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l-r-christian · 3 years

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Can i request a klaus mikaelson imagine where its the scene where klaus compels stefan to turn it off and stuff and when hes in the middle of compelling elena mentions they have the reader and threatens klaus that they will hurt her and the reader is klauses s/o and when klaus gets her back they have a sweet and fluffy reunion

Yes but like I'mma up the danger level because why not :)

Warnings: Fluff, Klaus about to slaughter everyone,

Being the wife of the most dangerous Original was a danger within it's self but Y/N wore the last name Mikaelson proudly. Y/N was a werewolf that was mated and married to Klaus Mikaelson. He met her over 90 years ago finding her, a little old Omega, the last of her pack that was slaughtered by a group of vampires.

'You need an Alpha and lucky for you I need a wolf.' Klaus told her planning to use her in the sacrifice but Klaus found hisself falling in love so he mate bonded to her and married her.

Y/N followed her husband naturally to Mystic Falls when they heard about the doppelganger and Katherine being there.

"Keep an eye on her or I'll kill you." Klaus tells a vampire he compelled as he was readying to leave the house to go find Elena. Klaus walked over to Y/N who sat on the couch he nuzzled her neck scenting her as she kissed his temple.

"Will you and our little pup be alright?" Klaus asked placing a hand on her small baby bump as two months ago they found out she was pregnant. Werewolf loophole, was what the witch called it then Klaus killed her after confirming it as Klaus said the less people who knew the better.

"I will. Please both you and Rebekah be safe."

"We will little wolf."

Well to say Klaus wasn't good at making people suffer was a lie as Elena stood scared to death watching Klaus moving to compel Stefan. Elena knew it would be risky but it was their only plan to save Stefan after all what was the worst that could happen.

"We have her!" Elena shouted as Klaus stopped and looked at the doppelganger as Stefan let out a breath. Klaus eyes darken as a low growl came from his chest.

"What did you do?"

"We took the werewolf you had and if you don't free Stefan....Damon will hurt her." Elena said trying to sound confident as it happened quickly Stefan was okay and Klaus was gone.

"Warn.....Damon.....Elena." Stefan panted put as Elena sent Damon a text. Klaus arrived home with Rebekah in the growling to find the house a mess and his pregnant wife gone.

"Rebekah remove Elijah's and Kol's daggers. We are going to war." Klaus told Rebekah as she looked at her brother seeing a dark look on his face she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Damon are you alright?" Elena asked walking into the Salvatore house seeing Damon hissing as he cleaned a bite wound on his arm. Stefan looked panicked as he moved to his brother's side worried.

"No. Damn bitch bit me. I thought she was just a wolf but her eyes glowed yellow, I think she is a hybrid. " Damon answered as Elena looked at Stefan worry fell on her face. Caroline was going to say something when there was a knock on the door.

"Elijah." Elena said shocked when she answered seeing the noble vampire standing there with a small smile on his lips.

"May I?"

"Yes come in." Elena said as she let in the Original who stood with his hands in his pockets seeing the bite mark on Damon's arm then listened for Y/N's heartbeat and the child she carried.

"I thought Klaus daggered you?"

"He did as he plans to slaughter you all but I convinced him to allow me to talk to all first." Elijah answered Damon walking as they watched him sit down.

"I want to see the woman carrying our youngest. Allow me that and I'll try to convince Niklaus to heal you." Elijah said as they all looked at one another and agreed. Caroline went upstairs to get Y/N as Elijah watched the others.

"Why are you helping Klaus."

"I'm not. I am trying to keep you alive. I do not know what that wolf is to my brother but you all woken a rage in him I haven't seen in centuries."

"Unless you want a bite too. You should let me go blondie." Elijah heard Y/N say as he looked up seeing Y/N then his eyes fell to her bump. When Klaus undaggered both him and Kol saying he was going to war to get back his pregnant wife, Elijah thought it was a lie so did Kol. Both they saw the rage in Klaus's eyes one they hadn't seen in centuries, one to promise to burn Mystic Falls to the ground if he didn't get Y/N back.

"Hello there." Elijah said as he was suddenly in front of Y/N and gently touched her bump hearing the heartbeat of the baby. Y/N relaxed catching Klaus's scent on Elijah as she knew who he was from the stories Klaus told her.

"Elijah?" Elena said softly snapping Elijah from his thoughts as the urge to get his sister-in-law out of Salvatore hands.

"I'll inform Niklaus that she is alright. And for your sake keep it that way." Elijah said walking out to tell Klaus as Y/N stood there wanting to be with her husband again.

It was a cold night as Y/N sat on a rocking chair rubbing her bump worried as Elijah had yet to return and Damon was getting worst. Y/N glared at Elena as she came down to the livingroom with a blanket in her hands giving it to the wolf.

"Hoping being nice to will earn favor?"

"No....you just look cold." Elena said sitting in a chair seeing how Y/N shielded her baby bump from Elena. There was another knock and Elena got the door as the others came down seeing it was Elijah and he brought someone with him.

"Elijah, you brought someone with you."

"My apologies for being late. Niklaus wouldn't allow me to return unless I brought another, meet my brother Kol." Elijah said stepping inside with Kol following. Elijah's eyes fell to Y/N seeing that she was alright as Kol walked over to the wolf.

"Damon is worst do you have the cure?" Stefan asked as Elijah pulled out a vile filled with Klaus's blood.

"We will give it to you if you hand over Y/N." Elijah said eyes flickered over to Kol seeing his little brother lighting up when he felt the baby bump and hearing the strong heart beat. 'A little warrior.' Elijah thought as his gaze turn back to the group. Elena was about to agree when Damon interrupted her.

"No.....get...out ...of town....then we'll talk." Damon panted out as Elijah stood tall then placing the vile in his suit jacket.

"Then no cure and Niklaus will lay waste to all you know." Elijah said as Kol stood up looking at Elijah having heard everything.

"Elijah please. Don't let Damon die!" Elena said as Elijah looked at her with dark eyes.

"I layed down our terms. Y/N will comes home with us and you get the cure if not then he dies." Elijah said as he waved Kol to follow. They were half way out the door when Elena spoke up.

"Okay! Take her just please let us save Damon."

"Elena...no." Damon groaned as Stefan helped him sit down as Elijah smirked knowing he won.

"Do you really want to risk waiting? I know you won't survive till morning, her bite is as if you bit by Niklaus." Elijah said staring waiting seeing Elena biting her lip, Stefan was debating as Caroline was wiping the sweat from Damon's forehead.

"Look we aren't leaving, Damon is on death's door. Nik is going to kill you all to get his wife back now if you thought he was bad before you hadn't seen Nik wage a war."

"Kol is right. Rebekah at this moment is trying to stop him from killing both Alaric and Matthew." Elijah said hit too close to home for them.

"Miss Bennett isn't safe also or Jeremy. Niklaus will kill them so it is best to give us the wolf as if Rebekah can not calm him....." Elijah said watching them closely while Y/N sat straight proud almost as Elijah saw a fire in her eyes that was pride for Klaus.

"Okay.....take her." Stefan said not caring that Damon was upset as Elijah reached into his jacket pocket for the vile and Kol got Y/N. Elijah waited until he heard that Kol got the pregnant wolf in the car then Elijah placed the vile on the table.

"Lovely doing business with you." Elijah said sounding a bit smug walking out as Elena quickly rush to get the vile to Damon. Y/N was shaking with excitement on seeing her mate again. Y/N barely reached the front door when Klaus tore it open pulling her into a breath taking kiss.

"Nik I am okay. I'm home." Y/N said softly as Klaus buried his face in her neck while she ran her fingers though his dirty blonde curls calming him. Everyone moved inside and Y/N found her self on couch with Klaus having his face buried in her neck.

"How we leave them alone." Elijah says softly ushering Rebekah and Kol out of the room. Y/N hummed softly calming Klaus down as for now his rage had died.

"I'm sorry for not protecting you, love."

"It is alright Nik, I knew what I was getting into by being your mate and wife." Y/N said softly kissing his head as he nuzzled closer not wanting to let go and shifted so she was on him instead.

"Let's stay like this for a moment."

"What ever you need my beloved wolf." Y/N said as Klaus cupped her bump sigh he sighed drowning his self in her scent to calm his self. Elijah checked up on them moments later to find them asleep on couch, with a soft smile Elijah covered them with a blanket. Sitting to watch over them joined by Rebekah and Kol shortly after enjoying the peace while listening to the strong heartbeat of Klaus's child.

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spacesnail3000 · 4 years

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Let It Snow Chapter 3/4: And Since We’ve No Place To Go

Pairing: Steve x Reader (No use of Y/N)

Summary: She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Word Count: 3,658

Warnings: Intense noncon (turns into dubcon) smut, breeding kink, knotting, ABO/heat cycles; stomach distention (idk the thing where you see the dick in the stomach; size kink? is it size kink?), dirty talk, kind of manipulation bc of Alpha/Omega instincts, idk it’s all shady, Steve is a shady man

A/N: Hello, I know everyone has been eagerly waiting for this next chapter!! I'm so sorry for the delay; I have been studying for the NCLEX and it's taken a serious chunk of time out of my life, bc I want to pass so that I can finally be a nurse. So that has kind of taken priority over writing for the time being. Because of that, I don't expect to have another chapter out until after I pass, which (hopefully) should be next Friday. I expect to get the next chapter out sometime the week after that. Thank you again to @jessieray98 my beta reader!

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Steve pressed his body flush against her now, and she was able to fully feel the outline of his hard cock against her. It had been hard for so long—painful and aching, waiting to get inside this sweet Omega—that he groaned at the feeling of it pressed against her, relief in the soft pressure of her belly.

“Wait—Captain Rogers—”

Shaking his head, he chuckled and pushed his body harder against hers, unable to resist anymore. “Sweet Omega—precious girl… Let me show you.”

It was easy to nudge her hand away from her stomach and press his hand against her instead, right on her pelvis, where he could feel blood pulsing and churning, readying her body to carry life. The sensation of his body so close to hers, only separated by the thin fabric of her dress, the way it eased the cramping and contracting of her womb—she couldn’t help but moan, sweet relief and warmth washing through her stomach.

“C-captain,” she stammered, body practically convulsing against him. Oh, he loved it when she called him that. “I don’t—I need—I need—" As she whimpered her denial of him, her body giving conflicting messages. Her pelvis pressed forward against his hips, trying to get closer, while her hands pressed against his broad shoulders, trying in vain to push him away.

His other hand still rested on the back of her neck, but it smoothed up the back of her head, fingers winding into her hair and gripping hard, tilting her head to the side to present her scent glands to him. They were beautifully flushed, contrasting against the color of her skin, and puffy, swollen, exuding the most delicious smell. He slowly leaned his head forward, nose brushing from her ear, down her neck, to the join of her neck and shoulder, pressing his nose against that hypersensitive gland.

The sensation made her squirm, drew a frail whimper from her lips, a helpless little sound, his helpless Omega. Steve breathed her scent in, mind reeling at finally being able to scent her straight from the source.

She smelled like fresh, earthy herbs—basil and thyme—and something sweet, floral, like lavender. Then there was something distinctly her, something a little musky, maybe like vanilla, but deeper. He associated it with her arousal, like the sweet cum left on her pillow after she would bring herself to orgasm.

The feeling of his nose on her hardly prepared her for when his lips met her heated skin, tongue darting out to taste her skin, salty with sweat, the fresh scent of soap, a taste of the Mediterranean Sea. His tongue was so hot against her, so wet and soothing against her swollen glands, she couldn’t help but let out a shuddering breath, something between a whimper and a moan.

And then he closed his lips around the puckered skin and sucked, sweet pressure torturing her, too much and not enough sensation all at once. “Oh—” she whimpered, grinding her hips against him, the hard line of his cock pressing painfully into her pubic bone.

Recognizing that his Omega needed some kind of relief, Steve shoved a knee between her legs, pressing his thigh up against the cleft between her thighs. The creamy folds of her skirt bunched up between them and he could feel that her slick had already soaked through her panties.

“Oh, honey,” he cooed, scratching his nails gently along her scalp. At the same time, he took her hip in one hand and pressed her down against his thigh, letting her pussy drag against the rough fabric of his dress pants, just short of enough pressure to be satisfying.

Mind swirling, she was delirious with the sensations now, caught up between the lips on her neck, the pressure on her cunt, the hardness of his cock against her tummy, and the heat of his hands on her body. Momentarily, she relinquished herself to the feelings, letting him maneuver her hips until she was clenching her thighs around his, pressing down on his leg, grinding up against him—begging him for something, anything more.

“A-Alpha,” she cried, her body an object for him to manipulate as he worked towards his end goal. “Alpha, please, please—”

“Tell me what you need, Omega.”

“I need—I need—” she gulped. “I need to come—please.”

“Come on my thigh, sweetheart. Just one to take the edge off.”

“No—no—Alpha, I need more—”

He tightened his grip on her hair and pressed his thigh up harder against her. “Greedy girl,” he growled into her skin, teeth grazing against her scent glands, marking sharp scratches into the swollen tissue, and she sobbed. Tears fell down her cheeks, he could feel them dripping down her neck and wetting the side of his face. “My greedy little Omega… You’re gonna come on my thigh—and then I’m going to take you apart, piece by piece.” He licked her tears up, up her neck, her cheeks.

“Steve,” she whispered.

A few gentle kisses on her cheeks, her temples, her open lips, seemed to mollify her enough that she stopped struggling. “I want to taste you, your sweet little cunt. I’m gonna work you open, get you ready to take my cock. And then I’m going to fuck you, deep like your body needs me, and I’m gonna knot you. Oh, baby doll—I’m gonna keep you on my knot all day, just like you need—”

Steve wasn’t expecting her to come so abruptly, but she did, crying out into the air around them, tears still falling, thighs clenching down on his, body almost convulsing from the pleasure. Her fists knotted into his hair, holding him against her neck until she was finished, panting heavily against his skin, head rolling back, dazed.

Although he had sated her immediate pleasure, he knew it wouldn’t be long until she was begging for him again, writhing in pain. He managed to get her up the stairs and onto the mattress before she stirred again.

“Wait—” she muttered, still too boneless to fight him off.

“I’m not waiting anymore, Omega—this is what you need,” he growled against her neck. His fingers worked at the zipper of her dress, quickly pulling it off her shoulders and down her legs. The navy silk of her underwear didn’t match her lacy maroon bra, but she looked beautiful to him, dressed in red, white, and blue, his colors, like she wore it just for him.

“Steve—” she gasped, trying to cover her chest with her arms. “No, wait—Steve—”

It was unfortunate that she was still lucid enough to try and resist him. Soon enough she would realize again how much she needed his cock.

Slotting himself between her thighs, hips keeping her legs spread wide just for him, he began to scent her thoroughly. Rubbing his beard and scent glands against her chest and face, her neck, her shoulders—everywhere he could reach—intent on marking her as his, exuding enough strong dominant Alpha pheromones to temporarily calm her mind into surrender. With her hands pushing against him, it made his task difficult, so he pinned her wrists down with one strong hand.

He kissed along her breasts, fingers pulling down the straps of her bra so her shoulders were bare, then the cups so her breasts were naked for him. A quick press of his lips against her scent gland, and then he trailed down to her breasts, lapped his soft tongue gently at her nipples until she was moaning and pushing her chest up into him.

Her earlier protests soon died away as her need suddenly grew stronger, hands trembling with want as he held her tight, her body writhing against him. The vibrating in her skin returned as her arousal mounted, the tidal wave of her heat peaking once again. Instinct demanded his knot buried inside her, trapping his cock and his come deep within her cunt. It manifested as a feeling deep within her, an itch, an ache, one that she knew wouldn’t go away without something filling her up.

Although her mind resisted, her body knew what it needed. Her body knew it needed Steve’s thick Alpha knot filling her up; now that part of her overpowered her own will.

The press of his cock against her core through the fabric of their clothes made her whine for him, hips canting against his. He could smell her arousal, feel her plush flesh on his, so fucking sweet and intoxicating, it made his head swim.

“So soft,” he groaned against her flesh, teeth grazing her areolas and making her keen. “So pretty.” He could only imagine how they would swell for him, hold milk for their pups, how lovely they would be throughout her pregnancy.

“Steve, please—”

“Don’t worry, pretty little Omega,” he chuckled against the peak of her breast. “I’ll take care of you, love.”

“Please, please, please.” Her mindless begging made his cock twitch and ache with need. “Please, Alpha, please—”

“You beg so pretty, my darling.” He raised himself up on his knees above her, distancing their hips, much to her displeasure as she let out a soft sob and pouted up at him. One hand held her wrists together against her stomach while his other took her hip in a bruising grip, preventing her from making any movement towards him.

His eyes were trained on the damp spot on her panties, darkening the blue fabric to a glossy black, so much slick soaked through that the fabric shone from her wetness. He wanted to lick the fabric dry until the only thing he could taste was her cunt.

Gentle fingers skimmed across her pussy over the silk, rubbing just enough to make the fabric slip and slide over her labia, over her clit, everything so wet that it eliminated all friction on her sensitive flesh.

Another sob escaped her lips, wrists straining against his hold. Lost in her tortuous heat, she chanted for him. “Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, Alpha—”

“Beg for me, sweetheart,” he interrupted her mantra. “I want to hear you beg for me again.”

“Please,” she acquiesced at once, wincing as her uterus contracted, a mild cramp located in her core. “Please, oh please, please Alpha, I need you—”

His fingers pressing against her pussy cut her words short, firm circles on her clit through her panties, almost enough pressure but just something missing—

“That’s a good start, honey, but I know you can do better than that.”

“Oh, God” she sobbed, tears spilling, “Oh, God—more! Put your fingers in me—fuck me—please, fuck me, knot me, please, please Alpha—” It was agony, the way he tormented her with his barely-there touches, everything just not enough. She gasped and winced as the cramp grew stronger, taking over her mind, the pitch of her voice rising with hysteria at the pain. “Please, please—it hurts!” she cried, tears gathering in her eyes and falling down her temples into her hairline. “It hurts so bad, Alpha, I need more, I need you to fix it, please—”

“Oh, sweetie,” he cooed, blue eyes looking down at her with pity and lust and love, and it was almost cruel the way he loved her. After removing her panties, he pushed a finger inside her pussy, groaning at the way her walls fluttered around him like they were trying to keep him inside. “You’re so tight, baby, I’m gonna have to open you up before you can take my cock.”

She shook her head, “No, Alpha, please—need it now—”

He pulled his hand away and delivered a hard slap to her cunt, the sting amplified by her wetness, making her cry out. “Now, now,” he chastised her as she thrashed around. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Be a good girl and let your Alpha work you open.”

Leaning over her, he returned his finger to her heat, working her clit with his thumb and distracting her with deep kisses, swallowing her whimpers and sobs. Slowly, he worked another finger into her, then another, until he was teasing at her entrance with his pinky. She opened up beautifully for him, so pink and flushed and dripping wet, ready for his cock.

As she was on the verge of coming, he withdrew his fingers, ignoring her sweet little whine as he stood up and pulled off his shirt. He looked down at her, the way she writhed around before him, needy and wanting for his knot. Palming his bulge leisurely, he groaned. “God, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful.”

