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lani-heart · 3 months

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> kang yeosang x reader warning(s) -> mentions of prostitution, mentions of sex toys, mentions of non-conscensual sex, spiked drinks, abuse/neglect, etc. words -> 3.8K

abstract -> The famous doberman hybrid... something is happening behind closed doors and not just fruits and chocolate.

y/n perspective

“You are somehow worse now that you have hybrids” Wonyoung scolded me as she looked through my closet forcing me to go out with her. She said that I hadn't hung out with her and the girls for three months now.

Which honestly was true… Now with Wooyoung and San, I don’t really leave. And I was busy with my new book that I've started writing.

“There, you're ready! And the driver will be here in five minutes so let's start going down” she said as she dragged me out and I saw Wooyoung and San fighting over the remote.

“Stop hogging the TV!” San scolded and I laughed at the two which must've caught their attention. “She’s leaving so be on your best behavior with you both! I’ll return her soon~” Wonyoung said as we were now in the elevator I waved at the two hybrids who seemed displeased.

“Where are we even going?” I asked and she smiled. “There's this new restaurant that just opened. Apparently, Winter got us reservations for tonight” she said and I sighed.

No wonder she dressed me up this way.

The drive was a bit long as we arrived at this restaurant which had quite a big line. “Woah,” I said and she giggled. “Told ya!” she said and we cut the line as the hostess let us in and took us to our table. It was a really pretty place.

“y/n!!” I heard as I saw Winter, NingNing, Liz, and Eunchae. “Hi! It's really been a while” I said and they smiled. “Yeah cause you're busy with your hybrids. You’re welcome by the way!” Eunchae said and I smiled. “I owe you one” I said and she smiled.

“Even though one of them attacked you?” Liz asked worried and I sighed. “We don’t mention that," I said, forgetting what happened.

“How is the traumatized one?” Wonyoung asked while looking at the menu. “San is doing better. Working through some things but he’s a lot better now” I said and they nodded.

“I heard this place is actually the best at their dessert!” Eunchae sad Winter, NingNing, and Wonyoung whined. “Diet?” Liz asked and they nodded. “It's a special night! Cheat it!” I said and they chuckled. The waiter came to take our order and we talked when…

“Hello, girls!!” I heard as I saw someone I didn’t recognize. Suddenly Wonyoung’s mood seemed to drastically change.

“Oh? I don’t recognize you three?” she said pointing to me, Liz, and Eunchae. I also noticed the hybrid beside her… he looked thin.

“Introduce me!” She said annoyingly and the three looked annoyed and unamused. “Eunchae, Liz, y/n. Meet e/n '' Wonyoung said and she smiled sweetly. e/n… I heard her through Wonyoung stating how rude and conniving she was. Two-faced snake as she would say...

She was apparently famous because of her hybrid Yeosang who was a model, and online influencer.

“I didn’t know you guys were friends with people outside of the beauty industry. That's a bit risky” she said and the three scoffed. “I have a reservation with others, but honestly they’re quite annoying. You guys don’t mind me joining right?” she said as she laughed it off and sat down.

I already hated her.

“So what do you girls have planned?” she said, ignoring us. I looked at Liz and Eunchae who looked quite annoyed. Eunchae pointed at her phone…

I opened mine to see a new group chat…

Beauty Influcers + “Common folk” Eunchae – so are we gonna just take this slander? Liz – suddenly I wanna go to the restroom 🧍 y/n – why’d she come in that way though? Just barged in our girl's night 😢

We were complaining through the group chat when: “You know it's rude to be on your phone when you're in a restaurant” she said and we looked at each other.

“Well, when you ignore them and tell us it's risky that they are our friends I don’t blame them? What are they supposed to do, sit there and get ignored?” Wonyoung said and she scoffed.

“It's not my fault you're friends with people like them? They’ll destroy your reputation” she said and I scoffed. “The daughter of a rich CEO, an actress, and a model will destroy our reputation, girls,” NingNing said sarcastically. “Oh? Upcoming model and actress? Who’s the daughter of a CEO?” she asked and the girls looked at me.

“So what do you do? Or are you even planning on working?” she asked me and I scoffed. “I’m actually a writer," I explained and she laughed.

“A writer? Are you any good at it?” she asked with a clear judging tone to her attitude. “She’s done lots of things, but she writes novels now,” Winter said in my defense and she hummed.

“You know… I need a script to write for videos I do with Yeosang here. He’s a popular hybrid. I'm sure you’ve seen his videos~” she bragged and I rolled my eyes.

“No thanks. I’m currently writing a book” I muttered and she hummed. “I hate to break your passion, sweetie. But believe me, I can pay you more than you’ll ever make on those silly little stories" she said and I couldn't defend myself as the waiter finally came and took our order.

She made the conversation about herself… I half expected her to leave for her so-called reservation. Instead she stayed until dessert.

That's when I decided to pay attention to the hybrid next to her. She’d order him very small plates of food. He’d also barely touch his food while she ate much more than him.

He wouldn’t look up at us and he sat up properly.

“He’s pretty right?” She said while looking at me. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff I have to do just to manage him. He’s just so pretty that everyone wants a piece of him” she said with a clear smirk on her face.

“She already has hybrids,” Eunchae said and she looked surprised. “I bet not as pretty as my Yeosangie~,” she said and I scoffed.

“Honestly… If San wasn’t bad with people, he could’ve been a really good hybrid model” Liz said and I smiled. “San is really pretty. It's always exotic hybrids who also are sought after '' Winter said and I think they were doing it on purpose. Now taking her attention of.

“I bet Yeosang is better behaved. He can do anything and everything right!” she said and I wondered what she meant by that.

“You look confused? Wanna find out?” she asked and I was confused as to what she was implying. “Maybe it’ll convince you to work for me?” she asked and I scoffed.

“Please… we told her time and time again that panther was nothing but trouble but she always gives him the most attention along with that fox of hers," Wonyoung said as she fixed her lip gloss in front of our unwanted guest.

“Oh, but he's so sweet! And he’s the best cook I've ever seen!” Liz complimented Wooyoung. “You have a fox and a panther? What a weird duo” she said and I shrugged.

“Here,” she said, now handing me a card. It was a QR code with a location on it. “Trust me. Go and you’ll understand what I’m talking about” she said with a smug face.

Yeosang beside her looked… sad? His ears twitched downwards and he had a tired frown on his face as he looked at his full plate, not even enough for a toddler.

“It’ll be fun~”

“y/nnie!!” I heard as I walked inside and kicked off my heels. I hugged Wooyoung who was right in front of me. “Are you okay?” he asked and I sighed.

“I hate people” I muttered and I heard two chuckles. “What happened, kitty?” I heard San say as his face got closer to mine and smiled.

“I’m never leaving this place again,” I said he now looked concerned. Wooyoung lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You must've had a really bad day,” Wooyoung asked and I hummed… “But you got all dressed up… how could you look so pretty and be sad” San teased and I sighed.

“Can I ask you two something?” I asked and I could only see San nod clearly confused. “Can a hybrid really be happy with an owner who can buy everything but be used and overworked?” I asked and they sighed.

“I don’t know… All I wanted was to belong somewhere, I wasn’t given everything I wanted materialistically but I just wanted attention and love” Wooyoung said as he put me down to my bed. “I wouldn't be. You offered me the world but I was sure you’d abuse me… even with everything you gave me, that thought made me angry. I would’ve resented you '' San confessed and I thought back to Yeosang.

He had to have been lying right?

“Why do you guys keep your collars on without taking them off?” I asked and they shrugged. “I like it. It's a sense of security, '' Wooyoung said happily. “It's a pretty comfortable collar… I haven't had it bother me. It's almost like when you wear those tight-fitted necklaces' ' San explained.

“If it did hurt though I wouldn’t wear it for long periods of time” Wooyoung explained. “Why do you ask?” San asked and I shook my head.

“There was this hybrid I saw with this woman. She… was cocky, rude, and insensitive, and yet the way he acts around her reminded me of a trained hybrid. One who was abused and taught to be submissive” I explained and they looked at each other.

“Well… that's common. It's why hybrids pity those in the upper class. They get abused more than a common household would. Even then the percentage is still high” Wooyoung explained and I felt my heart ache.

“Which is why we’re thankful for you. You actually care about us ” San said as he now jumped onto my bed next to me. Wooyoung also joined.

I only ever felt loved by them… and I loved them back.

yeosang's perspective

“How many times have I told you?! You’re just constantly humiliating me!” she yelled while throwing a wine bottle.

“It's fine… you’ll make it up to me right?” she asked with a soft smile and ‘innocent’ eyes. Why did I always fall for it? Why couldn’t I make her proud…

“That girl. The writer, she’s well connected not to mention the daughter of rich parents” she said and I felt dirty as I knew what she wanted.

“You know what to do right, yeosang-ie!” she said with a big smile. I nodded and she left me alone in my room.

All the luxury in the world wasn’t worth it.

Her stupid penthouse apartment just made me feel unloved, neglected, and like a slave.

The beautiful clothing made me feel disgusting… and this stupid sparkly collar with this lock only gave me pain. A constant reminder of how I was just a pet.

That girl… she had two hybrids. I pity any hybrid who had a rich owner.

But at least they weren't alone.

I sat on the couch waiting for the door to open. I was dressed in simple black clothing… There were a lot of erotic items in the bedroom and even the kitchen.

What fantasy would I have to portray this time?

I heard the door click and I stood up with my head down to show her respect… even if she didn't deserve it. “Have fun~” I heard my owner’s voice. I saw the same girl from the other night look at my owner as she closed the door. She is pretty… I'd at least admit that.

She turned to me and her face was flushed. Was she drunk? Most of the people who come here are… I hate this apartment.

“Hello, how may I serve–” “Is there any food?”

She cut me off and I sighed… I couldn’t have guessed she was into that. Then again it's always a surprise. She opened the fridge and sighed. “Why is there so much fruit and chocolate?” she whined. She brought it out and began… eating it?

Was she just hungry?

“Is there something specifically you wanted? I could request it from room service?” I asked and she sighed. She shook her head and continued eating the bowl of fruit. Occasionally dip it in chocolate. “I think he has food ready at home… When is the driver gonna be here?: she asked. “W-what?” I was confused. “The driver? e/n told me they’d be here…” she wandered off.

Did she not know what she was pushed into?

“By the way, she's a bitch?” She said casually, making me let out a quick laugh. It was a random thing to mention. “Hmm. Is it offensive to call someone a bitch if you’re a dog?” she asked and I laughed. “No… not really. Humans made it an insult and if you haven't noticed im not a female” I explained and she nodded.

“Why are you here? Did she want you to convince me to work for her again?” she asked and I didn’t know what to say. “Cause she's a bitch. I make a living off my books… So why is she asking me to do something so simple as scripts? Shouldn’t that be her job?” she complained and I smiled softly.

“Do you know why you’re here?” I asked and she nodded and felt my heart drop. “I’m waiting for the driver,” she explained and I let out a sigh. “I really want to go home. I’m hungry and these fruits aren’t helping” she complained and she started to hiccup. She really was drunk… out of her mind.

“What do you want to eat?” I asked now curious. She smiled softly… “I think Sannie wanted meat again. Anything he wants is fine” she said with a smile. Was that her hybrid?

“Who is he?” I asked and she grinned. “A beautiful panther” she muttered as she wandered off with a stupid smile on her face. “Is that right?” I asked now envious. “Mhm… he deserves the world, him and Woo. I’d give them everything I own to make them happy…” she trailed off. Was she actually good to them?

“What are they like?” I asked and she giggled. “The best…” she said progressively now, getting sleepy after eating. “That collar… doesn’t it hurt?” she asked me and I was shocked she’d ask.

“I’ll be okay” I lied and she hummed. “When’s the driver getting here” she muttered as she now closed her eyes. She sat there with her head in her hands.

She looked like an angel… suddenly her phone rang. It sounded to be coming from her purse… I opened it making sure not to move her to try to turn it off. Instead, I answered the call… “y/n? Where are you, Wonyoung has literally texted everyone to know where you went?” a male voice said… the name was read as Doyoung?

“y/n?” he asked and I didn’t know what to say. “Do I have to call you, Yuta or Johnny?” he asked, sounding worried. “She’s drunk,” I said and it was silent. “Who are you?” he asked now with an angry voice. “e/n took her to an apartment? I’m her hybrid…” I said and he sighed. He asked where the apartment was and I told him. She wasn’t supposed to be here… she was supposed to be at a party out with friends and go home to a warm meal with her hybrids. I was jealous.

I watched as she slept and I thought about taking her to the bedroom but… I didn’t want to see the array of toys, rope, etc to be there. She was better off sleeping here…

The door was soon met with aggressive knocking. I picked her up bridal style not wanting to let them in. They’d know if they saw everything in here… I stopped at the door. They’d know everything here… would they help me? Report it? I’ve tried before… could it be a trick to punish me?

The door soon swung open to reveal a girl and a guy.

“Do something, you're the hybrid specialist!” she yelled/whispered. Hybrid specialist? Would he help me… was I even considered abused? “I’m a hybrid doctor, not a specialist!” he said.

I could hurt her… but she didn’t deserve it. She seemed like a good person…

He soon tried inching closer… he was gonna grab her from my arms–

“Ouch!” he yelled in pain and I hoped he’d do something. Call hybrid control… I’d beg on my knees for him to do something about the bite mark now oozing blood.

“Doyoung!” the girl next to him yelled out as he grip his arm.

“Call, Kun we don’t know what he did to her and he bit me. We’ll have to do an investigation”

-> y/n’s perspective

“She’s always been a heavy sleeper” I heard as I realized how cold it was. “y/n!!” I heard as I realized how bright the room was. “Huh?” I was confused… Where was I? Why did I have such a big headache? “Jeno, give her some space” I heard and I saw three figures looking down on me.

“Uhm… hello?” I said and they smiled softly. “We’re glad you’re okay,” Taeyong said and I nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, realizing how big of a headache I had.

“You were in an apartment with a doberman hybrid. He bit Doyoung and is being investigated” Taeyong said and I was confused. “Just know that you’ll have to make a statement if you remember anything. I hope you’re okay” he said as he left and Jeno rushed to get Johnny as they helped me check out of the emergency room. “y/n!!” I heard that I saw Wonyoung in last night’s dress. “What happened?” I asked and she shook her head.

“I was hoping you’d tell me”

The elevator door opened when I saw San and Wooyoung slumped over the kitchen island sleeping. Have they been waiting for me since last night? Everything is such a blur…

I rubbed San’s arm knowing I should wake him up first since Wooyoung might startle him. His eyes opened and he saw me with relieved eyes. He suddenly tackled me in a tight hug as I noticed his ears were pinned to his skull. “Where were you!” he yelled and I didn’t know what to say.

“We waited all night!!” San scolded them and they looked angry… “I don’t know” was the only thing I could say. They seemed to soften up a bit before calming down and hugging me.

“What do you mean by that?” they questioned and everything was a blur. “I don’t even remember drinking that much… I was told apparently someone took me to an apartment where her hybrid was? Then Wonyoung and Doyoung found me asleep” I confessed.

San looked angry and Wooyoung worried.

“You smelt of alcohol… and medicine but no one’s scent that would imply anything,” San said.

“Do you think someone spiked your drink?” Wooyoung asked and I shrugged. “That seems like the logical reason…” I muttered now feeling stupid.

“You said someone took you to another apartment. They most likely spiked your drink, it isn’t your fault” San said and I only looked down.

I need to try to remember what happened… maybe after a nap.

I woke up… very confused and with a huge headache. I needed to call Taeyong.

I left the bed that had Wooyoung and San as I realized it was night. We went to sleep early in the morning when I came back since the three of us lost sleep.

“Are you okay?” I heard as I was now on the balcony. “Taeyong, is it a crime to spike someone’s drink? Could they get arrested for it?” I asked. “Of course. Do you remember anything?” He asked me… he almost seemed hesitant.

“Yeah… e/n she’s an influencer who manages her hybrid—“ I soon saw the door to go back inside open as I saw San and Wooyoung looking at me worried. I offered them a small smile and tapped the seat next to me. “— I remember her handing me a drink and we had a conversation about her stupid job offer” I explained.

Wooyoung hugged me and rubbed his head on my shoulder almost as if he wanted to keep me warm.

“Do you remember anything that happened in the apartment?” He asked with worry laced in his voice.

“Nothing happened… her hybrid was there alone. I remember just raiding the fridge of strawberries?” I said, trying to remember.

I heard his laugh as San now held my free hand. “I’m glad to hear nothing malicious happened. I’ll make sure to give information to Jaehyun in case a lawsuit comes” he said and I nodded to myself.

“Taeyong? There are rumors about her… Wonyoung at the party told me about her invitation. She handed me one about three days ago? It’s a sex invitation with her hybrid… he does her sex work” I said and I felt San and Wooyoung’s grip tighten on me.

“Did he push you into doing anything?” He asked, sounding a little angry. “No… actually he seemed sweet. The night of the dinner he seemed submissive, I think he’s forced into it” I said my opinion as Taeyong only hummed.

“Do you know anything else I should look into?” He asked and I sighed. “I think she blackmails people… I remember Wonyoung mentioning her suing a few people for inappropriate behavior towards him. I think she wanted to do the same with me” I confessed.

“I’ll look into it,” he said as we said our goodbye and hung up.

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung asked and I smiled softly as I kissed his head. “Yeah… nothing happened despite her intention. I just feel bad for him” I said and they nodded.

“I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to be forced into a life like that. You said he was famous right?” San asked and I nodded.

“I feel bad for whoever it is… but if it was me I would just take it. At least I had a home” Wooyoung said sadly and I hugged him. “But it’s not you,” I said and he smiled softly as he kissed me softly.

“And I’m thankful to you and San for that,” he said as I saw San smile softly.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way”

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fan-fantasies · 9 months

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Jealousy and Dreams (part two)

A/N: thank you so much for the fantastic response to the first part! The ending on this one sucks but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, oral (f receiving obvi), fingering, swearing probably

Part one

Rhea was sleeping peacefully when she felt you moving against her. You pressed your ass further into her hips as you squirmed.

“Mm-more,” you mumbled.

Rhea’s eyes shot open.

She looked at you sleeping next to her, a small sheen of sweat covering you.

“Please,” you whimpered. She looked over to Damian in a panic, not wanting him to hear you. But he was a heavy sleeper and didn’t even stir.

Rhea wasn’t sure if she should wake you or just let you…finish. She placed a hand on your shoulder with every intention of giving you a gentle shake.

“Oh Rhea,” you sighed.

She froze.

She definitely couldn’t wake you now; that would be too awkward. Or would it? You wanted her to some extent and she wanted you so maybe it would work in her favor.

Before she could think on it further, Damian let out a loud snore that seemed to scare you out of your dream and back into a deep sleep.

Rhea just laid there, staring at the ceiling with a smile on her face.

Morning came much to soon and you woke up feeling hot, thanks to the Australian beekcake that was pressed up against you, holding you tightly against her.

You were sure your heart pounding in your chest would wake her.

You stirred a little trying to get more comfortable, but Damian was already awake and once he saw you were too, he clapped his hands together loudly.

“Finally!” He yelled.

“Why are you still here?” Rhea groaned, rubbing her eyes. She was hoping for some privacy this morning.

“Because we’re getting breakfast before the flight. Let’s go, ya lazy bums,” he chuckled. Why did he have to be such a morning person?

“Good morning,” Rhea said to you, shooting you a smile.

“Morning; how’d you sleep?” You asked, sliding from the bed to get ready for the day.

“Ya know, I actually had the craziest dream with you in it,” Rhea told you, waiting for your reaction. You paused, waiting for her to continue.

“What was it about?” You asked hesitantly, your own dream flashing back into your mind. She got out of bed and stood behind you.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she whispered in your ear before laughing. She sauntered into the bathroom, leaving you flustered. What has gotten into that woman?

You met up with some other folks to grab breakfast before a quick flight. They could all tell you were on edge about something and Rhea made sure to stick to you like glue which definitely wasn’t helping the situation. You felt like you were going to explode.

“You okay, gorgeous?” Rhea asked, plopping down into the seat next to you on the flight.

“I thought Finn was sitting with me this time?”

“He asked to switch, is that okay?”

“Oh yeah, of course! Why wouldn’t it be?” You laughed nervously.

“Just wanted to make sure,” she said, giving your thigh a squeeze. You thought she’d remove it once she was done, but she left it there which had your heart racing.

Thankfully the flight was a short one and the drive to the venue for the live show was even quicker.

For live shows, you got to do your own hair and makeup so you did something simple You liked the live shows; there was less pressure and there could be more fan interaction. You’d usually chat with the fans sitting behind your chair and tonight’s crowd was particularly chatty.

You could tell the young man behind you was attempting to flirt with you. You did your best to remain friendly and professional. He wasn’t bad looking and was actually quite funny, but there was only one person on your mind.

And that person also noticed that your new friend was flirting with you. She had her own match against Natalya and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. Every time she saw the man lean over and say something to you, making you smile, she’d slam Nattie a little harder.

The assault was short, Rhea pinning her in her favorite style all while maintaining eye contact with you. Heat rushed to your face as you announced her as the winner. She blew you a kiss which you pretended to catch.

Rhea remained ringside for the next match which was Dom versus Ali. She did her best to focus on the match but she couldn’t help but watch as the man behind you wouldn’t leave you alone. Finally, having enough, she stomped over and grabbed your chair.

“Back off, she’s Mami’s girl,” she snapped, lifting you and your chair and moving you away from him.

“Rhea,” you shrieked as she finally set you down.

“Stay put, sweetheart,” she whispered, leaning down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. The crowd was whooping and hollering at her display. You certainly didn’t mind, you just couldn’t tell if it was all for show or not.

Dom ended up winning his match and thankfully it was the final one. You had a lot of feelings to sort through and you didn’t feel like doing it in front of thousands of people.

