find your dad and Daisee.”

#jodiah monark #jodiah #mavrik #mavrik conrod #ghost.art #drabbles #hehe.

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brokenrecordplayersblog · 7 months

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Hello lovelies, I hope you're all okay, I had an idea for Price and a civilian reader.

Please let me know in the comments who you want next.I write books and headcanons so please comment on who do you want to see next.

Please enjoy the fanfic.

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It was autumn, the leaves were falling everywhere, as they muted from their bright greens to more rustic oranges, reds and brown hues, signalling that winter was comming.

The woods were littered with leaves, they covered the roads for miles in a sea of red and orange.

It was a sight to see during the day. To witness the calming feel of the chilling air as the leaves fell and how the soft rays of sunlight hit against the trees in the English countryside.

However, now it was dark. And John was driving. It's been an hour since he hit the road, as the landscape shifted from the military base, to large buildings that came shy of touching the sky, to forest for miles.

His heart grew impatient, all he wanted was to be reunited with his lover, to feel their gentle touch on his skin, their soft kisses, the way their arms would hold him at night. He missed it all.

His grip on the steering wheel became tighter as his thumb played with the golden wedding band around his left ring finger.

It was gold with the engraving of maple leaves on it, you had to be really close to see all of the fine little details.

He couldn't wait to go home, to see the love of his life waiting for his return.

Soon he drove through small country roads. His headlights lit the way through the darkness as his blue eyes were fixed on the little drops of rain that crashed against his windshield.

He passed by a few deer and wolves as he drove in complete silence. He didn't bother putting on some music, or turning on the radio, as the thoughts of his partner were enough to keep him company, he was too entisiastic to see his partner.

He took a left turn, near a small chapel of Holy Marie.

Instinctively he did the motion of the cross before before pressing his thumb and index finger to his mouth and letting go.

He continued to drive through that small road, which led deeper into the woods. Until he saw the cabin.

The log cabin he had bought a few years back, to get away from everything. He used to come here when he wanted some time off, away from the stress of the military. Away from people, just him and nature.

But now it was more than just that. It was his little sacred heaven. It was his home, it was where the love his life lived.

The cabin, was large, made of large logs and red bricks and hardwood. It was big, about two stories high, it had a patio that was right in front of the lake and a porch on the opposite end of the house. It had railings made out of metal and hardwood all around the small space, were bushes of wild raspberries and rosehip. That was where he normally parked his pick-up truck.

It was a one hour drive to and from the base. Hidden amongst the tall trees of the forest, away from prying eyes, their neighbours were mostly older couples or war veterans that wanted peace and quiet.

John liked the little community, they would often do collective dinners and breakfast, holidays, birthdays and other celebrations.

It was a nice little place, nice and quiet....

He smiled as he parked his truck. Right in front of the porch. And stepped out, he grabbed hold of his duffle bag and happily made his way up the small flight of stairs that lead to the porch and unlocked the door.

His heart was pounding as he was hit with a wave of warmth and sweet smell of baked goods.

He let out a sigh of content as he took off his boots at the door, sighing in relief that his feet were free. He shuffled to the bedroom. His feet aching, his body covered in dirt and sweat. He still had his gear on but he really didn’t care. There was one thing he wanted. He opened the door that led to their bedroom, slowly in order not to startle them.

And there they were. They were asleep, cuddled up in the blankets, amongst the blankets he could make out a set of pajamas that consisted of one of his sweaters and a pair of shorts.

He felt a smile creep up on his face as he took in the sight in front of him.

He slowly made his way to the bed. Crawling to wrap his big arms around them, resting his head on their chest momentarily.

“Love, darling, honey, pup.”

John whispered every pet name he could think of, pressing delicate kisses to their cheeks.

“love of my life, my pretty little thing. Wake up.”

His smile widened when he heard them mumbling and rubbing their eyes. He propped himself up by his elbows, pressing a kiss to their lips.

“M’ home. Beautiful.”

