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haechanokeh · 3 years

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I'm Right For Your [pt. 6]

(you can play Die For You by The Weeknd while reading this 😌)

pairing: popular college! mark x average! reader

genre: romance, smut, angst, series.

warning: corruption, oral sex (both receiving and giving), cream pie, rough sex, anal sex, mention of religion, rough sex, self-esteem, psychology, public sex, sub! reader, sex toys. possessive mark two-faced mark

I think I’m right for you, babe. You know what I’m thinking, see it in your eyes. You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry. It ain’t workin’ ‘cause you’re perfect and I know that you’re worth it I can’t walk away. (Die for you by The Weeknd)

the next morning you made it at the right time in your first class. it's a usual morning, everyone was talking except for two things.

mark did not greet you and he's not sitting beside you nor his bads or anything from him. bit you felt relieved because for just at least one day, you want a mark-free day. he's giving you so much stress lately.

there's a quiz for your first subject and you studied it with mark on saturday. okay, you're just an average student so of course it's very hard for you but you were very thankful that you studied with mark because you're very confident answering some questions. you felt guilty for being mean yesterday but… you couldn't help it. you were afraid and it's as if it was your defense mechanism to became rude to him yesterday. yes, you're afraid of wanting something that you think you don't deserve.

after the quiz, your professor continue on its lecture and finished the whole slide.

"okay, for your homework. of course, it's always by pair. i'll give you 3 minutes to look for your pair and tell me who you are going to pair with because you will choose a number that has your case question. don't worry, it's not hard, it'll just test your good decision making and morality. so, you may start looking for your partners " he announced. you cursed inside your head because it's another homework or activity that is by pair. you hate pairings or groupings, you prefer doing things alone.

they all started to talk to each other, going to one person to another asking if they wanted to be their partner or if they already have a partner on the other hand, you remained sitting on your seat. you said to yourself that you're going to be partner with someone who's the same with you, unwanted. but half of you was waiting for mark to approach you but it seemed like he already got his partner, mina. you were stealing glances at them so yeah, now you'll have to wait for whoever doesn't have a partner.

you're sighed and tucked your hands on each side of your blouse' pocket, resisting to pout. but someone sat beside you, your heart almost jump and excitedly looked beside you. but to your disappointment it's lucas.

"you look disappointed," he chuckled. "do you have a partner?" you shook your head as an answer. "do you want to be my partner, i mean i'm not as smart as mark but i-"

"what?" why did he bring out mark's name? "no, really i'm fine whoever i'm going to be partnered with. i just want this to be over."

"yeah, of course." lucas laughed. well everyone knows you're the type of person who prefer to be alone. "you should smile more often, i thinks he likes girls who always laugh and giggle."

"who?" your forehead knotted in cluelessness. he gave you playful smile and scooted closer to you.

"i know you like mark." he whispered into your ears. your eyes circled in shock.

"no, i don't. what are you talking about?" you lowered your voice. but lucas wasn't convinced.

meanwhile, mark who's controlling his facial expression as he secretly watching the both of you, now broke. his face became serious when he saw lucas' shoulder touched yours and when his lips were near your ears and whispered something. he's glaring at him. mina saw it all, he always watches mark.

she knew that there's something between the two of you, and she felt scared. mina likes mark, everyone knows that already and when they heard that you like him, she feared that she would lose her chance. but mark's face says it all. mina is not dumb, she notices how mark's been all over you and now he witness another side of mark, a jealous mark.

"mark?" mina called his name. mark blinked and shifted his attention to mina.

"what?" he politely asked.

"do you want to change your partner, i mean... you obviously want another." mina slowly glance at you and mark followed you. mark swallowed nervously.

"ha, i am that obvious?" he asked nervously. mina smiled.

"yup." she replied. mark stared at you for a couple of seconds but you're comfortable with lucas, he guessed that you have a partner now.

"let's just be partners." mark smiled at mina. her heart skips a beat but with pain.

it's been three days of no mark but his presence is still there. you missed mark's touch, you missed the frustrations and highs.

that's why while your mom's aways, you're making the most out of it.

you put your vibrator into max.

"mark!" you screamed his name, your eyes rolled pussy and legs pulsating. you were screaming his name with shame but pleasure.

you sat up and stared at your room blankly while catching your breath. you remove the bullet from you. you get out on your bed and go to your bathroom to clean the vibrator. you put it back in its bag and hid it in your closet. you crawled on your bed and lay there hugging tightly a pillow.

"i miss him." you became honest to yourself. you don't know if you miss him or just his touch but attachment you feared is finally happening.

you should've stopped him or yourself from touching you... or you should've totally give in?

the next morning, you groan in pain. as if your head was being drilled. nobody noticed it because you're good at hiding your expression and emotion. unlike your classmates, mark see all through you. your switching brows, discomfort face, quick massage on your forehead, and your quick nap when you have a chance.

"hey." lucas nudged you. you lifted your head and your are squinting adjusting your vision.

"hmm?"

"some of our classmates will go to mark's house to answer legal ethics case. i was thinking if maybe we-"

"no." and you shove you head back down.

"why? you can meet your in-laws already." he grinned. you sat up and pinched his hard arms. "ah! okay okay i will not tease you. but i mean, we're having a hard time in what laws will be used against the defensor." he has a point.

your professor don't worry, it's easy is a lie.

you sighed. "fine."

"yes!" lucas fist pumps and jumps out of his seat just to tell he's going.

mark was watching all along. he saw you shove your head back again. he wanted to detach his ass from the sit but what if you ignored him again? mark giving you time to think, and of course he also wanted to think. but those days without you is absolutely a frustration, he never thought he wanted someone this much. he also thinks, and hopefully he's right, that your reaction the last time you talk was because of jealousy. but what he hated the most is your fear of loving him just because the two of you don't fit in. so does she think someone suits her better than him?

no, i'm right for you and there's no one else but me. it's an obsessive statement but mark is already aware of that. you turned him like this.

now you understand why they always wanted to be in his house. it's huge, and you know this house too. you never thought the nearby huge house is mark's house.his house is very popular, well not his house itself but his mom and dad who's a pastor because they are so kind and loved by the neighborhood.

mark's mom is already outside the door greeting each on of us. mark and mina is infront of you.

"lucas! i missed you dear." she hugged lucas. her eyes landed on me. "oh my, a new face." she smiled at you. you smiled back (don't forget the work awkwardly.)

"nice to meet you, i'm y/n." you politely said.

mark's mom gazes at you and lucas as if she's teasing both of you.

"you're girlfriend?" her brows were bouncing up and down. you and lucas just awkwardly smiled at her but before you deny it to her, mark’s nerves snapped.

mark turned his back and walk towards you, he literally squeezed himself between you and lucas. he put his arm across your shoulder and the other arms are on lucas. your breath hitched. you missed him this much.

"mom, we're getting inside." mark covered his irritation with a lovely smile.

"okay fine fine. make sure that you won't do anything dumb okay?" she said to his son and reach him for a kiss.

"nice meeting you again sweetie." she looked at her son again. "i already cooked some food. be back at 1 in the morning. don't wait for me and your dad." she patted mark's chest and left.

mark removed his arms from you and look at lucas.

"c'mon." he said and entered the house. he did not give you a single glance.

i knew it, he's mad at me.

you literally wearing your flat face. you are bot hiding it as you sat on the end of the couch with lucas beside you.

"how is this a group study? I thought we're going to answer the homework?" you told lucas with a low voice and teeth gritting in disbelief.

"mark already reading it, let's just wait for his notes." he said eyes never leave the huge tv.

you squeezed the bridge of your nose and stood up. you want to go home but before that you have to take your paper from mark, so you walked in the dining area. he's there reading about 5 papers in total.

why is he tolerating their laziness? you said annoyingly while watching him from behind. you sighed and gather all your courage to walk towards him. you were beside him and he felt your presence so he looked up. he noticed your eyes looking for something.

"care to tell me what are you looking for?" his brow lifted.

"our paper. i want to go home, i wasn't supposed to be in here. i thought we will answer it." you finally saw your paper and grabbed it. you look down on him straight in the eyes.

"you shouldn't allowing them to make you answer their homeworks mark. you're not helping nor being kind." what you're doing right now is obviously called scolding, and you know what? you made mark smile,he felt that you cared for him..

"it's okay, it's my advantage too. i got to read a lot of cases, i'll just treat it as if i'm studying theirs." he looked back at the paper he was reading. you rolled your eyes

"geek." you murmured and he clearly heard you.

"have you taken a paracetamol at least?” he said out of the blue.

“excuse me?” you were kind of lost. he looked at you.

“your head ache.” he said. your jaw dropped in amusement.

“how did you know?” he just smiled at you and shrugged as his answer. “i already did but i think i need to rest.”

both of you weren’t aware that you were having a casual conversation.

“you can use that room.” mark pointed at the 3rd room from the corner next to the kitchen.

“oh no, thanks. i’ll just head back home.” you politely declined but mark was not having it.

“you will rest there or else i am going fuck you in this table.” he threatened you. of course he wouldn’t do that, mark never will share you.

“you wouldn’t” you chuckled knowing that he was just joking.

“try me.” he challenged you but his tone of voice seemed like you wouldn’t dare. you swallowed nervously.

“they’ll look for me.” you whispered.

“no they wouldn’t. you’ll have to take your bag, i’ll just tell them you already left. once the tv is open they don’t care about anything.” he convinced you. his tapping his index finger on the table growing impatient. “rest because you need energy later.”

“for what?” you furrowed your brows.

“for me.” he gave you an eye smile… a scary one. it was fake but looked so genuine… but twisted.

you finally woke up. you looked at the digital clock table near you. it's 8 in the evening. you sat up but good lord you screamed when you saw a figure sitting at the end of your bed. it was mark.

"mark!" you touched your chest and tried to make your heart calm.

"eat your dinner and your medicine." he said in a monotone voice.

"are you mad at me?" you ask him the dumbest question, EVER. you obviously at fault, you just threw him outside your house without any explanation.

"no. " he replied and stood up. "let's eat." he's so cold, he left the room.

your chest became heavy. you followed him, eyes sticking at his icy figure. you felt suffocated and you just saw yourself chasing his back and embracing it. mark's body tensed as he felt your tiny figure behind him and short arms around his waist.

"i don't like it when you're mad. don't be mad at me." you were shoving your face against his back. his sweet but masculine cologne lingers into your nose and it made a calming effect. "i'm sorry if i was being mean." you shove your face more because of embarrassment.

"fuck…" mark cursed under his breath. you were so irresistible. he turned his body, facing you still arms around him. he witness your red as beet face. he cupped your cheeks and stared at your eyes.

"was it jealousy?" he asked referring to what happened that day. you shyly nodded your head. "i have something to tell you."

you blinked waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to tell you.

"i love you." mark missed saying those 3 meaningful words.

he then captured your lips. you shared an aggressive and eager kiss, your teeths are almost clashing with each other because of how aggressive mark is. suffocation was there but you love it. there was drooling, but you love it. they are moaning, and you fucking love it. mark squeezing your breast, fondling it, massaging it. until your shirt and bra were sitting on top of your round firm breasts. he then lifted you and made you sit on the dining table. thank god the table is long and that the food was far from you.

his gave you kisses down to your breast. he was nipping and your breasts. all you could do was moan. your hands playing the tips of his hair.

“i missed you so much.” he sincerely said while hungrily eating your breast.

“you were ignoring me.” you were supposed to sound lonely and sad but you moaned your words. it's impossible not to because gawd his wet and cold mouth feels good.

“i gave you some space but i don’t like it when someone occupies that space other than me.” he murmured. he went back to your face, giving your feathery kisses.

mark felt threatened when everyone keep on saying that lucas and you seemed close and actually look good together. they say that you need someone like lucas, bubbly and noisy. every time he hears that his blood boils. the fuck they know. he say.

you are quiet yes, but you have a lot of side. you are funny, you're savage, cute, and funny- and noisy especially when... you know. you are hardworking too, even though you sometimes procrastinate you make sure you study and understand the lesson. the down side is you just have low self-esteem and not honest to your feelings. but you are not just the quiet and the loner

“head still hurts?” he stared at your face.

“kinda.” you answered honestly.

“should we try if orgasm really make-” before he even finish his sentence you lift your back. you were expecting him to move back his body but he stayed still. you stopped before your lips touch.

"i'm hungry." you said. mark's eyes fell on your lips.

"do you want to do it here or to my room?" he asked. your nose scrunched.

"no, i mean i'm literally hungry for food." you said almost laughing at how disappointed he looked.

"food can wait." mark mumbled like a little kid throwing tantrums.

"you don't let the grace wait… right? i thought christians are thought to be like that." you were being cheeky. he widely smiled at you.

yeah, they don't know anything about you. you are more than the quiet and loner girl. i will never let anyone know this side of you, no one will appreciate you like i do. no one fits with you like i do. no matter how many times you deny it, i'm right for you.

"hmm? is there something on my face?" he was staring at you for quite long now so you felt conscious on how you look.

"let's eat? i thought you want me to take my paracetamol." you pouted.

"how about we go to nonpharmacological management?" you cringed when you hear his technical words.

"what? water?" you snorted.

"no, orgasm." he smirked and pushed your chest down, you felt the cold glass on your back. you cursed under your breath because of his sexiness.

mark rolled up your skirt and pulled down your panty. he did not waste any seconds, he dive into your wetness. he flatly licked your slick. you purred in excitement. mark pressed his thumb on your clit which added to your pleasure. mark sucking your folds, and every juices inside you while rubbing your clit.

"mark…" you moaned signalling that you are going to release. mark switched his thumb to his mouth and tongue, eating and rubbing your clit. he inserted two fingers inside you, and your back arched in intense pleasure.

"mark, please don't stop." he curled his finger and swear your eyes crossed when he hit your spot. "right there, right there, right there!" you cried loudly.

he never missed hitting your spot, and he was literally becoming aggressive in your clit. softly biting it, eating it, spitting on it.

"ohhhh…" you couldn't think properly nor talk properly. you legs involuntarily squeezed mark's head. his free hand pushed your one leg flat on the table to spread your legs. you couldn't handle the extreme pleasure building up on you.

"no… fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" you sat up, pushing mark's head away from you. your head threw back and eyes rolled back, you almost saw your brains. hands unconsciously rubbing yourself as you release… so much?

you squirted on mark's pants. your back fell on the table, it hurts but you're too high to complain. you were catching your breath and you were light headed. you're aware of what happened but you don't have energy to get embarrassed.

while your lashes are still fluttering and your chest aggressively going up and down. mark was really satisfied. he wiped his face using the end of his shirt. he leaned forward, arm resting on the side of your face.

"no headache?" he was teasing you. you laugh through your highs.

"yeah."

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evak-fic-rec-turtleanon · 3 years

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Evak Fics - Pining

I’m posting half of this list first because I started it a long time ago and it’s taking me a while to go through all the fics. So I will update with more later.

*** Mutual Pining *** Pining - I might put mutual pining under pining if we don't see much of the other person pining. *** Bonus - The pining is not between Evak

For the anon from this ask.

I will try my best to separate out the mutual pining fics but I think it will be tricky if it's not tagged as that. So bear with me and let me know of any mistakes or fics I missed out on.

. First Posting : 11 July 2021. Under 15k fics. .

******* Mutual Pining *******

Even the Illustrator by eavk (SERIES, 3 fics) - An AU where Even’s an illustrator who draws what kids describe to him for YouTube, and Isak is the smitten father of a six year old with a wild imagination.

Postcards by HedwigsTalons (1k words) - Isak's wall is covered in postcards. Isak is supportive of Even's career and he cherishes every postcard but the long distance relationship hurts.

Feelings Come and Go, But Not With You by ultimatelawrence (1.9k words) - It was meant to just be a holiday romance. A fling. Nothing like love. But now it was six months later and Even was still pining over the angel he had met in Paris.

let's pretend into forever by Bellakitse (2.3k words) - “Let me get this straight,” Even starts. “You lied to your boss about having a boyfriend, told her it was me, and now you need me to go with you to your science nerd dinner?”

i will love you until the very, very end (and you were my best friend) by traumatic (2.4k words) - Isak and Even share something in the cool waters of a spring fed pool that no one, not even their fiancées, could ever understand.

Breathe Me by photographer_of_thoughts (4.5k words) - A high school reunion brings Isak and Even together after ten years, and neither of them can forget what happened when they were both seventeen.

Everything comes back to you by MermaidsandMermen (4.8k words) - Light pining. A dribble oneshot for Halloween, full of fluff and Even and Isak and a tiny pinch of angst. Because we need some Halloween fluff. That's all.

Fuck Tha Police by MacksDramaticShenanigans (5.2k words) - “This,” Eskild said, spinning the photograph around so everyone could see it, “is a picture of the latest piece of vandalism from our favorite little street punk.” he finished with a heavy sigh. They are both cops.

i tried to be strong but i lost it (i knew it was wrong, i’m beyond it) (6.3k words) - Even has a thing for his intern, Isak has a thing for his boss, they're both a bit clueless and their friends just want them to get their shit together.

all I see is you by littlemovie (Lejla) (7.4k words) - “Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m a bad person?” Isak somehow whined and demanded at the same time. Jonas blew out a breath in amusement, which made the dark curls on his forehead move with his breath. “I’m guessing it has something to do with that guy, Even, from the coffeeshop?”

Addicted by endlessandinfinite (8k words) - They’re both completely, overwhelmingly, and incredibly...addicted. Best friends to lovers.

Calleth You, Cometh I by Kollakolan (8.4k words) - “Isak!” Mikaels pipes up. “Didn´t you two have a thing?” he turns to Even. A thing, Even thinks to himself. Yes, Isak and him definitely had a thing. They actually had a low-key thing going for years, but it never really turned into something more. The timing was never right.

In Vino Veritas by Sabeley (9.9k words) - After seven years apart, Isak wakes up to find Even in his bed and a wedding ring on his finger.

Let Me by GayaIsANerd (10.6k words) - Summer brings a lot of things. The smell of sunscreen. The sound of children playing in the shallow part of the lake. The taste of cold beer. The sweet tang of weed. But most importantly, summer brings Isak.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue by BluebeardsWife (10.8k words) - Fake dating AU, you know the drill. Even hires Isak to pretend to be his boyfriend at his ex's wedding. This Means Nothing to Me by cuteandtwisted (10.8k words) - Isak and Even are friends and roommates who don't believe in love anymore (after they both get dumped by other people) until they do. Aka the Friends/Roommates-To-Lovers Don't you let me go by solarpower21 (12.2k words) - In this universe, Isak and Even are roomates and nothing more. Except that there is something more between them and they both know that but are too stubborn to admit it. Too bad it takes a very unfortunate event for them to face the truth. Burn Down The Disco by TheGirlNoOneKnows5 (12.2k words) - A 'Black Mirror: Hang The DJ' AU in which Isak and Even decide to rebel against a futuristic dating system that pairs users up with various people in order to find their perfect match.

La Petite Mort by EvenbechNeiheim (13.4k words) - Even Bech Næsheim is one of those cool and very hot media students at Uni who might just got the task to make a film project. Eskild is the best wingman and things like accidently falling in love with an asshole media student happen. Based on the FIRST KISS YouTube video that gave the internet an entire meltdown.

when your heart is bleeding, i'm coming to get you by orphan_account (13.5k words) - Isak doesn't exactly expect his hookup from last week to be the love advice columnist at the school newspaper he's working at. He also doesn't expect to fall even harder for him than he already has, which is a shame, really, since Even's crushing on someone else.

Heal My Heart for Christmas by iwritetropesnottragedies (recklesslee) (13.5k words) - It’s been ten years since Isak left his small town for the big city of Oslo with his father. He hardly even thought of his time there anymore. Until he received a letter from his mother asking him to come home for Christmas for the first time since he had left.

Love in the Time of COVID: Battlestar Edition by sweetasmaple (14k words) - Isak and Even find each other again during the COVID-19 lockdown, one Battlestar Galactica episode at a time.

******* Pining *******

never seemed so alive by retts (1k words) - Nothing special, just four letters strung together to spell out E V E N but they made Isak's heart race and his face blush and his hands tremble.

Hopeless by waitineedaname (1k words) - Light pining. There was no way in hell Isak would be able to talk to Even. He was tall and cool and handsome, and Isak was pretty sure talking to him would make him spontaneously combust.

i could probably just curl up in you. by milominderbinder (1.3k words) - Isak is away at a cabin with the guys when he gets a text from Even. 'hey, babe, did you take my favourite hoodie?' He is, of course, outraged that Even would accuse him of such treachery. The fact that Isak is wearing the hoodie at that very moment has nothing to do with it.

stuck on you (what did i do?) by itjustkindahappened (1.8k words) - It’s not that Even doesn’t try to be friendly with him—Isak just makes it so hard. Whenever Even approaches, Isak either makes up a fumbling excuse to leave, or just becomes really stiff and refuses to acknowledge Even’s existence.

now and forever (i will be your man) by thekardemomme (2.2k words) -Warning for pain. 3 times isak kisses even +1

i be up in the gym just working on my fitness by orphan_account (2.3k words) - Even knows that he's quite literally going to die when he finds his crush sweating on an elliptical, reading a book with his glasses slipping down his nose.

You know where I stay by nofeartina (2.4k words) - Warning for pain. Isak is so beautiful first thing in the morning. When he still has creases in his face from the pillow, when his face is red and puffy from sleep, his hair all messed up and curly. Even prefers this Isak. This is his Isak, this is only for him.

won't you be my livewire by itjustkindahappened (3.2k words) - "i've been tryin to grab your attention in class for over half an hour by poking you and throwing things onto your desk and you're refusing to acknowledge me and gdi all i wanted to do was tell you that you look cute and now it's gone too far and i can't go back"

Cookies and Cream by GayaIsANerd (3.5k words) - Isak has a crush on the barista. He's too scared to do anything about it, but luckily there's a blizzard coming up.

i can feel the weather in my bones by EvenbechNeiheim (3.7k words) - Isak and Even are childhood friends. There’s a boyfriend sweater and Isak is just desperate to wear it.

On the silver screen by Lokkanel (4k words) - Isak was really not in the mood for this. He had a long week at work, and all he wanted was to relax with his friend, drink a few beers, maybe even smoke some weed and just chill. But no. When Jonas called him to say that he won tickets to the coolest indie film festival in Oslo, Isak knew he could forget his plans for a quiet and simple weekend.

I want to love you (in my own language) by fauu_stine (4k words) - “Okay. Maybe I’m not happy,” he admits in a resigned whisper. “Do you need a shrink discussion or a best friend discussion?” "I think- I think it’s more of a friend with benefits kind of talk."

Don't be an ass by Julieseven (4.1k words) - Even really tried to forget about him. It started out as a harmless little crush, really. He saw him at the karaoke bar SYNG one night, singing "I don't want to miss a thing" at the top of his lungs, clearly drunk out of his mind, but looking like an angel with his messy dark blond locks and crooked smile.

Little Black Book by Laika (4.3k words) - Isak Valtersen is studying his third year at the University of Oslo and having the time of his life. Enter Evy Bech Næsheim, straight out of Nissen, in his stockings, mini skirts and bubblegum scented lip gloss.

cracks in our foundation by towonderland72 (4.8k words) - “You know, like a thousand years ago, men used to wear makeup?” Even asks, as Isak gapes at himself.

Safest With You (Green Curtains) by eavk (5.3k words) - Isak keeps staying up too late studying at the library, but luckily there's an escort service that gives students a buddy to walk with to keep safe at night.

the one with the prom video by thekardemomme (5.5k words) - Even has been in love with Isak since they were younger, but he never intended for Isak to find out this way.

Senses by Lokkanel (5.5k words) - Sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste… Or Even falling in love with Isak, one sense at a time.

you're the one i wanna grey with (5.6k words) - They've only been dating a month, so Isak shouldn't be pathetic enough to miss Even this much when he's only gone for a weekend.