You went backstage to grab your stuff but ran into Damian before you could reach it.

“Hey! Great job tonight,” he complimented.

“Thank you! I’m exhausted though so I’m gonna go grab my stuff and find a ride to the hotel.”

He turned around and grabbed something from behind him. He turned back around, already holding your stuff.

“I saw it sitting there and figured I’d bring it to you,” he said.

“Oh my god, thank you! You’re a life saver,” you sighed happily, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Do you wanna share a ride back to the hotel? I have one on the way,” he offered.

Before you could answer, you were being lifted off the ground and hauled away.

“She already has a ride!” Rhea called behind her as she carried you off toward the locker room.

“Rhea! Put me down!”

“No, because the second I do, you’re gonna run off and find someone else to flirt with,” she snapped.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. She finally put you down when you got to the empty locker room, most people already on their way to their hotel.

“Damian, Sonya, that random ass guy in the crowd. I swear, you flirt with everyone but me!” She admitted.

“Do you…want me to flirt with you?”

“I’d just like it if you wouldn’t flirt with everyone else.”

“First off, I don’t even know how to flirt. Second, I haven’t been flirting with anyone! And third, even if I was, what’s it matter to anyone else?” You asked. She took a long step toward you, backing you against the wall.

“It matters because you’re mine,” she growled.

“Says who?” You challenged. She thought for a moment before smirking.

“Says you, in your sleep actually. Moaning my name like the desperate little thing you are,” she chuckled. She ran a finger down your cheek and down your neck, making you shiver.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really? So you’re telling me you haven’t been dreaming about me the last few nights? Tell me, what was I doing to you in those dreams?” She said, leaning in closer.

“Time to go, ladies! Cars are here!” Someone yelled into the locker room. Rhea’s intense stare never left you as she backed away.

“Ride’s here,” she smirked.

Rhea insisted on sitting next to you and it made you feel like your skin was on fire. She knew about the dreams and she was toying with you, you just didn’t know how far she was planning on going with it.

You couldn’t possibly tell her your fantasies. But what if she could make them come true?

“You look like you’re gonna think yourself into a spiral. Calm down, gorgeous,” she said, grabbing your hands that were fidgeting in your lap. “We’re almost there.”

“Yeah that’s the problem,” you mumbled.

“What was that?” She asked.

“Nothing.”

“No speak up. Do I make you nervous?” She asked, leaning in closer.

“No.” You refused to make eye contact with her so she lifted your chin.

“Don’t lie to me. Do. I. Make. You. Nervous?”

“Yes.”

“Do I make your heart race?” She placed a soft kiss on your cheek, quickly pressing another one just below your ear.

“Y-yes.”

“Good, now you know how you make me feel,” she said, pulling away, but still holding your hand.

The driver parked in front of the hotel and you quickly got out, pulling your things from the trunk. Rhea grabbed your bag and carried it with her own which you were grateful for and it was a momentary break from all that had been happening. This was still your sweet Rhea who you cared for, she was just a bit more intimidating now.

She grabbed the key from front desk and led you to the elevator. The tension could be cut with a spoon. Neither of you said anything; you didn’t even know what to say if you wanted to.

You knew what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell her to ravage you and make all of your dreams come true. You couldn’t ignore the aching between your legs any longer. You needed relief and you hoped Rhea wasn’t just teasing and would actually deliver.

Once in your room, you placed your things down and paused for a moment, just to take a deep breath. When you turned around, you jumped slightly, not expecting Rhea to be right behind you.

Before you could say anything, she pulled you closer and pressed her lips to yours. Her tongue swiped your bottom lip before you granted her access to your mouth.

“It drives me insane when I have to watch everyone flirt with you,” she said, easily lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. “Everyone needs to know you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, I swear,” you moaned as Rhea left love bites across your neck. The makeup department was going to hate you after this.

“Tell me about your dreams,” she said, her hands roaming every inch of your body.

“Fuck, it was kinda like this, except with less clothes.”

“I can fix that,” she smirked. She grabbed your top and lifted it over your head. Hers was next to follow as you shimmied out of your pants. “Then what?”

“You went down on me and after you made me cum, you rode my face,” you admitted, too much in the moment to care.

“Is that so? You want me to sit on that pretty face?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

“All in due time,” she chuckled.

She slid your panties down your legs, leaving you bare in front of her. She kissed her way down your body, licking and biting every inch that she could.

She bit particularly hard on your thigh, making you yelp. She just chuckled as she looked up at you through her lashes.

“I hope you’re ready, baby.”

Her head dove straight down to where you had been craving her the most. Her tongue ring nudged your clit just right, making you jump with pleasure. She teased your entrance before dipping her tongue in, fucking you quickly with it.

She picked up speed as she circled your clit, making you throw your head back against the pillows. She stopped her motions causing you to whine.

“Look at me, baby. I wanna see you come undone,” she demanded.

You did your best to look at her, focusing on the pleasure she was giving you. She slid a finger through your folds before plunging into you. She quickly added a second one, thrusting them into you and hitting your spot just right. Her tongue resumed its assault on your clit and it all became too much.

You reached out and grabbed a hold of her hair, holding her in place while you moved your hips to meet the movements of her fingers. You quickly reached your peak, riding your orgasm out against her tongue. She couldn’t help but moan at the taste of you cumming.

“Mami’s turn,” she said, looking at you with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

She removed her pants and underwear quickly before climbing on top of you. You made yourself comfortable as she lowered herself onto your face. She held the headboard to steady herself and began to rock herself back and forth, your tongue happily lapping at her pussy.

The noises falling from her lips were sinful; you could listen to them forever. You did your best to keep your tongue steady against her clit as she fucked your face.

She tasted divine and you knew you could never go back to being just friends after this. You were going to crave her day and night, as if you hadn’t before.

“Fuck, just like that baby. Gonna make Mami cum,” she sighed happily. Her movements sped up until she was using you for her pleasure and you loved every minute of it. Her grip on the headboard tightened before she was cumming on your face. Your name was said like a prayer as she finally came down from her high.

She removed herself from above you and quickly pulled you in for a kiss full of tongue and teeth. She finally slowed down a bit so the two of you could catch your breath.

“Just in case it wasn’t clear, you’re mine now,” she growled, giving you one more slow kiss.

“I promise I’m all yours.”

“So did I make your dreams come true?” She chuckled.

“I think the real thing was even better,” you laughed.

“Just think? Hm, sounds like I didn’t do a good enough job,” she said, making her way down your body once more.

“Rhea, what-“ you were cut off by your own moan as she pushed your legs apart and began eating you out like a starved man once more.

“Just lay back and enjoy, baby. This whole hotel is gonna know who you belong to by the time I’m done with you.”

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song challenge with Jamie tartt ! The just friends one please ☺️❤️

just friends | jamie tartt

based on just friends by virginia to vegas

description: you meet jamie tartt at a gala and he can't help but fall for you.

warnings: language-- it's ted lasso, what did you expect? angst! miscommunication! drinking! making out!

length: 4K words

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When your uncle Trent invited you to a "work party," you expected maybe a private room in a restaurant in Tooting, or at most, a cocktail hour on a boat with snooty, businessmen. You did not expect a full-on red carpet gala with paparazzi, and famous footballers, and well, you got the snooty businessmen part right at least.

You knew your uncle had worked with AFC Richmond in the past. You weren't completely out of the loop. You read the book he wrote-- which was marvelous-- and watched a few of the games last season, but you didn't think he stayed in touch with the Richmond crew. Especially not to the point where he's still invited to their annual charity gala with a plus one.

Because of your lack of preparation, you felt severely underprepared for the event. You stood beside the open bar while your uncle walked around and mingled. You made the excuse that you needed some liquid courage to loosen up before you started chatting with folks who could buy half of England if they wanted to.

"Y/N?" You turned around to find a woman dressed in a gorgeous, sparkly dress, smiling at you. She outstretched her hand, which you gladly accepted. "I'm Keeley. Trent has told me so much about you."

"Keeley Jones!" You exclaimed, a smile overtaking your features. "So nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she beamed, "What ya doin' all the way over here? Come on, have you met the boys yet?"

You didn't have a chance to say no before she was pulling you towards a crowd of men dressed to the nines. You saw your uncle talking to one of them and he shot you a comforting smile as you approached.

"Lads, this is Y/N! Trent's niece."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N!" The boy beside your uncle called out, raising his beer bottle in a hello, "Name's Colin."

Then, the one next to you turned his body to introduce himself, "Hello, my name is Sam. It's a pleasure to meet you."

This caused a domino effect where all the men began introducing themselves to you. It was overwhelming, in a good way, but you knew that you would not be able to remember all of their names.

Finally, there were two boys left to introduce themselves. One had a glass of champagne in his hand, grinning brightly as he waited for his turn to speak. The other was wearing sunglasses indoors--prick-- and looked like he would rather be anywhere else but here.

"Hello, Y/N. My name is Jan Maas." The happier of the two grinned at you. "Trent did not tell us you were this pretty."

"Oi, bruv," Isaac, who you learned was the captain of the team, smacked Jan Maas on his arm, "You don't have to say everything that pops into your head all the time."

You blushed, laughing at the two men bickering. "No worries, I appreciate the compliment, Jan Maas."

The circle was hushed as they waited for the last man to speak up. When it became evident that he was not gonna say anything-- again, prick-- Roy spoke up. "And that's Jamie."

Ah. It made sense now. Jamie Tartt. You heard a lot about him from your uncle and from the sports blogs you read last season when you were trying to get caught up on all things AFC Richmond. You knew Jamie Tartt was the real deal. It suddenly wasn't so surprising that he felt like he was too good to engage in conversation with you.

But you would be a liar if you said that you didn't find him attractive. If he put in the effort to be decent, then you'd definitely be crushing on him already. He looked good. His jacket was discarded somewhere. He had the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows with a gold chain peeking out from under the collar. You had to give credit where credit is due.

You awkwardly moved on from the situation and mingled with the boys. You met Rebecca, Coach Beard, and Nate later in the night. As the gala progressed, your ability to function properly in society deteriorated with every free drink from the open bar. Before you knew it, Keeley was hanging off your arm, giggling over a stupid joke that Richard made.

Wiping your tears of laughter from your eyes, you untangled yourself from Keeley, "Okay, I'm gonna go get us some water."

You walked to the bar area, careful not to trip over your own feet. You sighed a breath of relief when you made it to the counter in one piece, "Two waters, please."

You looked to your left and couldn't help but scoff when you saw Jamie beside you. You rolled your eyes, "Prick."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Are you talking to me?"

It was definitely the alcohol talking. And boy, was it running its mouth. "Yeah, you're bein' a prick."

"I haven't done anythin' to ya," he complained, taking a sip of his water. "What are you callin' me a prick for?"

"Where do I start?" He motioned for you to continue so you did. "First of all, who the hell wears sunnies indoors? There isn't sun in here! And it's nighttime, you don't even need it outside! Oh! And we're in bloody England, when do we ever get sunlight? Sunnies are useless."

He opened his mouth to respond, but you beat him to it, "Second, you didn't have the courtesy to introduce yourself to me. Made Roy do it. Like I get it, you're Mr. Jamie Fucking Tartt. Star Player of AFC Richmond and Golden Boy of the Champions League and gorgeous with amazing hair and I'm just Trent's niece. But would it hurt ya to say hello?"

"Sorry," he mumbled, taken aback by your bluntness. Drunk you could give Jan Maas a run for his money. He couldn't focus on anything else besides the fact that you called him gorgeous.

"'m not done," you continued, taking a deep breath. Ranting about Jamie made you lose your breath, "Lastly, you've been avoiding your teammates, your friends! I literally saw Dani frown! I didn't even think that was possible. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Jamie was stuck staring at you. He hoped you were too drunk to notice the blush on his cheeks. You were wrong about one thing, the sunnies were useful. If he didn't have them on, he was sure you'd notice the way his eyes have been heart-shaped since you first introduced yourself to the group.

He wasn't sure when he stopped being able to talk to pretty girls, but when he saw you approach with Keeley, his knees buckled and suddenly he forgot his own name. He didn't mean to be rude earlier. He wanted to introduce himself but he physically couldn't. By the time he remembered who he was, it was too awkward.

He's spent the rest of the night anxiously replaying the interaction in his head. If he had a sip of liquor, he would, no doubt, yak all over the dance floor so he stayed on the outskirts of the party, dead sober.

Before he could properly apologize for the terrible first impression, you'd already retrieved the two glasses of water from the bartender and began walking toward Keeley.

The day after, Jamie texted Keeley for your number. At first, he tried to play it off as just wanting to apologize to you for being rude the night before, but Keeley could read him like the back of her hand.

She smirked and sent your number over to Jamie.

That's how you found yourself nursing a hangover, cursing whoever texted your phone because it dinged so loud that your headache increased tenfold. When you checked your phone and saw an unknown number, you didn't think much of it at first. You knew you exchanged numbers with a few people last night so it wasn't out of the ordinary to get random texts. But when you saw the follow-up texts, you quickly sobered up.

From: Unknown

"Hi, Y/N. Got your number from Keeley."

From: Unknown

"Just wanted to say sorry for bein a prick yesterday. Promise, I'm not like that."

From: Unknown

"This is Jamie, btw."

From: Unknown

"Jamie Tartt"

From: Unknown

"From Richmond"

You laughed at his texts. Did he seriously think you wouldn't be able to deduce that it was him? You didn't know many Jamies. In fact, he's the only Jamie you knew. Plus, the prick thing gave it away.

To: Jamie Tartt From Richmond

"Figured it was you, Jamie. But thanks for the clarification. - Y/N Y/L/N, Trent Crimm's niece."

That was the start of your friendship with Jamie.

"Jamie fucking Tartt!" Your voice boomed throughout the locker room, easily drowning out the hum of conversations that the boys were having. "You're dead!"

A chorus of "oooohs" rang across the room with all the boys patiently waiting to see what Jamie did this time. You and Jamie have been engaged in a month-long prank war. How Jamie managed to be a professional footballer (who is leading the team in goals and plays a large part in the team's 5 game-winning streak) and still have time to meticulously plan pranks was beyond your understanding.

Jamie was halfway done with getting dressed when you walked in. His shirt was still folded neatly in his cubby when he turned around to greet you with a smirk, "Hey, love. Are you wrapped up?"

You couldn't help but let your eyes roam down his chest and his torso. On your scan back up, your eyes stopped at his arms. God, his arms. For the most part, you were able to control your attraction for Jamie, but sometimes, the universe tested you. This was one of those moments.

Jamie bit his lip when he realized you were checking him out. He cleared his throat, breaking you from your trance, "So, you wrapped up and ready to go?"

You remembered why you were pissed at him. "You wrapped my entire car in plastic wrap! How the hell am I going to get home?"

At your explanation, the team chuckled at Jamie's latest prank. You turned around to shoot daggers at all of them. The laughter stopped.

"Someone wrapped your car in plastic wrap?" He faked a shocked face, "That's horrible."

Two can play that game.

"Is that why you invited me to watch training today?" You gasped, acting like your feelings were hurt. You pretended to cry, sniffling as you lowered your head, "Thought you wanted to see me. Whole time you just wanted to prank me."

Jamie's eyes widened. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards his chest as he began to mumble a million apologies, "No, no, Y/N. I did want to see you, promise! I just thought that it would also be fun to pull a prank, but you know I wanted to see you. Always want to see you, love. Please don't cry."

For a while, you forgot you were playing a bit. All you could focus on was that your head was laying on Jamie Tartt's bare chest while his arms were wrapped around you. He was kissing the top of your head and apologizing to you for a stupid prank.

You'd been in these situations before. After a few months of being friends with Jamie, you found that he was extremely touchy and clingy, which you did not expect from him. When he'd come over to hang out and watch movies, he'd end up with his head on your lap while you played with his hair. After games where Richmond won, you'd meet him in the car park when everyone's gone home where he'd run to you, hug you, then spin you around while you giggled and told him to put you down.

But this time was different. You were in front of people who were staring at you. Their hushed whispers, traces of smiles in their voice, brought you back to reality. You pulled away from him, red-cheeked, and stuttering. You saw Bumbercatch from the corner of your eye, sending you a wink.

"Jam," you said, "I'm just kidding. I'm not really upset."

"Oi," he frowned, finally putting a shirt on. "That's not nice. I thought I actually made you upset."

"Well, I am upset because you wrapped my car in plastic wrap." You reminded him. The room started to clear out, the boys bidding you a goodbye as they exited. You waited for Jamie to get his things together before walking out with him. "Can we call it a truce on the pranking?"

"You givin' up?" he raised his eyebrows, "Didn't peg you as a quitter."

"Not giving up," you shoved him lightly, "Just don't want to hurt your feelings again. Seriously, Jamie, you nearly cried and got on your knees when you thought I was upset! Embarrassing for you."

He was about to argue when he saw your teasing smile. He shook his head, blushing. It was embarrassing, really. It was so embarrassing how he was so gone for you. The idea of making you feel bad, even on accident, killed Jamie. He never wants you to be upset.

There was something magnetic about you. No matter how hard he tried-- and he did try-- to stay away from you, or at the very least ignore his romantic feelings towards you, the stronger your pull was. Jamie can't remember the last time he woke up without thinking of you or the last time he went to bed without the thought of you in his dreams.

Ever since the night of the gala, Jamie only fell harder for you. At first, it started out with just finding you attractive. Jan Maas was right, Trent did not mention just how beautiful you were. Even if Trent did try to explain it, Jamie didn't think the English language could do your beauty any justice. As he got to know you, your goofiness, kindness, and gigantic heart, he knew he was a goner.

With you, he could act like a stupid little kid. He can have fun with you, laugh at everything, and do nothing but sit on your couch eating junk food. But he can also be vulnerable with you. He hasn't mentioned all of his past to you, half afraid that you'd run away once you get a deeper look into who he is and what he's gone through, and half nervous that once he lets you in completely, he'll never recover if you ever break his heart.

He wasn't ready to lose you. Not yet. Not ever.

"Let me help you get your car untangled," he offered, opening the door to leave the facility. "Least I can do."

"How the hell did you do this while you were at training? I literally watched you the entire time and you were on the pitch."

"You were watching me?" he asked, looking at you with a glimmer in his eye.

You scrunched your nose, feeling caught. You had a joke ready as a response but it never made its way past your throat. You looked at him, a small smile on your face. You leaned over and placed a hand on his bicep, "Always am."

Jamie gulped, the feeling of your touch making his brain short-circuit. He felt his heart beating out of his chest. He really was pathetic. He backed away from your touch before he could do something he would later regret, "I paid Kenneth to do it while we were trainin'."

Your jaw hung low, a look of disbelief now on your face. Jamie, knowing you too well, sensed that you were about to tackle him and ran away from you. You chased him around the empty car park, with your plastic-wrapped car and his obnoxious sports car as the only inhabitants, while yelling, "I'm going to get you back so good!"

This, you thought, this is a life you could get used to.

You shouldn’t have gotten used to it.

You didn’t know how things changed so quickly. One minute, you were leaning your drunk self on Jamie as you sang a horrible rendition of “When He Sees Me” from The Waitress, the next, he was ignoring your calls and avoiding every event where you’d be in attendance.

It’s been a week since you last heard from Jamie and you were tired of it. You marched on the pitch, ignoring Roy’s complaints. The boys halted their movements, glancing at each other with worried looks, before staring directly at Jamie.

“Stop being a fucking prick!” You exclaimed. He huffed, continuing to ignore you. He continued the drills he was doing before you showed up, though none of his teammates joined him. “Tartt!”

He rolled his eyes, finally stopping to look at you, “What?”

“Oi! Tartt, Y/L/N, can you settle your lover’s quarrel in the tunnel? We have trainin’!” Roy yelled.

“Start walking, Tartt,” You weren’t going to let him off the hook that easily. You walked behind him as he made his way to the tunnel behind the coaches. You were really glad today was a closed practice.

By the time you made it to the tunnel, your initial anger had subsided. You just felt bad. Why did he stop talking to you? Was it something you did? You knew that he was avoiding you given how he just reacted on the pitch. What you didn’t understand was why.

“What do you want, Y/N?” There was venom in his tone.

You blinked, not used to that tone from Jamie. “Why’re you bein’ such a prick all of a sudden? What have I done?”

“Seriously?” he let out a humorless laugh.

Now it was your turn, “What are you on about? You’re the one who’s been avoiding me and I don’t even know why!”

“Don’t turn this on me.” He ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up just enough for a few loose stands to fall in front of his face. It took all the strength in the world not to reach over to fix it for him. “You’re the one being cruel and mean. That little prank you pulled.”

“Jamie, what prank?” you took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers, “I have no idea what happened! Please do enlighten me!”

“No, I’m not going to recount the most embarrassing moment of my life for your enjoyment.”

“Enjoyment?!” You yelled, more confused than ever. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Right,” he shook his head, looking at you. Tears were pooling in his eyes. He bit his bottom lip before continuing, “You don’t remember being in the back seat of the Uber after karaoke where you were playing with my feelings.”

“I don’t.”

“Oh, come off it, Y/N,” he sighed. He shut his eyes, blinking away his tears. “You know how I feel about you. Everyone does at this point! Like, I’m so pathetic when it comes to ya. So when you look at me with that look in your eye like you might actually feel the same way as I do and tell me that you want to kiss me, just to remind me that we shouldn’t because we’re just friends, you’re just being plain cruel. It’s mean, Y/N.”

You were speechless, which Jamie mistook as another rejection. He continued to ramble on. “I’ve been so in love with you since I met you. I’ve never met anyone like you, never felt this way with anyone. And I haven’t really been discreet about it, either. Even fucking Beard have said somethin’ about how I look at ya. The lads haven’t stopped teasin’ me about you since you showed up in my kit at our first home game.”

“Jam,” you began, out of breath like the wind was just knocked right out of you. “I don’t remember this happening in the car.”

