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julietta67

4 years ago

Moon Sick: part one

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Tovar x Reader

Summary: Looking for an escape from a festival to celebrate the Blue Moon, he finds you interrupting his peace and quite. (Sex Pollen with a twist)

Rating: M

Warnings: 18+ only, sex pollen/moon magic, oral sex (m+f), fingering, vaginal sex, implied age gap, grumpy jerk Tovar/ soft baby Tovar. You get that sweet and that sour!😆 also Reader is kind of stupid but we love her anyway lol.

A.N.: I feel like all my time spent reading Lisa See novels is finally paying off lol. This was inspired by @absurdthirst 's fic Xinjiāo (HOT. SO 🔥 ) and the dreamy fairy tail Tower of Roses by Rzrcrst

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If there was a 'right side of the bed' to wake up on, Tovar had yet to discover it. Today was no exception to his perpetual foul mood, made worse than ever by the fervor around him. The whole population of the wall was in an excited frenzy the past few days, it started at a simmer now it turned to a full boil. Some ridiculous festival was occurring tonight, something about the moon, peasant superstitions that he didn't give a damn about, he just wanted peace and quiet.

He reluctantly sat at the long tables in the feasting hall. Wanting to just take his congee to his chambers and escape the noise but he was pulled into a conversation with his strange companion, Ballard. Tovar shoveled his food in his mouth with the occasional grunt and grumble to show the man he was listening, though barely.

A loud eruption of celebratory drum beats began to echo through the air, causing the plates on the table to rattle and the din of conversation around him to escalate to cheers of the soldiers as they began banging on the table. Tovar could only swear and rub his temples, the noise doing his skull in.

"You're in a foul mood." Ballard rasped."More than usual I should say."

"These damn superstitious peasants, they'll find any reason to have a damn festival." Tovar spat.

"Like you dont enjoy a reason to drink and revel."

"I prefer to drink alone." A small fire cracker exploded on the other side of the hall causing more of a ruckus,"Saints above, one more noise and I swear-"

"Good morning!" You practically sang as you sat down next to Ballard, setting your breakfast down,"Did either of you see that sun rise this morning! I've never seen the sky so pink!" Tovar grummbled while rubbing his temples,"Oh! Ballard the eggs in the sparrows nest by my window finally hatched."

"Is that so?" Ballard said with a gentle grin, amused by Tovars mutterings in Spanish.

"Yup, five little baby birds. I cant think of a better wake up call than baby birds-"

"SHUT UP!" Tovar snapped, his hand slamming down on the table making the plates and you jump. He glared at you, the nostrils of his sharp nose flared, teeth gritted. Your mouth fell open as your wide eyes met his. "Its bad enough the constant noise around me, I'm not listening to you prattle on about your girlish childish nonsense."

You let out a scoff, brows furrowed as you were taken aback. He was always so mean to you, rude, dismissive. You always had tried to extend an olive branch, trying your best to give him a touch of kindness hopeing it'll make his hard shell soften. It was a useless persuit, you knew, but you held on to hope. You frowned, and took in a deep breath as you placed your hands on the table as you stood.

"You know, Tovar," you sighed, looking away from him. Your face turning warm, eyes stinging with tears you dare not shed in front of him, knowing he'd only taunt you for it."I dont know why I try with you." You nearly whispered as you gathered your food, and made your way to where The Cranes sat.

Tovar turned back to his food, his eyes glancing up to discreetly watch you as the other women eagerly made room for you. Ballard scowled at him.

"Now was that really necessary?" He asked.

Tovar chose to ignore him, as he ripped apart a red bean bun, and shoved it into his mouth, chewing it like a cow chewing cud. Ballard shook his head.

"Do you really wish for peace and quiet tonight?" He asked, and was met with a nod from Tovar, who surprisingly didnt speak with his mouth full. Ballard sighed and thought for a moment, pausing to briefly glance over his shoulder towards you, then back to Tovar. He leaned into the table," I know a place you can go tonight that will be as quiet as the grave."

Tovar's eyes went wide, as he desperately leaned in "Where? Where?"

"A small pond not far from here, maybe a half mile from the wall-"

"Your asking me to go back out there!?" Tovar scoffed as he pointed behind him, to where not even five months ago he was nearly torn to shreds by monsters.

Ballard sighed and rubbed his face,"The OTHER side of the Wall, Tovar."

Tovar's eyes shifted,"Oh, right."

"If you come to my chambers I'll show you exactly where on one of my maps."

"Do other people know of this place?"

"Oh yes, it's very well known, especially among women-"

"And how will I be 'alone' if it's well known?" Tovar grumbled," I want to be completely away from-" another fire cracker snapped followed by more hoots and hollers,"That." He spat.

"They think its cursed, or enchanted rather."

Tovar rolled his eyes and smirked, for once the superstitions of the people around him went in his favour. Ballard tried to warn him of the enchantments, but Tovar stopped him, not needing to know anymore. He was going to be in complete isolation this night and that was all that mattered.

That evening after the sun was completely set, before the moon fully rose, and the celebration began Tovar was already saddled up and ready. It was a short journey on horse back useing a lantern to read the map Ballard provided. He followed the old cobbled road that led from the gates of The Wall until he found the trail. It was a narrow worn dirt path most wouldn't even notice that cut into a thick patch of woods nestled between rocky clifs. The trees were so overgrown he had to dismount and lead his horse by the reign. He made his way by dim lamplight, ducking and nudging branches. A rustle in the overgrowth drew his attention, makeing him reach for his weapon, his horse whinned at the sudden stop. Before he could unsheath his dagger a fox scampered out of the tree line, it froze in the light of the lanturn before dissapering into the woods. He sheathed his knife with a smirk, laughing at himself for being startled by a harmless fox, and continued on. As we went further he tried to ignore the feeling he might have gotten lost, until he heard the sound of water running over stone, and a strong musky scent filled his lungs. The tree line thinned until he emerged on the other side. He had to stifle his gasp as he took in the sight before him; a beautiful moonlit oasis nesstled in the rocky terrain.