Orion's Nebula by thekardemomme (5.6k words) - Light pining I think. Even Bech Næsheim was enrolled in an astronomy class for one reason and one reason only: the cute ass boy he saw standing in the registration line.

with the taste of a poison paradise by chasingflower (6k words) - It’s routine by now. Isak hangs out with his friends during the day and at night he kisses the Dream-Even that lives on the other side of the door in his living room, and basks in the warm fuzzy feelings he gets as a result of the attention. Coraline Au.

How to Get Your Man - A Plan By Even Bech Naesheim by Evakkk (6.1k words) - When Magnus drops a big secret in front of Even... Even comes up with a brilliant plan to get Isak to reveal his true feelings. All it takes is one little lie, and one crazy family reunion.

To Burn With Desire by photographer_of_thoughts (6.1k words) - AU in which Isak and Even are neighbours and Isak's father has a secret job that unintentionally helps Isak realize he's in love with his best friend.

Watermelon Sugar by MermaidsandMermen (6.6k words) - A little tribute to fruit and touching. To sex, and friendships and finding what you were looking for all along. And of course inspired by Harry Styles latest video offering, just because.

The Fake Boyfriend App by Crazyheart (7.2k words) - AU where Isak is desperately pining for his flatmate Even, and downloads a fake boyfriend app to get over him. When he discovers that the Fake boyfriend is a human, and not a bot, he is sceptical.

That look you give that guy by Lokkanel (7.4k words) - Isak and Even love each other in secret. It is almost thrilling at first, but when hiding and lying to their friends begin to take a toll on Even, Isak decides to end it all. He thinks he has taken the right decision, until Even eventually moves on with someone else.

my longing drives me crazy for you (7.7k words) - Isak's mum worries, Isak makes bad life decisions and Even loves Isak. It's a fake dating au.

I'm Always Here by nofeartina (9.3k words) - “Did you know that Even is working this summer? At that pool at the Plaza?” Jonas says. Isak actually sits up in excitement at this. “Fuck yeah!” Oh, a pool. Actual water they could go swimming in and cool down. And also, Even.

a garden for your love by eggsntoast (9.3k words) - He’s learning to breathe with them, even if he ends up with a floor full of violets by the end of it all. They remind Isak of him, and that’s all that matters. That’s what makes it worse. or: a Hanahaki au ft. Isak heavily pining after Even. Lots of angst.

I wrote an angry letter to the void, and the void responded (9.5k words) - Monday comes, and the book is still there. Isak looks around, content to find the floor practically empty, before giving the book the finger. Fuck that book. - a book finds it's way to Isak's sacred study spot. this proves to be a major distraction.

a constant state of closeness by chevythunder (9.7k words) - “What is it about this dude, anyway?” Elias asks. “You’ve barely even talked to him, right?” “I don’t know,” Even says. “I just got this feeling, you know? Just- I want to make sure he’s okay and safe and… stuff.” - It starts with a hug.

Is This Our Time? by Evakkk (9.9k words) - This is a world where everyone is born with an indistinguishable soulmate mark... it only changes into something recognizable, once you have physical contact with your soulmate, and it's always something meaningful to the relationship. Both partners will bear the same mark. Isak is about to turn 18... and he's the only one in his friend group who still hasn't found their soulmate. But what happens when he goes out one night, gets drunk... and wakes up with his soulmate mark?

Is This What You Wanted? by cuteandtwisted (9.9k words) - Isak is filthy rich and Even is a hardworking male model who just got signed to his father's agency. Even gets an awful offer from Isak: one night with him in exchange for money, and begins to despise him. Little does he know that everything he thinks he knows about Isak is wrong.

Just like in the movies by Lokkanel (10.5k words) - As he began taking in his surroundings, Isak realized he was in one of those small theaters that programmed independent and artsy movies, even old black and white films. He was ready to turn around and walk away when he heard a deep voice say, “Halla.”

my tiny heartbeat in his ear by riyku (11k words) - Now, about a week after the longest day of the year, the empty house across the street has stopped being empty. most beautiful things by scarletbluebird (12.7k words) - This fic is a whole ass journey. Warning for pain. This isn’t a fairytale, Isak tells himself. Even is standing at the bend in the road. He looks like a metaphor for immortal life: the youth a god would kill for. Ambrosia eyes, the universe trapped in the curve of his mouth. He looks like every warning from his mother about strangers you run into after dark.

One week by Lokkanel (12.8k words) - This thing going on between Isak and Even, whatever they called it - fuckbuddies, friends with benefits - was simple, fun, nothing more. They were friends, they were both free to do whatever they wanted with other people. They’d just meet and have sex whenever they felt like it. Simple. Until what was bound to happen eventually did and Even fell for Isak.

Plum by Jamz24 (13.2k words) - Femme!teacher!Even asks masculine! plumber!Isak to fix a broken shower on a scorching hot summer day...And if you think it sounds like the start of a porn film you're absolutely right! There's LOADS of smut but ... with LOTS of feelings

Never be the same by nofeartina (14.2k words) - It starts with a bet - one of those really stupid ones: can they last an entire month without any kind of sex?It’s been 22 days – and Even is dying.

Somewhere I’ve never been by MinilocIsland (14.6k words) - The first time Even meets Jonas' best friend, nothing goes according to plan.

If I Should Fall Behind by MinilocIsland (14.7k words) - The plan for tonight had been crystal clear. Stay close to his best friend, and steal her away if needed. Hold her hand through the ordeal of meeting Noora again for the first time in years. Then Even shows up – and suddenly, nothing goes the way it was supposed to.

All I Ever Wanted by MinilocIsland (14.8k words) - Isak is such a good friend. Probably the best there is. How else could he explain that he's agreed to join Magnus to this place deep in the woods for six full days of silence, meditation, and utter boredom? One thing, he knows. There's nothing exciting for him there. Right? Or: the silent retreat AU.

******* Bonus *******

Season 3: Jonas by Laika_the_husband (WIP, SBB 2021 fic) - There is a scene in the end of the script for season 1, where Jonas and Isak kiss each other on a dare. This story is a retelling of season 3 in a universe, where that kiss happened and completely changed the way Jonas sees Isak. Written in Jonas' POV, the story examines sexuality, love, friendship and coming to terms with never getting the boy you shouldn't have fallen for in the first place.

What the fuck is wrong with me? by notanugget (11.6k words) - The five times isak felt guilty for being in love and the one time he didn’t

thanks for the weed, thanks for everything by evak1isak (13.1k words) - Jokael. Jonas' dealer has moved to Denmark, and Even recommends his friend's weed. What Jonas didn't expect, though, was to develop a crush on a boy, on Mikael.

******* WIP *******

Baby, why do you have to shine so bright? by Lilacpotter - Even knew he was radiant, and he was used to people always wanting to be around him, enchanted by his captivating words and glowing smiles, as if he was the tantalising sun. But then one day, he comes across someone who shines much brighter than the sun itself in Even’s eyes.

Lonely Hearts Club by EndingsNotTheStory - The Hearts Club. A show run by Isak and his 3 friends. He's kind of had enough with hearing about people's relationship issues and giving advice. Until the guy from his theatre class and Isak's totally not crush Even calls, dealing with relationship issues. pining

#evak fic rec #skam fic rec #pining #mutual pining #first half of the list #to be updated

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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THE CHOICE

Prompt: When Finn starts to act weird,Y/N has her suspicions as to why he’s acting like that. But the reason behind his acts might surprise her.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Finn Bálor(Fergal Devitt) x Reader

Warnings: Angst, jealously, smut(implied), fluff

Notes: I love me some jealous/clingy/needy Finn 🥰 Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

I rolled my eyes for the 5th time, as I heard him knocking on my home office door AGAIN, for the 8th time, in a 10 MINUTES break! I swear to God, I’m gonna loose my fucking mind if this keeps happening every 2 minutes!

“Come on in” I slight angrily said

“Hey again love, I know I’m bothering ya,but I really need your help with something!” He sheepishly smiles

“What is it now Finn?”

“I was thinking about ordering some pizza for dinner what do you think? Also I wanted to bake some cake for us, but I don’t know where ya keep the measuring cups”

“You? Pizza?” I ask in disbelief and he just nods with a sweet smile on his face

“And a cake? For us? You don’t even eat sweets!”

“I don’t need sweets, I got ya” he gives me a cheesy smile

“You’re so corny” I laughed “I thought you followed ‘a strict diet that excluded sugar and carbs’ so you could ‘keep your abs in shape for the girls’ “ I said imitating the words he used to say to me,to make me jealous,so I would agree to go out with him on a date.

“Fine, those were poor choice of words from my part, but on my defense I was trying to impress ya”

“Impress me, by making me jealous?”

“Reverse psychology love. I had to make ya think that ya didn’t want me so ya could really want me and accept my dinner invitation” He proudly said

“What? That makes zero sense!”

“But it worked didn’t? Here we are, 4 years later!” He gave me that devilish smirk

“Whatever!” I responded holding my laugh

“My answer is yes for the pizza. And the measuring cups are at the top shelf,where I keep the wine glasses” I turned to my desk so I could continue to work.

“Do ya want to help me?” He asks, with an innocent voice

“Finn, I’m working babe... I have to finish this report ‘til 3 p.m.”

“Oh” he says with an upset voice “Is John coming over to get it?” His voice changed from upset to slightly angry

“Yes, he’s coming over by 2 p.m.” And I regretted those words as soon as they left my mouth.

“Why is he coming by at 2 p.m. if you don’t have to deliver it until 3?” I turned around to face him and oh boy, my Irish man was not happy at all! It took a lot to take Finn out of his smiley happy mood but one thing that it sure did the job perfectly was John, my ex-boyfriend!

The company that I worked for was used to make some freelance contracts with certified translators, and by the irony of fate John was a very high requested certified translator. So it was no surprise to me when I found out that the big boss wanted to sign a contract with him, but what I didn’t saw it coming was that I would be the one designated to work with him. As much as I would like to decline it, I have bills and I need them to be paid, so I suck it up and accept the very bad taste joke fate has put it in my way.

But Finn on the other hand was not having it! He was recovering from an injury, so he was home 24/7 not being able to do what he loves, but now he also has to deal with John coming over,always showing up earlier and leaving way later than he was supposed to, while in the mean time tried to flirt with me...4 times a week!

I wasn’t very fondly of it either but like I said, this is my job! I can’t just say fuck off to the big boss, I need to pay my rent damn it!

To be honest Finn was acting pretty weird ever since John reappeared from the ashes... I expected some sort of jealousy attack or something but he just.. I don’t know.... He wasn’t following his diet(which was very weird considering he took that very seriously even when he was injured)started to act all needy and clingy, like a little boy. He followed me around EVERY WHERE, always needing to be comforted, wanted to be kissed and touched as often as possible and kept interrupting me every 2 minutes to draw my attention from work to him. I’m not gonna lie, I was getting slightly annoyed. I just want to get this damn job done, so I can stop looking at my stupid ex boyfriend’s face 4 days of the week, but Lord give me strength, cause Finn wasn’t helping me,not even one bit!

“Finny...”

“Don’t Finny me and just answer my question please”

“I don’t know why is he coming by at 2, my sunshine” I tried to remain as calm as I could

“Did you asked him to come by earlier?”

I turned to face him with a very annoyed look of disbelief on my face

“Are you seriously asking me this? Oh boy, I just hope that this is one of your bad taste jokes...”

“I am serious! Did you or did you not asked him to come by earlier? It’s a simple question!”

“You know what Fergal? I’ll just pretend I never heard that, because the last person I want to fight or lash out is you” I said as I turned to my desk again.

“Oh great, so you’re choosing him huh?”

“What?” I looked at him in shock

“If you want him back, then fine, go with him!”

“What the actual fuck are you talking about?”

“John! That’s what I’m talking about! I know you want him back! If you want to choose him and be with him go for it! I don’t care!” He screamed and turned away closing the door so forcefully I thought it was gonna break in half.

“Where the hell you think you’re going Fergal?”

He did not just accused me of wanting that asshole back plus started a fight and walked away! Well he should’ve known better, because now I was ferociously angry as I followed him to our bedroom ready to punch someone in the face!

“Fergal, don’t you even dare to lock that do-“

The motherfucker just closed the door in my face! And lock it!

“Finn, open the door!”

“Go away Y/N”

“Fergal don’t be so ridiculous!”

“I don’t wanna talk to ya”

“Finn open the door damn it!”

“It’s 12:30 ya should go and get ready for ya boyfriend”

“YOU are my boyfriend”

“I know ya don’t want me, ya want him, no need to lie! So don’t make this worst for me and just leave please...”

His voice sounded so sincerely hurt that all of my anger washed away

“Finn...baby, what is this all about? Why are you acting like this?”

He didn’t answer

“Finn?”

Still no answer

“C’mon Finny, don’t be so childish,love”

When I was left speaking alone for the third time I went to the bathroom down the hall and grabbed the spear key to the bedroom that I kept it in the drawer of the bathroom cabinet.

I opened the door to find Finn lying on the bed with his back facing the door.

“Finn” I tried to get him to talk, when it didn’t happen I walked to the bed and laid down beside him.

Solid 20 minutes had passed and he still didn’t said a word, so I gave up, got up from the bed and when I was about to go out the door he whispered

“Are you gonna choose him?”

I turned around and made my way back to my original spot.

“Can you at least look at me so I can answer you properly?”

He turned around and I had never seen such a broken look on those beautiful ocean eyes of his

“It’s ok if ya want him back, I understand it...”

“Finny, where did you get all these from baby?”

He shrugged his shoulders

“Finn look at me, I would never EVER in a million years leave you for John baby! What makes you think that?”

“I don’t know...he’s better than me in everything. He’s taller, prettier, more successful, more educated...I mean he match with ya perfectly...”

“Finny why are you saying such bad things about yourself? John’s got nothing on you babe! You’re my sunshine, my everything, the only man that I want, the only man that I need!” I cupped his bearded cheek and suddenly something hit me

“That’s why you were doing those things? The baking, the junk food, the being extra needy and extra clingy?... Is this your way to show me that you’re jealous?”

“Not really....this was my way to make ya choose me instead of him... I wanted to be the perfect man for ya.. so ya wouldn’t leave me...”

My heart broke with those words and my eyes filled with tears.

“Baby no...” Was all I could say before I pulled him towards my chest and let his head rest on my breasts.

“You ARE and ALWAYS will be the perfect man for me! I love you for who you are! You don’t need you to change anything, you were and will always be my perfect gift from the universe. My ray of sunshine”

He looked up and I couldn’t help but kiss him passionately.

“You promise?”

“How can you even ask that?” I smiled

“I’m sorry for the things I said before... I was angry and jealous..I was just so scared to lose ya..” He hugged me tighter and pecked my lips

“You’re stuck with me Devitt!” I chuckled

“I wouldn’t want it any other way love” he sweetly smiled at me

“So my baby boy is a jealous one huh? Getting all clingy and needy...” I teased him

“Ya have that effect on me babe” he laughed

“He needs constant proof that he is loved” I started to kiss his neck

“And wanted” my hands roamed his chest and abs

“And needed” my hands stopped at his crotch

“Hmmmm what are ya doing love?”

“Maybe” I straddle his hips “I should show you how much I love you” I started to hump him “Need you” I lowered my lips to his ears “And just how much you turn me on”

“That would be nice ya know?” He said with a low voice and placed his hands on my hips to establish a rhythm to our now dry humping.

“Yeah? Would you like that baby?”

“Mmhhmmm..that would be a great confidence boost for sure love” He started to kiss my neck

“And how could I help you with that?”

“Oh I’ve got a few ideas...”

“So tell me”

And my eyes closed to enjoy every dirty thing that beautiful Irish man wanted me to do with him.

And boy I was more than eager to!

#finn balor imagine #finn balor smut #finn balor x reader #finn balor one shot #finn balor fanfiction #finn balor #fergal devitt #wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe fanfiction #masochist writes

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diamondcamefromhell · 4 years

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I wish I were her

geralt x fem!reader [as a gender-fluid person i swear i will try to write more gender neutral pairings in the future but writing ‘straight’ is easier for me as i spent most of my life dreaming strictly ‘straight’ when i idenfied as a girl and was in fucking narnia closet even from myself, sorry guys, gals and non-binary pals <3]

A/N: A LOT of shit is going on in my life, as is everyones, so I am not making a comeback yet babes, but i did get not sober and listen to heather just now and decided to write my first ever geralt fic, say whaaaaaaaaaaaat? i made him super soft and honeslty maybe a bit out of character but let a person dream okay either way

truly, i hope everyone is doing okay. the world sucks and i know people have personal problems to deal with. i hope youre okay. i hope this fic distracts you a little. I love you all. as much as a stranger can love a stranger which i believe is a lot, i fukcing love you.

Summary: Y/N has met both, Geralt and Jaskier before, but when they visit again things dont go as she expected

Warnings: violence, self-hate, blood, nsfw [but not explicit because hey hoe im a virgin]

Word Count: 2239

There was something about him she couldn’t quite place. She got lost in his eyes before and she would do it all over again. His touch left marks on her skin that seemed to burn whenever her mind wandered back to him. He changed her life forever and then he left. Only his songs were sung by other folk, pinging at her sides, reminder of those few nights he was hers. And she was his. Nothing else mattered then.

But he was a bard. A man with purpose, a man with goals. And she was just a farmgirl, no more special than any other person on the continent. She was sure that there was nothing this world had to offer her, and those moments of bliss were the best she will ever get.

Yet, when Jaskier and Geralt were passing by again, she jumped on her mare, going to the tavern in a heartbeat. Her anxiety was eating at her insides, making her shiver as she pushed the door open. Unpleasant smell of alcohol and sweat hit her, but when she saw him she got high on a different kind of drug.

But this one had no price.

His eyes were shining as he was smirking as his friend, who was brooding. Jaskier took a moment to look around, glazing over her as if she was nobody. Her heart banged in her ears as she took a few shaky steps towards the table. Loud noises coming from around her seemed to drown out when his eyes met hers. There was slight recognition, or she tried to tell herself that.

“Hello.” She managed. Geralt glanced at her, mumbling something under his breath, but her attention was elsewhere. Y/N eyes were drilling Jaskier, who furrowed his brows, smiling.

“Hello there.” He said cheerfully. His eyes looked somewhere behind her.

“Jaskier, right?” She asked, even though she knew. She knew exactly who he was and what his lips tasted on her and how they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

“Right. We’ve met before?” Y/N heart shattered a little, but she grabbed the broken bits, not letting them fall apart, holding it together.

“Awhile back, when you and Geralt stayed here. He was here on a contract for a wraith. You wrote a song for that one.” She rambled on, finally taking a breath in.

“Oh right!” His eyes were still glassy but he pointed at the seat. “Join us.”

“Jaskier.” Geralt grumbled, but still scooted over when she sat down. His yellow eyes seized her up. “Y/N.”

“You remember me?” The girl was taken back a little, the witcher was the one who hadn’t forgotten her. Not Jaskier. She blinked twice as Geralt didn’t respond, but rather looked at the bard.

“I remember you too, Y/N!” He argued battling Geralt’s gaze.

“How have you two been?” Underneath the table she clasped her hands together, only now realizing she’s sweating.

“Good, good. Lots of work to do around here, right Geralt?” There was nothing but silence coming from his companion. “He’s a bit shy, but you know that already.”

“Right.” Silence settled between them as Geralt downed his ale in one gulp, leaning back a little. He seemed to zone out, having a thousand-yard stare, his mind traveling elsewhere. Y/N looked away from him.

Jaskier was glancing around the tavern just as a server came up to them. Y/N seized her up, in her pretty dress and golden curls than bounced behind her back perfectly behind her back. Her smile was perfect, making Y/N fill with envy as she leaned over to Jaskier, exposing her cleavage to them all.

“Can I get you anything, sweetie?” She whispered as Y/N leaned back, swallowing hard.

She suddenly became aware of her tattered dress that had, what she hoped to be dirt, on it. Her hair was tied back but she haven’t brushed her hair today, so it most likely was a mess. She shifted, smelling pigs and sheep on herself. She became aware of all her flaws as if they were broadcasted to the world.

She wanted to burst into flames this very moment, becoming aware her cheeks are burning red. Suddenly the table became the most interesting thing in this tavern as she drowned out their conversation. She couldn’t listen. She couldn’t see. But when she lifted her eyes, the woman had sat down and Jaskier had one of his hands over her shoulder. He was laughing. The woman looked at Y/N.

“Hey, Y/N!” She, however, didn’t know the servers name, so all she could offer was a polite nod and a forced smile. “You look pretty tonight.”

“You do too, Amelie.” Jaskier said, before Y/N could respond. She dropped her gaze to the table as Amelie laughed. It sounded like bells in the wind, like a bird chirping. It was perfect. Y/N took a sharp breath in.

She zoned out again, not listening to Amelie and Jaskier again. She simply couldn’t. Geralt was looking at her, his eyebrows furrowed. He could tell Y/N was uncomfortable, he couldn’t understand why she simply didn’t leave. The girl chose to torture herself.

Amelia stood up, going back to her work, and only then did Y/N look up again, her expression different from before. Corners of her lips were turned down as she watched Jaskier look after Amelie, completely mesmerized.

“Jaskier.” Geralt called but Jaskier kept his eyes on the girl. Y/N shifted in her seat again, clasping her hands tighter.

Until she felt like she was going to burst. She stood up, muttering something under her breath. She tried not to run, but she couldn’t. She heard Amelie say something, but it didn’t matter. Nothing did. Her eyes burned as her mind kept replaying Jaskier wrapping his hands around other woman. He was not hers, and Y/N knew.

But her heart ached so much, she felt like her chest was about to rip apart. Her insides were burning and her head was spinning as she untied the horse, riding it into the moonlight. Y/N didn’t realize she just took Roach. She didn’t realize the rain had come down heavily on them. She didn’t realize she was crying.

She didn’t realize she was going right into the woods. Alone. At night.

Only when a wolf howled uncomfortably close, she stopped the horse in its tracks. It neighed uncomfortably as Y/N stared into the woods, until she heard a howl.

She ushered the horse just in time. A pack of giant wolves jumped out as they rushed forward. Her heart was beating for a different reason. The rain was making it impossible to see as she held on for dear life. A moment later she shifted in the saddle and her leg hit a sword that was mounted on the horse.

She realized the mare wasn’t hers. With adrenaline pumping inside of her she tried to unbuckle the sword with one hand, while keeping the other one on the reigns. She struggled and the wolves were catching up. Her life was flashing before her eyes and the dread was filling in, but she knew she hadn’t lived enough yet.

She remembered Jaskiers kiss as vivid as if it was happening now, finally freeing the sword. It was heavier than she expected, throwing her off balance. Roach turned right too, unexpectedly skiting off the hill. The horse took a sharp turn, standing on its hind legs and Y/H hand slipped off the reigns. With a painful thud, she hid the ground.

Roach neighed in fear, rushing off into the woods. Y/N had to blink hard before she could see again, and when she did, her heart dropped. The wolves had her surrounded, their angry growls making hairs on her body stand up. She saw the sword dropped to her right. Out of reach. She was done. There was nothing she could do anymore.

She closed her eyes, hoping her death would be quick.

She heard a thud first. Then, something heavy dropped on her. Her eyes shot open and she saw a decapitated beast on her. Warm blood was soaking through her dress, sending shivers down her spine. Y/N only then sae Geralts back, and his sword drawn, a few more wolves laying in front of him.

The rest of the pack was slayed quickly too, as Y/N stared blankly, too scared to move. All she could smell was blood. As she could feel was fear and relief mixing inside of her. She didn’t like they made together. Her vision became blurry again. And when Geralt finally turned to face her again, she covered her mouth with one of her hands, tears streaming down her face.

Unexpected kindness shined from the witcher as he leaned down, pushing the wolf corpse off of her. His hand landed on her shoulder heavily. In response, she rushed into his arms. He just held her as she sobbed into his shoulder.