His smile grew wider as he was meet with their pretty eyes, so full of sleep. It took them a moment to see straight but the moment that saw John laying there. They tackled him to the bed and wrapped their arms around him. Securing him in place as held him close. It didn't matter if he smelled of sweat, gun powered. If he was covered in dirt and blood.

He was home, he made it back home... he made it back to them.

The low rubble of Price's chuckle made them smile as they cried of joy. And once again they shared one more kiss before as they just laid in each others arms.

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andreal831 · 2 months

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If you were to rewrite Jackson, would you still implement the love triangle? If so, would you make it more of an unrequited love or would you truly explore Jayley? If not, what type of role would you have him play?

TGW outtake suggestion:

In chapter 30 (I think) it mentioned Elijah never called Hayley for her birthday, and knowing Elijah, he’d probably feel guilty about this. So I’m thinking this could start from the dinner Hayley, Elijah, and astra we’re having together and at the end of the dinner, Elijah pulls astra aside and tells her that he wants to plan this whole day out as a surprise to celebrate her birthday. Then the next day could be them doing all sorts of activities and Elijah giving her some sort of expensive gift or something.

That explanation sucked, basically just Elijah plans a day to celebrate Hayley’s birthday because he feels guilty that he missed it.

If I was the writer from the beginning, I would have gotten rid of any love triangles. I've said it before, I don't like them. They are unnecessarily messy. Especially in a show like TO where the plot is so heavy. It worked better in TVD because the show centered more around the relationships. Most of the enemies were part of the romantic drama. But TO was focused on family and the enemies were typically after power or revenge. There wasn't time for messy relationship drama. I would have preferred for the show to have established relationships that could have been partners/supported each other throughout the show.

I've loved Nathan Parsons since before TO even existed so I was so excited to see him in TO. Fun fact, he was one of my first male crushes. I was then super disappointed to see his character be so underutilized and underdeveloped. I would have introduced him as alpha of the pack without the arranged marriage. I know many cultures have arranged marriages and that is great as long as everyone wants it. Hayley was not comfortable with it and said it multiple times. I hated that the show just kept going down that path and introduced the arranged marriage again in season 2 just under a different name, the "unification." If I was in charge, the women would have much more autonomy in the show.

I would have kept the warring family idea and even had Jackson be warry of Hayley's sudden appearance. This girl who is supposedly the long-lost "princess" of the pack shows up, pregnant by their enemies, and living with the Mikaelsons. Hayley would have had to earn his respect as well as the packs, but once she did, he would teach her the pack's history. I would also make him a better alpha. I don't think I would make him more politically minded because I would have played more into the fact that he has spent his entire adult life as a wolf because of the curse. He would have leaned on Hayley who naturally seemed to know how to make allies with the other factions. Instead of a marriage to fix the rift in the pack, Jackson and Hayley would have created a bond based on mutual respect and love for the pack. They would have introduced the idea of co-alphas without needing it to be romantic or sexual.

I hate when shows can't allow opposite gender individuals to just work together without it being romantic or sexual. I love a good friendship. That is one of my biggest complaints about TVDU. It created such great friendships but instead of developing them, it focused on the romantic drama. The friendships/found families in New Orleans were what was going to save it from war. You have Marcel and Davina, Vincent and Cami, Cami and Marcel, Vincent and Freya, etc. These bonds that transcended the factions was what saved them over and over. But the wolves are left out of that since, after Jackson died Hayley basically forgot about the pack. They could have done it with Eve, but she died to early. It would have been nice to see Jackson forming those bonds with the other factions, starting with Hayley.

I wouldn't do an unrequited love storyline. These always just make me sad. I know it happens in real life but that's why I love fiction, I don't need to add any unnecessary pain that way (I know that's ironic coming from me). If I did explore Jayley, I would have actually shown them developing feelings for each other. Show Hayley being torn between her feelings. And then shown that even if you love someone and try to make it work, for various reasons, it may not. This doesn't mean it was bad or one of the partners was "evil." In real life, relationships don't work out, it doesn't make the relationship any less important or impactful.