“Alpha—” she whimpered.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening.” He unbuttoned his pants slowly and took them off along with his underwear. Then he took his cock in his hand, stroking it. “I’m finally gonna fuck you.” She was distracted from his words at the sight of his cock, which she reached for with grabby hands, her mouth watering at the sight. “I’m gonna fuck you all through your heat, come inside you so many times, plug you full with my knot.”

That seemed to almost break her out of her reverie, and a flash of a frown played on her face. “I’m not on birth control,” she said. “Please don’t—we can’t—are there—do you have condoms?”

He groaned, tightening his grip at the base of his cock so he wouldn’t come. “Oh, baby, my love, my darling,” he leaned over her, easily resisting her hands trying to push him away, thick thighs like cinderblocks between her legs, holding her wide open and exposed for his cock, which he positioned at her weeping entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you raw. It’ll feel so good bare—nothing separating us, nothing preventing my seed from taking root in your stomach.”

“Wait!” she gasped as he pushed forward, her eager cunt consuming him.

“I’m not waiting anymore,” he growled, pushing in all the way until his balls rested against her ass. “I’ve waited for months.” Pulling out, he gave a sharp thrust, making her groan. He repeated, “I’m not waiting anymore.”

As he started to fuck her in full, she keened, back arching into him, his threats of impregnating her completely forgotten what with the sudden relief he gave her. “Alpha!” she gasped, hands no longer pushing him away, but instead holding onto his shoulders, his hair, as he furiously fucked into her.

“Good girl, my good, sweet Omega,” he groaned.

His words melted the remaining hesitance inside of her and she arched up into him, wanting to be his good girl, his sweet Omega. “Yes, yes, Alpha, yes—” she chanted, until he fucked her so hard she couldn’t breathe.

Fisting her hair, Steve pulled her head to the side to bare her neck to him. “Take my cock, Omega—you take it so well.” He leaned forward and nuzzled her scent gland, then placed his lips over it and sucked, her sweet scent flooding his nose and mouth like he was drowning in her perfume.

It was all too much for her—his cock, his lips, her heat having been building for so long, his incessant teasing—and she came hard, body spasming in his arms. He continued to fuck her through it, as her muscles went rigid and shaky, and then lax as she relaxed into him. Her eyes were glazed now, her body limp, letting him fuck her like a ragdoll, letting him revel in the way her pussy spasmed around his cock and sucked him in deeper.

And once her orgasm was done, and she realized that he still hadn’t given her his knot, she sobbed. “No, no, Steve, Alpha—need your knot—please—”

“Oh, I know, honey, my poor baby.” He leaned down over her with a condescending grin, peppering her skin with soft little kisses. She whimpered and squirmed. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you my knot, baby.”

He straightened up and sat back on his feet, draping her thighs across his own, easily holding her boneless legs around his hips. His thrusts jarred her each time, and she whimpered with every single one, her spent body being pummeled by his cock. When he hitched her hips up a little higher, allowing his cock to hit that perfect spot each time, that’s when he saw the bulge in her pelvis, the shape of his large cock visible fucking in and out of her.

She cried out. The sensation of his cock inside of her was incredible, overwhelming almost to the point of pain. Her head was bearing her weight at an odd angle now with this new position.

“See this, my love?” he asked, pushing in all the way, hips stilling. Running his fingers lightly across the bulge in her tummy, he encouraged her to look at it. “That’s my cock, right where it belongs. Deep inside you, making you mine.” He slowly started to fuck her again, letting the heat slowly build up again until she was squirming and urgent. “Tell me, are you mine?”

“Alpha, please,” she begged him again, “I need your knot—please, please—”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” he purred, picking up speed, hardly breaking a sweat. Playing with her clit, he ran his other hand over her breasts, her belly, her hips, looking at her so reverently, with so much love in his eyes and his heart for his Omega. In a soft voice, he said, “You’re going to be such a good Omega for me, my pretty girl.”

“Yes,” she sighed as his fingers on her clit sped up until she was thrusting her hips into his as much as she could. He could tell by her face that she was close, the way her eyebrows scrunched together, lips opening around nothing as she cooed for more.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he whispered, almost reaching his own completion, voice growing gruffer and guttural the closer he got. “I’m gonna fill your belly with me, and you’re going to look so beautiful.” He growled, “Gonna look so pretty, belly swollen with my pups,” he ran a hand across her stomach, then brought it up to squeeze her breast. “Our babies will nurse from these, and I’m gonna keep you filled up all the time—God—so fucking pretty—a baby in your belly, a baby on your tit—"

He pushed her over the edge then, the finger on her clit rubbing her to completion, his words fueling the illicit fire in her stomach, her Omega brain craving his words to be actualized. “Yes!” she cried, her body tightening and snapping, cunt milking his cock for his release.

Finally, he let himself go, allowed himself to come deep inside her, the head of his cock pressed right at her malleable cervix, ripe to receive his seed and take it into her womb and create a physical token of their love, of his ownership of her body.

His knot swelled and caught at the entrance of her cunt, locking his cock and his come deep inside of her, the pressure on her walls prolonging her orgasm. He collapsed over her and gave a few deep, aborted thrusts, his knot limiting his movement as he tried to fuck his come deeper inside of her although she was already so full, the imprint of his cock in her belly more visible than ever now.

The endorphins from the knotting flooded his mind, made him crazy, and suddenly, he could only think of one thing: claiming her in every possible way.

Teeth bared, he bit down hard on her bonding gland, feeling the skin stretch and then snap as he sank his canines deep into her shoulder. Her blood and scent flooded his mouth, tasting like the sweetest wine he had ever drank, rich and bold, complimented by her cry of pleasure and her cunt clamping down on his cock for the third time, body quaking underneath him with the force of her orgasm.

He came again, too, sending more come deep inside her. It seared her insides and he could feel that there was so much of it, copious amounts filling her entire channel all the way down to his knot wedged inside her entrance.

The bond snapped into place so suddenly that it jarred him, feeling the tug of her soul against his, her pleasure magnifying and intensifying his own. He hoped she could feel his love for her, his desire and his devotion. It felt so right, almost like they had always been bonded, and suddenly Steve couldn’t think of his life without her, without their hearts twined together, a perfect fit, like they were custom made, manufactured just for each other.

“My love,” he sighed, bringing his lips all along her neck, licking and kissing and scenting her thoroughly, lapping away the blood and tear tracks, all salt and sharp metallic until he licked it all away and he could only taste her skin and her scent. He buried his face in her hair then, rubbing against her, before pulling back to look at her face. Her eyes were closed, mouth parted in bliss. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, bringing his hand up to cup her face. “Darling, look at me.”

Steve wanted to see his mate’s eyes, look into her soul as he knotted her, wanted to watch her as their souls bound together the same way their bodies did.

Her eyes opened, bleary and unseeing. His cock twitched at how dazed she looked, knowing that it was all due to him, his cock. Then she seemed to focus on him, and she frowned.

“S-Steve…” A twinge of confusion pulled at their bond. “What… what did you do?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed gently. He kissed her, which easily distracted her in her befuddled state of mind. Then he thrusted his hips against her again, as deep as he could go, rubbing at her clit until she shook, coming for a fourth time, body hypersensitive, needing his baby.

It was this orgasm that brought her down, and she passed out, thoroughly sated to the point of exhaustion, his cock still lodged deep inside of her.

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yaneyanedaze · 5 years

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My Android Lover.

Now before I say anything I’d like to thank @yanderebloodlust and @abbacchiosbelt for the courage that I have now to start my own writing blog!

This is reall important to me and I’m super happy that I finally have the courage to start it!

Well, let’s roll on with it!

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“Come on ( y/n)! You can’t just live alone with your dog for the rest of your life! I know you can rebound from this!”

I sighed, My friend was right, but apparently my pup, Iggy, didn’t take a liking to it. Ives was my best friend, and has been for several years. But now she was starting to worry about me. I tried to explain to her that I could handle myself, and that I didn’t need her to be a mom figure but she ignored it all and did so anyways.

My name is (y/n) (l/n), and I had recently gone through a terrible breakup, one that left me broken and triggered my Depression. Ives has been trying to help me through it all, and apparently she had a plan today. She had decided that I need a companion, but she said and I quote. “Humans are trash we need something better!” Then she went rambling on about something called an Android, A humanoid companion made and programmed just for you. She told me how she had order a Pillardroid and that he was a sweetheart, cried unexpected but was still great. She gave him the nick name Eisidisi.

“Alright, Look! You’re gonna love this!” She exclaimed plopping down beside me and opened up her laptop showing me a website, a questionable website.

“We’re gonna get you an Android, Just like me!!”

I stared at her dumbfounded, Multiple Androids we’re on the screen, Several, or matter of fact, all we’re out of my price range.

“I’m gonna get you this one to start you off!” “To start off!?”

“Yep you’re gonna be getting more than one! But let’s just settle for this one right now!” After a few clicks and typing in my information, The Android finally appeared on my screen, and an automated voice rang out.

“DOPPIO VINEGAR- THE SWEET HEART ANDROID”

“Do you want to order him?” Before I could even get an Answer out, Ives clicked yes, which sent us to a thank you screen.

-THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AT JOJOS BIZARRE ANDROIDS WE HOPE YOU ENJOY! YOUR ANDROID WILL BE DELIVERED TOMORROW MORNING MS. (Y/n)

I sighed as Ives hugged me tightly, squealing with joy. “I’m so happy for you (n/n)!! You’re not gonna be alone anymore! Well besides me and the pup.” I rolled my eyes but smiled anyways, forever grateful for what she did.

“Now out my house, it’s late!”

“Okay~! See ya tomorrow then!~”

———————The Next Morning———————

A loud knock at the front door awoke me from my sleep, I groaned and sat up in bed before slinging myself over the edge and getting up to see what it was. I guess I might’ve taken too long, and it must’ve have been the mail man, because he just gave up and asked Maintenance to open up my door, and place the package inside my apartment. I walked around the box for a bit before seeing a letter on one side.

-Thank you for ordering from us Ms. (y/n)!

Here is a list of instructions to activate and care for your new Android!Doppio comes with these things:

3 changeable outfits, (day, fancy, and lounge clothes. You can buy more for him)

Hair brushes and other cosmetics

A cell phone

A list of things he likes and dislikes (please pay attention to these!)

A promise ring (we do not know what this is for)

A list of recipes he loves to make.

Activating your Doppio should be the easiest thing in the world, there are three ways to awaken he sweet boy. 1. Just simply call his name, he’ll answer, be sweet and kind about it. 2. Say “Doppio the boss is calling you!” He’ll quickly leap out the box and reach for the nearest item that he can use as a phone 3. And finally, offer him a hug, for some reasons, our company made our Doppiodroids very touch starved for an unknown reason. So just ask “Doppio, would you like a hug?” He’ll come out slowly and shyly and give you a great big hug. (The best way to awaken him so he can be in a cheery mood)

-WARNING DO NOT MAKE YOUR DOPPIODROID JEALOUS.-

We are not responsible for any damages that may be caused by him if he gets that way, if he gets super jealous then you should quickly return him for repairs because-

The page cut off at the end, I decided to shrug it off and go ahead and awaken him.

I stood a good distance from the crate, as to not get hit was my goal, before calmly saying. “Doppio, Dear, would you like a hug?” I said loudly. A few seconds went by then a whole minute, I sighed to myself and shook my head thinking. ‘this is so stupid..why did I even let Ives order me this thing..’ I mumbled turning around to head to my kitchen. Before I could even get to the kitchen, I was tackled but what I would assume was ‘Doppio’.

“Yay! I’m so glad you awakened me! I was waiting for you open the crate, it was so stuffy in there.”

I managed to turn myself around and get a better look at the male, he had pale skin with freckles layering his body, bright bubble gum pink hair and dazzling yellow eyes, he wore a simple pair of blue pants and a pink sweater with his chest showing. I blushed before slowly sitting up and getting him to sit down in-front of me. I was intrigued, he looked like a normal man, minus the few metallic areas, (many metallic areas).

“What’s your name Master?” He asked. He spoke like a normal human being too, I got shy and turned away slightly “My names, (Y/n) (l/n), also you don’t have to call me master, just call me (n/n)!” I said. He stared at me blankly for a second before a large smile appeared on his face.

“Okay (n/n)!! It sounds really cute!”

God he’s too cute for his own good, I eventually got off the floor and looked at the papers that came with him, just legal documents saying that he was under my wing and my responsibility. I quickly signed most of those except for one.

It caught my eye.

Doppiodroids tend to have fits, in which they become a totally different person, we are not responsible for any injuries or deaths surrounding it.

I froze for a second before setting that one aside for now, standing up and going to where I had left Doppio, in the den, in-front of the tv. He turned to me and gave me an innocent looking smile, I returned the smile, even though I had a creepy feeling about it. I brushed it off, but there was still a eerie feeling brewing in the back of my head. I tried to shake it off but this feeling wouldn’t go away.

(Random POV change I’m sorry! -w-)

Little did (y/n) know, when her beloved new Android turned around, it was to make sure she wasn’t paying attention. He was on the phone, telling his “boss” about their new master.

“Ah! You’re going to love her Boss! I’ll make sure she knows about you soon..that way she can always be ours..ours forever..” ———————————————————————

Thank you for reading! And here’s a little question for you guys~!

What Jojo character would you’d like an Android of?~

Mine is either Jotaro, Esidisi, or Johnny.

#yandere jjba #Jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #yandere jojo #jojo part five #vento aureo #Vinegar Doppio #doppio vinegar #doppio x reader #Android AU!

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hardyimagines · 5 years

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A Friend

Drabble!

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It was a particularly cold night in April. The sun was long gone and the grass was coated in a thin layer of moisture from the sprinkles of rain that had fallen earlier in the day. People strolled through the fog unbothered. Men wore tophats and women cradled umbrellas as they walked arm in arm along the pavement. All day long, that was the view. Couples going for strolls, sharing sweet kisses, cradling one another delicately. You were forced to lounge on the wooden swing that sat three people.

The coat your wore was black and large. The material fell down to the backs of your calves. It was heavy, so it kept you warm. Beside you, your boyfriend, Evan, sat. His green eyes trailed along the romantically involved humans and anytime he watched one of them kiss, it reminded him to show you some affection — especially in his drunken state. Today, the pair of you had gone over to one of his long-term friend’s houses. Alfie Solomons. There was a leak back at your own home, a toxic one that was sure to make one or both of you deathly ill. Alfie had been very kind in offering you both the guest bedroom. Shivering visibly beneath the wind that whipped around the three of you, you casted a sideway glance toward the men to see if either of them looked as cold as you did. They didn’t.

Alfie was sat at the far end of the bench. His legs were spread wide, boots shuffling quietly, but audibly against the floorboards. His dog, Cyril, was sat between his legs on the floor, tongue flapping out of his mouth as he panted happily. Alfie moved his hand along the pup’s head, lazily caressing his warm fur with the hand that didn’t cradle his cigar. He looked toward you when he felt your gaze lingering, but he didn’t say anything because he didn’t want Evan getting all riled up over eye contact. Your eyes dropped to your feet, gaze glued to the socks that embraced your cold toes.

“Alright, boys. I think I’m going to go lay down, mh? It’s freezing.” Your fingertips curled around the chain on the seat to lug yourself up, but as soon as you did, Evan gripped your arm and drew you back down. Alfie straightened at the agression in the touch. His foot nudged the bottle of alcohol beneath the seat, guiding it away from the man. If he was going to behave in such a hostile manner so early on, he wasn’t getting anymore liquor.

“Where’s my kiss?” He slurred out. His breath made you feel like you’d just walked into Alfie’s workplace. Despite his strong stench and alcohol-laced breath, you gave him a quick, soft kiss to silence him and ease his grip. You just wanted to climb into bed and get away from the drunken man. He was always rough with you when his head started getting foggy. The chair began to swing beneath the constant movements, so Alfie dug his heels into the floor more securely to stop the movements. His hand moved to Evan’s arm.

“Ease up, mate. Let her go to bed.” Alfie’s eyes flickered up to your own. “Lay on the sofa, yeah, it’s fucking cold upstairs, right, so you don’t wanna be up there, pet, all on your own.” Behind his blue eyes, you saw a protective tint glazed over his orbs. Studying him momentarily, you offered a short nod of thanks before prying yourself out of your boyfriend’s secure grip. Gripping the thin blanket that now laid on the floor due to your standing, you hoisted the cloth up and wrapped it around your shoulders. Stepping around your boyfriends knees, your palm lowered in order to graze Cyril’s head. The tips of your fingers skimmed Alfie’s, already planted on the pup. The touch was hardly visible, but Alfie had felt the warmth from your hand seeping into his own. He watched you go, blue eyes twinkling beneath the moon’s glow. When you vanished inside, swallowed by the warmth that Alfie’s home offered, your worn body wasted no time at all before collapsing on to the cushions. Alfie looked toward Evan, studying the way that the bloke gazed out at the city and its people.

Evan tipped his head back and let a heavy sigh leave his lips. His palms pressed to his knees, sinking into them momentarily before he stood on shaky legs. “Need to piss.” He uttered gruffly to the man at his side. “Won’t be long, but I know the lass’ll be ready for sleep soon, so I can’t stay out much later.” Alfie couldn’t tell if the man was honestly concerned about how tired you were or if he was just trying to get you alone. Either way, he tongued his cheek and offered a response.

“She can sleep on the sofa, mate. Not a fucking problem, right, you can have the bed for the night. She, yeah, is probably passed out and there’s no sense in waking her.” His eyes didn’t meet his friend’s, they merely remained on the fog that floated by. He stood alongside the man, fingers hooking around the neck of the bottle as he clicked his tongue and ushered for the pup to go inside. He piled in afterward and Evan was right behind him.

“She can’t sleep alone.” He uttered hoarsely, a harsh whisper drowning in disappointment. “She gets horrid nightmares. Most annoying thing, really, but..” Evan shrugged his shoulders before lowering his voice when the pair of them passed by the sofa. He didn’t want you to overhear them. Majority of the time he did get annoyed, but he wouldn’t leave you. One, you were younger, so that was nice. Two, you were good in bed, very willing to do whatever he asked. Three, at this point.. he didn’t know if he truly cared for you and needed you or if he just didn’t want anybody else to have you. He figured it was the latter as he made his way toward the kitchen. He pondered ending things, but he didn’t want to see you happy with someone else, and why leave such an easy girl. He’d wait until he met someone new.

Alfie pointed toward the door in the corner. It was propped open, dark inside because it wasn’t in use. Evan smirked before shooting a wink of thanks at Alfie’s reminder before he moved into the bathroom. Alfie licked his lips before dumping the beer in his hand into the sink. He rubbed his hands off on his shirt before slipping out of the kitchen and moving into the main room. “Y/N?” He spoke quietly, so softly because he didn’t want to wake you. Your hum of response was just a soft, a shy response. You lifted your head from the cushion and peered at the man in the doorway. Sleepily rubbing your eyes, you waited patiently for him to speak again. “You’re alright, yeah? Don’t need anything?” He squinted. “I mean.. you know, right. Hes fucking drunk, pet, and I’ve seen how he gets..” There was a brief pause. A gap of silence so he could give you the chance to speak up but you remained quiet. “What I’m saying, yeah, is you can have my fucking room if you need it for tonight.. I can take the sofa.” You shifted slowly, brows drawing together evidently. Sitting up further so you could see Alfie completely, your arms crossed over your chest.