He wasn’t bothered by the rain that was drowning them both or that she reeked of blood or that he had just cleaned these clothes. He just held the girl, who almost seemed like a child, shaking in his arms, gripping onto him like he was the last straw holding her together.

“I’m sorry.” She finally managed, not pulling away. His hands around her tightened.

“Not your fault.” He rubbed her back gently as she took a few shaky breaths in.

“I didn’t mean to take Roach.” She leans away, meeting Geralts yellow eyes. He smiles.

“I followed you because you did. You’d be dead otherwise.” Y/N swallowed hard again, blinking back a new wave of tears. Geralt kept his arms around the girl, which she appreciated.

“Thank you.” Her voice broke.

Silence settled between them as Roach seemed to come back to them. It neighed, shaking its head as Geralt and Y/N stayed on the ground, in the dirt. Gazing at each other.

She saw warmth in his cat eyes. There was something welcoming and inviting in them, something that made her feel safe. Like a fireplace on a cold winter night. She felt okay. Nothing could hurt her as long as she was in his arms. She was sure of it.

“I am sorry you had to follow me here.” She breaks the silence, relaxing her body.

“I’m sorry you had to leave like that.” Geralt grows serious again. “Jaskier didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know.” Y/N closes her eyes now, feeling the rain roll down her back. “I just wish I was enough.”

“You are. For the right person.” Her lips shake a little as she leans forward, placing her forehead on his shoulder.

“I just want to be enough.” She whispers again, as Geralt gazes into the woods. His hands tighten around her. “Pretty enough. Nice enough. Just enough to be loved. Enough to be remembered.”

“I didn’t forget you.” Geralt reminds sending a electric wave through her body. She sniffles, opening her eyes, staring at her hands.

“You didn’t.” He now grabs her shoulders pushing her away. They lock eyes, as she is suddenly drawn to his honey.

“And I wont.” Her heart skips a beat as she thinks he might lean in for a kiss. She is ready. She wants him to do it, but instead, he stands up, dragging her up with him. “Let’s get you dried up.”

She remains silent as the witcher drops her on Roach, jumping behind her. He takes the reigns, and so does she, her hands still shaking. She leans back into his chest, feeling his breathing as he guides Roach back towards the tavern.

Y/N is sure she hears wolves howl in the distance but she closes her eyes and feels safe with Geralt sitting behind her, steady and unmovable like a wall. Unbreakable.

Once she opens her eyes, they are back. He helps her down the horse, holding onto her as they enter the tavern, but this time, he guides her up to stairs. The room they entered was a bedroom, but Geralt guided her to a bathroom where a warm bath seemed to be ready.

Y/N looked at Geralt who had taken his shirt off. He glanced at her.

“You’re going to bathe with your bloody dress?” She felt a rush go though her body. Her lips curled.

She dropped her, standing there uncovered in front of him. His lips curled as he dropped the remains of his clothes. They didn’t stare at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, but just enough for their eyes light up with hunger.

They stepped in the bath, warmth surrounding them as Geralt placed his hands on the sides of the bath, towering over Y/N, who was half underwater. His eyes were eating her up as his muscles tensed up.

“You’re pretty.” He said.

“Shut up.” She flushed, going underwater to avoid his gaze.

She didn’t expect him to follow, but he did, pressing her to the bottom. His lips found hers, breathing in the air her lungs craved. He wrapped his arms around her, dragging them both from underwater. The kiss didn’t split.

And there Y/N was, surrounded my candlelight, electricity running over her body again, drowning in honey and metal. She felt whole again, she felt safe. She felt loved and important, she felt seen when he locked eyes with her.

She wasn’t Amelia, no. But Y/N was herself.

And she was enough.

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A/N [again]: i lost the plot at the end im sorry i had a whole ass bottle of wine and i got super saddo towards it so yikes, hope you still enjoy, requests are open ofc but it might take me two years to get to it and im not kidding okay luvs i love yall bue

#will tags work #witcher x reader #geralt x reader #tags never work for me #for fox sake #geralt fluff #soft geralt #jaskier an ass #i love jasky but idk #i felt a bit of geralt tonight #also like what #i am tired #this sucks might delete later #hahaha #okay #bye #tags pls work #thankx

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princessjungeun · 4 years

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Sunshine on A Cloudy Day: Sana x Reader

tw// chronic illness, hospitals, needles, mention of cancer

it’s a high school au btw

this is based on my personal experience. pls be respectful as it wasn’t easy for me to write this :)

Your alarm played through your room, waking you up immediately. You pressed snooze at least seven times before actually getting up and dressing yourself for the long day that was to come.

You pulled on your favorite t shirt and pajama pants before tugging on a sweatshirt. You checked the time before packing your bag, making sure to add your laptop and phone along with their chargers, snacks, socks, favorite stuffed animal, and a few extra school assignments.

By the time you made it downstairs your mom was already waiting for you. Quickly she handed you an apple and muffin to eat on the car ride.

“Okay sweetie I have a meeting this morning from 8 until 11. I’ll bring you lunch, just text or call and tell me what you want.” Your mother spoke not taking her eyes off the road as she drove.

Your mom pulled out her wallet and handed you two familiar cards, telling you to tuck them away until someone inside asked for them.

“Alright sweet girl I’ll be back soon, if they have any issues call me and I can sort it out.” Your mom kissed your forehead before letting you out the car, watching you walk inside before driving away.

Your feet felt heavy as the familiar smell of saline and disinfectant filled your nose. You grabbed a disposable mask off the lobby desk and put it on.

As you started to walk towards the elevator a woman called after you “maam!”

You turned around and pulled down the mask “don’t worry I’m still a minor. I’m going to the 4th floor.”

The woman nodded and gave you a thumbs up with a smile before turning back to check in adults.

It was still early so not many people were in the hallways, except the emergency wing. It is always packed no matter what.

You made your way to the fourth floor hoping if you wakes slower you just wouldn’t have to go. But that wasn’t how it worked and you knew it.

When you entered the waiting room you found a seat by the window. The dull grey sky offered no source of light, leaving you to rely on the fluorescent ceiling panels for brightness.

“Miss Y/LN?” The woman at the desk called your name, waving you over.

“Good morning sweetie haven’t seen you for a few weeks now.” She smiled as she spoke her tone was calming but also happy.

She asked “you got the insurance card for me?” You nodded and handed her one of the cards waiting for her to tell you how much you owed for today’s visit.

“And you have a $30 copay today, would you like to take care of that now?” You nodded and handed her the second card your mom gave you earlier. She finished checking you in “alright they’ll call you back in a bit.”

You sat down and pulled out your phone knowing that your girlfriend was actually awake now.

Y/N: hey

Sana 💞: good morning jagi

Sana 💞: you have an appointment today right?

Y/N 💘: yeah...kinda just wanna go back home

Sana 💞: it’s okay i’ll come over after school and make it better

Y/N 💘: you don’t have to i’ll be fine, this isn’t new

Sana💞: no girlfriend obligations

Sana 💞: i’m coming and you can’t stop me

Y/N 💘: okay fine

Y/N 💘: i’ll text you later, they’re calling me back now

•

It didn’t take long for your nurse to call you back and get you situated in a treatment room. There was only one other patient along with you. It was a little girl no more than 3 years old. You didn’t know exactly what she was getting but your heart broke at the thought considering what department you were in, Cancer and Blood Disorders.

It took 3 hours for your IV bag to get delivered to your floor so you turned on the tv hoping something good was on. You settled on Moana, the only thing that wasn’t the news.

“Alright love we just got your bag, you know the drill, vitals every ten minutes for the first 30 then i’ll come every hour. We should have you out in 5 hours if everything goes well okay?” Your favorite nurse Haseul explained to you quickly what was going to happen.

You found yourself in this same spot with her every couple weeks so she knew how you liked things to go.

“So how’ve you been missy? How’s Sana?” She poked your side getting you to smile for the first time today.

You told her “she’s really good...I haven’t seen her in three weeks though. She got sick for two and she had finals this week, but today is her last one.”

Haseul checked “so you didn’t see her when she was sick right? You know you can’t be around that with your anemia.”

You nodded softly remembering why you were even in the hospital in the first place. What was once a slight iron deficiency quickly turned into a chronic anemia that couldn’t be healed with oral supplements. Doctors had no other option than to put you on infusion treatments which sucked.

Although people were definitely going through worse, especially in this department, that didn’t take away from what you dealt with. The constant fatigue, dizziness, falling asleep in class, hair loss, being malnourished, all of it a constant reminder that you weren’t like most.

“Y/N!” Haseul snapped her fingers in front of your face.

You blinked rapidly “sorry what?”

Haseul responded “it’s okay I just needed to make sure you didn’t pass out on me. I need to put on your heart monitor.” She placed the stickers on your chest before grabbing the IV kit she placed on your lap earlier.

“Alright in your hand or arm today?” Haseul knows you prefer the arm but she always asks in case you change your mind.

You simply pointed to your arm before extending it so she could access your vein. Finding your vein was no problem, as you still had a raised bump from the last time you got treatment.

“Okay...and one two- there you go.” Haseul secured the IV with a Tergaderm, which was weirdly enough your favorite part of this whole process.

She left you and cane back every ten minutes to check your vitals before disappearing to help another patient for a bit.

You ended up spending the first two hours dozing in and out of sleep, waiting for your mother to call you. Eventually you did in fact wake up, and to the smell of your favorite food.

Your mother sat in a chair next to you on her phone talking to who you assume is a coworker. Quickly she hung up the phone so she could talk to you instead.

“Hey hows it going so far?” She asked with slight concern.

You told her “ fine just sleeping to pass time that’s all.”

She smiled before handing you a bag of food hoping it’d bring some form of joy to your day.

•

You both ended up enjoying an early lunch together but unfortunately she had to leave the hospital for an emergency meeting. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen so you were used to it, she’d simply be back at the end of your appointment.

Your phone buzzed next to you, pulling your attention away from your mother’s absence.

Sana💞: how are you doing so far?

Y/N💘: it’s good. I’m watching Aladdin now :)

Sana💞: i wanna be there with you rn instead of in math class

Y/N💘: your day is almost over then you can see me

Y/N💘: think of it that way

Sana💞: yeah but i still wish i was with you

Y/N💘: soon

Sana💞: ok fine. i have to go i love you

Y/N💘: i love you too babe

Around the third hour you became irritable and ended up walking the hallways with Haseul. She was honestly the only thing that made you feel normal in this place.

When the two of you got back you were tired and worn out from the walk. It didn’t seem like a long distance to most but you definitely were feeling it.

You found your spot back in the treatment room, sitting in your chair and reclining it back. Just as you were going to close your eyes Haseul called your name.

“Y/N. You’ve got a visitor would you like her to come back?” Haseul didn’t bother to open the curtain to tell you who it was so being the curious girl you were, you allowed it.

Sana walked in with a smile on her face, it was like your sunshine on a cloudy day. It was clear she had just finished school as she was still in her uniform, and she was wearing her backpack.

“Ho- Sana? Why? How did you even get in here?” You asked her through a laugh.

Sana responded “nobody stopped me downstairs and I know you’re on this floor. The lady at the desk outside was very nice too!”

You immediately sat up, not realizing that was a bad idea given your position. Closing your eyes tight you tapped your finger on the arm rest of your chair, waiting for the dizziness to stop.

When you opened your eyes you saw Sana in front of you, a frown on her face. It broke her heart to see you, her girlfriend, in this state. You always tried to make it seem like you weren’t sick but it was very obvious that you still were no matter how much you pretended otherwise.

She placed a blanket over you before running her thumb along your face and softly saying “my baby girl...”

You smiled at her knowing it might possibly make her less sad but it didn’t do much.

She could tell you were tired so she told you “it’s fine just sleep.”

By the time you woke up it was time for you to leave. Haseul had flushed your IV and took your vitals for the last time while you were asleep.

Your mother was downstairs in the parking garage waiting for you and Sana so you could go home.

It was clear by the look on your face that you felt nauseous, a common side effect of your treatment, from the second you stood up.

Sana gathered your things and help you put on your sweatshirt and bag before you two headed downstairs.

You interlocked you’re hand with hers as you felt dizzier with every step you took. She could tell you were having a hard time but she knows how much you try to hide it. When you both made it to the car you fell asleep almost instantly.

Sana helped you to your room, quickly helping you to bed before stealing some of your clothes to wear for herself.

You sleepily held out your arms for her, a soft whimper leaving your lips. She crawled under the covers and you immediately clung to her. You were shivering as if you were standing in snow with only a bathing suit on. Your hands and fingers started turning blue, indicating you body temperature was dropping, a side effect of treatments.

Sana pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head as your fingers curled around her shirt, holding her close.

It only took ten seconds before you started sobbing into her chest. As much as you wanted to pretend you were fine and not in pain, you couldn’t hide it anymore. Breaking down in her arms you sobbed until you fell asleep. She felt terrible knowing there was nothing she could do to fix it, but she knew that you appreciated her being there for you.

You only slept for an hour before you woke up in a cold sweat. Your t shirt clung to your back as you kicked off your blankets seeking some sort of way to cool yourself down. That did little to nothing so you scrambled to the bathroom hoping cold water would do the trick.

Sana knew this was yet another side effect of your treatment, a high fever. Your cheeks burned red as you splashed your face with water in the sink. Much to your relief it worked and you were finally able to get back in bed with her.

Your girlfriend held you in her arms tight as if she never wanted to let go.

“Thank you...” You softly spoke as she drew small circles along the small of your back.

“For what?” She asked curiously.

You mumbled “everything...just everything you do for me.”

She giggled softly “you know i’d do anything for you baby.”

Mumbling softly you told her “i love you.”

She responded quickly “i love you too.”

Letting your eyes close you further melted into her embrace as she tightened her arms around you. In the back of your mind you were reminded why you always said i love you before you fell asleep. Besides the fact that you did in fact love her, but if you happened not to wake up tomorrow, the last thing she heard from you was those three words.

Nevertheless you hoped and prayed you’d wake up in the morning to see her smiling face.

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #twice fluff #twice scenarios #twice imagine #minatozaki sana #twice sana

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obsessive-ego · 4 years

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Disappointment

Musical BeetleJuice x reader

nsft content

masturbation, voyeurism you know the drill with me

sometimes things don’t go the way you want, beej spys on reader chan while jerking it, and things don’t exactly go as planned, reader cahn is okay with it, beej, not so much

i apologize for this mess

Recently the Deetz have asked you to "babysit" beetlejuice while they were on a vacation, the maitlands also pleaded this so they could have some alone time, you didnt mind, you enjoyed the demon's presence, and he yours, ever since you sucker punched him after a jump scare gone wrong, he became very clingy to you.

It's been a few days into having beetlejuice over, yes he has spent the night in the past, hell, he's stay over enough times to get comfortable enough to sneak into your bed as you slept, a fate you've just accpected. Despite a his glaring flaws, it was fun having him around for a longer period of time, movie marathons, videogames, messing with delivery people, it was really nice having someone around who could make you laugh as hard as he could, not that youd ever admit it you had a crush on him.

But it's been a few days since you've had some proper alone time, and having beetlejuice constantly hang off you, pull you around, and spoon you while you slept has left you in a pretty uncomfortable state down there, and with the ghoul around it was pretty difficult to fix said issue.

Until today, out of the blue beetlejuice hits you with the gold opportunity to quickly tend to your little annoyance.

"Its been awhile since I bugged some of your neighbors, I'm gonna duck out and have alittle fun, try not to miss me too much Sugar, Daddy will be home in a bit~" and with that he phased through the ceiling, off to do god knows what.

It was now or never, you take the chance and head to your bedroom.

Beetlejuice phases back into your living room, so his hunch was right, you were itching to rub one out, he knew you smelled alittle different, but couldnt place it. Hes been here what? 3 days? And you already aching for some 'fun', this was gonna be good, it's been awhile since he took care of business himself, and would just LOVE for his favourite little breather to provide some stimulus.

He snaps his fingers, camouflaging himself to you, and heads to your room, walking through the door, he's greeted by the sight of you slipping out of your panties.

"Oh ho, already getting down to business huh sweetness? I like a gal who doesnt beat around the bush" he chuckles.

You prop yourself up on the bed, quickly grabbing your bright pink vibrator, and the little bottle of lube, you quickly prep the toy, as much as youd like to take your time and enjoy yourself, this was a race against the clock, a quick fix, you can take your time once your alone for real.

Beetlejuice found your eagerness more then arousing, the fact that you were so desperate to rub one out, your excitment was contagious, the ghoul was already palming himself through his pants, standing at the foot of your bed, the perfect view of you getting yourself ready.

"You're a needy little thing, aren't ya? If you would a asked me I would have loved to help you out Sugar~" he purred slipping his hard cock from its tight prison. His hair an electric pink, buzzing with excitement, it's been awhile since he had the pleasure of watching you masturbate. Unknown to you, Beetlejuice was more then fond of you, he had quite the crush in you, he adored spending time with you, and joking around, but also deeply yearned to pound you into the mattress until you couldnt walk, to have you praise him for making you feel so good, but mostly wanted you to cling to him, to have his favourite breather stay with him.

He adored watching you tend to your physical needs, because one, it gave him a nice little show to help himself out, two, a map on exactly what got you off, which he WILL use on you when he gets the chance, but most importantly, three, you thought of him while you did it.

The first time BJ watched you play with your cute little pussy, he nearly screamed when he herd you shout his name. You were a coward with your feelings, he KNEW you liked him, but recognized you weren't ready to act on those feelings, that was fine, for the time being, he was fine with what was going between you two right now. Friends, close friends, and yes like as he was doing now, beetlejuice loved to spy on you, steal your panties for jerk off material, get pretty handsy with you, just to satisfy his desperate urge to be closer to you.

The ghoul was snapped from his thoughts with a slight groan from you, his attention was drawn back to reality, watching you slide the toy into your aching core. Reaching for his cock, the demon began slowly stoking himself.

You curse through your teeth, it's been awhile, the toy buzzes to life and you jolt, letting out a small moan, as you start to pump the toy in and out you couldnt help but be a tad more vocal then normal, panting, gasping, and groaning.

"What a beautiful sound sugar, I LOVE that voice of yours" he purred, beginning to match your pace.

You were already bucking your hips, pumping little faster, really focused on just getting it done.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, there doll, take your time, enjoy yourself"

You stop,

"What's up babes? You didnt cum yet? Did ya? pretty anti climatic if ya did"

You frown, looking down at your vibrator, you click the button on the base of the toy, nothing, you click a few more times, still nothing.

You let out a small moan as you pull the toy out. Beetlejuice leans in to see what the hold up was, watching you unscrew the base of the vibrator, letting the batteries slide out, you sigh, leaning over to your side table drawer in Hope's to locate some replacements.

Despite this little hold up the ghoul was enjoying the view of you leaning over with that cute little rear up in the air, he wouldn't mind taking that for a ride.

You groan in annoyance taking Beejs attention back to you

"Nothing" you grumble, sitting back.on the bed proper you huff through your nose, after a few seconds of just sitting there you couldnt help but laugh. "That's how it goes I guess, it is what it is, guess I'll take care of this another time" you laugh to yourself as you head to the bathroom to clean off your dead vibrator and yourself.

"NO, doll, come back" the ghoul shouted, not that you could hear him, hard cock still in hand "you dont need a toy to finish, hump a pillow, use your fingers, hell just use the toy as a dildo, you dont need buzzing to get ya off! Get creative for me!" His pleas fell on deaf ears, his heart sank when he herd the rushing water of the shower.

"Great" he grumbles, plopping down on your bed, apparently you could just not finish and be cool with it? Not him, he needed to blow this load, now its not going to be as satisfying, yeah he could use a freshly worn set of panties, but being blueballed watching you quit mid way. Picking up a pair of black panties from the top of your laundry basket, wrapping his hand with the cloth he began pumping his cock, normally this would be very satisfying for Beetlejuice, but now? It felt like a down grade, jerking off just to finish the job.

Beetlejuice returns focus on his shaft, quickly pumping himself, it was rare for him to consider such an activity as a chore, but after losing such a great show his imagination couldnt compare.

The imagine of the disappointment frown you made when your toy died kept crossing his mind, making it harder to focus to get off, trying to shift his focus he grabs a shirt from your laundry basket and begins inhaling your scent, better, but not by much, no fantasy, no dirty mumbling, hell, even his hair had died down in hue.

After a few moments of quick pumping he came, using your panties as a cum rag, he tidied himself up and slid his soft cock back in his pants, not very satisfying, he grumbles to himself and heads to the living room to pout.

Bonus

"Oh hey, how did the scaring go?" You notice beetlejuice was back from his 'outing'.

"Fine" he grumbles

That was never a good response

"You're in a mood"

He huff through his nose "no thanks to you"

You knit your brows together, what was his problem? "Not satisfied with your results?" You sneer

"Doll you have no idea what unsatisfied even is" he laughs

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #nsft

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sophielovesbarnes · 4 years

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All or nothing, chapter two.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Winchester!reader

Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy and cursing.

Author note: Alright, here we are, hot out of the oven! Sorry if it took long, I got stuck on a scene but I finally broke the writer’s block and was able to finish this chapter, we will get to see a bit more of SPN on this chapter.

I hope you enjoy it, please let me know what do you think, dm me if you want to be tagged and remember requests are open.

Chapter one

Masterlist

Chapter two

“Come on ladies! They are not called suicide running drills for nothing!” Your coach screams, you are beyond exhausted, your legs feel like they will give in, in any second now, you are covered in sweat from head to toe and your lungs feel like they are on fire. With the National competition getting closer every day your coach gets more demanding and the training sessions become more intense.

“So.” You manage to get out. “I don’t know if calling him is too straight forward.”

“Well.” Ingrid answers with her chest heaving. “It’s not like you have cared about that before.”

“Winchester! Fritz! If you are able to speak then you are not doing it right!”

Ingrid smiles at you and then you both get back to running, an hour; that feels like an eternity later, you are under the shower letting the water wash away your exhaustion, you still have two classes left and you need to mentally prepare yourself for them.

When you are changing into a pink dress Ingrid returns to the topic.

“So what are you going to do?” She asks while brushing her hair. “Are you gonna call the hot FBI agent?”

“I think I will.” You tie your hair up and close your locker. “There’s something really special about him, I just can’t put my finger in what.”

“Aww little Y/N has a crush.”

“Shut it Ingrid, at least I’m doing something about mine.” You say teasingly.

“Hey I’m your base, you don’t wanna bother me.” You both look at each other with serious looks in your face and then burst into laughter. “No but seriously, tell me how it goes.”

“Will do, bye babes.” You kiss her cheek and then leave the locker room.

During class you are barely able to pay attention, when your psychodynamic teacher is talking about the five stages of psychosexual development and the fixations in the oral stage your mind is traveling far away, focused on soft brunet locks and shy smiles.

After school you go back to your apartment, you order chinese for dinner and when the food comes and you are so distracted you are almost sure you gave the delivery guy a 50 dollar bill and told him to keep the change, you eat absentmindedly and then head to your bathroom toying with your phone, after taking a bath you are on your bed, dressed with clean pajamas and your hair wrapped up with a towel, then you finally gather enough courage to make the call.

The phone rings three times before he answers.

“Hello?” Your heart flutters at the sound of his voice.

“Doctor Reid?”

“Who is this?” He asks, you can hear the nervousness in his voice.

“It’s Y/N Winchester.” You answer calmly .”You gave me your card at the FBI lecture at Louisville.”

“Right, how- how may I help you?” He replies.

“I have a lot of questions, and you told me to call if I had them.” You take a deep breath and then say with a wide smile on your face. “But I thought it would be unfair to just ask without giving something in return, so what do you say about me buying you coffee tomorrow? If you’re still in town.”

Silence.

You mentally slap yourself for being too straightforward, what made you think that he wants to go out with you? He most likely has a girlfriend and here you are throwing yourself to him? God, you are so stupid.

“I-I yeah, that would be…” You listen to him taking a deep breath and then he continues. “That would be nice.”

