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lamentationsofalonelypotato · 2 months

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In Case I Do Something Stupid

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!reader, Reader POV and Dean POV

Summary: Reader is a grad student in college trying to work hard for her degree while maintaining a long distance relationship with Dean Winchester. This is part three of my "Before You Go" series (I'm so bad at summaries, please forgive me!)

Tropes: Angst, Fluff, Age Difference, (Reader is early to mid-20's and Dean is probably early 30's), Established Relationship

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: There is some swearing (only a few times), implied reference of past sex (once or twice), Dean might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

This fic includes song lyrics that are in italics and bold font.

Part 1

Part 2

Masterlist

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Reader POV

"Did you get it?" Dean asks.

You're standing in front of your mailbox in the lobby of your apartment, cradling the phone between your shoulder and neck while you sort through your mail. There were a lot more bills than you were hoping for.

It had been a long day and all you really wanted was to go lie down, but you had a test in the morning, which meant that you wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

It had been two months since the whole “Cooper” thing and despite Dean’s insistence for you to come over to the bunker if he ever showed his face, Cooper hadn’t appeared once.

Of course that meant that Suze was out of the apartment more to spend time with him, wherever it was he lived. Neither of you had spoken about the incident, not since the morning after when Dean was asleep and you snuck out to make coffee before he woke up and you ran into her. You remember the dark circles under her eyes and the way her face was red and puffy from crying. You hadn’t known what to say so you nodded a “good morning” and walked back into your bedroom with coffee for you and Dean.

Dean was trying to convince you to move out, but the rent was so cheap you didn’t think you’d be able to find anything better. But with the summer approaching quickly, that meant you could spend more time at the bunker with Dean.

An elderly woman breezes through the main lobby of the apartment building, wearing a bright purple tracksuit. "Hi y/n."

"Hi Mrs. Travis." You respond, holding off from answering Dean.

"Where's your special friend?" She smiles widely at you.

The last time Dean had visited, Mrs. Travis asked him to come help her unclog her drain. You and Mrs. Travis sat at her kitchen table together watching Dean work under the sink while eating mass quantities of chocolate chip cookies. You'd been over to see her a few times since, and each time she told you that Dean reminded her of her husband and would ask when he was coming back.

"He's at home this week."

"What a shame. Tell him to come back anytime. I'll make some of those cookies for him again." She smiles before continuing on to the elevator.

"Who was that?"

"Your wife." You snort into the phone.

"Oh she's the best. Those cookies were so good." Dean moans. "Can you please bring some of those when you come this weekend?"

"I'll see what I can do." You sift through the mail in your hand. There's a collection of bills and a large green make-shift envelope that has been duct taped together with thick silver tape to cradle the contents.

"But did you get it?" Dean asks again.

"By it do you mean a creepy duct taped envelope? Because yes I did." You hold it by the corner turning it over to see Dean's untidy scrawl in black sharpie over the front of it.

This looks like a kindergartener made it. You imagine Dean sitting at his desk in the bunker with a pair of scissors, his tongue between his teeth in concentration and smile to yourself.

"Okay good." Dean sounds relieved.

"I could have just picked whatever this is up this weekend."

"You're telling me that you don't like getting mail?"

"I like getting mail, but this looks like a ransom note. Is someone holding you hostage? Because if that’s happening I don’t have any money and I'm sure you'll be fine." You smile, trying to find a way to open it, but the duct tape was thwarting you.

"No it’s not a ransom note." Dean pauses on the other side of the line. "Wait, you wouldn’t pay money for me?"

"I mean. Maybe?" You shrug as if he could see you, smiling wide at the envelope.

"That’s reassuring."

"Alright so you’re saying that if I was being held for ransom, you’d give them Baby for me?"

Dean doesn't answer. You can hear him mulling it over in his head, but you already know the answer to that question. You knew that Baby always comes first.

“That’s a long pause Dean.”

"I’m sure the connection is bad. Because I did answer-" Dean begins to say.

"How is the connection bad?" You interrupt, raising an eyebrow.

He tries again. "I’m driving through a tunnel?" It comes out like a question and you can’t help but laugh at his attempts to cover his mistake.

"I thought you said you were back at the bunker."

"Well, then the reception here sucks." He finishes and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You sigh to yourself. The last time you'd seen Dean was only a week ago, but it wasn't enough. Long distance was hard, but you felt that you both were giving it your all. Not to mention that this weekend you were coming to see him at the bunker, and it was a long weekend, which meant you both didn't have to rush.

"Uh-huh. Sure. If I get kidnapped I’m just gonna call Sam.”

"We are definitely off topic.” Dean sighs. “But you did get it?”

“Yes Dean I did. Whatever it is." You trace a finger over the silver taped edge. "Is this construction paper? Dean, you are a grown man, why do you have construction paper?”

“There’s a lot of old shit in this bunker.”

“For your birthday I’m getting you envelopes.”

"Sexy."

You roll your eyes, but finally break through the paper and pull out a bright yellow and black contraption. “You bought me a Walkman?”

Dean had previously bought you a cassette tape player that was on your desk in your apartment so you could listen to the mixtapes he made. Dean often made you mixtapes of his favorite songs, most of which you knew given you had almost the same taste in music, but each time you listened to one of his tapes it was like he was there in the room with you. It made the distance between you less when you missed him.

"Where did you even get a Walkman?" You ask.

"I told you there's a lot of old shit in this bunker." He laughs. "But this way you can listen to the mixtapes when you go to class or when you're at the library.” He says it nonchalant, but there's an edge to his voice that you don't understand.

I wonder if he's worried about something.

The thought makes you worry about him. Dean worried about a lot of things, but he usually kept it to himself. You figured it was because of his dad. You didn’t know too much about Dean’s father, only that he was dead and that he put a lot of responsibility and pressure on Dean’s shoulders when it came to Sam and the job he did, which forced Dean to be more guarded and unable to admit when he needed help. You of course, were very good at reading him and whenever Dean was worried, you made it a point to have him talk to you about it, even if you didn't have a suggestion. You wanted him to be comfortable letting his walls down. You needed him to know that you were there for him and that he didn’t need to carry the burden alone no matter how heavy it was.

You examine the Walkman, running your thumb against each black button that line along the top and against the smooth plastic edges. “That was very thoughtful. Thanks Dean.”

“You’re welcome.” He pauses. “I-uh- also included a new tape.”

“Oh cool. I can't wait to listen to it. I loved the last one." You pop out the cassette and look at the label.

Dean always came up with ridiculous names that made you laugh, names like "Psyched to See You Mix Vol 1," and "It's a Good Day to Call Dean."

This one was called "In Case I Do Something Stupid." "I love the name. Does it mean that this is just a pre-recorded blanket apology if you're not careful on a hunt-"

"No it's not."

"Uh-huh." You put the tape back into the Walkman.

“But for this one, when you listen to it, can you call me? I really want to know what you think.” Dean continues.

“If it’s another 8 minute drum solo of Moby Dick-“

“It's not and it hurts me that you didn’t like it. But promise that you’ll call after you listen to it.”

“It wasn't bad. And will there be a test?” You tease him, confused that he's so adamant about you calling him after you listen. Whenever Dean gave you a mixtape he was excited to know what you thought, but was usually more nonchalant about it.

"No." Dean laughs, but it doesn't sound right. "I just want to know what you think."

"Well I can bring it with me when I come this weekend and we can listen to it together-"

"NO!" Dean exclaims. "I mean-um- you should listen to it now and call me." He recovers stumbling over his words.

"Okay." You draw it out confused as to why he is acting so weird. "I will take detailed notes over all of the songs and tell you how much I loved them."

“Okay.” Dean pauses again. “Um y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I- I’m gonna be at the bunker for a few days researching so you can call me anytime-“ He says it quickly, not in the cool and collected way he usually spoke.

“Dean are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure? You sound a little weird."

"I'm sure it's just the connection." Dean pauses again. "I-"

"Dean?"

“I miss you.” He says it hesitantly, and for a second you think that he was going to say something else.

“I miss you too. I promise I’ve just got the one test and then I’ll be there this weekend.”

"Okay."

You could feel the three little words hovering on the tip of your tongue, the three little words you would have gladly told him five months ago when you first started officially dating. You knew that you were in love with Dean, had been in love with him from the moment your eyes locked with his, but the problem was that you'd never said it to anyone else. Of course you'd never felt about anyone the way you felt about him. He was kind, caring, sexy, protective, and just the right amount of batshit crazy that always kept you guessing.

I miss him so much.

Dean hadn’t said it either. But you understood that he was a little slow when it came to stuff like that and it wasn’t that you thought he didn’t love you. Dean said it plenty of other ways. Not to mention you figured he probably also hadn’t said it to anyone before and might be afraid to admit it aloud.

"I'll see you this weekend okay?" You sigh into the phone while wishing that Dean was there to hold you.

"Can't wait. Bye Sweetheart."

"Bye Dean."

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Three days pass and you still haven’t listened to the tape. Honestly you forgot about it, too wrapped up in studying for the test and preparing a lab report that took twelve hours to finish, all the while your lab partner, Tim, was frantically proofreading over your shoulder so you could turn it in by the deadline.

It was Thursday night, one day from seeing Dean, and you were sitting in the library for your overnight shift. You reach into your backpack for your notebook, but when you pull it out, the headphones from the Walkman are tangled in the spiral of the notebook.

Oh no. You think to yourself. You couldn't believe that you forgot about the tape and you wonder if that's why Dean hadn't texted or called the past few days, because he was waiting for you to call him to tell him what you thought.

You carefully untangle the headphones from the notebook, before raising your head to look around the library. It was midnight, which meant that the only people in the library were you and the guy in the corner slumped over a stack of textbooks half asleep. His loud snores echoed through the empty room, something else that reminded you of Dean. He didn't believe that he snored, until you recorded it on your phone and played it back to him. But, you didn’t hate that he snored. Sometimes you hated how quiet it was in your bedroom when he wasn't there sleeping beside you, that was usually when you called him just to hear his voice through the phone and closed your eyes to imagine he was there.

Dean never cared what time it was when you called him, in fact, Dean liked it when you called him on your overnight shifts and when you were walking back to your apartment. He liked to make sure that nothing happened to you.

You didn't think that the sleeping man in the corner would need any help anytime soon, so you slip the headphones over your ears and hit play. But when the first song starts, you're confused.

The first song is one of your favorites, "I'll Have to Say I Love You In A Song," by Jim Croce. A singer that you liked to listen to when you winded down at the end of the day and also a singer that was not Dean's favorite. He often teased you about it. For Dean to include the song on the tape was unusual, but you figured that it was because he knew you loved it.

"Well I know it's kinda late,

I hope I didn't wake you,

But what I've gotta say can't wait,

I know you'd understand,

'Cause every time I tried to tell you,

The words just came out wrong,

So I'll have to say I love you in a song…"

You hum along to the music while tapping your foot along to the melody as you reach back into your bag to pull out your textbook and pencil case for your highlighters and note tabs.

The second song starts as you turn back to your textbook, finding the right chapter to begin studying. You had expected the next song to also be a Jim Croce song or another song that you liked given the name of the mixtape. You assumed that "In Case I Do Something Stupid" meant that the tape would be filled with songs you loved to make you feel better if Dean pissed you off, but the next song is not one you know. You can tell it's Kansas, one of Dean's favorite bands, and one that you didn't often listen to before you met him.

"…Stand beside me

I will never let you fall

Stand beside me

I'll come whenever you call…"

You smile to yourself at the lyrics, it makes you think about how dependable Dean is. How he's willing to drop anything and show up whenever you need him. The melancholy tone of the song makes you miss him even more.

The smell of coffee wafts from the 24/7 coffee shop in the lobby, drawing you up from your seat to answer the siren call. When you get back with a iced coffee, you place the headphones over your ears once more and hit play.

The next two songs you recognize, both Journey songs, "Open Arms" and "Faithfully." You’d heard "Open Arms" before, but you'd never taken the time to listen to the lyrics:

"So here I am

With open arms

Hoping you'll see

What your love means to me

Open Arms…"

When "Faithfully" follows, you can't help but feel a nagging sensation in the back of you mind when you listen to the lyrics of the soft ballad like you're missing something:

"…Lost without you

And being apart ain't

easy on this love affair…

Oh, girl, you stand by me

I'm forever yours

Faithfully…"

You highlight another definition in your textbook while chewing on the inside of your cheek. You did like Journey.

Maybe Dean just wanted to include songs that I liked after the whole 8-minute Moby Dick drum solo fiasco.

When the next song comes on you can tell that it's a Led Zeppelin song, given the familiar tone of the lead singer. You continue to listen, focusing on the chorus:

"Oh, all of my love, all of my love to you, now

All of my love, oh yes,

All of my love to you…"

You sit there for a second in the brief silence that follows the song, before you shrug. Dean always included a Led Zeppelin song in his mixtapes because he wanted to continue your education of music with one of his favorite bands.

The next song begins and you immediately know what it is, "Feel Like Makin' Love" by Bad Company. Dean had included the song in a previous mixtape, not to mention you had heard it before on a tape he played when the two of you were together in his room at the bunker. Your cheeks blush as you remember what you were doing when it played. He had plenty of mixtapes that were devoted to THAT particular subject.

But this time you really sit and listen to the words of the song, highlighter poised high over the page:

"Darling, I don't live without you

And your love…

Darling, if I live without you,

I live without love…"

It makes you think of Dean again. You sigh to yourself wishing that it was already time to go back to see him.

There are actually some nice lyrics in this song. You think making a note in the margins of the textbook perched on your knee. You look back up to survey the empty room. The only patron is still in the corner snoring away.

You sit back in your chair, textbook forgotten and pause the tape. You couldn't help but notice that all the songs had a particular theme and you couldn't understand why.

When you hit play the next two are Van Halen, one of your favorite bands, and you immediately recognize both songs. The quick pace of "So This is Love" washes over you, making your heartbeat spike with the beat of the drums.

"Yes, she knows she's mine

And ain't letting go

So this is love?

Ooh I need you love,

Baby, got to have your love…"

Your breath catches in your chest as "When It's Love" starts to play and the smooth sound of the piano tickles against your skin.

"When it's love

Ooh, when it's love

Hey it'll last forever

When it's love

You and I

We're going to feel this thing together…"

And before you can think about the words the next song follows, "Is This Love?" by Whitesnake.

"I feel my love for you growing stronger

Day by day

And I can't wait to see you again

So I can hold you in my arms

Is this love that I'm feeling?

Is this love or am I dreaming?

This must be love

'Cause it's really got a hold on me…"

The next song that follows is Styx, "Babe" and you had heard it on a previous playlist Styx tape that Dean loaned you when he found out that you'd never heard anything by the band before. But this time the song catches you off guard.

"'Cause I'll be lonely without you

And I'll need your love to see me through

But please believe me, my heart is in your hands

'Cause I'll be missing you

Babe, I love you…"

You sit there in the silence that follows "Babe," unable to stop the rapid beat of your heart recognizing the familiar theme with all of the other songs on the mixtape and unable to stop focusing on the words of the song. You take a sip of your iced coffee, tapping your highlighter against your textbook while trying to gather your thoughts. But you couldn't focus on anything on the page. Your thoughts turn to the funny name that Dean decided to call the mixtape.

It's just a coincidence. Dean made another mixtape with songs that he wanted to share with me-

And then the Jim Croce song, "I'll Have to Say I Love You In a Song," comes back on. And you understand. It was exactly what Dean was doing. He was saying "I love you" the only way he knew how.

You look at the label of the cassette again, running your thumb over the writing. You thought that the "In Case I Do Something Stupid" title Dean wrote, meant listen to the tape whenever he pissed you off for being careless on a hunt, but you realize the title referred to if Dean hurt you, if he broke your heart somehow along the way, the tape was a reminder and a confession of his love. A reminder that he wasn't going to give you up, and that he was going to fix it the best way he could.

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Dean POV

He tapped his pen anxiously against the ancient text as he laid across his bed, glancing every few seconds at the dark phone on his left.

You still hadn’t called.

It’d been three days since you said you’d listen to the mixtape, three days of absolute agony. Dean sighed looking back at the text but he couldn’t focus on any of the words.

What if she listened to it and didn’t love me? What if that’s why she wasn’t calling? He thought to himself, frown deepening.

He’d thought about saying it to you a million times, almost said it on the phone three days ago, but he was afraid. Dean didn’t like admitting that, but it was true. His fear that you would reject his declaration of love kept him from whispering the three little words that he’d wanted to say from the moment you’d met and patched him up two years ago. He'd never said it before, but he'd never wanted to say it to anyone before he met you.

He glances back at his phone hopefully as the screen illuminates, but it's only a notification from his email. It was past six am, but every time Dean tried to go to sleep all he could think about was you, you and the fact that you hadn't called or texted. Dean taps the pen on the book again, as his heart continues to sink.

Why is this so hard? Why can’t I just say it to her? I should call and tell her right now- Dean picks up his phone, but then puts it down.

Because what if you had listened to the tape and this was your way of avoiding him. What if you’d never call him back and that was it? What if this was your way of saying that you didn't love him and you didn't know how to get around the awkwardness of calling to tell him that you didn't?

His heart seized in his chest to think that. His mind began to circle the drain again, thinking of all the things he said to you the night that you told him that you wanted him. He had been surprised of course. You were so different than him, so warm and full of life that it made him feel like he’d swallowed the sun whenever he was around you. He didn't realize that you'd wanted him as much as he wanted you, in fact, half the time Dean believed that he didn't deserve to be with someone like you, not after all the things he'd done.

Dean rolls over on his back to look up at the ceiling of his bedroom, tracing the cracks in the metal and the familiar patches of rust, hoping for sleep to give him some relief.

But he can't, all he can think about is you.

Dean remembers his younger years, his years of stringing women along and flirting with whatever caught his eye. But you made him better man and that's why he loved you. You knew him better than anyone else, saw his flaws, allowed him to be open and vulnerable for the first time. You didn't make him feel like less of a man when he expressed emotions and you allowed him to break. Dean couldn't wait to see you again, because when he was with you, he didn't feel the albatross hanging around his neck.

A loud, frantic knocking at his door stirs him from his thoughts.

"I'm not in the mood Sammy." Dean grumbles. He throws his muscular forearm over his eyes to shut out the light above and to staunch the flow of self-deprecating thoughts.

The knocking persists.

Dean sighs loudly, before standing from his bed and walking to the solid metal door, his hotdog pajama pants swishing against his ankles.

"I said I'm not-" Dean looks up where Sam's face usually would be, but sees nothing.

What?

Then he drops his gaze and he sees you. Your cheeks are flushed bright red, hair blown back away from your face in tangles, wearing Dean's favorite pair of jeans, the ones that hug you so tight that it makes him have a hard time focusing. Your smile breaks something in his chest, spreading warmth and comfort through his body like a wildfire.

Dean can't remember the last time he felt comfort before he met you. When you were with him it felt like home, something that he was missing for so long in his life.

"Hey Sweetheart, what are you doing he-" He barely gets the words out before you throw yourself at him. Dean stumbles back with the force of your tackle as your lips find his, arms wrapping around the back of his neck to grip his bare shoulders and pull his face further down to yours.

Dean falls backward on the bed with you on top of him, the thick volume pressing into his back painfully, but he doesn't feel it all he's aware of is you. How your body feels on top of his, how your lips move together as one, and the soft sounds you make into his mouth when he deepens the kiss and drags his hands down to your hips.

You pull back out of breath, lips bright pink. "I listened to it. I'm so sorry it took me so long."

"You did?" Dean's hands are comfortably seated on top of your hips, squeezing just enough that he knows you're here, you're real, and he didn't fall asleep.

"Yeah, and I didn't want to say this on the phone." Your eyes are bright. "I love you too Dean."

Dean's heart skips a beat, an uncontrollable smile shining from his face with your confession. He can't remember a single solitary moment in which he'd felt so much love, comfort, and happiness surging beneath his skin.

"You do?" He didn't mean to ask it, but the little voice was back spreading doubt.

"Of course I do. It's impossible not to." You lean down to kiss him again, your fingertips flitting over his muscular torso in a way that makes pins and needles trace in their wake. "But I'd like to hear you say it." Your forehead presses against his, hair tickling his cheeks.

"I love you y/n." Dean whispers. He watches the way your blush swells over your cheeks, smile widening with his words. And all he wants is to make you smile like that for the rest of his life, to bask in your glow because you are the sun.

Dean secures his hand at the back of your head and draws you down to him, losing himself in the warmth of your love and the soft promise of what tomorrow would bring.

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Now Or Never - Carl Grimes x Y/N (gender-neutral)

Warnings: SLOW BURN, smut (18+), receiving!y/n, receiving!carl, fingering, protected sex, loosing first times, angst (miscommunication), finding comfort, slight jealous!carl, slight jealous!y/n, swearing. All teenage characters are set to be 18-19, so a bit different than the original timeline.

Summary of the prologue: You and Carl have known each other since kindergarten. Yet after the whole world fell down in front of your eyes, the chances of meeting again would be slim to nothing. After 10~11 years of looking for a stable group of survivors, you found and now live comfortably in a place called Alexandria, with your friends Ron, Mikey and Enid. Until one day, when you sneak out, you come across two strangers from a group near your home and you happen to recognize a familiar face.

A/N: This will be one of my first fanfics that contains a first perspective Y/N gender neutral reader as I want to satisfy everyone with this! Feel free to send requests. :))

Words: idk but it’s beyond long. 😞

“Fuck..” You say as you look down at your leg. You were just ambushed by a zombie, barely getting away but luck is on your side today, as the walker got caught up on a trap you had previously placed some days before. Though, it did managed to rip your jeans a little, your breath quickens as you search for any scratch or bites. You were safe, but you never knew when you couldn’t.

‘I can’t do this, I need to get back inside. What if Ron finds out I went out?!’ You mentally told yourself.

Your friends in Alexandria were rather nice most of the times, but Ron had.. problems. His dad wasn’t the Dad Of The Year, nor would he be close to that title, so you believed it rubbed on Ron as years went on. You and Ron had always multiple fights about getting to explore outside the safety of the walls. Not only would he always bring up your traumatic upbringing up until Alexandria to make you stay inside, he would also comment that you would use it as an excuse to smoke cigarettes. Well, he wasn’t far off from the second argument, but you never actually smoke. Near the ‘safe zone’ of Alexandria, you would always light up a cigarette and leave it to burn on a empty tombstone. You don’t remember how long you had done it for, but you knew exactly why you did it. It was the grave of what you once were.