Jamie finally looked at you, as if the mist of anger dissipated from his vision. He looked at you intently. Your bottom lip was quivering and your eyes were trying to desperately make sense of the situation.

“Oh, fuck,” he gulped. He scratched the back of his neck with his left hand, rocking on the balls of his feet. “You really don’t remember, huh?”

You shook your head, “No, I don’t. I blacked out after I sang that last song.”

“Now, I feel awkward.”

“Yeah, you should,” you chuckled. You walked closer to him, reaching out to fix his hair. You felt him stop breathing for a second. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them back up to see you so close to him. So close. You cradled his face in the palm of your hand, letting your thumb run across his cheekbone. “You love me?”

The tips of his ears turned pink, “Yeah, I do.”

“Hmmm,” you hummed, inching closer to him. “For the record, I probably did want to kiss you then even though I can’t remember it now because I always want to kiss you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” It was your turn to stop breathing. Jamie placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Also probably only said we shouldn’t because I was too scared to lose you, but I don’t want to be just your friend, Jam.”

“Don’t wanna be just your friend either.”

“Well, we should probabl-”

“For fuck’s sake,” The two of you jumped apart at Roy’s voice from the pitch. “Just fucking make out already!”

You both looked at the pitch to see the entire team, coaches and Will included, staring at the both of you in anticipation. Jamie laced your fingers together and led you inside the facility, the sound of groans and boo’s from the team echoing through the tunnel. You laughed heartily at their reaction. As he was leading you to the boot room, Jamie looked over his shoulder and sent you a shy smile.

He opened the door and turned the lights on with his free hand, never once letting go of yours. Before you could say a thing, Jamie pressed you up against the wall and kissed you like his life depended on it. You sighed into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair, and gave it a soft tug. He grunted in approval, slipping his tongue swiftly into your mouth. As things started to get heated, you felt him smile against your lips, causing you to pull back.

After you’ve separated, he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, looking as content as ever. He gave you one last peck before giving some space between both of your bodies, “So does that mean that you fancy me too?”

“Jamie, come on,” you pressed your head on his shoulder, unable to stop the blush from your cheeks from spreading, “You know I love you, too.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured with how you kissed me.”

“Hey!” you protested, glaring at him playfully.

He laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. His hands found your waist again. He was drawing shapes with his thumb on the small piece of exposed skin on your stomach. “I love you.”

“So what does this make us?”

“Well, you’re my girlfriend now.”

You pushed him away a bit, raising one eyebrow, “I don’t recall being asked to be your girlfriend.”

“Fine,” he conceded, “I’ll ask, but it’s going to be so over the top and so ridiculous that you’ll regret that you had me ask.”

You giggled, pulling him closer again, “Don’t think I’ll ever regret that, Jam.”

He placed his lips on you again, slowly and passionately. When he pulled away, he had a serious look on his face. “You may not be my girlfriend yet, but I am 100% your boyfriend. I am taken. I’ve already been taken for a while, but it’s official now.”

You grabbed his face in your hands, placing a kiss on his nose, “Of course, boyfriend.”

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A Nice Guy

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK x FEM READER

Summary: You've teased and taunted your neighbor Kyle for months on end, curious to see just how much a nice guy like him can take before he snaps. (And then, ya know, smut happens.)

Warnings/Tags: Profanity, Explicit language, Explicit sexual content, P in V sex, Rough sex, Good boy Gaz has left the building, No use of Y/N

(Notes: This is just a smut purge, folks. Don't think about it too hard, just go with it. Hope you enjoy!)

Word Count: 2.2K

Ask anyone in your building about the soldier who lives across the hall from you, and they all will basically tell you the same thing.

"He's a good lad."

"Solid bloke."

"Couldn't ask for a better mate."

"Such a nice young man."

So, general consensus: Kyle Garrick is a nice guy.

Maybe a little too nice, you think.

You see how he looks at you, where his eyes linger. He may be a nice guy, but he's still a red-blooded man under that faded ball cap and warm, friendly smile. He just needs a little... push.

So, push him you do.

You make it hard for him to ignore you. It starts with lingering touches and longing looks, but soon graduates to less subtle overtures.

You stop him for a chat sans bra in the chilly hallway, an innocent smile on your lips when your nipples pebble under your tight tank top and his attentive gaze. He licks his lips and tries his best to maintain eye contact, but he fails again and again before you finally let him off the hook.

You see how his warm brown eyes darken and his breath hitches when you 'accidentally' brush your hand against the front of his trousers at the post boxes. You murmur a shy apology and bite your lip, but he sees the way your eyes slide down his torso to catch on the bulge below his belt. You raise your brows and smirk before sauntering away.

But Kyle Garrick is a nice guy.

He tries to avert his eyes when you bend over in your short skirt to pick up the keys you dropped, because, oops! you're such a little klutz. If he happened to catch a glimpse of red lace disappearing between your thighs, it's never mentioned.

He grins and bears it when you press up against him in the crowded lift, apologizing even as you back your ass up against his crotch. You're rewarded for your efforts when you feel his cock twitch in interest, and he leaves the lift with his workout bag clutched over his jock.

His smile is strained but indulgent when you stroke his thigh under the table at the pub. Your friends sit around you, laughing and drinking, oblivious to the torture you're inflicting on the poor man beside you. You giggle then hiccup, announcing that your last glass of wine went straight to your head. It's obvious that you're a little too drunk to be held responsible for your actions. Yet he never offers to remove your hand or stop you, so you knead his flexing thigh for the rest of the night.

Poor Kyle.

It becomes a game to you, winding him up. You revel in his pent-up frustration; love how he now glares at you with that feral light in his eyes when you peer up at him with innocent guile. You know he wants you, and you want him, too, but watching him struggle to maintain his control is just so addictive. It's a high like nothing you've ever experienced before, and you know you won't be satisfied until you make him break.

You just never expected him to break the way he did.

A fancy boxed mattress gets delivered to your flat, the delivery guy insisting that it's yours; the invoice backs him up. There's a card attached to it, a short note scribbled inside:

'Congratulations! You won!'

Did you win some random drawing? Sign up for a chance to win online? Then again, you're always buying raffle tickets from the kids in the building for some fundraiser or another.

It must be serendipity. You had been complaining about your old mattress hurting your back just the other day in the lift, and then, boom! A new mattress appears. You shrug it off and smile, pleased with your stroke of good luck. No sense looking a gift horse in the mouth, you decide, and begin to drag the box into your flat.

"Need help with that, pet?"

It's Kyle, leaning in his open doorway, arms crossed over his chest, benign smile on his face. He's dressed for a lazy day at home- a tee, sweats and trainers, so, it's no bother helping you out. He steps forward and lifts the box to his shoulder, muscles bulging under the tight fit of his tee.

"Lead the way," he says, herding you back into your flat, making you jump when he kicks the door shut behind him.

He helps you remove your old mattress and unboxes the new one, grinning as you laugh in delight at the way it expands to full size before your eyes. The two of you wrestle it into position on your bed, then he helps you with the sheets.

You're bent over smoothing out the wrinkles when you feel him step behind you. You glance over your shoulder and the air catches in your throat. His legs brush the backs of your thighs as he steps closer, a dark, hungry expression on his face.

"Kyle—"

That's all you get out before his big hand lands on the small of your back and he slides it forward to press your chest into your new mattress. "Sorry, pet. Can't help myself," he apologizes, but he doesn't sound like he's sorry, and he doesn't remove his hand.

But Kyle Garrick is a nice guy. He would never take advantage of your vulnerable position. He would never crowd you forward, never grab you by the waist as he buckles your knees with his. He's not the type of guy who would manhandle you onto all fours on your brand-new mattress, would never dare to yank your leggings and panties down your thighs before burying two fingers knuckles-deep in your pussy.

Your grunt of surprise says it all.

But this is Kyle Garrick, the nicest guy you'd ever want to meet.

Yet the man who is now kneeling behind you with his fist clenched in your hair doesn't resemble that nice guy at all. This man is anything but nice, and he is intent on ruining you.

You whimper out a pitiful cry as his hand connects with your ass, hot and stinging. "Ah!" you squeak, embarrassed when you feel a trickle of arousal slip down your thigh.

His laugh is low and dark as he crooks his fingers inside you and smacks your ass again. You clench down hard on his stroking digits, gasping a cry when he plants his thumb on your clit and rubs hard, fast circles into it. Toes curling, your body jolts away from the intense stimulation, but he just barks a mean laugh and slaps your ass again before hauling you back.

You try lifting your head, but he tightens his fist in your hair and pushes your face back into the mattress with an amused, breathless grunt. "Oh, no ya don't. You wanted to tease me, huh?" he pants out as he hauls his cock and balls over the top of his sweatpants. He smacks the head against a reddened cheek. "Make me lose control?" he husks out as he hikes your hips higher. He grunts out a laugh. "Congratulations, pet. You won."

The words on the card dance before your eyes as his first thrust shoves your head into the pillows, sheets rucking up at your knees. Your shocked little cry makes him huff out another laugh. "Do ya like your prize, sweetheart?" he bites out, holding his full length inside you. He grips your hips hard enough to bruise as his chin drops to his chest. His breath hisses through his teeth before he mutters, "Fuck. Knew you'd feel good, but shit..."

He grunts out a low growl as he draws back his hips, a slow drag that acquaints you with every ridge and vein of his cock. You're clenching desperately, walls spasming as they try to cling onto his retreating length. He groans as he withdraws, not stopping until the ridge of his swollen tip catches on the rim of your entrance. He forces himself to look away from his glistening, wet length, yanking your head back to meet your eyes.

"Should I be the bigger person here, pet? Should I give ya what ya want, or should I tease ya with it?" he asks with a wicked grin as he circles his hips.

His hips then flex and his cock inches in just enough to give you hope before he pulls out again, and the walls of your cunt clench like a fist, squeezing the breath from your lungs.

You squirm and whine, trying to push your hips back, but he holds you firm. "Ah-ah! C'mon, I want to hear ya say it, first. Tell me what ya want." When you only whimper in frustration and jerk your hips, his hand cracks over your ass again as he gives your head a rough little shake. "Say it," he snarls.

Your mind is reeling. It's too much and not enough, and it's all happening so fast, but you got what you wanted. You made him break, you just never considered that he could break you, too, but now it's happening, what you've always wanted to happen, and it's...

... Just. Too. Much.

"You!" you cry out, plaintive and high. "I want— you!"

He sighs in satisfaction, his breath gusting over your back. "There she is. There's my girl," he moans, then spears your body on his length again, relishing the way your eyes go wide, how your lips form a perfect little 'O'.

He grips your hair and gives your head a lazy shake. "Now, say you're sorry," he croons.

You heave a sob, squeezing your eyes shut, shaking your head no, even as you begin to chant out a breathy, "'M sorry, 'm sorry. Sorrysorrysorrysorry..."

A dark chuckle makes you shiver as he folds himself over your back, his plush lips pressing a tender kiss behind your ear. "I forgive you," he whispers, letting go of your hair to smooth it away from your face. "Now, show me how sorry you are."

Hooking his hand over your shoulder, he takes hold of your hip and proceeds to pound you into the mattress. You keen his name out as your back arches, and his next thrust collapses your knees. "That's it, love," he puffs out, riding you into the bed. "Cry for me... Tell me how sorry ya are... for making me wait so long."

You would if you could, because you are sorry. You are so-so sorry for making him wait and denying yourself, but words escape you. With his big hand splayed between your shoulder blades, his hips rocking between your trembling thighs, the ability to speak abandons you, leaving you to babble incoherent sounds into the sheets.

His grunts and hissed curses are your benediction. His bruising thrusts battering your tender folds, the slap of his balls against your swollen clit are your atonement. The sweat that drips from his chin to patter across your back is his blessing.

This is how he forgives you.

Your pelvic muscles tighten, walls bearing down. He's worked you up so fast, your building orgasm takes you by surprise. It barrels past you at a speed that you can't keep up with and slams you into a wall, your release gushing as your core contracts. You clench so hard it makes you cry out, a pleasure that dances on a razor's edge of pain.

"Bloody— hell!" Kyle whines, bowing over you as you grip him like a vice. "I can't... You're too... Fuck!" he snarls out.

His hand grips your shoulder as his hips begin to piston, rutting into your tight, spasming walls as he comes unhinged. A string of curses and praise pour over your head as his weight presses you into the bed. He's dragging your orgasm out to a point of overstimulation, but there's no escape. You lie beneath him and pay your penance, wailing when he wrenches another orgasm from your body on the heels of the last one.

Your spine curves when you cum, cunt pulsing, working to pull him deeper, and it's all over for him. He plows forward with one last feral growl, and then his body seizes up behind you, cock buried to the hilt between your shaking legs. His hips jerk with his release, his breath choking off in his throat.

And you're just... gone.

You can see, you can hear, you can feel, but your brain isn't really processing any of it. Awareness is slow to return, but eventually you become aware of the heavy weight covering your prone form, can feel the heaving breaths warm and damp against your neck, notice how hot your skin feels compared to the cold, sticky puddle on the sheets between your spread thighs.

You moan and twitch, unable to move, stirring the man above you into action. The heavy weight is lifted away, and you feel buoyed up on the new mattress, your body now floating with your blissed-out brain.

Kyle flops over on his back beside you, hooded eyes peering up at the ceiling as he tucks an arm behind his head. He waits until his breath has evened out before he turns his head to look at you. There is hesitance in his expression and caution in his gaze, but hope is there, too, flickering behind his eyes.

You blink, sighing out a breath as your lips curve into a slow smile.

"Thanks for the new mattress, Kyle."

He smirks, brown eyes going soft and warm as he hooks his arm around your waist to drag you closer. Hand cupping your ass, he claims a kiss before he whispers against your lips, "You're welcome."

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lazorbeanz · 20 days

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Late Night

Unbreakable Bond

Headcanons and indirect quotes :p #4

🔶 Tails: You ready for tomorrow’s history test?

Sonic: Yea

Tails: What ended in 1896?

Sonic: 1895

Tails: Yea you ready…

🔷 Tails: So, who did ya learn about today?

Sonic: Errr some guy called ‘Martha Luker King Jr.’

Tails: *tryna hold it together* u-uhm okay…and what did he do?

Sonic: *with all confidence* He died for our sins…

Tails: Wait no that’s- *wheeze*

🔶 Sonic singing along the Chorus of Speed Life (he doesn’t know French): 🎶“Something something speed life…SOMEBODY’S WATCHING MEEEEEE”🎶

🔷 Sonic and Tails have this challenge they do at karaoke nights where they attempt to sing a song that’s not in English, which really just ends up as a big laughing fest as they fail miserably. Sonic tries to make up for it by dancing to the music (cuz mind you, it’s catchy) but his legs turn into spaghetti from his fit, and faceplants onto the floor. Tails attempts to help him up but his knees do a funny and falls on top of him, leaving the brothers immobile and gasping for air.

🔶 Sonic: is the pink panther a lion?

Tails: say that again but slower

Sonic: I don’t get??

Tails: he’s the pink PANTHER

Sonic: okay?? But is he a lion?

Tails: 🤦..*grabs the landline phone* hello is this the brain replacement store-

🔷 The brothers have a war going on in their Snapchat stories, where they would steal awkward pics of each other…whether that’s Sonic eating a really messy chilidog or tails after an experiment gone horribly wrong, with the caption being like ‘look at this loser lol’ or something meme related…yes they turn each other into memes

🔶 Sonic would randomly decide to attach tails to a lead every now and then to see his reaction, which at first was pretty vicious, but now he’s just like “rlly bro? -_-” but either one would send Sonic in hysterics

🔷 Tails: hey Sonic, what word starts with “f” and ends with “u c k?”

Sonic: Fu- WAIT TAILS NO-

Tails: it’s firetruck! 😊 uhh sonic?

*cue sonic getting carted away in an ambulance…i think he stopped breathing*

🔶 Since Sonic doesn’t give a toss, tails would somewhat keep an eye out on his brother’s quill care (you could say Amy has talked to Tails about the matter) so after heaps of reasoning and the last resort - the cute fox eyes, Sonic reluctantly gives in to letting his younger brother brush his quills for the first time. It’d go down something like this…

Tails: one~

Sonic: ow-

Tails: two~

Sonic: OWWW…how many of these (brush strokes) do we have to do?!

Tails: like a thousand or something…thre-

Sonic: AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEE!!!!🦅🦅🦅

ANOTHER LIFE IN THE DREAMHOUSE REFERENCE IM SORRY IM SORRY-

🔷 Tails was so sleep deprived that he almost mistook liquid petroleum for coffee one morning (somehow)

🔶 Tails loves planes…in all forms…and THAT INCLUDES the one used to be fed…

Sonic: Tails, you are 8 years old, with an IQ of about 300…and you still want me to do…this?

Tails: b-but…aeroplaneee 🥺

Happy wholesome Wednesday!

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icycoldninja · 2 months

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I’m sorry I just love this idea so hear my out: DMC 3 Dante X fem gf reader where they have like a really cute and fluffy late night call (basically phone pillow talk) cause y/n’s parents forbid her from dating Dante

Alright, here it is, extra fluffy! Enjoy! 💜

Secret chat (DMC3! Dante x Fem!Reader)

Giggling softly, you crept towards your bedroom door and quietly slipped out of it, padding down the hall to your parents' darkened bedroom. You pressed your ear to the door and listened intently for any sounds of movement or talking, but were thankfully only able to hear soft snores. Glad that they were finally asleep, you returned to your bedroom just as silently as you'd exited it and shut the door carefully before snatching your phone from your nighstand, leaping into your bed and sliding under the covers, a wide smile on your face.

Your fingers practically trembling with excitement, you dialed your boyfriend's number and (im)patiently waited for him to pick up. After two rings, you heard a click, followed by his voice.

"Hey, babe, miss me?" A massive grin erupted on your face as you eagerly responded,

"I sure as hell was. How are you?"

"Good, pretty good...been missing you a lot though. Folks still being hard-asses?" You nodded, sighing softly.

"Yeah. They caught me texting you once and threatened to cancel my phone service if I contact you again, so now I can only call you when they're asleep."

"Damn, that sucks. Can't wait for ya to get the hell outta there and come live with me...think of all the cool shit we could do together," Dante chuckled lowly, his voice echoing through the phone. "Could cuddle all day 'n night...no need to look over our shoulders cause we're free as birds." You laughed, adjusting your position and pulling the covers further over your head.

"I'd love that, but I love my parents, even if they are bit strict. I can't just up and leave."

"Yeah, alright," Dante sighed, though there was a tinge of laughter in his voice. "Should've guessed--my girl is the sweetest and most loyal chick to've ever lived." You felt yourself blush at the compliment, and unintentionally out a small grumble-whine. "Aww, what's wrong?" Dante cooed, laughing some more. "My girl not know how to take a compliment?"

"Shut up," You retorted, jokingly, before changing the subject. "So, did you do anything interesting today?" Dante let out a long exhale before responding,

"Nah, not really. Well, I did kill this giant demon lizard with 400 eyeballs, but not much else. You?"

"I mostly just missed you all day."

"Aww, baby..."

"What? It's true! I miss you whenever you're not around."

"Ah, you're so sweet. I miss you too, y'know. I love ya."

"I love you too, Dante." At that moment, Dante yawned, prompting you to yawn as well.

"Ya tired?" He asked, yawning again. You nodded, sighing and rolling over.

"Yeah..you?"

"Very." He yawned again, then groaned; judging by the cracking of limbs your heard in the background, he was stretching. "Wanna go to bed?" You hesitated, before shaking your head and responding,

"Nope, I wanna stay up and talk to you some more."

"What? C'mon," Dante sniggered playfully, "You'd pick me over a good night's sleep? Now I know you ain't thinking straight."

"How can I?" You giggled, grinning. "I'm crazy over you."

"Ah, you're just butterin' me up," Dante chortled, "You're so sweet and I love that 'bout you. Well, to be honest, I love all of ya."

"I love you too, Dante," You answered, blushing madly. "I love you so, so-" You paused to yawn, "-much."

"You sound real tired," Dante remarked, "No wonder, it's almost 2 A.M. Go get some rest, babe, otherwise your pretty face'll have dark eye circles."

"Ok," You conceded, reluctantly. "Love you, baby."

"Love ya too, sweetcheeks. Sweet dreams. Can't wait till our next secret chat."

"Me too, Dante, me too," You agreed, puckering your lips to make a kiss sound that Dante could hear. Then, you hung up, turning your phone off and sliding it back onto your nightstand before curling up under your blankets and getting ready to drift off to sleep.

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lazyneonrabbitt · 3 months

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Shared Interests [Pt.3]

Daryl Dixon x Reader [Pt.1][Pt.2] [Pt.4]

Daryl's pack loves parties, so you agree to throw one in honor of your daughter.

While you loved having the pack around for celebrations, now was a little too early.

Baby Lily was born all but two days ago and the family members started trickling in already to bring gifts and talk about the big party to celebrate the little one.

Right now all you wanted was rest.

You had allowed the calmest pack mother to come help around the house and teach you about taking care of an infant werewolf, which Daryl also found very helpful seeing he had no clue on how to be a father.

You learned their feeding habits were different from human babies and were shown how the little one easily chowed down small pieces of meat at only a few days old.

Daryl's pack had proven to be a persistant bunch, each member coming over to drop off gifts ranging from full ready meals to toys for the pup. One of Daryl's cousins, the one who had built the crib you had now, had offered to build a kiddie bed too. "for when the kid got too big for her crib."

It was still weird to be so welcomed from day one. Even while being the odd one out you were immediately seen as a part of the pack.

So here you sat with Daryl, discussing when to give the pack their party. It was a tradition and you weren't going to withold them from celebrating. You just had to set some ground rules.

You blessed the weather being nice enough to celebrate outside and planned all the necessary things in record time.

Daryl suggested two weeks would be enough for everyone to have dropped by for their initial visit so the focus could be more on getting together instead of hovering around the newborn.