“You’re not serious?” You let out a soft giggle. “Alfie, Evan would never let me sleep on my own. I’ve tried. I need space from him sometimes, but he’s so persistent. I’m hoping he’ll think I’m asleep and just leave me in here, but.. it’s doubtful.” You mumbled, lazily playing with the loose, fuzzy pieces that were attached to the blanket laid over your lap.

Alfie was quiet for a long while, face scrunched up in an intent listening face and then it morphed into one of consideration. He twisted around at the sound of the toilet flushing. “Lay down.” He uttered gruffly, quickly, almost too softly. You obeyed as he vanished from the room and re-took his place by the counter in the kitchen. The bearded man moved to the fridge and tugged the heavy thing open. Busying himself with rummaging through the contents pointlessly, he gripped bottle after bottle and container after container to give off the impression that he was looking for something to eat or drink — he was really just trying to hide the fact that he was trying to stick around and make sure Evan left you alone for a while.

The door opened and Evan made his way back into the room. His hand was jammed down the front of his trousers as he stuffed his shirt back into the waistband, tucking it in once more. Alfie licked his lips slowly before lifting his fingers to his facial hair so he could tug at the strands lazily.

“Right, mate, you’re off to bed then, yeah?” He looked briefly toward the porch. “Not much else to look at tonight, street lights don’t do their fucking job around these parts.” He chortled before laying his hand on the bloke’s shoulder. Evan had always been such a good pal of Alfie’s, but he didn’t know how to treat a woman. It made Alfie sick to see the different person that the alcoholic became under the influence, but there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. He was addicted to the foggy feeling and addicted to the confidence and power it brought along with it.

“Yeah, just gonna grab the girl and head up to bed.” He shuffled his feet, narrowing his eyes toward the sole of his shoe when it gripped the floor beneath him. He cringed, angling his foot so he could see the underside and inspect what sticky substance had attached itself to his boot.

“Mate, I just checked on her. Like I said, she’s out like a light. Doesn’t take too much time at all, yeah, when you go from sitting outside in that cold fucking air to lying under a warm blanket.” Alfie let out a breath of amusement. “I’ve fallen asleep too many fucking times to count on that sofa, yeah, it’s comfortable, she’s alright.” He ushered toward the steps. “I’ll be up a while longer, if she has a nightmare, I’ll send her your way. Promise.” The crossed fingers at Alfie’s hip went by unnoticed by his mate.

Evan wasn’t in the mood for disagreeing. Truth be told, he felt rather drained as well so he didn’t bother trying to fight Alfie about where you slept. It was one night. Evan undid the fastenings on his shirt before waving over his shoulder in order to bid his mate goodnight. The wave was half-hearted, drunk, lazy. He vanished from the room and passed directly by the couch without so much as a glance in your direction.

The hollow sound of his footsteps filled the house as he climbed the stairs. His movements were sluggish, loud, and accompanied by his unnecessary grunts of exhaustion. Alfie waited until he heard the sound of the upstairs door to slam shut before he made his way back out on to the porch so he could clean up the empty glass bottles and straighten up the kitchen.

You rolled around momentarily on the sofa, watching as Alfie crossed through the living room at least three times. He seemed to think you’d actually gone to sleep because everytime he opened the screen door, he’d grimace if it creaked. You slowly lifted yourself up, blanket locked around your shoulders as you made your way into the kitchen.

“Alfie?” Your soft voice held its quiet volume so you didn’t startle the man. He tensed in the slightest, but apart from that, there was no evidence of frightening him. Alfie looked over his shoulder toward you before lifting a slow brow. He studied you, blue eyes roaming your features at you came to a stop by the table. “Whatre you doing?”

“Being loud, evidently.” He folded his broad arms over his chest, muscles rippling beneath the white shirt he wore. “Did I wake you?”

Your lips rugged upwards in the slightest. “No.. I was pretending to be asleep, remember?” You fixed the blanket that was locked around you, dragging it around your shoulders more securely before you lowered yourself down into a seated position at the square-shaped table. The wood was smooth beneath your fingertips. “What are you still doing up?” Alfie smiled at your want to continue a conversation. You really could’ve gone to sleep.

“Not much of a good night’s sleep kind of bloke, pet, I toss and turn all night and don’t fall asleep till it’s time for me to get up and head to work. Fucking exhausting, it is.” He grumbled. His footsteps shook the table as he approached, large hand curling around one of the chairs so he could drag it out and lower himself down on the thing.

“Well, I’ll keep you company until I fall asleep.” You offered softly. “Feel like I can’t talk to you much when Evan’s awake. He gets jealous when I even look at you.” Your eyes dropped to your fingers, staring at them as you lazily rubbed your digits together, distracting yourself from ogling the man across from you.

“That’s every bloke though, innit. He’s just a sore fucking sport, right.” He murmured. His elbow planted down firmly on the table, palm pressing against his cheek firmly as he inspected you.

“No, I think you’re threatening to him. He only ever acts defensive and possessive around you.. drunk Evan, that’s the ‘constantly tugging and shoving’ man that’s jealous of anything that moves.” You laid your arms out on the table, folding them as you laid your head down. “It’s so tiring. I don’t know how much more of this relationship I can take. He didn’t use to be like this.” Alfie let out a low grumble, a sound of distaste. He didn’t know how to advise you — and he didn’t know what the right thing to suggest to do would be. He adjusted the chain that embraced his neck before lowering his hands to his spectacles so he could fiddle with the glasses.

“Pet,” He let out a hoarse grunt before licking his lips and laying his hands out flat on the table. “You, right, are a very beautiful girl, yeah, you are.” He shifted in his seat. “You don’t have to waste time with a bloke that isn’t treating you right, now do you?” His blue eyes scanned your features when your lifted your head to study him. “No, you don’t. Right, if you’re unhappy, then he’s just shit out of luck. He’s done something wrong then, hasn’t he, right, if you’re feeling a bit unsatisfied.”

The man slumped back in the chair before setting his hands on his stomach and stretching so his lungs expanded. Neither of you knew what to say then, so instead you looked at the table, counting the stains that seemed permanently engraved in the surface.

“It’s hard..” You finally spoke after what seemed like ages and ages of silence. “how can someone mean so much to you and then all of a sudden.. they’re just someone you don’t know anymore.” You looked to the ceiling. “I’d leave him if I didn’t think he’d throw a fit. He’d come after me, Alfie, you and I both know that.”

The man rose from his seat then. He stepped around the table and made his way over to the cabinet so he could pull out a bottle of rum. It was the last thing he had at the house and he figured it was better than nothing.

“Right, I won’t lie to you, now, Y/n, I’m not good at all this relationship stuff, am I. I’m never in one, so I clearly have no idea what I’m talking about, pet, but all I can say is that if you’re not fucking happy, you shouldn’t fucking be with someone.” He set the bottle down in the center of the table. “I noticed you don’t ever drink around him, pet, but if you want something to calm you, you can have some of this.” You studied the tall, brown bottle, ears twitching at the sound of the liquid sloshing around inside. “And, pet,” Your eyes lifted back to his. “I’d never fucking let him hurt you.” His words were soft, almost inaudible. You could’ve very well conjured up any sort of sentence when he spoke. You didn’t think you’d heard him right so instead of responding, you sent him a slow smile.

He twisted the lid off the bottle before lowering himself back down and into the chair. “Do you want me to pour you a glass?” He offered quietly.

You drew your bottom lip in before letting out a quiet sigh. “I don’t know.” You told him shakily. “Alcohol and I, we don’t get along.” You pulled your lips in for a second before releasing them with a soft pop. “I think I’m going to go lay down..” You whispered before standing slowly. He ogled you, lid making its way back on to the top of the bottle that resided on the table still. You stepped around the table, small hand finding his large shoulder. “But I do have a question.”

He let out a soft hum, an alert sound which urged you to continue.

“If I were to ever leave Evan,” Alfie held his breath. “would you still invite me around to see you?” Your question wasn’t necessary for he was positive that you knew the answer. His eyes held a charming tint to them as he bobbed his head.

“I consider you just as much a mate of mine, if not more so, as he is.” Alfie’s eyes moved between your colored orbs. The stars outside were nothing in comparison to yours. You leaned in, small hand brushing from his shoulder up to the base of his neck. He held his breath, cheek already tingling before you pressed your lips against his warm skin. His lips curved upwards fully, remaining like that before he shut his eyes and turned his head to face your own. The space between the pair of you was nonexistent and he swore your mouth had touched his own. You didn’t pull back, you stayed like that, brows creased and lips hovering. You wanted to kiss him, there was no question there, but what it would do to your relationship if you did was what made you hesitate.

Alfie tilted his head, effectively eliminating some more of the space. Your lips were practically touching, a hair of a kiss.

“You deserve the world, Mr. Solomons.” You whispered breathily. “Don’t stop until you find someone willing to give it to you.” Alfie’s eyes drooped in the slightest. He should’ve been the one saying that to you. He wanted to whisper out that he very well thought that you could fill that position, but flirting with a girl who’d just confided in him — and told him she was pondering dumping his mate, well it didn’t seem right.

But was kissing her okay?

He couldn’t stop you even if he’d wanted to. The pair of you were just teasing one another. The second you’d kissed his cheek, you’d both known a kiss on the lips was inevitable. All alone in a dark kitchen with nothing but a bottle of liquor and the moonlight. The topic of the night was an alcoholic boyfriend and who better to soothe you than the big gangster who said boyfriend was worried about you falling for. Your lips grazed his hesitantly, a touch that neither you, nor he, could’ve imagined feeling so good. Neither of you placed your hands on the other. You were leant against the table and he had his hands a few inches from your own. The kiss was delicate, lazy, a graze that turned into a very agonizingly slow liplock. You’d felt his tongue, curious to know what yours tasted like, but before he could venture too far, you broke the physical contact and distanced from him.

“Goodnight, Mr. Solomons.” Your voice floated throughout the room. Your tone teased him, it told him that you had every intention of furthering the actions that had just taken place. When, he didn’t know. He watched the swish of the blanket you held on your shoulders as you vanished from the room, leaving him to bask alone in the silence. He shut his eyes and let out a breathy sigh. The twinge in his heart told him that he yearned for more of your sweet-tasting lips, stained and imprinted in the front of his mind now — but he told himself that wasnt smart. You were taken, for how long he didn’t know, but you weren’t single. And you most certainly weren’t his. Not yet, anyway. He swallowed down the urge to follow after you and instead whispered a lonely goodnight to the empty kitchen he was left in.

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foxboymyles · 5 years

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Pardon My Imprudence [Chp 4]

Note: Last Chapter for today :)

Zoro and Luffy started to walk out the door. The weather was pretty cold, with a slight breeze outside. The sun was just about to set. Luffy held Zoro’s hand with a smile on his face.

“Say, I saw a cool plush! It was a lion, but he had this mane that looked like the sun or somethin’” Luffy said.

“Oh? Nice. When was this?” Zoro asked.

Luffy stopped, all of a sudden. Zoro asked what was wrong, and he pointed at a weak dog on the sidewalk. It looked like it was a Jack Russell terrier, but he was really dirty and scrawny, as you could see his bones from the skin. Luffy walked towards it. He pet it gently as it slowly wagged its tail.

“He must be homeless. ‘Looks like he’s starving, too!” Luffy said, worried.

“Ice cream’s not that expensive. We should spend some on getting him some food.” Zoro added.

Luffy brightly grinned and jumped on Zoro. He repeatedly said thank you while kissing his cheek multiple times. Zoro blushed and with gentle hands, took Luffy off of him. Luffy picked up the scared dog and went to a dog store. They bought 8 dollars of dog food and a dog leash. Luffy gave the dog a handful of kebble, and like he expected, the dog ate it all in a whole gulp. Luffy put the dog on a leash, as the dog wagged his tail up and panted excitedly. He smiled and realized that he saved a life. Once Zoro and Luffy got their ice cream, they went home and Zoro took a rest on the couch. It was 9:00 PM now. Luffy filled a bowl up with pebble food as the dog rushed to it and chomped it. It was the right time to pour water into a bowl as well. Luffy gazed at the dog and grinned. Ace came downstairs with Sabo, and his eyes open wider than space.

“YOU BOUGHT A DOG WITH 20 DOLLARS?!?” He exclaimed.

Luffy shook his head.”I bought his stuff with 10 dollars. The doggie was free.”

Zoro blushed and chuckled when Luffy said ‘doggie’. Ace blushed and gave a big sigh.

“You’re gonna have to ask Shanks about this.”

“Oh, I already know,” Shanks said, appearing from out of the kitchen.

“I think it’s great. We’ve never had a family dog. All we need to do is find out if he’s had any of his shots.”

Luffy grinned and agreed with Shanks, petting the pup as it licked his face.

“I could pay for some of it if you’d want me to.” Said Zoro

Shanks was hesitant. “No no no, it’s quite alright. I can pay for it myself.”

“No, I insist. It’s the least I could do.” Zoro said.

“You don’t need to prove yourself. You already did. Ace can agree.” Shanks said, smiling.

Zoro stared for a while, then started petting the dog with Luffy.

“What should his name be?” Asked Sabo.

“ChouChou!” Luffy responded.

Shanks laughed and got his phone from the counter.

“Well, you kids can go to bed now,” Shanks said.

Zoro was about to get his stuff when Shanks interrupted him.

“You don’t have to leave, you know. Stay for the night.” Shanks said, dialing the number for Mihawk. “I’ll just call your father and tell him you’re sleeping over here.”

Zoro nodded and grabbed his stuff. He went upstairs to Luffy’s room and laid them down by the bed. Looking around, he observed the blue covered sheets and the starry night light that shined upon the dimly lighted room. There were shelves of boxing trophies and bottled miniature ships. There were a few clothes on the floor, his hamper barely hanging onto the pants he tossed in it. Looking in his drawers he found piles and piles of pirate and Tony Tony Chopper comics. Then there was the sock drawer. Zoro blushed and slowly opened what he assumed would be his underwear drawer. It was then that he slammed the drawer closed.

“Zoro! Whatcha doin’?” Luffy asked, innocently.

“Ah, nothing important. I was just looking at your room.” Said Zoro.

“Oh! It looks cool, doesn’t it?” Luffy said. “I have something I saved for you, too!”

Luffy got a fluffy teddy bear from under his bed and handed it to Zoro. They both sat on his bed.

“I got this when Shanks adopted me. I think you should have it, though.” Luffy said, blushing.

Zoro grabbed it gently and looked up at him.

“Are you sure you want to give me this?” Zoro asked.

Luffy nodded and told him to close his eyes. He leaned into Zoro and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Gradually, the slow soft kisses got faster. Zoro held his waist as Luffy rested his weight on him.

Ace opened the door, and Luffy pulled up the covers to the bed.

“Hey, I just needed that fly swatter you ha-” Ace said, only to look at Luffy struggling to not keep it obvious.

But it was definitely obvious. Ace quickly got the fly swatter, with a short thanks and a hot freckled face, and the door was shut. Zoro gave Luffy a long kiss back. Luffy rested his head on Zoro’s chest. He felt the warm vibrations as Zoro’s chest rose and fell.

“That was almost better than food,” Luffy said, cutely.

Zoro kissed him on the cheek. “Am I better than food?” Zoro asked.

Luffy looked up at him. “Yeah.” The teen gave Zoro a peck on the nose. Zoro chuckled and ran his hand through Luffy’s hair.

“ ‘Love you, Zoro.”

“I love you too,” Zoro replied.

It was getting late, and Luffy’s eyes felt droopy. Zoro was already fast asleep. The sky was lit in a dark blue, with the most beautiful stars. The silhouette of a tree stood out in the middle. The candle in the room dimly lit the space and shaded Zoro’s face in warm colors. Luffy’s eyes twinkled at the scene, from the stars that lit in the sky brightly. All at once, he seemed content. His eyes closed.

…

The next morning was bright. Too bright, Zoro thought. He grumbled angrily at the alarm clock and slapped the off button. Zoro shook Luffy, but he had no success of waking him up. Then, getting his surprisingly still cold-water bottle and poured in all over him. Luffy gasped awake and wriggled around. As soon as he realized what was going on, he hit Zoro in the arm.

“Stupid! I could have wakened up myself, ya know!” Luffy shouted.

“Yeah, sure,” Zoro said, getting his pants and baggy shirt on.

Luffy whipped something out of his closet and put it on. He had on blue shorts and a red tank top, put on his sandals, and waited for Zoro to put on his shoes. He laid on his stomach on the bed, both hands squishing his cheeks and his legs kicking slowly. For a moment he was looking at Zoro’s face. His tan skin and sharp eyes, up to his mint green hair. Zoro turned to look at Luffy once he realized Luffy was staring at him.

“Great, now you got me staring. Did you know you have huge eyes?” Zoro said.

“Is that somethin’ to make me mad?” Luffy replied, annoyed.

“No. I just look at you and I can see galaxies in them. Your eyes are- kinda pretty.” Zoro admitted.

“I’m not pretty! I’m a man!” Luffy shouted defensively while blushing.

Zoro walked passed him and opened the door. “I’m just saying your eyes look pretty. But sure, I guess you are pretty.”

“You’re just trying to taunt me, I know it! Let’s fight! Right now!” Luffy angrily shouted, following him down the stairs.

“Wow Luffy, even when you’re mad you’re beautiful,” Zoro said, jokingly.

“Beautiful?!? Bu- stop calling me that! It sounds girly!” Luffy yelled, even redder.

Sabo was up making pancakes. What was surprising is that Ace, Luffy’s usually sleepy and lazy brother, was up with an average look on his face. Sabo quickly got his suitcase and took off his apron. He wore a dress shirt and pants, with shiny black shoes. He was gathering his things out the door whilst Luffy was getting down the stairs.

“I have to go visit Koala now. She’s expecting me to get the storyboard in by today.” Sabo mumbled to Ace.

“Isn’t this your guys’-what- 4th anniversary?” Ace asked, helping Sabo.

Sabo turned to the tiny gift on the counter and grabbed it. He said a short thanks and hugged Luffy from the stairs. After that, the door shut faster than 3 seconds later. Luffy sat down on the couch.

“Sabo has a girlfriend?” Zoro asked.

“Yep. They’ve been together since they were 13.” Ace answered.

“Why don’t you guys go to our school?”

“We go to a private school. Guess it’s just because Shanks wants us to stay serious with want we want to accomplish.” Ace said.

Zoro frowned thinking of Mihawk’s plans for his education. Even if Zoro got good grades, he doesn’t know that he’ll take him to a private school or not.

“You ok, Zoro?” Luffy asked, his hand touching Zoro’s.

Zoro nodded, grabbing and kissing Luffy’s hand. Ace turned after hearing footsteps. Shanks was making his way down the stairs, with his watch in his hand.

“Ace, you gotta come with me,” Shanks said, hurryingly.

Ace raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“It’s Makino. She’s not feeling great.” Shanks responded.

“Makino? Why can’t I go?” Luffy asked.

“You have to take care of ChouChou,” Shanks said, as Ace raced after Shanks through the door.

There was a slam. Luffy huffed and laid his head in Zoro’s lap.

“Who’s Makino?” Zoro asked.

“She’s kinda like our mother. She’s really close to Shanks and she’s taught us a bunch of stuff.”