“Great! We should go to Quills, they make this mean peach- lavender lattes.”

“Sounds good.”

“Does four o’clock work for you?”

“Yeah, that’s okay.”

“Hey pretty boy, who are you talking to?” Says a voice on the back, then the call ends.

You are smiling so hard your cheeks hurt, you have a date; well, meeting with doctor Reid, and you can barely hold your emotion. What are you gonna wear? What are you gonna say? Maybe this was a rash idea.

The ring of your phone snaps your mind out of it, when you pick up you see your brother’s face and on the back you hear the sound of vomiting.

“I’m guessing Jo hasn’t passed the throwing up all the time fase.”

“At this point I am pretty sure she kind of hates me.” Says your Adam.

“I don’t kind of hate you Adam, I hate you, hate you.” You hear Jo say, then the sound of vomiting returns.

Jo’s pregnancy had caught everyone off guard, she and Adam were always fighting or calling each other names, but then at the New Year’s Eve party Ellen threw on the Roadhouse they both had too much to drink and the next thing you knew was that you were going to have another nephew or niece in nine months, there was a lot of crying and at some point Ellen threatened to cut your brother’s balls off, now she was just happy with the idea of having a grandchild.

After the initial shock you were happy as well, this wasn’t your first nephew/niece though, Sam and Jessica had two beautiful daughters you adored, Dean had Ben; who was only a couple years younger than you, which was weird; and with Castiel, Dean had applied to be a foster parent, they now had a little boy; Leo, and were hoping to get another child.

You had such a beautiful family and were so grateful for it.

“How are you baby sis?” Adam asks, ignoring Jo’s comment.

“I’m good, very tired, our coach is killing us, and I have a duckton of homework, but in general things are going great, what about you, how are things going on Kansas?”

“Things are good, the workshop is getting a lot of cars, Sam, Jess and the girls visit us every now and then, and Dean and Cas are all about Leo.”

“That’s gonna be you in a couple months you know? Have you thought of any names?”

“Jo likes William or Genevieve, I like Magnolia or Jebediah, Jo doesn’t like them so we have reached an impasse.” You see Jo exiting the bathroom and standing next to your brother.

“Those are old people’s names, tell him Y/N.” Jo says. “Tell him they are horrible names and we are not naming my child like an old person.”

“Our child” He corrects, “And they are good names Joanna.”

“I hate to not be on your side bro, but Jo is right, they are horrible.” You say.

“Thank you Y/N at least one Winchester is using her brain.” Adam rolls his eyes and you laugh.

“They are good names!” Adam insists.

“No they are not.” You and Jo say at the same time, she was your best friend and somehow you were always in synchrony.

“Now if you can’t reach an agreement Y/N is always a good option, it has character, it’s pretty, and let's be honest, the world could use another Y/N Winchester.”

“We don’t need another traitor.” Adam answers with false hurt.

“Ugh, stop being such a drama queen Adam, you know what? Your baby wants an Oreo McFlurry.”

“Five minutes ago you were throwing up and now you want a McFlurry?”

“Yes, so better get on the road because they are going to close, don't do this for me Adam, do it for your baby.”

“So now it’s my baby?” They both start bickering and you swear they already act like a married couple, eventually Jo wins the discussion, because being honest there is no better argument than “I am carrying your baby” so Adam says his goodbyes and leaves grudgingly. You and Jo stay talking for hours, it’s almost 3 am when you hang up, and you fall asleep right after.

When you wake up you feel well rested and you feel like you slept for so long, the sun comes bright through the window and your whole body feels relaxed, which is weird because you went to sleep really late last night, which gets you thinking that you never heard your alarm.

Wait.

You take your phone and press the side button, but the screen doesn’t turn on.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You didn’t charge your phone, so the battery is dead which means that you are probably very late, you look up at the watch that’s on the wall, which indicates that it is already 12:15 in the morning, you are definitely very late.

You jump out of the bed and run to the bathroom, no time for showering, you brush your teeth and get dressed with a pair of jeans, plain white t-shirt and sneakers, you tie your hair on a high ponytail, take your bag and run to the kitchen, you grab a banana and a bottle of water and run out of your house.

You race on the road and make it to school on record time, at this time of the day it is barely impossible to find a parking space that is empty, when you manage to park it’s almost one, you mentally curse, get out of the car and run to the classroom, this promises to be a hell of a day.

*****

Spencer has never liked this kind of conferences, they bring him back to his college years, which are not something he likes to think about, he didn’t have the standar university experience, most of the time he was made fun of, being the target of stupid pranks or being just ignored by his classmates, so yeah, college wasn’t something he remembered fondly.

He was on edge until yesterday, when he saw you on the lecture; he had already seen you on the football field being thrown into the air and then landing perfectly with a magazine worthy smile, of course he thought you were pretty, because you were one of the prettiest girls he had ever landed eyes on, but you were also most likely the type of girl that only cared about vain things and would have never noticed him if you had been one of his classmates; he was proved wrong during the lecture.

You weren’t only pretty, you were also smart, probably the smartest girl in that classroom, you were informed and you clearly cared about the topic, and when the lecture ended you went to him, when all the girls went with Morgan or Rossi, you decided to go with him; he was in such a rush he even had the bravery to give you his card.

And then the impossible happened, you called him, and not only that, you asked him out and he hasn’t felt this nervous in ages.

“Reid, Reid.” Morgan’s voice brings him back to the room, he and Rossi are looking at him with worry. “Everything alright pretty boy? You have been acting weirder than usual since yesterday.”

“I am fine.” He answers almost automatically.

“Are you sure?” Rossi asks with an eyebrow raised. “We are worried about you kid.”

“Yeah.” He says. “Colleges just bring me to the edge.”

“Well, don’t worry about it pretty boy, we are just going to be here three more days and we are back to Quantico.”

“I know.”

*****

The whole day you feel like you are running, you are late for class which gets you a reprimand from your teacher, which gets you late to your next class, which ends up getting you late to cheerleading practice. Your coach is so mad she has you running suicides and practicing toe touches until your legs feel like jello.

“Point your toes Winchester! And smile, you have to sell it!” She screams at you, everytime you jump you feel your muscles pull and your empty stomach hurls, you are almost sure that if you keep jumping you might throw up.

When your coach finally lets you go it’s already 4:20, you mentally do the math, if you go to the locker rooms and shower you will be in the coffee shop at almost five o’clock, and agent Reid is probably already waiting for you, so you just grab your bag and run to your car mentally cursing yourself for not charging your phone.

****

Spencer manages to escape Morgan and Rossi, avoiding their questions and he makes it to the coffee shop you indicated by 3:45, minutes go by tortuously, he sees people coming in and out from the coffee with cups on their hands, he sees people laughing and students dragging their feet, the exhaustion of exams and projects reflecting clearly on them, he gets a lot of looks and he starts to grow desperate, he calls you over and over but the calls go straight to voicemail.

By 4:30 he decides you stood him up, this was most likely a prank, how did he not notice? He was a grown ass man, an FBI agent, he was a profiler and still he fell for it. He feels terrible, how could he believe such a beautiful woman would ask him out and actually show up? He takes his bag and gets up from the chair, when he is leaving he sees a car parking and a y/h/c haired girl wearing a Cardinals hoodie and grey yoga pants getting down and running to the coffee shop.

It was you, you didn’t stand him up, you were actually there, he can barely hold his emotion.

“Doctor Reid.” You say, your forehead is covered in sweat and your chest is going up and down rapidly. “I am so, so, so, sorry, did I make you wait too long? I’m sorry, my phone died, and my alarm never went off, and I’ve been late everywhere, and my practice lasted too long, and i didn’t have your card so I couldn’t call you from another phone, and I came here right out of my training, so I must smell like a monster and I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t wait for long.” He lies, and you smile at him, and he can swear it is the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. “Should we order?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You lead the way and stop at the bar. “Hey Lindsey.”

The redhead barista smiles at you and then you look at him and he notices how your y/e/c sparkle with the white lights of the coffee shop.

“What do you want?” You ask.

“You said something about peach lattes?”

“Peach-lavender lattes, it sounds weird but they are great.” You reply, and by this point he’s sure he would believe if you said the moon was made of tofu.

“I’ll have one.”

“Great, two large peach-lavender lattes and a bagel please, can I also borrow your charger?” Lindsay marks your order on the cash register and tells you the total, when Spencer takes out his wallet you stop him. “No, I said I was buying.”

“No, I insist.”

“Doctor Reid, put your wallet down, I was terribly late and I said I was buying, you can pay the next time.” The fact that you imply that there might be a next time makes his heart flutter.

“Alright.” He agrees, when you get your orders you sit on the table he was waiting on and there’s a moment of awkward silence he is not sure how to break. “So, so you said you had questions?”

“Yes, I do.” You take a sip from your coffee and then look at him, he is expecting questions about the FBI, but that’s not where you go. “You have three PhDs, three BAs and you are only thirty-four, how is that even possible? Are you like a genius?”

“I, I don’t believe intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, eidetic memory and can read 20,000 words per minute.” You stare at him with your eyes wide open and a smile on your lips. “...yes, I’m a genius.”

“That’s… wow.” The conversation flows after that, he talks about some of the most interesting cases he has had, you intervene every now and then making questions or comments that always seem to go to the correct point, and he feels like he can speak freely with you.

“Well, the vast majority of unsubs with a similar MO aren’t driven by the killing, they are merely fascinated by the body parts, it’s like they psychologically exist in a realm where fantasy meets delusion, it’s basically like the blueprint to create the perfect serial killer… I’m rambling aren’t I?”

“It’s okay, it’s fascinating, please go on.” You are one of the only persons he has ever met that reacts that way, most of the time he gets interrupted, he is about to start again when your phone rings, you take a look at the screen and then say. “Sorry I have to take this, it will be just a sec.”

He smiles and nods and you slide to answer.

“What is the point of having an expensive phone if you never answer? Do you know how worried I was?”

“Hi Dean.” You reply, internally laughing at the overprotectiveness of your brother.

“Don’t “hi Dean” me, where have you been? Why haven’t you been answering your texts?”

“I’m in a coffee shop, and my phone died last night and I couldn’t charge it until now.”

“Who are you with?”

“I’m with a… friend.”

“Friend? Are you out with a boy? Who is he? Let me talk to him.”

“Stop being so jealous Dean.”

“So you are with a boy.”

“I’m sorry I have to go, love you, bye.” You say and you don’t even give him time to protest before you hang up. “Sorry about that.”

“No problem.” He must have guessed you wouldn’t be single, he feels jealousy invading him, and he fiddled with his empty cup. “Was that your boyfriend?”

“Gross, no.” There’s a wave of relief when you answer that, and he probably shouldn’t feel it, he’s leaving in a few days, it’s not like there’s the possibility of a relationship. “It was my brother, he can get all Mama Bear when he is worried.”

“Oh, is he your only brother?”

“No, I have three, Dean, Sam and Adam, I am the youngest, like by far, Dean is 19 years older, Sam is 15 years older and Adam beats me by 8 years.”

“That’s a big difference.”

“Yeah, Dean and Sam are my half-brothers, from dad’s first marriage, their mother died when they were very young and dad took it very hard and started to move them around the country, that’s how he met my mom, he went to Minnesota they had a one night stand and she got pregnant, but she didn’t tell him about Adam until he was like six, then he went back to Windom, they fell in love, dad moved them to Kansas, he married my mom and then they had me, hence the age gap.” You explain. “What about you? Any brothers or sisters?”

“No, I’m an only child, I grew up with Doctor Who and Star Trek as my companions.”

“Doctor Who?”

“Yeah, it’s, it’s good.”

“I know, I’m not gonna act like I didn’t mourn for a week when Ten left Rose on the beach.”

“You like it?”

“I may look like your stereotype cheerleader, but I’m a huge geek, Dean and his best friend Charlie made sure of that.”

The conversation flows as freely as water after that, for some reason you find it easy to talk to him, you tell him so many things you haven’t even told Jo, you talk about everything, favorite holidays; yours is Christmas, his is Halloween; tv shows, characters. You delite with his rambling and pay attention to every word he says, when you finally realize it, the sky has turned dark and you are the last people in the coffee shop.

“I think we should probably let them close.”

“Yeah, we should.” You both take your bags and stand up. “Hey, when are you leaving town?”

“On friday.”

“Let me make you dinner, I make a killer lasagna.” You look at him expecting an answer but he can barely say anything, he just had an amazing evening with a gorgeous girl who is now inviting him to her house, he should probably pinch himself to make sure he is not dreaming. “Spencer?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“It’s a date then.”

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culticunti · 4 years

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hi can i get the whole alphabet with bakugou? ty xx

hey <3 i hope u enjoy these! (//ω//)

A... Affection - How do they show affection?

Bakugou is usually very prone to mood swings, and the same could be said for his temperament in your relationship. He can be smiling and affectionate one moment, and the moment someone else walks into the room, he'll be stoney faced, as if nothing ever happened.

B... Babe - What kind of nicknames do they give you?

Katsuki may not seem like it, but he’s very comfortable using nicknames for you. His personal favorites are Babe, Sweetheart, and Moron. The two former were reserved for behind closed doors, but the affection on his face as he calls you a moron in public is so plainly obvious it hurts.

C... Coddle - How differently do they treat you in a relationship/out of a relationship?

The difference between how he treats you and how he treats everybody else is almost laughable. To everyone else, he’s this raging figure of fury and harsh words, but to you he’s nothing but rough hands and heartfelt words.

D... Daddy - Do they get along with your parents?

Since he was a little kid, Katsuki's mother had drilled it into his skull how to be respectful of his future partner’s parents. Though his short temper remains, he definitely puts on a facade around your parents. It makes you happy, after all, seeing your family adore him, and he wants nothing more than to make you smile.

E... Earful - How talkative are they about your relationship with other people?

Bakugou is surprisingly vocal about your relationship. Though he doesn’t bring it up unprovoked, if Kirishima or one of his other friends ask, he’ll be more than happy to tell them how great of a partner you are to him.

F... Flaunt - Do they brag about you?

Again, Katsuki won’t go out of his way to show you off to his friends, but he will slip a few words in here and there about how pretty you look in bed and whatnot if Mineta and Kaminari get too out of hand while ‘observing’ you.

G... Gifts - Do they spoil you?

Believe it or not, Bakugou loves to spend money on you. It may not be obvious from an outside standpoint, but he’ll make sure to pay for meals before you can notice, will buy you anything you’ve even so mentioned in passing to him, etc.

H... Heartfelt - How do they compliment you?

Compliments from Katsuki are a rarity, but each and every one feels just as special as the first. His words are soft when he says them, voice low, almost as if he speaks them too loudly they’ll turn on him and turn into insults. The first compliment he couldn't help but let slip out, a small “Wow, Baby, you look… you look amazing.”

I... Intuitive - How easily can they read your emotions and comfort you?

Bakugou doesn’t have much of an issue with recognizing when you’re upset, but the issue arises when he expects you to bring however you’re feeling to him first. He always feels like he has something to prove to you, even if he’s so very cocky in the other aspects of his life, and he doesnt wanna overstep.

J... Jealousy - How easily do they get jealous over you? vice versa?

Katsuki gets jealous very easily, even if he hardly ever acts upon it. Mostly, though, it’s when Kaminari and Mineta are saying filthy things about you he knows could never be true, but he just can't help it when his palms start to spark and the room catches the scent of burnt sugar. You, on the other hand, hardly ever get jealous over Katsuki, if only because of his piss poor attitude around everybody but you. Occasionally, a stray female fan will approach him and you’ll feel your heart pang, but he always brushes them off and spits at their feet before they can speak to him.

K... Kisses - Where is their favorite place to smooch you?

Katsuki’s favorite place to kiss you is the back of your hand and your forehead. Once, at the beginning of your relationship, you said you loved it when he did that, and that it made you feel like the most special person alive, and he hasn’t stopped doing it since.

L... Lonely - How attached to you are they?

Unsurprisingly, he’s fine without you during the day, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t hard for him to sleep without you at night. Ever since his kidnapping, Katsuki freaks out when he wakes up to an empty bed. His heart stops in his chest, and his breath dies on his lips as he shuffles around blindly in the dark looking for you. When he finds you, he wraps his (admittedly slightly sweaty) arms around your waist and hold you tight until the sun rises again.

M... Mannerisms - What silly things do they do for your attention?

Funnily enough, if Katsuki feels like he’s not getting enough attention, he’ll pick a fight with a classmate and get heated enough for you to come over and have to calm him down. In private, he’ll tug on a lock of your hair if you’re too preoccupied with your phone or a game that you’re playing to give him any attention.

N... Name Tag - Who’s name would they take after marriage?

Bakugou would insist on hyphenation after marriage. He, by no means at all, wants to erase all the accomplishments you’ve made using your own last name, but he feels more secure knowing that you now bear his last name.

O... Oath - What promises have they made you?

The biggest promise Katsuki has ever made to you was to never shout at you. It’s hard for him to control his volume, as his ears are constantly ringing due to the nature and proximity of his quirk to his eardrums, but he does his best to make sure you never feel as if he’s upset at you. Even if he does get upset, you’re always there to calm him down before he gets too out of hand and hurts himself or others.

P... Provoke - What silly things do you do to get their attention?

When Katsuki isn’t paying you any attention, you occasionally swipe his phone and press random numbers on his password screen, even if you know his password by heart. It only mildly irritates him, as he doesn’t have anything important on his phone, but it’s still a small inconvenience.. However, he can easily overlook that if it means that you want his attention.

Q... Quiet - What are some things that they do that renders you speechless?

After going a while without being around Katsuki, the way he smells always shocks you when you reunite. The air around him, sickly sweet with the smell of his caramel sweat, fills your lungs as you stand there, immobilized by his beauty. His small, tight lipped smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle when he holds you in his arms never fails to make your words die on the threshold of your lips.

R... Rapt - What part of you did they notice first?

The first thing Katsuki noticed about you was your grit. Even if you’re not a very confrontational person, he really admires your sense of self-worth when others question it. Your sass, as well, always makes his lips curl, and your eyes- god, your eyes- do so many unimaginable things to him and never fails to make his stomach feel like a swarm of butterflies.

S... Sour - What kind of candy do they like to share with you?

A little known fact about Katsuki is that he absolutely adores sweet things. Honestly, it’s a miracle he hasn’t gotten any cavities from his late night snacking yet. He has a secret stash of all his favorite candies underneath his bed (sealed shut of course, he can’t stand the thought of bugs getting into it.).

T... Truce - What’s one thing the two of you will never agree on?

Bakugou is too hot headed to admit that any other type of manga besides romance is at least halfway decent. As an avid consumer of horror manga, you can’t help but roll your eyes when you notice new volumes of his favorite series stacked on his bookshelf.

U... Unconscious - What’s something they do around you without realizing it?

Whenever Katsuki holds your hand, he’ll rub circles into the back of your hand absentmindedly. You find it quite cute how often he gets lost in thought, and every time he startles when his name is called after being spaced out you can’t help but stifle a giggle.

V... Vulnerable - What’s a topic that you should never bring up with them?

The attack on the training camp is one, if not the single most sore subject to katsuki. His nightmares are vivid, and his knees practically wobble when he remembers how helpless and useless he felt back then, even if he pretends it doesn’t bother him. For the weeks after the attack and after he was home safely, you were practically glued to his side, watching over his every move and making sure he didnt do anything stupid.

W... Weightless - What’s the happiest they’ve ever been around you?

Katsuki can’t pinpoint the first time he realized you were the best thing in his life, but if he had to choose a moment, it would be the first time he kissed you. Or rather, you kissed him.

The sky was alight with stars, and the two of you had spent the day hiking up a small mountain in the countryside. The stars seemed to whisper to him, calling his name and capturing his eyes prisoner to their beauty. Next to him, the only thing you were prisoner to was your own desire to confess your love to him right there and then.

So you did, and with the heavens as your witness, you grabbed him by the collar of his stupidly bright All-Might t-shirt and opened his eyes to a beauty so much greater than the stars- you.

X... Xanax- How do you calm them down?

A hand through Katsuki’s hair, a soft kiss pressed into his neck, and a few comforting words and Katsuki is down for the count.

Y... Yearning - How often do they find themself thinking about you?

Even if you’re the last thing he should be thinking about, Bakugou is always thinking about you to some degree. You practically live in his mind 24/7, but the same could be said about him living in your own head rent free.

Z... Zzz - Do they fall asleep easily?

Katsuki’s favorite and most frequented place to fall asleep is in your lap. With your fingers running through his hair, you talking quietly about your day, and the dull hum of the air conditioner in the background, he feels like he’s on cloud nine.

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codyfernmorelikedaddyfern · 4 years

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We Won’t Have To Hide - Xavier x fem!reader

Took me longer than expected but Xavier didn’t deserve to be forgotten so I turned him into Romeo and gave him a Juliette. Kinda.

This basically started with a “what if (Y/N) fell in the bungee pit instead of Chet” and I ended up re-watching episode 2 and 3 on repeat. Discussions are not 100% accurate but dats on purpose...

Description: As a scream tear through the right, Chet, Trevor and Xavier find (Y/N) impaled in one of the bungee pit made by Jingles. As the night progress, silent questions are answered and regrets are forgotten.

Warnings: Injuries, mention of blood, mention of smut, death, slight angst and jealousy, mention of past relationship. Xavier being the love of my life. You know the drill. I have broken it up in 3 sorta parts in case you guys need a break…

Word count: 6.1k+ (and can you believe it’s only MENTION of smut?).

The blood curdling screen that sent the birds fly away shattered through Trevor, Chet and Xavier during their race to get Bertie and Margaret. “Shit, was that one of the girls” the athlete enquired. The cries turned to whimpers.

“Fuck, we have to help” Trevor carried on, gingerly pulling himself and the two others towards the noises. The moans subsided and for a second, they thought she might be gone. But the blonde one heard it. A gentle cry followed by another yelp of pain.

He inched himself closer to the large pit that spread across the dirt way and for a moment, the young girl was startled. She tried to push herself off of the large spike that had pierced through her shoulder when she fell inside of the bungee pit with Ray.

If it had been Jingles, she hoped he would make her end a quick death and the thought of it brought a new wave of tears to spill out of her (Y/E/C) eyes. “Hello? Is someone out there?” the pain of her injury made it hard for her to breathe, each movements of her chest causing a jolt of pain to travel through her.

Trevor stood by Xavier’s side when he shone his light into the hole she was trapped into. “Just leave me alone” her voice begged. His heart pumped heavily in his chest and he feared it would jump out at any second when his gaze fell into the girl’s.

“(Y/N), Xavier could not believe his eyes at what he saw.

- Xavier? She replied, her breath becoming uneven once more at the sight of the boy. Thank god it’s you!

-What are you doing down there, babe, Chet asked before receiving the most frightening look from the blond.

-I-I think I’m dying, she looked down at the blood that had soaked what was her favourite white tank top. There is this stake through my shoulder and I can’t move. Xavier, I’m begging you, please get me out of here.”

All three men looked at each other, the athlete and his brunette friends giving Xavier a look. A heavy sigh left his chest and he handed his torch to Trevor. “Hang in there, I’m coming down” he breathed while Chet helped lower the instructor down the pit.

She watched him drop down and nearly meeting the same fate that she did by getting impaled and her sobs picked up again. He gingerly manoeuvred himself through while Trevor and Chet kept a lookout.

“I thought you were Mr. Jingles. I thought I was dead” she whispered as he moved closer. Pulling all of his courage together, he tried his best to calm down, his voice shushing her small cries. “It’s okay, honey, everything is going to be okay” he gently whispered, starting to lower himself to reach her eye level but as he knelt down to her, he witnessed how bad the situation was. The forced smile he used to try and reassure (Y/N) left his features

All the tears and the blood covering her face nearly brought him to tears. He perched his hand on her exposed thigh absentmindedly, both of their gazes settling upon the massive protrusion jolting out of her shoulder. “Damn, that looks gnarly” he admitted, his hands cupping her cheek in a gentle attempt to calm her down.