You reminisced of times when you went to school and you had to sit by your only friend that your memory refused to block. Carl Grimes. He was the sweetest boy since kindergarten until you were about 8 and he was 7, right before shit went down. You always wondered in the dead of night if he had lived as far as you did, and if he was dead, where was he buried. You wanted to be buried a long beside him, he was your first love after all, you two were inseparable, reading comic books every moment you had got in break, made friendships bracelets that you had eventually lost after 3 days because y’know how kids are, but your favorite time of all, making sleepovers at each others houses so you could stay up and watch the stars from his yard. It wasn’t his interest to begin with, you had always loved the stars and wanted to grow up as an astronaut, and when Carl had heard about such, he started to like them too because of you. You thought it was adorable and that was probably when you started to like him, but the day you were about to invite to your place for another sleepover, you saw him leaving school with his mom and another man, who you don’t remember well his face nor name, but you know that after he took Carl into his car, you never saw him again.

After the apocalypse started, you came running home as chaos was running right behind you. Cars crashing, people screaming and being eaten right in front of you, of course that can change someone for the worse. You arrived home with your dad immediately handing you a baggage with your stuff, food and water and you never looked back.

It would be nice to continue your inner dialogue and how you had lost your dad and future people as you watch the cigarette burn on the empty grave. But you hear voices not far from where you stood.

“Dad, where are you going? Wasn’t Alexandria that way?” A calm yet a slight raspy voice questions their parental figure, you figure he’s around Ron’s age since you have heard the teenagers in Alexandria voices change and go through changes.

‘Sigh’ - You hear. - “You have no idea, WE have NO idea these people are. They could be murderers for all I know, and my main mission is to keep everyone in the group at bay and in a safe place.” A much more deeper and scratchy voice coming behind you. You rushed to hide inside an open tree near the grave but the fallen leaves crunch under your steps, giving away your presence.

“That doesn’t answer my ques- Wait. Did you hear that?” You hear as the supposedly younger male clocks his gun. Welp, you fucked up this time.

You start praying to every god you can remember, even when you have never believed in such things, it’s not like you had the time to focus on religion after everything that has happened to you. But this was different, this is one the few times you had stumbled upon danger and unfortunately, you saw no way out unless a miracle happens.

“Carl, how many do you think there are hidden here?” Carl?! Huh. Ironic how you were thinking about your childhood friend and now you were getting hunted down by the person with the same name.

“I heard few footsteps, so I’d say a walker, I can handle it. Don’t worry.” The older figure, whose presumably his dad, gives a quick okay and you hear as he walks away and this supposed ‘Carl’ slowly approaches your hiding spot. You held your hands up to your mouth, hoping no breath or sound came out of your body.

“Pst pst psst..” You hear ‘Carl’ call out to you. How dare he?! But then again, he thinks you’re a walker and not a person, so being cat called should be least of your proble-

You look up to see a gun pointed right at your face outside the tree hole. For a few moments you can’t tell if you’re about to cry, scream or do anything. You’re just shocked.

“Who are you?” The male asks, obviously not in a friendly mood. It takes a few minutes to indulge and zone back into reality as you observe his body up and down. He has long brown hair, with a fringe that covers his right patched eye. Speaking of it, it seems he only had one baby blue eye, as his eyebrows furrowed, slight veins appear on his hands and he looks pretty wearing a sheriff’s hat. He had sweet little freckles that reminded you of someone you once loved and knew. Wait. You could not believe your own vision as you slowly piece together who the person in front of you might be.

“Carl?” You pause. “C-Carl Grimes?”

You watch as Carl’s eyes widen not breaking eye-contact, his face goes from shocked to an aggressive look once more, yet his voice sounds confused.

“How do you know my name?” His grasp on the gun seems to tighten.

“It’s me, Carl, Y/N (Y/L/N)! Remember us in school? We used to watch stars together before everything went to shit, do you not remember-“ You suddenly stay quiet.

The boy immediately lowers his gun, even tugging it back in his gun holder. You could tell he was about to cry because he stood there biting his lip with watery eyes. You hurriedly get up from your tree spot and hug him. Neither of you could not wrap your head around that either of you were alive.

Oh, how you wish you could kiss him and just break down on his sweet warms arms.

You break out of your thoughts as your hear Carl’s dad, Rick. It was nice to see a familiar face that reminded you of your old life, of course Rick was skeptical as to why you two were hugging, since he could not recognize you with everything that happened, but after a walk to Alexandria, where Rick’s group had already arrived, Rick seemed to have recognized you. There were many new people. You recognized a lot of their names, but for personal reasons. It made Carl amused to know you were involved in his life once again. And so were you! Having Carl communicate with your friends and his group bounding well with everyone in the community. Yet you have noticed that Enid seemed to get closer and closer to Carl, which set you off.

Presumably, from your calculations of days, 4 months had passed and your relationship with Carl had, unfortunately, rapidly declined. You would always have a quiet time every time you were paired up together in scavenger hunts, or even when the teenagers all met up to play games together. It broke your heart to know that for the first two weeks with him being back, you had catch up on everything you lived through all these years. And then it stopped. Or well, Carl stopped. He started to become more rude to you, every time you would show up, he would ignore you or lock himself up on his room. Him, Rick and Michonne had decided that the house you were staying at more comfortable for Carl’s young sister, Judith. You were happy at first but now it was hell to live through. As weeks went by, since Carl had stopped talking to you, it was the same routine of him running quickly to his room every single time he saw you.

It pissed you off.

Not only because your childhood friend and crush was avoiding you, but he still hung out with your other friends. Especially, Enid. You would always catch them reading comic books next to each other and even, listening to loud music right in Carl’s room, which happened to be right next to yours. You still liked Enid, she was your friend after all, but you never thought she would like Carl back because she would always talk about Ron to you. The day you confronted her about it around a month ago, and she admitted that she liked Carl and no longer shared feelings with Ron. If that wasn’t the tipping point of your jealousy, you don’t know what was.

In ‘revenge’, you started to hang out with Ron a lot more. But in reality, you didn’t even realize how much closer you had gotten, especially since you had a rocky friendship in the past. You were still a bit skeptical of his behavior but this was until one day you were playing checkers on your bed with Ron.

“Hey, Y/N, mind passing me that small butter knife over there?” Ron looked up from the game, clearly he must have been bored of not playing other games in your house because you had given most to Carl when he first settled in.

“Yeah, sure.” You lean over to reach your bed side table to grab the pen. “Is there a reason why?”

“Yeah, let’s write each others names on the big tree outside where you always hide away!” Ron seemed a bit too excited over this idea. He even turned his face away, from embarrassment of how enthusiastic he must have sounded to you.

You laugh at the idea. “Is this not what Michonne and Rick said they did so their love could live through forever?” You remembered when Daryl found out their initials on the tree they had carved their names on. You were always a fan of Daryl’s comments on Michonne and Rick’s relationship. In fact, he was not against it, but he still seemed against the idea of romantic affection being shown in front of him.

“Well, of course not. Pfft! We’re just friends…, right?” Ron sounded hopeful at the end. Too hopeful for your response to say contrary. You noted to yourself that his face seemed to turn red and redder the more you took to answer.

“Oh Ron, of course! You and your family first welcomed me with open arms and you have been one of my closest friends here.” You stopped as his face was giving the ‘continue’ look. “But-”

His face immediately went serious, but he started to put the checkers aside and slowly approach you as your back hit the headboard of you bed.

“It’s okay, Y/N, I’ve noticed how you’ve been approaching me and I can’t let you go. I’ve waited for this moment for years. These feelings didn’t disappear even when I was into Enid! Please, Y/N. Give me a chance to make you feel alright.” Ron says it so confidently, not even you have the words to say anything.

A brief silence occurs.

“I see the way you looked at Carl when you first arrived. I guessed immediately, he was the first love you talked about so much for the first few years you were here.” Your eyes widen. Shit, is this really the time to bring up your past right now?

“Ron, look. I’m sorry I can’t reciprocate your feelings, but is this the time to talk about him? You know more than anyone even I get disgusted by that nam-“

“LIES!” Ron suddenly screams at you. You flinched a little, it has been awhile since you had a fight so you forgot what he sounded like angry. “I SEE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HIM! DON’T TRY TO TRICK ME.” He threw away the butter knife under your bed.

He had a point. Your head filled with butterflies whenever you saw him smile or having fun. Especially when you were out on your runs, where he would do a little smile whenever he killed a zombie cleanly.

“Y/N! One. Chance.” Ron looked up at you, cooping your cheeks with his hands. He was going to kiss you. Your first kiss was going to be Ron. Just the thought of that happening made your stomach twist, never have you thought of Ron in a romantic way, and it surely wouldn’t change now!

The door burst opens mid inner dialogue and Ron leaning to kiss you. It was.. Carl?

If you didn’t remember seeing Carl that upset, you sure would remember now. He seemed more hungry for murder as he looked at you when he first found you in the tree, a while back. He immediately pounces on top of Ron, preparing to get into a physical fight with him. But why was Carl this mad?

“WHAT THE FUCK, GRIMES?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” Ron tries to push Carl off of him but to no avail.

“NO ANDERSON, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! DON’T YOU HAVE ENID OR A DEAD WALKER OUTSIDE TO BE SMOOCHING?” Carl basically barks back at Ron, both holding each other by the collar.

“OH, YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT ENID? YOU BASICALLY COME HERE, STEAL MY EX AND THEN BREAK MY CRUSH’S HEART? YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE!”

“DON’T CONFUSE ME FOR YOUR STUPID FUCKING DAD. HE’S THE ASSHOLE, NOT ME.”

“YEAH? WELL, WHY DO YOU KEEP AVOIDING Y/N, HUH! YOU ACTED SO CARING AND THEN YOU JUST STOPPED. YOU BROKE THEIR HEART, BASICALLY PLAYING WITH THEIR FEELINGS. BUT THEN ACTING ALL SWEET TO MY GIR-“ Carl cuts him off before he continues spouting his thoughts.

“YOUR GIRL? YOU BROKE UP WITH HER! AND YOU KNOW DAMN WELL, WHY I AVOID Y/N, IT WAS YOU WHO TOLD ME IT WOULD MY WEIRD FEELINGS GO AWAY. THEY GOT STRONGER.” Carl and Ron kept going back and forth and-

Weird feelings? Wait.

“What?” You spoke out loud your own thoughts, the boys turn to look at you. Carl’s face turns slightly red as he realized what he just confessed. Ron looks confused and embarrassed.

“I… I need to talk to Carl. Now.” Your demeanor turns serious. This was it, you had your shot to talk through everything with Carl.

Now or never.

“But-“ You cut off Ron before he could finish.

“But nothing, Ron. Please, see your way out, and Carl, sit by me, this instant.”

Ron takes defeat as he walks out of the room, leaving with a death glare to Carl. Carl takes a minute to finally have the courage to sit by you. Finally, you can talk, face to face.

“Carl… Why have you been avoiding me? Be honest.” Your voice cracks mid sentence, you try to hide your tears from your so beloved who finally stood next to you.

“You want the full story?” You nod. “Alright.” He sighs before continuing.

“Ever since we started living together, it has been great, I got new friends, I got all my family from the outside and now all have their own houses and live comfortably. And especially-“ he carefully approached his hands near to yours. “I got to see and live in the same household as you.”

“I missed you so so much. And that day, it was one of the only days I have cried ever since this ordeal has begun. I cried when people died, but seeing that something from my old past life before this happened, gave me hope that there is good in this world, if you were still alive.” He scooted a little close to you, as he maintained eye contact. “I had realized as the small time we updated our lives and I got to know you again, that I fell for you. Once again.”

Your face feels itself warming up to his words, but you still had questions to ask.

“But why were you ignoring me, if you fell for me?”

“I…” His whole appearance changes. He starts twitching and crossing his legs. “I started feeling something weird happening to me. Like, I felt butterflies in my stomach when I saw you but, it was something else.”

“What was it?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I can’t.. say.” He looks away from you for the first time. “I went to Ron and Mickey about it, they said, I was ‘horny or excited’. I started having perverted thoughts about you and.. I felt bad because they both said that girls feel creeped out by guys who think that way.” You can see his ears turning red, he was blushing just from saying out his feelings. “They said that if I had hung out with Enid, since I didn’t like her nor does she like me, I could look at you normally, but it failed.”

It ticked you off that THAT was the reason he kept avoiding you. He got boners and thoughts from seeing you. It.. made sense, actually. He always left dinner as soon as he was done and going to his room right after. How did this not cross your mind?! He also did not know of Enid’s feelings and you were going to stay quiet about it.

“You know that, those are completely normal feelings, right?” You comment, and laugh right afterwards. It was cute to see him all bothered up because of you. “That is called feeling sexual attraction, it comes along when you first get romantic feelings. You can always NOT have sexual attraction even when you like someone, that’s valid but, it seems that isn’t your case.” You look up at him as he stares at you back, biting his lip.

“Does that mean that.. you don’t hate me for thinking of you in dirty ways?” He pauses as he tries to hide the fact that he is looking you up and down.

“Well, I’d be lying if I say I didn’t think of you the same way some times..” You also turn away from Carl, as you feel your face warm up.

You’re two touch-deprived and in need of each other’s love and affection teenagers. It seems that neither of your feelings left even when everything you knew turned upside down. Yet it made you feel happy that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Actually no. You NEEDED him, and he desperately NEEDED you back.

“Hey, Y/N… Do you mind if.. I kiss you?” He makes brief pauses in the middle catching his breath. Which makes you wonder what could possibly be making his breath so unsteady, and then you look down at his pants. Ah, understandable. His dick was about as ready to burst, he was probably gonna come to your touch as soon as you started making out.

And that’s exactly what you did. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his hand carefully around your waist. You could tell you both had waited for this moment for a long time. To be honest, you had actually predicted this moment, which made you get some condoms from Daryl on his last run. He definitely looked at you weirdly when you handed him the paper of stuff you needed.

Carl starts moving from your sloppy make out down to your neck, leaving marks all over. You were loving it. You asked if you should both take off your clothes, and he wasted no time. Carl basically rushed to take off your shirt ad you took off his. Once it was done, he was looking directly at your revealed chest and you looking at his. He didn’t a have a six pack, and thank the heavens for that. He was just the perfect amount of slight shown abs and it matched him so swell. His smile grew a bit bigger as he observed your chest and he started sucking and softly biting around your nipples.

Where the fuck did he learn that from?!

You scratch his back, deepening your nails on his pale skin. You wanted to make sure your mark stayed on his body forever. He made you lay down on your bed and Carl began kissing your torso until where his lips and your pants met. He looked up for approval to take them off. God, his pretty eyes staring with desire at only you, made you go crazy. You gave a nod of approval, and he wasted no time taking them off and throwing them away on the floor, along with your underwear. He observed your hole, and began to explore it by playing around with his fingers. You noticed that he still didn’t take off that grin off his face, you weren’t complaining, in fact, made you as horny as him probably.

“Y/N, do you mind if I enter my fin-“

“Just do it, please!” You didn’t even let him finish the sentence. You were so desperate for his touch, it was driving you mad.

His smile only got bigger to know that you were in need of him, and he inserted his fingers. You gasp, as his long slender fingers explored inside you. You felt your breath getting heavier and heavier as he inserted two more fingers. If you couldn’t handle his fingers, how would you handle whatever monster was hiding in his pants. He suddenly took them out, making you look at him.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I want to do it so bad.” Before you could ask what was it he was talking about, he put his tongue inside you. You twitch in excitement and can’t help but let moans escape your mouth. He is making out with your hole and both parties are enjoying it, he is more than happy to just know that you’re his first and he is yours. Carl stops for a moment, that thought just made him even more trouble than ever. His dick was about to rip through his pants. As he begins to take his pants to revealing a hungry red/pinkish colored dick, basically pulsating to enter you, you remember of your condom.

“Wait, wait!” Carl looks confused at you. “I have a condom! We can’t get another Judith just yet!” You both giggle and he managed to open the condom. He rolls it over his cock , as you take a moment to indulge in the mystery in Carl’s pants. It looked perfect for you, a match made in hell. You gave a slight slime at Carl as he looks up at you, daringly.

“Are you sure it’ll fit?” Carl question as he positions his tip to your entrance.

“We’ll make it fit, Carl, we both desire it.” You gave a reassuring statement. It was enough to make Carl loose his control.

Carl thrust into you, and as you are prepared to moan, he starts making out with you to keep the noise down. He just wanted to keep the monas to himself. He lets you adjusts and when you have calmed down, he starts moving again. With every thrust, you feel both your bodies connecting more and more.

“Carl, f-faster!” You start begging.

“Fuck, Y/N… You’re about to crush me with your walls. Are you sure you can handle me?” You nod and he grabs your hips. “Alright then, you asked for it.”

His speed rapidly increased and so did the intensity of every thrust. His hands felt gentle on your skin, moving along with your body structure. You can feel his dick inside you, twitching and you hear him whimper your name, the faster he goes.

“I think I’m gonna c-“

“Me too, baby, me too…” You can tell he’s out of breath, but he still makes effort to make you feel good. You feel as one of his hands travels to where your entrance is and starts playing with it. You started whimpering and moaning Carl’s name, louder and louder. He is enjoying seeing you so vulnerable to him.

With few last thrusts, you came at the same time, luckily, the condom didn’t rip inside you, but when taking it out, it made a mess on Carl’s cock. He was still hard somehow, and he was embarrassed at it. As he was about to get up from your bed to not make a mess, you approach your head near his dick.

“Y/N, what are you doin- Nghh!” He quickly stops his sentence as you start licking and sucking his dripping cum out of his dick. He calmly places a hand on your head, and starts bopping up and down. You can tell he’s getting close with the way he pits his head back. Your speed gradually gets higher and when he’s about to to come in your mouth, Carl pushes your head down as deep in your throat as possible. You swallow what ‘surprise’ he left you, as he lays next to your body, catching his breath after your intense first time.

After cleaning up, he tucks you in your bed as he cuddles with you under your cozy blankets.

“So… Does this mean we get to finally be together?” Carl breaks your comfortable silent.

“Well of course, I don’t want anyone to ever take yours kisses or take your attention away from me!” You pretended to be actually upset over that matter, as you snuggled your head onto his chest.

He laughs and pulls you in closer. “I’ll never let that happen. Not Ron, not Mickey, definitely not Enid.”

“Not now or ever.” He kisses your forehead as you both drift off to sleep.

#carl grimes #twd fanfiction #carl grimes smut #carl grimes twd #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead carl #smut #fanfiction #help me god #twd daryl #twd rick #rick grimes #alexandria #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x reader

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tristan dugray with baby fever

STOOOOOOOP PLEASE PLEASE KEEP GOING

no bc we've already established a LOT about Tristin. he's dedicated. obsessivley so, even. once he HAS you he doesn't get jealous in a petty way as much as in a puffing out his chest birds acting eccentric to defend their turf way. when he gets jealous the pda goes in FULL SWING. he is so shameless and has just a little sprinkle winkle of bull energy. so you would think that his baby fever comes from this obsessive lovey dovey I want everyone to look at you and know you're mine place right???????? not quite. like it does but not till later. Tristin's baby fever is soul crushingly gut punchingly triggered by watching you interact with a little kid. Chilton is a k-12 school, so this probably started late in your senior year. there was some little kid who was new and got horribly lost and ended up in the high school building instead of the kindergarten building. you and Tristin saw her hiding behind a bench and you stopped to help her. Tristin stood nearby, watching the way you crouched down and introduced yourself in a gentle voice, the softness of your demenor to not scare her. you told her you get lost all the time, and it's normal for a new school to feel scary until you get used to it. you smooth her hair and tell her chilton is really fun and the other kids are nice. you tell her how great the cafeteria is and how cool the junglegym is at recess. you offer to help her find her kindergarten room, and Tristin watches with wide eyes and changing brain chemistry as you scoop up this adorable little kid wearing a backpack as big as she is and walk over to him.

"This is my friend Tristin. Tristin, this is Lilly. Do you wanna walk with us to the kindergarten building?"

Lilly tries to say hi but hides shyly as you chuckle. Tristin walks with you two all the way across campus as you two show Lilly all the cool statues and portraits, all the old trophys and class photos along the way. Tristin works his magic, charming giggles and smiles out of Lilly as you two turn a terrible first day into a pretty good one. You each hold one of her hands and swing her along as you finally reach the kindergarten building, smiling and giggling right along with her until she's safely dropped off at her kindergarten room. Mrs. Benning, the teacher, thanks both of you profusely. Before you part ways, you give Lilly a hug and high five for good luck. Mrs. Benning sends ahead a note so neither of you get in trouble for missing class, and I swear to god, Tristin does not stop thinking about it for weeks.

Flash forward a couple years, Tristin is almost out of college and ready to step into the marketing department of the family business, just like his parents and grandparents planned. One day he gets a call from his dad, telling him that his cousin Honor's baby shower is coming up soon, giving him the details of when to be there and what to bring, but he kind of stops listening after that. Honor's having a baby? like, his cousin Honor? the one that's not too much older than you and him? he stares at you sitting on the floor in front of a mirror, doing your makeup and wearing one of his shirts with the coffee he made you at your side, and suddenly he can't stop thinking about a little toddler that looks just like the both of you running over and sitting in your lap while you do your makeup. calling you mama, shaking a rattle or whatever toddlers play with, wearing those little pajamas with the feet on them... and now it's all he can think about. he knows his dad and grandpa have had his life planned out for him since before he was born, he always knew the timeline was graduate, marriage, kids, take over the family business and he really never had like... a resentful "I hate my destiny" phase with it. Up until high school he was very much in the "oh that's years away that doesn't have anything to do with me and my life yet" mindset. then he met you. and now, standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom in your shared apartment watching you get ready, Tristin is overcome with desire. he wants you. he wants a life with you, he wants to hear you say that he's the father of your child. he wants an unbreakable, irreversable bond of every possible kind with you. chemical, social, legal, eveything. he wants to cuff you, to lock you in. he wants to sleep at night knowing that your and his babies, toddlers, kids, are sleeping soundly in their cozy rooms right down the hall, that you get to sleep next to your husband Tristin, the father of your children Tristin. he wants to hear people call you Mrs. Dugray, wants to bump up his old man to a grandpa, prove to his dad how a dad should treat his children. he wants to break the godforsaken generation cycle that always seems to come with the generational wealth, and raise your kids to be loved and happy and secure. and in that moment, he speedran through all the stages of baby fever to stage 4 extreme terminal the baby fever is baby fevering kinda baby fever. god help you, the (surprisingly short) span of time between now and when you get pregnant???? he's going to be more insufferable than ever.