The moon shone bright and full in the clear sky, bathing the pond before him in heavenly blue light. Its reflection blinding in the still dark water. A gentle waterfall fed it, streaming from the clifs sides hiding the pool. Thick vines of blooming jasmine clung to the smooth rocks of the clif side and the boulders that rested at the waters edge. The air was thick with the perfume of the beautiful white flowers that grew all around him. Their scent invadeing his sense, makeing him feel nearly dizzy.

He grinned to himself, and pondered how a place this heavenly and tranquil be cursed? He had to utter a small laugh as he removed his satchel and tied his horses reign to a tree. The sound of crickets and the occasional peep of a frog where the only thing to disturb him as he streached out on the bank of the pond. He felt the tension he always held in his muscles fade as he gazed up at the sky, eyes fixed on the large moon in the sky.

It didn't take long for him to start feeling warm, fidgeting in his leather armor, the hairs on the back of his neck growing damp. He soon found himself in the pond, his clothes piled in the grass, the water a sweet relief to the mild warmth throughout his body. He stood in the middle of the pond,the water lapping at his shoulders. He heard the whinny of his horse behind him, but he ignored it, it was probably just that fox from earlier sniffing around startling it. He looked up to the moon, he'd never seen it so big in the sky before, he felt almost hypnotized by its glow.

"What the hell?" A feminine voice snarled behind him. He wiped around and found you on the bank of the pond, clad in a long dark silk robe, a knapsack on your back.

"YOU!" the two of you snapped, "ME?"

"What are you-" he began before you cut him off.

"No no, what are YOU doing here-"

"How did you know I'd be-"

"I didn't know you'd be here! Why would I be here if i knew you'd be here?"you snapped.

"Who even told you about this place?"

"Who told you?" You retorted.

"What's it to you?"

"To me? This is my spot!" You snapped.

"You're spot?" Tovar scoffed, "you don't own this place."

"Well neither do you." You snapped, arms crossed.

"I was here first."

"No, I was here first," you huffed," I've been here every full moon. It's my thing. Now your here. Ruining it! Like you ruin everything!"

"Every full moon? What, do you come here to turn into the Demon that you are?"

"No!" You snap, sitting down on a boulder, your knees drawn up to your chest, arms around your legs.

"Why then?" Tovar mocked as he made his way closer to the bank of the water, stopping when the water hit his mid torso. Your eyes glanced over to him, you tried to ignore how the drops of water rolled down his chest, the moon light bathing his damp skin in blue light, making him glow. Tired to ignored how heat pooled in your belly as you pulled your eyes away.

"W-why what?" You pouted.

"Why do you come here so often?"

You felt your face burn,"N-none of your business."

He laughed to himself, you didn't have to look to know he was smirking to himself,"Oh I see, you're embarrassed by why you come here, hm? Must be somthing quite scandalous then to make you so flustered."

" I'm not flustered! I'm angry!" You snapped, looking to his grining face as he moved closer, the water hitting him lower and lower until he stopped. Your breath hitched as you watched how the water lapped at his hips, how water dripped from the soft hairs just below his belly button. Your eyes flitted from his exposed hips up to his mocking face. You turned and reached for your knapsack.

"I bet I can guess." He taunted as you rummaged through your bag,"I bet you come here, so you can have a little bit of privacy-" you cautiously look to him, before he grinned even wider," Privacy so you can play with that evil little pussy of yours."

You grumbled and turned back to your bag.

"Don't mind me," Tovar laughed," you can go right ahead, I could use a little show-"

"I come here to cry you...you...braying jackass!" You snapped at him. He tensed as you sniffled and rummaged through your bag, pulling out a wine bottle. You pulled the cork out with your teeth, and spit it out before taking a swig. You looked back to him with a pout,"Well, go ahead. Make fun of me. Mock me. Call me a Child I dont care.-"

"I'm sorry." He said softly, looking down, shoulders falling a punch of guilt hitting his stomach.

You looked to him as he made his way to where you sat on the rock. You quickly looked away before he was fully exposed to your eyes, taking another sip of wine. He leaned against the boulder you sat on, staring up at you, you quickly brushed away a tear, not wanting him to see.

He called to you softly, wanting you to look him in the his eyes. Tentatively you glanced to him. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the dark, they appeared soft somehow. Something you'd never think you'd ever see in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he repeated softly. You were almost shocked, you'd never heard him sound so soft, so kind. His hand reached out and touched your bare ankle, gliding his rough thick fingers up your smooth skin,"what makes you cry?"

You wiped your face again as another tear rolled down. You studied his face, convinced this was some kind of act.

"I just..." you began softly,"I miss home." He made a soft grunt, and gave a nod as if he understood. You turned towards him, scooting a little closer,"I just...I want to go home."

He looked down, frowning as he stroked your calf." I understand." He said quietly.

You blink, unsure of what to make of his softness finally comeing through. Maybe it was because you two were alone, no men around to chide him for showing vulnerability.

"You do?" You sniff, smiling with a little relief. His eyes flipped up to yours, practically glittering in the moonlight, making your heart skip a beat.

"Of course." He purred, brows furrowed, his hand leaving your calf while you smiled,"its perfectly understandable, for a child to miss home."

Your stomach dropped as he snatched the bottle from your hand with a grin on his face. You gasped as you tried to grab it back from him but he had already slipped into the water. He took a deep swig before grimacing and nearly spat it out. He looked from the bottle to you, muttering in Spanish.

