#like you’ve got to be kidding me. i told the dog it was a treat and he ate it so fast
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Bro I am straight up never never letting my mother tell me any sort of medical information ever again
#this woman said. we have to put the dog down his kidneys are failing#and fun fact! that doesn’t in fact have to happen! dog has a few more months actually!#she comes up to me this morning and goes I didn’t think to read any of the papers from the vet you should really look over them#and the papers r like#dog has an infection. here r some ways of treating it. this will last a few months#the vet had originally suggested keeping him for like a week but it would be around 5000$#so my mother says oh no too expensive let’s just put him down#didn’t even stop for a single second to consider other options. not to mention she wanted to put him down that day like right then#also she’s so so bad about getting him his medicine. so bad. i just came home from work to find out she didn’t give him his antibiotics#she said oh well I put out some food for him with it but he didn’t want it so I put more food in it#like you’ve got to be kidding me. i told the dog it was a treat and he ate it so fast#but it’s late at night!! he was supposed to get that 6 hours ago!#and now she’s like oh you got him to eat it? well he didn’t get his meds today#and it’s like. that’s what was in the bowl!!!!! I’m going to scream!!!#oh and she sent me a video of him trying to jump up on his chair but he couldn’t do it. she sent me a video with a 💔#instead of I don’t know putting something shorter for him to use as stairs like We Have Done Before And The Dog Knows#i have thoughts on all of this and not a single one is kind#i keep a clear head. and it’s a damn good thing I do bc if she made thoughtless decisions my dog would have been unnecessarily put down#soup talks#edit: she split the meds across 3 plates all with a decent amount of food. for the dog with a very low appetite#again. many thoughts. not a single one kind
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Look what you started
a/n: i love this sm, first time writing something +18 detailed so any suggestions are more than welcomed 🩷
Prt 2.
Warnings: mentions of murder, stabbing, blood, bullying, oral (r! receiving) fingering (r! receiving), dom e!, sub r!, “mama” “princess” “babe/baby”.
and I think that’s all, let me know if there’s something else Ty!
“You took this shit from zero to a hundred, babe”
You’ve gotten into a very privileged arts university. Your dream had always been becoming an artist so you’d do anything necessary to achieve it. You got there with help of a scholarship and even though you weren’t the only one, people couldn’t contain themselves, so they stared to make fun of you for not being as rich at them, how fucking stupid.
But how could you guilt them? they were born rich, grew up rich, didn’t had to fight for anything in life and all of them were ignorants with luck, very good luck. And then there was you and all the other not so privileged students who had to prove they were worth the money. Who had to basically beg to be where they were and who had to conform with being treated like dogs.
And your life was that until you meet Ellie. People talked about her and how cruel she was, yet for you she was just another rich girl at your school.
There were rumors about how she got killed anyone who deared to disrespect her the minimum, or at least that’s what people thought since every time someone didn’t treated her with pure privilege they would loose everything and then disappear.
She was also the best student, excellent grades, loads of awards and recognitions, never had failed an exam in her whole life. And of course people talked about it, because as much as rich kids try to bully the non privileged, they’ll still recognized they’re unable to be smart and try hard, they’re too privileged to even think about it.
So when Ellie first approached to you when you were on the library preparing for an exam you thought your life was over. You thought you had nothing to offer to her so you probably did something that got her mad without realizing. Maybe she got mad because she noticed how you stayed nearby whenever people gossiped about her?. Whatever it was, this was it. You were the perfect target.
“I’ve been looking at you for a while, I like you” you freezed, she looked so serious and confident to be lying, why would she? “Let’s go on a date, if you don’t like me back I’ll leave you alone” you probably looked as freaked out as you felt because a smirk formed on her freckled face “I won’t hurt you I promise, not unless you do something wrong” you didn’t cared if she meant it or not, if this was a threat or a very cheap way to try and convince you. Whatever it was you couldn’t take any risks “it’s fine, I’d like to”.
And that’s how all started, she wasn’t anything like what you were expecting. She was caring and so polite. After the first date you had with her you couldn’t help but fall for her completely. So you kept going on dates until eventually you’ve started to date officially.
People kept on talking shit about you, and it got even worse once you started to date her. Comments about how you were only with her for the money and how you’d dump her once collage was over were the ones that repeated the most.
And Ellie couldn’t take it. She tried her best to not care until you got physically abused by one of those students. It was the first time you feared her, she was mad and screaming at you, you feared she could hurt. And ironically it was that same fear that made you confess yourself in the very beginning.
One week or so after the incident, the girl that had left your body bruised went to you, screaming how a bitch you were for complaining to Ellie. She told you how her parents got fired, how she had got expulsed from collage and how her life was going down, how this was all your fault.
And you knew nothing about her after that day. Until Ellie took you on a date, or so you thought, because where you got to the place you were supposed to have the date you saw her, the girl that had spread rumors about you, the girl that grabbed you by the hair because she was jealous and then proceeded to hit you.
And you were confused, blinded. You knew what this was all about but didn’t want to accept it.
You were in front of the girl, she was on her knees, arms and legs tied up “I’m so sorry, I swear I won’t tell anyone just let me go. You’ll never see me again please” the girl begged, her voice was loud and shaky.
“Girl, you know what you did”
You turned your face to look at Ellie, she was sitting on a chair behind you. You were studying her face, but there was no single thing you could read on her. Her gaze turned straight to your scared eyes “cmon… what’re you scared of mhm?” her voice was the same gentle one that made you fall in love with her yet you were freaked out “go on pretty girl, I know you can do it” she stood up and walked to you, cupping your almost teary face with her cold hands “do it for me yeah?” her lips pressed on yours and then she let go of you.
She leaned you a knife and caressed your shaky hand softly with her thumb, you could feel her eyes looking through you. You just nodded quietly, letting her know you would do it.
“Look what you started”
The girl kept on screaming and begging for you to stop, but the fear, the shock and the rage combined on your body made you blurry her voice. You could her nothing but your heavy breathing and the way your steps sounded on the floor as you got closer.
And just as you blinked you realized the knife in your hand was now buried deep into the girls neck. Blood all over your face, all over your body. You hated blood, even your own, you wanted to throw up. Your hand moved without you realizing it, in and out of the girls body. Blood kept coming out, making a mess of you.
You felt sick, not because of what you did but because of how dirty you were. Just before your thoughts could get all over your mind, a pair of cold hands embraced your body from behind, taking the knife slowly off your hands.
“You did so good baby” her hands move from your hands to your shoulders, the knife was now on her hands. She turned you around softly and hugged you tightly. You could hear her heartbeat as she pressed your head on her chest. “I’m so proud of you, you’re good now, calm down yeah?” You felt her rubbing your back with her hand, up and down on until the euphoria eventually disappeared.
She assured you her dad would take care of it, you trusted her since now you knew it wasn’t the first time this happened. You took a last glance on the girls cold dead body before Ellie escorted you away, back to the car she had drove you on before all happened.
During the drive home you could only stare at her. You felt the dried blood all over you and some hairs sticking on your face. Your mind was so full of thoughts It felt empty. This was the first time you killed someone, how could you pretend everything was fine?
There was a mix of euphoria and insane guilt, seeing them bleed out on the floor infront of you and ellie after you’ve stabbed them was disgusting and just shocking.
“What’s going through your head?”
As ellie drove, she looked over at you a few times with a smug smile, noticing how you were staring back “why are you so quiet? are you worried you’ll get caught?” her right hand moved on top of yours, tangling her fingers with yours. “Mhm?…no” you let out a loud sigh “just…. It’s the blood, I hate it”
“Are you sorry?”
“you’ll get used to it babe” ellie said in a reassuring tone as she looked back out on the road, continuing to drive them back to Ellie’s apartment “its always hard in the beginning, the guilt can make you want to throw up and you dont even realize how much you want to look away when the blood begins to pour”
“There’s nothing else to say”
You just nodded in silence. You were too shocked to do anything else, too tired from your thoughts to speak as you usually did. “I’ll be good, I’ll get over it” you reassured, more for yourself than to calm Ellie.
The rest of the drive back to Ellie’s was quiet. Just some music from the radio that you eventually turned on to try and focus on something else than your sticky body and the smell of blood all over you.
Once you got there she helped you get out of the car, grabbing your hands all the way to her apartment. Everything felt so surreal. Time was slow yet so fast and your body felt like it wasn’t yours. Maybe it was the smell of blood that was overwhelming you.
She lead you to her bathroom and turned the water on for you to shower. Her hands were all over your body as she helped you get undressed “you won’t to it again, I just wanted that bitch to get what she deserved” you felt her lips pressing on your forehead gently and her hands holding yours “it’s okay ellie, I’m fine” your appearance said the total opposite. Tainted cheeks, plump shaky lips that you were biting since you got out of the car, teary empty eyes and a body full of blood. Yet Ellie showed no mercy or empathy towards you, she did loved you, just not enough to feel pity for your looks. She had got what she wanted from you.
Ellie got in the shower first, leading you with her hands holding yours. You felt the hot water running all over your tense body, you could see how it turned red and how the blood on your face started to run all over your body, from your hair to your toes.
She helped you to clean yourself, she was moving your body as she wanted to, yet you didn’t hesitate. Too full of thoughts to even try to.
Her hands full of shampoo giving you a scalp massage, then full of soap removing the blood from your body. Soft kisses here and there as she cleaned you. Her hands all over your body, so tender and gentle. “Hey…. look at me, mhm? c’mon” you stared at her tattoo as she grabbed you by your chin “stop thinking about it, we’re fine, there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll never dare to put you in any danger” your eyes finally connected with hers, and so did your lips. Water running in between your bodies and mouth, tasting a bit like soap.
Ellie slowly ran her fingers down your torso, your hips, and your thighs, as a corky smile appeared in her face “you’re so beautiful” she whispered gently “and you’re all mine”. her lips kept on going lower and lower leaving tiny bites and kisses from your jawline, to your neck, to your clavicle. Her body pressed close against yours as water run in between.
You felt how her lips latched around one of your hardened nipples, sucking on it as one of her hands toyed with the other. A low whimper came out of you now slightly opened mouth as your hands moved at the back of Ellie’s hair, playing with it. She kept on leaving kisses all over your body, a few small bruises on your chest.
Ellie started to slide down on her knees, slowly, dragging her nails along your tender skin. You moved your head along her body, staring at her every move. Your hands cupping Ellie’s face gently, making her look back at you.
She stared back as she let her fingers gently move up and down your body, feeling the smoothness of your skin under the warm water. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you, ever” she spoke softly, pulling your body close to her.
"I love you" you replied on a whisper. Your hands moved closer to Ellie’s lips, moving your thumb on top of her lips, caressing them. Ellie moved her mouth to cover your thumb, kissing it and sucking it slightly. “i love you too princess".
Just as you removed your thumb from her pretty lips you saw how she got her face close to your cunt, leaving small kisses on it as her hands move around your thighs. Her nose pressing on your clit caused shivers all over your body, moving your hands back to Ellie’s hair, pulling her even closer to you.
The mix of the warm water and your skin sticking on her made it so hard for her to breathe but she didn’t mind it, she was to focused on your pleasure and how delicious you taste to even bother.
Her tongue slowly sliding in between your folds as her nose presses on your plump delicate bud. You kept on letting out small whimpers, almost as if you were crying from pleasure, needy for more.
Her hands moved up, from your thighs to your breasts, cupping them and toying with your nipples again. Her tongue moving up and down, side to side and in all posible patterns on your sensitive cunt, teasing you by licking just outside your entrance.
She continued with her motions, until you were shaking and feeling a knot of pleasure forming on your stomach. Just as you’re nearing your orgasm she stops abruptly. Both, her hands and tongue stopped moving.
Before a confused look could form on your face, her right hand slid down your body to your now aching cunt, slowly circling your entrance “you’re doing so good for me baby” her face moved to make eye contact with you once again, smiling at the sight of your desperate face “let me hear you mhm? be loud for me” and you nodded.
Two of her fingers finally plunged in, curling and hitting just the right spot. You did as she asked and started to moan her name loudly “m-mmhm Ellie…. please” your voice came out a bit shaky.
“please what mhm? say it mama, c’mon” her thrusts became more aggressive each second, making it harder for you to speak, to focused on the pleasure “m-more” you managed to beg.
Her face got closer to your clit again, sucking on it as her fingers kept on thrusting on your cunt. The sound of your whimpers made her grown, sending vibrations to your sensitive bud and making you moan nonstop.
“m’gonna cum” you moan dumb, and you can feel how she get more aggressive and fast, until the knot on your stomach finally releases. And as you turn your face down you can see her licking all.
Her fingers kept on moving after you had released, slowing down and finally retiring them out of your cunt, licking them.
She gave you a small kiss on one of your thighs before standing up again. Water running over your bodies “liked your reward?” she said gently, pressing her lips with yours before you could even answer. You could feel her smiling.
“If this is what I’ll get for killing annoying bitches then I’ll do it more frequently” your breathing was still a bit shaky as you spoke, making Ellie chuckle “you’ll get this just for being with me”.
And now it’s your turn to clean her properly, and maybe even reward her back, just for having a soft spot for you.
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Prt.2
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Playin’ Games (Choso x Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]
Pairing: Choso x Self-Insert!Reader (Friends to Lovers & Forbidden Love)
Synopsis: In which your brother's best friend calls from his business trip to play a game of truth or dare over a Skype call, but it quickly turns into something else once your brother heads to bed and naughty pics and strip teasing get involved.
Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; No Curse AU; Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Musician!Choso; Truth or Dare; Alcohol Consumption; Lowkey Flirting; Sending Nudes; Sexual Tension; Strip Tease; Fingering; Clit Stimulation; Facefucking; Blood Play; Feral MDom!Choso; fsub!Reader; Almost Caught; Sneaky Sex; Hold The Moan; Cowgirl; Spit Play; Spanking; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Aftercare
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: Thank you again for @curiouscutie143 for asking me to write this for a commission & continuing to trust me to write about her fucking 2D animated characters lmaoo. I hope you enjoy! -Jazz
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“I dare you to go to the kitchen without using your feet.”
“How in the hell am I supposed to do that?” Choso asks, dumbfounded.
“You’ve got an ass, dontcha?” your brother shoots back from behind his laptop. Choso looks at you and then at your brother, completely done. “What are you, twelve?” he scoffs.
Your brother smirks at the screen while you giggle in the background, busy scrolling on Twitter while you watch this stupid game unfold on Zoom. “Thirteen, actually,” he answers. “Now you finna do it or not?”