“It was him, it was Jingles” her sobs picked up again as she somewhat relived the events that had transpired in the last hour or so. “Ray… He fell in here too but he didn’t get hurt and he left me alone her” her cries got slightly louder, the fear for her life pumping in her chest. “He told us you go separated” Xavier whispered before she faintly shook her head no. “He’s fucked up. He’s got serious fucking issues, Xav.”.

His eyes travelled to the large spike piercing through her shoulder with a heavy sigh and he brought his fingers to it, getting the girl to whimper in pain. “I feel like we’re going to need a real doctor to come and pull you out of this, baby” his voice was faint once again and his fingers dug deeper on her cheek to help her cries stop.

A heavy crack pulled Chet and Trevor’s attention away for the pit. They quickly tried to shush the painful cries escaping the girl’s chest, informing the pair that someone was coming and panic took over (Y/N). “It’s Jingles! Please Xavier, you have to get me out of here” she begged, her sobs turning heavy once more while she brought her uninjured arm up to wipe her muddy face. Panic spread through the instructor. “Well, I’ve never done this before” he said before looking up at the two other guys asking them to hurry up “I don’t want to kill her”.

“Better you than Jingles” Trevor said while Chet busied himself by erratically looking back towards the sound of the approaching steps. The blonde’s attention was now fully on her tortured face, crinkled by the pain and he leaned closer to her small frame, licking his lips in hesitation before speaking again.

“If I kill you, (Y/N), I’m so sorry.

- If you don’t and we manage to get out of here, I promise that we-, worry was laced in her tears.

- You’re not lucid, don’t promise anything, he interrupted her, crimson spreading on his face.

- Just get me off of this, please.

- On three?”

She nodded, mentally pulling herself together while Xavier helped arrange her legs to help her stand once he would slide her up her up. His toned arm linked behind her back while the other two watched from above, worry growing in their gut as the footfalls became louder, closer. “Ready?”. She shook her head no, whimpering and gently sobbing. Her fingers tugged at his jacket and, without warning or even counting, he muttered a loud “Three!” and pulled her nimble frame from the stake.

She thought her lungs may implode as a terrifying scream tore through her throat, breaking the boy’s and Chet’s heart as it made more of the birds flee. Her cries were louder than before as her shoulder was freed from the trap. Quickly, Xavier pushed her against his chest, applying firm pressure on the gushing wound on her back.

“He’s coming! Let’s go!” Chet complained as he crouched down, dangling his strong arms towards the girl as the blond wrapped his arms around her knees and lifted her up to his friend so she could be pulled out of the pit, the aerobic instructor quickly climbing behind her, receiving the help of Trevor while the athlete pulled the grunting girl back past the treeline.

He gently sat her against a tree while she cried, holding her wound tightly, blood spilling between her fingers. All three male were now gathered by her, trying their best to shush her whimpers while she attempted to suppress them, the jingling of keys becoming too dangerously close for comfort.

Xavier removed his lilac jacket, gently wrapping it around the small frame of the girl and he delicately tried to pull the fabric of her top from the wound, helping her wince.

“Hey, hey, hey, (Y/N)”, the blond’s soft hand gently covered her mouth while her panicked eyes found his soothing blue ones. He brought a finger to his lips, shushing her softly as she grabbed the opportunity to somewhat calm down.

Trevor’s hand gripped tightly on the other two men before pointing at the silhouette standing by the pit and quickly, their face morphing in horror. The other hand of the boy sat on her cheek, overlapping his own digits while he watched the looming figure examining the hole.

The digits relaxed against her mouth as Xavier gently brought her face to nuzzle his neck to help suppress her uneven breath. “We could take him. There is three of us” Trevor murmured as he looked back at the other two male counsellors. “I can’t leave (Y/N) alone and Jingles has a knife” the blonde one replied but it did not change the determined look on the face of his friend.

His eyes looked at Chet then Xavier and finally (Y/N) shuddering in the arms of the instructor. “His knife versus my guns” he reacted, patting his muscly arms before lunging towards the raincoat covered body collapsing into him and having him tumble at the bottom of the bungee pit.

Chet sprinted to him, shouting about how awesome the whole thing was while Xavier gently shifted (Y/N). “Hey, kitten, can you walk?”. She faintly nodded before he pulled them up to their feet. The whimpering picked up again as she pushed herself closer to her saviour.

“Just so we’re clear… That wasn’t Jingles” Trevor mentioned as he held the rubber mask the boy had dropped by falling down. Panic picked up again. “We need to get her to the infirmary” Chet said, pointing at the female that Xavier was clutching so tightly against him with jealousy burning in his eyes.

They quickly walked off of the pit, Chet having taken over the responsibility of carrying the injured counsellor. As they pushed the door open, Trevor and Xavier quickly pulled together the cot to help her lay down. The athlete peeled the purple jacket off of her little body and tossed it towards Xavier and for a split second, he was hoping he could cover her with his own coat.

She gently slumped forward and the blond guided her down to lay on the mattress after it being pulled together to quickly. The older man scanned through the cupboard while she was lulled by the blond’s voice once again. “Everything is going to be okay, honey. We’re going to get out of here and go back to the city.” he shushed at her while receiving a pair of safety scissors. He looked at the tool, confused but quickly went for the aim of her tank top, snipping the fabric open. Looking up for help, he received an impatient look by Trevor who motioned towards the girl’s bra while he pulled out different gauze and bandages.

“I’m really sorry” the counsellor whispered to his female friend before snipping the small band of fabric between the cups of her bra as well as her straps, moving every bit of fabric that could get in the way of the wound.

“I don’t feel good, Xav” her voice was just a whisper. Stars were clouding her vision and a ringing impairing her hearing. “Am I dying?” she continued, looking down at the wound right before gauze were pressed against her. The horrifying sight of her shoulder made her feel lightheaded enough for her head to roll back, unconscious.

The room fell silent and worry was plastered all over Xavier. “Oh Shit!” he murmured as tears started to stream down his eyes. Chet went to nudge her slowly, calling out her name while Trevor scampered through the cupboards again. “She has lost a lot of blood” he informed the worrying pair. “She’s dead!” Chet shouted while tears clouded his eyes.

The older man reached forward, pressing his hand against her small throat and feeling her weak pulse, informing them that she was not gone yet. He reached back and pulled a large syringe from a drawer, earning a worried reaction from both of the other men.

“Whoa! Whoa! What are you doing?! Xavier shouted defensively, anger and pain still burning in his eyes.

- It’s Epinephrine, for peanut allergies and shit, like, it’s pure adrenaline!

- Are you even sure it’s going to bring her back, Chet wondered as his eyes darted between the two men.

- It’s not going to make her worse, Trevor finished.”

The younger men looked at each other and gave the other one a nod before he stabbed the needle deep into (Y/N)’s chest and pushed the liquid into her system.

A second.

Two seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Xavier’s eyes fluttered shut as tears pooled to his chin, slumping against the wall behind him, sniffling, already feeling the heavy sobs building in his chest. Chet looked up at the girl then back at Trevor, worry tainting his gaze. “Trevor… It didn’t work” he said in a broken whisper as he captured his lips between his teeth.

Lunging forwards, their friend’s body jolted awake in a chain of screams and gasps, everyone jumping to their feet and taking a wide step back while a giant gush of blood spurted out of the wound and sprayed the furniture around her.

She shouted as her eyes fell on her chest. Sure, she was more exposed than she had wished to be and her breasts were peppered in purples and blues from recent love bites she had received that she was not too proud about showing off. But the reason of her concern was the large needle poking out of her chest. “What’s happening? My heart is beating so hard I feel like it might burst out of my chest”, she exclaimed while her fingers pulled the tool out with a little whimper as as Xavier eased her back down on the cot. “At least it’s beating” he whispered, the sad tears replacing happy ones and he went to apply pressure on her wound once more.

“We need Ray and Montana to get here with the cops now, Trevor commented while he grabbed the lilac jacket that was previously covering her by Xavier’s side.

-No, Ray is a fucking coward, (Y/N) confessed while painfully shifting on the mattress. He left me there to die, he told me he killed someone in college and that the cops were looking for him.

-And I thought making porn was bad, the blond slipped as his eyes wondered against the girl.”

Both male looked up at him as his gaze made eye contact with the injured, her eyebrows drew together “What?” they all breathed while the dance instructor’s dropped his smile as he realised. He bashfully shook his head. He probably would have been able to live with his involuntary confession if it was only Chet and Trevor in the room but (Y/N) was here too and it took him all of his effort to avoid the prickling of scarlet to spread against his cheeks.

Then it hit him and the audience around him could nearly see the lightbulb flickering above his head as he came up with his idea. “Oh my god! Porn!” his shout escaped his chest as he linked up the dots. “Blake! That guy with the spike through his eyes!” he carried on, applying more pressure on the girl’s wound. “He drove here with his Cadillac and the keys are still in the car” both of the men looked at each other, the plan unfolding. “It’s parked right by the showers, we have a way out” he rejoiced, the concern finally leaving his cloudy eyes, jumping on his feet in glee as his voice got higher and higher in pitch.

“Okay, we’ll grab Margaret and Bertie then make a run for the car” Trevor continued and Chet wondered if they were too late to help both women. In the same moment, (Y/N) peeled herself off of the bed as she tried to encourage everyone to get moving.

Xavier gently pushed his fingers back down on the gauze, laying her against the cot once more. He looked around and pulled a dusty blanket out of the shelves behind him, gingerly replacing his jacket with it and trying his best to advert his eyes in front of his friends and biting his lip to avoid his smirk to pull his face at the sight of the blooming bruises.

“You’re the smartest out of all of us, don’t act like an idiot now” he tucked her in with a little smile. Her stubbornness had always been a turn on for him, chasing after her was probably his 2nd favourite sport after Aerobics. “Yeah, (Y/N), you’re too messed up” Chet blurted in an attempt to break the tension between the two.

“You lay low” Xavier whispered again as he pushed her hair out of her face. “Maybe get some rest, I’ll go get Bertie” he continued by jumping up on his feet, slinking the warm and bloodstained jacket on his shoulders. “I’ll get Margaret” Trevor announced, matching the blonde’s movement. “I’ll stay here since I can carry her and we’ll meet you back at the car” the athlete concluded.

The instructor tried his best to bite back the poison threatening to spew in an array of bothered remarks. Now wasn’t the time for jealousy. Now was the time to try his hardest to get them out of this hell hole and as he noticed her gently swaying in and out of consciousness, he realised that every goddamn minutes mattered.

So he lunged out of the infirmary instead of asking Chet to swap places with him. He was the athlete after all. But his feet carried him to Bertie and ultimately ended up nearly meeting his fate when Jingles stuffed the boy in the oven.

It took Chet a few minutes to stop twiddling his thumbs and find a way to keep (Y/N) awake, pulling out his mental dictionary of knock-knock jokes. Pride filled his chest whenever she would giggle or scoff. “I think we should go now” her little voice whispered and he carefully helped her up, shedding his coat to cover her exposed chest. She smile fondly at him and mouthed a sincere thank you.

He wrapped the covers around her in the cosiest blanket burrito he ever created and the nostalgia hit him. “Do you ever miss us?” his breath tickled his throat as he tried brushing her hair out of her face like he saw Xavier do so carefully. She nodded shyly, pushing a small scoff out of his chest, relieved he was not the only one.

“You were always really good to me” she admitted, averting her gaze from him and reminiscing on their steamy relationship that ended several months after they had met the group of friends they had collected. They had simply drifted away from each other but would allow their bodies to crave each other in heated midnight visits long after their break up until it suddenly stopped, months ago.

He hooked his arms underneath her, picking her up as carefully as his body allowed him. “I sometimes think I still love you” she confessed and he felt his heart gently tug. “And then you remember how clumsy and brash I am and you change your mind?” he teased as he slowly started to make his way to the showers, his ex-lover draped in his strong grip. She jokingly nodded. “Remember that time you dislocated my jaw when I was giving you head and you were too ashamed to tell the ER what had happened to me?” she gently laughed, reminiscing on what they had and what they both missed.

She might have let him love her one last time if they were on the brink of death and if her shoulder wouldn’t gush out with every quickened heartbeats. She tried to convince him it was the only reason and he somewhat agreed with it.

She knew deep down it was because their flame had burned too quickly and now someone else was igniting her and Chet knew it. He knew how she would look at Xavier because, a couple of years ago, she looked at him like that.

Jealousy was buried in his chest and got dug up slowly whenever he would catch him looking back at her. He also recognised the sparks in his friend’s eyes because that’s how he imagined his own eyes sparkled whenever he used to be looking back at her.

But he tried reminding himself that what his chest bloomed with when he watched them talking a couple of nights ago by the changing room was only jealousy. He could not hate them for being attracted to each other, what sort of friend would he be?

But he remembered how he caught them. Her back was pressed against the wall and he was propped in front of her, one of his hand in his pocket, the other pinned next to her face, both of their body practically begging for the other’s touch.

Chet was convinced that if he had not “clumsily” kicked the small bucket by his feet (he definitely did that one on purpose) when he noticed (Y/N) pulling herself on the tip of her toes with her hands wrapped against the aim of his trouser’s pockets and Xavier confidently leaning in, if he hadn’t kicked that damn bucket, he was sure that they would have shared what he assumed was their first kiss right then and there.

He fell silent as he carried her, his body language slowly shutting down with the realisation that she really wasn’t his anymore. She wouldn’t nuzzle against his neck like she did with Xavier. She wouldn’t wrap her arm around his shoulder like Xavier. She wouldn’t even look at him like she looked at Xavier.

He knew he wasn’t as attentive, gentle or caring as him, probably not as attractive either. His hands weren’t as soft and he wasn’t as good of a listener but he knew she loved his defined features, his chest hair, his strong body and the way he could carry her so effortlessly. She did love it and she still did because it made her feel small and protected.

The silence because torturous while he slowly pulled her to her feet, arranging the blanket around her. They eased their way towards the car Xavier had talked about. Flames danced in the horizon as worry twisted their stomachs again. The Cadillac was in flames, Margaret and Montana gathered next to it.

The younger girl watched in horror as she noticed the large blood stain tainting the cream covers wrapped around her friend, surprise laced in her eyes when she noticed the gentle hold Chet had on her.

With thick smoke billowing out of the car, there was no way out and when a large explosion broke from the hood of the vehicle, it dawned onto all of them that the chances of leaving this place were now were impossibly slim. The loud thrashing of the engine caused the athlete to push his ex-lover against his chest and soothing her hair like he had watch Xavier do earlier. But he wasn’t Xavier. And he couldn’t make her melt with his touch.

“That was our way out” the raspy voice pulled (Y/N) from the hypnotic dance of the flames, her eyes falling on the glistening finger he was pointing, trailing up his arm and ending on the heavily blistered featured of the instructor, earning a heavy gasp from everyone. The chatter around her blurred in her ears, she could not detach her eyes from his tortured face, pained by the vision and the imagination of what he had been put through.

“It’s not big enough” his voice pulled her out of her shock. “No one can see. We need to build a signal fire big enough for a place to see” he started to explain while everyone tried to convince him otherwise. She could not help but feel her heart break at the breaking of his voice.

His voice she was so used to hear when he would give his lessons. That’s how she met him. He had just started teaching aerobics in LA and she was in desperate need of shaping up. Chet was supportive of her decision and he signed up to his classes to be with her.

“Xavier, you need to relax, just breath” the athlete said, inching closer to the burnt figure and finally releasing his grip of his ex-girlfriend. She did not let her own grasp go however, her eyes still fixated of his features. “You want me to breath?!” the outrage and panic in his voice twisted his face in a horrific display of anger. It made the injured one shiver in fear. She had never seen his usually gentle soul so full of rage before.

He brought his charred hands up to view, showing off the damages the oven had caused on his body. “I have breathed the fire of a thousand white hot suns” his voice broke and so did her heart. He erratically looked for a branch then quickly plunged it under the hood of the Cadillac while they all shouted at his to stop. (Y/N) didn’t. She just stood there and watched.

Maybe if she asked him to stop, he would have.

He waved the flaming stick in a blurring of words and Margaret crept behind him, bashing his head to render the boy unconscious, breaking the injured girl’s trance. “Forgive me but I had to stop him before he hurt someone” the head of the camp defended herself while Montana watch her female friend peel the blanket for her body, rushing to Xavier. “Let’s get him to a cabin” she whined to the group, reaching down to try and lift his shoulder, wincing in pain.

“I’ll take care of it” Chet breathed, motioning for his ex-lover to step out of the way. “You should really zip up my jacket” he finished, leaving his eyes trail down against her chest and she quickly wrapped the flaps on the coat, Montana giving her a knowing look. Because of course, everyone but Chet knew, (Y/N) thought. But he knew too.

They carried the dance instructor to the closest cabin and laid him against one of the bed. They tried to come up with a plan and Margaret informed the conscious counsellors that she had noticed a couple on the other side of the lake and that she could cross the body of water in a boat in order to fetch some help. Montana quickly dispatched Chet to go with her.

Silence fell upon both of the girls while (Y/N) tried to tend to Xavier’s unconscious body to the best of her ability. In a bit of a huff, Montana kicked up a bunch of dust and left the cabin, mumbling about going to find Brooke.

She watched the door swing in horror and she quickly went over to close it behind her friend. She went back by Xavier’s side as he mumbled a jabber of words before jolting awake, his eyes falling into the ones of the girl.

“Are you okay, she gingerly asked, afraid to even hold his hand.

- The fire… did it work? His voice pleaded, gasps escaping his chest. Is someone coming?

- No one’s coming, baby…

- Oh, he sighed, his head falling back against the pillow. Where is everyone?

- Chet and Margaret went to get help and Montana went after Brooke.”

The conversation grew silent for a few minutes as she sat at his eye level. She quickly looked around the room, sure that everyone was gone, before planting a small kiss on his lips that he quickly returned with a gentle sigh. “Gosh it killed me to think I would never feel that” he smiled as you softly pulled away from him.

“When I was locked up in this oven, the only thing I regretted was leaving your side without kissing you” his voice confessed. “But if we die tonight, I’ll be the happiest man knowing I got to make love to you before we left this morning” his blistered fingers rubbed her cheek while she smiled back at him. “If we die tonight, I wish we could be doing it all over again right now” she whispered, planting another kiss on his lips while reminiscing of the heated night they shared after Xavier convinced everyone to join in at Camp Redwood.

He took her out for dinner then took her back to his apartment like he had done already more times than he had fingers, and they spent the night tightly entwined as he made love to her through the night.

That night, they had whispered their first “I love you” amidst the strings of praises, mewls and profanities that were being pulled out of their chests.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore, honey” he replied. “I know you don’t want to hurt Chet but we’ve been together for months”. Her eyes lowered and she nodded. “I promise, when this is all over, we’ll never need to hide” she gave him her best smile before he pulled her lips against his once more, reminiscing of the crazy day that had happened.

She remembered giggling at the reaction of Ray and Montana when Xavier picked them up in the morning. “How?! She doesn’t live on the way from yours to here” Ray questioned. “Look at Xavier’s face, They’ve been fucking, Ray” Montana bluntly said, rolling her eyes at his oblivious nature. “More like...Dating” Xavier corrected, his hand tied with his girlfriend’s. “What?!” the other man shouted as the door of the van slammed shut while Montana furrowed her brows, “How long?“ Montana finished.

“Are you still talking about us dating or what’s between his legs” (Y/N) teased, helping everyone join in on the laughs. “It’s been 3 months” she finished, not expecting anymore laughs but hearing the van fill with gasps. “(Y/N) isn’t ready to tell Chet so keep it on the down low for now, guys” Xavier said, squeezing his girl’s hand tighter and giving her a soft smile.

He shifted slowly to sit up, eyeing Chet’s jacket then his purple coat, silently pleading for her to swap. Catching her queue, she stood up, gently peeling off the jacket, exposing herself once more to him and he stood up, his hands travelling against the shades of bruises he had marked her with the night (or was it already morning at this point?) before and right now, he wanted to add some more to his collection.

“We’re probably going to die tonight, kitten” he whispered as he peeled off the remaining pieces of her bra and tank top with a gasp, grazing the pad of his thumbs against her nipples, hard from the cold while she let out a sigh of her own with the mixture of his touch and the pet name he had found would drive her up the walls.

“Xavier… If we do that, I’m not sure I’ll make it” she confessed, aware that her heartbeat quickening with her release would probably cause her to collapse due to a lack of blood. She looked up at him. Damn, he was still so beautiful, even with all the blisters festering his skin.

She carefully placed her hands on either side of his cheeks, lowering his neck down to taste his lips again. “But I’m kind of okay with dying in your arms if you promise you’re going to make love to me” she confessed, trusting the boy with her life.

He shook his head, gently taking off his jacket to wrap his girlfriend with it. “I told you, don’t act like an idiot now” he scoffed while she started to pout at him. She knew that if he had one weakness, it would be her gentle features pleading for him to give in. And he was on the verge of giving in when he pressed his mouth to hers again.

But the loud crash of the door took them by surprise. Rita raised her hands when (Y/N) grabbed the hammer amongst the rest of the camping equipment by the foot of the bed and threatened to launch herself at her.

She angled herself to be in front of Xavier in a worrying display of dominance and protection. If she had started prowling in front of the nurse, you might have believe she was a fierce lioness looking over her little cub.

“Don’t you fucking come closer or I’ll fucking end you. I saw you try to go for Montana, her voice spit poison at the fake nurse.

-And we saw the real Rita in the boat house, Xavier realised.

-I’m not here to clash, just try to make things right and help us get out of here.

- You tried to punch out friend in the throat (Y/N) continued while she took a step forward, her knuckles white from clutching the handle to tight.

-I thought I could help people all around the world, “Rita” carried on. I never would have put you in harm’s way otherwise.

-The hell are you talking about? Xavier asked, his voice raspier. Angrier.

-I released Mr Jingles and lead him to the camp. What happened here tonight is my fault.

-You did this to me, the man accused, further pushing his anger out.”

(Y/N) twisted her body around to see her lover’s face twisted in rage, heavy tears rolling along the blisters on him. He then pointed at his features. “Look at my fucking face!” his voice boomed through his girlfriend and the impersonator. “My Rabbit is parked in the staff lot” her raised hands shook in panic as Xavier inched closer to his girl, “If the three of us work together, we can make it through”. He quickly interrupted her with a loud No.

His trembling hands pointed at the woman, now standing next to his colleague counsellor. “It’s your fault I’m a monster” his voice hummed louder while (Y/N) gently went to push her fingers against his chest to keep him at bay. “It’s your fault I’ll never be on the cover of TV Guide!” he continued, ignoring her quiet words of mercy requested by the crying girl in front of him. “It’s your fault my future is in radio!”.

Everything happened too quickly but felt like a slow-motion. Xavier wrapped his hands around the hilt of the hammer that was brandished by his lover, pushing her and sending her tumbling back recklessly. His breath left his chest as he launched himself forward, the woman narrowly escaping his wild swing and quickly helping the girl to her feet. “You don’t want to do this” Rita pleaded. “Yes I do” he growled before throwing himself again, this time, falling to the ground at the feet of his girl. She moved away from him quickly while to fake nurse rushed out of the door.

“Get out of my way!” he reached out to shove his girlfriend out of the way, anger clouding his blue eyes as he dashed for Rita. She tried following her boyfriend but quickly got lost and when she found herself by the shooting range and heard the jingling of the keys, she froze.

Margaret’s footfall surprised her and she sighed in relief. “Isn’t Chet with you?” she asked, worried. “We got separated but tell me why you are parading around camp half naked in this oversized jacket stinking of sweat and sex?” was the cold response of the woman. “I-I got injured and my top got ruined so X-Xavier gave me his jacket” A glint caught her attention. The keys on the head of camp taunted her.