"The hell is this shit?" He spat.

"Its sweet plum wine." You sighed,"Your ment to sip it, not chug it like cheap ale. It's too sweet for that." You reached back into your bag," you can keep that bottle, you heathen. I brought two."

You held it up with a triumphant laugh and you think you see a smirk on his face but it was short lived. You felt the bottle slip from your hands. Before you could even try to catch it you heard the distinct plunk of it falling into the black water. You leaned over the rock desperately hopeing to find it in the moonlight, but it was to no avail. There was no way you'd find it. You sigh in frustration and turn, knees to your chest as you just give up and cry.

Tovar took another sip from the bottle, and tried to ignore the sound of you sniffling. He turned his back to you, gazing up into the moon, trying to listen to the sound of the ever present summer crickets, the musky scent of the jasmine vines filled his lungs as he took a deep breath, making him dizzy again. He heard a soft sob come from you, his stomach twisting. He bit his lip and tentatively looked over his shoulder to you. Your body shaking as you quietly cried. He swore under his breath, and slowly made his way closer to you.

He called to you, softly.

"Just leave me alone." You cried.

"Please. Look to me, hermosa." He said, not knowing why he called you that, not caring. You turned, your eyes puffy, your face wet with tear making your face sparkle like a jewel in the moonlight. He took a sharp breath, how did he just only now realize how beautiful you were. If he didn't know you, he'd swear you were some kind of angel, or a fairy, some beautiful other worldly creature ment to only tempt men into ruin. He shook his head trying to clear it, it must be the wine getting to him. He cleared his throat,"I'm willing to share."

You frowned," How generous to share something that doesn't even belong to you."

"Technically, this dosnt belong to you either, I know you stole this from the kitchens." He said with a grin, you opened your mouth to challenge him but he was right. You did steal it. "Cmon. Stop your crying, join me. The water is warm, and there's plenty room for the both of us."He added.

You thought for a moment. "Will you promise not to peek?"

He felt himself stir, just now realizing you were naked beneath your robe. A soft breeze swept over the pool, causing the surface to ripple, the leaves of the trees rustle gently as your hair was softly blew across your face. He took a deep breath, the pollen of the jasmine invading his scenes. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to steady himself. He cleared his throat, "no, hermosa," he nearly groaned," I wont.." he felt a few beads of sweat break out across his forehead, "I wont peek."

"Are you okay?" You asked as he turned.

"Fine, fine, just-" he paused for a moment, not knowing what to blame his sudden dizzying feeling,"must be this damn wine. You should have stolen ale."

"Well, next time I decide to spend some time alone I'll ask you what you want to drink first."

He let out a small laugh, and shook his head. The sound of the water sloshing caused a chill to run up his spine, his back going straight, his breath hitching as he tries not to think about how you were currently naked behind him. He rose the bottle to his lips, his hands shaking slightly. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He steadied himself before turning around. He gritted his teeth hard, and had to stifle a groan.

Your arms were crossed over your exposed chest. You looked unsure, scared, like a frightened rabbit. He didn't want you to feel timid under his gaze, he wanted you to drop your arms. Let him see you, feel you skin slip underneath his rough hands.

"Tovar?" You asked," you look...unwell."

You reach out with one hand still across your chest, and touched the back of your hand to his forehead. He let out a groan at the feel, his eyes slipping shut, as he began to nuzzle your skin. "Your burning up."

He let out a shaky breath, his throat and mouth going dry from the mere touch of your hand. He took hold of your hand, fighting the urge to place kisses upon it, kiss up your arm, to your neck, to your soft lips. You take back your hand quickly and snatched the wine from him. Turning your back to him, as you sip. His eyes slipped over your bare back and he bit back a wimper, taking another sharp breath through his nose as he felt himself stir. He couldn't do anything to stop it, he was starting to ache. He scooped up some water and splashed his face. Bring him back to the ground, he didn't want you. You were annoying, and too chipper, weak. You weren't enough for him, he needed a warrior like himself, someone harden. In fact he didnt need anyone, he only needed himself. Then you looked over your shoulder to him.

"Tovar?" You asked,"what's wrong?"

He snatched the bottle from you, taking another swig, not caring about the sweetness, just needing a distraction. He growled as he looked at you, he wanted to smell you, taste you. The jasmine musk so potent in the air, reminding him of something primal, the scent so familiar. Womanly. That distinct smell that made him groan, his mouth garnering moisture, no longer dry, but practically salivating over the thought of his nose pressed into your most private of areas. The sound of your phantom crys ringing in his ears.

He was so transfixed he didnt even feel you take the wine back from him, he stood frozen in the water, eyes locked on you. Locked and dark, blown out to near black. His breath leaving him in deep pants through his nose, chest rising heavily before falling with each breath. Your eyes, your beautiful glittering gemstone eyes, shone like stars in the dark sky, were wide. Your lips , so soft and sweet were calling to him. Your voice like a psalm being sung at mass, his name a prayer. He wanted to make you scream it. The world around blurred, falling away, the sounds of crickets and the trickle of the water fall dieing away. All he saw and heard was you.

While he was zoned out you snapped your fingers in front of his face, confused you called to him. You gave his shoulder a shake, barely budging him as he stared at you, his teeth grinding, neck straining. You called to him again.

"You're starting to scare me," you said softly," stop playing around."

He let out a low groan, and shook his head,"I'm not 'playing'." He took your hand in both of his, bringing the back of your hand to his cheek. His eyes slipping shut as he hissed as your cool hand rested against his scared and stubbled face. He peppered your hand with kisses. "Your skin is like the softest silk...i could touch it, kiss it, feel it for hours."