I will be writing more about how insufferable and nightmare and evil /pos tristin is with baby fever just not in this ask cause it's getting too long. send me more excuses to talk about this.

#drabbles #tristin dugray #tristin dugray x reader #tristin dugray drabbles #baby fever #gilmore girls #gilmore girls drabbles #gilmore girls x reader #dad!tristin dugray #tristin with baby fever is a NIGHTMAREEEEEE #AUUUUGHHHHHHH HES SO CHARMING #he's so so so he's so he's he's heeeee'ssssss #“aww look how cute mary... think we could do better?”#AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Song Of The Misty Mountains (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett live for the nights in early spring when the family can be together

Warnings: Mentions of adoption, birth etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia @bradleybeachbabe

"Good God I hate cleaning the kitchen," you muttered, scraping the last of the dinner scraps into the garbage can next to the sink.

"At least ya'll don't have to clean the bathroom," Cecelia chuckled. "I swear I have to call a NEST team to come and fumigate every time one or both of those idiots in the living room eats at the Bakshis' restaurant."

"Hah! Better than eating Dad's chili," Joy laughed as she collected the dishes.

You made a face and feigned a gagging noise. The last time you had Art Hawk's chili was at a summer cookoff at Amy and Rose's school during the summer fair and the upstairs bathroom had never been the same since, but damn was it good with a big hunk of cornbread.

You, Cecelia, Joy, Martha, Beth, Monica and the others cleared away and cleaned up the rest of the dishes from dinner, hoping to be able to finally relax as you all filled each other in on the goings on in each others lives.

"Literally cannot wait for summer," Martha Hawk laughed as she helped you scrub the dishes in the sink. "First year Rosie gets to dance in the powwows and my mom's coming down from Idaho."

"And to boot, you get the summer off," you told her.

Martha laughed, an excited squeak making its way in. She was more than excited to be joining you at the school as your teaching assistant in the lower grades and excited at the prospects of finally having summers off again. As soon as Amy's case had officially closed when she turned a year old, Martha had decided a change of field was more than needed.

"Alright, time for a game of fridge tetris," Beth laughed.

You and the girls laughed and chattered away with Amy and Rose popping in and out of the kitchen every couple of minutes. You couldn't believe that the two of them would be starting kindergarten in September. It had seemed like yesterday that you and Rhett had brought Amy home with Rosie arriving barely three days later. Four years had gone by a little too fast and at the beginning of July, the girls would both be turning five.

Once everything was done and settled, the dishes washed, dried and put away, into the living room you went where the men of the family had already gathered and had gotten the fire going in the fireplace. The logs crackled, hissed, spit and snapped as sparks and embers flew up the chimney but the living room was as warm and cozy as ever. The grass outside was coated in the thinnest layer of hoarfrost, a sign that March would soon give way to April and the promise of spring that would soon be coming.

Everyone chattered away, shooting the shit between each other while John disappeared and came back every so often with a drink of choice. "God I live for these nights," he said, taking his spot next to Royal. "Fire crackling away, wind blowing outside and Manhattan in one hand."

The front door creaked open and shut with Billy and Shania Tillerson kicking off their shoes near the rack and joining everybody in the living room. "S'f-f'f-fuckin cold out," Billy shuddered.

"Well here ya big knucklehead, take this!" Cecelia said, tossing the wooly throw blanket his way.

"Thanks Cece," Shania said as soon as she caught it and put it around her and Billy.

Everyone went about their business until Rose and Amy came barreling in, begging for Royal or someone to read them a story.

"Alright, alright, ya'll get on over here," Royal said, finally giving in to their request.

Rose and Amy took their places on the living room rug, the others listening eagerly as Amy handed Royal her copy of "The Hobbit", a story that Rhett had loved growing up, second only to "The Indian In The Cupboard" of course.

Royal began to read aloud, both the girls and everyone in the room listening intently. You and Rhett huddled close together as he read, mesmerized by how well Royal could do the character voices. You had all nearly lost track of the time when his mother's grandfather clock in the hallway rang in the hour of 8:30.

"Alright you two, upstairs," Royal told them. "C'mon, it's bedtime."

Amy and Rose hurried upstairs on his orders, rushing to their room and leaving the others downstairs.

Royal threw another log onto the fire, hissing as it split open and released its sharp scent throughout the room. He hummed as he placed another one in there, low and droning as John joined in along with Thomas, Mo and Art and the rest of them. It wasn't long before you heard those familiar words filling the room, words that spoke of far off mountains, wizards, dwarves and hidden treasure deep in lands unexplored.

"Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To find our long-forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light."

Their voices were almost like that of the dwarves themselves, deep and droning in the night as they sang. You and the girls all joined in as the fire crackled away and the sky outside was tinted deep shades of red and pink. When it had all gone silenced, you and Rhett heard a pair of giggles coming from the stairs.

"Alright you two, bed! Now!" Rhett ordered.

The girls ran back upstairs, the two of you hoping that would be the only time you would have to say something.

"Think they'll be back down again?" you asked him.

"Only time will tell darlin," Rhett chuckled as he kissed you.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #amy abbott #joy hawk #martha hawk #rose hawk

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It’s Been a While

Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Summary - Kelsey is a single mom who has been seeing Bradley for a few months now. It’s been years since she’s been with someone, and after a few months of dating Bradley, they finally have a special (much needed) time together.

warnings - 18+ minors dni, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, mentions of body appearance (stretchmarks, mom belly), anything else PLEASE let me know!

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It had been years since she was touched like this. Years since she had been touched period. Being a single mom who’s sole purpose was working and taking care of her daughter, she didn’t have much time for anything else - much less dating.

That’s why she was hesitant to respond to her cousin, Natasha’s text message a few months back, claiming she had the perfect bachelor for her. One who was dedicated to work, and if it didn’t work out, often got shipped off for months at a time. She had pushed off her cousin’s persistence to “get back out there” for years after the bad split with her daughter’s father, but it was near impossible to ignore the urge when Nat was sending pictures of said bachelor every single day since they had been stationed back at Top Gun together.

She couldn’t deny how good he looked, even with the dumb pornstache and his goofy grin. She especially couldn’t deny it when Nat sent pictures of them all at the beach one day, slick with sweat and defined muscles. The Navy had done him good, and she couldn’t help her mind from sinking into the loop of just how good his large hands would feel on her body later that night.

If you told her three years ago that she would be where she is now, pushed against the back of her front door with those very hands on her, she would laugh in your face. If you told her three months ago she would be moaning into the very mouth of Bradley Bradshaw.. that she might have believed.

She missed being with someone. She missed that companionship, that intimacy. Natasha had nearly fell out of her chair in the middle of a class when she had text back and finally agreed to at least meet the guy. Natasha was ecstatic, all but knocking Bradley down after class to tell him her cousin wanted to meet. She may or may not have been putting the idea into Bradley’s head for a few weeks longer than she had been bugging her cousin. Sure Bradley had been with his fair share of women, but once his promotion came through, he spent all the time at Top Gun that he could, learning and soaking up any and every new thing he could learn. He didn’t have time to date anymore, not even long enough for a sleazy lay. It had been a while though, and he was in desperate need of it. Thus Natasha’s brilliant idea to hook up two people she held dear to her heart.

She would never set out to hurt either one of them, not intentionally. She knew they would take care of each other no matter which way anything went with them. They were both kind spirited, heart of gold. Both raised mostly the same, surrounded by love and respect. Who better for each other than Bradley Bradshaw and Kelsey Trace.

Bradley and Kelsey had been seeing each other for three months now. Three months of constant texting between work, three months of sweet kisses and soft whispers. Bradley was slow with her, not wanting to spook her away too soon or put off the wrong impression. He knew late nights didn’t get to happen much between her work and his work and her having a kindergartener - that she had yet to let him meet, but he didn’t push her.

He knew the pain his mom went through when they lost his dad, he couldn’t begin to imagine the pain that Kelsey felt with her ex being alive but no distant from his child it was as if he had died altogether.

He didn’t expect to fall for her like he did, so far, so fast. It all just happened, for the both of them. Things just clicked and suddenly felt right once the two had went out that first night. Nothing was the same since. And neither would change that for anything, not now, not ever.

Bradley pushes his body flush against hers, knocking her smaller frame into the wood door of her house. Hands holding her face tilted up towards him to deepen the kiss more while he hands fisted the material of his black fleece shirt. They had made out plenty, but never this heated, never in her empty house. Hell, he had never even been in her house yet. She kept her home-life shut off from him for now, until she completely could trust he wouldn’t end up hurting her or her daughter.

Tonight, was different. He had walked her to the door just like every time they went out, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, promising to let her know when he got home. Usually that was the end. Tonight, however, Kelsey had been the one to kiss him first, waltzing in her house, leaving the door wide open without a word. She hadn’t made it off the large rug on the inside of the door mantel before he was grabbing her arm and pushing her against the door, lips attacking her in such a desire she thought she would melt right through the floorboards.

She all but mewls when his hand gropes her breast, the light squeeze sending her head back against the wall.

Bradley chuckles lightly, moving to kiss along her jawline, nipping at the soft skin wherever he felt needed it. “Look at you, you’re so touch deprived.”

A gasp falls from her parted lips, feeling his hips buck against hers, earning a groan from him. He was right, she was entirely touch deprived. The first few years after her break up she opted to a vibrator and if needed, a dildo. But nothing really satisfied her, nothing like she truly needed. So instead she stopped altogether, brushing away any sexual tendencies that came over her.

“Bradley,” it comes out as whine, his teeth sinking into the skin where her neck and shoulder met. Her fingernails scrape against his scalp, tugging his brown locks as he sucks and licks at the mark he just made.

Yeah they were thirty and he just gave her a hickey, sue him. He wanted everyone to see that she was someone’s - that she was his.

“Bradley,” she tries again, heaving out a breath as hands roam around her chest, down on her ribs.

“What is it, honey? Is this okay?” his trails sloppy open mouthed kisses back to her mouth, pulling away from her to look at her face. He didn’t want to go too fast, he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

Her head nods, eyes fluttering open to hazily look at him. “The bedroom,” she breathes out, snaking her shaky hands under the hem of his shirt. “The bedroom in down the hall on the left.”

Then she’s pushing up on her toes, reconnecting their lips as her tails drag along the skin of his lower back. He groans, moving his hands to her ass, giving it a good squeeze.

She can feel the thin material of her underwear clinging to her, a weird feeling she had never felt before. Being this wet for someone but just a little touching. But Bradley wasn’t just someone to her. He hadn’t been for a while now.

Fingers sneak down, curling under the curve of her ass barely brushing her denim covered core. She moves her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to her, to her height. Bradley slides his hands the rest of the way down, easily picking her up by the back of her thighs. He maneuvers through the room and down the hall, seeking her bedroom, huffing out moans from her kissing and licking over his scarred neck.

It takes seconds for his long strides to bring him to the place they both wanted to be. Kicking his shoes off as fast as he can, he trips, barely catching their bodies on the edge of the bed as the room fills with her heavenly giggles.

“Slow down there, hotrod.” she grins, sinking teeth into her bottom lip, clinging to his larger built like a monkey as he crawls them both up to the pillows.

“You want slow, sweetheart?” his breath fans against her throat, moving his lower half swiftly against her in the slowest grind he can muster.

“Bradley,” she gasps, feeling his hardening dick through both of their jeans.

Much to her dismay, he leans back on his knees, discarding his shirt. Kelsey moans at the sight of his muscles rippling as he moves, his dog tags falling perfectly between his pecs. She reaches out, wrapping her fingers in the chain and pulling him back down to her. Their lips fight against each other, savoring the taste of the different dessert they had just moments prior at a restaurant.

His fingers dig into her love handles, hard enough she’s sure there will be bruises tomorrow, but the pressure is anything but painful. She digs the heels of her shoes into the mattress, bucking her hips against his. Bradley groans, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth.

“Shirt.”

Cold fingers dance up her sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them. She shivers under his touch helping him rid her body of the blouse. His eyes scan over every inch of her now exposed skin, taking in the beauty in front of him.

If only she had the same outlook as him. Until now, with his eyes roaming all over her, she had forgotten about her appearance and the hold it had on her. She never went back to the weight she was before getting pregnant, still sported the small “mom” pouch and stretch marks along her waistline. And here Bradley was, tan, lean, and fit. She wanted to cry.

“Kels?” he notices the shift in the atmosphere as quickly as it came, always hyperaware of how others were feeling.

“Can we turn the light off?” she doesn’t look at him, instead she finds purchase on a random seam that had come loose on the comforter. She can’t look at him.

“Kels, are you okay?”

Fingers grasp her chin, making her look at him. His face is soft, concerned, not knowing what caused the tears to glisten her eyes.

She nods, pleading with her eyes. “Can we please just turn the lights off?”

He almost agrees, he would agree to anything if it meant she would smile again. But then he notices. He notices her arm is now across her stomach, fingers digging into her side. “Honey,” he breathes out, running his calloused thumb along her cheekbone. “You are beautiful and you are perfect.”

Fingers dig deeper into her skin when she feels his free hand wrap around her wrist. It’s no use in fighting against him, they both knew he was stronger than her. His eyes travel to her stomach, long fingers outlining a few of the pink stretchmarks etched in her skin.

“It’s disgusting.” her voice is barely above a whisper, eyes trained to his moving fingers not daring to look at him.

“No.” It comes out more stern than he meant it too, but he would be damned before he let her talk about herself like that. “These - these tiger stripes, are the result of you doing the most selfless act. You carried a child within you, you gave a child your own body to house, to hold, to protect while they grew.”

He leans down, pressing his lips over and over along her marked skin. “Don’t ever talk down about yourself, honey. You are beautiful.”

Her fingers run through his brown curls, down to cup his cheek. She pulls his face back up to her, smiling sweetly. “Thank you, Bradley.”

He presses their lips together, resting his forehead against her. “Besides, do you really think my dick would be this hard if you were ‘disgusting’?”

She giggles, throwing her head back in laughter giving Bradley the perfect opportunity to kiss her exposed neck. Hungry lips saunter against her neck, throaty moans vibrating against his work. He kisses across her clavicle, down her chest and along the material of her black bra. Dark eyes find hers, hooking a finger under the middle, begging for the go ahead. She nods softly, hissing out at the sudden temperature change that hits her perk nipples.

Bradley groans, wasting no time in popping the bud in his mouth, gently massaging the other one. Her back arches and she swears she could come undone at the small act alone. It had been so, so long.

“Feels so good,” she mutters out, tugging at his soft curls when teeth graze her nipples.

He pulls off with a pop, moving to give the same attention to her other nipple. Her eyes roll, hips pushing against his crotch, pulling him up back up to his lips by his hair.

They kiss again, tongue fighting tongue, teeth clinking against each other. His fingers go to her pants, popping the button open and dragging the zipper down.

“Wanna feel you, honey.” he pants out against her lips, earning a moan from her.

His hand dips in her pants and underwear, letting out his own groan. “So wet for me already, baby.” Lips crash to hers, a long finger slipping in her wet core. She lets out a low mewl, gasping at the foreign sensation.

“Fuck,” she throws her head back, soaking in the slow rhythm of his finger, bringing her hips down to meet his hand.

“Hang on, baby.” he pecks her lips once more, sitting back on his knees to rid her of the rest of her clothes. He parts her legs, using his own thighs to hold her open. Fingers run up her slit, coating in her wetness, slipping two fingers in this time.

“Oh my God,” she moans out, lips parting in a small ‘o’ as he pumps in and out of her, knuckles hitting her sensitive clit.

“Fuck, you look so good.” his lips are back on hers, swallowing every moan and pant that falls from her mouth, moving his thumb in sharp circles on her clit.

“Bra-bradley,” she pants out, head falling back against the soft pillow, the tingling in her stomach growing.

“I got you, honey.” he crooks his fingers, hitting a new spot that makes her eyes squeeze shut, the first orgasm over taking her body. “Did so good, baby. So, soon.” Bradley presses kisses around her face, slowing his fingers to help ride out her high. “Been a while, huh?”

She nods softly, swallowing dryly, rocking her hips to meet his hands a few times before she shudders. He takes that as his cue, retreating his hand and absentmindedly wiping them on his pants. He pushes blonde locks off her sweaty forehead, kissing the tip of her nose. Her eyes flutter open, looking at him in a drunken haze.

“Bradley?”

“Hm.”

“I want you to make love to me.”

He stands from the bed, slipping off his pants and underwear, finally freeing his aching cock. It slaps against his stomach, long and veiny. She moans at the sight alone, taking in the pure sculpture in front of her.

His makes his way back to the bed, crawling between her still open legs, using his thighs to spread her farther. He sits on his knees, rubbing the heavy head up and down her still soaking core. She wiggles at the action, anticipation consuming her.

“I didn’t bring a condom.”

“I don’t care.” she sits up long enough to grab his face, pulling him back down on the bed with her. He slips his tongue in her mouth, reaching between them to line his cock up to her hole.

Pushing in slow, their moans mix together like a melody being perfected. It burns, the sudden stretch after years, but she loves the feeling, being so full of him.

“Doing so good, honey.” he encourages her, kissing away the tears at the corner of her eyes. “Taking me so well.”

“‘s been a while.” her body wiggles under his, stretching and pulsing around him.

“I know, baby.” he kisses her again. “Are you good for me to move?”

“Yeah.”

He bottoms out, pulling out painfully slow, taking his time with the rhythm. “So tight, so good.” his head falls against her shoulder, grunting out. Legs wrap around his waist, heels digging in the dimples of his back, pulling him closer. He picks up the speed, loving the sound of her sharp gasp under him. “Fuck.”

Sitting up, he hooks a hand under one of her thighs, pushing the leg back to go deeper, to hit a deeper spot.

“Fuck, Bradley.” she shrieks, nails digging into his biceps, his free hand digging into her hip bones pushing her down into the mattress.

“Feel so good, baby. Taking my dick so good.”

The headboard beats against the peach colored walls, falling in sync with each time their hips slap together.

“Bradley, fuck, I’m gonna cum again.” she whines under him, tears gathering in her eyes as the second orgasm builds even quicker.

“Come on, honey. Let go, I’m here, I’m right behind you.”

She looks in his eyes, seeing the trust, seeing the care, seeing the love. And she lets go, the second climax overtaking her body in a heap, leaving her shaking.

Bradley is right behind her, walls clenching around his dick, filling her completely before he even has time to think about pulling out. He’s panting against her clammy skin, nails releasing their death grip from his arms, leaving bloody crescents in their make. The sting doesn’t even effect him, all he can think about is how hot her mark on him looks, how perfect she looked coming apart under him. Fuck, he could go again if she wanted.

Then he pulls out, reality crashing around him as his cum strings them together. “I’m so sorry, Kels. I couldn’t stop.”

Her chest is still heaving up and down but she shakes her head lightly. “No, no it’s okay.” she breathes out, eyes dancing over his face. “I’m on the pill.”

He nods, collapsing on the bed beside her, neither caring about the mess on their lower halves.

“Nat is keeping Emma for the night. If you want to stay.” she speaks softly beside him, cuddling his chest after he pats the spot for her.

He wraps his arms around her, rubbing his fingers along her bare side. “I’d love to stay.”