Luffy laughed. “The funny thing is that Shanks and she haven't started dating yet.”

“Well, maybe they're not sure if they're ready for it. It's better to be friends with someone a while before going into that.” Zoro said.

“That's true…” Luffy said. He extended his arm out to pet ChouChou. ChouChou barked, then licked all around Luffy’s hand.

“Hey, that tickles a little bit!” He said, laughing. Zoro smiled at his joyful face and laid his head on the armchair. Until there was a knock. Then murmuring. Luffy got the door and stood up, while the dog barked loudly.

“Hiii, Luffy!” Nami said, cheerfully with Usopp and Chopper behind her.

“Oh hi, Nami. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in with you goof-offs. Also..” Nami sat down and looked at the two, while Usopp and Chopper turned on the tv to watch a cartoon. “I wanted to know if you guys would like to come with us to prom? It’ll be really fun.”

“Prom? I’ve heard of that but I never been to it.” Luffy said, curiously. Zoro looked at Nami and nodded.

“We’ll be there.”

“Sweet!” Nami said, happily. “It’s in a month so no rush, but it wouldn’t be as fun without you dorks.” She smiled and turned to Usopp and Chopper. “Hey what are you both up to?”

Luffy looked at Zoro. “Is your dad going to be upset you’re still here?”

“Who knows but that doesn’t really bother me,” Zoro answered. ChouChou jumped into his lap.

“Do you and Ace get along now?” Luffy asked.

Zoro nodded. “Yeah. He’s a little secretive though. I don’t exactly know how he actually is.”

Luffy smiled. “He’s really cool once you get to know him. He always sticks up for me and Sabo. Just gets moods sometimes.”

Nami added. “He’s pretty cute!”

Zoro rolled his eyes. “Of course you say that.”

“Hey! It’s just my opinion.” Nami replied.

“What about Sanji?” Usopp asked Nami.

“Uh, I don’t know.” She said, quietly. That part of the discussion was stopped subtly by Nami. It looked like she was unsure about that part of her relationships, to Zoro. Luffy doesn’t really pay attention to that stuff, so if he asked him, he wouldn’t really have any interesting input about it.

“Chopper, that’s cheating!” Usopp said, furiously mashing his controller.

“Nuh uh, I just know how to play the game.” Chopper replied. “X Triangle X does a huge combo. You just didn’t know!”

Usopp gasped. “Ehhhh!?! Well, thanks for sharing your method!”

They hung out together for an hour or so, until Sabo came back home. He hung up his jacket and looked around.

“Hi guys. Looks like a full party here.” Sabo remarked.

“Hey Sabo!” Luffy said, walking up to him and hugging him tightly. “How was it with Koala?”

“It was great! We went to a restaurant. I think you’ll like to go there someday.” Sabo continued. “It’s a sandwich place and they add all different kinds of meat.”

Luffy’s eyes lit up. “That sounds like heaven.” He said as Sabo laughed. He turned and hugged Zoro gently.

“Hey, Zoro. How’s your day been?”

“Pretty good. Seems like you had fun.”

“Hi Sabo!” Usopp and Chopper said in unison. He greeted them back with the same enthusiasm. Then hugged Nami and smiled.

“Hi, Nami. How have things been?”

“They’ve been ok, I guess.” Nami quietly said. Sabo frowned. Lately, she’s looked like she’s not in the mood.

“Wanna chat outside for a minute? You seem sad.” Sabo replied. Nami nodded and walked outside to their backyard. She sat in one of their benches and crossed her legs. Sabo sat next to her, trying not to bother her as best as he could. Ever since Luffy had been Nami’s friend, Sabo has always been the person she talked to for help. Nami’s past wasn’t so great. Her mother died from gang members and her eldest sister is now taking care of her. She is especially very to herself, so at least one person she could vent to always made her mental health a lot easier to deal with. Since Sabo is her elder and his personality was warm and welcoming, it was very easy to open up to him.

“I think I like Sanji, but he’s not making it easy for me to do that.” Nami murmured.

“Why is that?” Sabo asked.

“He’s always talking about how he loves women so much. That’s ok but he’s just- I don’t know, obsessive. I’m not sure how I will deal with that if I get together with him.”

Sabo put a reassuring hand on Nami’s shoulder and looked her in the eye. “Tell him it bothers you. If you’re not ready to confess those types of feelings, then don’t do it yet. But if you observe his character afterward I’m sure it will lead you to your answer.” Sabo looked up. “But even if he’s not the right one for you, you are such a pretty and amazing girl. You are so strong, too. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Nami hugged him and smiled. “Thank you.” She felt a lot brighter now. It made Sabo feel like he did a good job. “I’m gonna go back now. Are you making anything?”

“Luffy wants Nachos for dinner, so I’ll start prepping that.”

“Oh, alright. Also, tell Ace I left him a present on his desk. I forgot to get him a birthday present last year, so I felt bad.” Nami said, leaving the sliding door open for Sabo to come in.

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{January Collection} #6

An Old Lover’s Hands

Monica fell back against sweat-slick sheets, once again grateful she didn’t require air--because she would have been panting, gasping desperately for air to feed her starved lungs. The rest of her body was the polar opposite of starved; she was kissed with bruises on her hips, her thighs, her breasts and throat--even her wrists were tinted slightly red from the calloused hands of a lover anyone would deem old. Not necessarily in age, as he’d argue he was in the prime of his life, but in that he’d been mapping Monica’s body for years and had zero intention of slowing down.

In fact, as it should with lifemates, things were only getting more and more passionate as the years passed.

“Daddy’s still got it, huh?” Damon Baird turned his blond head, pressing a kiss to the inside of Monica’s calf with a smirk that should have made her roll her eyes--but she loved his cockiness, and she just smiled up at him.

“You always have it.”

Damon smirked against Monica’s skin, teeth sampling the soft flesh before he pressed another kiss just below her knee. Slowly, he lowered her leg and allowed himself to slip from her, unable to help the grunt of disappointment at the loss of her tight heat. There really wasn’t any other feeling in the world like being inside His babygirl and he missed her the moment he pulled from her tight little cunt. It was an ache he’d carry with him until the next time he got to ravage her, which honestly wouldn’t be very long from now as he had no intention of letting her out of his bed. The Haus was highly competitive, in a friendly way but competitive nonetheless, when it came to getting Monica’s time and there were other factors that made getting time with her more difficult, these days.

Damon accented his thoughts by his trail of kisses, moving up the apex of her hips to the soft, warm skin of her tummy. She wasn’t showing, but there was no doubt she would be, soon. Monica being pregnant with what was speculated to be at least quadruplets meant she was going to be beautifully swollen for months to come, and Damon shared a sentiment that was taking the Haus by storm--they may not be his babies, but he couldn’t wait to see Monica pregnant. There was just something so...sexy about a pregnant woman, something so beautiful about such a public display of a claim. Damon wasn’t a werewolf, he wasn’t a vampire; he wasn’t an elf and he wasn’t a demon or whatever the hell else was roaming the Haus halls at any given day, so he didn’t possess their natural possessiveness. But he’d had possessive inclinations that would have tipped anyone off at a young age that once he found his forever person, they’d be subjected to childish fits of jealousy and bruising claims of possession just so he could sleep soundly at night. Monica had him wrapped around her little finger and she had for years and years; Damon had been by her side through many tumultuous situations and he’d been by her side through a lot of joyous moments as well; boyfriend and girlfriend might be what the Haus dictated they were (at least until wedding preparations were made and finalized) but Damon had considered them married for years. He’d even welded a ring out of his first invented gadget for her to wear, and he wore one to match. They were husband and wife, if you asked Baird, and though not a lot of people did (except some new faces, and he definitely enjoyed bragging about his years of marriage with Monica, then) Damon would brag about it regardless. He didn’t need to be asked, because when you love someone like Damon Baird loves Monica, you tell anyone and everyone. You shout it from the rooftops.

“Love you, beautiful.” Damon murmured against Monica’s skin, brilliant blue eyes trailing up her gorgeous form to meet her gaze. He adored this view of her, resting between her legs with the warmth of her cunt against his chest, her breasts the perfect compliment to gazing into her eyes. She stole his fucking breath away; always had.

“I l-love you too, Daddy.” Monica squirmed a touch under his gaze, but he didn’t relent or allow her to retreat from him. He had one of her legs over his broad shoulder, his hand gripping her thigh, while his other met with his lips on her bare tummy. She’d be blushing had she the pulse to do so, and as it were it was hard to continue to meet his gaze.

“I’m real happy for you,” Damon continued, his calloused forefinger tracing her belly button with a small half-smirk of pride. “Gonna give those Dreadful bastards the pups they’ve been barkin’ about for ages.”

Monica couldn’t help but laugh. She knew and understood Damon’s rough speech more than anyone, and she heard the underlying affection in his tone. There was no jealousy at Monica being pregnant; all anyone felt was pride and joy, happiness in that their beloved was going to be having children. It meant hope for all that one day, they might get to experience that with her, and Damon counted himself among that “waiting list”. He was a man who never considered having kids, and he’d used the War as an excuse as to why, but it had gone deeper than that. He’d never been in love before Monica, and he’d never thought he’d be worth passing genes on for the next generation. It wasn’t that he had low self-esteem--put him in front of something electronic or diesel-powered and you’d be eating your own dumbass question--but just that Damon knew who he was and by himself, didn’t figure there was a need for a Baird Jr. Meeting and falling in love with Monica had changed all that. From the moment he’d helped her back onto her feet, picking up the spilled fruit she’d been so gracious to bring him, Damon knew he loved her. It had been love at first sight, and though he hadn’t understood it at the time, she’d also immediately changed his mind about having children. Who wouldn’t want the chance to see Monica swollen with their child, glowing and full of life, only to later on down the road see the physical manifestation of a bond years strong?

Yeah, it was sappy and sentimental as hell but Damon wouldn’t care. He’d sit around with all his War buddies and talk openly about it because Damon was a changed man. He was a man in love, wildly and passionately, and he didn’t have any want or reason to hide that from anyone. Besides, all his War buddies felt exactly the same way about the exact same girl. That...might not have been the best thought for Damon to have at the moment and he lowered his head, nipping at the skin right beneath Monica’s adorable little belly button. She squirmed in response and he laved the spot a moment later with his tongue, soothing the sharp, quick bite. It had just happened, a response to his jealousy, but that was easily soothed by the scent and warmth of her enveloping him. Monica always smelled good, sweet like the candy she ate, and Damon felt his mouth water as her cunt slid a little wetly against his bare chest. He swallowed, fighting to suppress the urge to bury his face between her legs again. He had other uses for his mouth at the moment.

“Are you scared, angel?”

Monica almost asked Baird what he meant, but given the attention he was paying her tummy, she put it together quickly. She had to resist the urge to tighten her thigh over his shoulder as his large palm splayed over her middle; she could feel every callous, every time worn scar from a man who’d been through Hell and back--in the heat of the moment, it made her grateful that he’d come back so he could be here with her, now.

“A l-little,” she admitted with a shy laugh that turned Damon’s heart over. “They...aren’t my first kids, but I actually...love their fathers, like a lot, so it feels different.”

It was an unspoken “rule” in the Haus, that Monica’s jealous lovers didn’t often ask about Raphael’s father. They loved the boy like they were his collective Fathers, it had nothing to do with him and nothing to do with Monica. It had everything to do with possessive love and what it means. It may seem strange to an outsider viewing this polyamorous relationship between one woman and a harem of men and women, but ask anyone involved and it was fairly easy to explain.

“Family is fine. Anyone else isn’t.”

Raphael’s father was not family and thus, he was not fine. He would never be fine to come try and be in his son’s life, and he would find himself dead if he ever tried to come back and find a place in Monica’s life. It was as simple as that, and Damon didn’t see any reason to complicate it.

“You’re a great mom, baby. These pups’ll be no different.” Damon’s reassurances always came in the form of a calm delivery with finality held in the baritone; he always sounded so confident and certain. He was never dismissive, but it was difficult to worry when Damon was shrugging and telling her that the world might be falling, but she’d be okay. He followed his words by resting his cheek against her tummy. “Can’t wait for my turn.”

Monica’s stomach flipped at that, and she buried her nails in Damon’s brilliant blond hair. “I c-can’t, either.”

“Yeah?” Damon was obviously smiling, his scruff rough against her satin skin. “I think about it a lot. We’re at least going to have a son. A little me runnin’ around.”

Monica laughed. “Why am I not surprised you want a son?”

“Can’t help it, babe. I’ve got a lot of knowledge to pass on to someone who’ll look just like me when he’s all grown up.” Damon’s fingers continued their leisurely stroke along Monica’s tummy, as if soothing the pups beneath the skin. “Then you’ll see me twice as much and love me four times as much.”

“I...don’t like math, but I don’t think that adds up right, Daddy.”

“Sure it does. You already love me twice as much as the next guy, so when I have a son who looks just like me, that doubles that. So that’s four times as much as the next guy.”

Monica’s laughter was musical and Damon couldn’t help grinning in response to it.

“Oh, is that how it works?”

“Sure is, baby.”

“So that’s how it works for everyone else, too?”

“What? Hell no,” Damon lifted his head, giving Monica his best Daddy face. “That’s just me, baby, that’s just the Daddy Baird factor.”

“The what?” Monica’s head fell back against the pillow with a fresh peal of laughter. “Where do you get this stuff?!”

“My big beautiful brain,” Damon fanned the flames of her laughter with a smirk and a reference she loved, calloused hand still caressing her belly. He had a feeling he was going to be obsessive over it once she started showing. “Once we have our first born, then Daddy wants a daughter. A little girl who looks just like my wife. Pretty, but with a wicked little mouth.”

Monica’s brow lifted. “Going to notice that about our daughter, are you?”

Damon heard the jealousy in her tone and laughed. “Yeah, baby, because who do you think she’s going to use that mouth on?”

That turned the tables on her so fast she didn’t know how to respond. It was one thing for her to consider her sons sharing an intimate bond with her, but for some reason she often overlooked her daughters would be the same way. It was something none of the Fathers-to-be ever forgot, though, because they knew what it was like to covet her, to love her, and knew anyone would be out of their damn minds not to.

“Honestly though, baby, I’m happy with you no matter what. You know that, right?” Damon met her gaze, shifting to rest his head against her thigh, his hair tickling her bruised, sensitive skin. “Daddy just wants to be with ya. I don’t care how, or where our life goes from here.”

Monica relied on her years with Baird to continue to meet his gaze, but she wanted him to know she felt the exact same way. “I know, Daddy. That’s what I want, too.”

Monica’s smile could stop the sun, Damon would have bet all the money in his wallet. He couldn’t help but smile a little helplessly back at her, possessive hands roaming unchecked over her skin. He lowered his head slowly, pressing a kiss right above that delicious little cunt.

“Good,” he ghosted his breath along her slit and heard her whine, felt it as his cock twitched in response. “Daddy’s going to lay on his back, and I want you to sit on my face. Okay, angel? Can you do that for Daddy?”

Monica’s fang worried her lower lip and she nodded a little desperately. She responded every time he talked to her like that, so encouraging and needy.

“Daddy’s hungry for what’s his.” Damon couldn’t help his tongue splitting her cleanly, just to suckle some of her down his greedy throat. “Give Daddy what he wants, and I promise, one day you’ll get what we both want.”

That rough, claiming hand splayed wide over Monica’s middle, and Damon’s eyes nailed Monica to the bed with their sincerity.

“Right here.”

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Blood Moon Rising, Part 3. Intimacy. Scarlett and Cole

Cole: *Time with the pups had been good for Scarlett, but it had been time to call an end to her first outing after her injuries. As I scooped her up to carry her back inside I smile at them one last time*

Doc Adams will be by to see you in the morning. His clinic hours start at 9. He’ll come by the pack house first.

Scarlett: Relaxing as you pick me up. “I think that would be wise to have him look at me again. I want to be in condition. I would like to try shifting and seeing our wolves together.”

I pressed soft kisses to his neck as he carries me. Knowing nudity came easy for wolves I decided to offer a small token.

“Would you like to join me in the tub?” The thoughts of relaxing with you making my wolf very happy. The thoughts of seeing you nude cause my mouth to run dry. The image of what I think causes my heart rate to increase and desire to run deep. Yes, I wanted him, but sex wasn’t quite on the menu yet. I watch his face as he tries to formulate his response.

“I just mean you’ve worked hard and have been keeping me company I just thought it would be nice to relax together.” Rambling my rationale.

Cole:*Naked. In the tub. With her. I almost miss the first step of the stairs as my little head dominates my big one and springs to life, rock hard an aching. My wolf howls at the idea of being with her wolf and chaos is tearing through my body. With an effort of will I address both my dick and my wolf....Down boy. This is a good... make that ten kinds of fucking awesome... sign, but it ain’t' gonna happen tonight. She's too important to rush this. Clearing my throat as we reach the top of the stairs....*

My wolf is pretty crazy to meet yours, so yeah, getting you stronger is our first order of business. *I stop a door short of her room and enter it.* This is my room. *smiling a little* I wanted you close. My bath has a better tub for two of us than the one in your room does.

*As we step into the room I catch myself doing it again, trying to see it through her eyes. In the corner is a stone fireplace. The floors are dark hardwood and the wall paneling echoes the slate color of the fireplace. A black leather couch and chairs are placed in front of it. A wall of windows runs along from the end of the fireplace, giving me a view of the compound. My bed, a California King wrought iron number, dominates the room, it's cream and gray bedding making it an island of tranquility in an otherwise wholly masculine room. She's going to want to change some of this. She should. It will be her room too. A wall of closets runs across the wall facing the bed ending at a door. Gently I deposit her on the bed.*

I'll go get the bath started and get some extra towels.

*In other circumstances I'd be getting a bottle of wine and some glasses too, but I don't want anything interfering with my control tonight. I grab some towels and walk into the bathroom to the large gray tub that centers the room. Along one wall was a slate tiled shower big enough for a normal sized-people orgy with 7 shower heads. I'm a big guy, though. It will be just big enough for Scar and me some day. Dual sinks line another wall, black wood accenting the slate gray flooring, and the toilet was in a room of its own, allowing privacy. This room had been designed for a couple. Hell, the whole damned house had been designed with Scar in mind. Turning on the water, I add some eucalyptus bath foam and Epsom salts to help her aching muscles. Turning back to the bedroom as the huge tub slowly fills, I hold my hand out to her*

Ready?

Scarlett: I smiled at the thought of having an effect strong enough to nearly topple this giant male. He nearly fell and I fought the giggle. “I want to meet your wolf too. She’s whining to meet him.” I nuzzled into his neck- safe. And a little hot under the collar knowing I would soon see all of him. I gulped and could smell some of the desire between us. Damn wolf senses. And if I could smell it he certainly could, but thanks to being poked by something in particular I knew he was too. We were mates after all, bound to turn each other on. I really hoped Cole wouldn’t mind my body, it was mostly healed but the couple extra pounds compared to his perfectly chiseled body were noticeable. I gazed around at the room conveniently right next to mine. Now knowing we were so close had ideas swimming through my mind and lewd images for

the future me to test out. I watched as Cole took care to prepare the bath I willingly gave my hand to him. I was always willing when it came to him. I took a deep breath as we walked into his cavernous bathroom, I stopped and gazed longingly at the shower- oh yes I loved

shower jets... for reasons. I cleared my throat.