Laura, your cousin in-law slash house help told you pack stories of herself and other mothers.

Surrounded by their closest pack members even while the pups were being born. All the ladies had seem multiple litters being born because of how normal it was to share those moments. But she also knew Daryl wasn't one of the people who needed folk around him every day. After admitting on one hand she found it sad to not be there when your child was born, she also understood you were human and had other preferences. Besides the fact that your pup came unexpected, a few days early and in the middle of the night.

Two weeks of slow visitation and party prep passed and you had fallen into a pleasant routine around the pup that worked for both you and Daryl. But you started noticing the leftover benefits from carying a wolf pup were fading because the bitemarks left around your nipples weren't healing as quickly anymore.

Daryl had caught your discomfort and made quick work of cornering you for a chat.

"Yer mind's loud. Hear it buzzin' through the walls." You were captured between his frame and the kitchen counter, unable to escape and admit your annoyingly loud thoughts.

"I'm just sore. The wolfblood is filtering out of my body I think." You automatically sulked into him at the annoying confession. You were so used to the faster healing and improved endurance you were sad your weak human self was returning.

"How 'bout we have a serious chat after the party. Cuz I don' want ya feelin' like yer weak just cus yer a human."

You gave him a soft kiss and agreed to wait for the party to be over. Now focusing on getting everything ready for tomorrow.

The day started slow like any other. You were blessed with a child that slept throigh the night as long as she got fed before bed.

While you prepared breakfast Daryl made his way around the house with a complaining Lily in his arms. The second she saw you she wanted to be fed, but making breakfast and feeding her were no tasks to be combined.

Daryl had given her a slice of ham already, but that didn't suffice. Her whines made that very clear.

"Daryl?" Your voice was picked up by your husband and within moments he was at your side. "Just the bacon left. I can go feed her if you wanna finish this?" You already held your arms open to take Lily from him.

Your kitchen held enough space for you to hang out comfortably as Lily had her breakfast and also give you a lovely view of Daryl cooking bacon to go with your egg sandwiches.

Today was gonna be a good day. You had it all planned out and were excited to see the in-laws again.

But first breakfast. With Lily done feeding you could finally start eating. Thankfullyneach pack mom had the same idea and each gifted you a large basket full of puppy items and a note informing the basket itself and the added blanket were perfect to place your newborn in for a bit to rest your arms. You kept one in almost every room, including one next to you on the table.

You coo'ed at her as you placed her in the soft basket, much to Daryl's amusement.

You found the baskets a bit strange at first, but Daryl had convinced you to give them a chance and now you couldn't function without them.

Just as your butt touched yoir chair again, Daryl came up to the table with two large plates of food.

You two ate dinner and went through the day's plans again before cleaning up the dishes and taking turns taking a shower and setting up the last party prep.

You made sure to give Lily her lunchtime feeding so she'd be asleep just before the people started coming in.

With the large double doors to the back porch opened up you had a perfect view of her living room nap spot and worried a bit less about having to stay at her side the whole time.

Folks started coming in, quickly finding you and Daryl to share congratulations and more small gifts.

The farmers had come empry handed, but not without a promise of a large produce delivery coming in tomorrow. The eight wolves living there took care of greens, eggs, milk and meat.

Some parents had brought their kids too, who were all too eager to grab your hands to be lead to the newborn for a look. You admitted to be a bit anxious, but they all behaved exceptionately well. They sat down on the floor and said quiet hello's.

While you were away from the parents one of the older teens came to you. She had a worried look on her face and sat down close to you before speaking softly.

"Can I ask you something?" She had her head almost laying on your shoulder with how close she got, but you let her stay and let her speak.

"How did you react when you found out Daryl was a werewolf?" The question came out so careful, she was clearly afraid of something she didn't share out loud but the memory made you giggle a bit.

"My dad told me, because I love monster movies. Let's just say I reacted really well to it. Otherwise I wouldn't be here and have a kid with him." You gave her your kindest smile but couldn't help to ask what was bothering her so much.

This younger generation was almost perfectly human with the amount of control they had outside of the full moon, so they were allowed to mingle way more than their parents. Ans so it turned out the girl had developed a crush on a human boy.

She had come to you for advice on humans, not having told even her parents yet.

"It's never easy to show your real self to a human. We're not used to seeing werewolves outside of books and TV." Truth was, the monsters on TV were nothing compared to the beautiful creatures that surrounded you now.

"I think my best advice would be to just be you for now, figure out if he likes you as well and then think about more." You had picked up Lily from her spot and were holding her in your lap now. "Maybe the guy ends up being a weirdo, in the bad sense of the word." The comment managed to get a laugh out of her, luckily brightening the mood again just as Daryl came by.

"There y'are. Lost ya for a minute." He bent down to kiss your head as he stared at his kid nephews and nieces all surrounding his wife and child.

And said nephews and nieces were quickly surrounding uncle Daryl, bombarding him with questions. "Why do you only have one puppy? Can we see missus's wolf? Uncle, when are you having a big family we can play with?"

They swarmed him, clinging to his leg and begging for answers. He had picked up the smallest boy and bribed the kids to be calm around the baby if he'd give them answers. "Now listen y'all. 'N sit yer asses down." In a heartbeat the rowdy bunch plopped their butts down in front of him and stared up. "Momma here ain't a wolf. I thought yer parents told y'all tha' already." An array of "whaaat?" and "woooww"s sounded through the room and pairs of eyes peeked over at you before Daryl continued. "The other pack mommas are all wolves, fhey ca have more pups in one go. She's human, an' human ladies only have one pup at a time." Daryl had sat down on his haunches and had let go of his nephew again. "So be kind to 'er. She's family."

"So is the puppy only half puppy?" The genuine curiosity was adorable, knowing they would never mean harm with their questions. But Daryl's carefully chosen words when he answered were so sweet too. "Neh, Lily's all pup. See human ladies can have lil' ones with all kinds of creatures, not just other humans."

Another wave of "woooowww"s came in reply as some got up and ran for their parents to share the newly aquired facts, and others made sure to come to you and state how cool you were.

"So, humans and wolves really do mix better than most humans think, right?" Your original conversation was almost forgotten thanks to the little ones' questionaire.

"Usually humans are scared of things they don't know. But if you show you're not a threat, it could end up going really well." You gave her a soft side-hug and pat her shoulder, Daryl stepping in on her other side. "There's always gon' be older wolves tha'll think yer wrong fer likin' a human. But fuck' em. Ya can date who ya wan'."

Of course Daryl would be the one who agreed with more modern ways of life when it came to befriending humans. He considered his human best friend a brother and now even had a child with one.

"Thanks for being so open towards the pack, about all of this."

Daryl took her hand and pulled her to her feet, grabbing her and giving her the biggest bear hug. "My folks woulda hunted 'er for sport. Glad they ain't around no more. Nothin' wrong with humans when ya pick 'em well."

She gave him a happy nod in return, thanking you both again before heading out to grab a drink.

Parents had started to round up their kids, getting ready to head home after saying their goodbyes. Just in time to catch Merle come in with his truck stacked to the high heavens with moonshine. The older wolves, and even the ones just turned eightteen were offered to take a jar from the crate Merle took to set on the table on his way to his baby brother.

Without missing a beat he grabbed Daryl's wrist, yanked him towards him and put him in an inescapable hug, praising him and congratulating him on the healthy pup. When he let go he went in to give you the same bone crushing hug before he spotted the pup in your arms and backed up. He stepped up a lot more calm and offered a soft squeeze of the arm instead, congratulating you as well in a much softer voice. "Ya look great, momma. 'N so does the lil' nugget." A choked laugh escaped your lips at the name. "Nugget? Your baby niece has a name you know."

"'Course I know 'er name's Lily. Wha' kina uncle would I be if I didn'?"

You laughed together as Daryl silently appriciated Merle's ability to adjust his behavior around the pup.

The men went back outside after you excused yourself to feed Lily one last time today and try and get her to sleep in her nap spot until you were going to bed and taking her upstairs with you.

"Hey, dontchu drink tha' one! Aint yers!" You heard Merle's voice call out, making you head over outside just that bit faster.

Not that there was a fight, but you didn't want to deal with badly behaving wolves.

Merle noticed you walking through the door and handed you a bottle. Not moonshine, but an expensive brand of wine. "Weren't sure if ya'd be drinkin' cuz of the lil' one. Ya can drink it whenever."

You thanked him and brought the bottle inside, not drinking yet for as long as Lily still drank from you.

Outside the adults were getting loud, howling with laughter. You caught Daryl's voice immediately, he was toasting to you, "his pride and joy", praising you until he was out of breath.

You stood at the oposite end of where he was and watched from a distance, appriciating your loving husband's words.

"And cheers to lil' baby Dixon!" Merle shouted after his brother's speech.

While the men were being their rowdy self, the younger wolves had all banded together and were hanging out at the far end of the property while the women had swarmed you to chit chat. Talks about your daughter and husband were what filled the hours until you could barely keep your eyes open. Some of the mothers had decided then it was time to go round up their teens, get them to help drag dad to the car and head back home while you had gotten up to kiss Daryl goodnight.

"Night, momma~!" Merle's voice slurred as he swayed to wrap an arm around your shoulders and kissed the side of your head. "Good night, Merle. See ya in the morning?" Your sweet smile went straight to his heart, giving you that drunk giggle and nodded. "Ya know I love tha' hammock, find me passed out til' ya bring me some eggs 'n bacon."

You bid him goodnight and moved to find your husband who was still very invested in his conversation about mechanics.

"Baby I'm gonna go sleep." You let him know with a hand on his shoulder to keep his attention. He was drinking, but from a glass instead of a jar, having promised to get at most a bit tipsy tomight and make sure the house was left in a neat state before going to sleep himself.

"Hmhm, goodnight Bunny. Takin' Lily witcha?" He grabbed your side from where he sat next to you and tugged to get a kiss from you.

Bending down you smiled into the kiss, tasting the nasty moonshine.

"Lily and I will be upstairs. Love ya." You gave him another kiss to temple and heqded inside with a few waves to the others still hanging around.

Once upstairs in your bedroom you placed Lily in her crib, babbling soft apologies for waking her up until she slept again and putting yourself to bed as well, falling asleep to the howling of your celebrating family.

A/N: There's so much to write about Daryl's pack, it's so big!!

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thecreelhouse · 2 months

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tramps like us

Paring: Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

Summary: One month in, and Gator’s proving his growth and change for the better, while you finally let down the last of your walls and open up about a painful loss. Together you’re both figuring this new life out, and the clouds are finally beginning to part.

The threats of Mario Kart victories and filthy sex don’t hurt, either.

CW/Tags: PTSD, panic attacks, discussions of: anxiety, dissociation, religious trauma, endometriosis, miscarriage, grief. hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, smut: PiV sex, f receiving oral, dirty talk, light anal play, cum play, light impact play, brat/brat tamer dynamic, tiny bit of a daddy kink.

WC: 7.7k+

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A/N: hiiiii y’all! we’re about halfway through the series!! (Probably 3 or 4 more chapters to go before the end.) tysm for any kind words and support on this sequel. also happy endometriosis month lmao. great timing on this one, I guess. anyway, hope y’all enjoy 🖤

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chapter 4 ✧. ┊

more - halsey

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⋆｡♪ And would you know it right away / How hard I tried to see your face? / A little screen, a photograph, mine to take ♬ ₊˚.

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The first week of you and Gator living together was certainly an adjustment. Living with your partner is much different than being snowed in with your ex-best-friend-turned-lover due to sexual tension building.

You knew that’d it’d be different, and it wasn’t the worst difference to understand, for either of you, but it wasn’t all peachy keen, either.

Over that week, though, the two of you eventually fell into a comfortable groove, finally feeling the major life changes for the two of you fall into place. Gator slowly met everyone over time; your housemates were welcoming in their own ways, and while he returned the kindness, he was also shy.

That was something you’ve never seen in Gator before.

When you asked him about it, he answered in mumbles, unsure of himself, “I dunno, haven’t met any new folks in awhile. Kinda worried they won’t like me… what if I say some stupid shit in front of ‘em?”

“Everyone’s stories ain’t mine to tell, but you’ll find out in time they’re not so different from ya’.” You warmly replied. “There’s, uh, we have a group chat— don’t worry, you’re not bein’ left out—“

“Darlin’, I don’t even have a phone right now, you’re fine.”

“Shit. Right. We should get ya’ one. But, uh, they didn’t wanna overwhelm you. Or… well, I didn’t want them to overwhelm ya’. Anyway, everyone’s nothing but nice when they talk about ya’.”

Gator snorted, “‘Bout me? No way.”

“They all really like you so far, Gator. Everyone wants to get to know you better.” You answer earnestly. “I know opening up is nerve wracking, but I swear everyone wants to really meet you, when you’re ready. No rush.”

Back home, Gator never felt that kind of compassion from his own family. Now that he’s miles and miles and time zones away, this group of near-strangers, barely acquaintances, are so much closer to the definition of ‘family’ than his own blood were.

There were a few days of overcast, snow-free weather that you and Gator took advantage of to run errands, replace his missing phone, show him around the neighborhood, and finally find some damn curtains.

“So… they do make ‘em that big,” You murmured, running your hands along the plain fabric display in the store. Gator, of course, snorted at your choice of words. “Tillman, don’t you dare—“

His usual smirk flashed in front of you, hands held up as he feigned innocence, “I didn’t say nothin’!”

But in the midst of catching up, excitement, and settling in, you had completely forgotten about your therapy appointment, right up until a reminder popped up on your phone. Thankfully, you set them to come up a half hour beforehand, but you’re still in bed with Gator.

“Fuck. Shit.”

“Everythin’ alright?”

“Forgot I have— fuckin’ - A — ” You stumble out of bed, tripping over a blanket on the floor. “I forgot I have therapy today.” You rummage through your drawers and closet for something to wear, frantically checking the weather on your phone before muttering a “fuck it”, throwing on whatever looked comfiest yet still socially acceptable for being in public.

Gator’s up, but he restrains himself from getting too close in your personal bubble, not wanting to get in your way. You’re searching for your bag while you try stifling noises of frustration.

“Darlin’, what can I do t’help?”

“Nothin’, m’okay, I just need my bag,” Your voice wavers, giving you away. You spot the shoulder strap peeking out from under the bed, sighing relief as you pull the bag out. Still, your hands shake as you dig through, double checking that your wallet’s inside— it’s not.

Of fucking course it’s not.

You exhale roughly, hoping you can shake off the anxiety that’s building, but your toxic thoughts only continue to spiral.

Where did I put my wallet? Why can’t I be more organized? If I was organized this shit wouldn’t happen. I have thirty minutes, and the ride is only ten minutes, but who fucking knows what nonsense is holding up the trains today—

“C’mere, you should sit for a second.” Gator sounds so far away the longer your feelings continue to snowball. “Darlin’, maybe it’s better to reschedule.”

— Can’t do that, can’t reschedule, it’s too late because the 24 hour period passed, I’ll get charged for the appointment anyway, so I should still try to go and make the most of it. But I can’t go if I don’t have my wallet and my MetroCard’s in there, and I can’t just get a new one because my money’s in there too, and it’s too far to walk in a short time period—

“Hold on, darlin’, slow down, you’re gonna work yourself up,” you don’t realize your panicked stream of consciousness was tumbling from your lips too; Gator leads you back to the bed until he’s kneeling in front of you, while you sit on the edge. His hands are in yours, thumbs softly running along your knuckles.

“S’okay, let it out if you gotta.” Gator reaches up to wipe a stray tear away. You’re becoming notorious for crying without realizing until he comforts you.

“That’s what therapy is for,” You sniffle. “But now I- god, fuck, I hate panicking like this. It makes me feel like m’frozen in place, a- and I get so overwhelmed, until I wear myself out and needa’ sleep it off.”

“Want me to call ‘em?” Gator doesn’t wait for an answer, just grabs your phone from your bag, “Y’got the number saved?”

“It’s just saved as ‘therapy’—“

“With the… crying and nose blowing emojis, right?”

There’s a pause as the two of you glance at each other before snickering and giggling; your laugh, though, sounds pained, as you go right back to crying again.

“Uh-huh.” Gator squeezes your hand before calling; you hoped that’d be enough to ground you, but your mind starts wandering far and wide instead.

Can’t even care for yourself, can’t cry without falling apart, can’t go a day without crying— what the fuck is my problem lately?

Everything feels and sounds so far away as you dissociate, something you haven’t fallen into since the night your father hurt you. You’re still in the spot Gator left you, but miles away at the same time.

He’s still on the phone when he asks, “Darlin’, is Friday okay?” You nod, on autopilot, able to hear him this time, but you still don’t feel right. When he comes back to you, he’s mentioning something about your therapist waiving the fee, but you feel so far removed from your body, your mind, Gator’s embrace— you only nod.

In a numb trance, you curl back under the covers, with only your face peeking out. Gator would lovingly tease you for how ridiculous and cute you look if you weren’t having a dissociative episode.

So he sits with you instead, on the floor, next to the bed, just like the night he cared for you after enduring your father’s violence.

“You want some space?”

Your voice cracks as you croak out, “No, I— m’sorry for this. I’m sorry I don’t have my shit together.”

“Oh, right, ‘cus I totally do,” Gator chuckles softly. “Angel, ya’ dealt with a lot your entire life, and just the past month alone, f’course you’re gonna be upset. I’d be more worried if you weren’t.”

“M’just scared you’ll feel like it was a mistake to come out here with me.”

“Bullshit. Leavin’ home with ya’ is somethin’ I won’t ever see as a mistake. It’s a big change for the both of us, but we’ve survived much worse than a major change for the better… and look where it got us. We’re gon’ be alright, darlin’. I swear.”

Your tears begin to calm down while your mouth hangs open. “When the hell did you become so… wise?”

Gator smiles ever so slightly, looking away with a shrug, “Been readin’ some stuff, kinda thinkin’ it’s time to give therapy a try. I don’t wanna be some angry prick anymore.”

That makes you smile, and giggle a little, too. “M’proud of you for even considering it. That ain’t easy.”

“Y’know I’m proud of you too, right? Even on your bad days.” His hand cradles your face as he watches your eyes grow heavy with exhaustion.

“Proud of ya’ more,” You tease, eyes fluttering shut.

“Alright, brat, we’re not turnin’ this into some competition.” Gator lets out a breathy laugh, attentive to the way your breathing slows as you fall asleep.

When he knows you’re finally at ease, he kisses your forehead before leaving you be, heading down to the main floor of the apartment; he’s got something he wants to help with, and now seems like a good time to start.

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When Gator offered to clean out the unfinished nursery for you, he didn’t anticipate your miscarriage to hit him as hard as it currently did.

While he gripped onto the crib’s frame, he wondered how long it took to paint the walls, to get halfway around the room, only find out this nursery would never serve its purpose. That thought alone made his heart ache.

Okay, so maybe the crib wasn’t the greatest place to start.

What names did you pick for the baby? Did you go to your first ultrasound appointment alone? Was the baby shower already planned? What was your reaction when you saw the test result appear on that tiny, flimsy stick? His mind continues to spin with more questions and no answers while he removes the tarp from the dresser.

Curiosity gets the best of him, and he gently opens a drawer, finding teensy, tiny onesies. He feels sick, shutting the drawer and throwing the tarp back over the dresser.

“Jesus Christ,” He mutters, choking back tears. This shouldn’t be hurting him this much. This didn’t happen to him, it happened to you.

But maybe that’s why it hurts so much; knowing you endured such a horrid heartbreak, so much physical and mental anguish, just to leave the hospital alone. Alone and empty and shattered. You are everything to Gator, and he can’t stomach the fact that you, the person he loves most, braved through such a devastating loss.

He doesn’t even know the full story, patiently waiting for you to open up when you’re ready, but he knows enough. The surface details are still tragic enough.

Gator understood this was so personal, an excruciating experience; he doesn’t blame you for keeping it buried, away from him, but he’s having a hard time wrapping his head around on how you were able to keep it from him.

And while he’s always wanted a family of his own, he’d never push that dream onto you. If you didn’t want it as badly as he did, it wasn’t worth it. It wouldn’t be right.

Gator never wanted to overwhelm you with that conversation, but he won’t know until he asks, until it’s brought up.

While he’s glancing around the room, trying to decide where to start first, there’s movement in the loft before you call out, “Gator? Where’d ya’ go?”

Before he responds, his throat feels dry and constricted as he tries staving off his own tears. “In here,” even his tone sounds weak.

You make your way into the abandoned nursery, sucking in a breath as you glimpse at Gator, frozen in the middle of it all.

“Hey, you alright?” You come up behind him, arms winding around his waist while you rest your head on his back. You can feel him tense up while he’s hoping to shake off the emotions.

“M’okay, I just wanted to… t’help,” Gator still faces away from you, but his large hands envelope yours, resting against his torso. “Jus’ not sure where to start.”

“Babe, look at me,” You step back and let go to give him room to turn around, but he doesn’t. So you walk around, looking up to find Gator silently crying. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“Sorry, it’s just… a lot.”

“You don’t have t’do this. I appreciate you offering but if you’re not up for it, don’t force yourself.”

Gator pinches the bridge of his nose before running the same hand over his face. “No, m’gonna help, I just can’t… m’sorry for cryin’, this was your loss, not mine.”

“It’s not a bad thing to show emotion over someone else’s loss. Just shows y’got empathy, and while I hate that this hurts you, too, it really means a lot that you care.”

He pulls you close, holding you with care before kissing your head as you duck under his chin. “M’so sorry I wasn’t here for you… for this.”

“You didn’t know.”

“Yeah, but I should’ve known. If I didn’t push you away, I would’ve known.” The more he discovers about your new life and what he’s missed out on, the more he regrets ever breaking the friendship to begin with.

“This is gonna sound awful, but,” You’re cringing at yourself already. “Even if the baby survived, I wouldn’t have come home with them.”

“What? Why not?”