Choso sighs, but pushes himself back from his computer desk in his spacious hotel suite and angles the camera to his MacBook Air down so you and your bro can see him. With his back to you, he lowers himself down to the ground and scoots to the kitchenette on his very toned and firm behind like a dog without once ever using his feet.
Your bro laughs wildly at this, slapping his knee. “You look so dumb!” he cackles. You can’t help but giggle too, having watched them play ‘Truth or Dare’ on the app he and Choso are connected on for rounds. Despite being grown-ass adults, they’re still kids at heart.
You can’t help but love their relationship. Despite Choso being larger than life as a musician and the opposite of your brother (stoic and quiet while your bro is wild and a damn near crackhead), he never once treated your bro any differently when he started blowing up. Their decade-old friendship has only grown over time. That includes making calls when Choso is on business trips.
Right now, he is an hour away from where you are for a press conference tour. “It’s for a damn movie cameo,” he sighed when he told you and your bro the news. “It’s only for three days, but trust and believe, I don’t wanna go.” To keep him company, your bro called him in his hotel room and suggested a game to pass the time on a boring Saturday night.
When he gets to the kitchen, Choso gets up and goes into the fridge for some chilled wine. You watch his muscles flex underneath his shirt and his toned ass in his sweats. His black hair is styled in a mullet and hangs slightly in his face, his piercings (one on the eyebrow, the other pierced in his bottom lip) glint at you, and his arms sinewy with muscles and ink always have the girls wet…including you.
He then walks back to his laptop and he sits back down. “Y/N, how do you approve of your brother’s childish behavior?” he sighs as he pops open the wine.
“Because she’s just as childish as me,” your brother chuckles. You smack him on the arm. “Not true, dickhead,” you grumble. “Only because it’s fun watchin’ you do all of these stupid dares…plus I can see that those squats are workin’ for you, Choso.”
Choso gives you an almost bashful smile while your brother gives you a disgusted look. “Ew, Y/N,” he comments. “Stop tryin’ to fuck my friend.” You gape at him, scoffing. “Says the main one who’s been tryin’ to fuck my friends since high school!” you scoff and kick at him. “Slut.”
Choso laughs as your brother tries to hit you back, but knocks his beer over. He swears, jumping off of the couch and under the coffee table to clean it up. “Thank you, Y/N,” Choso says through the screen in that smooth, soft, deep voice you’re so addicted to. “Maybe one day, I’ll invite you to my kickboxing classes, though I think I’d be a better instructor.” You think you imagine it, but you believe you see him wink at you.
“I’m sure you would,” you reply, not meaning it to come off so seductive, but it just does. You see his gorgeous eyes, dark and intoxicating, briefly flit down to your cleavage that has been exposed from under your robe. All you’re wearing underneath it are your sweats and a cami…without a bra. Though it’s your usual sleep attire, Choso’s gaze makes you feel like it’s lingerie.
“Whatcha say, Y/N?” your bro asks. “You made me drop my damn beer!” He shoves you out of the way and you quickly close your robe. “Just about Choso possibly inviting me to a kickboxing class just to show me up.”
Choso raises his hands in mock offense. “Guilty as charged,” he chuckles. “So whose turn is it now?” He jumps right back into the game like he wasn’t just flirting with you and eyeing down his best friend’s sister.
That’s another thing that’s grown over time: your relationship with Choso. You’ve always had a crush on him, but since growing up, that crush has only intensified when you began to see how fine he was. You don’t recall quite when the flirting started, but when it did, neither one of you could stop.
You couldn’t get enough of it: the sly looks at each other over your brother’s shoulder when you go out together or whenever Choso visits; the lowkey, flirtatious compliments you throw at each other; the playful arguments; the small touches on the arm or the back, innocent and comforting but exciting. You feel in your gut that Choso feels the same way you do for him, but you don’t dare bring it up or acknowledge your feelings because of your brother. It would make things too awkward and uncomfortable, you’re sure! So you keep quiet.
You groan, tossing your phone aside once you look at the time: 9:15 PM. “Can y’all stop here for now? Y’all have been playin’ this for over an hour!” Your brother, tipsy, narrows his eyes at you. “Hell no!” he exclaims. “Drunk truth or dare is the best! And you not even playin’, so why are you complainin’ ‘bout it?”
You glare at him and plunk him in the head with your thumb and forefinger. “Because, smartass, I have a meeting tomorrow morning at 8 AM and I need to be up at 7 to get ready.” Choso scowls at the idea of this as he sips his wine. “A work meeting on a Sunday?” he asks. “Where do you work, Y/N? In Hell?”
“Yes,” you joke, earning the sexiest laugh you’ve ever heard from him. “It’s some kind of team meeting my office does every month to check in on everybody and see if we have any issues with the company. It’s fine, just as long as it’s virtual which it always is.”
Choso smiles happily at you, the sight of it almost blinding and tortuous. Why is this man so fine yet so unavailable?! “Congrats again on that promotion! I knew you’d get in eventually. I’m sure it was the pencil skirts instead of your brains.” He smirks teasingly at you. “Oh, yes, definitely,” you giggle. “And the heels.”
That piques Choso’s interest intensely. “Oh, heels, hm?” he thoughtfully hums. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in heels before.”
Your brother rolls his eyes, not at all catching onto what’s happening between you two. “Can y’all stop talkin’ ‘bout shoes and get on with the next game?” he huffs. “It’s my turn!”
Choso’s eyes trail over to you sitting behind your brother, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Actually…Y/N, you sure you don’t wanna play? We can just do truths with you if you’re not comfortable with dares. I’d feel bad to see you just sittin’ there without playing one round.”
“Uh…” You think about it for a moment. It couldn’t hurt, especially since you don’t go to bed until 10 PM. Plus, the look in Choso’s eyes is getting to you…like he wants you to stay. “Sure, why the hell not?” You shrug, earning a joyous smile. “Truth or dare then?” your brother asks.
You look at Choso, who is already looking at you, on the screen. “Truth.” Your bro presses the button on his phone and laughs at the truth prompt written. “Who was your childhood crush?” he reads. “No celebrities or 2D animated characters allowed. Damn, this app is stirrin’ the pot!”
Your eyes widen, panic striking you. How are you supposed to answer that when the man sitting here on call with you is your childhood crush? Not to mention how awkward the truth would make things. “Uh…” You trail off, the silence thickening as the two wait for your response.
You can almost feel Choso’s eyes burning into you. You look away to your bro instead to avoid breaking out into a sweat. “Don’t laugh,” you begin, “but it was my second-grade bully. I thought about kissing him so many times even though he kept pullin’ my braids in class.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember that guy,” your brother responds. “You gave him that anonymous V-Day card you made in art class that one time in third grade, right?” You nod, giggling. “Yeah!” you laugh. “He told me he still had it in eighth grade! By that time, he was sweet.”
“Well, that’s cute,” Choso’s says, sounding odd. You can’t put your finger on why. “I remember I got an anonymous V-Day card in third grade too, but never found out who it was. What a coincidence.” You chew on your bottom lip and your body becomes hot with shame for lying. Choso knows damn well that you a damn lie because you gave that anonymous V-Day card to him all those years ago.
“I-I’m gonna go get a drink,” you weakly say and hurry from the couch to the kitchen. You’re glad to have some privacy and to pour yourself some wine from the fridge. You take three greedy sips, letting it calm your rapidly beating heart. You should’ve never agreed to do this. It’s too awkward. Too tense. Maybe going to bed is a better idea. Maybe–
“Oh, shit!” your overly-dramatic brother yells out. Immediately, you run back into the living room after nearly dropping your glass. “What is it?” you huff. “What happened?” Your bro hands you his phone as he opens his second beer. “Read this dare for Choso!” he guffaws.
You take the phone and read it aloud for Choso to hear: “‘I dare you to take a thirst trap photo and post it on all of your social media accounts.’.” You gape at Choso who looks just as perplexed as you. Why is this game so horny?!
Your bro smirks at Choso on the laptop. “Well, you gon’ do it, Cho?” he cackles. “You’ve gotta do what the app says unless you too pussy.” The black-haired, tatted stud contemplates this as he sips his wine.
“Don’t listen to him, Choso,” you huff, slapping your sibling on the back of the neck. “He’s just bein’ a dick as usual.”
But Choso is already standing up, angling the computer camera up so you can see him. “Nah, I’ll do it. Have you ever known me as someone who backs down from a challenge, Y/N?” He gives you a slight wink that even you almost missed and your mouth goes dry like the Sahara desert when he reaches for his shirt. Before you realize it, you’re watching him lift his shirt over his head and expose his impressive, toned body.
Inked abs. Tatted biceps. Pecs and pierced, pink nipples you want to suck on. Your eyes run greedily down his form as takes his phone and snaps a quick picture, the flash on his phone going off. “There, happy?” he asks. Your brother shakes his head. “Post it or it ain’t happen!” he demands. Choso rolls his eyes but does as he’s told and takes a moment to type some things on his phone.
Minutes later, your and your bro’s phones go off, signaling the arrival of new notifications. Your brother erupts with laughter, throwing his head back. “There it goes!” he laughs. “Damn, Cho, you been workin’ out on your trip?”
You go to IG and sure enough, there it is: the thirst trap that is now making rounds and generating thousands of likes and horny comments below. So many people talking about how they’d let Choso fold them like lawn chairs and use their holes up. You definitely understand and relate, your mind going to crazy places as you stare at his abs and his hair that you want to yank on while he fucks you. “Damn,” you whisper.
“See somethin’ you like, Y/N?” Choso asks, his voice washing you in heat and tingles. You don’t look at him, too afraid that he’ll see you drooling or you may start fucking your brother’s laptop. You have no choice but to keep your thighs clamped shut and your mind straight despite the sips of wine you take as the game rolls on.
At some point, as time goes on, your brother gets tired and drags his drunk ass upstairs, leaving you and Choso alone. You feel like you should hang up the call and go to sleep, but you find yourself staying with your wine glass half empty. “So what are you gonna do now?” Choso asks after a beat of awkward silence. “Go to bed?” At this point, he has put his shirt back on, much to your dismay.
“I’m more interested in talkin’ to you,” you say and then flush at your boldness. Usually, you’re not afraid to shoot your shot first, but to do it to Choso so brazenly makes you feel odd. Or maybe it’s just the wine talking. “I-I mean, it’s been a minute since we’ve seen each other, y’know?”
Choso looks like he’s happy you made the first move regardless. He rests his chin on his knuckles, staring you down from behind the screen. “So what’s this about your childhood crush bein’ your bully?” he asks. You nearly choke as you sip your wine, feeling warmer and bubblier the more you drink. “Damn, you get straight to it.”
Choso flushes, his pale skin turning red. “Sorry, it’s the alcohol. I can stop if you want me to, but it’s kinda buggin’ me, especially since my childhood crush was you for so many years…which I probably wouldn’t have said if it wasn’t for the wine.”
You gape at him, shocked. “Really?” you softly ask. “I…didn’t know that.” He gives you a sheepish smile. “That’s ‘cause I didn’t want anyone to know,” he explains. “But we’re both grown and mature…most of the time, anyway. I think you can handle a little crush from when we were kids, right?”
You go quiet, letting this information wash over you. Despite the flirting you would do behind your brother’s back, it hits different when you now know that without an inch of uncertainty, he’s felt the same way about you that you have always felt about him. “Y/N?” he asks, his soothing voice pulling you back to reality. He’s looking at you with those burning, passionate eyes. “Was that V-Day card I got from you?” Whether it’s the wine or his magnetic pull, you answer him: “Yeah,” you confess.
“So that story of your bully was bullshit,” he chuckles.
“Yeah,” you repeat because what else is there to say? Choso takes a sip of his wine, still staring you down from behind his laptop. “Whatcha wanna do, Y/N?” he asks.
It’s a simple question, but the way he says it–so deep and seductive–makes something come alive inside of you. It makes your stomach flutter and your nipples harden beneath your top. He has put the ball completely in your court to either continue this little game or call it quits. You choose the latter. “I’ve got an hour before my bedtime,” you say, keeping your voice leveled. “How about another game?”
Choso looks worried. “Don’t you have that meeting tomorrow?” he asks. “I wouldn’t want you to miss out on your rest.” You laugh, pouring yourself some more wine…which probably isn’t the best idea. “I once didn’t go to bed until 3 AM because I was binge-watching Korean dramas,” you giggle. “I think I can handle some rounds.”
As soon as you say it, you realize how it sounds. Choso smirks to himself, tapping his finger against his desk. “Oh, can you?” he purrs. “We’ll see. Truth or dare, then?” You choose carefully, weighing your options. “Dare,” you decide.
“I dare you to send me a pic of you in your favorite pumps,” he says without missing a beat. “If you’re comfortable with that. It can be an old pic or a new one. I ain’t picky.” He gives you a warm smile that’s supposed to be unnerving, but it only makes you feel more nervous. You weren’t expecting that dare, but then again, you opened the door to this. “O-Okay,” you stutter.
You proceed to scroll through your phone for the sexiest selfie you can find. You find one of you at a Christmas cocktail party for work in a dress that had heads turning and heels that made you feel like a straight vixen. Without a second thought, you send it over to Choso. There is a ding from his phone and, for a moment, only silence. “Did you get it?” you nervously ask.
Choso is staring at his phone, not moving an inch. “Yeah, I got it,” he answers, his voice light and breathy. “Damn, Y/N, how the fuck are you single?” His question makes butterflies flutter rapidly in your stomach.
You then get a ding from your phone and look down to see the thirst trap photo in your messages. “Oh, you sent me your thirst trap privately, huh?” you chuckle, not looking up, so you don’t see Choso taking another very risque photo of himself. “I feel so special.”
“I sent you somethin’ else too.” The way he says it is like sex to you. Sure enough, a second attachment comes in. You open it and nearly choke on your wine: Choso leaning back against his computer desk, a hand resting on the outline of his very big, very hard, and very obvious bulge beneath his pants. Your lips part in shock, your eyes widening as big as saucers.
“Too much?” he asks, worried that he went too far. As if learning how to function again, you shake your head. “No,” you exhale. “It’s just…big.” You wonder how it’d feel in your hands…or in your mouth…or in another throbbing hole that is bothering you between your thighs. “So I’ve been told,” he sniggers. “I’m guessing it’s up to your liking, then?”