But then she noticed another glimmer as Margaret pulled out a blade. “You should not lie, (Y/N), it’s very bad” her boots pressed on the floor, carrying her closer to her victim’s shivering body. Then the pain came back accompanied by the searing pain of the blade being plunged in her belly. A twisted moan spurted out of the woman as she released the knife.

The young girl collapsed to the ground while she held the wound, trying her best to keep the blood from flowing. Her vision was blurred but the next thing she saw was Jingles clutching Margaret’s throat up in the air. Another blink and she saw him, pulling out an arrow from the floor and aiming at the large figure, standing next to the figure that was Margaret. The raincoat clad men tumbled to the ground, multiple arrows sticking out of him.

Xavier jumped up, giving himself a little victory dance until his gaze fell on the whitening face of his girlfriend, propped against the leg of one of the targets. She was crying, blood sputtering down her chin and he rushed for her, tears clouding his own eyes.

Her blinks were long and out of sync, the idea what life was leaving her twisted his stomach and brought a heavy sob to his lips. “I killed him, baby” he whispered as he peppered kisses to her cold lips “I avenged you” he continued. Her head shook weakly, barely able to control any of her limbs.

“We don’t have to hide anymore” he cried uncontrollably, pushing her against his chest in a desperate hug. Her arms faintly wrapped against his chest. “M-Mar-Marg” were the last words he heard before the sick sensation of the knife hit him, sunk deep in his back.

Falling against his lover, they lips crashed one last time while gasping in pain. She closed her eyes first. His followed while his lips moulded to her, their weak embrace carrying them to the afterlife. In their last moments, they finally showed the world. “The lovers of Redwood” because their nickname and, as their soils wandered the soil of the camp long after they were gone, she prided herself. She kept her promise.

They didn’t have to hide anymore.

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Daugherty's Daughter By BlackingPacking

Daugherty's Daughter

By BlackingPacking

Submitted: November 30, 2019 Updated: November 30, 2019

Slutty white wife and mother, Charlotte Daugherty, cuckolds her husband Dan. He takes out his impotent sexual frustration on their daughter, who soon too becomes a slut for BBC

Contains: NTR/Cuckolding, Interracial (Blacked/BBC), father-daughter incest, SPH, dubcon, very extreme

Provided by Hentai Foundry.

Chapter 1 - Cuckold's Frustrations 2

Chapter 2 - Charlotte Gets What She Wants 11

1 - Cuckold's Frustrations

Dan Daugherty always got his wife everything she wanted. He worked for a large finance company, so he could definitely afford it. He and said wife, Charlotte, lived comfortably in their two story house with their beautiful young daughter, Phoebe. Charlotte was now nearing 40, the decade she often teased her scrawny, brown-haired husband, who was a few years older than her, for being. Still, she kept up with herself. She hadn’t worked for well over a decade, since Phoebe was born, and always spent her days at spas, salons, or get-togethers with her girlfriends. Sometimes for days on end. Dan payed for it all, of course. He was used to paying for women.

It wasn’t only his wife. In his company, Dan was a middle ranking employee, with enough power to manage promotions that could get people higher, but he was never good enough at his job to manage much more. This meant that sometimes, timid little Dan got over his head, socially.

This came in the form of a hot blonde girl with big dreams, big tits, a big ass, and a tiny waist. She had straight, strawberry blonde hair, and a little nametag saying Kara on her sweater. She’d work with Dan and saw how, whenever he had to talk to his wife, he never looked at ease. She took advantage of this, and eventually got him to let her suck him off.

Under his desk, Kara put on her reddest lipstick she had on her fat, dick-sucking lips. Excited, she pulled down his pants to see... to see...

Well, it sure was a penis. A short, needle-like one at that, nestled in some curly brown hair on his crotch, but none on his body or legs. Still, Kara wanted that raise. So she sucked him in between her lips, and not very far past, until he came in about a minute and a half.

“What an adorable little penis,” she told him, “I’m sure your wife doesn’t give that cute dick of yours the attention it deserves. Only I see how great it is.” She’s tell him things like that all the time, making him think she was in love, until she got promoted and forgot all about him. Now Kara was his boss, and made sure to always strut in her office skirt around him. She pinched his ass and called him ‘pin dick’ at the coffee machine. She was dating some black male model now, which she never failed to flaunt. “Ever hear of BBC?” She’d ask the young office girls like she was a fucking missionary. She knew she hated missionary. “The rumors are true,” she said. He’d heard one of the office girls got a tramp stamp larger than her hand about wanting to fuck black guys. He hated Kara now, but at least he was happy with his wife.

One weekend though, Charlotte left the house on friday and didn’t respond to her husband

until she strutted through the front door in a new white dress with gold jewelry and her blonde hair curled beautifully. In her cream-white stilettos she was at least Dan’s height, and he wasn’t physically imposing at all either way. Besides, her little hubby couldn’t stop staring at how her bouncy tits and impossibly sexy ass looked in that dress. How could he deny her.

The next weekend, the same thing happened. That sunday evening she returned, she wore a sky blue dress, much shorter this time, and even bigger gold jewelry. It was so short that when she walked up the stairs, he could see right between her legs and her asscrack. He stared at them like a pervy little boy.

When he tried to fuck her that night, she said she was too tired. Still, he hadn’t got to stick Danny Jr. inside any part of Charlotte since his birthday. He had to excuse himself to the bathroom, sitting his unremarkable body on the toilet and jerking his 4 inch dick off to his own wife a few meters away until he came into the bowl.

She promised him she’d call the next weekend. They spoke exactly once, during her lunch on Sunday, when she said she’d be coming home.

That night, in bed, she said she wasn’t horny again. He tried to touch her pussy, but she easily swatted away his thin-wristed arms. Still, he could’ve sworn he felt her wetness. That’s when he began to think she was cheating on him.

He wasn’t willing to confront her, of course. He hoped it was something else. That Wednesday, Charlotte brought home a shopping bag. In it was a sex toy. She said she wanted to ‘spice up’ the bedroom. That meant that she got to fuck herself with that 8 inch blue silicone bullet, while he wrapped one small hand around his cock and jerked off on his half of the bed. He thought about her cheating on him with a guy that big. A guy twice his size. Unlike last week, he came buckets.

She felt generous then, and actually let him fuck her on Thursday. She spread her full, curvy legs for him. Her lace panties dangled from one ankle. Thrilled at finally being allowed to have sex with his own wife, he grabbed onto her, buried his face in her big, soft jugs, and fucked her as hard as he could. It lasted all of two minutes. The rest of the night, she fucked herself with the dildo again. Friday was the same. She went out, bought some new makeup, ate at some overpriced hippie cafe, and fucked herself with her new dildo that night as her hubby curled up beside her.

Charlotte was cheating on him, of course. She met up with a black young entrepreneur, Purcell, who owned one of the African fusion restaurants she frequented. He always talked about African culture, revitalizing black youth. He had posters of Black Panther and Creed on his loft bedroom walls. Charlotte often saw them when she was riding his 12+ inch monster of a dick. She couldn’t see them so well when her back was pushed into the mattress as he drilled her deep. She always squirted on those perfect abs of his. He made her a screamer.

The loudest she screamed though was when he put it in her asshole. For the first few times, on her nights out before that first weekend, it would hurt when he’d simply fuck her pussy. He was 3 times bigger than the dick she was used to having, after all. But soon she got stretched out and used to it. A few weekends in, that was why she bought the dildo. Dan would definitely know something was up if he tried to fuck her before. She was being generous by getting a dildo halfway between the two men in her life’s size. When Dan felt stretching, he assumed it was the toy.

Her birthday was coming up though. The big 4 0. Purcell had promised his busty, leggy girlfriend the time of her life that weekend. But Dan also wanted to give her a real treat too. Charlotte has to do the right thing. The Friday before her birthday, she was outside Purcell’s apartment complex around 6pm right when Dan was getting home from work. She wore jean hot pants and a tight crop top t-shirt that said ‘you aren’t big enough for these.’ What a total slut. She called her husband.

“Hey Dan, it’s Lotte,” she said boredly as he picked up.

“Oh- um, hey baby, how’s it going? Gonna be home soon?”

“About that, honey...” she trailed off.

“What? Hey, I know things have been a little rough between us, but-“

“What? I think we haven’t been happier in years, Danny.”

“Oh-“ he paused.

“Do you think I’m cheating on you?” She said curtly.

“I- buh- duh- what? No, of course I don’t think you’re cheating on me. Why would I think that. I mean, sure... my mind wandered a little wondering why you’ve been spending weekends away, but-“ he didn’t finish his thought, just running his thin fingers through his pale brown side-parted hair. God, he was dense.

“I have been."

“I trust you enough tha- wait, what?!” He jumped

“I’ve been cheating on you for a month and a half now. I love you, and I want the best for our daughter, but- I also met this guy. His names Purcell, and he’s black, and he owns a restaurant, and he’s huge- well, I already said he’s black,” she giggled. Dan was speechless. “But the point is... I love him too, and I really want his birthday gift for me. Not

that I don’t want yours but... his dick makes me feel better than your little one ever has. You just can’t make me cum, you haven’t once since college... but I promise things’ll be as wonderful as they once were if you let me do this. And I know about Kara.” She paused for effect, “so- can I?”

“I-I-I-“ he breathed, unable to make a sound. “Yes babe, of course.” He muttered. His default response when his wife asked for something.

“Great! Love you hun, I’ll send you pics!” She hung up just like that.

Dan wanted to throw a hissy fit. How could he be so weak willed? How could he let his wife walk right over him like that? How long had she known about Kara? Had that been why she had to leave him- cuckold him- with a black guy? He ran into his walk in closet, expecting to cry but instead jerking off.

He shot his load onto the carpet, and kept stroking his little dick, imagining a huge black dick pile driving his wife’s pussy. He remembered her talking about her parties in high school, how she’d always let guys fuck her before she mellowed out her senior year. Was she like this even then? How many guys in her hometown were black?

Suddenly, Phoebe walked in, wearing short shorts and a teal tank top. “Yeah, I don’t think dad’s home. Better that way, since my door doesn’t lock, and the water’s shut off to the other upstairs bathroom.” She was on the phone. “No, I don’t wanna do it downstairs! It’s.. weird if I do it in the guest bathroom. Especially if I’m thinking about my dad!”

What was she talking about? “You’re lucky. You got to finger yourself to your dad with your door locked.” Fingering?! “You’ve done it downstairs- wait, but I always complain that Uncle Bryce’s downstairs didn’t lock. You fucking perv!”

Bryce... that was Charlotte's brother! You knew that Phoebe was close to her cousin Martha, but was that who was on the phone? We’re they talking about- fingering, though? And what was that about dads...

“Yeah, talk later Martha,” that confirmed it, “have fun flicking your bean in the guest toilet to your own fuckin dad like some weirdo. I’m gonna masturbate using my dads soap and shower head, like a normal girl.” He totally ignored how much trouble he should be putting his daughter in. Dan’s little dick was hard. “Oh shut up, you jilled off to your dad first. Well I think MY dad’s hotter. Whatever, Martha. Bye, have fun!” She hung up and turned the shower on. Dan, behind her, stepped out of the closet onto the marble tiled floor of their expensive bathroom.

“Wha- DAD?!?” Phoebe jumped, terrified as she realized what she’d been caught saying. She already had her shirt and bra off, revealing her flat, underdeveloped tits. She didn’t look

like she would inherit her mother’s tits or ass. She looked like a girl who wasn’t old enough to be masturbating, or shouldn’t be. Her height didn’t help either.

“D-dad,” she spoke with fear and embarrassment. He reached out and turned off the loud shower. “I-I- this-“

“What were you saying about me?” Asked Dan. He was ecstatic- he lost his wife, but he’d been gifted his own daughter! Phoebe was often neglected. Charlotte, that materialist bitch, preceded to hire the maid to care for her daughter. But now, Dan has a chance to prove himself as the real patriarch of this family, not some- some- some nigger who Charlotte’s big tits here were wrapped around right now...

The thought made Dan seethe. But now, he could take out all his impotent rage on his whorish wifes own daughter. Her tiny frame would easily be overwhelmed by even his small cock. It might not have even been incest. Phoebe probably wasn’t even his. He was going to make her his though, and Charlotte would regret messing with him.

Finally, she answered. “I- I’m turned on by you, dad... when I see mom kiss you and when you tap her ass... I wanted that too and... I’ve been thinking about it for a while... I’ve really wanted you to fuck me,” she looked up at him, suddenly terrified again, “-a-as a fantasy though! Not as an actual thing I was planning on, I swear, daddy!”

“Oh, but,” he growled, trying and failing to sound aggressive, “I want you too,” he grabbed her thin waist and pulled her close, making her jump a little. Her flat chest barely shook.

She looked up at him with green, pretty eyes. His were hazel. He blamed his stupid slut wife.

“Really?” Asked Phoebe, reaching out to touch his nonexistent pectoral.

“Yes, Phoebe baby. Your mom and I..” he grit his teeth.. “aren’t doing too well. I think I need you to make me feel better. Can you do that?” He took his hand, walking backwards towards his room.

Daddy’s little girl, Phoebe Daugherty nodded. “Y-yes daddy. I’ll make you feel good. I’ve never done anything with a boy but I’ve seen porn. I’ll try my best.”

“Good girl,” he said, feeling more dominant than he ever did with Charlotte. He walked out onto the carpet of the master bedroom and sat down on the large chair on the left of the bathroom doorway. Dan pushed the footrest out of the way and had his daughter kneel there instead. His rage at his own impotence and his hatred for how Charlotte was cuckolding him right now made him forget that this was even his baby girl.

Charlotte, as Dan undid his pants again, was miles away in the stylish, urbane, gray loft

owned by Purcell. She strutted in happily, swaying her fat white ass in the shorts that barely covered it. Purcell was on the couch in front of a table of African artifacts. He got up and welcomed her with a deep, tonguey kiss and a slap on the ass.

“Wanna give me my present now, babe?” She breathed hotly into his wide lips. He smiled and led her into his room, where she was shocked by the presence of three more black guys. Like him, they were all over 6 feet tall and muscular. They all wore some variation of a t short and running shorts that did nothing to hide their bulges, just like Charlotte’s tiny t-shirt did nothing to hide her cleavage, or her under boob, or her hard nipples.

“Oh- oh, my!” Charlotte’s cock-needy lips and pretty blue eyes went wide seeing the display. While her friends had introduced her to BBC porn a full year ago, she had only ever actually slept with Purcell. Now she was getting 3 new hung black guys.

“You like my friends babe?” He asked. She nodded, pulling up her red bikini bottoms she wore under her shorts. “Glad to hear,” she bit her lip. She was getting wet just by hearing him speak. “Ever had guys run train on you?”

“I-“ she had been in a gangbang once, as a senior in high school. Those boys were all white though, and she wasn’t the only girl there. “No,” she decided that a half dozen white guys humping her legs until their little pink dicks turned purple and shot a load like she was a Barbie doll they got to undress didn’t count. “I’ve never. But I’d love too.”

“Hear that, boys?” Purcell slapped Charlotte on her as. Charlotte took it with a smile. They smiled back as they took off their shirts, showing the kinds of muscles that were the reason Dan never took her to the beach. She took off her wedding ring and fell into their big, strong arms, letting them kiss her and grope her. She had to look straight up to make out with the tallest one, while the one made out with her neck and another literally tore her shirt off of the swinging spheres of her tits. She liked that shitt. But she liked how they pressed their huge bulges into her sides much more.

Meanwhile, Dan was struggling to overpower his own tiny daughter, desperate to fuck her silly. His destroyed ego demanded that Phoebe fuck him, and, although she was planning to masturbate to that very thought before he grabbed her, she was resisting.

“Daddy- unf~ Daddy!” she pushed his arm off her nonexistent tit, while his other one was down his pants, grabbing at his dick. “This is wrong! We shouldn’t do this!” she insisted

“Phoebe! Phoebe, please!” He yelled. He had never yelled at his daughter. His hair and eyes made him look like a mess. “D-don’t you wanna make me feel good?”

Phoebe did want to make her dad feel good... and cum... but she wasn’t sure. Sure, he was deciding for her basically, but he never acted like this around her. He was always very

passive, never making her do anything. Now... this? With the drip of her pussy in those short shorts she was this close to taking off, she knew she wanted it too.

“Okay Daddy...” she breathed, hoping to not make him angry, “I’ll make you feel good.”

“Good girl,” breathed Dan. Instead of taking his dick out though, he felt up her chest again. She was still flat as a board, but whenever he thought of his ideal tit size, all he could think of was how Charlotte probably had a huge black rod between hers. She did. He just kept massaging his daughter. Those soft, sensitive, unmanly hands of his felt her sides, her hips, and, when he bent down so far that his face was in her neck, he felt the doughy softness of her asscheeks. She turned crimson.

He breathed heavily, overcome with perverse lust. “D-daddy’s gonna bring out his cock now, sweetie,” he told her. She simply sat on her knees with her hands on her silky thighs. He fumbled on his pant’s buttons, desperately wanting them out. Eventually he got it, and in one swift movement, he pulled his pants down to his ankles.

Phoebe, the incestous little slut, was face-to face with her father’s own tiny, white cock. Her eyes widened, and her pussy immediately dried up.

“W-what is that?” she asked him.

“My dick,” said Dan, sounding nothing like her father, even though she barely knew her father. He pushed the skinny thing towards her, “Suck it.”

“B-but why is it so small?” Phoebe really wanted to pleasure her dad, to suck him off until he shot a huge load in her face. But... this? How could she love a cock that was barely larger, in any way, than her finger? If she made a fist, it was more than twice the size of his balls.

To her shock, the then hit her face. Not hard, he wasn’t man enough to do that. But still, a slap was a slap.

“What did you say?” he asked her, suddenly only seeing her mother in the beautiful young girl.

“Y-your penis isn’t that big, daddy- I-I’ve seen much bigger in porn, I’m sorry-”

He raised his hand again, “You’ve been watching porn?!” He knew that when his wife began masturbating by herself, it was all over for him. He couldn’t believe the same was happening to his daughter.

“N-no! I- I meant good! Your dick is sooo good, daddy! Look-” almost crying, she began to suck it. It tasted strange- plain, not at all sexy. Once, she sucked her own virgin pussy juices,

and that got her hotter than ever before. This did one of that, even when his precum started leaking, it just tasted like water. She sucked and sucked as well as she could. Phoebe had no idea how to suck a dick, but, at the very least, her dad’s was so small that it fit right in between her little lips. He didn’t have to worry about scraping on her teeth or choking her.

She wrapped her tongue around the quivering little white pin she desperately tried to satisfy. Dan felt great by this. He leaned his head back, and finally relaxed, as if it wasn’t clear to everyone now that he was just a pathetic, creepy white guy. His own daughter wiggled her tongue around his pencil shaft. He wasn’t even into incest, but, the quickshot that he was, once her saliva-coated tongue finsihed licking the tip of his dick inside her mouth, he started cumming.

His orgasm was drawn out, with thin ropes of cum spraying into his daughter’s mouth slowly. It had no power or force, nothing sexy at all. She would never masturbate to her dad ever again. Instead, she just spit his cum out on his hairless thigh.

“You’re supposed to swallow!” he yelled. Not that Charlotte had ever swallowed his cum, since he usually popped his teeny top before he even shoved it in her mouth. Phoebe just looked grossed out. His dick, as much as she wanted to love it, was now an ugly, throbbing purple. It looked like it would pop, and it wasn’t big enough to look like it should be throbbing. She said nothing

Back in the loft, Charlotte was getting absolutely rammed. She was on the red futon, getting to experience how it really felt for BBC to run train on her. A black guy was under her, slamming his dick deep in her babymaker with his balls slapping her taint. Two more were in front of her, making her stretch her cheeks out like a chipmunk to suck both of them off at once. She was terrified of what would happen when their monster dicks, big enough to dwarf rulers, would blast their cum in her gullet. It felt so good.

Best of all, on top of her, with hands on her shoulders and arms on the armrest, Purcell was fucking her ass, raw. No matter what the others did to her, Purcell had stayed in her asshole the entire gangbang. His 40th birthday present was a 12 and a half inches (Charlotte liked to say 13) deep of rough anal sex. His cum had been churning deep in her guts, and his thrusts now had been picking it up and making it froth out like runny butter. She felt her whole asscrack, taint, and pussy feel covered in melted fluids. If it ever got too messy, she’d just lick it up herself. She loved it.

Her husband, meanwhile, had grabbed their little daughter and bent her over the bed, facedown, ass up, despite her protests. Without even seeing his wife lover fuck her with his massive dark fuckmeat, BBC had already totally mindbroken the timid white man. Here he was, forcing his crying daughter’s face into his and his wife’s bed’s comfoters. He spread her legs apart, staring at her beautiful, but dry pussy.

With his pinkish red dick standing as hard as a needle, he lowered his skinny torso into her slim thighs, taking his daughter for himself. He molested her with whiny grunts, the kind that Charlotte was absolutely done with. Frustration was something that Dan had been faced with all his life, and now he was letting it all out on Phoebe. The frustration he had since the first time he first found a porno mag with huge dicks when he was fourteen, all the girls he jerked off too but wouldn’t date him, to all the porn he watched when internet porn first got big in college, even when he was dating Charlotte. All of it, all directed in his pathetic thrusts into the tiny girl.

As he raped his virgin daughter, she felt every twitch of his dick like only a girl her size could. Even though it felt far bigger in her than her mother would’ve felt it, she didn’t enjoy it one bit. He joylessly came in her pussy, shooting his white load into her just deep enough so that its small contents couldn’t even drip out of her. He told her to get out of his room, and he slept.

Meanwhile, Purcell had finally taken his painfully hard cock, having cum in her anus 5 or 6 times, out from between her thick asscheeks, letting her suck the soaking member clean. He and his friends gathered around Charlotte as she kneeled on the floor. They jerked off and let her jerk them off and suck them off until she looked like a bukkakke porn star. Once they all came, she was exhausted, but they wanted more. They tossed her back on the futon and had their way with her.

Purcell came deep in her pussy enough times with enough force to not only make her squirt hotly, but to get her pregnant too.

She would be furious with Dan when she got home, but she didn’t know that yet. Even her daughter hated Dan's small, perverted white cock more than anything. For now though, Charlotte was blissfully having the best fucking sex of her entire life.

To be continued...

2 - Charlotte Gets What She Wants

“You did WHAT to her?!” screamed Charlotte. Her big slutty tits swung with every word.

Dan, emasculates and afraid, shrunk down onto the cushions of the light gray, modern style couch. On the other side of the coffee table, Phoebe was curled up. She looked at her father with nothing but hatred.

“YOU SICK FUCKING FUCK,” Charlotte kept screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOUR STUPID PUSSY ASS DO TO OUR DAUGHTER? What the FUCK did you do?”

“I-I-“ he backed up, scared of his adulterous wife. Dan was in a t-shirt and boxer underwear, while Charlotte was in a pink sundress, and Phoebe was in a tank top and volleyball shorts.

“You AGREED I was going to have a FUCKING MARVELOUS weekend- and it’s all ruined this morning by a call from my FUCKING DAUGHTER about her IMPOTENT BITCH OF A DAD FUCKING RAPING HER WITH HIS STUPID TINY COCK! Am I WRONG?” She slammed her fist against the couch with every word.

Dan was, as always, too wimpy to disagree.

“Mom- wha- what’s going on?” Asked Phoebe.

Charlotte turned to her beloved white daughter. She walked over and knelt in front of her, saying, “Oh, sweetie, it’s mommy’s business. Grown up stuff, nothing you’d understand.”

“Mom,” said the girl who, even though she was babies, was still old enough to regularly watch porn and masturbate her smooth little cunt.

“What? Yes, baby, mommy’s here,” Charlotte calmed her down, “mommy’s just, um, got a new boyfriend that’s all. And sometimes mommy goes and sees him. That’s okay, right?”

“Mom,” grumbled Phoebe, “I’m not fucking 6. I know you cheated on him!”