“Wouldn’t ever want to bring a kid around my parents. I was dead set on that from the start.”

Gator gets that, now more than ever; if the two of you ever had a baby, he’d never visit home with them. Neither your family or his would ever deserve to meet them.

Then again, Gator wouldn’t visit home at this point at all. Even if he wasn’t so disgusted and heartbroken by his father’s actions, from past to present, he still wouldn’t visit him, especially not in prison.

All of this makes him wonder if it’s worth bringing up the question, the idea, of maybe starting a family one day. Maybe it’s not the best time, but he can’t stave off the curiosity.

With a deep breath, he wanders back over to the crib before offering his thoughts, “Darlin’…we- we could save this stuff, in case you— we— ”

A laugh slips out, not cruel, but not cheerful, either. You know what he’s trying to say.

‘In case we have a baby someday.’

“We won’t. I won’t.”

“I— I ain’t trying to force anythin’, I just… fuck, m’sorry.” Gator slides down the wall, right along the edge of where the paint stopped, knees bent to rest his arms on top. You move to sit close to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Gator, can I be honest about somethin’?”

“Of course, darlin’. What’s on your mind?”

“… You’ve got no idea how much I’d love to start a family with you, but I ain’t riskin’ it again. If something happened, it’d hurt you, too. I couldn’t risk it knowing your heart could be broken like mine was.” You wipe tears away with your hoodie sleeve.

Gator tilts his head to rest on top of yours, and reaches for the hand near him, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“If… if you ever change your mind, I’d take that risk in a heartbeat. That’s your decision to make, and I’m not tryin’ to pressure ya’…” His thumb rubs softly along your hand. “… but just in case, I’d take the chance if you wanted to again.”

Even as teenagers, Gator always admired how naturally it came to you to care for your sister when your parents failed her. He had no doubt in his mind you’d be an amazing mother, and despite really admitting it, he knows how hurt you still are that your chance was ripped away from you.

“Could you imagine how loud our kid would be?” You snicker, while again, you wipe away tears. Gator squeezes your hand as he laughs with you. “Neither of us know how to ever shut up, that kid would be doomed from the start.”

“And how clumsy they’d be,” He adds in hopes that it’ll keep your smile up. “We’d have to baby-proof everything.”

“We’d also spoil the hell outta them.”

Gator grins, “You sayin’ we’d be those parents who take their one year old to Disney when they ain’t gonna remember shit?”

“Oh, that’s exactly what I’m sayin’.” You smile back. “But also, ‘cause we never got to go.”

“We weren’t even allowed to like anythin’ fun,” As sad as that fact is, it still makes you and Gator laugh. “Jesus, our parents suck.”

“Yeah… but at least it showed us what not to do as parents.”

There you go again, finding the bright side, if you could even call it one among the bleak facts of your past. Gator knew you always tried to keep on the side of optimism, but he’s really starting to see why everyone else here calls you Sunshine.

“Give ‘em a better childhood than either of us had,” His voice cracks; he didn’t want to start a family to prove a point, to be a better parent just to get back at his father. He just wanted that normality with someone he loves.

The older Gator gets, the more he realizes he does have love to give, it was just repressed most of his life from toxic masculinity, heavily influenced by his life. Mainly coming from his father, constantly branding it into his mind that any emotions other than anger made a man weak.

Gator’s ashamed it took him this long to realize the error of his ways, how he’s old enough to know better but continued to stay ignorant. If it wasn’t for you reminding him regularly that growth is better than stagnancy, he’d probably end up in a fate similar to his father’s.

“You’d totally become one of those dads with the stereotypical, goofy dad humor,” You tease. “Like… you’d totally think it’d be hilarious to dress your kid up as an alligator for their first Halloween.”

“C’mon, I ain’t that corny.”

“Not yet, but you would be.” The words sting as they hit your own ears. ‘Not yet’, but really, not ever. Not with you, at least.

That’s the thing that plays with the shards of your heart, already broken, over and over again. The more you dwell on it, the deeper the wounds become from those shards never being left alone.

“Won’t ever have that as a dumb memory to laugh back on years later,” Your bottom lip trembles, and you’re annoyed with yourself that the sweet hypotheticals are only tugging you back into the reality of never becoming a mother. Never starting a family with Gator. Never unconditionally loving a little one of your own.

A deafening silence falls between the two of you; Gator’s not sure what to say, not wanting to force positivity on you, but he hates seeing you so torn apart by this. He hates that he can’t fix this for you.

Without a word, you push yourself off the floor, reaching under the tarp over the dresser; you pull out a small paper from the drawer and hand it over to him.

It’s an ultrasound image. The last one before the miscarriage.

Gator hesitates to take it, silently checking with you as he looks up; he doesn’t want to pressure you to talk about this. He can wait until you’re ready, but the look you give him in return says you actually want to talk about this.

Even if it’ll hurt, you want to tell him. You need to, and it’s only fair, after all; if he has to open up so you can help and be there for him, it’s only right if you do the same.

“Lil’ peanut wasn’t really a peanut anymore. I was able to feel them. Not a lot. Just tiny… flutters of movement.” You hold your tummy, a subconscious action you gained when you were pregnant. Now it’s just a symbol of you longing for what never came to be.

“They said the baby was around the size of a banana... So I kept picturing a banana instead of a baby, and every time I laughed about it, they’d move.”

Gator’s so fixated on the photo of your tiny angel, the one you never got to hold, the one you never got to raise— they’d be nearly a year old by now. A lump rises in his throat as he holds back his tears, mainly upset for you, but something twists his stomach at the thought of never meeting them, either.

“There’s a reason I’m on the shot, y’know. N- not that bein’ on it purely for sex ain’t a valid reason, but it helps a lot with- uh- you remember how sick I used to get during my period, right?”

He nods, turning to you, photo still in his grasp. “Yeah, you’d be home the whole week sometimes.” He remembers coming over, sneaking you movies and comfort snacks— usually your choices in either were considered secular by your parents, just like everything else you had an interest in. If it didn’t involve keeping sweet and obeying, whether it be to God directly or through a man, it was considered sinful.

“You used to bring that lil’ portable DVD player, remember? Hide it under school books and your damn bible so my parents would leave us alone.” You smirked at the memory of pulling a tiny act of rebellion off, every month.

The slight humor isn’t lost on Gator, but he also remembers how that was your only source of comfort during that hellish routine week. You weren’t even allowed to take painkillers, not when your parents believed ‘praying the pain away’ actually worked.

They also loved scaring both you and your sister into believing the pain was just God’s punishment for any wrongdoings the month prior.

“Went my whole damn life thinking periods were supposed to be that painful. Ives was the one to educate me, after I kept suffering and only thinking over the counter shit could help. She encouraged me to see a doctor, and I found out how wrong this all was.

“It ended up being endometriosis.” Gator looks perplexed, so you explain, “Basically, tissue similar to the kind that lines the uterus grows outside of it— long story short it just fucking sucks. And hurts, at least for me, a lot. It varies for everyone, like… some folks have a hard time infertility, with sex, and thankfully it doesn’t bother me too bad with sex, if at all.”

“Why haven’t ya’ told me?”

You shrug like it’s not a big deal, “It never hurt enough to bring it up.”

“Y’always promise you’ll tell me if somethin’ hurts, or doesn’t feel good. Why’re you hidin’ that from me?” Gator doesn’t sound offended, he’s not taking it personally. He’s upset that you thought you had to hide this from him.“You’ve been helpin’ me through this,” he points to the bandaged eye socket, “Why can’t you let me help you?”

“Gator… there’s nothing to help me with, not with this. I appreciate that you care, but you can’t change or fix anything. Some bodies aren’t built to have sex, or have a baby, and that’s okay. I just had to learn the hard way.”

He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him, keeping quiet to let you continue.

“I was gonna start birth control to at least make the cycles bearable… and then I found out. I was so sick, by day 3 I realized it had to be morning sickness. Ivy made me take a buncha’ tests, and each one was positive. I was warned about infertility, but never about how high the risk of miscarriages are with endo.”

“Was… that guy, was he still with ya’ by then?”

“Oh, fuck no,” You push out a laugh, but it’s humorless. “Once I even mentioned seeing a doctor for everything, before I knew I was pregnant, he ghosted me. It’s my fault for not being safer with him, but he convinced me it was okay—“

“Darlin’, the fault ain’t on you. That scumbag shoulda’ respected ya’ from the start.” You don’t miss the way Gator’s fist clenches while still holding the photo. He catches himself before he can accidentally crumple the print up, handing it back to you instead.

“I did everythin’ right. I slept well, I ate well, I took those damn vitamins everyone swears by when you’re pregnant. I was careful, Gator. I was so, so careful.

“I cared for myself before that, but just knowin’ I was a safe place for this tiny, little thing… I did everything I could to keep them safe from the outside. Never knew there could be threats inside, too.” You rub your eyes with your sleeve, staining it from your tears.

“God… I was so relieved to be knocked out for the procedure, and the pain after wasn’t so bad… but I felt s- so empty. And not in the literal sense, but a huge part of my life was taken away before it could even begin. T- to be promised that, to go through constant appointments and treatments and be told things are fine just to have it all fuckin’ ripped away… I wanted to die.”

Gator pulls you closer, both arms around you now as you feel the loss all over again. He never expected you to confide in him so soon, and all he can think of is how much he regrets pushing you away.

He regrets that he never attended your sister’s funeral. He regrets not comforting you in the time after as you mourned. He regrets not stopping you before your parents drove you off to the airport to apologize.

Instead any interaction was from a distance, putting you down for a life far out of your control. You were just trying to survive. You lost your sister, you lost him, and once life finally gets back on track for you, even better than before, some loser comes along and tries throwing you off… but you took the situation and turned it into your own. You made the best of it.

Only for reality to give you another loss to grieve through.

“Surprised y’didn’t get an abortion,” Gator murmurs, and you know he means no ill intent with his words.

“You know me, I’m supportive with this shit for others… But I- I couldn’t do it. I was scared. I was scared of either direction, but somethin’ got me so attached, and I wish it didn’t. In the end, I still had to get a medical abortion… that’s some kinda’ fucked up joke if you ask me.

“I never wanted kids. I never wanted to bring a kid into this world and pass the trauma down onto them.”

“You’d never. Never once saw you hurt Lo, ‘specially not in the ways your parents hurt the two of ya’. I know you’d never hurt a kid of your own.”

“I failed them. I failed my sister. I was so depressed, m’not kiddin’ when I say I wanted to die. Only thing keepin’ me alive was this family here. Ives tried to get me t’reach out to you… but I was scared. I didn’t just… wanna drop that on you, and you had to have hated me back then—“

“I never hated you, darlin’. I know it— I made it seem like that, but I didn’t, and m’sorry I wasn’t up front ‘bout it.”

“It’s… I’m not mad at you, Gator. I’ve been growin’ past that pain. Sometimes it still hurts, but you’re not that person anymore. You’re the Gator I grew up with, the person who had a good heart n’ always protected or comforted me. I think you were right, back home, when you said you don’t think we ever really hated each other.”

“We’re just two stubborn idiots,” Gator teases, earning a flash of a smile from you.

“But as far as startin’ a family goes … I can’t put myself through the risk again. I refuse to put you through that heartbreak. I love you too much to do that to you.”

“Like I said, I’d take the risk in a heartbeat if you wanted someday, but I- I respect your choice.”

You snort through your tears, “Gator Tillman respectin’ women? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Gon’ let that one slide, but I’m learnin’... Tryin’, at least.”

“Proud of ya’ for tryin’ and learnin’, love.”

“Can’t fuckin’ imagine growin’ a whole human being inside like that. Pregnancy is fuckin’ metal as hell.”

You laugh, not expecting that. “You’re not wrong.”

“It’s fucked up how my dad made me believe men were superior, and I wish I learned he was wrong sooner… You’re stronger than I’d ever hope to be.”

While you appreciate the sentiment, you still chuckle, “See, that’s the other reason why I should never get pregnant again. Might be strong but definitely didn’t stop me from becoming even more of a whiny baby.”

“I feel like if you’re pregnant, you get a free pass to whine and cry all ya’ want. You’re literally growin’ a whole damn human and carryin’ them for nine months.”

“Okay, stop saying it like that, you make pregnancy sound like an alien experiment, or somethin’.” Your laugh fades out quickly. “Th- this isn’t a deal breaker or anythin’, is it?”

Gator doesn’t hesitate to answer, “Hell no. Just bein’ with you is enough, more than enough.” He’s not lying, but he’s burying his emotions.

“You’re still disappointed though, I can tell.”

“Well, sure it’d be everythin’ to me to start a family with you, but if life has other plans, we roll with it, right?” Not a hint of doubt lies in his words. “Even just the two of us—“

As if on cue, Lovebug runs in, purring loudly as he climbs into Gator’s lap before curling up and falling asleep.

“— okay, and this guy—“

The two of you laugh, and Lovebug isn’t happy about the movement the sound causes. “We’re still a family. And everyone here, too. Baby or no baby, we’re doin’ alright. We’ll be alright.”

“Yeah, well, no need to have a baby when this little demon is around.”

Gator covers the cat’s ears, “She didn’t mean that.” Lovebug wiggles out of his grasp and runs back out of the room. “You hurt his feelings.”

You roll your eyes.“Speaking of… Lovebug’s gotta go back home.”

“What? Why? This ain’t his home?”

“Well- it is, but he prefers the shop. That’s where the other two strays ended up, too. He’s probably missin’ ‘em.”

“But what if he misses me?”

“Gator when on earth did you become such a cat person?”

He glares at you, “… M’not.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” You grin before sheepishly adding, “If you wanna come with me tomorrow ya’ can. But you don’t gotta, I know it’s like, not the most exciting thing in the world.”

“Y’kiddin’ me? You worked so hard on that shop, f’course I wanna come with.” His face lights up with a sincere response, like he’s proud of you, because he is. It gives you butterflies, and for a moment, everything feels alright. Because it will be alright, especially with your best friend by your side.

“Thank you for sharin’ all that with me.” Gator gets up, pulling you with him. He wraps you in his embrace. “M’sorry you went through any of that. If I can help with anythin’, you tell me, got it?”

“I will,” You promise, pushing up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “And let’s… we don’t have to worry ‘bout this right now.” You lazily gesture to the room around the two of you. “We’ll get to it when we’re ready.”

“When we’re ready,” Gator repeats, giving you a quick, tight squeeze. “No rush.”

“Hey, uh, y’wanna play Mario Kart?” You pull back as you ask, hoping to uplift both of your moods. “I’ll let ya’ win.”

“Yeah, sure, of course ya’ will, freak,” Gator narrows his gaze as he laughs sharply. “I think even with one eye I’ll kick your ass on rainbow road.”

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By the following day, you felt much better, especially excited to show Gator the bookshop.

It’d almost be a month since you took off work, and you felt guilty for leaving Flor to run her shop and yours on her own. She said it was no problem, but you needed to get back to work, and needed the money, too.

Lovebug also had to get back to his actual home, being the bookshop; you brought him home with you as comfort during the week of uncertainty waiting for Gator. There was an unlikely bond between the two, and you weren’t looking forward to breaking that.

With a pair of boots, warm, cozy thigh highs, a comfy skirt and a sweater, you’re dressed for the day. You don’t fuss much with your hair or makeup, you had other priorities.

The main priority was getting Lovebug in his carrier; he hated the process, but loved to be carried around like a baby. Once he’s inside, he’s so fascinated looking out the bubble window of the backpack carrier, watching the city life around him.

Gator finds you trying to coax Lovebug into the carrier, sitting on the floor while he’s on the window bench, as you try bribing him with treats to hopefully entice the cat inside. He can’t help smiling over your desperate bargaining with this tiny cat.

“Buggy, c’mon, I know you miss your friends,” you shake a bag of treats, but Lovebug turns his head, ignoring you. You groan in frustration, flopping back onto the floor. “Please, lil’ dude, I gotta go to work.”

Footsteps grow closer until Gator appears in your line of sight as you stare up at the ceiling. “Want me to try?”

“Please? He likes you more anyway.” You murmur, then grumble, “Cat stealer.”

Ignoring your comment, Gator crouches over by Lovebug, who happily gets up to crawl onto his shoulders, flopping over one like dead weight.

“You’re such a weird lil’ guy…”

“He is— are you fucking kidding me right now?”

In seconds, Gator’s able to lead the cat into the backpack carrier, closing it up without a fight. You sit up, staring at the two of them in disbelief.

“Oh my god, fine, he’s your cat now.”

Gator laughs, “M’not stealin’ your cat, I promise!” Then, he looks down at the backpack before shyly asking, “… Can I carry him though?”

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“Man, this storm fucking sucks.” Your face is squished against the glass of the front door, watching the rain come down in buckets.

After a calm first day back, you closed up a little early; Flor had to leave to grab supplies for a wedding makeup gig she had the next morning, and since the storm seemed to be keeping everyone home, closing early seemed like a good idea.

“We can wait it out, I don’t mind.” Gator shrugs, hands wrapping around you from behind. “But can’t ya’ just…. take the subway, or whatever?”

“Gator, honey, we’re two blocks away, and the nearest stop is past the apartment. It doesn’t work like that.”

“Well, I dunno, what did ya’ expect, draggin’ my midwestern ass out here?” He snorts, eyes trickling down the glass along with the raindrops. “We can call a cab, or somethin’, maybe?”

“Too expensive for two blocks.”

“But if it makes gettin’ home easier, I don’t mind payin’ for it.” He offers, but you groan something about ‘save your damn money’. “I don’t mind if we wait, y’just look tired, darlin’.”

You solidify the statement with a wide, drawn out yawn. It’s contagious, passing onto Gator while he laughs through it.

“S’okay, maybe I can do somethin’ to knock off tomorrow’s list,” You wander away from him and into one of the narrow aisles, crowded with used books. You start organizing them, only by genre, because you can hold alphabetical order off until tomorrow.

“You had a long day, don’t push yourself.” Gator comes up behind you, enveloping you in his arms before kissing the top of your head, trailing down to your face slowly. It starts innocent at first, or so it seems, at least. “M’so proud of you, it’s easy t’see how much love you put into this place…” His kisses down your neck, teasingly slow, “Thanks for lettin’ me tag along with ya’.”

You giggle, playfully pushing him away before he can reach your collarbone, “I don’t mind, keeps me busy.” You’ve got a small stack of books in your arms, narrowing your eyes at him with a hint of a smile. “And that means more than y’know, love. Thank you.”

He hums, shrugging off the sappy moment, “I could keep ya’ busy too, y’know.”

“I’m sure you can, Tillman.” You playfully roll your eyes before stepping onto the ladder against the tall shelves. Three steps in, and Gator’s arms are around your legs, anchoring you in place.

You grab onto the rungs in front of you, books still awkwardly in your arms, keeping yourself steady as one of his hands moves up the back of your thigh.

“Gator…” You warn, but his name comes out more like a soft plea to touch you.

“This why you wore a skirt? So I could touch ya’ easier?” His hand reaches your ass, roughly grabbing at the softest part. A whine immediately escapes you.

“It’s fuckin’ January and pouring, the hell are ya’ wearin’ this for?” He pushes the skirt up and over your hips, groaning at the sight of the thin, stringy thong you’re wearing. “Jesus, darlin’… gon’ get sick runnin’ ‘round half naked like this.”

“I- I have a sweater on too!” You protest, glancing back at Gator while his other hand mirrors the actions of the first. “And thigh highs. We were inside all day, I’m covered, like, enough.”

“Yeah, fuckin’ love these on ya’,” He kisses up the back of your leg, starting at the ditch of your knee, upward along your thigh, leaving love bites once he reaches where your bare skin begins. You drop the books to the floor, holding yourself up with a steadier grasp on the ladder. “Can’t be walkin’ ‘round like this, not when you’re all mine.”

Gator doesn’t care what you wear, and you know that. But when he talks like this, becomes possessive before fucking your brains out, it ignites something deep within you.

There’s two directions you could take this: become a subby, compliant mess from the minimal touch he’s given so far, or brat it out.

It’s almost always the latter choice for you.

“I like the attention, though. Makes me feel good ‘bout myself.”

The next love bite is rougher, while the grip he has on you isn’t so cruel, not yet, but it’s enough to make you gasp at the sting of pressure.

“Don’t I give ya’ enough attention?” His voice drops low and gravelly, warning you to back down and behave; his fingers play with the strap of your panties teasingly. Pulling back as far as the fabric gives, he lets go, snapping it back against your skin. “Don’t I make ya’ feel good?”

“Y’do, but sometimes I want more—“ His hand smacks your ass while you white knuckle the ladder rung, trying to keep your balance.

“Greediest slut I’ve ever met,” Gator slides his fingers between your legs before making their way to your folds, slipping between with ease. He avoids touching your clit, so you push your backside out further, desperate for even the lightest contact where you need him most.

That only causes him to pull his hand away completely.

“Yeah? Like you’ve got past experience to compare this to,” Your ridiculing only makes him grit his teeth while his jaw locks. There’s a certain rush to pushing his buttons, to getting under his skin. One you can’t find elsewhere, one that no one has ever given you.

“Whatever game you’re playin’ ain’t one you’ll win.”

You look over your shoulder with a smirk, “Right, I forgot, you’re always a winner.” Gator rips the elastic of your panties, fabric coming loose before he pulls it away completely. “Oh, you fuckin’ asshole! I can’t walk home with nothin’ on!”

“Not like that pair covered anythin’ to begin with.” He taunts, tucking the ruined underwear in his back pocket before spanking you again. “You’ve got that skirt, darlin’. You’ll be fine.”

Fuming, you make it down two steps before he shoves you against the ladder, gasping when his strong hands force your legs apart. His fingers are back on your heat, wantonly toying with the slick between your folds. His touch ghosts over your clit this time, letting you feel something, if anything at all.

You’re absorbed by his taunting caress, eyes fluttering shut while you’re lost in the buzz from the weak friction, causing you to miss the order he gives.