“I really like your shower Cole.”

Losing myself in his eyes for a moment I realize the bath is nearly full. Whoops... I reached for the hem of the shirt I wore of yours and lifted it over head, revealing the faded bruises and my tattoos. I quickly bend slightly and removed the pants and panties in one swoop and stood nervously shifting from side to side. Nude, in front of him. I opened my eyes to look at Cole, exposed and shy about it. I looked down and out of reflex covered myself with my hands.

Cole: *Fuck me, she takes my breath away. All female curves in all the places I love them. Catching the nervous gesture with her hands and eyes, I grasp her wrists and move her palms to my chest and tilt her chin up with one finger*

Stop. You're beautiful Scarlett. Don't be ashamed to be naked with me.

*The bruises on her, made me want to hurt her father and anybody else who'd ever laid an unkind hand on her all over again, but they'll fade. Tentatively, I lay my hand on her bare skin and slide it down her side to rest on her hip, then slide me free hand to cup her head and tangle in her hair. Pulling her lips to mine, I kiss her, letting my tongue slide across the seam of her lips but no further. I so want to fucking taste her. I can scent her arousal and my dick was ignoring orders and straining against my jeans so I was pretty sure she could scent mine. Reluctantly I break the kiss and release her and when I can speak, my voice sounds like it’s a gravel road on a hot day*

Get in the tub, baby and scoot forward. I'll slide in behind you in a minute.

*No fucking way were these jeans coming off until she was under the water. Not like the water was actually a physical barrier but my brain could tell itself it was one.*

Scarlett: The kiss was passionate and possessive, but also sweet and full of emotion. My moan sounded loudly and echoed off the walls. He smelled so good. Maybe a little.... No Scar, much too soon. My lips still moved after Cole broke the kiss, my wolf and I both whined. He was so

incredible, and he liked my body. My mind finally came back online. He was an alpha and aroused. Even though he didn’t use his alpha influence I still obeyed. Slowly I climbed into the tub and sank down, immediately I felt the warmth of the water and added salts begin to work on my skin. I took a deep breathe, taking it all in before I turned to look at my mate.

“You’re over

dressed Alpha.”

I tried to be playful despite my nerves as I sat forward to give him the spot he requested of me. I gazed at him still, he was an incredible specimen. Not just because he was handsome, he was smart, kind, and so devoted. It made me want to progress, I wanted to recover and be able to get past the trauma and give all of myself, mind and body- but still it scared me. What if he grew tired of me? Shaking the thought I returned to shamelessly ogle him. He was nothing short of glorious and I would praise him every time I could.

“What’s your favorite color?” I ask to keep my mind off the hormones that hung in my body and in the air.

Cole: *Watching her body slide into the water was an exercise in pain as my cock got harder than I'd ever thought it could and pressed into the rough metal zipper. Commando causes problems occasionally but I usually had better control. I may have to invest in underwear now that she's here or I'm going to be in pain every hour of every day. Swallowing hard, I unfasten my belt and then the button on my jeans. Carefully, I slide the zipper down, letting my now massively erect cock spring free, and shuck the jeans off. *

Color?

*My mind draws a blank. It wasn't something I thought about. Yeah, I love the dark blue of the sky at twilight and all the greens of the forest, but usually I wore black. It was easier. Finally, as I slip in the tub behind her and then slide my arms around her waist to pull her back against me, adjusting myself so my dick presses up flat against her ass rather than poking her... and damn did it want to poke her..., I answer*

I don't think I have one. I guess it's going to be whatever color you're wearing at the time, baby.

Scarlett: My jaw fell open seeing his proud body... how would that fit in me? I gulped and the moisture from my mouth went elsewhere. Holy Goddess he was perfection personified. My loud gulp sounded again. As he settled behind me I let out a soft sigh and yipped when he pulled me to his chest, it was what I wanted and the mate bond was growing. I was content and my breathing slowed. It was bliss being so close to him. Mate! Shut up pup! My wolf and I struggled for a moment before we focused on our mate. He really did know the right things to say. What not just because he was handsome, he was smart, kind, and so devoted. It made me want to progress, I wanted to recover and be able to get past the trauma and give all of myself, mind and body- but still it scared me. What if he grew tired of me? Shaking the thought I returned to shamelessly ogle him. He was nothing short of glorious and I would praise him every time I could.

My jaw fell open seeing his proud body... how would that fit in me? I gulped and the moisture from my mouth went elsewhere. Holy Goddess he was perfection personified. My loud gulp sounded again. As he settled behind me I let out a soft sigh and yipped when he pulled me to his chest, it was what I wanted and the mate bond was growing. I was content and my breathing slowed. It was bliss being so close to him. Mate! Shut up pup! My wolf and i struggled for a moment before we focused on our mate. He really did know the right things to say. What I wore- or was it a line? Time would tell but everything about Cole seemed genuine. I could see myself loving him deeply with all of me- I really did want to. In a moment my goals shifted. Get better, become fully bonded mates, and be happy.

“So right now your favorite color is nude?” I turn my head and place a soft kiss on your chest then give you a cheeky grin. I trace the tattoo of my face with my lips. Kissing myself. I laugh.

Cole: *laughing with her* Baby, nude is /always/ going to be my favorite color on you. *dipping my head down to catch a kiss while she laughs. If I could capture this moment in amber and keep it on my desk for the rest of my life to remember, I'd do it. And it's not because she's naked. Not even because we're both naked and wet and... don't go there brain. I've been around naked females all my life. Clothes get ditched when you shift. And I'd been around females I was about to have sex with often enough. But nothing had prepared me for how I feel when I'm with Scarlett. Hell, yeah, the body was aching harder than it ever had in my life, my arousal off the damned charts, but that wasn't it. Something settled deep in my chest. A recognition, a peace, a deep happiness. ‘Mine,’ my wolf growled at me. ‘Mine,’ I agreed with him. And that's what it is. Scarlett is mine. She'd been destined to be mine from the beginning of time. And because she was mine, she brought me this deep sense of happiness. Of permanence. I understood now, why wolves mate for life. If she died, even now without being fully mated, I'd die with her. She wouldn't go into the beyond without me. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tightly to me. So this is love. Not just mating instinct. Love. Nuzzling her neck, I whisper*

I think I may give up showers in favor of baths. With you.

Scarlett: It was an incredible feeling of peace as I nestled into his chest, his erection may be seeking attention but I turned so it was pressed against my belly. Oh my I craved him on another level. It was soul to soul. My wolf was content and she was actually responding to me now. I let her have her moment and focused on the moment, forever etching it into my mind. It would forever be my favorite.

“Our first bath. I wouldn’t mind taking more with you. Maybe even a good snuggle.” I curled more so into his chest and arms. I never imagined having such peace and it was addictive. My peace was a home with Cole. I wanted to try. He deserved that, and so did I. My father couldn’t hold me back now.

“I want to try something with you.”

I smiled softly and nuzzled my face into yours neck. After my scent was thoroughly mixed with his I placed my hands on each side of his face, caressing him sweetly. Just beginning my worship of all of him. My lips touched his and the sparks erupted all through my body. An instant addiction I ached to feed all the time. My lips began to move faster against Cole’s an urgency to taste him to love him. After deepening the kiss just a little more I push my tongue between his lips, just needing to taste a little more.

“Mmmmm.”

Cole: *The surprise at her lush, wet body pressed against mine, her firm breasts against my chest, was totally replaced by more surprise as her hands cupped my face and initiated a kiss. She deepened it almost before I could respond. Her delicate tongue slipping between my lips, but I catch up fast. My tongue slides over hers, tangling with it as I taste her -- strawberries and honey -- and I wonder if she tastes like this everywhere. A low groan escapes me as my hands slide down her back, to cup her ass and press her closer against me, but still holding onto control, not going further to let her take the lead. After what she's been through, I understand she needs to make the first moves every level we progress. She needs it to prove to herself she's whole and deserves to be happy.*

Baby, you're gonna kill me. *sighing

against her lips* Spend the night in my bed? I promise, nothing happens you don't want. I just want to hold you all night.

Scarlett: The way he gripped my hips and backside was bliss. I continued to groan into his mouth as the kiss intensified. He tasted like summer. It was perfection. “Oh Cole.” The kiss ended with us both breathless and obvious arousal that hung in the air, thickened by the heat of the bath. I was slowly learning him and his habits. And now his likes. He thought I was going to kill him? He should try being in my shoes. He was literally going to rip me in two when time came. I was tiny compared to him, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt a hair on my body. Bliss. Perfection. Did I want to stay the night with him? Yes. I longed for him. Doctor Adams had mentioned being near my mate could help me heal- but there was also the possibility of sex and pregnancy. Yes I got the safe sex talk from a stranger. It was mortifying. Knowing how it worked was one thing but hearing about an alpha’s expectations and drives was another. I was blooming with need again as I batted at that thought.

“Yes I would like to sleep with you tonight.”

Cole:*smiling at you, a hand coming up to cup your cheek as I kiss you. I know what a breakthrough that was for you. And it turns me on. Of course, everything about her turns me on.*

You ready then? To sleep, I mean. *chuckling a little* Like I said, only as far as you want to go.

Scarlett: “I’m ready.” I gave Cole my hand and tightened my fingers around his. After a moment I push so I can start getting out of the tub. “I hope you want to cuddle.” I hadn’t had much affection ever so I wanted to lavish in it while I could. Cole was such a sweet individual and made me crave more. “Can I wear another of your shirts?”

Cole: *I suppress a little pang of disappointment that she wants a shirt to sleep in. I wanted her skin to skin. but it was probably better that way. I'd dig out a pair of soft gym shorts to wear to be doubly sure we didn't get carried away. Although she could damn well touch anything she wanted to touch and I'd keep myself in control. She was an innocent. Letting her explore my body in her own time would help her be more confident when we consummated the mating. I wasn't an adolescent pup anymore but I remembered that curiosity. And because I wasn't an adolescent anymore I could control myself and allow her to do it.*

I think that can be arranged. *Sitting up as she starts to stand, I quickly gain my feet and steady her. The tub's slick and she's loose and relaxed, but still a weak enough to be wobbly. I step over the side of the deep stone slipper style tub and gain my footing on the rug beside it. Grasping her around the waist I lift her up* Watch your legs* and over the edge to stand beside me. I grab one of the bath sheets I'd stacked on the floor by the tub and wrap one around her, then grab another and wrap around my waist.*

I've got some stuff in the bedroom.

Scarlett: “Okay.” I smile softly as you wrap me up and treat me as the greatest treasure on earth. I guess to my mate I would be. Pulling the towel closer I could smell you and fresh laundry and I do enjoy it. Yes I’m weird. I follow you, watching the way your muscles bunch and coil as you walk to the bedroom. I’m again enveloped by the scent. While you’re locating the items I decide to sit on the bed, and quickly find myself laying against your pillow just wrapped in the soft towel. Yawning softly. “Should we watch something?” Not wanting to sleep quite yet because I just want to spend time with my mate and be able to claim more of his time. His time was precious to me. “Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed. It’s really comfortable so far.” I nestle closer into the pillows. “I love your scent.”

Cole: *She loves /my/ scent? I have to laugh because I love hers and if I can't get her to sleep with me every night yet these sheets aren't getting washed until we mate so I can sleep surrounded by /hers/. My wolf nods in agreement. He likes her scent too. Opening a drawer I pull out a tee-shirt. It's old and been washed so many times it's soft as silk against the skin, but the concert logo on the front reminds me of the night I first met her. I'd just returned from it when my dad told me he had someone he wanted me to meet. My heart had practically jumped through my 18-year-old chest at the sight of the skinny blonde thirteen year-old. I just knew. In the years after she'd disappeared this shirt had been a talisman to me. A reassurance that I'd find her again. Carefully I lay it on top of the dresser, then open another drawer and rummage haphazardly through it until I find a pair of gym shorts. They're loose legged and there's netting to hold my junk in place, but it will be good to sleep in. And, if she gets adventurous, easy for her to let her hands roam. Not counting on that but hope springs eternal. Dropping my towel, I step into the shorts and go to the bed with the tee-shirt. Goddess, she looks amazing, laying there in nothing but a towel.*

We could put an old movie on if you want. I'm a big TCM fan.

Scarlett: I laid there and watched him pause with one shirt. It held meaning to Cole, and I wanted to see the whole thing, it looked like it had been washed and worn often, so perfect sleep attire. I slipped on the shirt and nothing else, I didn’t really have anything at the moment. And touch was so important I almost second guessed the t-shirt in its entirety. He liked seeing me nude, and I trusted him to not push me. Even if I wanted him to, he would probably deny my advances for now. Even if we both wanted it, I wasn’t ready deep down for such a momentous event. Thank the Goddess for him. I tossed the towel and reached for my mate. Having him near was incredible. I did want to stay every night but we would just start with tonight. I didn’t know if I snored horribly and he would want to kick me out. He makes me feel so safe and protected. I craved him being near. Once he settles into bed I scoot into him, my back against his chest and backside in his lap. I then put his hands around my waist. “Is this okay?

Cole: *pulling her even closer so her bottom fits snugly against my groin, I drop a kiss on her neck*

It's perfect. But might be kind of hard to watch TV from this position if you still want to. I can take that or leave it, baby. I got all I need right here.

Scarlett: “Would you like to sit up with me on your chest?” I offer, so long as I’m against him I’m okay, my world is right. Each time I move slightly my hips brush back against your lap and a soft intake of air sounds between my lips, “as long as I’m with you- and we can kiss more.”

Cole: the subtle brush of her ass on my cock is a treat and a torment. And one that's testing me. Turning her in my arms to face me,*

I think this works.

*Reaching for a remote that controls everything electronic in the room, I dim the lights and turn on some soft music. Putting the remote down, I turn my attention to her. Slipping one arm under her pillow, I lay my profile on the pillow, just looking into your eyes as I run my free hand down your side to pull you against me.* Perfect. *taking her mouth with mine, gently probing her lips until they open for me.*

Scarlett: It’s amazing how easily he moves me with him, and that I don’t recoil or tense, the first few days after I had woken he wasn’t able to get near me, but his patience with me has led to what has become beautiful between us. I was falling for Cole. The other promises didn’t matter and nor did the other alphas. I was falling for my alpha. My mate, my Cole. Mine. Just as I opened my mouth to speak his lips came to mine and immediately I responded. His lips asked for mine to yield. And willingly I did so. He explored my mouth and I wanted more.

My lips opened further and tongue danced with his. A sensual preview of what would come. I groaned softly and my hands went to his chest feeling over him, his abs... and accidentally feeling his erection. I returned my hands to his chest to behave- I knew it was hard. So hard..

Cole: *Groaning as her hands caress over my arousal I fight the urge to roll her to her back and feast on her body. She's not fucking ready for that, but it’s an effort of will to stay where I am. Moments later, as she moves her hands to my chest, I know I made the right call. Still,

maybe a little encouragement is in order. Taking both her hands in one of mine, I kiss her knuckles*

You can touch me anywhere you want baby. Explore all you want. I'll be honest. There's nothing I want more than to touch you, taste you...make love to you, take you every way there is. But none of that's going to happen tonight, no matter what you do. So if you want to explore, the playground is open. And if you don't, just laying here and necking and cuddling will be awesome too. And doing one, doesn't mean we can't go back to the other if you get panicked. You're in control tonight.

Scarlett: I could touch and let him touch me. I was sure of it. He was Cole, he never hurt me. He was mine. It was perhaps one of the most incredibly sweet things I had ever heard, and I was in control of this big, beautiful, alpha male. Me. Scarlett Mitchell who used to sing Gaga alone in her room and not have any real friends. Me. I nodded while looking him in the eyes, we returned to kissing passionately. I could almost feel his mouth below my waist, as if his mouth was there instead of my mouth. Heaven. As my breathing picked up I moaned again. He was my compliment. Feeling emboldened for the moment I took his hand and put it on my breast, after I held it still growing used to his palm on it I let go to allow him to tease my skin. I moved his other hand to my backside, I liked it there. It felt like a way he claimed me. And I liked that. With his hands busy it was my turn. I reached around with one hand to lightly tickle his back, the other trailed to his abs. Then a little lower to feel his hardened flesh again. Did my hand fit around it? Slowly my fingers wrapped around it. Success!

Cole: *Goddess, her skin...it's silk. When she moves my hand to her firm, high breasts, I squeeze gently at first, kneading it, the let my thumb and forefinger roll the hard pebbled nipple. My mouth is watering, dying to take it in my mouth as my other hand squeezes her ass, my fingertips caressing her crease, grazing her sex as I tease her. She explores my chest, trailing her hand down my abs until.....* Fuck.... *it comes out a low groan as her hand encircles my cock and squeezes. My eyes shut as she explores it, moving her hand on me. The thick vein pulses under her hand as I struggle not to thrust into it*

Scarlett: My eyes are closed focused on each sensation I am experiencing, for most it is the first. I move my hand up and down as I had seen done in movies. It seemed to work. I wanted to drive him crazy with desire, to feel like a goddess, his goddess and only his. His hands move with mine, and I moan into his mouth. “Ohh Cole,” I could smell our heavy scents in the air. Just as I let out another moan there was two rapid knocks at the door and it proceeded to open immediately, and Ethan’s voice is heard as he walks in he’s explaining a rogue attack that injured a patrol member. I freeze and roll away, a wide smirk crosses his face and a cheeky comment comes out.

Cole: *Her mouth, her body....I'm in fucking heaven and then...*

MOTHERFUCKER!!!

*I roar at Ethan as I hastily roll my body over Scarlet to conceal her from sight. The smartass remark about 'pup tents' freezes before it’s all the way out of his mouth as I glare at him. Right about now all that's saving him from a beat down for seeing Scarlett like this is the fact we've been best friends since we were pups.*

You will apologize this second. This is your female alpha and you will respect her. *It comes out a growl,* And then you'll wait outside

my door. Doc's with them now?

*He nods, his face gone pale, realizing this wasn't a casual fuck. But he Goddess damn well should have scented what was happening and known it wasn't. I've never brought a woman into my bed, into this house, before. Hastily he apologizes to Scarlet and steps out, closing the door behind him. Turning my attention to Scarlett, I lift myself off of her and wrap a blanket around her, then put my arms around her*

Fucking hells, baby, I'm sorry. Ethan's not usually such an asshole. *stroking her hair* Are you ok?

Scarlett: The movement is so fast I’m left a little dizzy. Then the growling. Cole’s growl was deafening as he chastised his head of security. I couldn’t look up at the male I was embarrassed he had walked in on me and Cole doing that. After we were alone again he asked if I was okay. I had to think. Was I? Slowly I nodded.

“That was a little more than necking babe.” Not realizing I called him a pet name. I put my forehead to his and control my breathing. “That was by far the most pleasurable event of my life so far.” I hope that I had given it in return. There was another question. “Can I stay with you?” I wanted the reassurance that I did not displease him. I craved him being near.

Cole: *The tension drains out of me as she answers. She called me 'babe'. It's the first time she's done that. Ok, Ethan's still an asshole, but I'll forgive him just because she called me that. Chuckling*

Yeah, a little more than necking. I regret nothing. *Stealing a kiss from her,* I hope that you /will/ stay with me. In my life, in this house, in this bed. And not let my chief of security being an asshole scare you away. Scar...*looking at her seriously* He should have known better. I've never brought a woman into this house. Ever. He should have scented what was happening and been more discrete. But *sighing regretfully* I do have to take care of this. If the injury had been serious, E wouldn't have been such a smart ass, so I'm not too worried about my soldier, but it shouldn't have happened and that /does/ worry me. *Kissing her lightly* Be here when get back?