You stared at him, looking over your shoulder convinced he was talking to someone behind you, his hand cupped your chin, forcing your confused face to look up to him.

"Tovar, what the hell are you doing? Is this your idea of a joke? Because it's not funny."

He grabbed you by the back of the neck, gripping your wrist with his other hand, pulling you flush against him. You gasped, and tried to push your self away from his grasp, but his strong hands grabbed on to your hip and back. Your face mere inches from his, his pelvis flat against your belly.

"Does THIS feel like a joke to you, Hermosa?" He growled as he glared down at you through slitted eyes. You gasped, jaw falling open as you felt the unmistakable feeling of his hardened cock against you. You froze, not knowimg what to do. He had to be pulling some sly trick on you. Just a few moments ago he was calling you a child, now you were naked, flush against each other and he was practically begging for you.

He looked down to your bare chest and whimpered, actually wimperd as he took you in.

"Oh, Mi Vida," he sighed in his gruff voice," you have no idea how beautiful you look." You could barely squeak out a response," the moonlight on your skin...on those perfect tits," his hand glided up from your hip, up to cup your breast. That's when you'd had enough.

You took used all your strength and shoved him off you.

"Thats not funny, Tovar!" You snapped, treading the water back to the shoreline. "One minute you hate me, taunt me, now you're groping me? Acting like you want to woo me, like I'm some stupid maiden who will fall for any-" you were yanked back, Tovar pulling you to him. You scoweld up at him, hopeing he feels how offended you were. But his face was set in stone, serious and grim. His eyes burning, his breath shallow and feirce. He leaned down to you, his nose brushing your cheek, makeing you shudder inspite of yourself. You turn your face from him, a soft breath of his name leaving your mouth as his lips ghosted up your neck. You squrim as you feel his stubble scrape you, while his soft lips soothe. You feel a deep pull in your belly, a clench so feirce it makes you cry out when he whispers your name into your ear.

"W-why are you doing this?" You pant, eyes squeezed shut as he begins to kiss you. "Why now? Why here?"

"I've always wanted this." He confessed, his fingers burrowing into your hair, pulling you gently to his chest. Embracing you, kissing the top of your head, while he grips you. You were taken aback, both from his words, and his soft touches. His fierce demenoir melted away,"always....always wanted you. Needed you." He sighed,"couldn't admit it."

You pull away enough to meet his gaze, your eyes stinging on the verge of tears. "Why?"

He cupped your face, caloused fingers brushing away tear drops from your face as his forehead rests gently against yours. He shut his eyes, and took a long breath.

"Pride. Ego." He sighed,"Fear?"

You reached your hand to his, your other still wrapped around the bottle of wine.

"Fear of what?" You asked softly.

He took a long moment, thinking, bracing himself. He dipped his head down, almost in shame. His hands once again made their way to your waist, as he leaned his his head down to your shoulder.

"Fear that you'd turn me away." He said against your shoulder." Fear that you wouldn't turn me away." He was quiet for a moment,"Fear that I'd lose you."

"Lose me?" Your eyes fluttering shut as he kissed your neck, occasionally nipping your skin.

"If I didn't care about you it wouldn't hurt as much if...you were.." he sighed heavily,"dont make me say it , Mi Amor."

You felt like you were punched in the chest, it took you a few deep breaths before you were able to speak.

"Tovar I-"

"Pero." He said firmly, his face meeting yours, his eyes wet,"Just...call me Pero."

You nodded. "Pero....just kiss me-"

He attacked your lips, groaning into your mouth as you easily opened to him. His hands gripped you everywhere he could, while your one hand gripped his short hair. He grasped your ass harshly, making you groan into his mouth before he knelt slighty, grabbing the back of your thighs. He hoisted you up, your arms wrapped around his neck as he continued to kiss you, legs around his waist. You gasped as his hardened cock ground against your core.

He took the opportunity to attack your neck, gazing his teeth along the delicate skin before soothing it with his tounge and lips. You smiled, as you moaned, never did you think you'd be in this situation. Never thought Pero would hold you like this, kiss you like this. It was bliss. He kissed up your neck until he got to your jaw, giving you a few nibbles before he captured your lips again. Placing a few sloppy kisses there until he needed to take a breath, his eyes shut, while he gave a deep rumbley laugh, his lips curled into an honest to God smile.

You brought the wine bottle to your lips, taking a sip. He looked to you, and gave a nod to the bottle. You laughed as you poured some into his waiting mouth. He swallowed and grinned, hiking you up higher onto his tosro. Pulling the bottle from your hands. He gave you a wink with his scared eye, before tipping the bottle towards your lips, missing them entirely, pouring the sweet liquid all down your chin and on to your breasts. You're shocked call of his name was cut short when the last of the bottle emptied on to you, he dropped the bottle and his mouth descended onto your chest. Lapping up every spilled drop. He shifted you, palming your breast with one hands, his mouth latching on to your other breast.

You bite your lip, and stifle a moan, your core aching now. Needing his touch, you ground agaisnt him, needing more. You sighed his name, as he let go of your breasts. He gripped you, hoisting you bridal style as he made his way to the waters edge, kissing you as he made his way. He sat you down gently, reaching into his satchel and pulling out his traveling cloak, spreading it out on the ground.

He waved you over to him, beckoning you to lay down. You took his hand as he helped you down onto the rough fabric.

"Im sorry," Tovar said softly as he knelt down beside you, slowly laying down on his side,"you deserve better than my filthy cloak on a hard ground. But I couldn't think of sullying your silk robe," he rested his forearm bedside your head, his other hand busy careesing your thigh, your side."you deserve a feather bed, soft sheets, a warm fire."he nuzzled your cheek, before allowing his hand to slip between your legs, roaming over the damp curls there, his middle finger slipped between your folds, finding that bundle of nerves that makes you gasp.