You don’t know why that turns you on–the idea that he’s so interested in whether or not he turns you on–but you find yourself scrolling through your camera roll again and picking one of your faves: a mirror photo of you laid out on your bed on your stomach, your ass tooted up in the air in a thong while the rest of you is naked, your juicy breasts squished against the mattress under you. “Maybe this will tell you so,” you purr and hit send. “I had this saved in my camera ‘cause I looked so hot in it.”
Ding! Choso looks down at his phone and the way he bites his lip makes you drip. “And that you do,” he exhales. “And I’ll ask you again: how the fuck are you single? Shit, princess.”
You bite your own lip, struggling to control yourself. “You’re makin’ me blush,” you giggle. “You know, it looks much better in person.” You pause, scolding yourself and the wine for making you so damn bold.
Choso’s eyes light up with interest. “Oh, yeah?” he asks, practically tossing his phone aside. “I think I should be the judge of that.” He leans into the camera, making your heart pound. “Take that off,” he demands, nodding at your robe. “It’s just me, Y/N.”
Yes, just him. Just your brother’s best friend. Just the man you’ve known since childhood and have been crushing on for years. But something in his eyes makes you realize that you can trust him with anything. So you rise from the couch and slowly slip off your rope in front of the camera. Choso watches, drinking in every move you make. You then turn around and slip off your pants, revealing your panties swallowed by your magnificent ass to him. “Is this okay?” you softly ask.
You turn back to face him and he looks damn pained as he stares at your behind. “Fuck,” he gasps. “It’s more than okay. I’m so tempted to jump in my car and pull up right now.” You scoff with laughter, but at the look in his eyes, you can tell he’s dead-ass.
“Wait, you would?” you gasp. “But…it’s the middle of the night and we’re an hour away!” His eyes flick up to meet yours, firm and not up for the bullshit. “If it’s something you want too, I’d drive to you if you were a week away,” he softly growls, conviction in his words. “I can come over tonight, Y/N, but it’s only if you want me to.”
You gape at him, silenced. You can’t believe this is happening! This is beyond your wildest, wettest dreams! And yet your mind drifts to your brother. If you do this, will it change things? Wouldn’t he hear you? Would he find out? You’d feel so guilty if things were to change between him and Choso because of you. And yet…
“I…I want you to,” you decide. “I really do, but what about my brother?” He shakes his head, chuckling to himself. “If he’s wasted, he can sleep through a tornado. Nothing has to happen if you’re nervous about that, but I’d like to see you.”
And those words, sweet and considerate yet honest, are what make you fold. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. Get here in sixty.” Choso nearly knocks over the table as he shoots up from his desk. “Thirty ‘cause I’ll be doing sixty,” he growls. “Don’t move from that spot.” He blows you a kiss and ends the call, leaving you feeling drunk despite not having sipped that much wine.
Already tipsy and feeling the alcohol’s effects on your body (tingly nipples; brief dizziness; horny thoughts), you switch it out with some water and sip on that while you clean up the living room. You busy yourself wiping down the kitchen countertops, straightening up the couch cushions, and cleaning up your slob of a brother’s beer cans. By the time you finish, thirty minutes have passed and anticipation hits you like a truck.
Where is he? He hasn’t called you yet. What if he’s in traffic? What if something happened? What if he changed his mind? What if–
A ding from your phone makes you jump and you race to answer it, seeing a text message waiting for you:
Chosi: Hey, I’m outside
*read at 11:12 PM*
You roughly swallow and close your robe before walking to answer the door. Choso is standing behind it when you open it, dressed in a jacket and jeans that fill him out so well. You both smile at each other, happy to see one another despite the circumstances.
“Uh, c-come in,” you stammer. He thanks you and walks inside, the scent of his cologne making your kitty purr wildly. You shut the door and shuffle behind him as he strips off his jacket. “You want somethin’ to drink?” ” you ask, nervously wringing your hands.
Choso looks back at you as he hangs up his jacket on the coat rack near the door, his arms talking to you. He turns toward you fully, giving you a good look at how tight his top is on his body. “Do you want me to have somethin’ to drink?” he questions.
You bite your lip, the silence mixed with the sexual tension too much. “No,” you breathe. He then saunters up to you, stopping when your nose is nearly brushing his chest. “I’m gonna ask you again if you want this, Y/N,” he whispers. “We can stop here and I can leave.” You look up into his eyes–those firm, beautiful eyes–and trail your hands up his chest. “No, don’t,” you plea. “Don’t leave.”
His hands softly caress your sides, moving across your waist. “Tell me what you want,” he murmurs into your ear, his minty breath fanning across your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut, his seductive ways finally getting to you. “I want you,” you answer through a dry mouth. “I want this.”
That’s all he needs to hear. His lips are on yours immediately and you nearly melt. His kiss is sweet and soft yet passionate, making you feel like you’re in a Disney movie when the princess finally kisses her prince. His hands move down to your ass, squeezing it, emitting a moan from you. Pulling away, he moves down to your neck and peppers it in kisses, coaxing you to tilt your head back for more.
“You have no fuckin’ right to be this hot,” he growls against your neck. “Makin’ me feel this fuckin’ crazy.”
He pushes against you, insisting that you feel his hard-on in his jeans. “Choso, please,” you mewl. “I need you.” You grip his shirt, imploring him to understand how goddamn horny you are. He pulls away and smirks down at you, chortling. “So impatient. Did those pictures rile you up?” He doesn’t need an answer. Instead, he sits down on the couch with his leg spread, staring up at you in hunger. “Get naked for me.”
Like a puppet on a string, you do as he says and slowly take off your rope. Then it’s your top and bottoms. Then the undies. The more you take off, the harder Choso gets, forming a more obvious bulge in his pants as he stares you down. When you’re finally done and standing naked in front of him, he sits back against the cushions and pats his lap.
You feel somewhat weird about it since Choso is so much smaller than you in terms of size, but the man welcomes all of your rolls, curves, and softness when you sit down in his lap naked while he remains clothed. “Your pictures do not do you any justice, babe,” he murmurs before leaning in to kiss, suck, and lap at your nipples. You moan, your hands tangling in his mullet. “So sexy,” he whispers against your nipples. “I’ve wanted to do this for so, so long.”
His fingers toy with your plushy thighs and ass, squeezing the flesh to his liking. “Me too,” you moan. He chuckles against your nipple, nibbling at it with his teeth. “Yeah? You’ve dreamed of me touchin’ you like this?” His hand is suddenly probing your thighs open to toy with your pussy, his fingers gently rubbing your clit.
You gasp, not being able to control your body. You find yourself sitting fully on his lap, your back to his front, with your legs wide open while he toys with your sobbing, wet cunt. You drip all over his jeans the more he rubs you, creating more and more wetness that floods over your pussy lips. “F-Fuck, Choso!” you whine, the pleasure just too much.
“Hush, baby,” he chuckles. “I appreciate you bein’ so responsive, but your brother is right upstairs. You wouldn’t want him to come down to find my fingers stuffed in that pussy, would you?” You’re confused, feeling his fingers still on your clit. “B-But you don’t–”
Your voice is cut off by a moan when he suddenly sticks one finger inside of you, using his palm to rub your needy, throbbing clit as he finger fucks you. “That’s better,” he laughs into your ear. “Oooh, that pussy is so tight for me. Have you been wantin’ me to this to you, baby?” He curls his finger up against your G-spot and you swear you almost cum. “Tell me,” he demands.
“Yes!” you sob. “Yes, Chosi, I wanted this so bad!” Feral, Choso moans into your ear as he feels you squeeze and squelch around his digit. “You’re too fuckin’ cute,” he says, his voice strained and rough. “I wanna see the face you make when you cum. Can you take another finger for me, babe?”
You nod and your pussy flutters around his magical finger, only getting worse when he inserts another one to fuck you silly. You cover your mouth as moans and whimpers escape you, loving how full you feel. You can only imagine how full you’d feel with his cock finally inside of you. The image brings you closer to the edge and Choso can feel it.
“Cum for me, baby, c’mon,” he coos. “Cum on your brother’s best friend’s fingers like a good little girl.” You have to bite your lip to keep from crying out when you explode all over his digits.
Your moans and cries are muffled by your mouth as you cum all over Choso’s fingers, coating him in your cream. He hums appreciatively and kisses your cheek, slowly stroking your walls as you come down from your high. He finally slips his fingers out of you and puts them up to your lips soaked in your cum. “Taste yourself.” You do so, opening your mouth and letting him insert his digits into your mouth where you swirl your tongue around them and suck on your juices.
“Shit,” Choso groans, grinding himself up into you. You gasp, feeling his hardened cock pushing against you. “I can feel that you liked that,” you giggle. He hums in agreement, gripping your hips as he continues to roll himself into you. “Can I…see it?” you carefully ask, teeming with excitement.
He coaxes you to get up off of his lap and face him. “You’ll have to take it out then,” he murmurs, giving you a stare as hot as molten lava in the dimly lit living room. “Take what you want, Y/N.”
With a fire burning inside of you, you take off his pants and boxers while he strips off his shirt, tossing it aside somewhere. When his hard, pulsing cock finally pops up, you have never been more happy to finally see a dick. He’s absolutely beautiful with smooth skin and a toned stomach leading down to that gorgeous cock.
You settle onto your knees, ready to give him head to last him into next winter. “Your knees okay?” he worriedly asks. Before you can answer, he pulls you up and sits you down on the couch. “Here, switch with me. I want you comfortable.” You flush at his sweetness, never having received such care. “Such a gentleman,” you softly laugh.
Choso gives you a sheepish smile. “I try. Now where were we?” he stands over you, appearing like an Adonis statue with tattoos and a thick cock in your face.
You stand up on your knees on the couch, your greedy hands stroking up and down his body. “Your pictures don’t do you justice either,” you purr, running your palms down his toned, well-defined abs. “How you’re single is a mystery to the world, Sho.” You wrap a hand around him, beginning to stroke his cock up and down, up and down.
Choso bites his lip, looking like he’s been waiting for this moment to finally come. “I didn’t want nobody else,” he softly moans. “I’ve always wanted you.” Overjoyed and completely horny, you give his cockhead a peck and then a kitten lick. “Tell me more,” you beg before you envelop him in your mouth. You immediately go to work, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head as you pump him in and out of your mouth.
“Fuck,” he sighs, tossing his head back. “I-I’ve always wanted you, but–oh, God, babe, yes–I never said anything in fear of ruinin’ things with your brother.” You pop off of his cock, spit connecting his head to your lower lip. “Well, he doesn’t have to know,” you whisper. “We can take things slow.” He raises a brow at you. “This is takin’ things slow?” he chuckles.
You giggle, still pumping his cock with your hand. “After this,” you laugh. “I want you too bad to stop.” You lower your mouth on him again, swallowing him whole.
“I guess a date is on the table for us then,” he groans. “Especially when you look that good on your knees.” He watches you continue to swallow his dick whole, flicking your pink tongue along the head and swirling along the throbbing vein trailing from his head to his heavy balls that you fondle.
“Look up at me,” he demands. “Keep lookin’ at me while I fuck pretty face.” You do so and open your throat, allowing him to fuck your face. He grabs the back of your head as he does so, nailing his hips into your face again and again, his balls slapping your chin. He tosses his head back, overwhelmed by the feeling of your magical mouth sucking him dry.
It doesn’t take him long to go faster, gripping your hair to allow him to pump his cock down your throat like it’s his personal toy. You feel your pussy throb at the sound of his soft moans and the gagging coming from your own mouth, wanting desperately for him to cum. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You ‘bout to make me cum! I-I’m gonna–”
“Choso?” your brother suddenly calls. Choso freezes and you tear yourself away from him, your stomach flipping in absolute fear. From the steps, you see the hallway light flicker on and your brother’s shadow against the wall. ‘Shit,’ you think. You try to scramble away to hide, but Choso stops you, putting a finger to his lips. “Just keep quiet,” he whispers. “And keep suckin’.”
His dark eyes flash with mischief and lust as his heavy cock bobs in your face. Tentatively, you place your lips around him again and proceed to suck on him. “Yeah, bro?” he calls, keeping his voice impressively normal. “Yeah, it’s me.” His hand once again finds your head, gently pushing you down farther to muffle the sounds of your wet, lewd sucks.
“When the fuck did you get here?” your brother asks. “Why you here?” Choso bites his lip at the sensations you’re giving him, loving how your plump lips look wrapped around his dick. “Uh…just decided to visit ‘cause I was bored in that hotel,” he lies. “Y/N let me in before she went to bed. She let me sleep on the couch after I promised to make you guys pancakes tomorrow morning.”
His hand reaches over to give your ass a quick spank, making you jump, mostly at the possibility of your brother hearing it. He doesn’t. “That’s cool with me,” he replies, sounding excited about the promise of food. “Lemme see you real quick though. I feel like it’s been ages since we–”
“No, no, don’t!” Choso panics, gripping the back of your head to keep you still. “I look real bad, man, and I wouldn’t wanna break your sleep routine. Just go back to bed! I’ll see you in the morning when we both don’t look like shit.” He and you share a wide-eyed look, both scared shitless but also not wanting to stop.
“Alright,” your brother decides. “But I want my pancakes!” You sigh in relief, feeling Choso do the same. “Alright, man, fine. Just go to bed.” You look up the stairs and see the hallway light flicker off. You stop sucking, listening intently to your brother’s footsteps as he shuffles back into his bedroom. Finally, the bedroom door closes and you hear silence. Choso pauses, waiting with bated breath.
You pop him out of your mouth and sit up, spit dribbling from your lips and your hair a mess. “He’s asleep,” you tell him. “I know: he gets real quiet when he’s asleep.” He looks beyond relieved by that, but still appears worried. “Do you wanna keep going?” he asks, wiping some spit from your lower lip. His touch burns your skin.
Your pussy throbs insistently, pushing you to give her what she needs. “Yes,” you whisper. “We just have to keep quiet.” Choso smiles, bringing you close to him. “I know a thing about quiet cumming,” he chuckles. “I don’t wanna do it down your throat though. I need you fuck you, baby…if you want that too.”
You nearly cum right there. “Yes,” you softly moan as he begins to kiss your neck. “Yes, Choso, baby, I want that.” You’ve wanted that for so, so long! So many nights of dreaming about him in your bed have finally led to this. He pulls away, giving you a look dripping with molten lust. “Get on top then,” he whispers. “I wanna see you bounce on my cock.”