Scarlett: “I promise I will be here. Go take care of our soldier.” I kiss Cole softly and settle against the pillows, calming my hormones. When he’s gone I just wish I had a girl to talk to, instead I replay the situation over and over until I fall asleep waiting for Cole to return.

#TBC

#BloodMoonRises #Intimacy #Renegades #RRPG #AU #BDB #Reapers #Vampires #Angels #Wolfen #Ghosts #Witches

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gonna put this under a read more because sara wanted me to answer them all >_>

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? i honestly have no idea. 2. Are you outgoing or shy? i’m pretty outgoing unless my anxiety is acting up. 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? i’m potentially buying a ticket to RTX off of someone, so i’d be looking forward to seeing everyone there. 4. Are you easy to get along with? as long as you don’t give me shit, yes. 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? i wholeheartedly believe yes (after being texted multiple memes). 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? funny, caring, basically as long as you’re a fucking memer like i am we’re gucci. 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? i hope so .^. 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? he knows who he is :p 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? sometimes? idk it’s weird. 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? i’m p sure it was aidan because The Depression hit. 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “yeah this is the shit i come up with when i’m bored” to vix 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? everything is alright- motion city soundtrack, time won’t let me go- the bravery, breaking and entering- tonight alive, screw eyes- color therapy, the hills- the weeknd 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? i would literally melt into a puddle. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? absolutely 15. What good thing happened this summer? staying up way too late playing stupid fucking video games. 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? absolutely not he turned into such a scumbag holy shit 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? i dunno, but it’d be cool to find out for certain. 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? nope, i haven’t seen him since my school closed after 6th grade. 19. Do you like bubble baths? don’t have an operational bath because the pipes are cracked, but i never really took baths. 20. Do you like your neighbors? my neighbors to the left of me (if you’re looking at my house) are weird as fuck, neighbor to the left is the sweetest person you’ll ever meet 21. What are your bad habits? biting my nails, cracking my joints really loudly. 22. Where would you like to travel? i really want to go somewhere cold. i’d love to see the northern lights. 23. Do you have trust issues? very severe ones. 24. Favorite part of your daily routine? when i’m at work, coming home and being able to destress because my work environment is shit. when i’m off, going out and goofing off with niko. 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? pretty much all of it, honestly. 26. What do you do when you wake up? flop around looking for my glasses. 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? i’m fine where it is right now. 28. Who are you most comfortable around? anyone from the discord chats i’m in and the few friends i retained from high school (aka sascha and inky). 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? it wasn’t even a breakup it was just “oh i moved away and mostly forgot about you” so i don’t even consider him an ex. 30. Do you ever want to get married? yeye. 31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? that’s my hairstyle of choice. 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? bitch what. no. 33. Spell your name with your chin. kzasgtkied (could be worse) 34. Do you play sports? What sports? nope, but i like screaming at hockey. 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? tv. i pretty much only keep it on as background noise anyway. 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? yeah, and it sucked but oh well, things happen for a reason. 37. What do you say during awkward silences? “sooooo.......” 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? funny, willing to stick by even if things get bad, likes memes as much as i do. i’m not really picky and they don’t need to have the same interests that i do because i love hearing about things that i may not have any idea about. 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? i really don’t have any? 40. What do you want to do after high school? well i’m already out of high school and all i know its not working this shitty minimum wage job. 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? yes, unless they’ve already taken those chances for granted or done something severe. 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? that i’m extremely upset. 43. Do you smile at strangers? i try to. 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? outer space. 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? usually the fact i have to go to work, but if not, the pup. 46. What are you paranoid about? the people i care about not actually caring about me. that’s my main fear. 47. Have you ever been high? that’s a hard no. 48. Have you ever been drunk? twice. once on new year’s eve 2016 and then in january for my birthday. 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? not that i can think of. 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? yellow. 51. Ever wished you were someone else? hasn’t everyone? 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? i wish i wasn’t so anxious over things. 53. Favourite makeup brand? i don’t really wear makeup but I like covergirl and prestige eyeliner. 54. Favourite store? as cringy as it is, gamestop and hot topic. but i don’t go out much. 55. Favourite blog? there’s a LOT. 56. Favourite colour? purple and blue. 57. Favourite food? chicken. 58. Last thing you ate? grape freeze pop. 59. First thing you ate this morning? bagel with cream cheese. 60. Ever won a competition? For what? i got third place in a spelling bee in 5th grade and got first place at both regionals and states for pjas (basically a pa statewide science competition). 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? i got an ISS for socking a kid who later became my crush in the nose in 4th grade because he was annoying me. 62. Been arrested? For what? nope. 63. Ever been in love? absolutely and it’s the best feeling i’ve ever felt. 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? it was on the way back from a band competition, and we were all crammed onto a school bus. we were sitting in a seat together and i was tired so i kinda dozed off a little but when i woke up i was like “fucking kiss him god damn it you’ve been dating for like a month and a half” and i just DID. 65. Are you hungry right now? a little. 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? i don’t really have too many “tumblr friends” that aren’t also my real friends. 67. Facebook or Twitter? facebook because i love reading the drama. 68. Twitter or Tumblr? twitter tumblr is a fucking cesspool. 69. Are you watching tv right now? just as background noise. 70. Names of your bestfriends? (most will be their online names) there’s like three sarahs/saras, vix, bonk, d, rose, rory, inky, james, aidan, quartz, bunn, hal, and cheese. (i have so many online friends holy fuck.) 71. Craving something? What? the sweet embrace of death. nah but for real like... watermelon or just fruit in general. 72. What colour are your towels? i have a blue one, a red one, and a yellow one. 72. How many pillows do you sleep with? two usually. 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? not anymore. 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? probably a good amount but they’re all in the attic. 75. Favourite animal? i love pretty much all animals but i love dogs/wolves/foxes. 76. What colour is your underwear? white. 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? why not both? 78. Favourite ice cream flavour? chocolate peanut butter swirl or mint chocolate chip. 79. What colour shirt are you wearing? reddish-magentaish? 80. What colour pants? blue. 81. Favourite tv show? my favorite of all time will always be siberia. 82. Favourite movie? twister or edward scissor hands 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? mean girls. 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? I’ve never seen 21 jump street all the way through so mean girls again. 85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? don’t really have one, but if i had to pick, janis. 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? crush because who doesn’t love stoner turtles? 87. First person you talked to today? i think it was my mom. 88. Last person you talked to today? one of the many sarahs i call my friends. 89. Name a person you hate? if i say it i’ll probably get arrested lmfao. 90. Name a person you love? @riones-lair :* 91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? i’m always ready to punch someone. 92. In a fight with someone? not that i know of. 93. How many sweatpants do you have? probably 5 or 6. 94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? an unnecessary amount. probably 17 or 18. we collect hoodies like they're going out of style. 95. Last movie you watched? probably one of the harry potter movies 96. Favourite actress? don’t really have one. 97. Favourite actor? johnny depp because of edward scissorhands. 98. Do you tan a lot? no, i burn and i burn badly. 99. Have any pets? niko who is a massive neapolitan mastiff that farts a lot. 100. How are you feeling? sleepy and in pain. 101. Do you type fast? when i get really into doing something i can type so fast you would not believe. 102. Do you regret anything from your past? a lot of things, but the past is the past. can’t do anything about it. 103. Can you spell well? i like to think i do. 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? of course, but they’re in the past for a reason. 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? a few times, my grandmother has a big backyard and we’d have bonfires back there. 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? i don’t think so. 107. Have you ever been on a horse? yes, his name was macaroni and i loved him very much. 108. What should you be doing? SLEEPING. 109. Is something irritating you right now? the slight headache i have going on. 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? once but then i realized it wasn’t worth the pain. 111. Do you have trust issues? didn’t i get asked this before? but yes. 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? i don’t remember physically but while talking to someone it was quartz, aidan, and aidan’s girlfriend sarah. 113. What was your childhood nickname? usually only ever called kate. 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? farthest i’ve ever been out of state is alabama. 115. Do you play the Wii? i used to, not so much anymore. 116. Are you listening to music right now? i was but now i’m watching a twitch stream. 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? yesssss. 118. Do you like Chinese food? certain types make me sick but for the most part yes. 119. Favourite book? the entire Maximum Ride series. 120. Are you afraid of the dark? not really? 121. Are you mean? really only if people are mean to me. 122. Is cheating ever okay? no. never. 123. Can you keep white shoes clean? for a while, all shoes inevitably get dirty. 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? yes. 125. Do you believe in true love? yes. 126. Are you currently bored? somewhat. 127. What makes you happy? drawing, writing, talking to people that care about me. 128. Would you change your name? if i could get my full first name shortened to my nickname that’d be good enough for me. 129. What your zodiac sign? capricoooooorn. 130. Do you like subway? sweet onion chicken teriyaki all the way. 131. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? tell him i have a boyfriend and that he should have said something like a year and a half ago lmfao. 132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? pretty sure i was asked this too? but yeah, aidan. 133. Favourite lyrics right now? “i am so homesick for someone that i never knew/ i am so homesick now for someplace that i’ll never be” 134. Can you count to one million? it’ll take forever, but yeah. 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? i’ve told a bunch of stupid fucking lies holy shit. 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? closed. 137. How tall are you? 5′6″, i’m short. 138. Curly or Straight hair? wavy. 139. Brunette or Blonde? dirty blonde. 140. Summer or Winter? winter. 141. Night or Day? night 142. Favourite month? october. 143. Are you a vegetarian? absolutely not. 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? milk and white. 145. Tea or Coffee? tea. 146. Was today a good day? surprisingly, yes. 147. Mars or Snickers? you’re asking mars or mars. snickers, though. 148. What’s your favourite quote? as corny as it is, i love “don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” 149. Do you believe in ghosts? definitely. 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “Up!” - The Lake House

#here you go sara #cutesymikey

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One of Three - Chapter 6

One of Three Chapter 6 – Blood of the Lamb

"Look at this one, what were yer parents doin' letting ye sunbathe?"

Exasperated Sera rinsed off the last dish putting it in the drainer as she leaned over to the table to look at the picture. It was her around age six, beaming at the camera, during one of the times they spent at her grandparents' house on the lake and yes, she was pretty much naked except for the frilly swim bottoms she wore.

"We were building sandcastles, okay, why are you interested in looking through all of these anyways?"

She had taken a nap before the boys had arrived, and with her giving them a key not too long ago had let themselves in. With her asleep it seemed to be an invitation to rummage through her things, finding the photo albums. She hadn't seen the harm in it at first, but being the third album in she wanted to yank the thing from them.

"Ye were just adorable lass, still are, but ye had those chipmunk cheeks back then."

Murphy puffed his own out to demonstrate, earning a halfhearted slap to the shoulder.

"One of these days I'll go through your things and find some embarrassing pictures of you."

Connor piped in then, chin propped in a cocky manner on his hand. "'Fraid not, you'd have ta go ta Ireland fer that, our Ma's the only one with all our family pictures."

She shrugged. "I wouldn't mind a trip there. I've thought about going recently."

"If ye think they grow 'em like us you'd be wrong love."

"No, Mr. Arrogance, I was being weird and had other reasons."

Murphy's interest was taken away from the pictures hearing that. "And what weird reasons were they?"

She clammed up on that, she wasn't sure why she mentioned it; it was odd coming about after her sister died, and she had gotten cryptic looking into everything macabre. She busied herself with fixing them some coffee, decaf, or she would never sleep later. Getting the cups down she started to put in some sugar when a large hand stilled her smaller one. Seeing the ink of AÉQUITAS, she didn't need to look up to know whose hand it was. 'Justice,' was that even real anymore?

"Aingeal? Seraphine?"

She shook her head, putting on a smile. "It's silly. It doesn't matter."

"Of course it matters, mean something ta you. Come on, Conn and me are from there, we can give ye the goods on it."

"Neither of you will laugh?"

They looked to one another before back at her. "Course not, love."

"I wanted to go to Doolin –"

Murphy thumbed his lips before interrupting. "Doolin? Ain't nothing down there, tourist trap s'all it is."

Connor hissed from the table in German. "Hast du deine Zunge eine verdammte Sekunde und lass sie sprechen?" (Will you hold your tongue a fucking second and let her speak?)

Murphy gave his twin a disgruntled look but kept silent turning back to her.

"Like I said it's silly."

"Ignore him, ár milis, he shoots off his gun before it's cocked. Come on and tell us." (Our sweet)

She did and in a single breath. "I was reading up on the Celts and during Halloween they have something called the 'between years,' and the people of Doolin reported more experiences with it than anywhere else. But basically, the Celts thought the different planes of existence became thin and I just –"

Yeah, she sounded crazy.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, knowing it was Connor. "Ye mean the time when the dead could come back for the night? Ye wanted to talk to yer family there?"

She flexed a hand on the counter, nodding sadly. "I know it sounds insane."

Murphy came closer then. "No, it doesn't. If ye want ta go ta Ireland we'd be happy ta go along with you. But ye know that you can talk ta them anytime, don'tcha? God'll let them hear ye."

She swiped at her face, knowing her eyes were welling. She peeked on each side of her, seeing the beads that they always wore.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not like you two. Not anymore, haven't been on speaking terms with God lately."

"Understandable. He's there though, when yer ready."

Murphy's eyebrows shot up. "She could go with us to Mass this Sunday."

Her heart clenched. It was a sweet, them being pious yet to include her in their beliefs – it was touching. But…

"I really appreciate the thought, but don't think I'm allowed to guys."

Connor's arm went around her shoulders. "And why is that love?"

She stared above them towards the ceiling. "Well…I don't know your rules about it, but I doubt I'm really allowed to go in there, and if I were to go by what I was taught the avodah zadah would stop me, but since –"

Murphy held a hand up. "The hell ye talkin' about, Sera?"

She shrugged meekly. "I'm Jewish guys."

Connor jerked his arm away as if it caught fire holding his hand to his chest and staggered backwards before falling to the floor.

Her nose crinkled in annoyance. "Oh, you're so funny, I don't know the Catholic stance on these things, and just because I'm not as familiar with God as I once was doesn't mean I forgot what I was taught."

Connor jumped up from the floor moving towards her, Sera dodging his arm as she took her coffee to the living room. Murphy made sure to give her some distance and sat at the other end of the couch.

"He was only joking around, love, we kind of already knew ye were of the Jewish faith."

Her brow arched. "How?"

Murphy shrugged looking at Connor who took the recliner. "Well, there's yer last name, the fact that ye won't cook or eat any bacon, and we found those little candlesticks in one of yer boxes."

"It's called a menorah, and you two need to quit rambling through things."

"Can't help but be curious, lass, it's in our nature."

"How would you feel if I went through your things?"

The twins gave each other a glance before laughing, Murphy, getting bolder scooted closer.

"You can go right ahead on that, but I'm afraid all our possessions are direct in the open so there's not mystery to us, croí milis." (Sweetheart)

Connor let his elbows lean on his knees, letting his body bend towards her. "We ain't meaning nothing by all this, love, we respect yer faith, not trying to convert ye or anything of the like, just wanted to spend more time with you. Let ye see what we do, our inner working and all that."

She mulled that over, chewing the inside of her cheek. She knew they hadn't meant anything by it, turning to Murphy her hands reached out to pull the beads out from underneath his shirt, letting her fingers skim along the smooth wooden surface of the cross.

"And you still want to be friends, even if I don't believe in this? I know it's a big part of you both, I don't want to mess that up."

"Yer not messing nothing up! We've knew before now didn't we? Didn't change anything. It don't matter, Seraphine, we're just us, all right?"

She nodded at Connor, feeling Murphy's hands settle over hers as they still clutched his rosary.

"Besides, aingeal, I thought we were past being friends by now."

She eyed him, curious, before a wide grin broke on her face, and started mimicking their accents.

"Aye, suppose we is best friends by now, we are."

Both their mouths dropped open, causing her to giggle uncontrollably.

"Ye hearing this, Murph, she making fun of us there."

"Aye, can't let her –"

"Oh, aye!"

Murphy pinned her to the couch at the interruption, beginning to tickle her, Connor grabbing a pillow and pouncing on her with it. They were interrupted when Shep started barking at them, his teeth baring dangerously. Sera sat up quick, getting between her dog and the boys.

"Oh, no, boy, they're not trying to hurt me. Be good, and sit down now. There you go, good boy. Connor and Murphy are good, they're our friends, you know that."

She stroked his fur, letting his muscles loosen from the prepared fight.

"Sorry about that, love."

"It's not a big deal, I mean, it is…but I wouldn't let him hurt you guys."

Connor held his hand out, the ginger manner calming Shepherd enough to lick the finger. "Very protective of ye, yeah, that's a good pup. Gotta take care of our girl, we'll protect her too, help ye out there boy."

Her eyes went to linger on the floor, the words touching her more than they should. The tension in her was broke by Murphy's yawn.

"Gettin' late, isn't it?"

She crossed her arms. "Yeah, it is. I guess you boys will be headed home."

Connor nodded, picking up his and his brother's coat. "I suppose so, unless ye wanted ta have another impromptu sleepover with us, love."

Her cheeks flushed in surprise, remembering that night. "You both want to stay?"

Murphy stretched his arms, getting up from his spot. "Wouldn't mind it, best night sleep I had in a very long time, aingeal."

"Aye, got ta agree with Murph on that one."

She smiled. "I wouldn't mind, but you two don't have anything to wear in the morning."

They both started laughing.

"What's wrong with what we got on?"

"You wore it all day today, isn't that a reason?"

"Ah, love, real men don't worry about things like that."

But that sounded kind of gross to her. She looked back to see if Murphy agreed with that but he was already gone. "He's already taking up his spot on the bed."

"He must be really tired, I'm sure you both are with what you do."

"S'not too bad, love, honest work, get free cuts of meat sometimes, been meaning ta bring some to ye. Shall we get to bed?"

"Would you want me to wash your pants and shirts for the morning?"

"No, told ya, no need to worry on that."

She let him steer her towards the bedroom, sighing as they did. "Some of the things men do."

She got her pajamas making her way to the door, hearing Connor behind her.

"Not like we'll wear the same underwear tomorrow."

"What, you got spare ones in your coat?"

Murphy leant up from the pillow. "Course not, just won't wear none."

She was glad they couldn't see her blush.

She was sleeping so well, her mind a blank sheet until a ringing roused her. Ringing? She blinked, trying to comprehend the sound. It's not the doorbell, so it must be – the phone. Shit, it was probably Sapph, and after not hearing from him the past few weeks she'd become livid to get some news from him.

Twisting herself from the limbs that circled her she dropped off the bottom of the bed to get to the phone.

"Hello?"

"What took you so damn long to answer?"

She sat on the couch relieved to hear his voice, no matter how irritated he sounded.

"I was sleeping for once."

"Oh."

"I know, surprising isn't it?"

There was a pause on his end. "You sound different."

Her lips parted in thought. "How so?"

"You seem cheerful, happy."

She thought on the past few months, and smiled. "I guess I am, kind of weird, might take me some time to readjust. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Any more walls?"