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boxwinebaddie · 9 months

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Heyyy you know what’s up uncle Nina!! I know someone asked about Stan headcannons but hear me out…what about Kyle’s?? This question comes with much love <3333

ohhhhh i wonder who sent this in! it’s a mystery!~ your wish is my command, my friend. here are….far too many headcannons, or rather, kyleisms that i have curated about pep!kyle! there’s a lot of interweaved #headstannons because they are frighteningly codependent! mentally ill kings!

i hope this is everything you were hoping for! also absolutely no spell check! -uncle nina <3

-37 freckles on his face ( stan triple checked )

-god made him brilliant but nerfed him by giving him diabetes…he also is anemic as fuck, has asthma, rosecea, ocd and i want to say like high functioning autism? he is giving me spencer reid energies so hard

-he’s also like seriously agoraphobic sometimes and a hypochondriac ( a lot of this is shelias fault for being like batshit insane...also he really really loves shelia like stan and kyle are both mommas boys as fuck but oh my god she drives him NUTS )

-lived in new jersey until he was like 6 and starting kindergarten and if he’s really really mad or really really relaxed the New Jersey accent sometimes comes out and it’s so iconic we love u kyley b

-he is proportioned like a pixar mom it is mindboggling best ass in class like several years running with no close competition omg

-really likes socks? like that sounds weird but he does not like the feeling of the cold ass floor or the scratchy ass carpet on his feet hell no!! he likes to be cozy, okay? he particularly likes the fuzzy ones and is the one person actually literally stoked to get socks for bdays

-kyle is actually a really really good artist and draws stan a lot especially when he is asleep in class aw

-CARRIES AROUND A LITTLE LEATHER BOUND JOURNAL THAT LIKE NO ONE HAS EVEN SEEN INSIDE OF EVER!!!!! like it is TOP SECRET!!!! kenny calls it kyle's death note shdlashd like what are u writing in there bestie...let me see :)

-can speak…so many languages obv english, hebrew, took french but could probably finesse italian and spanish, currently learning arabic but regrettably despite being an avid anime enjoyer does not know japanese and stans english rizz level is zero but his japanese rizz level is 100000 so sometimes stan uses that power for evil and kyle is like idk what u said to me but i need u to kiss me on the mouth rn rn

-speaking of every member of the cfpom is an avid anime enjoyer…but stan shskks…who has seen istg like dragon ball z and pokémon. idk he gets overstimulated. cartman was like dawg ur literally asian wtf that’s ur people! and he was like listen fartman! being asian does not mean i have to like anime!!! that’s such a micro-oppression!! and kyle was like stan it’s microaggression but good guess bb shsjsj

anyways they all have like long winded discussions about it ( stan sits there and looks pretty he’s v good at his job ) idk what anime is kyle fav…i feel like it’s really obscure and he’s hyperfixated on it. its a kyle/kenny thing ( marj sometimes tags ) but they watch a lot of anime together…kyle had like 2 trulys and told kenny stan kind of looked like eren jaeger and KENNY NEVER LETS HIM LIVE THAT SHIT DOWN

-cannot see like two feet in front of him without his contacts in or his ugly ass librarian glasses on his face

-however his bad eyesight is repaid tenfold in having extremely good hearing like it’s scary good like he may not be able to see u but he can he can hear u whispering abt him allllll the way across the hallway and his arms are long as fuck!!!! so he will not have to reach very far to smack the fuck out of u!!! dhsjskd!!! talk shit get hit bitch!!!

tbh if he’s faced away from u i feel like he can basically identify u by his perception of the energy ur giving off…it’s like particularly good w stan who i swear to god he can hear the faintest shitty doc marten scuff against the pavement or the tiniest emo boy nose ring star charm jingle from the other side of planet earth and will RUN

-downside is he has really sensitive ears and is very easily startled by loud noises :( one of my favorite pep!style things is that anytime there’s about to be a loud sound like if stan is about to run the garbage disposal he always always always says LOUD NOISE and warns him aw like stan does not really snap but if u randomly start to make a loud noise he’ll be like dude shut the fuck up ur gonna scare kyle!!!! >:o

-kyle having really good hearing is really funny to me because stan is fucking deaf from listening to music at the apex of volumes and constantly is like WHAT HUH WHO WHAT which pisses kyle off sooooo much — this is a headstannon but stan has perfect pitch so when kyle is yelling at him just to be annoying he goes like a a-flat c woooah f-sharp shsksk

-carries all of stans little adhd boy things before he runs into the mosh pit in return kyle gets to wear stans jacket like his life depends on it ( anemia ) and stan puts his big clunky sticker bombed headphones on him bc it’s loud in there aww also squeezes his hand every time for good luck

-is extremely paranoid and overprotective of his phone because on a middle school field trip cartman asked to borrow a phone to call his mom and kyle did one…kind thing and it bit him in the ass bc cartman found his extremely secret gay ass tumblr blog and like read all of the entries out to everyone there was a lot of personal poetry and shit it was….fuck u cartman

he effectively outed kyle in middle school like that it was really humiliating and brutal

and it wasn’t clear what boy he was talking abt buuuuuut i think we know guys

-when stan is in a major depression episode and can’t get out of bed kyle reads to him <3 it’s his equivalent to when he’s laid up in the hospital in immunocompromised boy hell and stan brings his guitar and sings him songs aaa they’re so cute my sons!!!! pls!!!

also kyle is all stiff and cold and serious like he does not get goofy or vulnerable ever…but sometimes if stan is extra sad he’ll do embarrassing little voices for him just to hear him laugh im soooo

-the reading thing is like extra special to me because reading is like extremely stressful to stan because of his dyslexia and also kyle will rip on stan for basically everything but never ever ever for being dumb EVER!!! EVER!!!

like stan calls kyle stupid bc it’s funny bc kyle is the smartest person on planet earth but like if u call stan dumb or slow or stupid or tell him he’s an idiot he’ll like smile and laugh but the light totally leaves his eyes and he gets really quiet oh my god he’s heard it his whole life specifically from randy and it’s an echo chamber so he fully believes it and doesn’t argue against it it’s his biggest insecurity it like devastates kyle like it makes him homicidal

it’s so serious like i mean if ur even a little mean to stan kyle will rock u but if u like even like insinuate that stan is stupid kyle will put u in the fucking hospital if not the morgue

-closet swiftie argue with ur momma like kyle is so folklore evermore coded!! pep canon he thinks her lyricism is candid and beautiful! he’s gotta stick up for tall lanky pale bird baddies like him! style by taylor swift is literally on the top of delulu playlist, number one on repeat and is the peppermint fanfic flagship theme song!

-acts like he doesn’t care what people think of him…but also was like irreparably emotionally damaged by The List when it came out :(( like extremely body conscious is almost never not being actually completely enveloped by a horrible thrift store sweater ( which he is comforted by for nice and upsetting reasons ) and in full length pants…he only ever feels remotely confident about his appearance playing basketball :( kyle ur so pretty

-unlike stan who is uncomfortable receiving compliments on his appearance bc he gets so many and does not believe them, kyle gets like very flustered and overwhelmed by compliments because he is not used to them so if kyle is being annoying and u tell him his hair looks good he will short circuit ( stan does use this for evil and good )

-really bad road rage like is a way better driver than stan ( who is the worst driver ever it’s so scary ) but kyle is scarier bc if u cut him off he will cut ur life support and run u off the road

-his anxiety is really bad bc his mom literally fear mongers about EVERYTHING like tells him about every shooting on the news kidnapping new virus doomsday shit…like clinically he had anxiety but it was nurture AND nature

-i hate talking abt gerald bc i hate him…him and kyle are not very close but kyle wants to impress him which sucks ( style + daddy issues ) has been basically pushing kyle towards being a lawyer and getting into an Ivy League school since birth ( idk what he’ll do if he doesn’t get in he’s like rory gilmore he has no back up )

-he like never really got the chance to be soft bc gerald raised him to be a fucking machine gun it sucks so bad :((( i love u kyle

-stan and kenny straightened his hair once for shits and giggles and it was so long it was crazy…there’s a Polaroid…it’s everything

-actually very protective over ike even tho ike is a piece of shit like he will call ike a menace all day long but if YOU say it he’ll be like say it again little bitch!!! also this is actually comedy but ike thinks stan is like wicked cool and is constantly like!!!!!! oh it’s just u fuck this where is stan is stan coming…a love for stan runs in that family it’s crazy he is such a hit there

-ok last one i had to cut it out of chapter 11 bc it was too long but stan wrote a letter to santa asking him to make kyle healthy and give him a new liver instead of giving him the sick hotwheelz track he originally asked for bc kyle was sick in the hospital and was gonna miss hanukah ( little stan butchered that spelling )….and it got redirected to the broflovski house when “North Pole” clearly returned to sender by accident and it’s tacked up on the broflovski family wall of fame

-yes kyle is the only one who can read stans absolutely illegible handwriting

-also OKAY im done but it’s a style tradition every year kyle says happy hanukah stan and stan says merry christmas kyle bc it’s comedy

-live laugh kyle pile!

#style #kyle broflovski #listen.........i love kyle pile #this is so insane i am so sorry about this i could go on for HOURS but here is this #i hope this thrills u haha

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dinofelissnow1985 · 3 months

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Of Birds and Butterflies

by DinofelisSnow1985

Chapter 14

Eventually the day of Saphy's birthday rolled around.

While the babybones was in kindergarten the three Sanses prepared everything for the party.

Blue turned the kitchen into a warzone in order to make the cake, while Sans and Red decorated the living room and the garden, hanging up streamers and garlands and blowing up balloons. Quite a feat for someone without lungs. Or lips.

They sat up a table for the presents and a buffet with fruit punch, lemonade, cookies, sandwiches, hotdogs, burgers, their vegan cousins, cupcakes and more.

Later there would be a magician and party games.

For someone as lazy as Sans it meant something putting that much effort into anything, but for Saphy Sans would've picked the stars from the nightsky.

Later, when everything was ready, the only thing left to do, was to pick up Saphy from kindergarten and wait for her friends.

Some of the first to arrive were some humans from the neighborhood with their kids.

After Red was introduced to them Blue rushed outside to watch the kids while the other parents stayed in the kitchen to chat a little and have a drink.

Red and Sans, a little tired after preparing everything for the party, had retreated to the living room and sat on the couch to take a break before the other kids would arrive and they'd have to help Blue keeping the party from going out of hands.

After a few minutes of just existing Red got up to get something to drink from the kitchen.

When he approached the doorway he could hear the human parents talking. He paused when his name fell.

"... don't know what to make of this Red." "Ya, have you seen all the cracks and scars on his face? If he, at least, hadn't been involved in something shady, i don't know what else to think of this." "Probably a gang member. He either left for an easier life or went into hiding. Nobody looks like this without having anything criminal going on." "And those teeth. I don't want to know how much damage he could do with those. Looks like some rabid beast, if you ask me. The kids will be scared for life when they see him."

Some noises of agreement could be heard. "He really looks scary. I bet he's mean and rude, too. I hope, he won't swear too much around the kids."

There was more, but Red didn't hear it. He had already teleported to his room.

He crawled into his cave nest and began to cry.

Some time had passed and Sans had dozed off on the couch, when the doorbell rang and pulled him from the verge of deeper sleep.

He got up, stretched and trudged to the front door to answer it.

It were Undyne, Alphys, their daughter, and MK and their little brother MB.

"Hi, Nerd," Undyne half-roared in her confident, loud way, "how's it hangin'? How's your Omega doin'?"

"Heya, Dyne," Sans replied, "Red's doin' fine so far. Tori has still do treat his ribs and arms, but at least he's able to move without pain."

Alphys piped up. "H-her majesty told me th-that he's working o-on his school g-g-gradua-ation, s-so he c-can work i-in the sc-scientific f-field. I-is that t-true?"

Sans nodded with a lazy but fond grin. "Yep, he's smart as heck and just aced the Junior High Grade. It's only the High School Graduation Test now and he'll be able to study quantum physics and stuff. At least that's what he said he wants to do."

Alphys made big eyes. "O-oh, if h-he's that g-good, maybe he wants t-to become my a-assistant."

Sans shrugged, "Red said he would like to take an internship, so... i don't see why not. But you should talk to him about this."

As if suddenly struck by a thought Sans looked towards the kitchen and then around the living room. "Hm, i wonder where he went. He wanted to get something to drink from the kitchen, but i can't remember him coming back."

"Maybe the cloud of pheromones from upstairs could explain that," Undyne mumbled.

Sans whirled around to her. "What pheromones?" Now that he paid attention to it, he could smell the distress pheromones of Red, coming from upstairs.

"Oh, dear," Sans mumbled under his breath before teleporting in front of Red's door, Undyne and Alphys following by foot while MK took the other kids to the garden to greet Saphy.

Sans knocked and called out. "Red? It's me, Sans. Can i come in?"

No answer.

Undyne already wanted to rip the door of its hinges, but a death glare from Sans reminded her that this wasn't her Omega and therefore not her business. Red also might have panicked if she'd done it.

Sans took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders before reaching for the door.

It wasn't locked.

At least something.

Sans carefully opened the door and called for Red again.

Alphys' eyes became blown out at the sight of the fluffy paradise that was Red's room. An Omega's dream come true.

Then they heard soft sobs and sniffles from the closet, the door was only a little ajar.

"Red?" Sans called softly and approached the closet. "What's wrong, Cherry Pop?"

He slowly opened the closet door and found Red burrowed and curled up under his blankets, crying his eyes out.

Sans squatted down at the edge of the nest and carefully reached under the blankets with one of his hands. "Red? Come on, tell little ol' me what's wrong. What got you so upset?"

His hand found Red's back and he began to rub gentle circles into it.

Between hiccups and sniffles Red's answer was incomprehensible.

Sans tilted his head. "Sorry, Cherry Pop, i didn't catch that. Can you say it again, please"

Red fought with his sobbing for a moment, before he repeated himself, "dun w-wanna *sniff* sca-are th- the k-kids...*hiccup* *sob*"

Sans furrowed his brow. "Why would the kids be scared of you? There's nothing scary about ya."

Slowly he pulled Red into a sitting position.

Red's ribs heaved from his hard sobs. "B-but.. mah teeth... and scars..the humans..." was everything Sans, Undyne and Alphys could make out.

Sans frowned. "So, that's what happened..."

He then looked up at his friends. "Alph, come here, please." The small lizard monster complied and sat down next to Sans.

He gave her a grateful smile, then returned his attention to Red under his blanket bundle. Gently he began to peel the layers away until he freed Red's tearstained face. "There you are, Cherry Pop. I can assure you, there's nothing scary about ya. Or had you ever the feeling Saphy was afraid of you?"

Red slightly shook his head no, "b-but she's a ske-skeleton. And she knows m-me already."

Sans thumbed Red's tears away. "Humans don't know shit. Not even about their own kids. They're just biased fucks and i won't ever allow them to treat you like this. Now that i know, i will protect you from that. Promise."

Red stared at Sans. He knew how much the other hated to make promises. Especially since he took them serious.

He sniffled again and nodded. Sans smiled and pulled Red into a hug.

When he released him again, Red noticed the yellow lizard next to Sans. "Hi," he mumbled shyly and a little embarassed, knowing she had witnessed everything, "ya must be this world's Alphys?"

Alphys nodded. "I-it's nice to m-meet you, Red. Wh-when Sans and B-blue borrowed th-the m-medical equipment, i-i didn't g-get to s-see you. I-it's good to h-have a f-face to the s-stories Sans t-told me about you." She threw Sans a quick look. "A-and don't worry. I d-don't think you l-look scary, at all."

"Really?" Red asked hopefully.

"Really," Alphys assured. "When i-i'm not scared o-of Undyne th-then why sh-should i b-be s-scared of you?" With these words she pointed her thumb over her shoulder to Undyne, who gave Red a shark grin, showing off her even scarier teeth.

Sans cupped Red's cheek with his hand. "Can i leave you with them for a moment? I have to take care of something."

Red looked at Alphys, then at Undyne. Somehow none of them made him feel threatened, so he nodded.

Sans smiled. "Be right back."

And with that he ported away.

"Sans t-told us you p-passed your t-test. C-congrat-tulations, Red," Alphys tried to change the topic.

Red sniffed one last time and wiped his eyes. "Thanks. This human stuff is so new to me, it's int'resting. Some monster things too."

"Oh yeah, you're another Sans," Undyne remembered, "how're the other us'?"

"S-seriously, Undyne," Alphys muttered under her breath, then to Red, "i-if you don't mind?"

Red shrugged. "Tol' Sansy 'lready 'bout it, so why not. Mah Alphys is de Royal Scientist, but she's as insane as a shithouse rat. Mah Dyne is captain of de Royal Guard, wi' Boss as'er second in command.

She's cruel an' a sadist when it comes to punishments, be it insubordinate guards or criminals. She used me fer target practice from time ta time. Hard ta b'lieve tha' it was 'er who saved us when we were small kids an' go' attacked by a gang. I lost mah tooth ta some asshole an' mah bro's admiration ta fishbitch. Uh... no offense, Undyne. But yer alternate in mah world sucked.

Whatever, after that mah bro followed 'er like a ducklin' and eventually she began trainin' him an' made 'im a sentry until he became a real guard. Nowadays she has MK as her pet mascot."

"Wow, sounds like yer world's really a tough one. And, dun worry, no offense taken, nerd."

Red huffed. "'Tough'. Dat's also a way ta put i'. It's kill or be killed, plain an' simple. Dunno how i survived that long."

Alphys decided to steer the conversation back towards more positive topics. "L-like i said, C-congrat-tulations for your s-success, Red. I-if you ever w-want to t-talk about science, or if you h-have questions a-about something, i-i'd love t-to talk nerd with you."

Red looked up at her, a little baffled. "Ya would like ta talk 'bout science stuff wi' me? Ser'sly?"

Alphys nodded enthusiastically now. "O-of course. Even in the l-lab there's h-hardly anyone who wants t-to talk about science o-outside of work. I-is there anything y-you have questions about, or y-you want to talk about?"

What followed was a nerd-out of the two Omegas while Undyne just existed, being there to give her mate the silent reassurance that her Alpha would protect her. And Red.

Undyne could see how sweet the small skeleton was beneath his edgy look. She actually found he looked badass, but after him getting upset about the possibility that he might look threatening or something, she wouldn't word it that way.

Maybe 'cool' was the better term.

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When Sans landed in the living room, he heard the doorbell ring.

It was Toriel with Frisk, and Sans remembered that Red hadn't met them yet.

Frisk could immediately see that something was bothering Sans and tilted their head. During all the Resets they'd learned to read Sans like a book.

"Hi, Tori. Hi, kiddo," he drawled, happy to see them but still angry for Red's sake.

"Hello Sans. How is everyone doing? I heard Red passed his test?"

Sans nodded, a fond - and maybe a teensy tiny little bit dopey - grin on his face. "Yep. Wasn't really a surprise, though. He likes to learn and is smart as heck." If Sans' voice rang a little with pride, none of his two friends mentioned it.

Then Sans' Eye Lights met Frisk's eyes and his smile fell a little. "Dun mean to be a downer since this is Saphy's birthday party, but Red just had an episode and there's something i need to take care of."

Tori immediately looked concerned. "Oh dear, what happened? Is he alright?"

Sans glimpsed upstairs to Red's door. "I think he's fine now. But he overheard some of the humans talking bad about him and he had a breakdown. Alph and Dyne are with him right now. He and Alph are probably nerding about science related things."

Tori raised an eyebrow. "You plan to give those humans quite a talking to, i suppose? Do you need help?"

Sans shrugged. "Not really, but you are invited to watch the show." He knew, Frisk was always worried when one of their friends went head on with one or several humans. Even if it was just verbal.

So the two of them followed Sans to the kitchen, but stayed in the doorway while Sans planted his short, sturdy figure in front of the group of humans, still gossiping.

He kept his smile as bright as he could, cleared his throat to gain the humans' attention and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

When they fell silent and looked at him, visibly weirded out a little because of the contradiction that were his posture and his too wide smile, he asked them, "has anyone an idea, why i found Red in his room, crying his Eye Sockets out?"

Someone in the group muttered, "what a wuss," under their breath, but Sans and Toriel and Frisk heard it. "No idea, Sans. Sorry," a woman replied to his question.

Sans kept his grin, it looked a little strained now, and tilted his head. "You sure you have no idea? None of you said something about him looking scary? Or something?"

Some of the humans paled visibly and got nervous. Including the woman that had answered him. "Nnnnope. No idea."

Sans fixed them with his gaze for a few more nerve wrecking seconds, before he shrugged. "Eh, whatever. I'll just ask the flowers." With that he went to the counter, where a flower box stood, planted with blue glowing flowers.

While the humans still watched him, a little bewildered, he tapped one flower and it began talking. "...bably a gang member. He either left for an easier life or went into hiding. Nobody looks like this without having anything criminal going on." "And those teeth. I don't want to know how much damage he could do with those. Looks like some rabid beast, if you ask me. The kids will be scared for life when..."

Sans looked at the group with an unamused expression, one eyebrow raised. "Shall we hear the other flowers out?" he asked dryly. "How dare ya bunch a Helens shittalkin' one a the sweetest monsters in existence?" His voice was dangerously low. "Ya don't know shit about what he's been through, how cruel life had been to him without him deserving any of it. Yet here ya are, at my daughter's birthday party, and ya have nothing better ta do than ta drag OUR OMEGA through the silt?"

The humans now shrunk back. They knew Sans and Blue were Betas, but Betas were as protective over their Omegas as Alphas would. They'd opened Pandora's box, and. They. Knew. It.

Suddenly a small voice called from the door that lead from the kitchen out to the garden. "Mom?"

Everyone looked towards the door.

There stood a horde of kids, monsters and humans alike, and stared at the adults, aghast. "Mommy, that was really mean," a small girl chided her mother. "Saphy said that Red is really nice. You always say that one should keep quiet when having nothing nice to say."

Saphy looked at Sans. "Daddy, is Unca Red gonna be okay?"

Sans smiled softly at his daughter. "Yea, gem. I think so. Your aunties Dyne and Alph are with him in his room right now. Wanna go say hello?"

Saphy nodded. "Can my friends come too?"

Sans shrugged. "I don't know, sunshine. That's something you should ask Red."

"Okay Daddy. C'mon, friends." With that Saphy lead her friends out of the kitchen. "Do you wanna come too, Frisk?" she asked when they passed Frisk and Toriel.

Frisk shrugged one shoulder. "Later. I want to see how your dad gives those adults a bad time. After that i come up and tell you about it, if you want to. Oh! And happy birthday, Saphy."

"Okay. If you say so. And thank you." Saphy took of to the stairs, the other kids following after her.

As soon as the kids were out of earshot, Sans inhaled and started a tirade of choice words to let his anger out and defend Red, without laying his horrible life out to them in detail. It was on Red to decide who would learn anything about his past.

Toriel and Frisk enjoyed the show while Sans had a field day.

#undertale #underfell #underswap #sans au #pregnancy #child loss #hurt/comfort

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nls0325 · 9 months

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I work at an art supply store in a popular city in america (i think there's like a handful idk) and I swear to god, some of the men i work with are on one. I don't mean to come off as complaining but sometimes the lack of respect, discipline, and creativity from some of these dudes really get to me. Like i can't help but feel frustrated. They really have me questioning my sanity. Like the other night, we were having a goodbye party for one of the girls who quit to focus on her art. From my POV it was going great. My friend and I had a few drinks and I managed to separate myself from the people I'd usually avoid until i started talking to two of my managers (I adore one of them, she can do no wrong imo). We started talking about how some people in the store can be a bit misogynistic. There was an incident with a coworker and I where he kinda just brushed me off in front of a customer as if i was stupid and it was really humiliating. He kinda undermines all of the women in the store and always has to be right. Anyways. After that i was like 'man this guy stinks.' I can acknowledge that i need to chill out and stop being so mad about things but at this point its repeated behavior and i can't stand seeing my friends be disrespected at work. We started discussing his behavior at work and TBF we both had drinks and I was just pulling his leg, but he got super defensive of this dude and then started ranting as if i was accusing HIM of hating women. Honestly i didnt care to argue so i just left after saying something dumb back. Flash forward to the next day. I'm talking to my coworkers about the party and they start saying all the creepy things he did that night including kissing a coworker's shoulder w/out consent. The last time he had a party at his place he got super drunk and was trying to dance/grind on every girl there, including myself. Keep in mind that i'm super awkward so i literally stood there frozen. That night was garbage. Anytime he is drunk his true self comes out and it's so gross because he gets so aggressive and touchy. This is why you don't party with your managers. Now I see him and i get rlly annoyed. Like genuinely annoyed. That being said. The last time i argued with a manager I had the worst experience at work ever. Going in was always torture. That's a whole other story in itself. The general consensus is that that guy sucks and is toxic. But so is this other guy. There's no point in bringing it up to management because they hate conflict and will try to find a middle ground. There's no middle ground. This dude is a creep. I don't know if i want him to lose his job... That's kinda evil right. This behavior isn't going to change overnight. Multiple people in the store have told him that his behavior is gross. And he's like 'yeah ik, i gotta work on that' but... he's not.... doing.. anything. to change. And he's the type of person to get hangry. Girl this is not kindergarten 🤨

#nls0325 #my work #yeah im not reading all that #you'll have to ignore typos #journal entry

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iamapoopmuffin · 2 years

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Ms Keane: Snake, could you read number 12 for the class?