I truly do think Jackson deserved better from the writers. This is why *spoilers for my story, The Great War* I had jayley end the way they did. It was on Jackson's terms. I know some people thought it was out of character, and maybe it was for the show, but that's the point. Jackson is supposed to be a strong leader, yet he couldn't stand up for himself in the show. He gave Hayley ultimatums instead of setting boundaries and then just left when it got hard. They needed to have a real conversation. So in my story, when they did have this real conversation, they realized they were never going to get what they wanted out of the relationship. Jackson deserved to be able to set his boundaries and get away from the Mikaelsons. He deserved to have a love that isn't forced or manipulated. It's why I didn't kill him. I hated that so many characters were sacrificed just to push certain ships or push the Mikaelson story forward (RIP Gia).

I have already written an outtake for chapter 30 but I do love this idea. And y'all know I love writing haylijah. I'm not sure when I'll get it done but I will definitely write this!

Thanks for the ask and the suggestion!

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rarepears · 2 years

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Forsaken Ninja's Self Saving System.

I will be honest, I almost went feral. The rush of serotonin this just gave me left me lightheaded. Also, I petition for Hatake Sakumo to win OroYuan's hand in marriage. I know SY is canonically oblivious to his orientation but I feel that he shouldn't be /as/ dense. Like, a smidgen quicker at realizing that he likes the guy.

But to counter the fact that he's not in a stallion novel, he's still massively distracted by all his new kids. This sick 20-something, who has likely never interacted for long with babies, now has, like, 20 of them and he's expected to experiment on them.

And on that note, he's desperately trying to figure out a way to rat out Danzo without marking himself for death. Well, more than a Sanin that everyone on the other side would really like to kill off and can be conveniently blamed if OroYuan ends up dead.

If this is during the war, after he's already experimenting, that means Nawaki already died (ps, Oro was his jounin sensei, so extra whump for the Sanins) so Oro was already looking into ways to bring Nawaki back. Maybe he remembers more about Edo Tensei so he can bring Nawaki back sooner so Tsunade comes back. Unless you want OroYuan to decide not to play God. Or make it a System Task since that was one of Oro's life goals, beyond getting his parents back from the Reincarnation cycle.

Maybe he sends a message to Jiraiya telling him to pack up his Ame kids (Konan, Nagato and Yahiko, the OG Akatsuki) and get his ass back to Konoha. Or maybe he tells Kushina that Jiraiya found an Uzumaki and isn't bringing him back to Konoha. That'll fix That problem.

Anyways, for Sakumo. He's pack minded. All those little puppies he can enjoy. OroYuan may have snakes he can summon to babysit, but snakes vs wolves/dogs? (I can't remember which Sakumo had) Scaly vs fluffy? Sakumo is the favorite. Plus, Sakumo's summons are happier puppy sitting than OroYuan's snakes are to watch the hatchlings. Also, I really ship OroSakumo. OroYuan's main hangup in this (beyond having to accept he's at least bi 🙄) is he's a single father of 20. Sakumo thinks this is fine. He's a dying clan anyway, new blood welcomed. (Same for Oro) Anyways, OroYuan is very pretty and tries his best with his new orphanage (that can be the cover story OroYuan is rolling with).

Also, I really want him to set things up to fuck over Danzo and Sarutobi. I know Oro wanted the Hat but OroYuan is like, Dictator with 20 kids and having to do research to help improve Konoha? Hahaha, no. Minato can keep the Hat. In fact, OroYuan is /invested/ in keeping Minato in power. After all, Minato purged (to an extent) Danzo's ROOT program. OroYuan just has to point out a few hidden bases here and there. Plus making sure Minato knows about whatever Danzo's using to keep his agents quiet. I forget if it's the tongue seal at this point. (An argument was made that Oro also had a seal put on him and that was part of why he went crazy, since it wasn't perfect and Oro was already mentally and emotionally unstable after losing his parents as a toddler, his jounin sensei losing trust in his humanity (that no one nurtured), his best friend runs off during the war and vanishes, his genin all die in the war, Tsunade leaving him after he let (couldn't save) her brother die, being overlooked by his sensei for the Hat when he's been the only one of his team who stayed for Jiraiya's student, and the civilians (and some other ninjas) are scared of his looks so he's always isolated) Anyways, his time at Konoha is not fun. But Sakumo takes care of all of his teammates, which is what was used to kick off the 3rd War. So he would be accepting of Oro/OroYuan.