"None lately, which is good."

Suddenly a female voice could be heard on the other line, Sera couldn't hear but the pitch in the woman's voice let her know she had been more than familiar with her brother.

"You sure you haven't been against a wall?"

"Oh, fuck off."

She could hear the mirth in his voice.

"I've missed this."

The drop in him hurt her. "Me too, I miss you."

"I think it'll be over soon. From what I can tell it's been like working up a damn ladder and I'm about at the top."

"If you need me –"

"No."

"I don't want you hurt, please, I'd like for us to make somewhere home again. Together."

"And we will but I have –"

Shouting from her room blurred out what Sapph was going to say.

"The fuck ye touchin' me fer?"

"I wasn't trying to touch ye, you ass! I was tryin' to get comfortable."

"Well, ye can keep yer hands off me, ye prick, copin' a feel on yer own damn brother. Ma would roll over on that now."

She could help the small laugh erupting from her.

"Who the hell is that?"

The anger let her know her brother heard them as well.

"They're my friends, calm down."

"Friends? As in more than one? The fuck you got two guys over this late at night for?"

"We're having a sleepover."

She heard a scoff from the doorway, seeing two pairs of sleepy blue eyes pinning her.

"A sleepover? Are you kidding me right now?"

Murphy drifted over to the chair, digging his cigarettes out of his coat pocket.

"Who's bothering ye this late at night, love?"

Sapph voice raised an octave. "Love, huh? Why the hell's his voice like that?"

"They're Irish."

"Fucking Irish?"

There was another pause. "Are they fucking Catholics?"

She wiped her palm down her face. "Look, I just went through this earlier, I'm not doing it with you."

"They either are or they're not."

"They are. Doesn't matter."

"So you have two Catholic guys sleeping with you?"

"יא, סליפּינג איר דומבאַסס. מיר זענען נישט טאן עפּעס, און אויב מיר רע געגאנגען אַראָפּ אַז פאַרשילטן וועג ווי וועגן די מיידל אין די צימער מיט איר? וואָס האָן אמונה איז זי טייל פון?" (Yes, sleeping you dumbass. We weren't doing anything, and if we're going down that damn road how about the girl in the room with you? What fucking faith is she part of?)

"I don't want to fight with you."

"I don't either."

"Believe or not I want you safe too."

"I know that, they're good people, זיי ניטאָ ניט טייל פון אַז. (They're not part of that.)

"I want you to be careful."

"I am, you should be too."

"I am! I'll call you back when I find out something. It's been quiet there, but it doesn't mean you can stop being cautious."

"I know, I still am. Quit worrying."

"I will when this is over. Be safe, love you נומער צוויי." (Number two)

"I love you too, fucktard."

Clicking off the phone she dropped it on the coffee table before folding herself back on the couch cushions.

"Someone we should know, love?"

She blinked up at the boys. "That was Sapph. He was checking in with me. Sorry about the going off in Yiddish." Murphy clapped his knuckles together. "Take it he didn't care much fer us being here."

"Don't worry about him, talking to me about letting people I don't know stay the night and he's shacking up with some girl he probably just picked up. His double standards piss me off."

Connor took a puff from Murphy's cigarette before turning to her. "He's just lookin' out fer ye, aingeal. Don't know how I'd take it if I heard two men with my sister during these hours."

She scrubbed at her face getting up and grinned at them tiredly. "Think he was more scared I was doing something with a Catholic than a stranger."

Murphy nodded. "Aww, see where that fear was coming from before."

"Well, no, and yes. We were raised more in the old ways, more orthodox, but like you said, it doesn't matter. It's just us."

Connor gave a tender smile. "Still want yer brother ta like us if we were ta ever meet him."

She thought on it for a minute. "I think he would. All of you like jokes, are sweet, and you're all gross and wear the same clothes more than one day in a row. He's just got more on his mind. I think all that was an outlet, because, honestly, he never gave two damns about most of the teachings we had anyways. He wanted to vent."

"Is it anything we could help with, lass?"

She hoped not. "No, just old business, wouldn't mind going back to sleep though. My brother forgets some of us have real jobs."

Heading back in the bedroom she flopped in the middle of the bed, happy when two bodies pressed back against her.

"I broke up with Toby."

Sera choked on her coffee, Janine going further and spitting her soda onto the break room floor.

"You serious, Claudette?"

The little blonde nodded.

"I'm glad, you can do way better than him."

"Janine's right, I'm ecstatic you blew him off finally."

Claudette's eyes didn't leave her mug. "If neither of you liked him, why didn't you tell me?"

Janine shrugged. "Wasn't my business, sweetie."

"That, and I was afraid you'd ball up more, having someone else tell you what to do sometimes doesn't help and I figured you'd be more upset about it."

"You might be right. But it's over now, kind of feel like I can breathe for once."

"We should celebrate tonight."

"Could we do it another night maybe?"

They both looked surprised. "Wait you have plans for once?"

Claudette smiled. "It's with those two guys isn't it?"

"Two guys!"

It was Sera who were startled now. "How'd you know about them?"

The blonde looked almost smug. "They came by once, wanted to see you, but you were out on your field trip so I let them look at your classroom instead. I think they wanted to sit in for a lesson."

"Where the hell was I during this?"

Claudette shrugged at Janine before turning her eyes back to Sera. "If they have any more siblings or single friends let me know."

"Jesus, Claudette, when'd you get so forward?"

"Lord's name."

They turned to her.

"Sorry something I've been picking up. But I'll be sure to do that about the single guys."

Going back to her classroom, she grumbled to herself, she didn't know why she did that besides how often the guys said those words, God, soon she'd be crossing herself to the holy Trinity.

"Oh, come on, Rocco, just one."

"Ya got a lady right there with you."

They were playing pool, two on two, and though she was shit at it was glad Connor could pick up her slack. She sipped her Guinness, eyeing Rocco playfully.

"Wouldn't mind to hear a joke either, or maybe you're not as funny as the boys say you are."

A resounding echo of ooooh's came from the two, egging their friend on. Finally breaking, Rocco held his hands up, shaggy hair flying.

"Alright fine, but you get offended, it's not my fault."

"Fair enough."

"Okay, let's see. A boy is sitting in the back of math class, obviously not paying any attention, when the teacher calls his name.

"Yeah teach?" he replies.

"If there are three ducks on a fence and you shoot one of them with a shotgun, how many are left?"

The boy answers. "Well, teach, if I shoot one of them with a shotgun, the loud noise is gonna make them all fly off."

"No, there will be two left if you shoot one with a shotgun, but I like the way you're thinking."

The boy goes on to ask. "Well, teach, I've got a question for you... There are three women that come out of an ice-cream parlor, one is biting her ice-cream cone, one is licking it, and one is sucking on it. Which one is married?"

"Well, uh, gee, I guess the one that's sucking on the ice cream."

The boy replies. "No teach, the one that has the wedding ring on her finger, but I like the way you're thinking!"

All the boys eyes go to Sera for her reaction, she stared them down before letting a snorted laugh escape.

"Oh, so the girl does have some taste! Was worried about that since you've been hanging out with these two."

The twins' rebuttal was two punches in the arm for Rocco, who laughed as he gulped down his beer. She thought of Claudette then. Rocco wasn't single but like her was in a bad relationship. Yeah, they were very different, but different could be good, right? She wasn't going to mention the idea until talking to the guys to see what they thought. But she thought it might work for both of them. Like peanut butter and jelly.

She went to Doc to grab another beer, when she felt Connor stop her. "Already had yer two didn'tcha, aingeal?"

"Are you cutting me off, Mr. MacManus?"

"I think so, love, got ye nice and bubbly, no need ta make it worse tonight."

"It's still early."

"Aye, but ye have work in the morning, now don'tcha?"

She poked a finger in his chest, a little distracted by the lack of yield it had. She was more than tipsy. He grabbed her hand, fingers brushing over the top.

"How about I walk ye home?"

"What about Murphy?"

"He's fine, look at him!"

He was, laughing with Rocco, slamming his pint on the bar.

"Yeah, I guess I should go home while I'm still capable of walking."

"Right ye are love, gotta know yer limits."

"Hey, I'm trying to let you be right and be responsible here."

"A good choice ye made on that too, here I got yer coat."

Walking became more of a chore than she thought it'd be, tipping over and stumbling into Connor every few feet. At the first intersection he decided to wrap his arm around her to steady her. She put her hand on his.

"How are you always warm?"

"It's the Irish in our blood lass, boils us."

"Lucky this time of year, it's supposed to snow again."

"Will a lot before the year is up, it'll be a white Christmas or Hanukkah fer you. Ye gonna let me and Murph light a little candle?"

She laughed. "I didn't really think about it this year, I don't know if I'll get it out or not."

"Ye should. S'pposed to symbolize about their oil wasn't it? That it lasted that many days but only had so much?"

She was caught by surprise. "Yes, the basics of it. How'd you know?"

"Was curious, asked about it? We could do both together, if ye wanted."

She was used to Murphy getting nervous every now and again, but to see Connor looking at her fear and doubt in him she wrapped her arm around his middle.

"I'd like that. I was going to get you guys something anyways. Maybe I'll make latkes, you Irish like potatoes right?"

He grinned. "Love 'em, might want something sweeter with that though."

"I'll think of something."

They approached her building, and Sera let herself lean up against it.

"Well, here ye are love."

"Aren't you –"

She felt his hand, then a chilled pair of lips on her own frozen warms, both sets heating instantly. Every breath she had in her whooshed out at the touch letting herself fall into him. She caught his bottom lip between her own, Connor began to hum, the vibrations tickling her and making her gasp giving the perfect opportunity for him to slip his tongue inside. Her head was reeling but she pulled back, and if Connor hadn't had her she would've fell to the sidewalk.

"We can't –"

He looked hurt. "Why not, love, I thought we –"

"I do, but…I do with Murphy as well. I care about you both, and I can't choose one and put a rift up for you both. I can't do that to you, you two belong by each other's side. You both mean too much to me to do that."

Connor rubbed his neck, a smile playing on his face.

"Please don't be angry."

He looked a bit aghast on that. "Not mad, aingeal, happy actually. Murph will be too."

"I don't understand."

"Murph and I are close."

She snorted. "I know that."

"I know ye do, and we know with yer own siblings ye understand that a look or a touch can be all it takes to communicate with each other. That ye know the closeness of sharing the same womb with someone is more than just a simple friendship. I do everything with me brother, talk about everything, experience everything…share everything."

She did understand, that close intimacy between her and her brother and sister; the wonderful connection at being fully understood without having to utter a single syllable, and also knowing the ridicule that could go behind it there had been plenty of fights with Sapph's girlfriends about that. Always pissed off that they were rejected on one occasion or another so he could spend time with her and Selene, rumors start, and though it hurt her seeing, her sister's eyes go wide at the accusations the sting from her friends whispering about her. Sera got even with them, especially that one haughty bitch who kicked him in the nuts. She could imagine how it was for Connor and Murphy and their closeness, the words whispered about them. But what Connor said.

"Share?"

"Aye, love."

"You want to share me?"

He shrugged timidly, like a little boy afraid of getting in trouble.

"Is that something you both really want?"

"S'not just us, it's about what you want too, aingeal."

She looked up from the ground to see the anxiety still on Conner's face. Did she want to be with two men? Two men that were sweet, funny, considerate? That wasn't really the question of it.

"I'm just not sure how it would work."

"We'd figure it out."

"Have you and Murphy been in this kind of relationship before?"

His eyes didn't move from hers for a long time before he sighed and dropped them.

"Not the kind we want with you. A few one night things, yeah, but nothing with any meaning to it. A little story to it, love, this isn't something we think about on a whim, Murph and me, we decided when we were tiny that we wanted someone to care for us the same, someone who'd understand us the same, who'd love us the same. Seemed to fit that it'd be just one person."

"And you've never found someone who could do that? I kind of want to ask how dense the girls you talk to are."

Connor laughed, and Sera was glad the crinkled corners were back. "I s'ppose they are, there's been a few occasions where we thought we found someone. Many a time it turns out they thought they were getting us to backstab the other."

"I'm sorry you both had to go through that."

"I'm not, if we hadn't gone through all that we wouldn't have found ye."

She flushed. "I still don't understand why you'd both want me."

He came closer then, letting his arms cage her in, his palms laying on the building.

"Already told ye, aingeal stór, ye understand, and we understand you. And ye being funny, smart, artistic, patient enough to put up with us, and beautiful as hell is a topper." (Darling angel)

His hand on her cheek made her eyes go back to his, and with her breath hitching she leaned forward to brush her lips across his. The sound he made caused her shiver to go through her.

"That a yes?"

She smiled, shyness still evident. "That's a let's sleep and we'll all talk about it after work tomorrow."

Connor's thumb caressed her chin. "'Fraid if I went up there with ye, I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Ye got me wired tonight, girl, been waiting to kiss ye fer a while now, and having to wait fer yer answer. I'd be sure to keep ye up."

She blushed, kind of hoping to be kept up for different reasons.

"So, does that mean I'll see you tomorrow."

"Oh, you can bet on that, lass, Murph and I will meet ye as soon as we clock out."

Their foreheads touched, his nose gliding down the bridge of hers before his lips touched her one last time.

"We'll see you tomorrow, aingeal."

"I'll be waiting."

Her heart was pounding, happiness in her veins that even the elevator being broken didn't bother her. She was able to march the stairs, oblivious to everything until she entered her floor. She didn't notice anything at first but the smell. It was tangy, rusty, like licking on a coin or one of those batteries that would shock her tongue, then Shep moved forward tugging her to the other side of the hall seeing the apartment adjacent from hers was cracked open. Shep whined.

"Hello? Your door's open!"

Battling with herself she let her fingertips push the door the rest of the way, the home dark inside. The tenant was probably in a rush and left it open. Shep nudged her forward brushing past her.

"Shep!"

Moving aimlessly through the dark home she continued to call for her dog, God, she could get arrested because of her dog. She saw his outline in the kitchen.

"Shep, come on boy."

He continued to whine, unmoving. She heard a gurgling then, and against her better judgement she came further in, letting her hand find a switch to find the source of the sound. The light hurt her eyes at first and she blinked to see, coming with a lot of red. The floor was covered in blood, leading to a thick puddle under a chair, a woman tied to it, her throat sliced open so badly it looked like her head could be flipped off her body. The woman's eyes were bulging, the gurgling coming through the gag in her mouth. The rise and fall in her chest told Sera she was alive.

But then she was smelling chlorine, a swimming pool, and Sera tried to inch back to the door. Her fingers started twitching, the onset of fear, it wasn't good, this couldn't happen now. She had to get inside her apartment. Her throat was closing, her mouth dry, the twitching in her hands getting worse. Her legs locked, buckling right outside the bloodied woman's home as Shep ran behind her to break her fall. Her heart was palpitating. The button he was trained to push wasn't here it was inside her own apartment. And she wasn't able to use her cell, her eyes began blinking rapidly.

Shit, why she spasming like that?

Like a death rattle, don't worry about it.

But it only felt like dying, having no control over what was happening to her, she was able to roll over before the rest of her body went rigid. Gurgling escaping her own throat as she drooled out the excess saliva collecting in her mouth.

You sure she's dead?

Yeah, look how still she is.

That's unfortunate, was hoping to have a little fun with them before we finished them off.

Not dead, only lucky then. The seizure saving her life. Her eyes looked up seeing red splattered along the tops of the rest of the doors. Her mind went to her dad reading to them.

And the blood shall be to you for a token upon the houses where ye are: and when I see the blood, I will pass over you, and the plague shall not be upon you to destroy you, when I smite the land of Egypt.

And before she lost consciousness she was able to see that no blood had been painted over the dying woman's door.

#the boondock saints #boondock saints #connor macmanus #murphy macmanus #connor and murphy macmanus #ocs #my oc #chapter 6 #violence

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Tori <3

2. Are you outgoing or shy? Shy af

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? Nobody atm

4. Are you easy to get along with? I'd like to think so

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Of course

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Kind, funny people.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? No.

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Nope.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Bec.

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? Yeah, that's cool.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Someone you loved - Lewis Capaldi

Grace - Lewis Capaldi

Let you love me - Rita Ora

Sweet but psycho - Ava Max

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes please.

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Yes.

23. Do you have trust issues? Yes.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Brushing my teeth 👌🏻

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? The whole part.

26. What do you do when you wake up? Brush my teeth.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Darker.

28. Who are you most comfortable around? Myself.

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yes.

30. Do you ever want to get married? Yes.

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? So many 😂 mainly Jason Momoa & Kate Winslet.

33. Spell your name with your chin. Ģuko8r. Nailed it.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yes.

37. What do you say during awkward silences? Nothing. 😂

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Me lol

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Typo, Zing

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? No.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? Literally nothing.

43. Do you smile at strangers? Always.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Bottom of the ocean.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? My bladder.

46. What are you paranoid about? People leaving.

47. Have you ever been high? Yes.

48. Have you ever been drunk? Yes.

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Nope 😂

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Black.

51. Ever wished you were someone else? So often.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? My self esteem.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? Suspended for fighting.

62. Been arrested? For what? No.

63. Ever been in love? Yes.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? It was under the slide in kindergarten.

65. Are you hungry right now? No.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? No.

67. Facebook or Twitter? Facebook.

68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr.

69. Are you watching tv right now? Yes.

70. Names of your bestfriends? Bec, Tori, Leesha.

71. Craving something? What? Cuddles.

72. What colour are your towels? Tan.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? No.

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? I think 5.

75. Favourite animal? Dog.

76. What colour is your underwear? Grey.

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Coffee or chocolate.

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Blue.

80. What colour pants? Grey.

81. Favourite tv show? So many. Friends probably.

82. Favourite movie? So so so many.

87. First person you talked to today? Tori.

88. Last person you talked to today? The day isnt over yet.

89. Name a person you hate? No thanks.

90. Name a person you love? So many 💜

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Yes.

95. Last movie you watched? Abducted in plain sight.

96. Favourite actress? So many. Maybe Meryl Streep.

97. Favourite actor? Too many.

99. Have any pets? Yes.

100. How are you feeling? Tired.

101. Do you type fast? Yes.

102. Do you regret anything from your past? Theres no point in regrets.

103. Can you spell well? Yep. Not with my chin apparently.

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Yep.

108. What should you be doing? Sleeping.

109. Is something irritating you right now? My tiredness.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Yes.

111. Do you have trust issues? Oh yes.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Bec.

113. What was your childhood nickname? Chook.

119. Favourite book? The Perks of Being A Wallflower

122. Is cheating ever okay? Absolutely not.

125. Do you believe in true love? Yes.

127. What makes you happy? My pup.

129. What your zodiac sign? Pisces.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Bec.

133. Favourite lyrics right now? Now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all..

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? 'I got hit with a golfball' to cover up a hickey 😂

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northshoregadgets · 7 years

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Dug Up at Dogster: Give Back and Have Some Fun Too at a Dog Benefit Event

Love dogs? Want to give back but don’t have tons of time or energy? Need to spend more time with your own dog? Try combining getting out with your dog and giving back to dogs together. It’s not something we’ve done since moving to Charlotte, so I thought I’d try to find a fun dog benefit event.