Charlotte looked back. She paused. “Alright, yes- mommy cheated on daddy. I’m a fucking whore, a total fucking SLUT cockwhore bitch. But you saw him! You saw that your dad is a sick, perverted, useless, weird piece of trash, right?”

Phoebe nodded. “He’s so gross! I’ll never think the same way of him again! I mean, I guess it’s the same for you, mom, but at least you’ve got a reason. I... I’d wanna get f-fucked by a real man too! And he’s... hes just-”

“A little fucking L O S E R?” her mom volunteered. Phoebe nodded along.

“H-hey,” stuttered Dan. The scrawny white man crawled up from his fetal position, “S-she was on the phone, talking about sexual things with her cousin! About having sex with me and your brother! A-and she watches porn too!”

“Didn’t I tell you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!?” screeched Charlotte. Her cuck hubby was soon put in his place. “So what? She’s young and stupid. We were too, remember? The difference is, when I had kinky fantasies, you were always too pathetic to do them! You’d fucking cum in a minute and then roll over and go to fucking sleep! If you wanted to rape someone, rape me ten years ago! Then I wouldn’t have become a fucking anal fuckslut! This is your fault!”

With shaking arms, she turned to her daughter, “And of course I wouldn’t judge you for watching porn! That’d be such fucking hypocrisy! After all, I’m the one who had a train run on her with four fucking black cocks last night! The only problem Phoebe and her cousin has is they still think white BITCHBOYS can do it!”

“F-four?” Dan sounded like he was tearing up.

“Oh fuck yeah honey. My REAL man Purcell and three of his friends.” The room went quiet. “What? Oh, yeah, stay quiet. Because there’s nothing you can say about how I’m a fucking whore for biiiig, blaaack COCKS! I fucking fit four huge fucking black dicks up this asshole,” she pulled her dress up and showed her gaping anus to her husband and daughter, “They fucking shot their fucking cum all the way up my dirty fucking asshole. And it’s fucking thick too, unlike yours! I bet you fucking wish you could do that, huh? With that fucking little stupid 4 inch peice of shit! Do you wanna know how big my lovers were?”

“H-how big?” asked Dan weakly as he was slumped on the couch.

Charlotte noticed a tiny tent on her loser husband’s boxers. She wrinkled her nose at it, but then lunged at him. She grabbed at his underpants. Her boobs swung in his face. She easily overpowered him, throwing hus underwear on the floor.

Exposed to his ruined family was Dan’s four inch skinny little white boy cocklet. It stood up straight and hard in the thin, soft bush that was his excuse for body hair.

“Fucking fuck. Look at that pathetic LITTLE thing. My BULLS were fucking three times that big! The smallest was 10 inches, the biggest was fucking 13! THIRTEEN! How could your little fucking dick compare, huh? HUH?”

She turned around. Phoebe was staring at his penis with disdain. Though neither girl thought penis was the best word.

“Is that it, sweetie? That’s the thing that defiled you, right?” asked Charlotte.

Phoebe nodded. “Yes, mom... it’s fucking gross. I can’t believe I had a fucking incest fetish...”

“It’s alright baby- it’s alright. Look. Hey, BITCH!” She yelled at her husband, “I’m gonna get our fucking daughter some good porn with some good dicks so she can forget about your little loser thing,

alright? And never touch her again, you- you- you fucking sick fucking fuck!” She punctuated her scolding with a few sharp kicks to his tiny, shaking balls.

“AAAh! OW OW OW! H-HONEY- m- my-”

“Your what? Your fucking little cuck balls? The ones that can’t produce enough fucking sperm to make a girl feel even fucking halfway filled! Look! Look...” she walked over to Phoebe. “Take your pants off, baby. I wanna show him how different cum can be. And how, even if this shitbag who owns our house took your virginity, your sex life can still be a fucking blast, alright baby?” She asked her daughter. Phoebe nodded and slipped off her leggings. Charlotte hiked her skirt all the way up.

Both were smooth pussied, but Charlotte’s was shaved, with looser, darker lips, while Phoebe’s was natural. A pretty pink tight pussy. She might has well have been a virgin.

“Now spread your legs,” instructed Charlotte. Phoebe obeyed. “Now look at the cum left over from last night.” The house’s matriarch fingered her daughter, eventually coaxing out a flow of sticky liquid which dripped onto her hand. Charlotte grabbed a china plate from the coffee table and smeared Dan’s cum on it.

“Look at that,” whispered Charlotte mockingly, “look how thin it looks!” she was right. Dan’s shrivelled balls had given them watery, impotent cum of either a boy much younger or a man much older than him. It only even looked white when it was clumped together.

“And now,” she said while standing up and spreading open her asscheeks right over the fancy plate, “mommy’s black boyfriend’s cum.” she pushed hard and stretched her asshole out with two fingers until eventually a big steady stream of smooth, thick, rich, creamy cum came out. All of it was plump and healthy. It landed with a splogsh and made a big, opaque puddle on the plate. It was almost yellowish it was so creamy. And it totally eclipsed Dan’s tiny load.

“See who’s superior?” asked Charlotte.

“T-that’s a wedding gift...” was all he could whimper about the show on the expensive plate.

“Oh boo fucking hoo, I squirted black cum out of my ass onto our shitty wedding present,” she grabbed a matching china cup and brandished it, “What if I fucking pissed in this one and made you fucking drank it? How would you feel about that, huh?” she waved the cup around under her pale white crotch, “if you’re lucky maybe you’d fucking get to drink some of their delicious cum with my piss. How about fucking that? You should fucking respect what I do for you and listen to what I fucking say! Ungrateful little pervert piece of shit! Apologize!”

“Yes,” he curled up again, this time closer to the edge of the couch. “I’m sorry Charlotte... I’m sorry Phoebe... for being a perverted POS.”

“Good. Now I have an errand to run. Don’t you even dare fucking move. And don’t even FUCKING LOOK at Phoebe!” she pulled her skirt down, grabbed a coat and her purse, slipped back on her slutty high heels, and strutted out the door.

Once she was gone, Phoebe got up. She sniffled a little. Even though her pussy’s wetness said that, like her mother, she got off on being a snowbunny dom, she was still upset at what happened to her family.

“I hope you’re happy with mom only fucking black guys now. And never you, ever again,” she said as she took out her phone and opened it up.

Dan sniffled too, sounding more like a bitching little dog than a man. He wasn’t the man of this house anymore. He hadn’t ever been, since Charlotte discovered black cock, but now he knew it. His head was buried in between his smooth, effeminate legs, and he was sitting on his scrawny ass and feet, with his tiny little balls poking out from his crotch. It looked like a pale hackeysack covered in thin straw. Wasn’t much bigger than one either. Over it hung the soft, impotent little worm that was his cock. Keyword was. Now it was a useless little twig of flesh.

Dan pissed himself. His little dicklet perked up, and out of it came a steady, pale flow of piss from the organ which now was only for that. It tinkled all over his little balls. The hair got wet, but looked no thicker. Some got on his thighs, covering his pointless manhood in his cowardice. He was like a dying animal, emptying his bladder all over himself when he felt it was all over. It was, in a way, for him. He cried as he soaked the couch cushion.

Phoebe walked over to the front entryway, on the side of which was a cushioned, round area to the left of the front door, bordered by windows. She sat down in it to talk on her phone. She’d already gone to contacts, and scrolled to the number for Kevin.

Kevin Gold was a young white kid and a school friend of Phoebe’s. He was around her height, with light blonde hair with a touch of strawberry, smooth skin and a youthful face. He was average in body, but still rather attractive, and was madly in love with Phoebe Daugherty. Little did he know, she had a crush on him too.

When he picked up the phone though, he answered as her best friend.

“Hey, Phoebe. What’s up?”

She sniffled, “I don’t know, Kev. My parents are fighting, and... I don’t know how to feel. My dad’s a piece of shit, but my mom’s... so different about it. I think I got it. But I think I’ll be fine. I just need someone to talk to. Can we talk? Not about me. About... about something else. Okay?”

Kevin, of course, agreed. They talked for a bit, and Phoebe felt better. Kevin told her to just trust in herself. With some soul searching, Phoebe realized how different she felt. How her slutty black cock loving mom awakened something in her. Just then, Phoebe had to hang up, because her mom was back.

She walked back into the living room. Her dad was still sitting on the couch, but not crying anymore.

Charlotte burst through the door. Shopping bags were in her ams and a strange smile was on her face. It was a look she hadn’t had all day. From the moment she walked in and said, “Alright, my happy little white family, let’s see what the real world has for us,” both new something was up.

Phoebe was getting excited. She was proud to be this woman’s daughter. While she had very quickly grown to despise her father, she replaced all of that with how, sexually, she admired her mom so much more. Her mother looked like a million bucks- she put some makeup on, maybe did her hair a little, but that wasn’t the point. If her hair was a rat’s nest she’d still be the same. Her sexy body filled out that lilac dress perfectly, and the way she carried herself made her tits and thighs ooze with sex appeal. She was a woman who knew and got what she wanted. Fuck whatever her disgusting, cuckold husband had to say about it.

Charlotte looked down at Dan and saw how red his eyes were, and how the couch under him had a soaked puddle.

She exploded. “WHAT THE FUCK, YOU PATHETIC LITTLE PEICE OF SHIT? DID YOU FUCKING PISS YOURSELF LIKE SOME FUCKING LITTLE BRAT? YOU PISSED YOURSELF AND ITS ALL OVER YOUR USELESS, UGLY LITTLE STUPID IMPOTENT DICKLET, UGH AND YOUR BALLS AND MOST IMPORTANTLY MY FUCKING COUCH? YOU’D BETTER CLEAN THAT UP!”

Dan squeaked and got up, running to the kitchen to get paper towels and spray.

“Good,” she hissed, “like a good little dog,” she turned to their daughter, “So, how are you feeling now?”

Just as her mom was honest, Phoebe was too. “I like what you’re doing. Dad’s always been... a little weird. But now I realize it wasn’t the kind of weird that, um... gets me wet. But what you do, like, like, the way you take control? I like that. I wanna be like you. And this talk of black guys?” Charlotte grinned. “You like thinking of that. Those massive, throbbing, lengthy, hot black dongs? You ever seen porn with black guys?” Phoebe quickly turned beet red. Charlotte smiled, “It’s good if you have. I’m so fucking jealous that you’re already exposed to porn at your age. I didn’t even have the chance to get online porn until I was almost 20! And there wasn’t anywhere near as much Blacked stuff then.”

Phoebe worked up the nerve to nod ‘yes’ to her mother.

Another smile. “I’m so proud of you!” she beamed, like momma like daughter, Phoebe had more than enough for the seed of a braindead snowbunny slut to grow in her underdeveloped white little body. She might not have been as busty or curvy as her mother, but Phoebe promised there and then to be twice the alpha girl slut.

And poor little Dan, having cleaned up his mess, tried to stand up to speak to his wife, but was soon knocked down. “NO! Me and my black bulls own this house now, not you! If you wanted to be a man, you shouldn’t have been so weak, or whiny like a baby. You should’ve been able to make me cum! But now I’ve got better men for that. And speaking of...” She took out her phone, turned on apple TV, and showed off her photo gallery. 432 pictures and videos were taken last night. A cache of amateur pornography featuring one Charlotte Daugherty and 4 black studs.

She started playing the videos. First was one with her kissing the camera sluttily, then walking back to pose with Purcell in a wide variety of ways. The next video showed her pointing out the bulge in his

pants, then taking his shirt off to make out with him and lick his hot black abs. He flexed a bit for the camera before going to the next vid. He took it out in that one, and Charlotte’s whole family got to see how it was as long as her arm.

In the room, while a video of the other three guys unsheathing their meats played behind her, Charlotte stripped her dress of. Her perfectly smooth pussy and her bouncing tits were great, and she didn’t wear underwear, of course. She sung ‘happy birthday to me’, as the TV had her giving Dan the middle finger.

“Come on!” Said today’s Charlotte, “let’s get some fun group stuff going. Family porn night! Starring mommy!” She grinned evily as she sat down next to Phoebe. She encouraged her daughter to strip. Her pants already had a dark stain.

Dan and Phoebe began masturbating across the room to the TV showing Charlotte lick all around the heads of all their cocks. The lady of the house ran off upstairs to get her dildo. When she came back, Phoebe was lounging back, butt naked, and confidently flicking her little bean to her mom gasping at the huge loads of cum that were now getting dumped on her face. Meanwhile Dan was hunched over pathetically. He tugged his little cock hard. It’s tininess, along with his boring hairstyle and skinny bday, made him look like a child compared to his daughter. And forget his wife.

“Oo, look at him!” Laughed Charlotte, tapping Phoebe’s shoulder to get her to look over, “little losers trying to tug that tiny thing! Isn’t that fucking pathetic? Can’t you see why I need this?” she laughed, pulling the thick dildo out of her. Phoebe laughed too.

“But mom, you take a bigger one in the vid,” she pointed at her screen with her free hand.

“True- this toys just to tide me over. Better than hubby, you know?” She thrusted it into her gaping pussy a few more times. Her nasty juices flew across the room with a loud shlicking sound. Phoebe’s only trickled down her taint and onto her little pink pucker butthole. Charlotte took out the plastic cock and handed it to her daughter, “wanna go?”

Phoebe shook her head, “I can’t take that.”

Her mom smiled, “You’d better learn soon baby girl, if you wanna get blacked.”

She stared at the size of the thing. “Never seen one up close but... it’s scary,” she chuckled, “I’d rather just watch.”

“Then you’ll get tons of live shows.”

“Mmmm. I’m already loving this. Just as good as the pro stuff I watch.” Phoebe was referring to Charlotte getting her ass pounded and her blonde hair painted white by those black hunks.

“Thats cuz they’re black,” giggled Charlotte, “white guys in porn always wear fake dicks, that shoot fake cum and all that. Interracial’s real though. No faked orgasms there.” Charlotte put her leg up on the coffee table and aggressively rubbed her clit, “and I’ll never have to again.”

They kept watching as Charlotte deepthroated every black cock. Every vid ended with them cumming their manly loads into her throat. They led her to the bedroom, with the camera on her swaying ass, where she had a train run on each and every hole. She was made airtight, first by their huge cocks and then by their thick cum.

They just kept going. Dan usually got petered out after he came once after a few minutes, then rolled over and slept as Charlotte uncomfortably masturbated until she fell asleep. These guys seemed to have infinitely full balls . After they made the bed dirty with spilling loads, they tossed the tired white whore onto the floor, jacking off over her. They set the foundation for a full body coat of thick black cum.

With a pathetic groan and three fingers wrapped around his dick, Dan started cumming. Instead of shooting anything out of his needle-like pink dick, it just dribbled onto the floor.

“Ch-Charlotte,” he groaned.

“Shut the fuck up! Your daughter and I are trying to masturbate to PURCELL’s friends running train on me. Purcell could cum like 9 times last night without a problem. Can your stupid balls only muster one fucking load? Try and at least be man enough to make another load!” She shut him up.

Then there were the ones on her face. Tons of cum was unloaded onto her cheeks, in her eyes, on her cleavage and hair. It just kept going, until she was barely even fucking them any more, and just being jacked off too. Soon, every inch of skin above her knees hand some sort of man juice on it. Mostly her pussy, under her ass, her tits, and her unrecognizable face. She got to the point where their fat loads of cum landing on her weak white skin made her cum. Every single time.

“See Phoebe? That’s what real men do. Not like your dad over there, cumming into his hand.”

Phoebe looked over. Her dad was leaking out thin white juices onto his scrawny fingers. “How’d you even get pregnant?” She asked her mom. She paused. “Is he really my dad?”

Charlotte looked away from her husband as he collapsed exhausted on the ruined couch. “Well, I’m shocked he managed to get me pregnant even once. But you’re his alright. I’d never cheat with another white boy. But hey. You got my beautiful eyes.”

“I kinda wish guys like, unf, unf, that,” she pointed to the TV, “were my dad.”

To clean off, they dragged Charlotte to the shower, where she could barely stand. Instead she pumped their cocks, worshiped their balls, and even rimmed their assholes. All their cum newly clogged the drain. After, they made her dry them off, and then lick up their cum off the floor.

At around 2 AM according to when the video was taken, she passed out when she was halfway done, facefirst into a puddle of cum.

Phoebe came.

“Aaah!” She yelled, thrusting her hips over the armrest of the white cushioned couch. Her orgasm squirted all over dad’s men’s health magazines that he never read. “They really did that, mom?”

She nodded. “It’s weird telling you, sweetie, but yeah. Mommy’s a fucking abuse slut for big black cock.”

“It’s hotter than weirder. God, that was the best I’ve ever cum.”

“Well, that’s black guys. And now” she kept swiping through her phone, showing them photos of the bulls taking advantage of Charlotte’s unconscious body on the tv. Weird things were stuffed in her asshole, and she was fucked in multiple uncomfortable positions like a rag doll.

“Fuck,” Charlotte bit her lip, “I didn’t know they did- did- did... did that!” Her pussy exploded with a waterfall of orgasm, even wetting the TV screen a little.

“There it is!” She sat back and sighed, “it’s like every time I cum to black guys it’s better.”

A bit after, she saw Dan getting up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She asked, less angry now.

“C-cleaning up my mess?”

She laughed, “your widdle loads? Barley a mess. And don’t do it with clothes on. Strip.”

“I-“

“Did I fucking stutter?”

He frowned and stripped. He prided himself on looking youthful, but honestly he just looked pathetic. Thin, featureless white skin, and a fitting tiny, soft little penis, barely poking out of his crotch.

She smiled as she walked over to pick up her bag, “good, baby. We’re not going to pretend you’re not pathetic and inferior anymore in this house, alright sweetie?”

“Yes, dear,” he got on all fours to wipe up god cum. She ran her foot up and down his effeminate asscrack possesively.

“And we won’t be bringing what you did to Phoebe to the authorities because you’re going to admit that you’re a pathetic little cuckold, and us ladies are gonna be enjoying all the black cock we want now.”

“W-what?”

“Yes babe. Did you think I was gonna stop cheating on you? After realizing what a freak you are, I can barely stomach you now. But I might forgive you if you let me fuck all the black guys I want, when I want, where I want, and how I want. Not for some reward, but out of the goodness of your heart. Sound good?”

He looked down at his flaccid manhood. It was as wimpy as he was. He nodded in agreement to her terms.

“Great! That makes me so happy Dan, you don’t even know!” She dishes through her bag and got a box out. The back was legal fine print and faced Dan, “can you say it?” She asked.

“I- I’m a white cuckold... I’m small...”

“And?”

“And pathetic, and I barely cum and can’t make my wife cum.”

“And?”

“And I’m a perv who r-raped his own daughter because... because I’m a white loser who was so insecure,...”

“But now...?”

“N-now I’m happy to let you f-fuck,” he started tearing up, “all the black c-c- guys you want.”

“Good boy. Did you enjoy your orgasm?”

“Yeah,” sniffled her submissive hubby.

“Good,” she turned the box around, “because it’s the last you’ll have in a while.” The box had a picture of plastic in the shape of a small penis, titled ‘THE LOCK HIM UP CHASTITY CAGE- size small.’

“W-what?”

“What what? I said I’d forgive you, but you have to make it up for me. So like a good little white cuckold, you’re going to be locked away in this little chastity cage. I’ll keep the key, and you can only cum when I say so. Agreed?”

He nodded. Totally impotent.

“Good,” she took it out, read the instructions, and started to put it on. Phoebe came over to watch. She slipped the cock ring over his tiny worm, then putting the cage over it, screwing it on, and finally locking it all together with a little gold padlock.

Both Phoebe and Charlotte laughed at his baby dick all locked away in his new cuckold cage. It was a clear plastic tinted pink, fitting for the little bitch it was on. It was a little heavy, and pulled down his crotch a little.

“And this thing scared me?” Laughed Phoebe, flicking it and watching it wiggle and twitch.

“To think I married that thing,” replied Charlotte. Dan was still speechless.

“Let’s sample our new life, how about that?”

“Sample?” Asked Phoebe and Dan in unison.

“That’s right,” smiled Charlotte, showing them both her phone. On it were recent texts from contacts Darnel, Jamie, Kyan, and Purcell. “I invited the guys over. We’re having another gangbang here, in one hour.”

#bbc #story #interracial

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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Mount Everest Ain’t Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, Part 14.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: This is the last proper chapter before we move on to the ending, which should be separated into three to five chapters.

Warnings: Illegal actions, drug smuggling.

Word count: 3.7 K

Read the rest here, babe: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Tagging: @charmed-asylum, @jeyramarie, @pantherxrogers, @analia-analia-analia

Since you are a small kid, they tell you that you will have to find work when you will grow up. You are prepared for that ’work’ since you’re a little kid. What had you thought? That they are making you visit the kindergarten because they want you to have fun? Only to find some friends that you can have all-life-lasting memories and friendships with? For you to have cute photos in costumes on your fridge?

If you did, then think again - the system prepares you to go to that work since you’re a small kid. Then, there’s an elementary school, high school, and college. Just to make you prepared. Just to make you work for the system.

Maybe you want to be a lawyer? No, you have to be smart for that - you’ll be a cashier for that. You want to be a police officer? Dear, you’re too fat for that - you can work as a cook, maybe? Yeah. That’s the fucked up society and system we are all a part of.

That’s how it works.

But soon, you learn that there are one or two ways how to fuck the system up, so you could bring some chaos to it. Black marketing, for example. White meat trafficking and prostitution. And, of course, the one we all know really well about - drug dealing.

And since your boyfriend and his small best friend were the biggest distributors for your small American suburb, you naturally came across that. You started to notice how it usually goes - they come on a party or onto the gas station and the hand each other the things so fast, that you don't even have the time to notice if you’re not paying attention.

Usually, it looks like a handshake between two people who haven’t seen each other in a long time - but one had the small package of, most likely, weed, coke or something like LSD and the second person has cash rolled in their hands. They shake hands - dealer handles the drug, takes the cash. Not a big deal.

Sometimes you even see small iron boxes around the city - Fezco took the money and left the material there. And to be honest, there was a shit load of them. Or just leave it on places which would never appeal to anyone as suspicious while the money was waiting for Fezco out there - dull books in a full bookshelf, an empty tube of pills, under a specified stone... These tactics were previously agreed by both sides and usually performed at parties when the two couldn’t meet from eyes to eyes.

But to be honest, the funniest for you was the pocket change, as Ash called it. It sounded less suspicious then. That was when the dealer and the other party met, but tried to be less suspicious - like on a street or something. The dealer came next to the buyer, shoved his hand up the buyer’s pants into one of the pockets which are previously specified to be ’the ONE’ and leaves the drug there while taking the money out.

Let’s just say that you were able to learn a lot of Fezco’s tactics. As time passed and you saw them more and more times, you were pretty sure that you could perform at least one of them on your own. And that how Ashtray thought as well.

"Hey, baby girl." - He grinned when you enter the shop and put his Snickers bar away to perform a handshake ended up with a fistbump with you. You just ended at school and immediately went to the shop to show Fezco an exam you totally nailed. He was excited for you because he never was as good in exams as you were and he was fucking proud of his baby girl. You were definitely a genius in your boyfriend's eyes.

"Baby girl? That's a new level for us, little kid." - You jumped onto the counter, so you sat there and wiggled your legs from side to side while chewing on gum.

"Heard it from his bedroom while ya weren't here. Bet his hands were occupied at that moment." - Ashtray grinned and snored while talking of that and this thought made you cringe like hell. Jerking off while thinking about you? Definitely hot and cute. Making Ash aware? Pure idiocy.

"How you even are? I haven't talked to you in days." - You looked at him as he sipped some Gatorade or what.

"Ya know da drill, the business somehow rolls, we survivin'." - He nodded, but his face got more serious than before. - "Havin' a problem with a package lately. Kinda thought ya might be willin' to help us?"

"How could I help you with package delivery? Ashtray, that's dumb even for you." - You bickered back, but your smile faded away as none showed up on his serious face.