Gator roughly grabs your chin, forcing your eyes open, “I said open.”

Obeying, your mouth falls open while he continues to clutch your chin in place, spitting onto your tongue. You whimper, about to close your mouth, until two fingers— the ones he just had teasing your cunt— run along your tongue, pushing the saliva further back to your throat.

“Suck.”

Again, you comply, eyes locked with his as your tongue swirls around his calloused fingers, tinged with the taste of your arousal. Your moan is dulled as he gags you with his digits.

“I wanna reward m’girl,” He pushes his fingers further, smirking at the tears welling up in your eyes. “‘Cause ya’ worked so hard today… but ya’ ruined it for yourself, brat.”

Ripping his hand back, you’re left panting while Gator moves behind you, spanking you again. Then again. And again. You lose count after ten swats.

His hand stops against your skin, rubbing the red, bound-to-be-bruised-by-morning swell of your backside. A whimper floats out of you at the soothing sensation.

“M’sorry, I’ll be good,” You murmur, gasping when his touch is back on your core, but only for a moment. “Need you, need you, need you.”

“I know you do, darlin’,” He ruts into you a few times before noisily undoing his belt. Grabbing your arms, he pulls them behind you, using the belt to secure and restrain you. “You okay?”

“So fucking okay— oh, fuck—“ You barely answer before Gator pushes into you, walls pulsing around him as you adjust to the stretch, like any other time. It’s a delicious, mind-spiraling type of pain, one that gets you soaked every time he fills you completely.

“Y’could be a slut all ya’ want, but ain’t no one gonna fuck you like I do, huh?”

Gator slams into you, shoving you harder against the ladder. He holds you up enough that you don’t slip through and get hurt. He’s got other ideas to give you the pain you crave instead.

“Nuh-uh, only you,” You answer breathily, feeling him as he pulls out completely, only to drill into you again, full force, no mercy. “Oh— g- god, Gator…”

“Ain’t no one who can fill ya’ like I can, right?”

You shake your head, dominated by the thrill of fucking like this. Even if the shop is closed, there’s something so filthy about this that has your legs shaking already.

Gator spanks you, “C’mon, brat, y’know how to talk back t’me all the fuckin’ time. Where’s that mouth now?”

“N- no one fills me like you, no one fucks me like y— fuck!”

Gator grabs your ass, roughly spreading your cheeks before spitting onto your tight hole. His thumb circles the tight ring, spreading the slick. Your cunt constricts him, bringing out a shuddered grunt from him. “Gonna fuck ya’ all over the fuckin’ city if it means everyone knows you’re mine.”

Your eyes roll back as his thumb sinks into your hole; the pressure, thought slight, is still enough to make Gator’s cock jump inside you.

“Wish we had that pretty lil’ plug right now… felt so fuckin’ good last time, darlin’.”

Your hands grab at nothing, desperate for something, anything to hold.

“Can’t hold your hand, brat, kinda busy here,” He sharply laughs, one hand still playing with your ass, the other holding you upright. “Fuck… g- gonna let me fuck you back here someday?”

You whimper; this isn’t the first time he’s said this during sex, and each time it drives you insane.

“N- now,” You plead weakly.

“Fuckin’ wish, brat. Gotta work ya’ up to that. M’too big for ya’.”

“Feels good, though…” His finger sinks deeper into you, causing you to cry out. He hasn’t even touched your clit, but your cunt is trembling from the pressure and sting of both holes being filled. “Want you to be my first, daddy.”

“Jesus fucking christ—“ Gator slams into you brutally, losing composure over your confession. “Surprised a brat like you ain’t been fucked there yet.”

Even through the haze of desire, you’re still able to wind him up even more with, “Been savin’ myself for you.”

Gator’s gone. He’s falling apart in seconds, cock twitching and pumping his arousal in you, filling your cunt as he groans loudly. You can’t see the way his eyes roll back, or how his head lolls back as his hips thrust sloppily to the very end.

Winded, he’s still determined to see you through to your own high; he lets go of you with the hand holding you up, snaking around to your clit. It doesn’t take much longer for you to cry out his name, convulsing around him with a death grip.

You’ve barely come down when he roughly pulls you off the ladder while pulling out of you, shoving you down to the rug, face down, ass up. You whine over the manhandling and loss of him, but the whine turns into a filthy moan as he starts eating you out.

“G- Gator… ohmyfuckinggod—“ You feel your stomach flip, realizing he just came in you moments ago, and now his mouth is on you, eating you like a starved man.

“Fuck… kinda like how we taste together,” He groans into your folds.

“Feels t- too good, I’m— I’m close,” With how intense and rough Gator’s being, you’re going to have rug burn on your damn face at this rate.

“S’fine, got time t’kill anyway,” He sucks on your clit, making you cry out and shake all over again, back to back orgasms making your body grow weak and limp. He holds your hips up anyway as he continues. “Gonna keep goin’ till the storm ends, darlin’.”

#gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x you #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman smut #tramps like us #part time soulmate full time problem #my fics #Is 4 am a good time to post? No. Do i care? Kinda yeah why am i awake rn jfc

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audioroleplayconfessions · 25 days

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re the post about Scythe, it's not new behavior. This is pretty mild for him since it is in response to character.ai and that genuinely sucks. It did read as holding the series over fans' heads, but I get being unmotivated. Glad to hear he had more success with a DMCA takedown request, that's a better option.

Also recent were complaining other VAs like Siren "jumped on the no Ai chat character stealing band wagon now? 😅 guess it didn't matter when I said it 🤷‍♂️" for also pushing back on character.ai as if being anti-AI is his 'bandwagon', and saying he was "Actually a little offended" when his cyberpunk video didn't get as many views as he wanted, leading to several people I saw trying to artificially inflate the viewcount for a month after. - just looked this up, turns out he'd made several community posts at the time saying he'd trash the series if it didn't get 10k views in the first month. A commenter said "We failed to protect this audio, folks!" to which Scythe replied "Yeeeah ya did".

I could say more but I probably shouldn't, I don't want or enjoy drama, but there's so much about this guy that just gets swept under him calling himself problematic and manchild that I guess people take it as a character. I'll just say, there was a post a few days ago about how VAs respond to feedback, and Escaped made a great followup reblog on it. Scythe could do with reading it. I've seen the way he responds to feedback.

I hope he improves.

#va drama #anonymous confessions #scythe audio

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jeonqkooks · 2 years

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CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE BABY YOU DESERVE IT AND MORE!!!!!!!!

for the drabble game, can you write something w jungkook and these two quotes?

“i didn’t like the way they were looking at you” (s) and “how mad would you be if i kissed you?” (f)

THANK YOU!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!! CONGRATS AGAIN!!!!!

just friends | jjk

jungkook doesn’t like it when other people look at you the way he does.

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre/warnings: friends to lovers, college au, fwb au, fluff, smut, semi-public sex, car sex, unprotected sex (don’t do it folks!), creampie, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, breast play, mention of alcohol consumption

word count: 2.2k

note: thank you so much and love you too babe!! and thank you for sending this in, i hope ya like it <33

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

As Jungkook approaches you, his glare burns holes into the back of the boy who was talking to you seconds ago.

“Who was that?” he asks, lightly bumping his hip against yours as he hands you your drink.

You send him an appreciative smile. “Yeonjun from my Sociology class.”

He hums in acknowledgement, nodding in response to the bit of information that you just dropped on him. “He’s got a little crush on you.”

“What? What makes you say that?”

He shrugs and places a hand on the small of your back. More brazen than usual when you’re out in public.

“Just a hunch.”

“He doesn’t have a crush on me,” you scoff. As you sip on your drink, you make a face at the taste of vodka making its way down your throat. “And so what if he does? Are you jealous?”

Jungkook’s eyes wander to the corner where Yeonjun has scuttled to, casually chatting with some other people but still sneaking a glance in your direction once in a while. Jungkook doesn’t like it when the younger one’s eyes settle on your ass in those tight shorts you chose to wear tonight.

He ignores your question in favor of one of his own. “How mad would you be if I kissed you? Right here, right now. Let the whole campus know what we’ve been up to. Let Yeonjun know.”

He thinks it would be worth it to risk your anger. He wants to show you off to everyone at this party, send a reminder to all the sleazy guys who have been eyefucking you the moment you arrived that they will never be as lucky as he is; and a message to all the girls who have been trying to get his attention the whole night that they aren’t the one that he has eyes for.

Jungkook leans down slowly, and you think he’s really about to kiss you here in the middle of the party, but he just settles on pressing his lips against your cheek. “Come on,” he says, taking the cup in your hand and downing the contents of it. Before you can protest, he’s already tugging you out the door by your wrist.

He glances to the corner where Yeonjun’s eyes are still on the pair of you, and he enjoys the way the younger boy squirms under his dagger glare.

You don’t have time to settle into the backseat before Jungkook is already kissing you. He takes control of the situation quickly, planting his hands firmly on your hips to press you against the worn leather of the car. You both are a mess of awkward limbs in the small space of his vehicle, and your muscles will surely be a lot sorer than usual come tomorrow but you honestly couldn’t care less about that right now.

By the time his hands slip under your shirt and bra to fondle your tits, you’re positive that there’s already a mess between your legs. You moan against his lips and tug on his t-shirt, signalling that you want it off. Jungkook complies, and when he breaks away from your mouth to take off the black tee, you do the same to the fabric covering your upper body. You unhook your bra and throw it blindly over to the front seat along with your shirt, though you hope that it doesn’t land on the half-eaten box of fries that you were munching on before the party.

To your surprise, he doesn’t go back to kissing you. Instead, he maneuvers your body so that your back is pressed against the door and your lower half is angled toward him, who’s half kneeling on the floor. You’re about to ask him what he’s doing when his hands settle on your shorts, popping the buttons and pulling the denim down your legs along with your soaked panties.

Jungkook smirks at the sight of your glistening core and licks a fat stripe through your folds, nudging your clit with his tongue when he reaches the sensitive nub. “Fuck…” you moan, carding your hands through his hair to push his face against your pussy.

Normally, whenever you and him fuck outside of the comfort of your or his apartment, it’s because of pure desperation. You’re both too impatient for foreplay, or for anything beside getting straight to business, right to the main course. In one of the bedrooms at a frat house, in a bathroom at a club or here, in the backseat of his car outside a house party—it’s always just “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” to satisfy your needs in fifteen minutes.

That’s why you’re slightly taken aback when he decided to eat you out now of all times and here of all places. Though you’re not exactly complaining; it feels heavenly how his mouth sucks on your clit while he pushes two fingers into your fluttering hole.

“Fuck, Jungkook ah,” you mewl, immediately clenching around his digits as they begin to pump in and out of you.

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, smirking against your pussy and reveling in the wet sounds that reverberate around the car. “Feel good?”

Your words almost get swallowed as you choke on air. “So good,” you moan lewdly and palm one of your breasts, squeezing the supple flesh and rolling your nipple between your fingers while you grind against his face. The visual of you playing with your tits as he’s going on you makes his dick twitch, and he has to abandon his task of holding your thighs open to run a hand down to his crotch, palming the hard length over his jeans to relieve himself of some pressure.

Your back arches when Jungkook curls his slender digits within your walls, pressing against your g-spot and making you shut your eyes in pleasure. Your neck hurts a little in the cramped space but his tongue and fingers feel amazing, and euphoria overwhelms any sort of discomfort you’re sensing.

“I’m cumming, Kook ah, fuck–!”

Your entire body convulses as your orgasm hits, so powerful that he has to hold your hips down while his mouth fucks you through your high. “Good girl,” he praises, licking into you and lapping up all your juices.

When your heavy breathing starts to calm and stars have faded from behind your eyelids, he yanks you down by your thighs so that you’re lying on the seat. He pushes himself off from the floor to come up and hover over you, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Your hands trail down his bare chest until you reach his belt and struggle to unbuckle it. He chuckles, breathing away from your mouth to undo his pants. “Still needy after that?”

You bite your lip and nod, gazing up at him with hooded eyes. Jungkook smirks above you, pulling down his jeans and boxer just enough for his cock to spring out and slap against his stomach. He gives it a few pumps and smears the precum collecting at the tip all over his length, before he leans down close to you, slotting his body between your legs and kissing you again.

You help him guide himself to your slickened entrance, and he swallows up your moans when his shaft breaches you. “Ah,” you sigh against his lips as he bottoms out swiftly.

Sounds of skin slapping fill the car when he begins to fuck you, a fast pace right from the start because he knows you can handle it. You’re insatiable for one another, and he always makes you feel so good that you keep coming back to him. You haven’t slept with anyone else in months now, but you don’t think he necessarily has to know that; it’ll only inflate his already gigantic ego.

“You say you don’t want people to know about us yet you’re letting me fuck you in my car. Anyone could walk out and see us right now,” he says gruffly as his cock pierces your quivering pussy, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “I’m beginning to think you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Want everyone to see how well you’re taking my cock? Want everyone to know that this pussy is all mine?”

Your walls clench around his length at the sound of that last word, and you know Jungkook can feel it too. You wrap your legs around his waist and push his pelvis flush against yours, letting him in deeper than before.

“Yes,” you cry out when he ducks down to your neck, finding your familiar sweet spot within seconds while his cock still slides in and out of you with ease. “Yes, I want them to know.”

You know he’s right; you have no doubt that if there’s anyone walking by right now, it wouldn’t be that difficult to figure out what’s happening in here. The fogged up windows, the way the car is shaking slightly with the force of his vigorous thrusts… Yeah, it wouldn’t take a genius to know.

As his hips rock into yours, you have a hard time keeping your voice down, but it’s not like you’ve been very quiet from the start. Jungkook snakes a hand down to your bundle of nerves, where he rubs your clit in languid circles, contrary to the pace of his cock pounding into you.

“Let them know baby,” he coos, still kissing your neck. “Let them know I’m the only one who can make you feel this good. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

And so you do, gripping his shoulders tightly and arching your back into his chest as your second orgasm rips through your body, engulfing you in pure bliss that only he can give you. His name falls off your lips in breathless chants, your release gushing out of you and soaking his cock in your essence. The added moisture helps him fuck into you even more easily, and coupled with the way your pussy squeezes him like a vice, it doesn’t take long before he’s reaching his own high.

“Fuck, baby!” he cries, hips stuttering as his eyes roll back, his face pushed into the side of your neck as he cums, hot ropes of white painting your walls.

It isn’t unusual for him to call you that during sex. Baby, good girl, angel… Jungkook has a variety of those, take your pick.

His body slumps against yours, incredibly muscular that you’re almost squashed underneath his weight. You push him off, making him steady himself on his forearms on either side of your head but still letting him remain inside of you.

“Hi,” you say, smiling at him lazily.

“Hi,” he returns, and ducks down to press a chaste kiss against your mouth.

When he pulls back, you ask, “What was that? You were… generous today.”

Jungkook takes his bottom lip between his teeth nervously, and in a small voice, he says, “I don’t like the way he was looking at you.”

“Hmm?” You tilt your head, confused.

“Yeonjun,” he clarifies.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you swat at his chest. “You’re still on about that? I told you, he’s just a friend.”

“He didn’t look at you like he’s just a friend.”

“How was he looking at me then?”

He takes a few seconds to answer, thinking over his reply in his head and deciding if he should say it.

“The same way I look at you,” he murmurs as he stares into your eyes. “Like he wants you.”

“Jungkook–”

“I…” He stumbles over his words, breaking your gaze to look away, pulling his body just a little further back from you. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Oh.

You swallow. For some reason, your heart sinks.

Is that what tonight was? A parting gift before he moves on to someone else? You’re disappointed, because he’s undoubtedly the best lay of your life, but other than that, you’re also… a little hurt.

You move to push him off you, embarrassed that your friend with benefits is dumping you here in his car while his dick is softening inside of you, but he pins your wrists down.

“I like you,” Jungkook declares when you struggle out of his hold. You stop, your eyes widening and your breath getting caught in your throat. “I want to be more than just your friend. I want to take you out. I want to hold your hand and I want to kiss you in front of everyone. Show everyone that you’re mine.”

You’re stunned, to say the least. All the pet names and all the times he lingers by your doorway after a booty call. All the times he grows irritated by other people blatantly checking you out in public just like tonight. You’ve just thought that it was an ego thing.

After a moment, his face falls. He just licks his lips and nods quietly at your silence. He pulls out of you and goes to retrieve his shirt, but you tug him back, bringing him close to you again. You cringe slightly, feeling your combined releases trickle out of you and onto the seat.

“Okay,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face into the crook of his neck.

Jungkook places a hesitant hand on your waist. “Okay what?”

“Okay to what you just said. All of it.”

“Yeah?” He moves back slightly to cup your face, bunny smile peaking through his previous crestfallen expression. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” you confirm softly. “I like you too.”

His eyes twinkle as he gazes down at you, shy smile breaking into a happy grin now. His face descends upon yours but before your lips could meet, there’s a knock on the window.

He moves to shield your naked body with his broad shoulders and rolls down the tinted glass just enough for the person outside to look at his face.

“Dude,” Yeonjun coughs awkwardly, “can you move your car? It’s blocking mine.”

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missyandthemisfits · 10 months

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Souya ‘Angry’ Kawata - Big Sis Baji

A/N - Hey so got a couple different headcannon ideas floating around for this one, but I feel like Baji might only really approve of his sister dating a few folks - Souya is one of the few. Couldn’t stop writing this I love Bluebell so much 💙

Anywho

Souya ‘Angry’ Kawata x Baji’s Older Sister

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• It goes without saying that Souya would not only fall hard, but pretty damn quickly after a friendship has been established- but let’s backtrack a bit-

• Souya meets (Name) at a Toman meeting one evening, the meeting adjourned pretty quickly due to the low, consistent growl of Mikey’s stomach

Good thing it was informal, just the Captains and Vice Captains of each division, maybe one or two others

But honestly, that begged an even bigger question; who was this vaguely familiar dark haired beauty? And what was she doing talking with Mikey and Draken so casually?

He was just about to shrug it off when Baji approached

“There a reason you tossin’ that mean mug at my sister?”

Baji was half joking … but also half serious

He knew Angry meant no harm but it still sort of ticked him off - he’s very protective of his own when it comes down to it

“Huh?!”

- Is what Angry said, vein popping as he stuck his neck out. Now what he meant by that was ‘Was I really?’

We all know this boy is kinda bad at communicating with people

“There a problem here?” Nahoya chimes, already itching for a fight, any excuse would do

“Keisuke! Are you picking fights again?”

The dark haired beauty in question huffs over, stern look, hands on her admittedly curvy hips

“Relax-,” She reaches up, yanking on his ear with no remorse

“How can I? God, all this time and you’re still causing me trouble!”

Nahoya is hysterical at the sight of Baji’s embarrassed, defeated face. Souya on the other hand starts to grow flustered, finally putting the pieces together

“I’m sorry about him!” She bows a bit in apology, an ear still between her soft fingers, “You’re um… Souya and Nahoya, right?”

Souya opens his mouth to speak but Nahoya beats him to the punch

“Yea, what of it? Who the Hell are ya, anyway?”

Souya gives his brother a look but she only laughs, completely unfazed

“She’s in our class, Nahoya…,”

“Oh yeeea, must’ve been catching some Z’s or somethin’. My bad!”

Souya shakes his head and she suddenly grabs his hands in both of hers, successfully startling him

“Well it’s nice to meet you both again. I hope we can be friends!”

He’s flustered, eyes on the ground, but stutters out a small “yea…”

From then on, at least when they decided to show up to class, she makes a point to eat lunch with them, occasionally walking them to Toman meetings

She’s much kinder and more bubbly than what they expect, not to mention a total Otaku - something Nahoya found hilarious but Souya silently found cute

She was also very stubborn but that apple didn’t fall too far at all

Doesn’t take Nahoya too much longer to start making excuses as to why he can’t tag along - Souya is seriously confused, and honestly worried his brother has an issue with (Name) - he could be fickle like that

“Nah, she’s cool. For a girl anyway.”

Blue is even more confused

“Then…what’s up?”

Smiley starts to snicker, Angry’s brow furrows

“Ya like her, don’t you?”

Souya feels something tug at his heartstrings-

Did he…?

He definitely enjoyed her company - the evening visits to Convenience Stores, the late night chats about the latest chapters of whatever manga, even the study sessions were pleasant.

And at some point he’d gotten used to it- pretending his palms weren’t sweaty, ignoring his racing heart rate, chalking up the absent minded stares to ‘looking out for her’ in his mind, somehow oblivious to the fact he couldn’t keep his eyes off her-

It…was starting to make some real sense

He took a moment to exhale shakily and nodded, face the color of beets. Nahoya shrugged

“Sooo…ask her out already.”

“WHAT?!?”

He’s panicking at just the thought, rattling off a million and one excuses like ‘She probably already has someone’ and ‘Her friendship is more than enough’

UGH so sweet, so obviously smitten

Only takes a few more days for Nahoya to lose patience & snatch his phone, typing up a message and hovering over ‘send’ devilishly

“Either you send it or I do - what’s it gonna be?”

Souya is mortified as he begrudgingly hits ‘send’, burying his hands into his thick hair after dropping his phone to the carpeted floor

“I can’t do this-,”

“Seriously? All you did was send ‘Can we talk’ - quit bein a wuss.”

They start to get into it and almost miss the vibration, both peering down at the screen

‘Sure! Your place or mine?’