We heard the dog rescue Long Trails to Happy Tails was having a fundraising contest at a local dog bar, Lucky Dog Bar and Brew. OK, this sounded like something we could do. So we decided to enter our dog, Tampa Bay. There were three categories: Best Strut, Best Smile and Best Outfit. Tampa isn’t much of a strutter, so that left of us with two categories, and my husband signed us up.

Best Smile? Well, Tampa would win or not. He’s got a huge under bite, which scares non-dog people. Dog people think it’s cute. As for Best Outfit, Tampa has a whole closet full thanks to him modeling for me and all the magazines I’ve worked for over the years. He was getting groomed that day at our favorite doggie boutique, so I decided to get him something fresh and settled on Hawaiian shorts and a t-shirt. We had a small green dog hat at home to complete the ensemble.

Lucky Dog Bark and Brew is an indoor/outdoor dog park with beer. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Inside the Lucky Dog Bark and Brew, a dog bar in Charlotte, NC

We set off to the Lucky Dog Bark and Brew in Charlotte. I’ve never been to a dog bar before and wasn’t sure how Tampa would react. He does pretty well around dogs (with a little over-sniffing) when his dog brother Justice isn’t around. We’d also invited my cousin and his wife, plus their rescue dog, Lottie.

The parking lot and run-off lot were both full when we go there. Hmm, popular place. We parked down the street and waited outside the bar next to a big fenced-in outdoor area, where people sat around a patio with drinks and the dogs romped around, running up and down the dog ramp that sat in the middle. There were dogs of all shapes and sizes, running around having the time of their lives. Tampa cautiously sniffed the air and watched the dogs running around with big eyes. Once my cousin Grant, his wife Jenn and their dog Lottie got there, we introduced the two dogs, who hadn’t met before. Quick sniff and Lottie was done, but Tampa sniffed her with great interest.

My cousin Grant, his wife Jenn and their sweet rescue dog Lottie joined my husband Scott, Tampa Bay and me. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

At the door, we had to show our IDs (only 21 and older allowed) and sign some sort of waiver/list of rules. No toys or food of any kind were allowed. That made sense, as we don’t need resource guarding issues. Plus, any aggressive dogs would be asked to leave. All dogs needed to be up-to-date on shots and fixed. Check and check.

Lucky Dog’s house rules say you don’t need a dog to enter, you just need to love dogs. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Dog bar etiquette

I looked at Tampa, who seemed to be taking it all in, very calmly. Whew! Next, we registered for the contest. On the table sleeping was the cutest puppy up for adoption. (He was just one of the cute puppies there up for adoption.) My husband, Scott, was immediately smitten, and I looked at him and said, “No.” (We already have four pets.)

A sweet puppy looking for a forever home takes a nap during the event. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Of course, a woman with a very energetic, not-quite-adult dog came up to the registration. She didn’t have great control over her dog and he kept trying to run up to Tampa. Like many older dogs, Tampa isn’t a big fan of energetic puppies jumping all over him. I kept pulling him away and the dog kept pulling toward us. Uh oh, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I got a little worried. I shouldn’t have been.

We took Tampa and Lottie away from the puppy and walked through the bar. It was amazing. There were leashed dogs everywhere, mostly medium to large dogs. You had to keep the dogs leashed inside the bar, but there were two indoor dog areas where they could be off leash (one for big dogs, one for small) and the outside off-leash area we had seen before. Dogs were not allowed to be on leash in the off-leash areas. Every exit/entrance had two sets of doors, so dogs could not get one from one area to another — which they did try. There were always dogs at the doors trying to sneak by.

We spent a good hour walking around, letting our dogs greet other dogs. Grant took Lottie to the off-leash indoor area, but Tampa hadn’t been to a dog park in awhile (he could take them or leave them) so we kept him on leash with us. He seemed to enjoy it, although he would watch from behind my legs at times, but no trembling or crying, which he does when he’s scared. I took Tampa all around exploring. One time, I spotted Scott with a sleeping puppy on his shoulder. He looked at me across the room. I shook my head no.

None of the dogs cared about the rain but continued to play chase in the outside off-leash bar area. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

A big rain shower hit while we were there. It didn’t faze the outdoor dogs at all. They continued to run around playing chase, water and all.

The big contest — and the winners are…

Tampa Bay wore Hawaiian pants, a t-shirt and a green cap in an effort to win Best Outfit. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Soon it was time for the big contest. We quickly put Tampa in his outfit, and he didn’t even try to throw his hat off! Usually I have to bribe him with a treat to not do that! We had stiff competition, especially when I saw the Pit Bull wearing a bikini.

Sure enough, the sweet Pit Bull won for Best Outfit. A dog with only three legs won for Best Strut — and that dog knew how to strut. But Tampa won for Best Smile. He got a crown and plenty of applause. We were so proud of him!

Tampa came home with the crown for Best Smile! Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

It was a great afternoon. I’ve not seen that many large dogs in one place before, even in the dog parks in California. Big dogs are alive and well in Charlotte! I couldn’t even count them. The rescue made some money for a good cause, and the dogs got to play while the humans enjoyed some of the local beers. And the puppies up for adoption? They had people fawning over them all day and I believe they all had people who were going to submit paperwork to adopt them. All in all, a good day. I’ll have to search for more giveback doggie events to do.

Have you ever been to a dog benefit or dog event with your pup in tow? Tell us in the comments!

Stay tuned for more from Executive Editor Melissa Kauffman on Dogster.com’s Dug Up at Dogster column and on social media with #DogUpatDogster.

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stiles-wtf · 7 years

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Dug Up at Dogster: Give Back and Have Some Fun Too at a Dog Benefit Event

Lucky Dog Bark and Brew is an indoor/outdoor dog park with beer. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Inside the Lucky Dog Bark and Brew, a dog bar in Charlotte, NC

My cousin Grant, his wife Jenn and their sweet rescue dog Lottie joined my husband Scott, Tampa Bay and me. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Lucky Dog’s house rules say you don’t need a dog to enter, you just need to love dogs. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Dog bar etiquette

A sweet puppy looking for a forever home takes a nap during the event. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

None of the dogs cared about the rain but continued to play chase in the outside off-leash bar area. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

A big rain shower hit while we were there. It didn’t faze the outdoor dogs at all. They continued to run around playing chase, water and all.

The big contest — and the winners are…

Tampa Bay wore Hawaiian pants, a t-shirt and a green cap in an effort to win Best Outfit. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Tampa came home with the crown for Best Smile! Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Have you ever been to a dog benefit or dog event with your pup in tow? Tell us in the comments!

Stay tuned for more from Executive Editor Melissa Kauffman on Dogster.com’s Dug Up at Dogster column and on social media with #DogUpatDogster.

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hardyimagines · 5 years

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Farewell

Could I request a one shot where Bob or Tommy are walking the reader back him after their first date? Maybe they share their first kiss @ it starts to rain at the end? Thank you! @wheresthewater

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“Well,” The hoarse voice belonging to your date filled the air, joining in with the wind that whipped harshly around the two of you. “I think the sun’s finally going down.” He commented quietly. His hands planted against the tabletop firmly, a sturdy surface for him to lean against as he hunched over to retrieve the leash that was securely tied around the picnic table that the pair of you had been sat at.

The sky in the distance had red’s, orange’s, and yellow’s dancing vibrantly across the length of it. The color’s clashed and collided, mingling to create an array of beautiful scenery. The bench you were perched on was beginning to grow uncomfortable, but that was expected after sitting there for hours. Today had been a great day — a great date. The man who’d spent the last 5 hours making you giggle until your throat hurt and smile until your cheeks ached was knelt in the dirt, adjusting the collar that encircled his pup’s neck.

His name was Bob. He had shaggy brown locks that always seemed to be messy. The back was always impossible to brush down for the strands would eventually stick out here and there. He was dressed down in a navy blue coat and some jeans, the marshmallow which matched his denim probably wouldn’t have looked good on anybody else, but he wore it very well. He had stubble along the length of his cheeks and jaw and some fur on his neck. Thicker strands of hair covered his upper lip and chin. It suited him very nicely. His full pink lips were drawn upward into an evident curve, so sweet to stare at as he cooed to the mutt that kept leaping up and on to his knee. His dog’s name was Rocco, and because Bob had only recently become the owner of the animal, you figured that the dog park was the perfect place to go for a first date. It meant all there was to do was talk — and talking seemed to be something incredibly easy for the pair of you. Your eyes followed the man as he stood up completely. The soles of his boots dug into the mud, blue eyes drifting from Rocco, to the leash he held, before lifting to you as you rose up from your seated position.

“Ready to go?” He inquired, knuckles tightening around the lead so Rocco couldn’t break free as he desperately tried to. He tugged and tugged and tugged but Bob knew that if the mutt got the chance, he’d take off and this was a dangerous place to do that. The road was far too close — a very poor placement. You nodded your head in response to his question, but he could see the reluctance on your face and disappointment in your gaze over the date coming to a close. He was going to ask you out again though, he was just waiting until he had a chance to escort you home. The man’s fingers were warm as they brushed over your own. His thick digits were double the size of yours as you weaved your hand to fit snugly inside his. The pair of you made your way toward the park’s exit. He undid the hatch which enclosed the pair of you in the fence and smoothly opened the door. You slipped out, hand still locked around his own, and led him toward the sidewalk. The pavement was covered in fallen twigs, scattered pebbles, and crumpled leaves. You narrowly avoided stepping on the rocks, tip of your boot instead kicking them so they bounced along the path before rolling off to the side and disappearing into the tall blades of grass.

The walk was quiet, neither of you too fixed on ruining the peaceful silence. Birds tweeted softly in the surrounding trees. The sun faded in the distance. Rocco trotted along in front of the pair of you, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he happily made his way down the sidewalk. He didn’t know where to go, but the soft tugs of guidance from Bob were very helpful. Bob didn’t know where he was going either, he was just following you. His hand tightened around your own in the slightest so he could hold your hand more securely. You looked up at him with a slow smile before inhaling deeply.

“I had a really good time today.” You informed him, fingertips lazily caressing his own. “And I’m really glad you finally asked me out.” Months of being his cashier had finally paid off. He came to the grocery store three times a week and bought too many of the same items. It was painfully obvious his constant visits were merely excuses to see you, so you’d mustered up the courage and had visited him at the bar he worked at. Your little burst of bravery had been very nice to have because he’d shown up at the grocery store the following day with a stutter and an urge to ask you out. It took him a few minutes, but he managed. And now, he wasn’t nearly as shy as the fellow who’d asked you out on this date.

The man at your side was charming, funny, talkative. He was dangerously good looking. So kind and caring. He’d offered you his jacket probably a hundred times and though at times you’d wanted to say yes, you couldn’t, because then he’d be cold. Bob was very alert. He was attentive and you loved it. If you shivered, you bet he’d haul that coat off his shoulders and drape it over yours without even asking. Leading him toward the darker part of the city, your head rolled to the side to find his strong arm.

“I hope that you’ll let me take you out again?” He spoke up, voice much more hesitant than it had been seconds ago. There was no instant response from you. Only the sound of your shoes padding against the cement alongside his and the soft patter of the pup’s feet. Your brows twitched, as if you were thinking on your answer.

The street lights in this part of the town were nonexistent. And since the sun was long gone now, it was practically impossible to see but because you’d done this walk too many times to count, you didn’t need the guidance from the bright bulb. You had the walk memorized. Turning down an alley, you nuzzled into him further. “Let me think about it.” Your response was breathy, a teasing atmosphere surrounding the short sentence. Bob couldn’t help the twitch of his lips. He knew you’d say yes, the date had been amazing — he thought. A very small light twinkled above your door step. It wasn’t exactly blinding, but it lit up the wooden walkway. You came to a halt at the foot of the stairs before crouching down so you could love on Rocco. “Bye buddy.” You cooed before kissing his wet nose. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again sometime, mh?” Your lips repeatedly pressed to different parts of the animal’s fur and Bob couldn’t help but shift in anticipation. A bubble of warmth floated around in his belly, alerting the man that you would in fact kiss him the same way if he grew some balls and made the first move. He cleared his throat before shoving his hands into the deep pockets of his trousers. He continued to watch you bid the pup goodnight.

“Do I get the same farewell?” His question sounded much braver. Lifting your gaze to him, the twitch of your brows asked him if he was serious. Rising from your squatting position, you laid your hands on your hips and stared up at the bloke.

“Rocco has been kissing me all night, every chance he’s been given, so..” You pulled your lips in innocently before releasing them so you could smile. “It’s up to you what happens from here.” Your lashes fluttered, shimmering orbs running along his features and lingering on his lips. Internally you begged like a child for him to kiss you, but externally you wore a smug grin. Bob narrowed his eyes in the slightest before stepping toward you. His wife palm found your lower back, a very tender way for him to slowly guide you forward and into his arms. Gazing up at him, you set your hand on his chest, lazily drawing sloppy patterns on the front of the plaid.

“I’ll kiss you.” He whispered, warm breaths mingling with your own. “If you’ll go on another date with me.” A sharp giggle left your lips before you lifted your other arm and locked it around his shoulders.

“Oh, I’d be a fool if I said no.” You bit your bottom lip. Leaning in so that your nose brushed over his own, you giddily smiled before lifting your finger to trace his plump bottom lip. “Besides, I have a feeling that if I did say no, you’d show up at my workplace and attempt to serenade me.” Another giggle left your lips. It was music to his ears. His other hand joined his first, both encircling your hips before he tugged you forward and against him firmly.

“How did you know?” He teased. His nose lowered so that it skimmed your lips. He set you up for the sweet peck and you kissed the top of his nose without reluctance. Once you’d kissed his nose and he had pressed a sweet peck against your chin, he then lifted his face so that your mouths lined up perfectly. Eye to eye, Bob gazed at you with affection dancing in his gaze. A silence hung between the two of you as you caressed his chest, other hand fisted in the shoulder of his shirt. His hands lazily rubbed the length of your back as the two of you held eye contact. You let out a breathy sigh of enjoyment before leaning toward him when he began to near. His lips parted, opening in the slightest, and yours followed suit. Pressing his mouth against your own firmly, he drew the most pathetic, desire-filled whimper from your throat. His stomach twisted in knots, butterflies fluttering in the pit of his tummy. He drew you in even closer, a low groan of happiness escaping him. All this time he’d been thinking about what your kiss would feel like — taste like? It was soft. It was slow. He could tell you had no desire to rush. Your mouth was so satisfying — so deliciously inviting. He’d rather suffocate than give his lungs anymore oxygen. He knew they’d be craving it any minute, but he was going to drag this out until he was a panting mess. Your hand moved from his shoulder to his hair. Fisting your fingers in his brown locks, you kissed him even deeper, mouth opening wider, luring his to do the same. The pair of you stood there, mouths interlocked as Rocco circled the two of you. Your chest molded against his nicely, a secure place to rest your bodyweight while the kiss grew more and more passionate. Bob was beginning to back you up and you blindly climbed the steps. Your hand curled tighter in the front of his jacket, slight clumsy footsteps growing more and more frenzied, but as the two of you neared the door, Bob pulled back. He swallowed down the building lust and reminded himself that this was only the first date. He didn’t get very far before you tugged him back and kissed him again. He was practically kissing your wide smile, but it didn’t matter to him, he still enjoyed it. It was only when the sky opened and droplets of rain began to fall from the invisible clouds above that the kiss came to an end.

Water droplets hit you in the face, racing along your warm skin as you smiled up at the man. His hair was soon to be soaked, clothes just the same. Rocco was barking at the water that hit his fur, but his tail wagged at a very quick pace, a sign that he rather enjoyed the change in weather. Your lips hovered a few centimeters from Bob’s so when you spoke, your mingling breaths mingled even further.

“I’d invite you in, but.. I think I’d do a lot more than just kiss you.” You warned the man. “And we should save that for at least the second date.” You pressed your lips against his cheek and lingered in place before backing up so you were underneath the awning. Bob was still stood in the rain which feel increasingly harder over time. You were unsure how someone could look so good, but as you backed up and blindly inserted the key into the lock, you didn’t ponder the fact too much. All that mattered was the good looking fellow on your front porch was soon to be all yours.

“Goodnight, beautiful.” He called out before hunching over to lift Rocco. “I’ll see you soon.” His smile was one of assurance and confirmation. You tipped your head in the slightest before giving him a slow wave.

“Let me know when you make it home.. and..” The temptation to invite him inside was strong. He could at least wait until the rain stopped, but you both knew that if he came in for even a second, you’d be rolling around on the floor like lovers, a tangle of limbs bare and intertwined in front of the lit fire. “hurry so you don’t catch a cold.” Standing in the doorway that led to the warm, dry living room, you kicked off your shoes and gave him a look that said what you wouldn’t allow yourself to verbally. Bob knew what you wanted to offer, but he also knew it was wise to turn down. He waved to you, unbothered by the cold droplets that soaked his attire. The warmth in his chest and the thumping of his hammering heart was enough to keep him cozy on the journey home.

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#tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagine #bob saginowski x reader #bob saginowski imagine #the drop imagine

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jeffreyrwelch · 7 years

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Dug Up at Dogster: Give Back and Have Some Fun Too at a Dog Benefit Event

Lucky Dog Bark and Brew is an indoor/outdoor dog park with beer. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Inside the Lucky Dog Bark and Brew, a dog bar in Charlotte, NC

My cousin Grant, his wife Jenn and their sweet rescue dog Lottie joined my husband Scott, Tampa Bay and me. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Lucky Dog’s house rules say you don’t need a dog to enter, you just need to love dogs. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Dog bar etiquette

A sweet puppy looking for a forever home takes a nap during the event. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

None of the dogs cared about the rain but continued to play chase in the outside off-leash bar area. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

A big rain shower hit while we were there. It didn’t faze the outdoor dogs at all. They continued to run around playing chase, water and all.

The big contest — and the winners are…

Tampa Bay wore Hawaiian pants, a t-shirt and a green cap in an effort to win Best Outfit. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Tampa came home with the crown for Best Smile! Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Have you ever been to a dog benefit or dog event with your pup in tow? Tell us in the comments!

Stay tuned for more from Executive Editor Melissa Kauffman on Dogster.com’s Dug Up at Dogster column and on social media with #DogUpatDogster.

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Dug Up at Dogster: Give Back and Have Some Fun Too at a Dog Benefit Event

Lucky Dog Bark and Brew is an indoor/outdoor dog park with beer. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Inside the Lucky Dog Bark and Brew, a dog bar in Charlotte, NC

My cousin Grant, his wife Jenn and their sweet rescue dog Lottie joined my husband Scott, Tampa Bay and me. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Lucky Dog’s house rules say you don’t need a dog to enter, you just need to love dogs. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Dog bar etiquette

A sweet puppy looking for a forever home takes a nap during the event. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

None of the dogs cared about the rain but continued to play chase in the outside off-leash bar area. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

A big rain shower hit while we were there. It didn’t faze the outdoor dogs at all. They continued to run around playing chase, water and all.

The big contest — and the winners are…

Tampa Bay wore Hawaiian pants, a t-shirt and a green cap in an effort to win Best Outfit. Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Tampa came home with the crown for Best Smile! Photography by Melissa Kauffman.

Have you ever been to a dog benefit or dog event with your pup in tow? Tell us in the comments!

Stay tuned for more from Executive Editor Melissa Kauffman on Dogster.com’s Dug Up at Dogster column and on social media with #DogUpatDogster.

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