Snake: No, I can'ts.

Snake: What's up, I'm Snake, I'm 15 and I nevers learned hows to fucking read

#Remember when the Gangreen Gang went to Pokey Oakes for a day #and that was canonically the only education they'd ever had?#The Powerpuff Girls #snake ppg #sanford d ingleberry #Ms. Keane #Ms Keane #He then gets told off for swearing in front of all the Kindergarteners #Though the others at least can spray paint words onto walls #Snake's the only one who doesn't #sooooo I'm saying Snake can't read or write just because I can #source: vine #gangreen gang #I forgot to tag that omg #anyway these boys have had rough lives

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alisonsfics · 3 years

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best friend’s brother

pairing: andy barber x reader

summary: although you knew it was cliché, you had a tiny crush on your best friend’s older brother in high school, and while you never truly got over it, you stopped waiting for something to happen. you definitely didn’t think that you would end up hooking up with him in your best friend’s house fifteen years after high school.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, swearing, minors DNI

“Thank you.” You said, politely as you stepped out of your Uber with your suitcase. Your best friend since kindergarten, Emily, had invited you to spend a week at her house. You both hadn’t seen each other in months, and you both wanted to catch up and spend time together.

You walked up to the front door and knocked. The street was completely quiet, except for the sound of owls hooting. Your flight had been delayed by a few hours, so it was now eight o’clock at night.

You heard some shuffling before the door started to open. Instead of seeing Emily, you saw a tall broad-shouldered man. After your initial shock, it took you a second to recognize the man. “Andy?” You asked, not believing your eyes.

Your gaze ran over his muscular build and chiseled jawline. “I haven’t seen you in forever. How are you?” He asked, pulling you into a quick hug. You tried to ignore the way your heart sped up when he touched you.

“I’ve been good. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” You said, watching the way his eyes still sparkled. He reached out and grabbed your suitcase, effortlessly lifting it up. “Come in. I was just making dinner.” He invited you inside.

As you walked inside, you could smell the food cooking in the oven. “It’s smells amazing, Andy.” You followed him into the kitchen and took a seat at the island. You admired him as he stood across from you as he stirred the sauce that was on the stove. You had to admit, he looked hot while he was cooking.

“So, are you going to make me ask?” You asked him. He looked up to meet your eyes. “Ask what?” He said, playing dumb. He knew exactly what you meant. “Come on, Andy. You know what I mean.” You said, giggling and leaning in closer to him.

“Emily is letting me stay here for a few days because of the news. Ever since mine and Laura’s divorce broke, all the news stations are bringing up all the stuff from Jacob’s trial. I couldn’t stay at my house. There are reporters there everyday.” He explained, focusing his gaze on the food and not on you.

You hopped off your stool and walked around to stand next to him. You placed your hand lightly on his arm. “I’m sorry, Andy. I know that must be hard.” You said, sympathetically.

“I’m just glad that Jacob is off at college. I don’t want him to have to see any of this.” He said, honestly. He still couldn’t force himself to look at you; not while he was being so vulnerable. “You know what you should do?” You asked, jumping up to sit on the counter next to him.

He chuckled at your sudden chipper expression. “What?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. When, he finally looked up at you, you answered him. “You should get a dog or something. Jacob’s off at school, and you just got divorced. I don’t want you to be all alone.” You told him, rubbing your hand up and down his bicep.

A smile appeared on his face. “Or maybe a girlfriend. I don’t know, just throwing around ideas.” You suggested, testing the waters. Neither of you had ever been oblivious to the chemistry between you two. “And where would I find one of those?” He asked, taking a step closer to you.

All of a sudden, there was a tension in the air. “You probably wouldn’t have to look very far.” You said, almost at a whisper.

“So what about you?” He asked, returning to the sauce. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. “No, I definitely do not have a boyfriend.” You told him.

He chuckled while glancing over at you. “No, I meant why are you here?” He clarified. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “Em and I had planned for me to come up for a visit because we hadn’t seen each other in a while. I’m assuming she didn’t realize we were both going to be here at the same time.” You told him, trying to change the subject away from you totally misinterpreting his question.

“Looks like you’re going to have a roommate.” He joked. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you realized Emily only had one guest bedroom. “So where is Emily?” You asked him, curiously.

“She went to go pick up Leo from a friends house.” He told you. Leo was Emily’s four year old son. He was a walking form of sunshine.

“Here, try this.” Andy said, bringing the wooden spoon to your mouth. He was intensely focused on you as you tasted the sauce. Your eyes lit up. “Andy, that is amazing. How did I not know you were such a good cook?” You asked, excitedly.

A small blush rose on his cheeks. “You really don’t have a girlfriend? With cooking skills like those?” You asked him. He was cute when he was flustered. “So what if I can cook? I married Laurie after I graduated from law school. I haven’t had to think about dating in years. I would just be an awkward mess now.” He told you.

“Well you just need some practice, and I can help you with that.” You told him, coyly. He turned to face you, completely abandoning his focus on the sauce. “Oh yeah?” He asked, standing between your legs. You got up the courage to run one of your hands through his hair.

He reached out to let his hands rest on your thighs, then the front door opened. You both jumped away from each other. Emily walked in the house, carrying a very tired Leo in her arms.

When her eyes landed on the both of you, you could see it all dawn on her. “Oh my god. I forgot you were coming today.” She said, her eyes growing wide.

“That’s alright. I kept her company.” Andy said, glancing over at you with a smirk. Leo opened his eyes and saw you on the other side of the room. As soon as he saw you, he was wide awake.

“Hey, little buddy.” You said, smiling at him. He nearly jumped out of his mom’s arms to run over to you. He ran right to you, giving you a hug. “Say goodnight to your aunt and your uncle, Leo. It’s past your bedtime.” Emily instructed.

He gave both you and Andy hugs. “I’ll tuck him in.” You said, scooping him up in your arms. You headed up the stairs towards the toddler’s bedroom. Then, as any good aunt would do, you put him in his bed and read him a bedtime story.

When you went to give him a kiss goodnight, he protested. “I need Henry.” He pouted. You recognized the name of his stuffed animal instantly. You desperately looked around the room for the stuffed toy, but couldn’t find it anywhere.

“Buddy, I don’t see Henry anywhere.” You told him. Just then, Andy walked into the room. “Is somebody looking for this?” He asked, pulling a stuffed animal out from behind his back. Leo lit up when Andy gave it to him.

“Now go to sleep, Buddy.” Andy said, giving his nephew a kiss on the forehead. You followed Andy out of the room and closed the door behind you.

“I miss when Jacob was that little. Now, I’m lucky if I get a three minute phone call.” He said, chuckling. Your hand brushed up against his as you both went down the stairs and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

You knew having a crush on your best friend’s brother was such a cliche, but how could you not. He was Andy. He was funny and caring. He was the guy you could always call. He was great with kids. He was an amazing chef. And he was hot.

You had liked Andy since you were twelve years old. You assumed you would outgrow your feelings, but you never did.

You both joined Emily at the dinner table, where she had already plated the chicken Andy had made. “I am so sorry that I forgot you were coming. I was just so busy with Andy coming to stay with me, that it totally slipped my mind.” Emily apologized. You assured her that it was okay. Secretly, you were excited that Andy was there.

After dinner, Emily went upstairs to go to bed after a long day. “I’ll help you clean up.” You said, joining Andy in the kitchen. You both had an unspoken urgency while cleaning up dinner.

You finished cleaning the dishes, and Andy was still packing up the leftovers. You both made small talk, but you wanted needed him. He was taking way too long.

After he finally put the leftovers in the fridge, you walked over to him. “Are you done yet?” You teased. He chuckled before grabbing your hips. “Patience,” he mumbled before pulling you in to kiss him.

You hummed contently as he picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. His hands stayed right on top of your thighs. You grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him in closer.

A small whimper passed through your lips as Andy slipped his tongue into your mouth. “God, you’re amazing.” He mumbled with a smirk. You wrapped your legs around his waist. You began unbuttoning his white button up shirt.

You ran your hands up and down his bare chest. “Andy…” you started to say, but he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“I know, I need you too. What do you say we take this upstairs?” He asked you with a smirk. You shook your head. “To the room that shares a wall with your sister? No way.” You told him.

He chuckled to himself, with a sinful grin. You didn’t know what he was thinking. “You’ll just have to be quiet then. Will that be an issue?” He mocked.

“Depends on how good you are,” you teased, before pulling him in to kiss you again. He grabbed his shirt off the floor and grabbed your hand. He quickly pulled you up the stairs, while still trying to be quiet.

He closed the door to the guest bedroom behind you. He turned around and found you shimmying out of your jeans. He groaned as you stuck your ass in the air. You threw your jeans to the side.

Andy swooped you up into his arms and threw you down on the bed. He crawled on top of you, kissing you while his hands ran up and down your sides. “Did you know I had a crush on you in high school?” He asked you, placing kisses up and down your jaw.

You couldn’t even hide your shock. “You what?” You asked, your eyes going wide. He laughed at your surprised face. “Come on, you really didn’t know? It was so obvious.” He told you.

You shook your head. “No, it was obvious that I was into you.” You told him. It was his turn to be shocked. “You were one of the smartest kids at our school. How did you not know I was into you? Why do you think I always hung out with Emily at your house and not mine? Because I wanted to see you.” You explained to him.

You could see him putting together the puzzle pieces. “So, you’re saying I could have had you fifteen years ago if I just had the balls to ask you out?” He asked. You just nodded with a small smile on your face.

“God, I was such an idiot, but at least I have you now.” He said, pulling your shirt off over your head. You quickly brought your hands to his belt and unbuckled it. He pulled his pants down his legs and kicked them off.

You grabbed his hands to pull him back on top of you. “Oh, Andy,” you mumbled as you traced his muscles with your hands. He cupped your face and connected his lips to yours.

Neither of you could get enough of each other. You could feel his erection pressed up against you. You slipped your hand into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock. He swore under his breath and jutted his hips into your hand.

He grabbed your wrist and moved it away from him. He quickly got rid of his boxers and your panties. Before he could even ask you, you nodded your head eagerly. “Yes, please. Just fuck me already.” You told him.

He chuckled at your eagerness, lining himself up. He went slow at first, making sure you could adjust to his size. “Fuck, sweetheart. I need to go a little faster.” He groaned. You nodded, giving him the green light. He sped up the pace, pushing deep inside of you.

You couldn’t help but gasp as he stretched you out. “You’re so big—” you mumbled. You knew the words would only boost his ego, but it was true.

“Wish I could stay like this forever. You feel so good, it’s like heaven.” He whispered, as he kissed you. You bit down on your lip, holding back your moans. He buried his face in your neck, trying to muffle the groans falling from his lips.

“When Emily takes Leo to school tomorrow, I’m gonna fuck you again, and I want to hear your pretty moans.” He whispered to you. You felt your stomach start to do flips. You raked your nails up his back.

You could feel a tightening in your stomach, and you knew you wouldn’t last very long. A guttural moan escaped Andy’s mouth. You instinctively reached to cover his mouth with your hand.

He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, hitting deeper inside of you. A small whimper passed through your lips. “I’m really close.” You whispered in his ear.

He nodded his head. “I know. Me too,” he agreed. You kissed him again, muffling both of your moans. You felt his cock twitch and then you both came.

He pressed loving kisses against your temple. It helped to calm you both down from your highs. He rolled off of you and laid next to you, exhausted.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked, propping himself up on his arms. He looked over at you with a glance far too pure for your previous activities.

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mercurygguk · 3 years

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play date | jjk

➵ summary; jungkook finds your jealousy amusing and quite adorable.

pairing; dad!jungkook x f. reader

rating; 18+

word count; 1,716

content; established relationship, comedy(?)

warnings; hints at sexual activity, light swearing

a/n; there’s this one scene from ‘friends’ and i thought it would be adorable with the amount of innocence jungkook has to him sometimes and this poor guy just wants to set up a play date for his son smh

DISCLAIMER; all credit to friends bc i basically just wrote down the scene with jungkook’s name instead :)

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There’s a low buzzing around you, the sound of people chattering and clanking their plates with the small forks they use for their desserts. The smell of grounded coffee fills your nostrils and warms you on the inside as you sit with your very own cup in your hands. Your friend is at the bar, getting himself another cup of coffee and bringing you a piece of pie each as well.

You’re in your own world, watching people who have also decided to spend this Friday afternoon at the local café, when the doorbell rings. Your eyes move to see whoever entered only to be met with a bright smile that only belongs to your boyfriend of almost a year and a half. He spots you right away, moving closer to where you’re seated on the cushioned couch in the far corner.

“Hey,” you smile as he plops down beside you, giving you a small peck on the lips.

“Hey baby,” Jungkook greets you back, his hand immediately finding its usual spot on your thigh, rubbing it up and down in a caressing gesture. “How was your day?”

You smile, your own hand moving up almost automatically to run through his hair. “It was alright, work’s the usual,” you shrug, still smiling because he just brings that out in you. It feels like you’ve been smiling non-stop for a year. “What about you? Where’s Jihoon?”

Jihoon is Jungkook’s 5 year old son whom he has with his ex-wife. Jungkook has Jihoon every other week to make sure he spends time with him even though he isn’t together with Jihoon’s mother anymore. You’ve been lucky enough to meet Jihoon not too long after you began dating Jungkook, only a little bit shocked when he told you he had a son on the fourth date. You remember how nervous Jungkook had been to tell you because he had been on dates before where the women would just kind of ghost him after finding out. Not you though. You had taken the news very nicely, already a few minutes later very excited about it and telling Jungkook you’d love to meet his son sometime. In that very moment Jungkook had been sure it wouldn’t be too long before he’d bring you home to meet his son.

It went over all expectations the first time you met Jihoon and Jungkook hasn’t been looking back ever since. He had a feeling he finally found someone worth his time and energy. Jihoon loves you almost as much as Jungkook does and Jungkook is pretty sure introducing you to Jihoon is one of the best things he has ever done.

“Oh, he’s at the kindergarten. I’m gonna pick him up soon, just wanted to see you first,” he smiles as he leans closer to steal a kiss. You smile and hum against his lips as he kisses you softly. Pulling away but not before leaving a few small pecks against your soft lips, he says: “missed my favorite girl.”

You roll your eyes playfully, pushing his head away which causes him to chuckle. You’re about to tell him to stop fishing for whatever he’s fishing for when your friend returns to the table.

“Oh, hey Kook,” Jimin greets your boyfriend, sitting down across from the two of you. He places a plate with a piece of pie in front of you. “Here’s your pie, you hungry woman.”

“Thanks, Chim,” you grin, taking a bite of it and then offering one to Jungkook. He gladly takes it, eating it off your small fork. A sudden thought pops into your mind, “oh my god, I nearly forgot! How was Tae’s bachelor party the other night?”

You glance between the two men, watching how their eyes meet for a second before Jungkook clears his throat. Jimin is smirking softly to himself as you look back at your boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

“Well,” Jungkook starts, “you know how bachelor parties can get, so of course, there was a stripper-”

Rolling your eyes again, you interrupt him, “a stripper? Really?”

“____, what did you expect? It was a bachelor party, it was Tae’s bachelor party,” Jimin points out, chuckling. “Why don’t you ask Jungkook what he thought of her?”

Jungkook stiffens beside you, glaring at Jimin but smiles hesitantly at you when you turn back to look at him. Oh no, he did not. “You-”

“In my defense, she wasn’t that good,” Jungkook quickly states, hands up in surrender, “plus, it was nothing compared to that time you-”

“Hush now!” You cut him off, clasping a hand over his mouth. Jimin is watching with an amused grin, absolutely loving where this conversation is going. You’re glaring at your boyfriend, hating him just a tad bit for almost revealing very intimate details about what goes down on his child-less nights with you. “That’s not something Jimin wants to hear about.”

“Actually-”

You meet Jimin’s eyes with a hard glare, “it wasn’t a question.” He falls silent, taking a sip of his coffee.

Jungkook pries your hand off his mouth, turning it over and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “As much as I’d like to stay, I have a child I need to pick up from kindergarten. We have a play date today.”

“A play date? That sounds fun. With who?” You smile as you watch as Jungkook gets up from the couch, the same apologetic smile on his face as that time he accidentally almost burned down your kitchen. Jungkook might be an ace in a lot of categories, but cooking wasn’t exactly one of those categories.

“Uh, just this woman I met the other night at the party,” he tells you, glancing at Jimin who’s now smirking again because this is just too good to miss.

“There was a woman at the-” You pause as your smile falters. He watches as you connect the dots. “The stripper?!”

Jungkook shrugs innocently, “yeah?”

You chuckle humorlessly, thinking about how nonchalant he is about this. How can your innocent and slightly awkward boyfriend have a playdate with a stripper when he was almost terrified to ask you out when you first met?

“Y-You have a play date with a stripper?” You ask, slightly confused.

Jungkook glances at Jimin who smacks his lips and sighs deeply before saying: “Man, I gotta get myself a kid.” Jimin looks up at the two of you, lips turning into a thin line as he quietly excuses himself before taking his cup of coffee and moving away from the two of you and whatever conversation you’re about to have.

“Uh, yeah, we started talking after she did her thing, you know, and it turns out she’s got a son the same age as Jihoon, so we’re taking the boys to the playground in the park,” Jungkook tells you with smile. You can tell he’s proud of how he got his son a play date despite the fact that the mother of this other boy is a stripper. “Is that okay?” He then asks you, his innocence reappearing as he suddenly asks for permission.

You turn back to your coffee, grabbing a pack of milk from the small bowl of them on the table. “Sure,” you say and then asking the next thing on your mind, “is she married?”

Jungkook quickly answers your question, a curt ‘uh, no’ as his answer.

“Huh.”

Your boyfriend watches as you passive-aggressively rip the milk open and pours it into your coffee. You can’t actually believe he has a play date with a stripper, like, you know his heart and mind is in a good place and all he wants is for Jihoon to have some friends but did he really have to befriend the stripper? Your insecurities are getting the best of you as you bite your lip, keeping your eyes on your coffee as you stir it with a small spoon.

Beside you, Jungkook is grinning softly. “Baby, are you jealous?”

You scoff at this. “No?” You look at him again. “I- You know, I just don’t see why she has to play with you, that’s all. I mean, doesn’t she have any other stripper-mom friends of her own?”

Jungkook can’t help himself as he smirks and moves closer to you, getting back into the seat he was in previously. “You are... so jealous,” he points out, the smirk only growing wider.

“Oh please, I’m not jealous,” you tell him, voice going a bit higher on the last word, giving you away. Jungkook knows because he knows almost anything about you at this point in your relationship. He gives you a look and you groan.

“This is about people,” you begin, not entirely sure where you’re going with this, “feeling... certain things-”

“Uh-huh,” Jungkook hums, grinning at you because you’re just too adorable when you’re jealous.

“-about strippers, you know? And uh, I’m-”

“Sweetie,” Jungkook cuts you off, smiling as he coos: “I love you too.”

You fall silent, rolling your eyes as he presses a kiss to your cheek before he gets up and moves towards the door. You spring to your feet, running after him. “Wait!”

“What?” Jungkook asks as you appear in front of him. You don’t hesitate as you cup his face before leaning on your tippy toes to press your lips against his. He sighs deeply as you kiss him, pouring your unspoken feelings into it. His hands fall to rest on hips, sliding around your waist to pull you closer against him. Pulling away, you look him in the eyes. “I love you,” you tell him.

“Uh-huh,” he breathlessly reply, slightly shocked that you’d kiss him like that in public but here you are. You watch as he doesn’t utter another word, heading out of the café to go get his son from kindergarten.

Jimin appears by your side, a small smirk on your lips.

“That’s a kiss he won’t forget anytime soon,” you smirk to yourself, proud that you left him speechless. Jimin chuckles at your obvious pride.

“Yeah, either that or you just made him incredibly horny and sent him off to hang out with a stripper,” he points out causing the pride to fall of your face and land before your feet.

“Fucking hell!”

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French Class [2]

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this part! I’m excited to put out more parts soon!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, oral (f receiving), car sex, dirty talk, college!au, nerd!reader, fuckboy!bias

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“And then he asked me if I would wear his tie around my neck while he- Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you there?” Your roommate, Chohee, waved her hand in front of your face from across the table. You had occupied the seats in the back of the Chinese restaurant, in a niche where you were mostly hidden from other customers. Turns out, for all the spicy stories she had in store – as always – that had been a great idea.

“I swear your thoughts have been all over the place lately. Are you sure you have nothing to talk about?” She twirled a strand of her dyed pink hair around her fingers while she mustered you suspiciously.

“I’m sorry, I zoned out. It’s nothing, I’m just tired. I’ve been studying day and night. Looks like you’re the only one with the stories today. Just start again from the part where he got the whipped cream from the fridge,” you said.

“We went over that part five minutes ago! Have you paid any attention?” Chohee shook her head with a grin. Then she began her bedroom-adventure story from the beginning, because she knew as well as you, she loved talking about it.

Truth was, you had one hell of a story to tell. And no, you had not been paying attention. Not because you were tired. Not because you had studying on your mind. But because one hundred percent of your focus was currently directed at the boy only a few tables from yours. You only saw the back of his head, but there was no doubt about his identity. The mop of hair was unmistakable. Plus, he was in his famous black leather jacket. There was no mistaking this piece of clothing. It was decorated with white splatters of acrylic paint and had his name written messily across the top of his back. You could just about make out the tips of the letters as he leaned back comfortably, legs spread on his chair, chatting to his friend.