You don’t need to be told twice. He lies back on the couch and keeps comfortable before patting his muscular thighs for you. Softly giggling, you get on top and straddle him before wrapping a hand around his cock and slowly guiding him toward your pussy lips. You glide his head against your slit for a moment, teasing him and earning some luscious whimpers. “Please, baby, don’t tease me,” he begs. “Just put it in.”
You shiver, loving the sound of his pathetic begging. You’re half inclined to keep going just to hear him plea and beg for your pussy, but you’re too horny to do so. So instead, you slowly slip him between your wet, slippery folds. You gasp and brace your hands against his chest, feeling him stretch you. He pauses, searching your face for any sign of pain or discomfort. “I’m okay,” you whisper, giving him a wobbly smile.
He takes your hips, holding them securely. “You take the reins then,” he says. “Ride me, baby. I’m yours, so take it like you need it.” And so you do. With his big hands gripping your hips, you begin to rock and grind against his cock while your fingers rub your clit. The sensations are indescribable. You can’t help but moan and sob at the pleasure though you have to keep each sound hushed.
Choso is losing it below you, overwhelmed by the sight of your perfect titties and stomach jiggling with every move you make. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers, his voice strained from the sheer pleasure. “You feel so fuckin’ good on top of me. Does it feel good for you too?”
Vigorously, you nod, biting your lip so hard that you nearly draw blood. “Yes!” you whimper. “You’re so good, Choso! You feel amazing inside me!” The proud smile that stretches across Choso’s face is almost comical, loving that it’s his cock making you feel this good. For so long, he’s wondered how you’d feel and look fucking him. And now that he finally has it, he’s going to make it last.
He sits up and holds you flush against him, your titties squishing against his chest and his cock sinking deeper into you. Your jaw goes slack and you have to cover your mouth to keep from wailing out in pleasure. “Keep it down, baby doll,” he chuckles in your ear. “You wouldn’t want your bro to come downstairs and see you gettin’ that pussy filled by his buddy, would you?”
You don’t answer, too busy riding him like a stolen car and rubbing your clit against his pelvis. He fucks you back, moaning and whimpering into your ear while his cock drives into you again and again, hitting a spot inside of you that turns you into an animal. You grip his shoulders and back, digging your nails into him. Your nails dig into his back so hard that they puncture his skin and leave long, jagged, angry red lines up and down his back muscles.
If Choso is in any pain, he pretends like he isn’t. Instead, he just keeps fucking you, grinding his hips into yours in one passionate, pleasurable, sweaty dance that quickly sends you over the edge.
“Choso,” you whine. “I’m gonna cum! I-I can’t…” Your voice dies, too lost in the blinding ecstasy. “Bite me,” he demands. His dark eyes stare into yours, begging you. “C’mon, baby, it’s okay. I fuckin’ want it.”
Though alarmed, the pleasure begins to reach its peak, especially when Choso tells you to lean back and begins to rub your clit in small, fast circles. “Cum for me, Y/N,” he whispers. “Do it. Give it to me.” To muffle your moans, you do as he says and bite his shoulder, sinking your teeth into the skin so hard that you break skin.
Choso grunts at the pain, but you also feel him throb and grow harder inside you. Could it be possible that he likes that freaky shit? You have no time to wonder as your orgasm washes over you, making you buck and writhe in his arms. He holds you against him, giving you something to grab onto as the mindblowing orgasm finally fades. “Better?” he chuckles.
You blink at him, your vision adjusting, and finally see the bloody bite mark on his shoulder. “No!” you gasp. “Look at your skin! I’m so–”
“Don’t.” Choso shakes his head, firm and dead serious. “I love that shit. Seein’ you like that was so fuckin’ hot.” Once again, you feel his cock throb inside you and shudder. So he is a freak!
“I can feel that,” you purr. “You’ll need help with that, won’t you?”
Choso looks so happy that you even volunteered. “Turn around,” he demands, his voice low and intoxicating. With a soft moan, you slip off of him and twist around so your ass is in his face. He gives you another spank before dipping down to lightly run his teeth against the soft, fleshy globes and nibble on them. Ass bites. How did he know you love ass bites?!
His ministrations get your pussy throbbing again, especially when he holds his cock up for you to settle down on. “Sit on it,” he whispers and you do, both of you gasping as his cock sinks into your pussy that is even wetter from your second orgasm. “I’m gonna cum you till I cum, okay?” he breathlessly asks. “Can you handle that?”
“Yes, sir,” you whimper, the last word slipping out. That makes Choso go completely feral. He doesn’t talk for a while as he fucks you stupid from the back, but he doesn’t have to. The way he grips your shit and nails his hips into your backside makes your pussy talk to him, your walls squeezing and gushing around his thick cock. You have to bite a cushion to keep from wailing like a banshee at the way he’s fucking you from behind, the soft clapping of your ass against his thighs making you crazy.
He then tugs you toward him so your back is to his front as he continues to fuck you. His lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking harshly at your tender skin. You weakly moan at the feeling, wincing slightly when his teeth bite into your skin a little too hard. You feel a wetness that Choso quickly licks away, peppering you with kisses.
“You’re so perfect,” he groans, his breath tinged with the metallic scent of your blood. “So fuckin’ mine. I wanna cum in this pussy so bad.”
You can feel it. And you want it. “Do it,” you plea. “Please, Choso, cum in me! I’m so close!” Your hand begins to rub your swollen clit once more, desperate to cum with him.
Luckily, it doesn’t take too long and Choso warns you when it happens. He grips you tight to him and ruts into you like an animal, whining as he does. “Gonna cum!” he pants. “Gonna fuckin’ cum in you! Take it all!”
His cum erupts inside of you like a warm river flooding your insides. He muffles his moans by pressing his face into your neck, gripping your body tight to him as if he is afraid you’ll disappear. You cum right after him, triggered by his slutty sounds, and dig your face into the cushion as you moan and sob. Your pussy flutters and squelches around him as you cream around his cock, creating a ring around the base that marks him as yours. Yours. Finally.
Once your orgasms fade, you share a chaste, exhausted kiss and he gently slips out of you, causing all of his cum to drip down your thighs. Quickly, he grabs a few tissues from the kitchen and cleans you up before tossing them in the trash. Once finished, he lies on his side with you facing him, both of you taking up the couch. “Wow,” he pants, his toned body still soaked in sweat.
You slowly nod, the gravity of what you just did sinking in. “Yeah,” you chuckle. “You’ll have to visit more often on business trips.” He chuckles at your little joke, but his smile quickly fades. “So…you’re okay with this?” he carefully asks. “With us?” He looks down at you, worry in his soulful eyes.
You weigh your options for a moment, understanding what is at stake here…but the feeling of his heart pounding against your fingertips sways you to the side of temptation and what could possibly be. “I am if you are,” you murmur, too embarrassed to look up at him. “I mean, of course, we can go slow if you want. I know we just did that, but we were also tipsy and–”
“Stop,” he interrupts, pressing a finger to your lips. You look up into his eyes and feel like you’re falling. “I want whatever you want, Y/N, and if you’re okay with us being together despite your brother, then I’m down for it. I’ve been wanting this for so long.” And to hear that makes you realize that you’ve made the right choice. With a happy giggle, you lean up to kiss him before cuddling him tight. “I want that too,” you whisper, snuggling into his chest.
You feel warm, kept, and safe. As he snuggles in close to you, you smile as you drift off to sleep and continue smiling as the night goes on. You stay like that, the two of you, until the morning comes and Choso leaves you to sleep while he gets dressed and goes to the kitchen to whip up the pancakes he promised your brother the night before.
You awaken on the couch, naked with the sun pouring through the blinds. Immediately, you remember: your meeting! You look at the clock, sighing in relief when you find that it’s only 6 AM. You have time. You won’t be fired!
You hear Choso in the kitchen whisking pancake batter and sizzling eggs in a pan. The scent of breakfast cooking coaxes you off of the couch and you grab your rope before slowly walking upstairs. The ache of your body and the muscles that you haven’t used in a minute makes you smile to yourself, loving that this ache is from something other than the gym.
You’re glad you decided to cover yourself up when you run into your brother standing in the bathroom brushing his teeth in his sweats. “Hey, you,” you greet him. “You’re up early? You got a girl comin’ over or somethin’?”
He smirks at you, his mouth coated in foam. “Nah, Choso promised me pancakes.” His eyes flick up and down your form. “Why are you up early?” You tap your wrist where an imaginary watch sits. “Meeting, remember? So hurry up with that so I can brush my teeth.” You turn to walk into your bedroom, needing some deodorant and fresh clothes.
“And cover them hickeys,” your brother adds. You immediately stop, frozen.
“As happy as I am that you finally bit the bullet and got together with Choso after pinin’ after him for so long, I’m sure your boss would ask questions.” You turn and look at him, finding him smiling knowingly at you from the bathroom.
“Breakfast is ready!” Choso calls. “Come down if you wanna eat!”
Your brother laughs at you as he shuts the bathroom door, leaving you standing there in a deer in headlights. Well…at least he isn’t mad.
THE END.
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I hope you know you've given me puppy hybrid Bakugou brain rot, so you get another ask as a repercussion u3u
Whats the scenario or head canon of why we had to start putting a muzzle on hybrid Bakugou when going out? Did he bite, start a fight, did something out of spite? (Yes, that was a purposeful rhyme)
Gimme the tea 🫖
Blue? Wolf? Angel? 01? However you wish to be referred to, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BIG SMART BRAIN MWA MWA. Also this got long hehehe
Warnings: bratty kid, animalistic Bakugou, wounds, reader passes out
I imagine Katsuki would have to start wearing the muzzle as soon as he left the shelter. In my AU, he was in a fighting ring (original, I know), so he still snaps when he gets frightened or angry. He doesn’t mean to, not in the slightest. But when you have to fight to the death for scraps, or a ratty blanket to keep you warm in a cramped and filthy dog cage, it becomes a nasty habit.
You try to keep it off him as much as possible unless you’re going out. It was a very long process to get him to relax even slightly with you, which was honestly a feat in of itself.
You listen to his body language. He comes to you when he has a problem. If he tenses when you’re petting him, you retract your hand and wait for the signal for you to continue, if any. You leave his food alone, because it’s his. You allow him to nap, knowing the poor creature needs some proper sleep.
It’s easier in the privacy of your own home, in a comforting environment that Bakugou can explore a million times over and never find anything new. In public though, when the screaming child demands to touch his sensitive tail, or when the shih tzu hybrid is sniffing him, it can be so overwhelming for the pup.
“Are you all ready to go, sweet thing?” You smile at your new puppy boy.
Katsuki growled lowly, his collar and leash loose on his neck. The muzzle was wrapped around his lower face, protecting himself from a future lawsuit. He tugged at the metal bars irritatedly. You sigh in empathy.
“I know, sweetpea. I’m afraid that until the padded muzzle comes, it has to be the one provided by the shelter. On the bright side, you can come outside for a walk! It’s a lovely day outside and you can meet the neighbours!” You explain happily.
Katsuki chuffs and rolls his eyes, walking ahead and pulling you on the leash as you squeak in surprise.
“See, I told you it was nice! How’s your collar feeling, honey?” You ask him gently, not wanting to overwhelm him. Katsuki’s pupils were blown with all sorts of new smells and sounds.
He never knew what squirrels sounded like. They scurried in the trees a lot more delicately than the rats in the compound. The screams of children were from fun as their parents chased and played with them. The new pups in the compound were snatched from their mother and sold or… Katsuki shook his head. He didn’t want to think about that place any more.
It was all so bewildering for him, but he seemed to be enjoying it as he threw you a nod.
“Aw I’m so glad!” You laugh softly. You stop near the local convenience store, the thought of a cold ice cream tickling your fancy. You call out to Katsuki to stop as he obeys.
“Do you fancy an ice cream? It’s such a hot day today, and you’ve taken everything in so wonderfully,” you ask him.
Katsuki cocked his head, not knowing what “ice cream” was. He had sometimes heard his old handlers talk about it, but he’d never been able to try any. You felt a pang of guilt at the realisation that he’d never had the sweet treat.
“Let’s go and get you one. I’m sure you’ll like it,” you promise him softly, allowing him to walk in first. He jumped slightly at the little ding-dong of the door, growling at it as you explained what it was.
Despite his grumbling and the occasional bark, he was behaving himself remarkably.
The ice cream freezer was thankfully stocked full to the brim, with flavours of nearly every description.
“Ah, here they are! I hope they have some that’s hybrid friendly. Katsuki, why don’t you come take a look and see what you want to try,” you encourage him. Katsuki froze a little. You were… giving HIM the choice? Was this some sort of trap? Your soft smile made him feel slightly at ease.
Plus, you would never hit him in a store, right?
He takes a look at the flavours in the freezer, entranced by the huge red strawberries and slabs of chocolate. He was about to grab an ice lolly with a motif of a raspberry when a shriek pierces his ears.
His hands slap to his head, covering the fluffy things as he snaps his head at the source. He lets out an automatic growl as his teeth curl back. A small child, not much older than 6 is staring back at him with a delighted look. In his sticky hand held a melting ice lolly.
“Doggy!” He shrieks excitedly, jumping up and down. A woman, whom you presume is his mother, is taking a phone call further down the aisle.
Katsuki pressed further into you when the kid tries touching him with sticky fingers. You immediately stand in front of him, trying to calm the puppy boy down and deal with the kid.
“Hi there sweetie, I’m sorry but Katsuki doesn’t like being touched,” you try to explain carefully, getting on the child’s level. You’re taken aback when the little monster’s face goes red and he lets out an ear-piercing scream that has Katsuki starting to hyperventilate a bit.
“NO! WANT TO PET THE DOGGY! MAMAAAA!” The kid wails, the woman walking to her son. She looks you up and down as she holds her son by the shoulders.
“What seems to be the problem here?” She sneers. You make sure Katsuki has space to cool down as you try to explain.
“Your son here is trying to pet my hybrid, but that is not something that he is comfortable at all with, so I’m trying to explain-” you were cut off by the woman.
“So? The beast is muzzled and leashed, why can’t my angel pet him?” She gave you a dirty look, as if she could look past your puppyboy who looked like he would rather be anywhere else.
“Katsuki is really not comfortable with that. It’s his first time out of the house in a long time and-” you were once again cut off by the woman’s snooty laughter.
“Well if he’s such a ‘rabid beast’ then he shouldn’t be out of the house,” she snarls viciously. You didn’t even notice the kid sneaking behind you until Katsuki lets out a vicious growl, and the sound of 2 screams fill the air.