He scrambles to get his phone before his twin, barely getting a ‘I’ll come to you!’ in before having his phone stolen again

“Wear something cute~,” Nahoya mouths the text out, pressing send before tossing the phone at his brother

Doesn’t know whether to be pissed, scared, or excited at this point- so be settles for a jittery combination of the three

Puts on his cleanest pair of khakis and a semi-formal, sleeved shirt because??? Reasons??? So cute bless him

She put on just a little bit of makeup, flowy dress stopping mid-thigh, as if this wasn’t difficult enough for the boy

So nervous he’s having trouble standing - but manages to squeak out something -

His face is covered by his shaking hand and his eyes are squeezed shut, his other hand in a death-grip on his trousers

“I’m sorry…? I didn’t quite catch that one, Souya-,”

Blurts it out louder than he meant to this time, backpedaling IMMEDIATELY in an attempt to take it all back

“I- no- what I mean is- ah-,” starts to give up, “You can just…go home now…I already know it’s a long shot. Sorry I wasted your time…”

Refuses to look up

She’s hugging him close in the next moment tho burying her face into his shirt.

“Please don’t make me leave…not before I tell you I like you too.”

He is SO shocked

Like his legs start to give out

Eventually wraps his shaky arms around her and buries his face in her sweet-smelling hair

They’re there like that for a while

Neither of them wants to let go but eventually, a text comes through from Nahoya and Souya jumps

“S-sorry,” she waves it off, “I can…walk you up stairs if you’d like? I-I mean if that’s s-something you want!”

She shakes her head and smiles, glancing back at the apartment window

“I’ll be okay from here. Besides, my dad would totally kill me if I brought up a cute boy, or any boy for that matter-,”

His heart starts beating faster if you can believe it - so much so he almost thinks he’s having a heart attack

“Well… Goodnight.” She squeezes his hand before reluctantly letting go and waving, practically running back into her apartment building

He’s just…on cloud 9

Total romantic though so eventually he decided that the confession wasn’t nearly enough for this girl

Writes an entire love letter and places it in her locker, finding officially asking her out much easier that way

Before he knows it, she’s racing to embrace him outside the school gates, pulling away just enough to hold his hands gingerly with a laugh

“Honestly, I thought we were official already, but yes a thousand times yes, Souya.”

His face heats up like it has many times before

Can’t help but tear up a little

…Keisuke is one of the last people to know funnily enough

Shocked but not bothered so that’s good

Dassa green light

In The Relationship

Souya is so very sweet, everything done with timid, thoughtful care

Long before they even started dating, she happened to try his bento once and loved it - made mental notes on her likes and dislikes about it and started curtailing it specifically for her enjoyment

So yes absolutely he starts making her lunch for her twice a week - she promises she’ll be just fine without it, he swears he enjoys doing it for her - he really does tho

Random food based games like ‘Guess the secret ingredient’ after he’s comfortable enough to know she wouldn’t mind it

Grocery shopping dates, because he loves the market

Dates to anime cafes because a) she’s really into anime and b) he finally has a reason to go and try the food there - Nahoya promised he would but he’s far too easily distracted and forgetful

Also yea, Baji’s sister? Kind of flirty when she’s interested in someone so like she flusters him on accident AND on purpose?

Definitely super cute when he’s all blushy and squirmy tho

Takes MONTHS to get to the FIRST kiss - and she’s most def initiating it, no way around that

Typically will initiate all the kisses but there are telltale signs when he wants one

Starts to play with his hands, his eyes darting from her lips, to the ground, to whatever’s in this distance, back to her lips

Teasingly presses her nose to his, nuzzling and lying in wait occasionally

“You’re gonna have to kiss me at some point ~”

And he does eventually work up the nerve to close the very small distance

She becomes the official taste tester for both twins, quite the honor

His love language is light physical affection and words of affirmation

Absolutely melts at the lightest caress to his cheek, subconsciously leaning into it every time

Compliments are NOT something he’s used to but boy does he love them, all of them

They make him all tingly but the real personal ones about how pretty his eyes are or how soft his hair is or how cute he looked in that outfit last night?

He could just die and go to Heaven on the spot

Petnames include “Angel, Honeybee, and Sweetness”

Apologized profusely the first time he let one slip out

But she reaches for his hands, removing them from his face, and places gentle kisses on each fingertip, something she often did when he was overwhelmed - and once again he finds himself melting into her touch

So very, very soft for this girl

Bonus

Keisuke honestly had no idea his sister was into one of the ‘ogres’ - granted he didn’t get to see her much after the divorce

He was fairly curious as to why she chose him

“He’s so very kind and honest…always going out of his way to help his friends and family selflessly. And have you tried his cooking? It’s so good! How could I not fall for him?”

He smirked from his spot on the swing set, satisfied with answer

“Yea alright…just don’t go having any babies, I’m not ready to be an uncle.”

“What the Hell, Kei?!”

He laughed as she punched him square in the arm

As long as she was cared for and happy

. • . O . • .

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers souya #tokrev souya #souya x reader #angry x reader #tokyo rev x you #angry kawata #souya kawata #blue ogre #Bluebell #tokyo rev fluff #the first of many

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Bo Sinclair x Fem!Reader Part 1

You decide and up and leave your hometown after feeling trapped and wanting a new start. You end up driving until you can't any longer. Unfortunately for you, and luckily for Bo, you end up stopping right in the middle of Ambrose.

Minors DNI 18+:This story has dark themes such as kidnapping and also slight non con

You had driven all day long and late into the night without any specific destination in mind. In fact, it was nice to just drive around exploring new roads and not thinking about anything but a fresh start. However, the once tranquil backroads had turned eerie in the late hours of the night. The previously beautiful forests were now reaching out to engulf you in their dark clutches. Without any streetlights, the roads felt darker than possible, your brights doing little to keep the night at bay.

Glimpsing down at your dash, you felt the anxiety overwhelm you, your stomach suddenly feeling heavy with dread. Your gas light had been on for awhile now, the gauge looked like it was already pointing to E.

It had been what felt like forever since you had seen a gas station much less a town or any sign of civilization in fact. Of course it was also just your luck there was no signal on these roads. You were in the middle of nowhere.

Refusing to stop now you continued to slowly ease down the road that seemed to keep getting rougher and rougher. It seemed as though you kept getting further and further out into nothing. The current road had long since needed to be paved, filled with potholes and lacking any painted lines.

Finally, you saw the far off glow of town lights in the distance and you huffed out a sigh of relief. You could already spot the bright flourescent glow of a gas station. Pulling up, you realized there was a mechanic shop right next door. Although it seemed to be all locked up the pickup truck outside and lights illuminating within made it seem like someone was working late. Aside from that the rest of the town seemed to be dead and you couldn't seem to shake that eerie feeling.

Doing your best to ignore it you quickly set up the gas pump and sat back inside your car, locking the doors. Digging for your phone, you checked it. No calls or texts but still no service either. Tossing it back down you looked towards the gas pump, nearly jumping out of your skin when you came face to face with the man standing beside your car.

You saw him grin as your hand came up to your chest to cover your racing heart. Throwing his hands up you watched him mouth sorry. It seemed he was the mechanic from next door. He wore oil stained coveralls and the hands at his sides similarly bore black stains.

Cautiously, you rolled your window down while making sure your door was still locked.

"Sorry about that ma'am, didn't mean to scare ya." His voice was a thick southern drawl. Something about it made you relax slightly along with the playful grin he bore. "Just wanted to let you know, ain't no gas in these pumps. Unfortunately all the folks traveling through have seem to create quite a high demand our little ol' town ain't quite used to."

You frowned at that. Cranking your car, sure enough it hadn't budged from E.

The stranger clicked his tongue seeing the disappointment on your face. "Not to worry, I keep some cans in my shop right over there. Though I'm afraid it's gonna cost ya. After all, the town mechanic can't run out of his own supply."

You smiled, although you're sure it came off as more of a grimace. "No, I understand. I appreciate you even being out this late to help me out." Unlocking your door you climbed out of your car, the stranger standing so close you could smell him. He smelled of cigarettes and oil along with a hint of cologne. Something about the combination enticed you.

The two of you made your way into the shop as you chatted. The more he talked the more at ease you felt. Bo didn't fail to notice either. Once inside, Bo pointed at a chair, "You can have a seat if ya like. So, what's a pretty thing like you doing out here at this hour, huh?"

You blushed at the casual compliment. "Just needed to get out I guess. Sometimes it's nice to get away from everything." The stranger nodded in understanding. You decided to ask a question of your own. "What's your name?"

The man chuckled, "Sorry, I'm not used to introducing myself. Living in a small town does that to you considering you always know everybody. My name's Bo, and you are?"

"I'm y/n," you told him. "Well, it's nice to meet you Bo. I really do appreciate all your help."

He gave you that mischevious grin again as he grabbed a gas can. It made you smile back at him. "It's no big deal. Can't leave a pretty girl like yourself stranded out here all alone. Take it from me, there are some creeps around here I would hate for you to have to deal with. Sure is a good thing I found ya before they did. Now you just wait right here where it's warm and I'll go get you fueled up and on your way."

Relaxing back in the chair until the door to the shop chimed, letting you know Bo had finished up. "Alrighty you're good to go on your way. Be careful out there in the dark, make sure to watch for deer."

You nodded and thanked him once again. Before you could walk out the door he offered you his hand. His shake was firm and his hands were warm despite the chill outside.

Climbing back in your car with a warm fuzzy feeling you almost felt sad to leave this small town and charming stranger. He was standing in the doorway of the shop, leaning against the frame. Turning the key in your ignition that warm fuzzy feeling faded. Your car wasn't starting. You tried once more and nope nothing.

Bo walked out to you, the frown on his face showing his concern. You stepped back out of your car as he turned to. "It won't start, I'm not sure why I've never had a problem before."

He placed his hand on the small of your back and you couldn't help but lean into the warmth of his hand. Bo had to fight to hide his smile, keeping up his concerned facade. "Unfortunately it's a little too late for me to take a look at it now..." You began to panic as both his arms snaked around you holding you tightly against him. "Looks like you're gonna have to stay with me pretty girl."

#bo sinclair #house of wax #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher x you #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you

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3xdni · 9 months

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𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕁𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕖❀*ੈ✩‧₊˚

NOT 100% PROOF READ!!

Pairings: E!42 x Black!reader

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

Heads up: Black-coded reader, swearing, kissing, high school age ranged, use of the 'n word, touchy miles, established relationships, rekindling relationships, slight angst, cheating

Summary- after numerous attempts of trying to get Miles to take you serious, you finally meet someone who's willing to do just that. Miles finds out about this and tries to distract himself with someone else but when he sees you and your new talking stage at a party, he can't help but feel like he lost something so precious to him. He can't and won't let you go.

Ding! Ding!

You stirred out of your sleep and opened your eyes, letting a quiet yawn escape from your lips. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, laying in the comfort of Miles' bed. The led lights were set to a low purple and you could see the moonlight peaking through the curtains of the window. You also noticed your boyfriend's sleeping form sprawled out across his side of the mattress.

Being awoken by the sound of Miles phone going off, you reached over to take a look. There was about 54 different notifications coming from a group chat saved ss 'the boys🧟‍♂️'. You felt slight relief having thought it was some girl blowing up his phone or something. However, you were still a bit annoyed by the fact the it was 2:37 in the morning and you would like to be asleep right now.

Shaking him lightly, you called for Miles. "Baby, your folks blowin' up ya phone."

He slowly opened his eyes and squinted as he stretched himself out his sleep. Barely paying you any mind, he immediately turned and opened his phone to a flurry of messages. You just looked at him, somewhat expecting him to say something but he just sat and read through his phone. You just decided to lay back down and pull the covers over yourself until you heard Miles' phone start ringing.

Miles grumbled about being woken up so early but promptly answered the call.

"Yo, what's happenin'?" the tired boy laid back on his pillow while rubbing his eyes.

"Yur, what's good Morales. You doin something right now?"

Miles had given you a side glance before quickly back in front of him. "Nah, i'm just with Y/N. I'm free." You felt slightly hurt by his choice of words. 'Just Y'N'

"Well we finna link up at the basketball court, you gon be there right?" You could hear his homeboy on the phone and he sounded very awake for it to be so late. It wasn't that you cared what Miles did, but you weren't expecting him to leave you alone in his bed to hang with his people.

"Maldito hombre, ya ves qué hora es? It's 2:41 in the mornin' nigga."

"Man ain't nobody tryna hear that shit! You coming or not?"

There was a long pause before Miles gave him an answer. He looked to have been thinking and you silently prayed that he would tell them to get the fuck on. But it's not like him to disappoint you of course so you really didn't know what to expect. All you could do is wish that the bed was too comfortable for him to leave, if you weren't reason enough.

"Who all gon be there?" Miles leaned up from the pillow to sit up. He looked around his room for his dirty, basketball shoes. Not getting up until he got an answer.

"Uhh, me, Jay, Ganke, and the rest of the crew." There was music in the background of the call and you could hear the sounds of laughing accompanied with yelling on the other side.

"OH! And Gwen's coming with her little friends~" Miles was already made the decision to go but he didn't get up yet. Hearing that there were unknown females going, you cringed at the thought of him entertaining them.

You watched for a sign of excitement or a sense of urgency after his friend's words but he was still as nonchalant as ever.

"Aight, I'll be there in about...15 minutes. Déjame vestirme muy rápido."

"Aight bro, see ya in a little bit."

"Yeah, bye."

You sat up from the bed as your boyfriend got up from it. You were beyond pissed by the fact he was just going to leave you there.

"Are you leaving?" The answer was already known but you asked anyway. It irked your nerves the way he disregarded you being there in the first place.

Miles threw on some grey sweats and a white wife-beater. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fina go with the boys 'cuz they tryna hoop." He slipped on some nike socks, still looking for his shoes.

You guys had gotten into multiple arguments about this. How he'd leave you at the drop of a hat for anything that wasn't important. It hurt you deeply to see how he seriously he didn't take you or your feelings.

You were obviously disappointed and upset but tried not to let it show. It's not this is the first time this has happened anyway. Y'all's relationship was never perfect.

One time, he stood you up for a date that he planned so he could play the game with his homeboys. You sat in this nice restaurant with your pretty black dress only to walk out with embarrassed tears streaming down your face. Or the time he 'forgot' he was supposed to have a cute little couple sleep over with you. Watch movies, eat snacks, and enjoy each other's company. Instead he made plans to hang out with his crew, completely disrespecting your time. But time always seems to repeat itself.

And yes you were very much aware of his Prowler duties, but more often then not it was just Miles being Miles.

"Damn, you wasn't fina let me know something? That's cool I guess.." Try to be as passive aggressive as possible, you have Miles the stankest face ever which he just returned with an eye roll.

"Ian even know they was going to play. Nadie hizo planes, don't be mad at me I didn't even do anything." He retorted as he moved into his closet in search for these shoes.

You no longer allowed yourself to get crazy upset over Miles actions anymore, his words going in one ear and out the other. However that doesn't mean that it don't bother you as much. "You never do anything, do you?"

"Bro what?" The boy turned around from his closest seemingly found what he was looking for. He looked at you with squinted eyes and a slight scowl.

"Nothin' nigga, just don't even worry about." You threw your hands up and let them fall onto your thighs with a smack. Your body language exuded attitude and you could only smile in disbelief. Your boyfriend was so perfect on the outside. Pretty eyes, pretty lips, handsome face, tall, lean with muscle, if only he had the heart to back up his looks.

"Mami don't start that arguing shit, Ian tryna here that."

"You never tryna hear nothing I say though so it doesn't really matter, does it?"

"Y/N, I just wanna hoop with the boys. I do not wanna hear that shit 'cuz if we start arguin' yo ass gon' start cryin'." Miles sat down in his gaming chair to roughly put on his air forces. He was obviously getting annoyed and now he seemed like he was in a rush to leave you even quicker.

"Yeah, it's always the boys, gotta go with the boys, gotta see the boys, but when it comes to spendin' some time with your 'girl' you can't be there." Your hand movements became more aggressive the more Miles talked.

"Yeah well ain't nobody forcin' you to be wit me so do what you gotta do, bro." He didn't even look up from his shoes as he indirectly confessed he didn't give two fucks about you.

There was a silence that fell onto the room. It seemed like it didn't matter how many times you tried to put effort into making your boyfriend reciprocate your feelings, it was just impossible.

Getting up from the bed, you began to dress yourself to leave. "If that's how you feel Morales, consider this shit dead." You grabbed your phone from his nightstand and quickly opened the Uber app.

Miles sucked his teeth and finished lacing his shoes. "Y/N come on, you overreacting." He stood up from his chair grabbed his hoodie, tossing it on over his tank top.

Your face was lit up by your phone screen as your ordered an Uber and ignored Miles completely. "It's 2:57, you better hurry before they start to miss you." Turning your body away from the boy and stuffing your book bag with your stuff, you turned around and made your way to the door.

"So we done, for real? Over some bullshit?" Miles stood in between you and the door, blocking your path.

"It's not bullshit, Miles. You don't understand so just move." You pinched the bridge of nose and closed your eyes in annoyance.

He looked down at you for a couple of seconds then said 'Aight'. As soon as he moved you opened the door and walked out, night entirely ruined.

It pained you to think about how you gave your all to a nigga who could care less about letting you down. You sure knew how to pick them. Miles hadn't even thought about telling you he was going to leave, not that he should have been leaving in the first place. If this was what love was supposed to be, you didn't want it at all.

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On the way to the basketball court, Miles' last conversation with played throughout his head. He loved you, but you just did too much sometimes. So what if he wanted to hangout with his friends? Or just changed his mind about somethings. This was just how he was and if you didn't like it, you could leave just like you did. He didn't realize how much of his mind you took up until he was left alone with his thoughts.

The weight of what just happened hadn't fallen on him yet. He didn't feel bad or any regret about what he said or has done. It's not like he did anything wrong, right? Of course not, this is just what happens before you call him and apologize for tripping on him.

As Miles pulled up to the spot, he sent you a text.

- lmk when u done bein mad nd shi

Throwing his phone into his passenger seat, he jogged over to his friends, greeting everyone that wasn't currently playing basketball.

"Yo! What's good my boy?" Ganke dapped Miles up and punched him playfully.

"Yo, what's good Ganke." Miles laughed at his friends antics, still trying to shake off his sleep.

Jay looked around Miles and then behind him confusingly. Ganke doing the same thing.

"I thought you were with Y/N? Where she at?" Jay questioned now looking at Miles' car in search of you.

Instead of questioning his homeboys own interest in you, he shrugged his shoulders. "She got mad 'cuz I was tryna come link up with y'all so she left." The latino leaned against the ragged fence as he watched the people on the court. "We were sleep when ya'll called but I guess she wanted me to stay or somethin'".

Jay and Ganke shared a look and then turned their attention back into Miles. "You know that's kinda fucked up." Ganke started.

"Yeah, ya know you didn't have to come if it was like that. To be honest, if it was me," Jay pushed off the fence and in front of the other too boys to finish his statement. "I'd stay in that bed with her all night long. No disrespect but Y/N is fine as fuck!" Ending his sentence with laughter, Miles could tell he wasn't joking.

"Damn, you must be plottin' on her or something? I know she fine.." Miles trailed off not giving his friends words much thought until now. He crossed his arms and gave Jay a pointed look.

"Nah bro it ain't like that, I'm just sayin if it was me she wouldn't be gettin' mad over nothin'."

"Riiiight."

The two boys began to walk closer to each other, seemingly trying to size up the other. Ganke stuck a hand in between the boys' chest, trying to keep any altercation from happening.

Jay had a history of sly remarks towards Miles about you, as so did the rest of the group. None of them were blind and could obviously see how bad Miles treated you. They could also see how honestly attractive you were. Multiple attempts were made by Jay to try and get with you, but like the good girlfriend you are, you shit that shit down immediately.

"We came here to chill and play ball, ya'll mothafuckas need to chill out." Miles continued to glare at his so called 'homeboy' until Jay backed down.

"You got it bro." The dread head smiled at Miles and threw his hand up in defense. He just let it go before things escalated into something worse.

After a couple rounds of basketball, sleepiness over took Miles' body once again. About 2 hours had past and it felt like a good time to go home and fall back asleep in your embrace. He said goodbye to his friends although leaving Jay out. Once he made his way to his car, he hopped in and checked his phone.

Clicking yours and his conversation, he looked down in confusion.

- lmk when u done bein mad nd shi

read 3:46

Whatever, bro. That's what Miles thought as he drove back to his home. He wasn't gonna stress over being left on read when he knows you'll come back, because you always come back.

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It's been 3 weeks since you talked to Miles. You would ignore him in the halls, at lunch, and in the classroom. Even though you and him had pretty much the same classes, it wasn't hard to simply ask for a seat change.

And then a month passes by with no contact from you. When he finally let go of his pride and spammed your phone with messages about how much he misses you and filled your call log with his contact, he couldn't help but feel lost. He wanted nothing more than for you to talk to him again. The girl he started dating was just an attempt to distract himself from blowing up your phone.

He'd heard news about you talking to someone new and he didn't believe that you'd actually move on from him until he saw it with his own eyes. Mrs. Perkins class was the only class that you had to keep your seat next to Miles.

One day Miles couldn't seem to mind his business and kept taking peaks at your phone. He saw messages between you and your friends about a party this Saturday. The desperate boy strained his eyes for more information but ultimately gave up. After asking around the school, he got the date and time for said party. He couldn't get you to meet up with him anymore so he just had to seek you out in other ways.

The school day came to an end and every one could finally go home. On the way to his dorm, you plagued Miles' brain. Thoughts of your sweet voice and pretty smile clouded his mind and left an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. Something was constantly missing from his life now. Whether it be a simple text from you or even just the loving way you would stare into his eyes. He deeply regretted taking his time with you for granted.

Miles couldn't help but scroll through old pictures of the two of you. He didn't smile in a single one and paid you no mind in any of them. It was amazing to you how long you stood up with his bullshit. He studied the ways the couples around his school would embrace each other and share love so easily. Jealousy was the only way Miles could correctly label his feelings.

Saturday couldn't come any faster. Everyone was happy to be temporarily free from there school duties and enjoy the weekend. Most people spent there Saturday preparing themselves for this party. There were so supposed to be drinks, food, music, and all around just a good time. Although for Miles, all he wanted to see was you.