Chohee had no idea about the grip the person behind her had on you. She was your closest friend, and yet you hadn’t broken the news to her: You were hooking up (and not just once) with the so-called “hottest guy on campus”. AT least those had been her words when she had first told you about him. Lately you had to admit, you were starting to agree. It wasn’t like you wanted to keep secrets from her. In fact, on many occasions you had almost crumbled and told her the full story. Had she not been such a chatterbox, and did she not love gossiping as much as she did, you swore she would already know about your little arrangement with him.

She was aware of this much: You and him were casual friends. Study buddies, one would say. You had subtly passed over the little details of your friendship. How grocery store visits sometimes turned into visits to his dorm because of a simple text of his, or how you had sneaked out on more than one occasion in the middle of the night because he had told you his dormmates weren’t home. It wasn’t weird to Chohee that you brushed over the particularities of your “one-night-stands” when you returned in the mornings. You had never been as big on sharing as she was.

Maybe you wanted to keep things to yourself out of fear what people would say, too. You couldn’t care less whether people knew you were sleeping around. But everyone knew him, or so it seemed. Girls wanted him. Boys wanted to be him. All you desired was his friendship and some fun. You had no interest in being known on campus or having people you’ve never met giving you the side-eye over having sex with an oh-so-special boy. One day you would tell Chohee all about it. You weren’t technically lying. Just not sharing the entire story.

“Remember how I said H/N was the hottest guy ever?” Chohee suddenly said. The sound of his name made your head snap back to reality.

“Oh, now you’re listening, I see. All it takes is for me to mention your new bestie,” she teased. “You shouldn’t get too attached to him. I have a feeling that girls are interchangeable to him, either way. Anyway, I’ve decided I find his friend Korain much more attractive, since I’ve been hooking up with him.”

Would it be weird to correct her? To promise her, when you had more time and weren’t so distracted, you would lay the truth on her? He isn’t like that at all, you wanted to say. Yes, he liked female attention. But that didn’t make him a bad guy. Would it sound crazed to explain how he knew how you took your coffee, and how he sent you pictures of your favorite animals before your exams to take some of the nerves away? Or how he reported that it took him exactly 1,012 steps to get to your dorm from his place? Multiple times you had tried to count the distance yourself, but you never seemed to have enough focus to make it. Something always caught you off guard. You had doubted his credibility, but he swore he wasn’t bluffing.

Speaking of his friend Korain – who was at this very Chinese restaurant with H/N – he was suddenly making eye contact with you. Before you could slide lower into your seat like a frightened animal, he had grinned at you. Oh no. Prompted by his friend’s smile in your direction, H/N now turned his head. You were thankful Chohee was still deep in her explanation on why she had changed her opinions on the two very boys only a few tables away. If only she knew.

H/N’s eyes caught yours and a smirk plastered on his face. You assumed the tiny smile you sent him would do, but no. The two young men had collected their things and were getting ready to leave. The exit was the opposite direction, and yet H/N took the long way there. His stride was that of a model as he approached your table.

“Y/N,” he said, voice sweet like sugar candy and his smile charming like famous artwork. “You wanna hang at the library later?”

Chohee was now eyeing him as if she was your bodyguard and he was an obsessed fan who had crossed into your personal space. All you could think of was how you wanted him as your dessert. Now. But you had an exam coming up in a few days. So, his invitation fit just right.

“I’ll be there.” You smiled politely. He gave you a raised eyebrow, but then nodded, said goodbye, spun around and followed his friend out of the restaurant. When you looked at Chohee, she was already giving you eyes that asked a billion questions at once. Fantastic. Now you’d have to explain that “hang at the library” was not some sort of codeword for sex, but you had – against all odds – convinced the local prince of fuckboys that studying wasn’t such an atrocious idea after all. But fate saved you before you could begin your clarification.

“Oh no! Where has the time gone? I have to get to my afternoon lecture!” Chohee exclaimed, quickly gathering her purse and jacket. “My professor will curse me if I’m late again!”

And with that, she scrambled up from the table. “Don’t think you’re getting off easy just because I have to go! I demand a good story when I get home!”

You knew she was just being dramatic, and should you decide to keep everything to yourself for another month, she wouldn’t be mad. And yet, the urge to tell her crept up on you as you watched her hurry out of the door while waving one last time. Your morning classes had been the only appointment in your calendar for the day. So, with nothing else to do, you fished for your phone to message him for a time to meet at the library.

“What were you being so weird for earlier?” he asked as he plopped down on the wooden chair across from you. His books slammed on the table, and you flinched a little. Boys.

“Thanks for reminding me why I chose to sit in the group project area today. Could you be any louder in a library?” you said. “And thank god we’re the only ones here.”

“Thanks for reminding me that you’re still great at avoiding questions,” he returned.

“I just didn’t want my friend to ask questions.”

“So you talked to me like a five year old would respond to their kindergarten teacher? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? The guy with the reputation?”

“No, I’m not. Wait? What? And what kind of reputation would that be, if I may ask? The you-only-sleep-with-a-girl-once-reputation?”

“You should know the nastiest rumors mostly prove to be false. I was thinking of something more delightful. Like a gives-the-best-head-on-campus-kind of reputation.”

You snorted. “And who is going to do the research to prove that?”

“Why don’t you look around and report back to me?” he smirked.

“No thanks. I’m already hooking up with a guy who’s more than a handful.”

He faked taking offence in your words with a theatrical gasp. “Is that so? The girl I’m hooking up with isn’t much better. Always asks to hang at the library like she doesn’t beg me to fuck her the second we get out of there.”

“Let me remind you that you were the one who suggested this place today,” you said. “I was ready to jump into your bed and you had to stall time like this.”

“Are you for real? What are we still doing here, then?” he asked, and you tilted your head with a suggestive grin that mirrored his.

15 minutes later:

“Who the fuck stores five umbrellas in their car?” You kicked another one off the backseat you were lying on. Your bra was exposed beneath your shirt which he had pushed up on your chest and was now attacking the exposed skin with hungry kisses.

“That’s what you get for not getting it on in the library,” he muttered against your skin without looking up.

“We’d be asking to get suspended from there by doing that,” you said. “And I cherish my library very much.”

He only made a snickering noise and shook his head before he went to take off his shirt – and promptly hit his head on the car roof. “Ow! This sucks. I can barely move.”

“That’s what you get for not waiting until we’re at your place,” you teased him with his own words. But judging by the prominent bulge in his pants, you supposed you didn’t want him driving anywhere. Not with naughty things on his mind, and with you next to him to only make him hornier. Your eyes fell on the dark purple spots on his abdomen, and you grinned.

“Wow. Someone must have worked hard to make that stomach even prettier,” you said.

“Yeah, you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” He bent down to your ear and his husky tone sent cold shivers up your spine. Of course, you knew. You were the one who bit and sucked the hickeys into his skin two days ago, after all. His hands palming your boobs through your bra drew out a desperate sigh from you.

“Let’s play a game. What do you say?” he asked.

“What kind of game would that be?” Your interest was roused. He was lost in thought for a moment, hands slowly running up and down your exposed legs. Luckily, you had opted for a skirt today. All he’d had to do was to push it up to your belly and get rid of your underwear after your short but very steamy make-out session on the backseat. The cool air on your exposed core was only magnifying your impatience.

“Whoever comes first, loses.” You couldn’t suppress a chuckle at his idea, and he eyed you with indignation. “You don’t like it?”

“Everyone knows women take longer to orgasm than men do,” you said. “Are you trying to dig your own grave or what?”

“That’s why I’ll have a head start,” he announced. His hands circled the skin close to your core, creeping up your thighs slowly.

“And what’s the prize for winning?”

“The loser owes the winner a favor.”

“Too vague. I don’t trust you with that.”

“I don’t trust you, she says as she waits for me to fuck her in my car,” he mocked.

“I don’t trust your crazy ideas,” you clarified. “What about this? The winner pays for the loser’s next meal when we eat together.”

“Deal.” He slid his fingers over your pussy, and you crumbled into a whining mess within seconds. No matter how much your head denied it, he really was the best. He caught your clit between his digits and your eyes rolled to the back of your head for a moment.

“Shit, you only turn me on more if you’re going to moan like that.” He lowered his head and spit on your center, and the laughter that had been bubbling in your throat died in an instant. His fingers rubbed your nub fast and spread his saliva – without doubt his attempt at tipping you closer to the edge before he had even begun to fuck you.

“Too bad you find me so hot,” you said, and let out a purposely dramatic whimper, followed by his name in your best fake-porn-voice. His smile had something wholesome, as if he was admiring his friend making silly jokes, but also a glint of playfulness. You knew had been a mask when he bit his lip and exhaled slowly. With ease, he slid his middle finger into you. As he curled it against your sweet spot, he bent down to suck on your clit and your back arched at the sudden pleasure.

“Too bad you’re going to lose,” he said, and then continued his antics. Had he continued this way for another few minutes, his words wouldn’t have been so far from the truth. But you had other plans.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you asked. “That’s enough of your head start.”

“I only just tasted you. Why would it be called a head start, if you’re going to stop me two minutes into giving you head?” he asked and you would’ve slapped his shoulder, had he been close enough. Instead, you closed your eyes for a few seconds. He was the competitive one here, and you didn’t mind enjoying yourself for now. Sighing in temporary defeat, your head fell back onto the seat. The sun was shining its last rays through the car window. They caught in his curled eyelashes and on his skin, coloring him golden.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, arm snaking around your thigh. He held on to you, but it wasn’t as if you could have moved away from him. Your head was right by the car door. His lips around your clit paired with his finger steadily rubbing against your sweet spot inside of you made you feel like floating. His free hand touched your leg gently, caressing your skin as if he wasn’t also simultaneously pushing you to the urge to yell out his name in pleasure. You tangled your fingers in his soft hair, as if you needed to do so to keep him in place. But something in the back of your mind still had a desire for winning. Trying to collect the last bits of your dwindling sanity, you hatched a plan. Good on you – you knew just what rode him into madness.

“I- I need you to fuck me, please,” you begged, making sure to add an extra layer of tragedy to your voice. “Please, I want it so bad.”

He looked up at you, a dark glint in his eyes. Of course, he did. All was going according to plan. It wasn’t like you had known him all your life, but you were perfectly aware of one thing. He could never resist your dirty talking and begging.

“Please?” you bat your eyelashes ever so longingly at him.

“Is that so?” He was now straightening up. His black pupils were dilated, and he was looking at you with the expectation of a loyal puppy waiting for his treat. You grabbed the front hem of his pants and pulled him towards you. In a moment, you had unzipped the material for him.

“I want you to fuck me like you did the first time we met. At the party,” you said. “Do you ever think about it, too?”

“Fuck, of course I do,” he said. Faster than you could register, he was ripping a condom wrapper and sliding it onto his free length. His cock stood angry and hard against his stomach. Perhaps your dramatic words weren’t so far-fetched. You couldn’t wait for him.

“Then do it, please,” you said. “Right now, this pussy is all yours. Use it the way it should be used.”

He muttered a swear under his breath and you knew he was in the palm of your hand. His hot breath fanned your neck as he bent over you, cock aligned with your exposed core. For a moment his length slid through your wetness, and he groaned at the warmth that was about to engulf him.

“I’m so fucking wet,” you moaned. “And all for you.”

You would have been lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the exaggerated show you were putting on for him as much as he did. Although, you weren’t sure whether you were allowed to call it exaggeration, at all. Your walls clenched around nothing as the tip of his cock touched your juices and he eyed you like he could’ve eaten you up right then and there.

When he finally entered you, he instantly sighed. His eyes were shut tightly as he dealt with the impact of feeling you around his shaft. A small spark of triumph went through you. That was, until he pushed your legs up and snapped his hips against yours. A sharp, sudden burst of pleasure shot through you and the coil in your stomach tightened all at once. You suspected your plan was backfiring slightly. Your words not only appealed to him and his famished mind and body. They also got to your head, and there you were, barely able to contain yourself under a load of blind hunger.

“You want me to fuck you senseless, huh?” he asked. His words went straight to your core. Nonetheless, you had a goal to work towards and you weren’t set on giving up.

“Yes, oh my god,” you whimpered. “That’s all I’m asking for. Please, I know you can. You always fuck me so well.”

In response, he rammed his body into yours so abruptly, you gave off a noise of surprise and pleasure at the same time. He bent his upper body over yours to support himself. His hands lay flat on the seat on both sides of your head. His thrusts made your legs shake now and then, when his cock hit that one spot inside of you. It was causing you to see entire galaxies on the inside of your eyelids. When you blinked up at him, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon. Darkness had always suit him better than the golden sunset, either way. The muscles in his arms flexed and his eyebrows furrowed, and for a moment you called victory yours. But you couldn’t be sure for longer than a moment.

Because from one second to another he straightened up and slowed his thrusts. The gradualness had something equally as striking. He dragged his cock through your scarlet walls and his fingers found your clit. You drew out a ragged breath and cursed him for regaining the upper hand. Yet, you quickly abandoned the thought of defeat. When you allowed yourself to feel the pleasure, every last thought vanished at last. You moaned and whimpered helplessly. Without overthinking, you wrapped your hand around his wrist. He shot you a confused smirk.

“Too much, baby?” he said. “Think you won’t be able to handle it? A shame. It would really be too bad if you lost. You were doing so well up to now.”

You swallowed, hard. His patronizing voice tugged at your nerves and yet you loved when he spoke to you this way during sex. And he was aware of it – hence his knowing grin.

“Don’t stop moving,” you asked him to keep up his thrusts. “It’s not fair, otherwise.”

“Oh no. I would never dare break the rules,” he said.

He did as you said, and it only made things more mind-consuming for you. You were again reminded of the small tornado raging in the pit of your belly, threatening to consume you all over. It was only a matter of time. But what he could do, you could do better.

“Do you like fucking me in my skirt?” you taunted him, blinking ever so sweetly. Your eyes were dripping honey as you put on your most innocent gaze. “Am I pretty like this?”

“You’re the prettiest,” he muttered, biting his lip as if he was stopping a thousand moans from spilling out. “So. Fucking. Hot.”

“If I wear this skirt to class tomorrow, and you see me in the halls, will you think of this moment?” you asked. His fingers on your clit were shaky and moving unevenly. You might have been digging your own grave along with his. You didn’t care. Too many lectures you had wasted, barely able to concentrate because of the boy on top of you.

“Definitely. You weren’t wearing that earlier, at the restaurant,” he said. You wondered how many people had ever seen him this way – utterly breathless, all his cool vaporizing at once.

“Good observation,” you said, but you were struggling with your words as much as he was unable to keep calm. What was meant to sound lazy and seductive had morphed into a whimper and small sighs. “I wasn’t. I- I put it on just for you.”

He cursed again and abandoned all his remaining self-control. His grip on you was iron-tight and you clenched your fists. Oh, how you wished you could have buried your head into a pillow, or better even, the crook of a neck. Instead, you moaned his name almost soundlessly and searched for his dark eyes.

“Say my name again,” he demanded, like it was his last request on earth. So, you obeyed, only because you would have done anything for him right now, if it meant that he would keep fucking you that way.

“Oh my- my god,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop, fuck-“

“You look so hot right now, baby,” he groaned. “Shit- I could come just looking at you.”

“Then do it,” you said. Challengingly, you both smirked at each other. It lasted only the blink of an eye. You felt your insides twist before you could have prevented it. And all of a sudden, you crashed. Your intense orgasm erupted, and it took you several seconds to realize it, but then you heard it. His high-pitched moans, quiet and curse-stricken, could only mean one thing. You weren’t the only one, and therefore not the first to reach your high. A content smile spread on your face as his messy thrusts went on for a short while and you bathed in the remaining moments of bliss.

Silence set in as you both kept still to catch your breaths. You worried he would pin the loss on you, nonetheless, and inwardly braced yourself for his accusations. But to your surprise, he only laughed and collapsed on top of you. His breath tickled your neck slightly.

“We’ll be splitting the bill, I suppose?” he said. He straightened up to look you in the eyes playfully.

“Looks like it,” you said. You guessed his fighting spirit had been appeased and his energy had been spent on better things than arguing with you. You never minded it.

“Did you have a nice study session? Does the library lady assume you’re homeless and actually living there, yet?” Chohee teased as you entered your shared kitchen. She was typing on her phone but looked up when you only laughed.

“Is that a hickey?” she asked, and you knew you were done for. “What exactly is it you were studying? H/N’s body?”

“I guess I should tell you. Sooner or later, you’ll know,” you relented.

“Tell me what? Oh my god. Are you guys dating? Are you dating H/N?”

“No! You know I have no time for a boyfriend,” you said. “But…we’ve been hooking up.”

“Damn girl,” she said. “What do you have on him that he keeps coming back?”

“Excuse me? Am I really that boring of a company?”

“No. You’re the best company I could ever ask for, obviously,” she said, smiling at you. “But you remember his reputation. He sleeps with the same girl only once.”

“It’s just a stupid rumor,” you said. “Besides, we’re not just hooking up. He’s my friend. You already knew that.”

“Friend, huh?” Chohee asked. “Alright. So, you’re telling me he can hang out with you without trying to get it on?”

“He can, actually. And let me tell you, he’s cool. And pretty funny, too,” you said. She raised her eyebrows at you. “We’ve set some rules. We hook up, but also hang out as friends. Neither is allowed to be upset when the other turns down sex. We can both hook up with anyone else, still. No jealousy, no attachments. Just a good time.”

“Alright,” Chohee nodded. “If you’re so close, do you think you could introduce me to some of his friends sometime?”

You laughed, nodding. Chohee and H/N had quite some things in common, you realized then. Maybe that’s why you liked the two of them so much.

“Let’s see how long that lasts, then. Don’t wrap him too tightly around your finger, or he might trip and fall,” she winked. It was your turn to raise your eyebrow. Whatever she might have been insinuating – you had zero plans of making it reality. (Yet.)

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Pre-Wedding Jitters, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Praise, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Pregnancy Kink, Wife Kink, Glazed Donut!OC

A/N: Today’s chapter is late because I’ve been busy playing New Pokemon Snap... sry. Shout out to @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna because I’d be lost without them.

There are undoubtedly many events in life that make a person nervous -- your first day of high school and college, your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and for some even your first phone call you give to your doctor when you're no longer under your parents protection. But no one -- not a single person, told you how nervous your wedding day is.

Maybe it's the amount of people that are attending. Two hundred is no small number.

Or maybe it's the fact that with your belly sticking out so far you can barely see your feet makes you feel like you'll be judged.

Whatever it is, the feeling fucking sucks.

You've seen so many movies where the woman who is getting married is all laughs and smiles, giving cheers to anyone and everyone because it's her wedding day. But now, you can officially say it's bullshit.

The best part is, it isn't even today, it's tomorrow and you still are frightened to the bone at the thought.

"-And I mean, yeah. Fine. We chose the taupe napkins but who the fuck is Aubrey to say anything, y'know? Like she knows her colors… Evil witch. I swear I don't know how she passed kindergarten!"

Leena's rant drifts through your ears like a soft breeze. You haven't been paying attention for a while, if you're being honest.

"Y/N? Are you listening to me?!" Leena gawks, grabbing her glass of champagne from Taehyung's hand.

Again, you're caught up in your own mind. You play every scenario of how tomorrow will be and they all seem to be terrible ideas.

What if you trip walking down the aisle?

What if your heel snaps on the way up?

What if your water breaks in front of two hundred people?

What if-

A small square of balsamic bruschetta appears in front of your face and your eyes narrow at the piece of bread.

You feel your soon-to-be husband's fingers pushing back some stray hairs behind your ear. "Food for thought?" he quips happily.

He has not had a frown on his face in what seems like forever. You adore it, you really do. But how can he not be nervous? Your heart is practically thrumming out of your chest.

"Open," he whispers.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth for the appetizer. When he leans in, you look back down at your lap.

"I can see your heart racing through the artery in your neck," he murmurs against your ear.

His hand squeezes your knee under the table reassuringly as he pulls away.

Yoongi wants to pry, he wants to ask you what's got you so in your own head but there are a few too many people here for that.

"Noona, you're an amazing cook." Jeongguk whines, grabbing another piece of steak off the platter.

"You're actually disgusting." Jimin breathes, wrinkling his nose at the youngest's third steak.

"I need my meat, that's how I win in the ring. Gets me all big and strong." Guk beams, cutting into the large t-bone.

"That's what she said!" Hoseok and Taehyung chirp at the same time.

You watch as they high five each other with child-like smiles plastered onto their faces.

"Are you tired? Do you want to call it a night?" your fiance inquires softly, turning his whole body towards you so the rest of the room can't hear him.

You would never want to take away from the festivities. It's just that your stupid anxiety is overwhelming. Looking over at your handsome partner, your fingers intertwine with his. He's quick to kiss the back of your hand, searching your eyes for some sort of hint as to why you're so down.

"No. I'm fine. I'm sorry." you reply, giving him a small smile.

His eyes narrow at your smile and he takes a sharp breath through his teeth in confusion.

"Al...right, if you say so." he says unsurely, running your intertwined hands over your belly.

"Y/N!" Leena whines from across the table and this time you give her your full attention.

You need to try and push this anxiousness elsewhere even for a little while. You will not be a horrible host.

"Yes Beena," you inquire, leaning your chin on your hand.

"Did you hear me? Did you hear what Kim Aubrey said about my wedding planning skills?!" she screeches.

You can only snort as all eyes around the table land on you. "I don't know why you indulge her. Isn't she the one that shit her pants in chemistry when she was fifteen?"

Yoongi laughs loudly, throwing his head back and placing his hand on his chest.

"Actually yeah, she sat two rows behind me!" Namjoon chimes in with wide eyes. His nose wrinkles at the sudden memory and you don't blame him as he pushes his plate away in a sudden state of queasiness.

"So I don't suck at wedding planning?" your best friend pouts across the long table to you.

"Absolutely not." you insist, winking at her.

"This wedding is going to be the biggest event of the entire year. Maybe even the biggest event of the next ten years." Anna, Jimin's wife cheers.

Oh.

Good.

Love that.

"Well, I think we just want people to have a good time. We aren't worried about what impact it will have." Yoongi says quickly, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand to calm you down.

He's not dumb. He's figured it out by now, but he'll still want to hear it from your lips later on.