Katsuki waited for the paramedics to bandage you up as they took you to hospital. They found you bleeding in Katsuki’s arms, his claw marks identical to the ones in your chest.
Turns out the little bastard had snuck behind you and yanked on Katsuki’s leash. Being already wound up and anxious, the sharp leash tug threw him into a frenzy as he instinctively went to claw the threat. You pushed the kid off in time, taking the blow instead.
Katsuki could only stare at you as cotton filled his mouth. His mouth twitched as he started trembling. He had … hurt you…
Your shriek of pain could never leave his head, him not even registering that he had made you bleed until the metallic smell hit his nose. The kid started wailing after being shoved on the floor, the mother picking him up and running away.
You look at him, then at the blood and you try to smile. You swallow, the shock of the pain making it difficult to see.
“D-don’t worry K’s’ki! I do- I don’ blame you,” you start to slur out, the shock and blood loss making you woozy. You slump against your pup, breathing shallow and light. Katsuki whined anxiously, looking for help.
A witness in the same aisle came forward slowly, aware of Katsuki’s hyperventilating and anxious state. He clutched you close to him, sitting on the ground as he trembled and nosed your face. Blood was everywhere, staining everything.
The customer slowly made his way to Katsuki, clicking her tongue softly to get his attention. Katsuki looked wild as he snarled savagely, pulling you tighter. She held her hands up slowly, demonstrating she wasn’t a threat.
“I’m going to call for help. I need to make sure that your owner is okay. I’m going to be super duper careful to make sure I don’t hurt them any more. You can still hold them, I just need to make sure their pulse is still there. Is that okay?” She spoke slowly and calmly, getting emergency services on her phone.
Katsuki snarled, but the claws digging into you relaxed slightly. The customer let a small smile out as she checked your pulse and referred everything back to the emergency services. She was slow and methodical, careful not to move too quickly and scare the trembling pup.
“There we go, all done. I saw everything you know,” she said quietly, kneeling near the two of you. Katsuki whined quietly, chuffing your hair.
“You were scared, and that monster of a boy didn’t listen. There are cameras everywhere, so I’m certain nothing will happen,” she said firmly.
Her hand slowly lifted up, paying close attention to his body language. Her hand slowly found refuge in his hair, slowly petting his ears. Katsuki could feel his heartbeat slow down, just for a moment, before it spiked again at the sound of the siren of the ambulance.
The paramedics filtered through with animal control, surprised to see a muzzled hybrid already collared and leashed holding on to the patient. The lead paramedic slowly approached you, the uniform and sterile smell making Katsuki snarl loudly and pinning you back to him. His eyes were like pin pricks as he held you tight.
“Heyyy, there you go buddy. Is that your owner there?” The paramedic questioned him quietly, bringing the cart to carry you beside her. Katsuki snarled as they got closer.
“I know, I know. It must be scary being in this situation. The lady on the phone told me what happened. You didn’t mean it, did you?” the paramedic prayed her words were getting through to him.
It seemed her prayers were answered when his grip lets loose slightly.
“You were frightened, weren’t you? The kid yanked on your leash? That must have hurt,” she murmured to him, getting more on his level. She was making slow progress to you, getting anxious when she sees the amount of blood lost.
“But now your owner is hurting. Can we take them to get all fixed up? You can ride with us in the ambulance,” she promised, holding her hand out. Katsuki growled, but with a small whine, relinquished his grasp on you.
The paramedic smiled at him, slowly picking you up as she dashed you to the cart, strapping you in as she rushed you to the ambulance outside. Katsuki whined and followed you, desperate to keep your pained face in his vision.
He rode with you the entire way to the hospital, whining when he couldn’t see past the curtain of the emergency room.
The next few hours were hell. He sat next to the curtained room, jumping up when the nurse talks to him.
“You’re very lucky. The wounds were relatively deep, but it was the shock that made them pass out. We stitched up the wound, so now we’re going to monitor your owner in a different room. Would you like to come with?” He asked. Katsuki nodded frantically.
He couldn’t help the whimper when he saw your bed being wheeled out, the bandages reaching a good way across your chest. You were docked into your new room. All Katsuki could do was wait for you to wake up.
Katsuki was a mess. He couldn’t stop whimpering to himself, scared shitless. You were the only person to ever treat him with such kindness, to talk to him like a person and not a dog. You were kind, and gentle, and-
Probably gonna hand him back to the shelter. He knew what that meant though, considering this was his ‘saving grace’. He wouldn’t get any more chances. He tried to toughen himself up, beating his leg in rage as he prepares himself for your rage.
The rage, however, never came. Katsuki must have fallen asleep, since he was awoken by the gentle call of his name. His head snapped up, mixed emotions when he sees your confused orbs.
“What… happened?” You slurred out, sleep still overtaking your system. Your eyes snapped open at the recollection of events.
“Oh god! Are you alright?!” You gasp. Katsuki looked at you dumbfounded. His body trembled. Even when he had hurt you… made you pass out… you still wouldn’t say a bad word against him. Your eyes softened as tears breached his waterline, making his beautiful lashes clump together.
“No no no no, sweet thing! What’s wrong?!” You coo at him, sitting up. He looks pointedly at your chest. You let out an “oh”.
“Katsuki, this wasn’t your fault. That little boy wouldn’t leave you alone, completely ignoring that I said to leave you alone. He still did, despite you being clearly upset and went to yank on your leash! I couldn’t have them take you away from me, so I chose to take the blow instead,” you said firmly, placing a gentle hand on his clenched fist.
“I would do it a million times over for you,” you murmured to him, softly wiping his tears. He flinched slightly, before shakily nuzzling his hand into your palm.
“You’re my good boy, my sweet Katsuki,” you preen, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. His chest rumbles as he slowly ambles into your bed. He makes eye contact with you, something within him trying to force himself to stop. Your warm eyes don’t however, simply shifting along to make room.
He cuddles into you, careful of your wound as he licks your neck gently.
“M-miiiine,” he tried, the word new as it rolled on his tongue. Your head snapped to him, amazed at his first word. Your eyes watered as you pressed a kiss to his head.
“That’s right, puppy. You’re mine.”
@archer-fb had to expand the first word babe 🤭
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Don't make me call your sister
Hobie Brown x younger!sister!reader
Request: Hello! Could I possibly request a hobie x younger sister!reader? (Maybe the same age as miles) meeting his friends for the first time
Warnings: Use of the A word lol?
Story type: headcannons
A/N: im slowly making my way through the requests, but please request more lol
Masterlist | REQUESTS OPEN
When the group of spider people first met you they all loved you
You were similar to Hobie but still your own person
“I’m sorry you all have to work with him,” You had teased
“Y/N, I’m sorry you had to grow up with him,” Pav apologized
Gwen and you bonded over Hobie’s disorganization and messiness
“I didn’t know bringing you around them meant getting attacked,” Hobie rolled his eyes
You guys all bonded over your favorite Hobie stories
Hobie tried to get back at you by telling embarrassing childhood stories of you, but it wasn’t the same
“He really cut your hair just because you didn’t remind him to take his dog out?” Miles laughed
“Yes, and he was literally 16.” You informed and Hobie groaned
He wasn’t embarrassed, he doesn’t ever get embarrassed, just annoyed
“Don’t cross me,” he shrugged
You told them that even though your brother is Spiderman doesn’t mean you can’t be a crime fighting badass
You took a bunch of martial art and acrobatics to be able to fight like him
If you dared flirt or crush on any spider people? Pavitr would NEVER let you live it down
Hobie’s, and now your, friends are constantly shipping you with people
Whenever they are done with missions they invite you to hangout with them or they come to you
You train yourself to stitch up wounds so you can help patch them up
Everyone likes you, you just have this energy that’s so likable
If you ever go to the headquarters? You and Hobie steal so much junk
You could probably make like 10 suits with all the stuff you’ve stolen
You would climb onto Hobie’s shoulders to get things high up
Then you’d fall and yell at Hobie
“You could’ve held on tighter!! And also, you could’ve crawled and got it!” You would shout
Change of subject but you would show Pavitr, Gwen, Miles, and anyone else who wanted to see pictures of Hobie as a kid and baby
There is a picture of him holding you as a toddler (him not even a teen yet), holding you by your ankles and you’re face is red, screaming and his with a grin
“What cute picture” he smiled
“I almost died!”
“What a cool way to die!”
People use you as blackmail fsss
“Stop or I’ll call Y/N.” “If you do it I’ll tell Y/N.” “Don’t make me call your sister.”
Everyone tries to convince you and Hobie to have a fight because you’re always arguing about who is a better fighter
“I’d whoop your ass” you told him
“You’d never even lay a finger on me.” He’d said
Overall, everyone likes you and wants you around and treats you like part of the team
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Sorry bout the ask on main ignore it! (Pixie)
But had an idea about Dwayne and Paul sharing an S/O and how differently the two treat and go about doing things with their S/O.
Like maybe how Dwayne prefers to stay cuddled up and read a book with them while Paul likes to go bike racing with them like an adrenaline type deal?
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You mean my literal dream???? Yes of course I can write this for you friend!!!
Dwayne x GN Reader x Paul
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You ran your hand along the French literature before standing on your tip toes and plucking a book from the top of the tallest shelf.
You weaved through the many shelves in the store looking for your book worm boyfriend. After what felt like hours you found him sitting on the floor, book in hand, in the Russian lit section.
“What’s that, a cinderblock?” You said looking at the enormous novel in his hand. He flashed you the cover, War and Peace.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” you groaned, “that’s your recommendation for me???”
He wrinkled his nose, “what? It’s a great book,” he said defensively. “You’ll love prince Andrei, he’s um…what’s that thing you always say?”
“I’ll desire him carnally?” You asked.
He rolled his eyes, “yeah,”
You raised your eyebrows, “you have my attention,” you told him as you reached for the book.
He grabbed your hand instead and pulled you down gently for a kiss, “do you desire me carnally?” He asked as he pulled away.
You smirked, “you know the answer to that question.”
He smiled back, “yeah, but I like hearing you say it,” he told you winking.
“Shut up,” you said, giggling, “do you want the one I picked for you?”
“Yes please,” he said standing to his feet and handing you the book. You pretended to crumble at the weight of it. He shook his head and smiled
“You’re real cute ya know that?” He asked.
You smiled and shrugged, “yeah I know,” you told him. You handed him the novel you’d picked.
“The Stranger,” he read, “haven’t read this one before.”
“It’s incredible,” you told him, “a total wild ride from start to finish. You’ll love it.”
“Looks interesting,” he said, reading the synopsis on the back, “and short,” he observed.
“Yeah you’re welcome,” you told him pointedly.
“You got like ten more of these I can read while you get through yours?” He asked while slinging an arm around your shoulders.
“Ha ha,” you said humorlessly.
He chuckled and checked his watch.
“hmm,” he hummed, “we gotta check out and go. I know someone who’s probably dying to get his hands on you right about now.” He told you.
“Yeah literally,” you snorted, “can’t keep him waiting or he’ll be pouting all night.”
“Yikes,” Dwayne said, “let’s hurry.”
One hand held your book, the other held Dwayne’s as the two of you walked along the boardwalk. You sighed happily as you took in the sights around you.
Though your peaceful state was shattered abruptly when you were picked up and spun around out of nowhere.
“Sugar!” Paul exclaimed, a huge smile stretched across his face, “been missing you all night!” He told you as he pulled you against his chest and nuzzled your cheek with his.
You laughed and wrapped your arms around him, returning his embrace, “I missed you too Paulie,” you told him, handing your book to Dwayne.
“Not as much as I missed you babe, trust me.” He said as he kept you wrapped in his arms, “David is sooo boring, I thought I was gonna lose my mind,” he whispered into your ear.
“Get this,” he told you, “he’s been following this one brunette guy around the boardwalk like a lost puppy dog. Me and Marko have been gettin’ second hand embarrassment all night long!”
“Marko and I,” you corrected.
“No babe you’ve been with Dwayne all night,” he said giving you a look, “you’re so silly,” he said.
You cocked your head to the side and smiled at him. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
He gasped and his hand shot up to touch his cheek as a dopey grin spread across his face. “I’ll never wash this cheek again,” he told you dreamily.
“Please do,” you said.
“Ok babe I will, but only if you give me a new kiss every time this one fades away, deal?” He bargained.
“Deal,” you said reaching out your hand to shake his.
He laughed, “yeah hello my name’s Paul,” he told you, “apparently we’ve never met before,” he said rolling his eyes as he grabbed your hand. He threw it over his shoulder before putting his other hand on your back and pulling you in for a steamy kiss.
“You’re just gonna go full tongue in the middle of the boardwalk,” Dwayne asked.
“Oops forgot you were there,” Paul said sheepishly.
Dwayne shot him a look.
“Don’t be jealous handsome,” Paul said before pecking Dwayne’s lips.
“What, no tongue for him?” You asked jokingly.
Dwayne snorted and Paul shot you a wide smile, “later babe, for you and him both,” he said winking.
Dwayne hummed, “better not keep them out too late then,” he murmured as he ran his hand down your arm until he was holding your hand.
You blushed as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.
Paul rolled his eyes.
“Will you make the tea I like first? When we get back to the cave?” You asked him
“Of course,” he assured you smiling, “I’ll have it ready for you when you get back.”
Paul cleared his throat.
“Whose jealous now?” You teased.
“Yeah, yeah,” he pouted.
“Want me to make you a cup of tea too?” Dwayne asked him.
“Yeah right,” Paul said, “I wanna come home to a bourbon on the rocks,”
You and Dwayne both shot him confused looks.
Paul sighed, “ok fine, I want hot chocolate” he mumbled.
“With marshmallows?” Dwayne asked.
“Obviously,” Paul said, “what am I an animal?”
Dwayne rolled his eyes, “ok great, I’ll make sure to have those for you when you both get home.”
“Thank you baby,” you said, smiling.
He flashed you one of his own, “of course,” he replied leaning down to kiss your cheek.
“Be good,” he told you, before kissing Paul’s cheek.
“No promises,” Paul said smiling sinisterly.
You laughed, “we’ll try.”
Dwayne chuckled and waved as he walked over to Marko and David who were both revving their engines.
Paul watched as Dwayne peeled off with the other boys, before turning back to you.
“Ready?” He asked.
You inhaled deeply, “as I’ll ever be,” you told him.
He smiled pulling you towards his bike and handing you a helmet “then let’s ride,” he said, grinning devilishly.