Your eyes slip shut as he watches you sigh, you caress his neck, his arm. Whisper his name, a small groan leaving him at the sound of it.

"I would kill just to hear you sigh my name," he placed harsh kisses to your lips, your neck, subtly shifting to lay on top of you," to feel your skin," his fingers left your core, spreading your thighs to make room for him,"to feel your wetness, wet for me," he kissed between your breasts, down your stomach,"just to taste you, smell you, devour you." He stopped and looked up to you, his brows furrowed in anger,"Has any man devoured you, Mi Vida? Tasted you? Brought you to bliss from their tounge?"

You caught your breath, you weren't a virgin, but you wouldn't call yourself experienced. Men took their pleasure from you; cads you met in taverns, frauds and liars that promisd you love but left you heartbroken. Never had a man looked to you like this. You shook your head,"no." You admitted shyly.

He growled," Fools. All of them" he aggressively kissed your thigh muttering to himself about how they were basterds and whore sons for never making you quake beneath them.

He dipped his head down, his nose nestling in your curls, inhaling you. He moaned, and fought the urge to grind his now aching cock into the cloak, just to garner some relief. You smelled the same as the jasmines that surrounded the two of you. Musky, sweet, beautiful. It made him near dizzy from lust, aching for the feel of you, the taste of you.

His tounge darted out, running up your slit, your back arching from the teasing sensation of the tickle. You squrimed beneath him, his thumbs parting your folds before he dipped his tounge back in, piercing your entrance. You gasped, and gripped his hair, never having felt this before, never receiving this attention before. His head moved as he lapped at your folds, and you were transfixed. Leaning on one elbow looking down at him, his eyes were shut, his tounge thick as he stroked you with it. You groaned, thighs shaking. His eyes snapped open, burning into yours as he flashed his teeth in a murderous grin. He leaned closer, and ran the tip of his tounge around that sweet pearl, makeing you jerk, he laughed softly to himself. Grinning like a cat that got the cream before he wrapped his lips around it, and sucked.

You cried out, thighs shaking harder, a warm pull in your belly forming, he moaned at the sound of your cries, the vibrations makeing you clamp your thighs on his head. He pushed them apart as he lapped and sucked at you, growling as your voice echoed against the trees. Your hand pulling his hair, his fingers slid into you, curling, thrusting into you. You whined, actually whined as he did what you could only describe as torture. You were about to crest, a feeling your only used to bringing upon yourself. This felt different, deeper, harder. You bucked as he tried so hard to keep you steady, growling in frustration. He pulled back, ignoring your cry, as he slapped your thigh hard to keep still, immediately diving back into your core like a man starved.

He sucked one last time, and that was it. Your back arched, as you went rigid, your heels digging into the ground as your voice cracked as you cried out nonsense. You think you were trying to cry his name, but you couldn't think, only writhe and cry as he lapped up everything you spilled for him, watching you as your head was thrown back. Groaning as you pulled his hair hard, pulling him off you as it became too much. You quivered, and ran a shaky hand over your face as you drew in a gasp of air. Your fingertips running down your neck, over your breast. When you finally came back to reality you heard Tovar sigh.

"Look at you," he said more to himself than you,"laying so undone by just my tounge." You wimpered," Imagine what bliss my cock will bring you."

"Oh God." You gasped.

"Your glowing," his hands carresed your still shaking thigh,"you have no idea how heavenly you look under the light of the full moon." You opened your eyes and swallowed hard, finally finding a steady breath." I'm envious of the moon. How its rays carress every inch of your skin all at once. The honor it has to do such a thing. If only I could."

"Oh my God, Pero." You sigh, sitting up" I don't know what's gotten into you tonight."you wrap your arms around his neck as you shifted to your knees, fingers tracing the bulging veins in his neck, makeing him groan. Your hands travel down his scared chest, down his stomach, till you found his hardened cock beneath your fingertips.

He grabbed your hand, and sublty shook his head,"No, mi vida, I don't wish to spill in your hands." He breathed.

You bit your lip, looking him in the eyes," I...I just..I just want a taste of you, Pero. Just a taste." He groaned out your name, head lulling to side as you gently stroked him, gathering the beads leaking from the tip and working it down the shaft. "Please? And then you can have me however you want."

He took in a deep breath before nodding. You dipped down, running your thumb over the tip of him, making him repress a sigh, before whispering your name as your tounge ran over the slit. Tasting the beads that leaked from there, before sinking down as far as you could with out gagging. His fingers gripped through your hair, roamed over your shoulders and back as he tried hard to refrain from thrusting. Your tounge carresed him, tracing the thick vein that ran up him, before suckling at the tip.

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep from pushing you back down by your hair. He wimpered your name before it was enough indulgence. He pulled you from him, his chest heaving. You look up to him, his eyes pleading.

"I need you." He nearly whispered," need to feel you, need to take you."

You swallow the taste of him, "I'm yours." He captured your lips as he pushed you down onto your back, his tounge invading you, tasting yourself, him tasting himself. Your legs wrapped around his narrow waist, arms caressing every inch you could touch. You turned your head to catch your breath,"I've always been yours." You confess, as he took himself in his hand,"you could've had me at anytime," you sigh at the feel of him running the head of his cock up and down your folds. Gathering wettness before he nudged your entrance." You just had to take me. I always wanted-" you were cut off with a gasp of his name as he pushed in. Slowly, inch by inch. You felt every bit of him, every vein, ridge, everything agaisnt your slick walls. Your nails digging in to his back, makeing him groan into your ear.