"Yeah right. 'Min Yoongi and his artistically talented fiance WOW people with their show stopping matrimony' is gonna be on the cover of Dispatch in two days." Hoseok murmurs.

"Oh yeah? And you're gonna be the one giving them the hot scoop, then?" Namjoon jeers, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass of brandy at the handsome man.

Hobi sneers in his direction and Yoongi can only respond with a chuckle.

"My fiance is pretty show stopping." the CEO surmises, leaning back in his chair.

"Please. I'm eating. Christ." Leena groans through a mouthful of pasta.

It is nice to have so many close friends around tonight though. You hope it can distract you long enough for the nervousness brewing and bubbling inside of you to subside.

When conversations begin to break up and become between smaller groups of people, you can feel his eyes on you like a heat source.

"Little dove?" Yoongi coos softly, rubbing your distended side.

You hum to him, turning to give him your full attention.

"Tomorrow is going to be beautiful and perfect." he promises, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

"No, I know. I'm just-"

"Worried." he finishes for you and he's not surprised to see your reluctant nod of agreement.

"I know. I'm nervous too." he admits, kissing your cheek.

"You've already gotten married before," you scoff, allowing his arm to curl around your shoulders.

"Actually I was black out drunk and can't remember a single thing because I was venomously angry with the dumb bitch that ruined my life before you." he replies with a wide smile.

"Oh. Good." you reply, rolling your eyes at his playfulness.

"So this is my first real wedding too. And even though I'm nervous, I'm excited. Because then when the wedding is over and we get to our honeymoon-"

"Uh uh." you gasp, smushing your finger to his lips.

He pouts against your finger, kissing it softly. "What?" he garbles against your digit.

"We have company." you whisper fiercely.

"Didn't stop you a few days ago when you sucked my cock beneath the desk upstairs while I was on a video meeting." he deadpans, pulling your hand away from his face.

"Yoongi!" you gasp, glancing over the table who hasn't heard a single thing.

You'd like to keep it that way.

"I can't wait to fuck your little pregnant cunt as you're Mrs. Min Yoongi." he beams, kissing your temple.

You can feel your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and you can only blame the man beside you for that one.

When you smack his chest out of shame, the noise echoes throughout the room, earning attention from all of the guests.

"Abuse is not nice, Y/N. Do you want to file a lawsuit, Yoongi?" Yoona quips, sticking her tongue out at you.

The CEO chuckles, squeezing your shoulder with glee. "No, she couldn't handle my lawyers." he bubbles.

"Oh yeah, you know you aren't supposed to sleep with each other tonight, right?" Leena inquires, moving her fork between the both of you.

The cackle Yoongi gives is loud and absurd, much like your best friend's comment. "I can't do anything to her she doesn't have proof of." he banters, pointing at your large belly.

Leena scoffs, pointing down at her plate. "Again. Eating. Gross." she enunciates, pouring herself another glass of expensive champagne.

Jimin's laugh rings throughout the dining room and Yoongi knows that he's the only person who could truly understand him in that moment.

"Why do people do that dumb tradition anyway?" Jeongguk asks, finally finishing his food.

"It actually comes from arranged marriages. When people didn't know who they were marrying." Yoona informs him.

"Fuck that luck shit. That's the saying, isn't it? 'It's bad luck to see the bride' or something like that." Hoseok breathes.

"I think I'm lucky," Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin reply all at once.

Your best friend takes the opportunity to sneer at her boyfriend and you can't help but giggle at his hopeless expression. "You know I love you, baby." Taehyung coos, sliding his arm over her shoulders.

"Mhm." she drolls, rolling her eyes when both of you look at one another.

"What's for dessert?" Jeongguk asks pleasantly, tying his long black hair up into a ponytail.

"Are you serious? You're not full?" Namjoon gawks at the boxer.

"I was saving room for dessert!" he beams, looking over at you expectantly.

Jeongguk is sweet, sweeter than most younger men you've ever met. He feels something akin to a little brother to you at this point and it's wonderful to see that even if you're rich you can still have manners.

"I made just a simple cobbler, since the wedding cake tomorrow is going to be super heavy and rich." you announce.

Yoongi shoves his chair back, holding out his hand to help you up like the gentleman he is.

He watches you carefully sprinkle powdered sugar atop the dessert with warm eyes.

You don't know how difficult it's going to be walking up that aisle tomorrow, but you do know that your ankles are going to be on fire. They already are.

He picks up the ceramic dish for you, nodding to the chair for you to sit back down and your heart warms for what feels like the billionth time today.

He's such a special person.

"Yoongi is really cool these days, huh?" Jimin jeers, elbowing your fiance when he steps between him and Jeongguk to place the dessert onto the table.

"I've always been cool," he counters, nudging the younger man back

"Well…" Jeongguk and Taehyung droll at the same time.

"Whatever," the CEO breathes, rolling his eyes.

Your giggle seems to light up the room as well as Yoongi's heart. Slamming down in his chair beside you, he can't help the glee that courses through him.

He can't wait for tomorrow.

Climbing into bed, you let the mattress mold to your body and it feels like heaven to be finally laying down, your body certainly thanks you for it.

Yoongi leans against the wall, watching as you sigh happily. "I can just come to bed y'know? I don't need to stay up and hang out." he offers, padding towards you.

"No, that wouldn't be fair. It's your bachelor party. You should be able to play poker and drink." you reply, cupping your stomach.

His eyes drift over you and you can see how soft his expression is in the dim lighting. "You got out of your bachelorette party," he adds, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I have a reason. I'm pregnant." you deadpan, lifting your head to look at him.

"With my baby," he coos, stretching up the bed to lay down beside you.

"Don't get comfy." you warn him, running your fingers over his clothed chest.

"I'm not, I'll just stay until you fall asleep." he promises, kissing your forehead.

His hand drifts over your stomach and the tiny kick he feels makes his heart beat faster. "Hey, kid. How you doin' in there?" he whispers, running his thumb over the spot his son just hit.

You hum gently, letting your eyes flutter closed.

"I'm so tired but I'm so nervous." you announce in the quiet room.

Your fiance looks away from your belly to look over at you. "It's okay to be nervous, but don't let it supersede your happiness for tomorrow either."

You nod gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just have so many scenarios going through my head."

"And none of them are nice, I'm sure." he replies, booping your nose with his index finger.

Scoffing in agreement, you bury your face into his sweet smelling neck.

"I can make you cum, it might make you sleepy," he offers.

"I can't return the favor though, I'm too tired. It'll be unfair," you whine.

When he clicks his teeth, you only hold him tighter to your body.

"I don't need you to 'return the favor' when you love someone as much as I love you, you'd do anything to see them comfortable." he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"They're waiting for you downstairs." you remind him.

"Let them wait. You come first," he breathes, running the tips of his fingers over your soft inner thighs.

You whine in disagreement but your body betrays you naturally. Your legs spread wider and your breath hitches, your lips softly suckle on the thin skin of his neck waiting patiently for what he will do next.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, tugging the seat of your panties to the side.

He pulls away from you just far enough to be able to see how well he pleases you and he's already aroused at the sight.

Your eyes are low with lust, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. Your nipples are stiff peaks, straining against the grey silk nightgown you adorn. He can see the grey fabric becoming darker with each passing second as you bead milk.

"God," he groans, parting your lower lips.

"Tomorrow when we fly to Japan, I'm gonna fuck you in every way you could possibly think of." he promises, running his middle finger through your arousal.

"H-How?" you inquire curiously, gasping when he taps the pad of his finger to your clit.

His lips part and his teeth clamp down on one of the cups of your nightgown before pulling down harshly.

You whimper at the chilly air that glides over your now exposed skin.

He lays soft, hot opened mouthed kisses to your nipple, watching your eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"How am I going to fuck you?" he prods.

You nod fervently, capturing your index finger between your teeth.

"Well," he begins, drawing smooth, slow circles to your swelling clit, "I'll start on the red eye. I'll take you back to the bedroom and take off that pretty wedding dress you'll be wearing just for me."

"Daddy," you whimper, spreading your legs wider for more.

He hums in agreement, pulling off your underwear to free you completely before him.

"I'm gonna make sure the whole crew of my plane knows you're getting fucked by your husband. Gonna have you screaming my name while I fuck your tight little pussy with my thick cock." he avows, kissing over your shoulder.

His words send shivers up your spine and your toes curl with excitement.

"Fuck," you whimper, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Gonna hold your big belly in my hands while I fuck you from behind. Let your milk drip all over the sheets of the bed on the plane. You're gonna beg me to go harder, to fill your dirty pregnant cunt full of my cum. I'm gonna make you feel so good, you aren't even going to care that everyone can hear you calling me daddy."

Shoving two fingers inside of you, he skillfully taps the soft patch of nerves within you and your brain is already firing on all cylinders to cum for him. His thumb begins to press harder circles into your clit and when you cup your belly, his eyes roll back at the sight.

"Gonna get you to the secluded hotel and fuck you out on the balcony, in the bath tub, on the bed, anywhere I can get my hands on you. Because I need you wrapped around me. Always." he murmurs into your ear.

"Shit!" you cry out, letting your head loll back to the pillow.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises, unbuttoning his pants for relief.

The head of his cock peeks out from the lip of his briefs and you whimper at the pearl of precum that beads at the tip.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, kissing from your collarbone to your pert nipple.

When he suckles softly, your hips lift at the erotocism. He moans at the taste of your milk and his hand ghosts over his hard cock.

"Daddy," you cry out, starting to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

Sitting up on his knees, he shoves his pants down further. He parts your legs wider and he doesn't seem to care that all of his friends are waiting patiently for him downstairs.

His cock ruts between your folds and you're ever so close to cumming with every swipe the head of his cock brushes against your clit.

"So warm," he murmurs, purchasing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your moans begin to get louder and he knows you're so close to releasing your pleasure.

"That's it baby, you're so close." Yoongi notices, running his hands over your stomach.

"O-Oh my God!" you cry out, grabbing his hands over your belly.

"I know, little dove. Feels good, huh?" he coos.

You're so obscenely wet, that even without him being inside you he's finding himself close to his own end.

It's just you in general, you overstimulate him in ways he can barely understand.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." you bleat, gripping his hands harder.

"Cum for me, little dove. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me." he begs, rutting his hips harder against your core.

You do as told, cumming for him with white spotted eyes and loud sobs of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praises, pulling away from your weeping pussy.

He fists his cock in hand, dragging the swollen, leaking tip over your belly. "Such a pretty woman I have beneath me. Fuck," he curses, jerking his hand faster.

Even as tiredness begins to shroud you, you want him to orgasm too. "Daddy, cum all over my belly. Want to feel your warm cum."

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, his eyes snapping to yours.

When you palm your breasts, his eyes immediately falter to them. You pinch your nipples purposefully, earning droplets of milk that stream slowly over your digits.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps loudly, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Want your cum so badly," you whimper, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

"Yeah? You want me to cum all over your belly?" he prods, feeling his balls tightening.

You nod fervently, leaving your breasts to rub circles to your distended skin.

"Fuck!" he curses, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm courses through him. His cock throbs and stutters in his hand and you hum with satisfaction when you feel his warm cum land on your belly.

"God, you're too sexy for your own good." the father of your child jeers, sitting back on the heels of his feet.

You find yourself giving a tired giggle and your eyelids slowly begin to shield your eyes from view.

"Good girl." he whispers softly, hopping off the bed to clean your stomach.

When he comes back with a wet towel, he can see that you're already fast asleep. He's happy knowing that you'll be able to sleep even if it's only for a few hours.

He can understand your worries and your fears but he wants you to be able to enjoy your wedding too.

Kissing your forehead as he cleans your belly, he sighs softly. "My wife," he breathes, closing his eyes.

"I'll be back later, my love." he promises, tossing the rag back into the bathroom.

Yoongi covers your naked body with the comforter and his heart is thudding in the recesses of his chest with joy.

Just a few more hours and you'll be legally his.

"Remind me why we're playing poker the night before your wedding instead of going out?" Taehyung asks, throwing chips into the center of the green felted table.

"Because there's no pregnant strippers around these parts," Jimin jeers, picking up his beer.

Yoongi sneers at the younger man beside him, elbowing him almost out of embarrassment.

"What? If I could go see a pregnant strip show, believe me, I would."

"We know." everyone replies, rolling their eyes.

"Last time you had a bachelor party, man, that shit was fun." the hotel CEO recalls.

"You had fun." Yoongi reminds him, ashing his cigar.

"Also, aren't you completely smitten with Leena anyway? You want her to have your baby." Namjoon prods, placing his cards down on the table.

Taehyung smirks at his comment, leaning back into his chair and slinging his arm over the lip. "Oh, I'm very happy. She's everything I could possibly want." he affirms, smiling to himself.

"Then why do you want to go to a strip club?" Hoseok adds, throwing chips onto the table.

"Because I like tits. Jesus Christ, just crucify me why don't you!" Tae replies appalled.

Yoongi snorts loudly, clamping his teeth down on his cigar.

He wonders if you're okay, if you've woken up in the past few hours due to his son being so active.

His fingers flex uncomfortably and he's still surprised how much his life has changed in such a small amount of time. He's gone from being a violent, sadistic, narcissistic asshole to being a needy, loving and adoring man. And that's all thanks to you.

You've completely changed the pattern of his DNA and he could never appreciate you as much as you deserve.

"You excited for tomorrow, hyung?" Guk's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he smirks at the younger man.

"Very excited but very nervous." he admits to his group of friends.

"I remember the night of his other wedding. He was so fucking drunk he could barely stand up on his own." Jimin recalls with a laugh.

"I had to hold him up with my shoulder from behind so he didn’t fall backwards." Namjoon adds with a sharp laugh.

Yoongi smirks to himself, looking down at his pocket which holds his wallet. "Well, I'm just glad we don't have to have a repeat of that horrible day again."

"You got lucky dude, not many people find their soulmate when they were an asshole like you were." Hoseok says, pointing at the Kisung CEO.

His sneer is terrifying but probably only to himself as the other men laugh at Hobi's words.

"Y/N completely made him do a 180." Joon concurs.

"I like Y/N noona a lot. She fits in well and she's always optimistic and sweet. We needed someone like her in our lives." Guk beams and your soon-to-be husband seems to glow in their praise.

He loves hearing his friends talk so highly of you. He loves knowing that you're loved for being yourself, especially because you don't know it very often.

He can remember when he first met you, in the back of Seokjin's club. You were sweet and kind but a smart ass and cheeky at the same time. You intrigued him on so many levels and he can remember how badly he wanted to destroy you. But he never would have expected to fall in love with you as earnestly as he has.

And he wouldn't change it for anything in the universe.

"Leena has been putting in so much work for this wedding, you would think it's hers." Taehyung laughs, pulling Yoongi out of his reverie.

"And when are you getting married to her then?" the Kisung CEO inquires, ashing his cigar.

The question seems to stupify the handsome hotel owner, he stutters and shifts awkwardly in his seat trying to reply to the sudden question.

"Jesus, you broke him!" Jimin laughs, clapping his best friend on the back.

Taehyung's cheeks burn bright red and his hand immediately cups the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "I mean I bought a ring. I just haven't thought of anything romantic to y'know… ask her."

Beer goes flying out of Jimin's mouth and the sneer Yoongi gives makes him want to die on the spot.

"Jimin. You're paying for the new felt, you fucking animal." Yoongi gripes, watching Namjoon and Hoseok heartily laugh at the younger man.

"That'll be great! Leena noona is really nice!" Jeongguk cheers, hugging Taehyung happily.

"Thanks…" Tae breathes embarrassed.

Yoongi winks at him and he isn't surprised in the slightest, he knows just how smitten the man is with your best friend.

"Yoongi?"

The voice is gentle and tired. In an instant he's burning out his cigar and waving the smoke away.

"Yeah, baby?" he calls to you, disregarding the others in the library.

"Just checking to see if you were all still here," you murmur, stepping into the library doorway.

You're beautiful in the dim glow of the library's lights and the smile that spreads over his face is heart shatteringly perfect.

"Still here." he beams, padding over to you.

"Okay." you bleat, rubbing your sleep hooded eyes.

"What're you doing up, my dove? You must be so tired." he inquires, pushing hair back behind your ear.

"I'm thirsty. Wanted water." you chirp, pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Okay. Get your water and I'll be up in a few minutes. Alright?" he promises, tipping your chin up with his index finger.

You hum in agreement, starting to yawn.

He chuckles at your sleepy state, kissing your forehead. He pats your backside for good measure before turning to his friends that are seated around the poker table.

"I think it's time to get some rest before the big day tomorrow."

The guys hum in agreement, tossing down their cards and standing up.

"Tomorrow's gonna be great, man. I'm really happy for you." Joon whispers, patting his shoulder as he heads out first.

Yoongi can only agree with a wide smile.

Tomorrow is the start to the rest of his life. And it's perfect, just like you.

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a failed attempt to hate you

(tristan dugray)

a/n: i can only apologise if this writing is terrible, i wrote most of this in the middle of the night hopped up on medication for my disgusting cold. i hope it makes sense. anywho thanks for reading, enjoy, mwah <3

screw mr medina for making you help tristan study. you knew he knew from rory your inherent disdain for him, and it wasn’t your fault he was falling behind therefore not your responsibility to help him (as you had told mr medina last tuesday, with no effect). it was now sunday morning and you held little hope he would actually show up this time; he had somehow managed to cancel on your little study date 6 times already and it had only been 5 days since you were handed this apparently mammoth task. honestly, you didn’t expect him to show up at all, especially not anytime before noon- for which reasons you had made the decision put on your usual lazy sunday morning reading in bed get-up, which included (but was not limited to) an oversized rock concert shirt rory’s friend lane had given you in an attempt to clear her closet of non-christian attire, nothing but underwear underneath since you wouldn’t plan on leaving the comfort of your bedsheets for many hours, and a loose silk scrunchie you accidentally stole from rory keeping your hair out of your eyes.

your book of choice today was ‘harry potter and the goblet of fire’ , the most recently released chapter of the boy wizard’s adventures at hogwarts. the clock beside you read 9:15 as you comfied yourself for a morning of magic and adventure, which naturally was ended a mere 8 minutes later at 9:23 when the doorbell rang downstairs. you assumed your mother would answer it, but when it rang a second time you remembered your parents had both gone out to watch your sibling’s soccer match and you’d have to get it yourself.

it didn’t even cross your mind to put pants on, or that it may not be the postman at the door, until you opened it to see your very favourite chilton student whose eyes had hastily wandered to your bare legs. typical high school boy, you thought to yourself before your brain actually grasped the situation and kick started into action.

‘tristan. hi.’ you said with a slight shock in your voice.

‘erm, hi. i hope i’m not interrupting anything,’ he smirked, glancing down at your thighs again.

you rolled your eyes so aggressively you hoped mr medina could hear it from wherever he was spending his day, irritating boy-less and free to do whatever he wanted with his time.

‘you’re not,’ you quipped. ‘i just didn’t expect you to actually show up this time. and early may i add, i’m sure we said 11.’

‘we did, but i’ve got plans later so i thought i’d come by earlier and get this over with.’

‘how did you know i didn’t have plans? i might have been busy before 11.’

he pulled a face of amusement and you could swear you saw a hint of sarcasm shining through his eyes too. ‘right. are you done talking now or can i come in?’

‘you can come in, i guess,’ you sighed, closing the door behind him and showing him to the kitchen table. ‘wait here, i’ll go and get my books.’

‘grab some pants whilst you’re at it.’

‘stop talking,’ you called as you walked upstairs.

you came back downstairs a few minutes later fully-clothed and carrying your english notes to see that tristan had wandered from the chair you specifically remembered telling him to sit in, and was instead tracing a finger along the bookcase that stretched across the far wall of your living room. for a moment you just watched him nosey into your life; the framed certificates, the family photos, the 5 tapes of ‘beauty and the beast’ stacked atop of each other because it was your favourite film when you were 9 and practically every living relative had bought you a copy. beside those was a picture of you dressed as princess belle at disneyworld with chocolate ice cream smeared from cheek to cheek, a huge smile plastered between. tristan picked it up and turned to face you.

‘thoroughly adorable. seriously, you should go for this look more often.’

‘ha ha,’ you grimaced, snatching it off him and placing it back on the shelf. ‘are we studying or reminiscing on my past fashion choices?’

‘oo, someone’s in a good mood this morning huh,’ he teased. you pulled another face, once again silently cursing mr medina for completely ruining not just your day, but in fact your whole week. by god this boy got more irritating the more time you spent with him- it had only been 10 minutes, but it was 10 minutes longer than you ever previously had or ever wanted to.

‘can i get a drink before we start?’ he asked, redirecting the conversation and walking past you back into the kitchen. he began opening various cupboards, searching for a glass. ‘where’s the-’

‘why yes, tristan. you can have a drink,’ you snarked, opening the cupboard behind him with a dramatic flourish. he raised his eyebrows at you and reached forward to grab a glass, leaning over you as he did so. you caught a whiff of his cologne and almost forgot to dislike him for a moment.

‘there’s, um, soda in the ... fridge,’ you told him, voice unwillingly faltering as he looked down to meet your eyes. he had pretty eyes. pretty, blue, sparkling, stupid, annoying, asshole eyes.

you found the thick tension sickening. you refused to be another girl at school who simply swooned over him when he walked past your locker. you didn't like him. you were here to teach him english. because he was dumb. and actually, his eyes weren’t that nice.

he grabbed a soda out of the fridge and you both sat down at the table and began reading through your analysis of ‘to kill a mockingbird’, adamantly pretending not to see him staring at you the whole time.

why? he had had every popular and pretty girl in the whole of chilton, how was he ever so starved of female attention that he would look at you so admirably when you liked to make it clear you despised him? in fact, you enjoyed making a special effort to flip him off, or pull a face at him when he walked by, or kick his chair extra hard in spanish, or... oh shit. you had seen it from an outside point of view now, and it was glaringly obvious; maybe you did like him, just a little bit. shit. rory owed lorelai 10$ and a cheeseburger from luke’s, though you didn’t want to have to admit she was right when she’d said you were like a kindergarten boy pulling a girl’s ponytails because he thought she was pretty.

‘hey tristan,’ you started, breaking the comfortable silence between his questions and suddenly nervous to talk to him. stupid, it was still the exact same boy you’d been complaining about all week, nothing new.

he looked up from your notes. ‘what’s up princess?’

that was definitely new.