If OroYuan wants to improve everything (if the System let's him) he could do "recon" and find out that there's a captured Uchiha and Konoha should rescue them ASAP. If Obito is in the Mountains Graveyard, I believe that it's close enough to Konoha to make them worried so twice as likely to actually do something. Hopefully, that can derail Tobi. But that's for future OroYuan to worry about.

Right now, Minato and his generation are probably chunin or thereabouts. So OroYuan can't even count on Minato to take over yet. Maybe he can install Sakumo as the Yondaime. After all, he was in the running before Danzo sabotaged him and he killed himself. So OroYuan still ends up as a dictators husband. Just one that is actually like by his people and probably doesn't blow off his work so much.

Shen Yuan quickly learns and masters Kage Bushin No Jutsu - one caretaker for every wailing baby, naturally. Oh and a clone to help him wash all that long silky black hair so that it remains silky.

(No, you don't want to know how much conditioner and shampoo he goes through every month to wash out all that baby drool.)

And well, this is a ninja village who does notice Orochimaru's increase in shampoo and conditioner purchases... and they spy on his baby supply shopping spree.

The ninja-moms quickly rope Orochimaru into their mother association meetings. Some people even come up to Orochimaru, un solicitated, to give him well intended baby care advise.

As Shen Yuan is already extremely overwhelmed about babies... he's very grateful for all this unsolicited advice because he's starting from like. Step -100.

Ninja-babies are HARD to take care of, okay? He has to deal with baby chakra monsters and bloodlines popping out at inopportune times. Especially when one baby start throwing tantrums and sobbing like the world is ending, a chain reaction begins and now Shen Yuan has a whole orchestra of screaming babies to handle.

And with chakra comes a whole new set of autoimmune disorders (related to chakra) that Shen Yuan gets to explore and learn about. First hand. Yippee /s

He's also busy trying to figure out more about Orochimaru's backstory since he didn't read that much of Naruto. And, like, this is the prequel and stuff. So many strange faces and unknown names floating around that he doesn't recognize as being in canon timeline.

Plus all the experiments he's running. He's got a lot of ideas of trying to recreate a lot of modern medicine techniques and technology into this world.

Anyways, this is to say that Shen Yuan is very appreciative of the support he's getting from the village and it shows... so people are now less nervous about going up to the snake sanin. This does wonders for Orochimaru's reputation in the village.

It also uh... starts a Orochimaru fangroup.

Anyways, with 20 kids on his hands and being an introvert surrounded by just too many fucking people day in and day out, Shen Yuan isn't going to be hunting down Jiraiya anytime soon.

Out of sight, out of mind, and Shen Yuan doesn't like perverts around him. Or influencing his kids.

Baby minds are much too malleable and can learn bad habits early on after all.

He doesn't mind Jiraiya's kid hanging around though. Minato makes a great assistant, fetching groceries and putting in orders for more baby supplies.

And then there's the really nice ninja who keeps bringing his large dogs over to cuddle the babies.

For all that Shen Yuan feels overwhelmed, he feels quite supported by the group of people he has around them. They are even helping him with naming the babies!

Oh Shen Yuan...

(Just wait for him to realize that those large dogs are, in fact, wolves. Oh and both Minato and Sukumo have crushes on him. But that's not happening any time soon.)

[More in the #shen yuan transmigrates into orochimaru's body and the naruto universe instead au]

#sukumo #minato #minato namikaze #svsss au #svsss #svsss ideas #scumbag self saving system #shen yuan #orochimaru #naruto idea #naruto #shen yuan transmigrates into orochimaru's body and the naruto universe instead au

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