Once he pushed as far as he could he paushed, letting you feel him. His breath hot against your neck.

"How- how does it feel?" You asked him, your voice barely a whisper."Tell me. Do I feel good? Please tell me I feel good"

He shuddered, his hand gripping your hip firmly, he panted for a few moments,"Nev-," he stifled a groan as you involuntarily clenched around him,"Never have I felt a cunt this tight...this wet...oh mi vida. Are you ready? Please tell me your ready-"

"Im ready," you nearly beg,"please I'm so ready I-" your voice dies as he pulls out, only to slam back in, your voice returning only to moan louder than you ever had. "Pero," you cry,"please, keep going dont be gentle, just take me. As hard as you can. Please."

He grunted and shifted resting on an elbow by your head, looking down at you through hooded faded eyes, his teeth gritted as he begins to set a pace. Steady at first makeing you whimper, until he sped up, getting rougher, harsher. His breath leaving in pants, your voice a constant cry of his name as he brushed a spot inside you you've never known was there. The sound of skin on skin was vulgar, sinful, but you didn't care.

You reached between you and him, finding your clit. Circling as you felt yourself nearing another climax.

"Are you close?" He panted as he trusted. You could only nod, eyes squeezed shut. A cry left you as you felt his weight leave you, his cock slipping from you. You grabbed him, trying to keep him on you, but you were met with a sharp slap to your thigh. Making you yelp. "On your side, Mi Amor."

"What?" You pant, but he pushed you on to your side, laying himself behind you, he hooked your thigh over his, his other arm slipping around your torso keeping you flush against him. You smiled and sighed as he kissed your neck, slipping easily back into your core. His groans hot against your ear.

The new angle making you cry out as he grazed that spot inside you again. His speed increasing, his voice becoming grunts as he bucked into you, sweating like a stallion. You reached back and gripped his hair, making him growl through gritted teeth.

"Pero, please," you panted," Im so close, please-"

His hand left your thigh and reached down to where you two met. Circling you, makeing you cry, whimper, you shook against him practically screaming him name as you crested again. He held you firm, his voice breaking as his hips studdered, until he gasped your name in your ear. You felt him spill inside you, felt him soften, his grip on you losening, until he slumped against you. His softening cock still inside you, twitching, making you sigh.

You're not sure how long you laid in a heap, deep pants filled the air mixing with the sound of the summer crickets. Sweat drying on your skin from the warm air. Eventually he slipped from you, a soft groan from his lips, a sigh from you, the evidence of him dripping from you. You roll over, nestling into him. He placed soft kisses against your face, soft words in your ear, soft touches.

You laid together, slipping in and out of sleep until he urged you up. Half dazed you let him guide you up, bracing yourself against him as he helped you back into the water, until you were thigh deep. He scooped up water, and assisted cleansing you while you kissed his neck. Leading you back, he helped you into your robe, tieing it for you, kissing you. You leaned agaisnt the boulder, watching him dress.

The rest of the time came back only in bits and pieces. You nestling against him side saddled on his horse, yours following behind, its reigns teetherd to his horses saddle. Him helping you down in the stables of the Great Wall. Him carrying you to his chambers, nestling into his bunk. Him urging you to sleep, only to be awoken with his weight on top of you.

"Im sorry, Mi Amor, I just need you one more time , before I leave you for the day."

You groaned and urged him to fill you again, half awake as his breath was hot agaisnt you once again, muttering sweet words while you were in sleepy bliss, your eyes gazing out the window by his bed, the sun beginning to rise. You crested suddenly, gently, triggering him. He kissed you again.

"Sleep ,Mi Amor. Rest." You tired to sit up, it was time for your shift to begin as well, but he only pushed you back."No, you need sleep." He said softly," I'll tell them your ill."

You were going to argue, but you slipped back into sleep.

A few hours later you rose, the sun high in the sky, your core aching, your brain fuzzy. You cleaned yourself with the water and rag on the wash stand. After you made your way to your own chambers, as discreetly as possible, you washed fully. Trying to erase evidence of your encounter from the night and morning, and dressed in your armor. Your stomach growled, it had to be time for mid day tea from the sound of the drums and the bustle coming from the halls.

You slipped your way into the crowd, until you were in the feasting hall. Your eyes scanned the tables for Pero, wanting to be near him, but you felt someone take your arm.

"There you are!" A friendly voice laughed at your side, "we were looking for you all last night!"

You smile, your closest friend, a member of the Cranes, Shu, was pulling you towards the other woman at the Cranes table. You glanced around as you were led, finally spotting Tovar, he was talking excitedly to William and Ballard. His eyes darting around until he noticed you, he sat up straight, eyes wide. Your face felt warm, and you shyly smile to him. He grinned to you, winking his scared eye at you as you were urged to take a seat with the other women.

"It was so much fun, I can't believe you missed it!" Shu continued, scooping rice and vegetables into a bowl, topping it with pork in a sweet chili sauce, and passing it to you. She speared a few dumplings from the middle of the table placeing it on a plate and handing it to you as well. You don't know how she knew you were starving but she knew. "Where were you? Oh wait," she laughed, fixing herself a bowl and plate for herself." let me guess. At the pond again?"

You poured tea for her, then yourself, clearing your throat,"um...yeah, tell me about the party." You asked trying to change the subject. "What did I miss?"

"Oh you know, music, fireworks, drinking, the most amazing dumplings and whole roasted pigs. You would have loved it," she gave you a pout,"I wish you were there! Why did you go to that damned pond again?"

"I dont know, I just don't like crowds." You shifted in your seat, greedily eating the food your friend fixed for you. You could tell she was eyeing you suspiciously. You couldn't keep anything from her. She could read you like a book.