"Simply. Snuggling into the school's toilettes." - He shook his head as if you were completely dumb. You. You smuggling drugs. You smuggling drugs into school. Holy shit, that boy went officially crazy.

"Ash." - Fez's voice could be heard before you he entered the shop with the back entrance. He was looking tired as hell... Your poor baby boy. Such a cuddly kitten he was when he was tired like that. - "I told ya dat we ain't discussin' dat shit. Hi, babe." - Fezco came in to hug you and kiss your cheek. He stayed like that for a fairly long time before kissing your neck.

"And I told ya that Mouse will kick ma motherfuckin' ass if that package doesn't disappear. It a load and it's fuckin' huge. Expansive. It costs at least 200, maybe 300. It depends on how I'll be feelin'." - Ashtray answered seriously.

"Slow down. Both of you. First off, who the fuck is Mouse?" - You asked and made Fezco back up a bit. He would make you less concentrated with his nuzzling and neck kisses. Ashtray got up and took three different packs of gum.

There was a menthol flavor on the top, melon under it and the bubblegum flavor on the bottom. You looked at him with raised eyebrows and Ash just held a hand in front of him to tell you that you have to wait a bit until he'll tell you the conclusion.

"Look at it like dat, honey." - He told nonchalantly and you nodded, still keeping Fezco one feet away from you. - "The menthol ones are da best, so they on the top. Then there are the melon ones because of their good but not da best. And she bubblegum are just not dat good. Ya with me?" - Ashtray looked at you and you nodded.

"So. Mouse is da menthol flavor because he keeps deliverin' da shit to deal. We da melon ones. We sell to people. Which are da bubblegum flavor? This is sort of an analogy." - You leaned into the counter and smiled at you. You exhaled loudly as you finally understood.

"So, when I put into normal language." - You rose your finger while you looked at his gum analogy and hierarchy. - "Mouse is producing your material, whoever it is. You buy if from him and you sell it to other people. Am I right?"

"Honey lemme tell ya that ya a smart gal." - Ashtray smile got even wider and he went to put the gums back.

"And you two have a package which is huge and expansive and you need only a delivery service, right?" - You rose your eyebrows and Fezco broke the distance for the first time and held your hand firmly.

"Babe, I don't want to get ya involved into dis shit." - Fezco whispered into your ear and gave you a look from his fucking long lashes. His baby blue eyes were worried.

"Dat's right. Fez and I only need a delivery service. Ya up? We'll give you a little somethin' for takin' the risk." - Ashtray smiled at you. Something was tempting you to do it.

It was wrong, definitely. But it had to be adrenaline. It would be risky and you would go to rehab or straight to jail if somebody would catch you. It was on the borderline of crazy. You were putting your dignity and your sane mind into the stakes.

But also, your boyfriend and his little friend were in trouble. And it sounded like serious trouble if someone would ask you. Some guy, probably a gangster, would kick their asses if they didn't sell it.

"I can ask Rue if ya can't do it." - Ashtray smiled and smoothed your hand gently. - "I would get it."

"Don't be stupid, Ash. Rue is having her backpack searched through and they keep an eye on her since her OD. Jules is watched as well." - You exhaled loudly and you could feel Fezco's look directly on you. He didn't agree with your forming decision. You could feel the tension between the two of you. There will be an argument afterward between you, you were one hundred percent sure of it.

"Yeah. I told myself da same thing." - Ashtray nodded.

"How... How would that go?" - You turned more to look into Ashtray's face. - "I mean... No fucking way that they wouldn't notice drugs in my fucking backpack."

"Oh, I see, gal." - Astray went away for a minute.

"Y/N... I tell ya that I don't want ya to even come close to ma or Ashe's business. Back off." - Fezco begged for quietly and you took his face into yours, so you kissed him.

"You can't tell me what should I do and what shouldn't I do. I can decide on my own because I have a brain. Don't be afraid, okay?" - You smiled at Fezco.

Oh, how did he loved that you're your own girl? That you have your own brain and that you never let him dictate you anything - but sometimes, it was the serious pain in his arse.

Than Ash came back with a big package. It wasn't like... Extremely huge, but it was slightly bigger than your own palm. It was impossible for you to just snuggle it into school without someone noticing it.

"I see ya scared face. But lemme explain how it works." - Ash put the package in front of you. It was pretty full and heavy - someone needed a fucking load. You looked at Ash while Fezco was still looking at you with his disapproving look. - "I'll be waitin' under a window in da bio lab. You'll go through da checkpoint. They will believe ya dat yo backpack is clean. Ya will take it from me. After dat, ya will snuggle it onto da toilettes. The last one with broken top and with 'Maddy Perez bites cocks'. Ya leave it there. Take da money. Dat all."

"And I will bring you the money after school?" - You rose your eyebrows. It sounded pretty simple to you. It could be fast in and out.

"Exactly." - Ashtray looked at Fezco. - "Ya ladybug is not only pretty but smart too."

"And she won't be doin' dis shit. Leave her fuckin' out." - Fezco almost broke his teeth from gripping it together as hard as he did.

"I can help you, baby. This sounds easy." - You smiled at both of them.

So were in and opened for business. You joined their little gang, you were part of the drug cartel. And it felt badass.

When you rode into the school that morning, you were as paranoid as ever. Almost like the first day at school. You felt like everyone was watching you, talking about you. That morning's check out for guns or drugs in your bag felt itchy. Almost funny. They knew you're one of the good kids, so they just quickly checked your bag and gave it back, wishing you a good day.

Rue was watching her with a furrow. She knew that you're about to do something. But you didn't want to tell her what. She had a feeling that it is something almost extremely stupid, but you just didn't talk to her.

Ashtray was on the spot on time which was determined the very morning before when Fezco was taking you to school because Fran had to leave early. you only opened up the window and shoved the things inside your bag. But then your stomach almost made you throw up because the classroom opened up. Your hand was still in the bag, holding the package and you almost shit yourself on the spot.

You needed to calm down as soon as you could to think of some good reason why you were in an empty class before school even started.

"Oh, miss Y/L/N." - Mrs. Garner walked into the class with her folder pressed to her boobs in her typical black jeans. She was a bio teacher and she was a great one. She was sensitive, nice to her students, positive and just overall nice. Every time a problem, you could come to her and tell her. - "Nice to see you here. Looking out of the window, watching photosynthesis? Nice."

Mrs. Garner liked you and she wasn't suspecting a single shitty thing about you in an empty classroom next to an opened window. You were a good student, you always answered in her classes. You were smart as well, giving her some good questions. She liked you.

But you thought that you're fucked. You closed your eyes and tried to calm yourself down, but you couldn't. Your cheeks reddened and you almost threw up her new Nike sneakers. Did she see anything? Did she see the drugs? Had she seen Ash running away from the window? Holy fuck. God may help you.

"I had just... Forgave something here. Sorry for not telling you, miss. Also, the air was kinda stuck in here, so I thought I will let in some fresh air in here before your first class." - You closed up your backpack and shoved your fists into your hoodie so she couldn't see how you nervously played with your fingers and how sweaty your palms were. You tried to smile at her, but it felt fake.

Miss Garner didn't seem to notice as she smiled at you and slowly smoothed your shoulder.

"I swear to God that you're one of the best students I ever had." - She looked at her watch before smiling at you again. - "You should go before the class starts."

And how gladly did you run off all sweaty? You were about to faint when you reached your English class. Rue was furrowing her look at you, asking you what's up silently. You weren't looking good at all. You waved her off and sat on your seat. There you rapping your feet at a fast pace.

What now? What's the next move? What should you do? You sat through half of the class as a body without a soul. But then it hit you. Toilettes. You throwing up. Pretend to be sick.

"Sir!" - You yelled through the whole class and stood up. You looked like a mess with a really bad fl, sweaty and pale as the classroom’s wall. - "I think I'm gonna puke." - And with that, he basically let you run out of class without a question; your throat made a similar sound to when you were puking and your teacher did not really want to be puked on. That was easy. So now, you had to find the fucking toilette, leave it there, take the money and leave.

Finding a cab which had 'Maddy Perez bites cocks' all over it, sprayed in green color, wasn't that hard - everyone knew that toilette. But you couldn't get in whatever the fuck was with it. You tried everything; your own hands, power, kicking it off, nothing helped. You almost cried. You didn't want to be caught with a shit ton of drugs in your backpack.

But at the moment, you didn't know what else outside a breakdown you should do.

"Hey, shithead." - Rue's voice echoed through the empty toilettes. She was walking slowly and her footsteps were louder and louder. You tried to stop crying, but you were too fucked up to even take the mucus off with a Cleanex. - "Hey. What's up?" - Rue asked, opening the cab door slowly and walking into the cab to kneel beside you.

She wanted to ask you if you're ok, but she only smoothed your shoulder and then she stopped herself. Oh, so that was why you were so weird since the very morning. Then she looked at the toilette, at you and almost slapped herself on the spot.

Of course, Rue knew what is happening in the very cab. She started with that cache when she was in the freshman year and she couldn't meet with Fez face to face. A lot of people in the eleventh grade took it as a good opportunity to get some cash.

"Fuckin' Ash. Keeps forget to tell ’em about the lock on the back of da tank." - She rolled her eyes and leaned behind the toilette, opening the tank up with skilled hands. She giggled and showed you her slim palm. You just watched it with a frightened face.

"Gimme da package." - She ordered and so you did. She laughed when she saw how many materials were in there and how much it weighed in her hand. Then she gave you the money in a waterproof sack, stuffed the drugs inside and closed the toilette again, locking it on the other side.

She sat there on the other side of the cab, there was barely space for that, your legs were entwined and you just quickly and silently shoved the bag with money into the depths of your backpack.

“Yo first time doin’ dat?” - Rue smiled a bit at you and she looked pretty relaxed. She wasn't even a bit upset about you smuggling drugs or your cab breakdown - she was just happy. - “Mine secret cache. A lot of da older kids know about it, but I had started it here when times were bad.” - She smiled and smoothed your leg.

“My first time doing this and certainly the last doing it. I could have been fucked if not for you.” - You finally calmed down a bit, since you had only money in your bag now, cleaning up your face with a tissue.

“Yeah. But da better thin’?” - Rue stood up and offered you her hand. - “Ya look so terribly that Mr. Smith told me to take ya home when I find you. He doesn't want a student with flu in his class, he's too afraid that he might catch it too.”

“So I can give Ash the money ASAP and finally take a deep breath in.” - You stood up and she hugged you, smoothing your hair quietly.

“Tell me ya won’t fall into da trap me and Fez are in.” - She took your face into her palms. Oh dear lord, she was about to cry, her lips curling down. - “Promise me that yo gonna stay the fuck out, baby.”

“Yeah. I can fucking you promise that.” - You mumbled and shoved your face into her neck as you both stood there and cried. You were holding her tightly; even if nothing happened basically, your nerves were on the top of stress. This... Everything was biting your ass and all you wanted was to really go home, lay in bed and forget about all that day.

Rue and you decided to really go out of the school. You didn't want to be there because you knew that nothing that would the professors say would catch your attention. So you visited your friend in the reception room who wrote you and Rue the permits to leave school and then, you rode down on her bike, you sitting on the spot for the bags.

For a small moment, you felt free. Completely free and careless. You were glad for this experience - at least, you were able to determine that you'll never do any of it again. It was just not worth it for a person like you.

Since the day you've been born, everyone saw as the good girl. As the nice one who helps people, who are there to listen when they got a problem, to help them with their ailments. Stuff like this, stuff in which was Fezco and Ash lived in was not a world for you to live in.

You weren't as strong as they were. Your nerves could barely handle the stress of being caught. You almost fucked up two times - even if you only had to deliver the package in a radius of thirty meters.

You gave Ash the money, firmly put it onto the wood and gazed on him with a dead look in your eyes.

"Don't you ever dare to make me do it one more time. I almost puked, I almost shitted myself and no amount of money is worth to end up in jail. No, thank you." - You shook your head and Ash smiled quietly at you as Rue put her bottle next to the counter.

"Got it. I know dat dis isn't da work for everyone, but you saved my and Fezzy's ass." - He gave you fifty dollars from the package payment. - "For risking yo ass. And you can get somethin' for free today." - He left the shop and Rue made her puppy eyes on you.

She wanted the cherry soda you took there on your first visit to the shop. So you nodded and left. You wanted to be as far from Ash as you could.

#rue bennett #rue euphoria #fezco euphoria #fezco #fez euphoria #fezco x reader #fezco hno #fezco imagine #euphoria hbo #euphoria #fez #mount everest ain't got shit on us

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the-weeping-author · 4 years

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Hate to Love Chapter 3

A/N: sorry if this chapters boring It’s a slow burn so yee yee but I hope you guys enjoy it overall cause they way I see it going it’s going to be good.

Warnings: a little angst, cussing and self blame. (I thinks that’s it.)

Tag list: @ahoy-stevieboy @thehair-ington @linkispink1995 @theworldisugly-22 @harringtown @phoebethepheebs @spiritsent @gardeniasandwhiskey @lxvesickreality @bluebellbrooke @harrington-ofhawkins

Please enjoy ☺️

It was Monday November 7th, 1983 but just a regular Monday morning, I got up and walked into the kitchen to see my brother Jonathan making us breakfast.

“Where the hell are they... Johnathan?”

My mom walked quickly in the living room and called out for my brother.

“Check the couch.”

Johnathan sighed and replied back to her.

“I did... ugh got them.”

I smiled to myself when I heard her keys jingle, She walked back into the kitchen.

“Alright guys I will see you tonight.”

Johnathan looked back and then turned his attention back to the eggs.

“Yeah see you later.”

She looked at the empty chair beside me and looked between Johnathan and I.

“Where’s will?”

Johnathan looked back at her.

“Oh I didn’t get him up yet.”

I looked at my mom and smiled.

“Poor kid must still be asleep.”

I said as I started to wipe the sleep out of my eyes.

My mom looked at both of us.

“Sara, Jonathan you have to make sure he’s up.”

Jonathan looked at her then started putting eggs on the plate.

“I’m making breakfast.”

I pushed my brown hair out of my face and looked back at my mom as she was walking down the hallway.

“Mom How am I supposed to make sure Will’s up if I just got up?”

She ignored my comment and continued walking.

“I’ve told y’all this a thousand times.”

She got to Wills door

“will honey time to get up.”

I let out a low chuckle when she clapped outside his room like a drill Sergeant.

She walked back into the kitchen and looked at us both panicked and started to sketch it’s way across her face.

“He came home last night right?”

I looked at Jonathan and he looked at me.

“Um yeah or at least I thought so, I could have sworn he was in bed last night.”

Johnathan looked at me then back at her.

“I don’t know I was working, Nate asked if I could take a shift, he was at the wheelers all day.”

She walked over to the phone and looked at us both while dialing the number.

“I can’t believe you guys, I can’t believe you guys.. sometimes.”

She put the phone up to her ear and I stood up and went to my room to get ready for school.

When I came back into the kitchen brushing my hair I threw on some pants and a tank top with a denim jacket and put my black vans on.

“Maybe he went to school early.”

I looked at my mom and saw worry cross her face and my stomach immediately went in knots. When she hung up the phone she just looked at us.

I arrived at school in my Chevy Impala, immediately I saw Barb talking to Nancy wheeler. I sighed, walked over to them.

“Hey did Will spend the night last night?”

They both looked at me. Nancy had a confused look on her face. Barb hugged me, while Nancy shook her head.

“No they left around eight last night, who are you again?”

I bit my lip and I looked at the floor when Barb caught our attention.

“Sara, you look smoking.”

I looked back up at her, smiled when I looked at Nancy, she genuinely looked shocked.

I didn’t want the attention I knew was coming to me especially with Barb, Tina and now Nancy. I adjusted my book bag, gave them a smile.

“Uh yeah I did, is it that noticeable?”

Before Barb could answer Nancy cut in.

“Uh yeah Sara it is, we aren’t the only ones who notice.”

I was confused until I saw kids looking at us.

“You went from lame to babe.”

Barb said which made me smile, I looked at them.

“Alright I know shit hasn’t changed around here but could you guys show me to my locker?”

Nancy nodded, latching one arm around mine. Barb latched onto my other arm. When we walked in school

All eyes were on us, I motioned the girls to get closer to me.

“Why are they looking at us?”

A smile formed on Nancy’s lips while Barb whispered back to me.

“They aren’t looking at us, they are looking at you.”

I looked at Barb biting my lip, walking by everyone I could hear the whispers along with the lingering gazes burning into me as we passed them.

After they showed me to the locker they somehow knew I’d get I was off to the main office to get my schedule.

On the way I saw the last three people I wanted to see. Steve “the hair” Harrington, Tommy H Along with his girlfriend carol.

I acted like I didn’t see them, but they saw me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Steve motion his head at me. Tommy and Carol turned to look at me, I felt like I was going to throw up.

I heard Tommy say something about competition which made Carol scoff. If Tommy told Carol she had competition he was wrong.

“That kinda looks like Sara Byers.”

I heard Steve say, Carol quickly replied mortified.

“No way that’s Sarah Byers.”

Tommy immediately spoke after her.

“Yeah dude I have to agree with carol there’s no way that’s Sara Byers. I mean you guys have to remember what Sara looked like.”

I smirked to myself as I heard them talk, I mean come on how stupid did you have to be. I only lost weight and changed the clothes I wore. It's not like I had plastic surgery done.

I continued walking to the main office when I heard someone coming from behind me.

“Hey new girl wait up.”

I shouldn’t have stopped but I decided to wait for the person calling after me, when I saw who it was my heart dropped. It was none other than the king of Hawkins high Steve.

“Hey what’s your name?”

I looked at him raising a brow.

“Why do you want to know?”

He flashed me a smile that did something to my stomach.

“Cause I want to be your friend is that okay?”

I raised a brow at him pushing the sudden knot in my stomach.

“No thanks, I’ve already heard about your rep around here, but my name's Sara.”

His smile turned into a sly grin.

“I knew it was you, you look great by the way.”

I let out a laugh at him, pushed some hair behind my ear.

“Well I’m glad you along with the rest of Hawkins high thinks so.”

He looked at me raising an eyebrow letting a sly smirk come across his face.

“Oh so the whole schools been watching you?”

I looked at me rolling my eyes, then looked back at him.

“Of course they have, I mean just look at me i've totally changed.”

He smiled at me looking over my body.

“You definitely have.”

He smirked, I rolled my eyes at his sudden mood change, I looked him right in the eyes.

“Yeah well Steve as nice as this conversation is Steve I’ll have to talk to you later.”

He waved his hand at me as if he was dismissing me, I swear it took everything in me not to punch him in his face.

“Alright Sara I’ll see you next time.”

I scoffed at his arrogance, shoulder bumping into him while walking away. A part of me was sad I could have hoped he had changed over the summer, I was clearly wrong.

As I continued my mission to the guidance counselors office to get my schedule I started to over think the things that took place this morning.

“What if Will not coming home is my fault, I should have been a better sister. Johnathan is right, I'm a bad sister. I drove my little brother away. I mean maybe my father was right, maybe it was too late to try and make things right. My grandparents warned me about guys like Steve, I never listened just like my mother didn’t. I’m selfish, my little brother is missing and probably terrified, here I am wanting approval from a grade A asshole.”

My eyes started stinging, my breath started to get shallow. I quickly wiped at them mumbling under my breath.

My eyes started stinging, my breath started to get shallow. I quickly wiped at them mumbling under my breath

“Right now is not the time for a mini breakdown.”

*time skip*

School seemed to go by faster than any regular first day, I think it’s because I wasn’t really paying attention. At lunch Nancy and Barb talked about Steve which I totally wasn’t paying attention to which concerned Barb.

She knew all about my crush on Steve since middle school, I didn’t have time for boy drama. I had to find my little brother. After all, I felt responsible for him running away.

I walked to my impala noticing the party, instead of getting in the car I walked over to them.

“Hey guys, have you seen Will at all?”

They all looked at me but Dustin was the first to speak back to me.

“Who the hell are you?”

I looked at Dustin along with the other members of the party but they looked just as confused as Dustin did.

“Oh my god guys it’s me Sara. Sara Byers.”

“Holy shit you’re skinny.”

Mike smacked Dustin on the arm, which resulted in Dustin smacking Mike back then they started arguing.

“Hey, Hey, Hey dipshits have you seen or heard from Will?”

They stopped what they were doing shaking their heads.

“Nope not since last night, wait so he’s really missing?”

I looked at them reassuringly, I pushed my bookbag strap back on my shoulder smiling softly at them.

“Guys just forget I said anything okay.”

They looked at me but Dustin rolled his eyes.

“Sara how can we just forget that one of our best friends is missing?”

I looked at them sighing.

“Forget I said that just please don't get in trouble.”

Mike looked at me raising an eyebrow.

“Chief Hopper talked to you too?”

I looked at Mike tilting my head at him.

“What do you mean Chief Hopper talked to you guys?”

“He was just asking us about will and he said that if we heard from him to report it.”

I looked at them kind of relieved that the chief was involved but something felt off, I didn’t know how to feel at that moment but again I just shrugged it off. After I made them promise me they would be safe I let them go home.

While I was walking to my car I noticed The Three Musketeers standing near Steve's car. Steve pushed off his car while Tommy along with Carol were asking where he was going. I tried to get my stuff in my car before Steve made it to my car, but I was moving too slow.

“So Sara what are your plans this weekend?”

I looked up at Steve smiling sarcastically obviously over this conversation.

“Well unlike you I’m busy.”

He looked at me, his smile dropping. He stood up straight pulling his jacket down some looking at me.

“Oh let me guess Miss.priss you’re just going to stay home and do homework all weekend?”

I looked at him rolling my eyes.

“Well Steve I'm going to help look for my brother.”

He raised his brow at me a look of concern shot across his face.

“Oh shit really anything I can do to help?”

I looked at him, my face softening letting my guard down. Just as fast as it was let down it went up just as fast.

“No thanks Steve as much help as we need I would only want people there who would actually help not just to uphold a reputation.”

He looked genuinely hurt by my comment but I honestly didn’t care anymore where was his sympathy for me when they called me humpty dumpty?

“Now if you'll excuse me i have to go home now my mom needs me.”

He looked at me, smiling sadly looking down at his shoes.

“Oh okay I-I understand I guess.”

I smiled at him, then got in my car buckling up switching the car on. Slowly backing out of the school parking lot then driving to my house, when i got there i saw chief hoopers car outside my house.

When I walked in I saw Jonathan and my mother sitting on the couch while Chief hopper was standing in front of them.

“Mom what's going on?”

She looked up at me and wiped her nose standing up.

“It's about your brother, they found his bike.”

My heart sank seeing his bike in the living room tears started prickling in my eyes.

“M- Mom what's going on where's Will?”

My mom wiped her nose with the tissue in her hand smiling while trying not to cry.

“Honey they’ve looked all through where they found his bike, but they didn’t find any trace of him.”

“What does that even mean mom? He couldn't have just vanished.”

Hopper looked at my mom then at me.

“Look kid we aren't giving up we just have no leads, we’ve looked everywhere do you think your dad would have taken him?”

I looked at Hopper confused. I mean what could my father have to do with this? He doesn't want anything to do with us but he was a suspect.

“Maybe I honestly don't know I don't see what he could get out of taking Will.”

A tear fell on my cheek, I quickly wiped it away trying to prevent my breakdown from earlier to seep through my poorly built berrier. For some reason the walls I built a long time ago have been harder to bring back up.

I know it's more than just my little brother missing, I know it's more than my ego. I think I'm finally starting to grow into the woman my mom taught me to be but I can't focus on that right now my little brother needs me and I will get him back.

A/N: I’m sorry if this was kinda boring. I swear I won’t be focusing around will for much longer so maybe it will get interesting for y’all I’m just trying to build to the story. Soo thanks for reading and letting me share my love for reading and writing with y’all. ❤️❤️

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