White knuckled, you gripped Paul’s abdomen, holding on as tightly as you could. He whooped and hollered as he sped down the beach on his bike, kicking up sand as he rode.
“Be careful!” You said, your voice shaking as you bounced on the back of the bike.
“Don’t worry babe I gotcha, I’d never let you fall sugar.” He reassured you, “feel free to hold on tighter if you scared though! I won’t mind if you squeeze a little,” he said looking over his shoulder to wink at you.
“Watch the road! Watch the road!” You said frantically.
“What road?” He laughed, “there’s nothing but sand for miles baby, don’t worry.”
You nuzzled your cheek into his back as you readjusted your grip around his waist. As much as it made you nervous sometimes, riding with Paul was always one of the highlights of your night.
You squealed and laughed as he took a sharp left into the forest, taking you home to the cave. Adrenaline tingled through your entire body as he made the familiar jump over the fallen tree blocking your route. You smiled as you held onto him tightly, knowing he liked to show off for you, but he’d never let you fall.
Paul parked his bike and dismounted before picking you up in his arms.
“Hey!” You said laughing, “I can walk by myself you know.”
“I know babe,” he told you, “but I love holding you! What’s the point of vampire strength if you can’t use it?? ‘s like holding a feather.” He said as he peppered sloppy kisses all over your face.
You both shimmied down into the cave where Dwayne was waiting for you with a mug in each hand. Paul raced over to where he was on the couch and took one, sitting down next to him and kissing his cheek.
You sat down in Dwayne’s lap as he handed you the other mug and slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close.
Paul gently repositioned your legs so they were laying across his lap, “Have fun?” Dwayne asked.
“Mhm,” you hummed as you laid your head against his chest, “Paul’s the fastest boy I know,”
“Not when it matters,” Paul said winking.
You laughed as Dwayne rolled his eyes.
You listened as Paul recounted the details of your joyride to Dwayne (with lots of added embellishment of course), by the end of his story your drinks were long finished and your mugs discarded.
“So,” you said, “what do you guys wanna do now?”
Both boys turned and shot you matching smirks.
“That’s what I thought,” you said laughing as Dwayne carried you to your nest, with Paul following closely behind.
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What is the most trouble you’ve ever been in?
when i was twelve, i spent one of my father's allotted weekends with him. he was paying for food and i was able to see the keychain on his keys.
for some fucking reason. for some unknowably insane and extremely stupid goddamn reason. he had a keychain of his debit card. it was just a tiny little version of his actual debit card with the numbers on it. i dont know why the credit card company thought this was a good idea.
anyway i saw my dad's mini card on his keychain and in the span of the 90 seconds it took for him to pay for my Egg Platter kids meal, i memorized the number.
i frequented inuyashaworld.com and at the time they had debuted 'game bots' which were stolen fanart on little bots that could 'learn' from you.
they were $5. i wanted a little sesshoumaru bot. i did not have $5. what i DID have was my dad's card number. in my brain. from six hours ago. i put in his info, and back then all you needed was the name and the card number.
my dad had slow as fuck internet so the page didn't load immediately. i clicked the 'submit' button like 3 to 5 times. it charged my dad 3-5 times. he had roughly 2 dollars in his account. he went negative and was charged an insufficient funds fee of $50. every time. this happened multiple times, until the page finally loaded and i stopped clicking.
when i was caught (almost immediately because his bank called to tell him he was negative by $300) i was told that i had to tell my mom what i did, and he would call her that night to make sure i did.
i was grounded from all computers for 2 months including going to the library, and i was no longer allowed to use the computer at my dads place at all, and i was only able to sneak using the gamecube at night in the dining room while everyone was asleep. my dad's girlfriend had already been treating me like a nuisance and now that i was a full on criminal i was a complete burden to her. i had to sleep on the tile floor in the kitchen because she told my dad i might steal from her house if i was allowed to sleep in a room on a bed. and he agreed with that. my pillow was a throw pillow from the couch and my blanket was the dogs blanket from the couch.
i had to keep the door open when i showered (which was "fine" because the glass was frosted) and when i went to the bathroom, i was timed. and i wasn't allowed to use the bathroom more than once an hour, even if i had been drinking a lot of water. one time i nearly peed myself, got in trouble for breaking the one hour rule, and got a new one hour rule stating i wasn't allowed to have more than one glass of water in an hour. even if it was spilled or otherwise compromised, as her shitheel grandkids often did by sprinkling dog hair and dirt into my cup.
on christmas eve that year i was forced to go to sleep (on the couch--luxury) at 9pm "with the kids", and forced to wake up at 6am. despite the hour, i was not allowed to open my present, singular, until i showered. which was only after the adults showered. then until everyone showered. then because one of the grandkids threw a tantrum it became until after lunch. then until everyone else opened theirs. my gift was a fluffy robe and a pair of socks, in this ugly ashy brown color. the reciept was in the box. it was purchased on december 22nd.
i tried dealing with it for another year before i just couldn't anymore and refused to go to my dads a few months after i turned 13. he didn't even question it, he just immediately accepted it.
the crime was stealing five dollars from my dad at age 12.
the punishment was no longer having a dad.
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Elody did not know fear.
This was intentional: it was not an emotion a princess should be exposed to, or so she was told. “You do not need to understand your subjects to rule them,” one of her advisors said; she was young, so they treated advice as education. “In fact, you’ll make better decisions if you don’t.”
“That’s not fair,” Elody said, because she was young.
Her advisor smiled, and Elody learned a smile was not always an expression to trust. “Just be glad you’re on the right side of it, kid.”
“I believe you mean ‘your highness.’” She’d never corrected someone on that before.
“Now you’ve got it.”
She did not have her parents, but that did not create fear. She only understood that the worst thing that could happen, could happen. She did not know there were worse things.
Until Gerard.
“I do not wish to frighten you, Princess,” he said early on, before he told a story of dogs who made all of his friends dinner.
“Then how can I understand?” she asked.
“Do you have to?”
“You’re my friend, so…yes. Yes, I think I do. And you should call me Elody.”
“Very well, Elody.”
He told stories of teeth, and screams, and people who could help pretending they couldn’t see or hear—that was the worst part.
So, she checked on Gerard every day, and snuck him into the castle as often as she could. She chased predators, animal and human alike, away from him and the various Fred’s. She saw, she heard, and she was afraid.
Years later, Gerard had forgotten fear. Elody believed it was intentional, and she did not fault him for it, but she could not love him for it. She left the castle to help others like him who were not offered the same privilege.
She heard of the raid on the castle from a new advisor; she’d long fired the ones from her youth.
“And Gerard?” she asked. “Is he safe?”
“…We’re not sure. No one’s seen him, but no one’s seen a body either.” Her advisor paused. “I’m sorry, Elody.”
War didn’t scare Elody, and neither did death—she understood its inevitably. She was better suited to a battlefield than a castle.
But she was afraid again.
#d20#dimension 20#neverafter#when nothing in the ep rewires your brain#you go back to the gerard elody well#prince gerard of greenleigh#princess elody of greenleigh#d20 fic#drabbles#dropout tv
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so i went to the ladies races day with the work girls yesterday, and while they were in the bathroom i started talking to this woman whose name i have completely forgotten cause honestly i’m still drunk now
now with ladies race days most of the women are dressed up to the absolute nines and this woman was serving absolute cunt, absolutely goregous which is probably how i started this conversation with her in the first place. she was really nice and we started chatting, she introduced me to her boyfriend (who i immedieatly told ‘you best treat her right you’re a lucky man’ lmao) anyway then the conversation has steered to ‘what do you do on a normal day when we’re not all dressed like we’re attending the yorkshire equivelent of the met gala’, and she said to me
‘you will never guess what i do for a living’
now, i’m not typically a serious person. i like to joke and laugh, and most of the time when someone says to me ‘you’ll never guess what happened’ i say things like; you’ve bought a farm and are going to adopt a bunch of dogs a la 101 dalmations, etc. but sometimes i take that question very seriously (like one time in third year of uni a friend of a friend at a party, who was a foreign student, said ‘you’ll never guess which country i’m from’ because literally nobody had ever guessed it in three years, and everyone said ‘nah she’ll never get it its impossible’ and after much consideration i said ‘vietnam’ bang on the money and got so many fucking free drinks that night good times)
so yesterday, i’m hammered already from the three bottles of presecco we drank in the hour long taxi ride to get here, so i’m very much in the ‘no filter’ stage, and not feeling particularly serious. i think the best answer to give right now is ‘scientist’ cause, hey, wouldn’t it be cool if there was a fucking particle physicist or some shit at the damn ladies race day.
but the bset part!!! SHE FUCKING WAS A SCIENTIST
not a particle physist, she works with chemical toxins or something BUT OH MY FUCKING GOD HER FACE IT UP and it made me SO FUCKING HAPPY CAUSE HOW MANY TIMES ALREADY HAVE PEOPLE BEEN SHOCKED THAT THIS GORGEOUS WOMAN IS A GOD FUCKING DAMN SCIENTIST, AND IS PROBABLY SMARTER THAN YOU?!?!
and not only that, but I was the one who said it! SHE WAS SO HAPPY THAT SOMEONE LOOKED AT HER AND THOUGHT ‘yeah she’s definitely a scientist’ !!!!!!!!!!idk it was just this genuine moment of human connection and even though i may never see her again, she is my bestie and i hope that she and her boyfriend and their three year old kid have a good happy life <3
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hey! can you do an imagine of gracie abrams x fem!reader? in which the reader is like obsessed with weenie and is always with him and gracie gets jealous bc reader is not giving her enough attention and the reader just thinks is very cute and starts teasing her about it. hope u have a good day! 💗
Weenie Obsession
(Gracie Abrams x Reader)
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"Weenie! Hi!" Y/n exclaims when she walks into her girlfriend's apartment, running up to the dog.
"What about me?" Gracie asks as she glares at her dog.
"Be patient, I saw you yesterday. I haven't seen Weenie in like, a week" Y/n replies, continuing to shower the dog with affection.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were with me because of my dog" Gracie says, glaring at the dog.
"Don't be silly, I didn't even know you had Weenie when we got together. Now he's just a bonus" Y/n says, walking to the couch as sitting next to her girlfriend as the dog lays on her lap.
"Yeah, well, he's not sleeping with us tonight. He can stay with Audrey" Gracie grumbles, hearing her best friend gasp in excitement from her room.
"What? No! How am I meant to sleep without Weens?" Y/n exclaims, pressing a kiss to the dog's head.
"Uh, with me?"
"Mm, that's not as good" Y/n jokes with a smile causing her girlfriend to let out an offended gasp.
"Alright, you sleep with Weenie and I'll just take Audrey's room" Gracie replies.
"No! I'm kidding. I need you" Y/n leans into her girlfriend, moving the dog off her lap so the brunette can wrap her into her arms.
"So you don't love Weenie more than me?" Gracie asks, pressing a kiss against her girlfriend's head.
"Mm, you might be tied" Y/n giggles, feeling Gracie softly rub her back.
"That's the nicest compliment you've ever given me" Gracie replies, leaning down to pet the dog.
"He wants to come back up" Y/n starts to move from her girlfriend's arm to make room for the dog only for the girl to pull her back down.
"He can go without you for a few minutes. Come closer" Gracie says, pulling the girls head closer to connect their lips. Y/n opens her mouth to allow her girlfriend entrance only for Weenie to jump on her back when she does.
"Ow! Fuck!" Gracie exclaims sitting up to put her dog on the ground.
"Babe no! He just wants to hang out with us" Y/n stops her girlfriend, putting the dog on her lap.
"I might have to sell him at this point" Gracie jokes as she stares at the scene in front of her.
"I would honestly never come here again. It would feel so empty" Y/n replies as she glares at her girlfriend.
"I'm just kidding. I would never do that to you, Weens" Gracie says as she gives her dog a kiss on the head.
"Gracie? I kinda need you know more than ever" Y/n says, finally putting the dog down annoyed that he ruined their moments. Gracie sees the girl rubbing her thighs together before smirking and taking her hand, guiding her to her room.
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Gracie wakes the next morning to an empty bed.
“Hey, where’s Y/n?” She asks Audrey when she walks into the kitchen, getting a cup of coffee.
“She’s walking Weenie. She was gonna leave you a note but she saw I was up so she just told me instead” Audrey replies as she turns back to the TV.
“Seriously? It’s 8 in the morning” Gracie sighs, sitting next to her best friend.
“She said she doesn’t get to spend as much time with him anymore because of work”
“She spends plenty of time with him” Gracie says just as the front door opens.
“Hey! You’re back” Gracie says when she sees her girlfriend, walking towards her to give her a kiss.
“C’mon, let’s watch a movie” Gracie says, pulling the girls hand.
“Hang on, I told Weenie I’d give him a treat” Y/n replies, walking towards the kitchen.
“I don’t think he deserves one right now” Gracie says as she glares at her dog.
“Don’t be silly. He always deserves one” Y/n says, giving the dog a treat.
“Gracie’s just jealous ‘cause you’ve been giving Weenie too much attention” Audrey says, taking her breakfast and walking to her room, leaving the two girls alone.
“I’m not jealous” Gracie says, arms crossed over her chest.
“Aww! You’re so cute! Don’t worry, I don’t love Weenie more than you. He’s cute, but no one’s as cute as you” Y/n replies, walking up to the brunette and wrapping her arms around her neck, playing with the hair on the back of her neck.
“I’m not jealous. I just don’t think we see each other enough” Gracie says, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend’s waist.
“Well, my land lord wants to know if I’m renewing my lease. What if I say no?”
“Well, then you won’t have anywhere to live and that would-“ Gracie replies only to be cut off by her girlfriend.
“Gracie” Y/n raises her eyebrow.
“Oh! You wanna move in? I would love that!” Gracie replies with a wide grin.
“Me and Weenie are gonna need our own room though. We might have to kick Audrey out. You’re gonna have to share” Y/n teases.
“Haha. You’re so funny” Gracie says sarcastically, watching the girl lean down to pet the dog.
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Hi💜💜💜
Firstly I just wanted to say that I loved your writing, it's very good and I loved the story you wrote about the human father and the monster son, I would like part 2 of this story if it wasn't too much trouble (of course only if you want to do it)
What’s this, a part 2?
Yeah, it’s a part two.
Joey and Tim back at it again.
Warnings (Let me know if I need to add any): Mention of force-feeding, mention of bondage, mention of “Joey”!Reader’s horns are filed down, mention of “Joey”!Reader getting muzzled, infantilization(?)