You'd been friends since you arrived, quickly bonding when you discovered she spoke English. You became close after the defeat of the monsters, a few weeks into your stay she declared you her Laotong, your 'old same', close as sisters, bonded forever. Nothing was kept from either of you, so now she knew something was a miss.

Her eyes went wide and a small gasp left her lips, "You weren't alone were you?"

You shifted your eyes, shoveling more food into your mouth.

"It was a man wasn't it?" She teased.

A few of the other women looked up from their bowls or haulted their conversations to look to you and Shu. You sipped your bitter tea, ignoreing how hot it was.

"Who?" Shu giggled, grabbing your arm,"tell me, I'll die if I dont know!"

You looked to her and cleared your throat,"um..." you glanced behind you, to a few tables away, where Tovar sat eating. His eyes boring into you. Shu looked as well, her eyes scanning the crowd.

"Who? Who?" Her eyes landed on the table with Tovar, seeing how he was looking at you, the way his lips cruled into a knowing grin. Her eyes went wide as she quickly turned away, her mouth hanging open. "Tovar?" She gasped, getting the attention of more of the women. You turned to her, shushing her.

"Please dont-"

One of the women across from you spoke to Shu, questioning what was wrong in Mandarin. Which Shu quickly answered before you could stop her. The women across dropped her chopsticks, the girl beside her tugged her sleeve and she quickly shared the information. You groaned as one by one the whole table found out, small gasps and laughs hummed over the table.

"Uuugh, Shu!" You whined, you loved Shu, but damn her blabbering mouth, Shu offered you another pork dumpling her cheeks pink.

"Sorry." She grimaced, you let out a small laugh at her peace offering, you couldn't stay mad at her.

After your mid day meal you found yourself in the Women's Chamber with the other Cranes. In any other home in this country this palce was where the ladies of the house would practice embroidery, host their friends with tea and Mah Jong, and pretty much that occurred here as well, except along with embroidery, tea, and games, the women sparred, fixed their weapons, and had a go at target practice with their bows.

A few of the women sat around you and Shu, some adjusted their spears, or helped mend their friends robes outside of it, but still listened in. Tea was passed around, sweet cakes, and fruit. Shu held the robe of a fellow Crane, fixing the embroidery that was coming unraveled.

You sipped on the jasmine tea that was being passed around. The scent of the hot drink brought back every event from the night before, makeing your face warm.

"Soo..," Shu grinned," Tell me everything!"

A few of the women giggled beside you.

"I...I don't know...where to start-"

Shu stopped you," Did you 'Test the machete'?"

You blinked at her,"I don't understand."

She thought for a moment, "Bed business."

"Oh, oh." You giggled."Yes."

Shu smiled,"How was his weapon?"

"His weapon was imposing." You laughed," and he was muscled like a stallion."

One of the women beside you sighed.

"Was his aim true?"

"Very true, he was an expert marksman."

One of the other girls asked Shu something,"Ok, did he find the pearl within your oyster?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"With his fingers, and his tounge."

"AIYA!" She exclaimed with a laugh,"lucky girl! So, he was just there? Waiting for you?"

"No," you said snagging a red bean bun as a plate was being passed around," He didnt know I'd be there. He was really angry I was there, actually."

"But he layed with you, how did he go from angry to...lust filled?"

You shruggd as you bit into the sweet bun,"I dont know, one minute he was calling me a child,then we were drinking wine in the pool, and the next thing I knew he couldn't keep his hands off me."

"Odd." Shu said," Do you think the wine got to him?"

"I dont think so, wine usually kills men's ability to...perform their...bed business."

Shu thought for a moment,"unless.."

"Unless what?"

"The Blue Moon," she gasped," like the story."

A murmer went over the women beside you.

"Story? What story? What does the moon have to do with it?"

She sighed," There's a story attached to that pond." She began," The Tale of the Saddened Bride."

You chewed your bun hesitantly, not really liking the sound of the tale.

"So, long ago, a young girl came from a home that was not that rich, but not that poor. Her feet were not that small, but not that big. And she married a man who was not so rich, but not so poor. He also was not that kind, but not that mean.

She was desperately unhappy in her new home. Her Mother in Law cruel, demanding a Grand Son, but her husband paid her no mind. He gave her no affection, gave her no gifts, and never visited her at night. So every full moon when once more her red flower would bloom, when her Mother in Law beat her for ruining her bed with her blood, she would go to the cliff side, among the jasmine vines and cry. She cried every month, cried so much that her tears began to form a pool.

When one day the Moon showed twice in one month her husband came to her chambers, only to find her missing. He ventured out until he found her, crying by the pond she made with her tears. He scolded her, 'I never beat you!' He yelled, 'I feed you! Clothe you! And still you cry!'

She only wiped her face and told him 'Yes, but you don't love me.' When the moonlight fell upon her tears he was suddenly struck by her beauty. He took her in his arms and cried too. He was must have been blind to her beauty, her charms, he felt like a fool. He vowed to love her fully from then on. Have her want for nothing. And that night they made a son-"

You nearly choked on your tea, one of the women patted your back as Shu continued over your coughing.

"Not just one son, dozens.-"

"Dozens!!!?" You gasped only to be shushed.

"Her wish came true," Shu continued,"he loved her. Attended to her every need, wrapped her in the finest silks, gave her the most beautiful combs for her hair. But it soon began to bore her, and she became sad again. And he became mad with rage, he gave her everything but still she made her way to the pond to cry. He became jealous of everyone. Convinced someone was stealing her affections from him. He blamed his servants, his own sons, he went mad, convinced the Moon itself was stealing his bride from him. In a blind rage he followed her to the pond where he watched her cry in to the pool, the moonlight touching every inch of her, places only HE had the right to touch, he vowed then and there to destroy it-"

You bolted up, cold sweat breaking out all over you, your stomach turned.