‘don’t call me princess’ -he smirked irritatingly- ‘do you need to stay much longer? i mean, is there anything else you want help with?’

‘trying to get rid of me?’

‘no! no. i just thought that you’d only stay and pretend to listen to me for like, half an hour then vanish. it’s 11:30 and you’ve been through my whole binder.’

‘it is? time flies.’

‘tristan.’

‘i do care about my grades, you know. and you’re a good teacher, i might have a chance at an A.’

‘why didn't you show up the last 6 times we planned then?’

he put down his pen- your pen, actually. it had pink sparkles on the lid. ‘got to keep up my street cred.’

‘ha ha. funny,’ you replied as blankly as possible, pulling back a smile you could feel in your stomach. you made eye contact again and, like every other time since you’d sat down and started studying, you held each other’s gaze for longer than necessary. funny how realising you like someone makes you suddenly act like it.

‘i should get going then right,’ he said, picking his jacket from the back of his chair.

you felt weird, almost as if you didn't want him to leave after praying earlier he wouldn't show up. alas, your parents would be home soon and you would be willing to bet money that tristan would have some interesting jokes about your being home alone that would not slide with your dad.

‘yeah. i hope you get that A,’ you said, accidentally smiling as you walked him to the door.

tristan turned to lean on the frame of the now-open door and put on a face of mock surprise. ‘my, my, y/n. was that a kind comment and a smile? you’re spoiling me.’

‘shut up, i hope you fail.’

he smiled back. ‘you really mean that?’

‘i guess not.’

there was yet another beat of heavy silence.

‘see you monday.’

you closed the front door as he walked down the drive, but noticed tristan’s car keys still sat on the kitchen table. a porsche, of course. you picked them up and reopened the door to his fist poised to knock. the two of you laughed awkwardly for a second.

‘i forgot my-’

‘you forgot your-’

another awkward laugh. jesus christ this was uncomfortable. you passed him the keys, and with absolutely no warning at all, your lips were suddenly met with his. they were soft and confident, and his free hand held your face as you tried to process the new situation. you quickly melted into the kiss, letting him take control until he pulled away and smiled that sparkly smile you didn't hate as much as you tried to.

‘didn't see that one coming,’ you said breathily, brushing some loose hairs off of your face.

‘i knew you didn’t hate me.’

‘ever the arrogant twat.’

‘hey, does this mean you’ll stop kicking my chair in spanish?’

‘absolutely not. in fact, i think i’ll kick it harder.’

‘as long as you let me do that again.’

tags: @leossmoonn for inspiring me to start writing again, @account123445 & @lmaoidekanymore6 for asking me to post tristan fics! (couldn’t figure out how to make the tags work but if you read this, you know ✨)

#tristan dugray #tristan gilmore girls #chad michael murray #gilmore girls #gilmore girls fic #gilmore girls fanfiction #can't think of anymore tags so i'll just hope this does ok on its own

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bruhstories · 3 years

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You Truly are Beautiful when You Cry

Summary: Y/N leaves a party only to find Eren in front of her apartment. Shit happens. Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader, mentioned Eren x Mikasa (modern AU) Warnings: language, mentions of loss of virginity, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), masochist!Reader, toxic and dominant Eren, sadist!Eren, face slapping, mentions of blood, mention of toxic relationships, dacryphillia — Eren’s nuts, just fiy Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: I just wanna say, I have absolutely nothing against Mikasa, I like her a lot, but for the purpose of this fic, Y/N hates her. Also, shameless smut y’all. I feel like this needs a part two — who knows, maybe one day.

You and Eren have been friends since childhood — not inseparable, like he was with Mikasa and Armin, but good friends nonetheless. It came as a shock to you when him and Mikasa started dating, almost feeling disgusted, considering they were practically siblings. You tried your best to be supportive of their relationship, but Eren knew you too well for your own good, and sometimes you had to swallow down the vomit when you saw them together. It was even more shocking when you left Connie's party and found Eren on the stairs leading up to your apartment. He had a blank stare, not a single hint of emotion behind his emerald eyes, his lips pursed and waiting for you. You almost didn't recognise him in the dim light, his bun dishevelled, locks of hair covering his face.

"Jaeger? Is that you?" You asked, keys between your fingers, ready to hit.

"In the flesh, Y/L/N." He replied, his voice empty. You two had a habit of calling each other by your last names ever since you met in kindergarten. You lowered your hand and rushed to him, wondering if something happened tonight.

"Are you okay? You disappeared from the party all of a sudden. Armin was worried sick-"

"We broke up." The words caught you off guard, but in a sick twist of events, you were happy to hear that. In a way, you knew their relationship was doomed from the very beginning, surprised that it even lasted three full years.

"Shit." You chewed your lip in the darkness of the hallway. "Come on, let's go inside, you can tell me everything."

Eren looked at the hand you extended and gripped it tightly, helping himself up. The two of you had an odd friendship, to say the least. Before Mikasa, Eren would tease you, sexual innuendos all over the place, he'd seen you naked countless times, you caught him jacking off once. You both lost your virginities to one another, no strings attached. But you did get attached. You got so attached when him and Mikasa started dating and the rotten feeling ate you from the inside out.

You flipped the switch inside your flat and threw your backpack on a chair, along with your jacket. Eren kicked his boots off and threw himself on the couch with a growl while you pulled out a bottle of vodka from the fridge. He always acted like your apartment was his.

"Food?"

"No."

"Alright. Now tell me, what happened?" You asked, seating beside him and passing him the alcoholic beverage. He took a sip to wet his dry throat and threw his head back.

"We went in a room at Connie's. I wanted to tie her up with that stupid scarf she keeps wearing — my scarf — and she kept saying no." Eren explained before taking a few more sips. You nodded, eager to hear the rest of the story and trying your best to contain your giddiness. "I didn't force her or anything. She started spewing shit about how I changed, how I'm always angry and aggressive, how we don’t make love anymore. How I'm not the pure, innocent boy she fell in love with." He practically mocked the sentence. "And then that was it. Said we aren't compatible anymore and that she wants out of this 'toxic' relationship." Eren gestured quotation marks in the air while you took the bottle and downed some vodka yourself.

"Man, I'm really sorry to hear this." You lied. The sound of his dark laughter sent shivers down your spine, the little hair on your arms and the back of your neck standing up. "Something funny, Jaeger?"

"You're such a terrible liar, Y/N." Eren slightly turned his head to look you in the eye. Your own name rolling down his tongue sounded so natural, so perfect. You tried to speak, but the words stopped in your throat when he moved closer, his figure hovering above your petite frame. "What, you think I didn't know?"

"K-know what?" You finally managed, a short-circuit in your brain.

"That you're so obviously in love with me." Eren flashed you a sneer.

"Am not—" slap

His palm met your cheek, hard enough to flush it crimson, but not hard enough to hurt. Mouth agape, you just couldn't respond. For three long years you waited for this man to come to his senses and realise how much you truly loved him, how much you devoted yourself to him, how much you support him. Not Mikasa, you.

"You don't have to hide anymore, Y/N." Eren kissed your forehead and you were putty in his hands. "I know you’ve loved me since we first fucked. I know how much you yearn for me to fuck you again."

"You're delusional!" You finally told him, despite how correct he was.

"Prove me wrong then. Go on, yell at me, shove me. Do it." But you couldn't do it, could you? Your luscious lips parted open, then they closed. "That's what I thought." He crushed his lips onto yours in a sloppy, wet kiss, your hands tangling in his messy hair, the bun long gone. Eren's calloused hands snaked around your waist and under your shirt and, in a moment of clarity, you stopped him.

"W-wait, you two just broke up! I don't want to be your rebound—"

"Who said anything about that?"

"Are you insane? You loved her!"

"Have I?"

The simple question made you realise that Mikasa bight have been right all along. That something was indeed wrong with Eren. The lack of empathy and emotion, the aggressive behaviour, the manipulation. Yet, it didn't bother you, because he came to you specifically. He could've hooked up with any other girl from the party, but he wanted you.

"Don't spoil the moment, Y/N. I might change my mind."

"No, please!" The words came out of your mouth without a warning, strengthening the fact that you were completely and hopelessly desperate.

"Perfect." Eren purred in your ear. That was all he needed to hear before his shirt was on the floor and his hands on your thighs. You tentatively pulled your skirt up, spreading your legs for him, just for him. "Good slut."

The degrading praise earned him a mewl from you, your hips thrusting into his touch, wanting more. Eren didn't waste any more time, and his fingers rubbed your wet folds through the fabric of your thongs. Your muscles instinctively flexed at the touch, your body burning with need and lust. His other hand trailed off to find your perfectly soft, round breasts. Your own hands roamed through his black hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you merely whispered 'more', unable to speak louder.

"Tell me, have you been whoring around these last years?" Eren demanded, fingers pushing your panties to the side. It slightly bothered you how much he talked during this, but, as always, Jaeger got what he wanted.

"N-no..." You told him, quiet as a mouse, but he wouldn't have any of that. Like a maniac, he ripped the lace lingerie off of you, scratching your thighs in the process. You could feel the burning sensation in the markings he left.

"I told you, Y/N, no fucking lies. I wanna know every single man who's touched you."

"W-why? Why does it m-matter?" You stuttered, your eyes searching his. Why did it matter, though? It wasn't like he cared about who you fucked. Unless... unless he did care. And his relationship with Mikasa was nothing but a mistake on his part.

"Because," Eren oh so slowly caressed your folds with his long fingers, "you're mine. Always have been, always will be." He easily slipped his index finger inside of you. "And I won't fuck you unless you tell me who else you slept with."

"Ah– w-with Jean!"

"And?"

"And R-Reiner!" You whimpered, frantically fucking yourself with his hand. You were a sight for sore eyes, sprawled on the couch and longing for his touch.

"And?" The word accentuated so hard that you thought he was about to kill you on the spot.

"Fuck– P-Porco and Ah-Annie! I swear, that's it!" You promised, your breath hitching, heartbeat raising.

"One more thing, Y/N. Did you think of me while you fucked them?"

"Yes! Always! P-please, Eren, please fuck m-me! I'm begging you!"

The little plea seemed to satisfy Jaeger. Or so you thought, because he grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you all the way across the apartment to your bedroom, unbothered and unphased by you screaming how much it hurt. He threw you on the shaggy rug in your room, and as you scrambled to gain your composure, you heard Eren's belt hit the floor.

"You should be an expert in sucking cock by now. Prove me how much you want me." He commanded. His voice was low and dangerous, he didn't have to yell to make you scared shitless. Obediently and afraid, you crawled to the bed on all fours, removed your shirt and palmed his hot, hard member. It was already leaking precum, and so your tongue sensually licked the droplets, the saltiness mixed with the aftertaste of vodka in your mouth sending you in a frenzy. He scared you — no, he terrified you, but you couldn't deny you were enjoying this. Mikasa didn't like it rough? Fuck that, you would let Eren kill you if it pleased him. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock and worked your way down his shaft, guttural sounds coming from his throat. His hand found its way to your head, and he forcefully pushed it down, stuffing your mouth and throat with his (too) thick member. Tears from pleasure and pain pooled at your Y/E/C eyes and he held you there for a good ten seconds before releasing you.

"Did I make you cry?" Eren asked, his voice almost concerned.

"Mhm." You sobbed with a nod, and he once again grabbed you by the hair, pulled you up and bent you over the wooden bedframe. So much for concern.

"Good." Jaeger slapped your ass so hard you screeched and dug your fingernails in the wood. "Remember what I told you first time I saw you cry?" He asked before positioning himself at your entrance. You nodded — how could you forget? You were both 13 and you got a bad grade, crying your eyes out and thinking that was the end of the world. Normal people would have tried to comfort you and tell you to stop crying. But not Eren. He told you he's never seen anything more beautiful. That should've been a red flag. That should've been a sign to run. Instead, you kept crying as he told you he wanted to see more. A sadist from the very beginning, and you — nothing but a slave.

Eren's thrust woke you up from the distant memory and you arched your back in response. He stretched your walls and it felt like his cock was made for you.

"You don't happen to have any rope, do you?" He asked so nonchalantly.

"N-no-"

"'S alright, we'll just use my belt." Jaeger pulled out and a sense of emptiness filled you. He belonged inside of you — you knew that for a fact — he was meant to be with you. Eren cracked the belt and whipped it all over your exposed ass, your pain-filled scream bringing joy to his ears. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel his sadistic smile burning like the sun on your nape. Before you knew it, he had your wrists tied behind your back, the thin wooden frame pushing into your skin.

"Much better." He decided as he thrusted back inside. You whimpered, moaned, groaned, all sorts of sounds came out of you as his fingers dug into your flesh. As much as you wanted, you couldn't move, gravity pulling you down. You didn't know what hurt more: the bedframe sinking deeper into your abdomen, his deeper thrusts or the tight belt around your wrists. It was safe to say your knees were wobbly, and you could feel the climax getting closer. God, you were pathetic. He barely fucked you and yet you were done for.

"E-Eren! I'm c-coming!"

"I know." He told you absentmindedly, his hand moving from your hip in-between your thighs. "I want you to be good and cum, alright?"

"Yes! Oh, fuck!! Harder – faster!" You moaned as Eren rubbed your swollen clit. A wave of pleasure took over your entire body, your legs trembling as you came all over his cock. He didn't stop, despite you begging him you couldn't take it anymore, instead he kept fucking your numbing cunt, longing for release. It hurt like a bitch to feel his thrusts, and you really wanted him to pull out, but at the same time, you had to do it — for him.

"Whoever told you that you get to tell me when to stop?" Eren bent over and grabbed you by the neck, bringing you closer to him. The fingers around tour soft neck would definitely leave a mark next day. "I'm your god, Y/N!" He groaned in your ear with one final thrust. You both sighed as he pulled out, cum leaking from your folds. You were extremely thankful to be on the fucking pill. He untied your wrists and gathered his underwear and jeans from the floor.

When you noticed him getting dressed, anxiety seeped into your veins. Wasn't he going to stay over? At least for the night? Take a shower? Anything!

"You're leaving?" You asked him, surprising yourself with the condescending tone of your voice.

"Yes?" Eren retorted, baffled by the audacity of your question.

"B-but, where are you going??" Now you just sounded desperate. “We can stay in silenc—"

"To get back with Mikasa."

Your heart sank to your stomach. To do what? Mikasa? How could he do this to you? Shit, it would've been better if you were his rebound, but this? This hurt worse. Your entire body shivered, and not from your climax. You were trembling with anger, disappointment.

"N-no, you're not!" You ran to the front door, despite the pain in your abdomen caused by the wooden bedframe. "Eren, plase! She'll never love you like I do! Please don't go, I'm begging you!"

"Don't be pathetic, Y/N." He rolled his eyes. That stupid brain in your head made you fall down your knees in front of a fully dressed Eren, tears rolling down your cheeks and trying everything in your power to stall him from leaving. "You truly are beautiful when you cry." He pushed you with his leg and walked past you. You tried to grab his sleeve, his hand, anything, but it was too late.

When the door closed behind him, he didn't know what he'd created. There, on the floor, you swung your body back and forth, knees to your chin, makeup ruined, matted hair. Your fingernails clawed at the wood underneath you until the nail polish chipped and blood seeped at the tip of your fingers. Eren Jaeger broke you into a million pieces, he ripped your heart out of your chest and ate it. But it’s alright, you told yourself between indiscernible words. The only word that you could coherently say over and over again was revenge.

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frankiekatt · 3 years

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Hiiii can I request maybe how would Bo (House of wax) react on his s/o "cheating" on him? He maybe walks on his s/o while they were trapped by a guy and he was kissing them, but s/o didn't actually kiss back, even tho it looked like they were kissing him back? Hope that this isn't confusing, have fun writing <3

Okay so this is set in high school, I hope you don't mind!

TW: Blood, mentions of murder

Words: 1400

Bo Walking In On His S/O Kissing Someone Else:

You were the one thing in Bo’s life that made him feel human. His mother, who was dying slowly with each passing day, always made him feel as if he was some rabid dog who could never compare to her precious Vincent, who could do no wrong in her eyes. His father, in his own words, viewed and treated him as a monster. His two brothers, however, offered him relief in his life. Vincent was his biological other half. He felt powerful next to his twin brother, a nice change from feeling so small and incapable in front of his parents. Vincent was submissive and hated conflict, which made ordering him around quite easy.

But you - you were his spiritual other half. The only person on earth he would willingly bow down to.

The two of you had met in kindergarten. Bo was loud and outgoing, while you tended to stick to yourself, not making very many friends. The two of you couldn’t have been anymore different, but that didn’t stop the both of you from gravitating towards each other.

Bo thought you were pretty and nice, and you found Bo to be funny and alluring. The two of you became fast friends, playing together during recess, coloring together and sharing snacks during snack-time.

In middle school, the two of you began to develop both physically and mentally. Bo began to see you in a different light - more than just pretty - you were beautiful and kind and when Bo thought about you his chest pounded.

For you, Bo began to grow handsome and charming, making your cheeks glow red at just the thought of him.

Once high school hit and Bo and his two brothers spent time in foster care, the two of you were inseparable. You gave Bo’s life a sense of normalcy in contrast to the death of his parents, his disfigured and troubled twin brother, and life in an uncaring foster system. You were more than happy to stay by Bo’s side, comforting him whenever he needed it. Bo’s happiness was vastly important to you, and you would do anything, sacrifice anything, do help him achieve it.

The two of you began dating in freshman year, only deepening the bond the two of you shared. The two of you were attached at the hip, spending everyday together. Bo was affectionate with you, peppering you in kisses and holding you by the waist every chance he could. To everyone else, he was rough around the edges, snarky, and unfriendly. With you, however, he was unashamed to show his love and adoration for you. He wanted you to feel special, to feel cared for. He was infatuated with you

So when he walked across the parking lot towards your car after school only to find you pressed up against the side of your red Volkswagen bug, locking lips with some blonde footballer, he felt like his world was crashing down around him.

“The fuck?” he shouted.

The two of you sprang apart, both of your faces holding a look of shock. You looked more mortified and dismayed than the boy who had been kissing you. The jock looked more startled than anything.

“Bo,” you began, voice trembling. “This isn’t....I didn’t-”

Bo smashed his fist into the blonde boy before you could finish. The boy fell to the ground with a grunt before wiping the back of his hand across his lips, revealing a severely split lip. Bo then bent down to grip the front of his t-shirt, and punched him again. “Get the hell out of here. Now.”

The blonde boy scrambled his feet, face bloodied and bruised, and rushed off before Bo could land another punch on him.

Bo could hear you whimpering behind him, but he refused to turn around and look at you.

“Bo, it’s not what you think, I swear.”

Bo let out a humorless laugh. “Not what it looks like? So the two of you weren’t making out, you were just playing pattycake, is that it?”

Tears streamed down your face, dripping off your chin to wet the asphalt beneath your feet. “No, Bo please just listen-”

Bo finally whipped around to look at you. “I don’t listen to whores like you. After everything I’ve goddamn done for you, you throw it all away for some dumb jock who couldn’t less of a fuck about you?”

Bo was hurt. It was written all over his face, swimming in his eyes, etched into his facial features. Masking his vulnerability with anger was something Bo always did, but never with you. Seeing him look at you with such contemptment and sadness made you cry harder. It reminded you of all the late nights you and Bo had spent together throughout freshman, sophomore, and junior year, baring your souls to one another as you laid in each other's arms. Bo often worried if he was enough for you, if he deserved you, and had voiced these concerns to you on more than one occasion. Every time without fail, you reassured him that he was the only one for you - that you were soulmates, and you were incapable of loving anyone else but him.

Knowing how betrayed he must feel, you attempted to reach for his hand, hoping he would be quiet for just five seconds so you could explain, but Bo jerked away from you in an instant.

“Don’t fucking touch me. You’re a liar and a slut, and this? Us? It’s goddamn over.” With that, Bo stormed away from you before you had a chance to react.

Bo had just broken up with you over a misunderstanding and your heart felt like it was splitting in half.

Bo spent the rest of the day and most of the evening in the town’s auto shop, trying to cloud his brain by tinkering with cars.

It wasn’t working. Bo’s only thoughts were of you - of your smile, your laugh, the way you hid behind him when you got nervous, the sweet way you told him you loved him. Everything about you made his chest ache. He couldn’t fathom how your pure, unbreakable relationship had ended so suddenly on a random Friday afternoon, because you cheated on him.

You cheated on him.

Why? Why why why why? The two of you had always been immensely close and faithful to each other. You had both talked about marriage, about getting out of Ambrose and starting a family together. Was that all gone now?

“Bo?”

Bo stiffened at the sound of your voice. Why were you here? He had ended things. He had made it clear that he wanted to be left alone, that the very sight of you made his blood boil.

“Go away,” he snapped.

Stepping further into the garage, you grabbed both of his shoulders and forced him to look at you. “Baby, please, please just listen to me. I did not kiss David! I would never do that to you.”

Bo shook you off of him. “I know what I fuckin’ saw. Get the hell out of here, I don’t wanna talk to you.”

“I didn’t kiss him! I swear! He came up to my car and started asking for my number. I told him I was taken, and then he just pushed me against the car and shoved his lips on me!” Your voice was cracking with every other word. “I couldn’t push him off of me. He was holding my arms down so tight he left a bruise. Just look”

Bo looked down to see you lifting up your sleeve to reveal a large purple bruise on your upper arm.

“He did that to you?” Bo snarled.

“Yes! Yes, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Baby, I would never cheat on you, you know that. I’d rather die than betray you like that.”

Bo’s face contorted into fury. Some fucker had forced himself on you, made him think you had betrayed him, made him call you names, made him break up with you.

“I’ll fucking kill him. I’ll slit his fucking throat.” Bo grabbed you and crushed you to his chest, letting out a heavy breath. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for calling you names and for leaving you like that.”

You let out a sigh of relief. You were back in Bo’s arms again, the one place you felt safe and secure.

“It’s okay, it’s okay honey,” you cried. “I’m just happy to be with you. I’m sorry you had to see that. I felt so disgusted with his lips on mine.”

“I meant what I said, you know,” he whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to make him suffer for what he did. I’d burn in hell for you, and I’m going to make sure that cock sucker does too.”

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