It’s been a few months since you were adopted by Tim, and the first few weeks with him were rough, to say the least. Any chance you got, you’d either bite, headbutt, and scratch him, or you’d make a break for it. This led to him having to file your horns down after one of them nicked his cheek and putting a muzzle on you after you bit him so hard he had to get stitches. Tim wasn’t happy about it at all.
He wasn’t happy about having to force-feed you, either. He didn’t know why you wouldn’t eat the meals he made you. Tim made sure to include everything since he didn’t know what your species ate. Meats, seafood, dairy, grains, greens, fruits…you either wouldn’t eat it or would find a way to cough it up. Tim had to settle on making you drink smoothies and protein shakes.
“I hate doing this to you. You’re not an animal, sweetness. Stop making me treat you like one.” He’d say, rubbing your head gently as he tried to help you fall asleep. It would’ve been nice had your arms and legs not been tied together with rope. “Anyone else would treat you like one, but I don’t. I know you’re sentient enough. You’re not a dog. Just work with me, okay?”
“I’m doing so much for you, you have no idea. Can you even fully understand me? Probably not. I wonder what that’s like- well, I kind of can. It’s been a while though.”
Begrudgingly, you did. You stopped lashing out and let him feed you food that wasn’t put through the blender. You pay attention when he reads you stories and shows you those silly things on his “phone.” Tim called them “educational videos,” leaving out the fact that they were targeted at pre-schoolers and elementary school kids. You fight the urge to run whenever he has you trace the cursive prints in the writing workbooks he bought.
Tim is especially understanding whenever you voice your hatred for math with hisses and growls during the middle of a problem. It was easy at first- adding, subtracting, multiplying, dividing…and then fractions and decimals came in. Once you got the hang of reading and writing, Tim enrolled you in online classes. “Remember to put on those contacts I got you,” He’ll say at least ten minutes before your first class starts.
Unlucky for you, Tim works from home as a translator, so that means no escape attempts during the day. He changed up the lock to your bedroom so it locks from the outside and nailed your window shut. “I’m really sorry sweetness, I don’t trust you entirely just yet.” Tim had explained. “It’s fair, right? You don’t completely trust me, and I don’t completely trust you to not run away.”
Today’s different. Much to his surprise, you’ve curled up into his side, watching as he translates a book into French. Tim’s surprise melts into pure joy. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer as he works.
“What’d you learn today?” Tim asks, gaze shifting back to his laptop screen. “How genes work,” You reply simply. “It made me wonder who my sire is. I take after them more.”
Tim hums in reply. “You’re a funky little guy, I’ll give you that.” He says, gently scratching your head, fingers running through your…mane? Hair? He doesn’t know what to call it. “Does your species have a name?” Tim asks, sounding genuinely curious. You shake your head.
“My parent never told me much about my “species.” We just are, I guess. That and to stay away from others because they’ll try to kill me.” You say.
“Like bears?” Tim assumes. You can only shrug. “Probably. How do bears behave?” He shuts his laptop. “Alrighty, documentary time,” Tim says, getting up to put his laptop away.
“What about your job?” You ask, sitting up on the couch. “No need to worry. I’m almost done and I could use a break, anyway.” He answers dismissively, plugging the device in to charge on the counter. Walking back over to you, Tim grabs the TV remote off the coffee table and turns it on. Opening up some streaming service, he turns on a nature documentary and sits down next to you.
“Isn’t this nice?” Tim asks. “Sure,” you offer, reaching up to feel your horns. They’re coming back in, slowly but surely. Tim promised that he wouldn’t file them down again unless you tried to hurt him again. Which is fair. He takes notice of your movements, expression turning apologetic.
On the TV, the narrator observes a herd of zebras. “...Is it still a firm no?” You pipe up. Tim lets you have online friendships with the other kids in your classes, but won’t let you see them in person. “On meeting up with Shay and Lucas?”
Tim sighs. “Sweetness, you know it’s dangerous. Other humans aren’t accepting like I am, and I don’t want you to be taken away and prodded at by scientists. You’re a person, not an-” “-Animal. I know.” You cut him off irritatedly.
“Hey,” He says, tone softening. “...How about this. You can meet up with them, but I come with you. Deal?”
“Is that the only option I have?” You ask. “Mhm,” Tim hums.
“Fine. Deal.”
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I'm taking advantage of my break to catch up on asks instead of writing an essay. No regrets. As always, criticism is welcome.
May I just say, you're looking divine today. Have you ever had a fruit bowl before? You should try it.
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With the silly spooky Halloween day coming up in like- 2 days- can we get a silly little story where Triffany, Wambus, and the Reader watch a horror movie? Maybe 2 movies even? And then later on, they cuddle in the middle of the night on the couch because at least one of them had a nightmare?
A/N: I HAD TO STRUGGLE TO KEEP MY EYES AWAKE BUT. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! I GOT IT DONE!! Thank you everyone for being so so patient with me despite everything, I honestly don’t deserve it ^^’. As a treat, I did something a little extra as a joke.
Ooc Spoilers for the fic:
I’d say I’m sorry…but I’m really not lmaooo
Wambus x Triffany x Reader (Halloween Movie Night)
“I dunno why I let y’all talk me into this…”
“Come on, Wamby! It’ll be fun! I’ve heard good things about this movie! It’s supposed to be really good!”
Wambus still scowls, drumming nervously on the couch with his fingers, while Triffany tried to soothe him. You, meanwhile, was trying to find the movie on your streaming services, finally stumbling upon it on Peacock.
“Finally…” You groan, before turning to face your partners with an ecstatic expression. “Alright, darling, honey, welcome to the movie adaptation of one of the best horror franchises in the known world…..Five Nights at Freddy’s!”
You’re not a stranger to the franchise. You came across it randomly one day and found the idea so interesting that you binged playthroughs of all of the games. Your partners, while not really that understanding of it, have seen your dedication of it and respect it. When the movie was first announced, it was actually Triffany who suggested you all watch together.
Wambus was….less thrilled about the idea.
He wasn’t a big horror movie fan. Or a horror fan period. Never did good with the subject. You had to plead with him to watch the movie with nhim. And by plead, you just gave him puppy dog eyes until he caved in. Worth it though, as now you get to cuddle nest to the cutest Grumpuses in the world and watch a movie you’ve been exicted for ages.
“I still don’t see the point in watchin’ this…” Wambus grumbled, as you plopped next to him. “Why don’t we do somethin’ like..give out candy to kids on Halloween? Why we gotta watch blood and gore all the dang time.”
You patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Awww….it’s ok, you can hold our hands if you get scared.”
Unfortunately for Wambus, months of knowing him have made any sort of glare at you ineffective to getting you to back off. Instead, you just gave his cheek a nuzzle, feeling his fur bristle and hearing the little deep grumbling as he blushes.
“I don’t think it's gonna be that bad, actually.” Triffany interjects. “Last I’ve heard, it’s more a thriller than anythin’.” She says, throwing a blanket around all of you. Wambus still huffs but looks slightly more relieved. He leans on her shoulder as you press the play button, resting your head on Wambus’s arm, before he tucks you under it.
True to Triffany’s word, the movie is more thriller than actual slasher or psychological horror. Of course, the horror that was there, was in your opinion, perfectly executed, and well done. The retro, early 90s vibe it was trying to give added to the aspect and it made the experience all that more memorable.
Triffany was probably the most invested out of all of you, having been invested in the game’s timeline since you told her about it. She spent the movie trying to link the events there to what she had heard from you or seen about. The things that didn’t add up with the orginal were major, but she appericated the side plot between the two main characters, her cooing at the events.
Wambus was incredibly jittery and silent, almost jumping out of his body at the slightest fright. He yelped at every jumpscare, holding onto you and his wife’s hands tightly, so a sense of comfort. You both are more than willing to hold him right the whole movie, helping the brusque man through some of the harsher scenes. And somewhere along the way, he began to ease up a little.
When all was said and done, you three had all decently enjoyed yourselves, though one of you only enjoyed the close time with his partners. Regardless, drowsiness eventually overtook and you headed to bed, snuggled right in-between Wambus and Triffany.
You woke up one a.m. to an almost empty bed, devoid of one of the partners you were snuggled against. Groaning, you pulled yourself away from whoever was spooning you, albeit unwillingly, and headed out of the bedroom. In the distance, you could hear the living room television go off, alerting you to a presence in the house. Quietly and slowly, you step down the stairs towards the sound of the television, to find a familiar blue lug in front of it. He looked exhausted, weary eye bags under his face as he muttered to himself. You quietly sat next to him, causing him to jolt in shock before seeing your face.
“Hi Wamby…” You murmured, slipping his hand into yours.
“I’m sorry I woke ya.”
“Don’t worry about it.” You reassure him. “You ok?”
Wambus fell silent. You didn’t make him talk. Wambus still had struggles opening up about his emotions, even to you and Triffany. “….You’ll laugh.” He finally laments.
“Never.” Your voice is firm and steady. You’d never laugh at him over something that was clearly bothering him.
He sighed. “I had. A nightmare about that stupid movie. Getting chased by one of those dumb animatronics.”
“Oh hon.” You gently snort, and backtrack when you see his hurt face. “Not like that. It’s just, your nightmares are really common with this franchise.”
Wambus blinked. “…Really?” He rasped. You nodded. “I’ve…actually had a few myself.”
“You? You didn’t even flinch at the deaths and gore!”
“Once, I had a dream where I was chased by Foxy all the way down our block.” You said, reliving the event and rubbing Wambus’s back. “I was, like, pissing myself scared. Looking back, it’s kind of funny.”
The farmer seemed to relax a bit, groaning deeply. You didn’t press, simply basking in the silence of the TV. The creaking of the stairs and floorboard break it.
“What’re ya two doing up so late….?” Triffany yawns, sliding right next to you and dealing her arms around Wambus.
“Bad dream.”
“Ock-“ Triffany cuddles closer to Wambus. “I’m sorry dear, you want to talk about it?”
Wambus yawned. “….I was being chased and cornered by that stupid bear.”
“Sorry, hun. Do you want us to stay with you tonight on the couch?”
Wambus hesitated. “…That. Would be nice, yes.”
The blanket from earlier is once more draped across you three, everyone shifting into comfortable positions while the television blared. You three watched the show on there, some late night gane show.
“….Thank you.” You heard Wambus mumble, drowsy in his tone. “I love you two so much.”
“Always sweetheart. We love ya too.” Triffany says, as you nod in agreement.
After a minute, you can hear the soft snores of Wambus as Triffany snorts lovingly. “Must've been exhausted, big goof.” She turns to you. “You should rest up too, hun.”
“Triffs, I’m fi-”
“Shhhh.” She stroked your fur, and immediately you melted into her. Damn your weak spots. “Go back to bed hun….just ease your mind….”
You don’t even remember your eyes closing before you pass out.
#bugsnax#bugsnax x reader#wambus troubleham#triffany lottablog#wambus troubleham x reader#triffany lottablog x reader#triffany x wambus#triffany x wambus x reader#I wish I could’ve written triffy more but I’m ridiculously unconfident about writing her well#I hope at least I got the accent ^^’#happy halloween#!!! <3
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Arranged Pt. 6
My hands tremble as I sit the test down, covering my mouth as I try to force the sobs down. I was pregnant. By Rafe. My husband. Part of me was excited for this little life growing inside me. The other part was terrified of doing this with Rafe.
The door opens and Rafe walks in having just returned from another golf outing with the boys. He seemed almost sweet with his yellow shirt and white cap. No one knew how twisted he was but me. And I’d made him a father. I blink back tears as Rafe takes in the scene. He rushes me and I flinch even as he cups my face gently and kisses me sweetly.
“Fuck, Y/N, I love you. I’m going to take care of you and this baby. Whatever you need, it’s yours.” Rafe kisses me again and I feel the ice in my heart start to melt for him.
“I want you to treat me like your wife and less like your property.”
“You like when I treat you like property.” He growls into my ear, his hand slipping down to grab my ass as he kisses my neck.
“Rafe. I mean it. Don’t share me with your friends. Never again.” I push at his chest and he pulls away with an eye roll.
“Fine. Never again.” He agrees, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around my waist as he nuzzles my stomach. I can’t help the flutters that appear in seeing Rafe like this. It’s a sweet change for once. He lifts up my dress and kiss my stomach, rubbing his nose over my skin until goosebumps appear.
“Rafe. That tickles.” I fight back a laugh until I can’t help it, my head falling back as he nibbles and kisses.
“I need some assurances from you. So I know you won’t try to leave.” Rafe finally says with one final kiss then stands again. The butterflies I felt suddenly disappear as I stare back at his deep blue gaze.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I bite out. We’re standing in a sketchy dimly lit room with an older man in a white lab coat. Everything about this seems off. Is he supposed to be a doctor?
“I told you she wouldn’t be happy.” Kelc stands off to my left and I fix him with an angry glare.
“Fuck you, Kelc.” I snap and Rafe yanks me against his side with a laugh as Kelc glares right back at me.
“Need me to fill that pretty mouth again? That’ll shut you up.” Kelc sneers and I feel Rafe stiffen against me, his arm circling my shoulder.
“I can’t remember which dick was yours. The smallest one, right?” I taunt with a grin as Kelc stomps towards me. Rafe fixes Kelc with a look that stops him in his place.
“Back off.” Rafe snarls and I know his hand is on the gun at his waist. Rafe’s arm tightens around me, pulling me closer into his side and pulling my gaze from Kelc.
“What is this?” I look up to Rafe as he moves us closer to the doctor.
“Relax. Stress isn’t good for the baby.” Rafe murmurs.
“You’re what’s stressing me out.” I grumble and his chest shakes with a laugh.
“It’ll be quick and painless. It’ll be just beneath the skin on the back of the neck.” The doctor finally speaks and my blood runs cold. That’s what this was. He was chipping me like a damn dog. I immediately try to flee but he catches me, pinning my arms to my side as he holds me. I kick out with a scream and Kelc catches my legs, holding me in place as the doctor rounds the table with an intimidating needle.
“Rafe, I’ll never forgive you if you do this.” I cry, my head turned to the side as the needle pinches my skin. Tears spring to my eyes then it’s over. I squirm, attempting to kick again but Kelc carefully releases me and backs away.
“I hate you! I hate you!” I scream and Rafe shushes me, kissing the top of my head.
“Give her a sedative. Let her sleep it off.” Kelc says and to my horror, Rafe doesn’t object. I open my mouth to scream again when there’s another pinch, silencing me quickly.