"What's wrong?" Shu asked, riseing.

"I.....I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Wait!" Shu called after you, but you didnt pay her any mind as you ran from the room, panicked. The sweet words Tovar muttered to you as he made love to you ringing in your ears. How he said he had been envious of the moon, the same as the man in the story. You had to find Tovar, had to fix this before he went mad as well.

🌜🌜Thanks for reading! Part 2 coming soon🌛🌛

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

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It's like Dean is pregnant with Cass' baby and they're trying to think of what to do because the baby would be a nephilim

I'm Finishing It

Requested by:: @lizzydutton

Pairing:: dad!Rip x Reader

Warnings:: swearing, fighting

Gif not mine, credit to the owner

My dad didn't want me staying in the bunkhouse. The only female boarding with the wranglers was not going to end well. For them.

Everything had been going okay for the most part. The guys just had to get used to sharing a bathroom with me. If I caught them looking at me, I'd say something to make them remember who my father was. Worked every time.

Then, the new guy shows up. He didn't understand the rules of the bunkhouse but he also didn't understand the rules about me. I knew it was going to end badly as soon as he walked in the door and looked at me.

"What's your name?" he asked, tipping his hat a little after he strode over to me from across the room. I didn't look up at him, too focused on my card game.

"Y/N," I answered. "What's yours?" I tossed my cards down, smiling up to Colby. I had him beat. As I pulled the chips to my pile, I waited for the new guy to answer.

"Mike," he chuckled. "You good at poker, Y/N?" He sat down next to me, putting his arm on the back of my chair.

"Yeah," I scoffed, pointing to Ryan. "Deal 'em." The guys watched as I didn't pay any attention to Mike as he undressed me with his eyes. I knew what he was doing. I didn't have to look at him to know.

"You know, I've been to a few different ranches," he chuckled, shifting forward so more of his weight was on the back of my chair. "Never seen a woman in the bunkhouse."

"Yellowstone 's different," Lloyd grunted, tossing his chips in the pot. "Call."

"Check," I sighed, knocking my hand on the table.

"I heard this place was different," Mike nodded. "You wear the brand too?" He reached out, pulling the collar of my shirt away from my chest.

I jumped up, shoving him backward. His chair tipped and fell back, hitting the floor. The guys jumped up, taking their cards and chips with them.

"You don't fucking touch me!" I yelled. He stood up, towering over me. Raising his hand, he backhanded me and I fell into the poker table. I could feel my blood boiling as my blood dripped onto my cards on the table.

"Hey, no fighting on the ranch!" Lloyd warned, pointing at Mike. Wiping my bleeding lip, I stared up at him.

"I don't care about the rules anymore," I growled. I punched him as hard as I could. He barely moved as I punched him in the stomach. When he didn't move, I knew I was screwed. He drew his arm back as the door kicked open.

"What the fuck are you two doing?" Dad yelled. I turned around to look at him and he noticed the state of my face. It wasn't looking good for Mike, raising his fist like that. "You hit my daughter?" he asked.

"Yeah, but she started it when she-"

Mike's tattling was cut off by Dad's fist connecting with his jaw. He didn't even give Mike a chance to hit the ground. Grabbing his shirt, he launched him across the table. The guys jumped out of the way of the thrown body and table.

"What's the rule about fighting?" he yelled in Mike's face as he held him down. "You wanna fight someone, you come fight me because I'll fight you all fucking day! And you don't touch my fucking daughter!" He punched him a few more times, dropping his head down on the floor.

He turned to face me. I was expecting the same treatment. Anyone who got in a fight got beat by him. I puffed up my chest, preparing for the blows. Instead, he touched my cheek. I winced under his hand. There must've been a bruise there already.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" he asked me softly. "You know the rule." I looked down at the ground, trying to find a way to explain it to him.

"He looked down her shirt for the brand," Jimmy said, trying to help me. "It was self-defense."

"Shut the fuck up, Jimmy," Dad scoffed.

"Yeah, I know the rule," I said quickly so he wouldn't go after Jimmy. "But you also told me I had to protect myself in here. Which is what I did."

He tried to find a way to argue with me. I like to think that he knows I wouldn't just start a fight because I knew he would come end it. I only throw a punch when I need to.

Mike tried to stand up, using the collapsed table as support. It gave way under him and he fell back down. His face was already bruised and starting to swell. He stood up, looking over at us. Grabbing his hat from the floor, he put it on his head and walked out the door.

"Clean this shit up in here," Dad said. He followed Mike outside, either to ask him to stay and work or take him to the train station.

Colby and I fixed the broken table as Ryan picked up the cards and chips off the floor. As we sat down around the table, I held my beer against my cheek. Jimmy passed out the cards, counting to himself.

Dad walked back inside, taking his hat off and hanging it on the hook. We all turned to look at him, wondering what happened. He went over to the fridge and grabbed a beer. Pulling up a chair, he sat down beside me.

"Deal me in, Jimmy," he said. Ryan handed him some poker chips as he took a sip of his beer. "Mike's leaving us." We all nodded, not really caring. "He didn't want a ride, so he's walking to town."

"More beer for us," I chuckled quietly as I took a sip.

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• eyes without a face🔥 ➢➢part II🔥 • the way i am (ao3) • possessive/jealous headcanons ➢➢more🔥 • nsfw headcanons a-z🔥 • a first time for everything [ft. johnny 'soap' mactavish]🔥 • his scars + body worship • love on the brain • triumvirate [ft. könig]🔥 • sub!ghost🔥 • cuffed🔥 • wedding band • that time you wore his hoodie🔥