I wake up in our bed, a moan on my lips as Rafe spreads my legs wide and devours my sensitive pussy. Fucking pregnancy hormones had me a horny mess.
I fist his hair hard as his tongue dives inside me, fucking me until I’m withering away.
“Stop it. I hate you. You chipped me like a fucking dog. Will you chip our child too?” I slap his head and he pops up with a snarl, crawling up my body and thrusting his cock inside me. I cry out from the intrusion but it hurts so good. I grip the wrought iron headboard as I arch into him, my body craving his anger.
I open my mouth in protest but he kisses me hard, his hips punishing as he fucks me, lifting my legs over his shoulders and bending me in half.
“Yes. If it means keeping him or her safe, yes I absolutely fucking will.” Rafe snarls against my mouth, having finally answered my question.
“I won’t let you microchip our child.” I pant, clawing at his muscular chest as my orgasm hits me. I quiver beneath him, biting down on my lip to keep from giving him the satisfaction from hearing me fall apart.
“My sweet naive wife, when have you ever had a choice in any of this? Your compliance just makes things a little easier but I don’t need it.” I bite back tears as he kisses me again, forcing my knees against my chest as he slams in harder and harder. He was right. I’d never had a choice.
“Go on, tell me you hate me. That way you can pretend you don’t like the way I fuck you. Like you don’t like the way my cock feels inside you.” I snatch the gold chain hanging around his neck where he wears his wedding band and wrap it around two fingers so it chokes him. He smirks but doesn’t stop fucking me.
“Choke me. Do it. I’ll still be able to find you.” I release his chain as the vein in his forehead throbs and his face reddens, forever hating that he was always right.
“Holding the power make you wet, baby? I can feel you soaking me like a fountain. You wanna hit me? Is that what you need?”
“Just cum and get off of me.” I growl and he laughs, quickly manhandling me to flip me over and pulling me up onto my hands and knees as he rams back in. I bury my face in the mattress, desperately trying to muffle my sounds but he slaps my ass as he moves faster, his hand coming around to stroke my clit. My body tightens as sparks shoot throughout my limbs and down to my toes.
“I should pull out and leave you like this.” Rafe taunts, his thumb circling my empty hole.
“No. Please.” I find myself whispering as my toes start to curl.
“Tell me you like it. Tell me you like it when I fuck you. When your husband fucks you.” Rafe demands, slapping my ass again before forcing his thumb inside my ass as he slows his hips, delaying my orgasm.
“Please, Rafe. Don’t stop. I’m so close. Please.” I whine, fisting the sheets as I try to push back on him but he spanks me again, holding me in place.
“Tell me. Now!” Rafe shouts with another slap. Tears line my cheeks as my orgasm stays just within reach, my body desperate for it.
“I like it! I like it, Rafe! Please!” I sob. His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me back into each hard thrust. By the fourth one I’m cumming and screaming, my body trembling as Rafe grunts louder and louder. I slump into the mattress just waiting for him until he finally stills with a satisfied groan.
My body shivers as he pulls out and collapses next to me, moving my hair as he tries to kiss me but I move away.
“You and this baby are the best things that have ever happened to me. I don’t plan on ever letting you go.” Rafe says to the back of my head as I feel sleep starting to take over. He pulls the blanket over my naked body, rubbing my sore ass for a moment before kissing the back of my head and rolling over.
#smutwarning#rafe cameron smut#outer banks smut#dark#dark!fic#tw dark content#drew starkey#rafecameron#rafe fanfiction#rafe outer banks#rafe obx#dark!rafe cameron
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enha - reacting to their s/o speaking satoori!!
(requested by @minimultiestfandoms)
layla’s note
This took longer than entended …heh ,, I wanted to do my research before writing because I was so lost- but I ended up kinda figure out …so I hope this is correct T^T ,, thank you for the request ,, enjoy :) !!
#Pairing!!: Idol!enha x idol!reader (gn)
warning!!: lowercase intended ,, not proofread :p
★・ heeseung ꒷꒦︶༉˚·
heeseung probably never noticed till someone pointed it out to him ,, “hey hee is ur s/o from gangwon?” Would nod his head as be kept on writing something down in his notebook “oooh that makes sense ,, theyre satoori sounded so familiar.” Would look up confused at the person not knowing what they were talking about. So when you guys were in the middle of having ur cuddling session he randomly asked you “since when do you use satoori?” Will frown when you start laughing at his question “this is a very serious matter…” you’d have to explain to him that you’ve always used satoori but just recently decided you wanted to use it more as you had made a few new friends from gangwon.
★・ Jay ꒷꒦︶༉˚·
Jay knew from the first day he met you ,, honestly thought it was cool ,, he secretly started learning some jeollabuk satoori so he could show you. One day after you arrived home from school he’d call you over into your shared room and ask you to sit with him as he closed his laptop ,, sitting next to him on your bed he asked you about your day , blah blah blah ,, and then after you’ve finished venting about how you witness someone’s dog almost run into a kid who almost got his by a car he told you he had a surprise. he watched as you looked at him waiting patiently for him to show you his surprise ,, and he did ,, he tried his best not to mess up and started speaking to you in satoori ,, will pop a smile when he see your eyes lit up. “You learned that for me” while honestly be content with the fact he made you happy.
★・ Jake ꒷꒦︶༉˚·
Like heeseung Jake didn’t realize you spoke satoori ,, but no one pointed it out to him ,, actually you told him about it. He was very intrigued when you explained how much you loved jeju’s satoori and how you’ve recently have been using it a lot ,, purely for your own liking as well as some of ur friends telling you to learn it. Jake would beg you to teach him satoori so if he ever met your friends or family he would be able to use it properly and impress them. He always wanted to learn because he thought it would be fun to learn satoori with you. Might take him a little to fully master jeju’s satoori but once he does he make sure he uses it to his advantage and will give you a lot of hugs and kisses as a thank you for wanting to help him out.
★・ Sunghoon ꒷꒦︶༉˚·
Your both from Gyeonggi so no surprise he already knew it when he heard you speak for the first time. Would ask you about your opinion on all the other satooris and which would you would like to learn. If you tell him you would want to learn satoori gangwon he will actually learn with you and make sure you both perfect it ,, finds it really cute how excited you get when you realize you finally learned all satoori for yangwon ,, he’s also surprised that he managed to learn it all as well. Will have a bound round with flash cards to see house much you both have learned ,, if you ace it he will treat you a good after … and if you don’t …he will still treat you to food later <3
★・ Sunoo ꒷꒦︶༉˚·
I feel like sunoo is one of those members who doesn’t learn your satoori to speak it and it’s not because he doesn’t wanna learn but more because he finds it unique when he hears you speak it and wouldn’t want to take the uniqueness away. Will only learn it to understand it but won’t speak it …again he doesn’t want something you find special to be ruined :( ,, enjoys watching how happy you get when you don’t have to repeat your words since he didn’t understand satoori before but now he does so definitely mission accomplish.
★・ Jungwon ꒷꒦︶༉˚·
I feel like Jungwon is the type to not really care ? And it’s not like in a rude way where he’s like “cool no one asked” but a “ooohh that’s nice :)” one time you guys were talking about the different types of satooris and a lot of people didn’t recognize yours which you thought was funny. Jungwon finds it cute how much of a dork you are when it comes to different types of satooris and enjoys watching you want to learn more and more about them. Doesn’t really interfere with any of that he just watches you and leaves it to you.
★・ niki ꒷꒦︶༉˚·
Little dudes doesn’t even know what satoori is ….so will be lost. He was chilling with his hyungs and they were watching an interview your group had ,, by Nokia request they couldn’t say no so here they are. As they were watching you speak Jungwon pointed out how strong your satoori is which made niki look at him confused “theyre what…?” Jungwon then explained to niki what satoori was and how he assumed yours was from chungcheongham but he wasn’t too sure. Niki nodded at Jungwon before turning his attention back towards the screen ,, after that day he will study his butt off just to learn satoori for you and once he’s done his little training will be extremely excited to show you
© w0nnielov3
#enha#enhypen#enhypen headcanon#enhypen imagines#enhypen reactions#enhypen x reader#enhypen x yn#enhypen x you#heeseung#Jay#sunghoon#jake#sunoo#Jungwon#niki#layla tired her best :p
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"Why is no one having a good time? I specifically requested it."
Here’s a thing: my husband used to watch a ton of tv, all the time. Always had something on in the background. But then he got sucked into TikTok and his attention span broke, so I’ve been watching most things myself.
He just put together a snack to wind down from his work day, and came back in for a glass of milk. I’m on the couch and as he swished by he said “I just turned on Brooklyn Nine-Nine”, which in and of itself was surprising, only to continue “and remembered he’s dead…” and I let out a wail I’ve been mostly ignoring.
Andre Braugher, I’m so sad that you’re gone. Brooklyn Nine-Nine is one of my absolute favorite comfort shows, and I’m not sure how I’m going to stand it now, for a while. Captain Holt is iconic, you can’t watch that show and not fall in love with him.
And now it’s just…sad.
Nine-Nine is another one of those shows I started watching religiously while it was airing on cable, the entirety of the reason being Andy mother-effing Samberg. I have been in love with him (and the Lonely Island, which we should talk about eventually) since that crazy man joined SNL and so nothing was going to tear me away from his randon sitcom. I came for him, obviously, but I stayed for everyone else.
Including, and mostly, Captain Raymond Holt.
I’m not gonna lie, he might be the most realized, well-defined character on the show. The man has layers. Gay, black cop who finally becomes captain of his own squad. Deadly serious, married to a professor, proud dog dad, lover of rules, hard grudge-holder, extremely literal and blunt, with the weirdest sense of humor.
Most of the best moments of this show involve Holt. There’s an entire scene wherein the squad is put on the night shift and it’s fucking with everyone’s relationships and someone suggests his bad mood is because he needs to bone down with his husband. His reaction has me crying every single time.
He has a dance-off with a kid on the street. He goes undercover as a straight person and does it hilariously. He gets incredibly, heavily, disturbingly invested in the Halloween heist game Jake sets up each year. He creates a ridiculous balloon arch for a wedding and gets deeply attached to it, and is infuriated by the fact that everyone thinks it’s weird as hell. He has the most fantastic arch rival relationship with an old partner, to the point where he plans to deliver a scathing eulogy when she unexpectedly dies. He learns the choreography set to Salt ‘N Peppa’s “Push It” and performs it to distract Amy while she’s giving birth.
It feels like a lot of characters on tv are two-dimensional, but good lord, Holt was in full technicolor, and it’s obvious the reason it works so well is because Andre Braugher was a master of his craft. He WAS Holt, for a lot of people, including me. No one else could have stepped in and created that man.
Throughout the show, Jake treated him like a surrogate dad because his own father (lol at Bradley Whitford in that role) was a dumpster fire, and it was really sweet. He just wanted validation, and acceptance.
In the finale, he tells Jake, "On my first day here, I asked Jeffords to tell me about everyone, He told me you were a great detective, but the one thing you couldn’t figure out was how to grow up. Well, I think you’ve finally figured it out. Over the years, you’ve sometimes referred to me as something of a father figure, but I want you to know, if I had had a son, and he had turned out like you, I would be very proud of him.”
I have a dad of my own, he’s wonderful and I love him and we have a great relationship, but y’all, Holt can be a surrogate dad for me too. He can be one for everyone. He always had a pearl of wisdom and he supported the entire squad in absolutely everything, and he was just an excellent human. Who was FUNNY and multidimensional and just…dope.
He’s one of those perfect characters. And they don’t come along that often. So I guess the point is, thank you, Andre Braugher, for bringing him to life, and giving us the gift that is Captain Raymond Holt. I’m glad we still have him, even if we don’t have you.
#brooklyn nine nine#brooklyn 99#captain holt#captain raymond holt#andre braugher#andy samberg#what g's watching#comfort show
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Since dodger is a little snitch 😏🥺
Imagine the reader wants some snacks wich Chris put very high so she don’t eat all of them because they are not healthy (in Chris eyes 👀) and Chris is out of sight. So climbing on a chair wouldn’t be a problem or?
Well not for you but for Chris who nearly had a heart attack when he sees you on this chair.
😏🥺
you put your finger to your lips, shushing dodger as he looked at you grab the kitchen stool.
“stay quiet, okay? we don’t want daddy to hear us,” you said, “i just need my chocolate potato chips,” you whispered, “what’s so bad about that, huh? they’re potatoes after all, no?”
it was when you stepped up on the stool that dodger let out the loudest bark through the house, acting as if he caught a burglar.
“sh! dodger!” you hissed, shushing the dog, “come on, please, dodge, just this once.”
“honey?!” chris shouted, the heavy padding of his feet heard as he hurried to the kitchen, his wide eyes widening some more when he saw you standing on the stool, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, “what on earth are you doing?”
you smiled sheepishly, cradling your bump, “i just wanted-the chocolate potato chips,” you pointed behind you at the pantry before huffing, “come on, chris.”
“first of all, you’re going to fucking kill me, you know that?” he put his hands on his hips, “second of all,” he looked at dodger before moving to open his treats jar, taking a treat out, “good job, bubba. good job!”
“you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“come on, let’s get you down from that fucking kill machine.”
“it’s a stool.”
“same thing, same thing,” he shook his head, helping you down, “you could’ve just told me, you know that, right?”
“you think they’re like, food from the devil,” you whined, “and you put them-you literally put them all the way up there for a reason.”
“so you do know that you shouldn’t be eating that stuff,” chris teased you, reaching up to get you the snack you wanted. you were about to reach for it when chris put his arm out, “ah ah,” he clicked his tongue, “you’re not going to be eating all of it, right?”
“alright now you’re just denying me any fun.”
“there’s a shit ton of sugar and artificial shit in that stuff,” he said, “we can make a healthier alternative.”
“but it’s the artificial shit that makes it tasty,” you whined again, moving forward to wrap your arms around his waist, leaning to pepper kisses to his face, “please, baby? just this pack then we can talk about that healthier alternative, hm? please?”
“fuck’s sake,” chris sighed, his shoulders slumping as he gave you the snack, “all you need to do is look like that and i’m fucking gone. you’re like a witch.”
you giggled, opening the pack and popping a chip in your mouth before putting one to his lips, watching your husband give in and take in, “i love you, did you know that? you’re like, the best husband to ever exist. best baby daddy.”
“yeah, yeah, go ahead and butter me up.”
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