Your friends wanted you to attend this party so desperately. You may have been able to keep a stoic attitude on the outside, but secretly you were trying to deal with the way yours and Miles relationship ended. Sure you were talking to a new nigga but you couldn't help but miss Miles. Even when he would pay you any attention you missed is company. Your entire relationship wasn't 'bad', it just wasn't perfect. To you at least.

The party was going to be an outdoor type of thing. It seemed to be a very warm not so you decided to go with something tight and short. Spinning in the mirror, you admired the way you dress fitted your pretty figure, feeling even cuter with your heels. It wasn't too much but it was better than most.

You took a few mirror pics and posted the best ones on your instagram. It didn't take long for your inbox to be filled with messages from random dudes, friends hyping you up, and some family telling you how good you looked.

A smile planted itself on your face as you red through the messages and replied to most of them. You felt so confident and hoped that the rest of the night would be just a good.

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Miles sat in his driver seat waiting outside his dorm building while scrolling through instagram. He would come across the usual food reel or shoe announcements until he refreshed his page and you popped up. You looked so damn good he couldn't believe it. Miles wasn't blind, he knew you weren't ugly but he'd never stop to admire how absolutely gorgeous you are. He stared at the picture for a while until his new girlfriend yanked the car door open and plopped herself into the passenger seat.

Miles quickly liked the photo and put his phone in his visor, feeling somewhat caught. Your curves stayed on his mind while driving to the spot. Lil baby, G herbo, and Gunna blasted through his car speakers as his girl rambled on about how much fun there were gonna have at this party. She wanted to party with him but Miles only wanted to talk to you.

Khelani had nothing on you. She was just some chick who had been thirsting after him ever since ya'll two were together so he'd thought she'd be a descent distracted. The woman just became a hellish annoyance.

He pulled into an empty parking spot and locked his doors on his way towards everyone. He kept his eyes peeled for you, not caring for anyone else at the moment. Khelani clinged onto Miles' arm for dear life yet he kept trying to push her away. He'd much rather hearing you yell at him for being a dick than hear her whine about getting no attention from him.

The boy looked away from the girl out of irritation only to lay eyes on you. He could practically smell your Chanel perfume and taste your Dior laced lips. His mouth went dry as he gazed over your soft curves and pretty curls/braids brought your look together. 'Oh my god' he thought to himself as he eyed you head to toe.

Miles attention was suddenly brought to Khelani as she told him she was leaving with some friends. She attempted to give him a quick kiss but he quickly weaved out the way. Clearly embarrassed, she laughed it off and finally walked away giving Miles the opportunity to go talk to you.

As he made his way closer to you, a familiar face came into view. It was Jay. The same Jay that talked about getting with you right when you two were having problems. The same Jay that would ogle you and make sly remarks about how good he thought you looked. The same Jay talking to his girl right now.

Jealousy and irritation clouded his thoughts as he watched from a distance. He didn't like the fact that Jay had the nerve to talk to his girl. 'His girl'. It didn't matter to Miles if he himself had died, you were still of limits to anyone. He glared at the dread head, diminishing any feelings of friendship that he had left for him.

The closer Miles got, the easier it was to read the situation. Both of you were arguing about something and it seemed pretty heated. You were calmly retorting to whatever Jay was yelling at you about, talking more with your hands than you were your mouth. He quietly stood in front of you two with his hands in his pockets and without being noticed.

You and your new talking stage had been having problems with consistency. He had been busy with school and you had your own responsibilities to deal with. Most of the time the both of you would go without texting each other for days on end.

Whatever it was y'all were arguing about, Jay stormed off mad as fuck leaving you all by your lonesome. This is where Miles swoops in so to save you from your thoughts. He stepped closer to you until you finally looked up and noticed him standing in front of you.

"Oh, Miles.."

"What's good, ma?"

You shifted your weight onto one leg and promptly poked out your hip. Miles couldn't help but do a double take on your body.

"Nothin' much, how you been love?"

Although you felt a bit reluctant to talk to Miles again, this being the first time in a long time, you were aching to have a conversation with him.

Miles smiled at the cute pet name. Even though you called everyone love because of it being part of your southern lingo, it still made his heart beat fast. He had leaned in even closer to you now, your scent taking over his senses.

"I've missed you so I ain't been doing to good, ya feel me?" Miles placed an arm behind the little bar behind you, trying to infiltrate your personal bubble as much as you'd allow.

You didn't really focus on how fast Miles was closing in on you. You were solely focused on the fact at how fine he looked with his freshly done braids, gold jewelry, and tight fitted shirt.

You took a sip of your drink and gave Miles an amused look. "You missed me? Are you sure?" You nodded your head in the direction of Khelani. Miles rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

He pulled up a stool and sat directly in front of you, longs legs caging your own.

Miles studied your face for a second until he couldn't help the smile that ripped through his face. "So that's the type of niggas you like now? You and Jay cute, I guess."

You laughed softly and sighed. "Just trying something new, I guess." You rolled your eyes and shrugged your shoulders, mimicking Miles' earlier actions.

He chuckled before stopping and studying your face once more. His expression slowly changed to a happy one to a frustrated one.

"So you miss me or nah? I've been thinkin' about you a lot, Y/N."

You didn't exactly know how to feel in the moment. On one hand Miles was sweet and loving when he wanted to be, but on the other hand he was only sweet and loving when he 'wanted' to be. Mixed feelings is what you would describe your relationship as.

"I don't know, Miles. I'm not angry at you anymore but.." You decided that it'd be better to not hold grudges but you weren't going to ignore your personal feelings. That's just the way he is and if he wasn't willing to change for you then you weren't gonna force him.

"But what?" Miles looked you deep into your eyes. He had hooked his fingers onto yours and started toying with them absentmindedly. The physical touch and eye contact slightly made your walls crumble.

"I just don't think your ready for a relationship, at least not with me. I don't want to be treated like a side hoe." You took a deep breath to try and calm your beating heart from jumping out your chest. "That's fine if that's what you want, but you not getting it from me."

He stayed quiet for a second and bit his lower lip while he thought. "Mami... listen, I'm sorry okay. I should have treated you better... it was stupid of me to let you go. I just didn't want things to go too fast... I loved being with you, you know that. I'm not like the old me. I want you back..." He started rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand.

"But you not understanding where I'm coming from, Miles. How can I what you say when we've been through this so many times? I don't want you to keep breaking my heart, love." You looked up at the lovestruck boy with sad eyes accompanied with a sad smile.

Miles looks hurt by your response to him. "I'm just hurting mami, I miss you. I miss the good times you and I had together. I miss the good mornings and the good nights. I just want you back and I'll do anything for you,"

He leaned closer, brushing your hair out of your face. "You know I never meant to treat you bad, right? It's just..." He thought for a moment on how to tell you the truth. "...My own insecurities got the best of me. If I let all that go, if we try again... this time there won't be any games, no dumb things to ruin us."

Your eyebrows furrowed and you went into a deep thought. It seemed like you not being there has really made him realize how much you really were. There was no denying that you had also missed Miles, you had just wanted to be appreciated.

"Ok," you sighed and closed your eyes.

"Ok? Whachu mean ok? Y/N I just told yo-"

"You got one more chance. If you fuck it up, you blocked forever." Looking up at him with a pleased expression, you brought his hand to your face and placed it against your cheek.

"Damn I missed you so much."

Miles smiled and caressed your cheek, having miss the warm feeling of your affection for to long. He leaned in and placed a desperate kiss onto your glossy lips. He wrapped his arms around your hips and placed his hands on your ass, slowly rubbing in large circles.

You broke away from the kiss with worried look on your face. "What about Khelani? Have you talked to her yet?"

Miles reached for his phone and opened it to his contacts. He promptly deleted Khelani's contact and conversations from his phone. After he was done blocking her on everything, he passed you his phone.

"We weren't exclusive, but it's just you and me now."

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Here are 100 random quotes from Mammon!

Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they're minor spoilers)

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“I want to [CENSORED], [CENSORED], and [CENSORED] like there's no tomorrow!”

“Hey! No touchin'! Grrr..!”

“Hey! So you're just gonna ignore me, are ya?! ...Also, I SAID you're too close! Don't get near MC! And NO touchin'! I won't allow it!”

“I don't want to have anything to do with someone like you! That's it. we're done! It's over! ...gr ...! ...! Dammit! Like I could ever really say that to you! I love you, MC! And I'II NEVER break up with you, okay?! NEVER!

“Hey, whoa! Whaddya think you're doin', huh?! You want a piece of me?! IS THAT IT?!”

“Come on, I was just kiddin' around! Now go on and unblock me. ...I'll tell ya a funny joke if you do. "Who's got two thumbs and needs some company?" 👍 "THIS GUY!" 👍 At least gimme a pity laugh, will ya?!”

“Right now it's just you, me, a bed, and no one to bother us.”

“Oh yeah? Well do me a favor and look into your crystal ball and tell me how many times I'm gonna sock you for that smartass comment.”

“I don't THINK so! Like, don't go marryin' Asmo, MC! If you're gonna marry someone, marry m...m-m-m…..m-m-ME! MARRY THE GREAT MAMMON!”

“Y'know..I wouldn't have pegged you as someone who likes to stir up trouble. But you have some pretty interestin' ideas up there in that head of yours, don't ya?”

“Whoa, hey there. Those are some pretty harsh words. Is there some sorta bad blood between you?”

“Look at those cheeks of yours. What's up with those, huh? How'd ya like me to give 'em a little poke? ...Like that! ...And that!”

“Would ya look at that? The Great Mammon really has an eye for spottin' shiny and expensive things! Who knew such a little shop would have uncut gems like these? Hehehe, come to daddy...”

“What's this here...an emerald? You're a looker, aren't ya? Wanna come home with daddy?”

“Lemme go! I'm not gonna rest until l've landed one really good hit on Levi!… Beel! Lemme go, ya muscle-bound son of a...! …All right, bring it on! Do it...see what happens!”

“Man, what's got your panties in a wad all of a sudden?”

“Yeah-heah-HEAAAH! Sweet, sweet treasure! COME TO PAPA!”

“No frickin' way!”

“Geez, I oughta wrap you up for pullin' a stunt like that!”

“Y'see, I was plannin' on hanging out with MC in my room today. And I wanted to create a romantic atmosphere, y'know? So I lit about 500 candles, and the room caught on fire. Scared the bejeebers outta me!”

“You think a little w-warnin' like that would be enough to s-s-scare me off? He thinks I'm gonna stop s-s-spyin' on him because of that? As if!”

“Folks around here won't let us forget it. But they're just labels. By now, no one knows better than us that labels don't mean anything.”

“Th-That's so coooohohohohold! Ahahaha! Why you guys gotta be so meeeeean?”

“C'mon, man. Make with the mouth openin'. The rest of us are waitin' for our turn.”

“Yeah, I know what you're thinkin'. How'd I turn out to be so awesome? You can tell I've been through both highs and lows, and that I'm self-assured and totally sexy.”

“If I can land a nice, clean blow on Lucifer just once, then whatever happens, happens.”

“And I hate the way you lock eyes with Lucifer...and then like smile and stuff... Don't do that, okay? Don't even breath in front of him, okay?!”

“Exactly. Nothin' of value is missin', except for the stuff I sold.”

“That's rough, buddy.”

“You might not know what I'm talkin' about, but I know what l'm talkin' about! Quit showin' up in my dreams uninvited! Ya gotta give me time to prepare before you go bustin' in like that!”

“D-Dummy! Don't go makin' me say it!”

“Have you forgotten? I AM evil! Demon, remember?”

“What? No, you must be mistaken, Your Wonderfulness. I said absolutely nothing of the sort.”

“Whoever's disturbed my...*yawn* my sleep... I got a pile driver with your name on it”

“Hey, you sure you'll be satisfied with just leaving things at my head?”

“If you're wondrin' where I'm at, that means ya got it bad for me, don't ya? ...Please don't pull that "stay" thing on me.”

“Levi, you son of a-- You just full-on PUNCHED me!”

“Eh, still... It feels nice when you run your hand through my hair like that. So l'll go ahead and let it slide.”

“Wha? No, I wasn't tryin' to make fun of ya... Little guy.”

“Damn straight.”

“Anyway, he said he'd be willin' to lend me money again if I managed to pay back everythin' I owed. Obviously, there's no way I can, so I pretended not to have seen anythin' and ran like hell.”

“Nighttime's when I kick into gear! Let's go out on the town! Your treat!”

“I'm still laughin' my ass off over here!”

“You're the only thing more dazzlin' than a gold credit card! Almost blinding, I'd say!”

“Final boss, my ass! Listen up, 'cause the Great Mammon's got some truths for you haters!”

“Just this once, l'II let ya film me in a bathtub full of money! How's THAT for fan service?!”

“So? Waitin' like a good boy's gone and earned me some kinda reward, right?”

“I'll raise my favorability score with MC lickety-split, profess my love, and win this game before you even know what hit you!”

“...Aww. ...I mean, now listen, you! Dammit. You really play dirty, you know that...?”

“Ah, there ya are! How'd you like to hit the casino with me, huh?! Right now! I'm feelin' lucky today. REAL lucky!”

“Just so we're clear, I ain't afraid of no horror movies. Not even a little! Not even a teensy-tiny bit, all right? Like, seriously.”

“Just to be clear, it's not like l'm afraid Lucifer might catch me if I go alone. That's not what this is about. Seriously, that's not what this is about! For real, it isn't!”

“I've got some serious business opportunities lined up for after classes tomorrow. I'm talkin' makin' some mad cheddar, yo! If Lucifer asks about me, tell him I was called to the human world by the witches, would ya?”

“You don't sleep until I do, you got that? And would ya look at that?! The ol' Sandman forgot to sprinkle his magical sand in my eyes! So strap in, buddy! We got a looooong night ahead of us!”

“Listen, Lucifer is gonna be all over my ass once he finds out…”

“No need to worry your pretty little head. I'll be around for meals and sleep. The bed's pretty big, after all”

“Yeah, a real gold digger, that one.”

“I wasn't about to give in to that jerk's demands. I've got more self-respect than that. So, I told him what the deal was: I get the room rent-free and he can shove his two-year contract where the sun don't shine. But then that snake threatened to snitch to Lord Diavolo and Lucifer if I didn't pay up.”

“Cheap shot callin' a guy stingy cause he's lookin' out for his pal.”

“Bet your wonderin' how a guy like me-drownin' in debt, frozen credit card, more lint in his pockets than Grimm-“

“Using my power and influence, I'll push you through the auditions and get you the chance to model, no strings attached! Well, maybe one string: front and center's all mine. Hope the edge is good enough for ya!”

“I swear, I'm not tryin' to pull a fast one on ya, MC, ol' buddy ol' pal!”

“We're pals, right? If ya really wanna know the details, I'll tell ya for 500 Grimm. If you've got the cash on-hand now, I'll tell ya for half the price. So, what'll it be?”

“Hey! MC! Why ya runnin' BUDDY?”

“Ya know, just a peek! So, help me out by opening the door, just a little?… But I caaaaaaaaan't! Open the door and let me see already!”

“My dear sunglasses just took their last breath... I kinda accidentally killed them. I crushed them...with my rear end. That's right, my poor sunglasses...and bum.”

“I'll whip up my special cup ramen! I'll bring it up in a bit, so just sit tight.”

“Look, l'm sendin' ya a ping! So get your butt over here, pronto!”

“Seriously, I'll bust my ass and get there at Mach speed!”

“Crap, that really does make me feel all warm and fuzzy. Thanks, MC. I love ya a whole bunch, too!”

“I got a raffle ticket when I went shoppin' today, so I tried my luck, and booyah. Jackpot, baby!”

“I've got jack all to do! JACK ALL!”

“Listen to what I'm saying, dammit! Can't someone shut this guy up?!”

“Huh, ya don't say. Whoopsie.”

“If you're thinkin' of saving that picture of me on your D.D.D., I swear I'll put a curse on ya! I'll make it so that you never find money layin' on the street again! And don't you forget it...”

“Jealous? Wanna join me, right? Well, this isn't the sorta place that humans can just go lollygaggin' about in, so keep your pants on.”

“Haha! That's all ya got?!”

“It's an honor to be fightin' ME!”

“Muahahaha. ALL points for MAMMON! Bow down to me!”

“Hehehe, I'm feelin' GOOD today. I got ya somethin'!”

“Oh...? Yeah, that's the spot! Right there!”

“That's a good human. You're gettin' the hang of it, aren't ya?”

“Yo. So ya dropped in to pay Mammon a visit, eh? Good on ya!”

“Missin' the Great Mammon, were ya? Heh, welcome home.”

“Hey, not there! That tickles!”

“What are ya, a spoiled brat?”

“I guess everyone's like that with their first. Who knew ya could be so cute. Hey, why dontcha be more greedy? That way you'd really win my heart.”

“Hey... Oi... All right, already! Pay attention to me!”

“Hey, can't ya be gentle?!”

“Ya know what do to, doncha? Thanks!”

“Eeeew, take that back. Give it to someone else.”

“Hahaha! Is that all ya got? It's nothing compared to Lucifer's swing!”

“Don't think you can get away with this!”

“Here, I got a present for ya! Beach time, you and me! Let me show you how well I can swim!”

“Also, I'm goin' wakeboarding but... I'm gonna bring you along too, 'cause ya know, I like hangin' out with ya and stuff.”

“A Red Demonus after a long day's work is the best! Why doncha grab one too?”

“It's cool if we chill here and drink together, yeah?”

“This looks so flippin' good!”

“Hey, why don't we go this year? Keep the date open, all right?”

“They're very nice, so I thought it woulda cost ya a pretty penny!”

Couple extra for my boy

“You wanted to match with me, ya say?! Cute!”

“Someone put a photo frame in your room, right? That was me. You were eyein' it up in the shop so I bought it. You put a picture of everyone in it, but I really wanted you to put one of just us t... Never mind.”

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I love this goofy fucker

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #fanfic #obey me mammon #obey me quotes #om! mammon

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aconflagrationofmyown · 1 year

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“Favorite Face”

a Sarge & lil Mama scene (Elvis Presley fanfiction)

Rating PG13 a tickle fight with a few little angsty confessions, sorry

Circa: 1967

Giving this blurb business a try, hope y’all enjoy and I swear I’m gonna fill in the plot gaps soon 💋

“Do you know what my favorite of your faces is?”she offered.

“Well, no, no I-I-I’m not sure I do.”

“It’s this one,” Elaine murmured before explaining a little more in full, “it’s this, you turned on your side facing me with the sheets pulled up to your chin and your hands under your cheek and it’s how expectant and happy you look to be in bed with me. Like you just can’t wait to chat or tease or make love, like the best part of your day is beginning when you bound in here next to me every night.” she reached out and flicked a lock of mussed black hair off his forehead and he coulda been seventeen or fifty right now, all his years established in the soft, almost bashfully reverent face absorbing her words. “I should probably say my favorite face of yours is when you’re belting a high C on stage or when you first see one of our baby’s. Or maybe even something sultry, the way you look in a sex act but, but no,” she mused, “it's this one. Like we aren’t only children anymore, now that we’ve got each other.”

They’d had each other for over a decade now. He gripped the hand that was soothing back his hair and peppered kisses to her palm.

“I’d return the compliment but-“ Elvis turned his face further into the pillow at her expectant little expression, “but-but mine, i-it ain’t wholesome l-l-like that. Like yours. Not if I’m bein’ honest.”

“Well, ya must be honest.”

“I know!” his red face was nearly buried in the pillow by this point.

“Life is balance, Naughty, as you so often tell me.” she grinned. “Wouldn’t do if we were both wholesome. C’mon, tell me.”

“I can’t,” he moaned into his pillow, fully face first by now, “T-t-that w-w-were t-too sweet.”*

“You know this is just making me more curious.”

“I don’t care if you’re curiouser than ya ever been, I ain’t gonna.” He folded the pillow’s sides up around his ears for further privacy.

Elaine smiled and watched the back of his head, calculating that she’d probably fall asleep before he ran out of breath, the man didn’t seem to need to breathe like other folks -she would know.

“I’m gonna tickle it outta ya then.” he heard her warn him through the cotton covering his senses and before he could so much as brace she was straddling his back, her bare skin rubbing against his back and her horrid little talons wiggling into his arm pits.

“Goddamnit woman, I take it all back,” he yelled and he knew even then it was futile to try to buck her off, she had been married to him for ten years and he’d never managed it but he sure gave it another try this night, “there ain’t a wholesome bone in your body. A cruel, cruel woman, thas what you are.”

He resorted to dirty, tried, and true tricks to throw her off, tricks he had kept to himself from the locals at Billy Bob’s honky-tonk in Fort Worth where Elaine had won five rounds on the mechanical bull and near bankrupted the house in bets.

Elvis tickled her feet.

The angle wasn’t superb but it was all he had left, penned on his belly like this. He retaliated her treatment in kind, wiggling a fingertip in her arches and she shrieked and bucked and started to smack his shoulders which was strictly against the Geneva Code regarding tickling warfare but they’d had that talk before and Elaine remained as unorthodox as those Cuban rebels.

“Just tell your wife, come on now.” she urged, becoming terribly cruel when she left off his arm pits and leaned back, not to pry his hands off her feet as he first expected, but to tickle the crease of his thighs where he was most vulnerable.

“Not my ass!” he screamed like a terrified novitiate, finally pulling his face outta the pillow to heave in a gulp of air.

“Just tell me.” she cooed, the manicure he paid for causing terrible little tingles all along his thighs until he wanted to weep.

“You’re slickin’ my back up! You’re enjoyin’ my misery, ya damn pervert!” he remonstrated while doing his best to roll his back like a wild mustang and buck her off.

Elaine’s thighs remained made of steel.

Where was their pile of children in the bed when he needed them? Where was Jack and his vaguely alarming and decidedly frustrating mommy entitlement when Elvis could actually appreciate it?

“Come on, just tell me,” she rolled with every buck he gave her, not even breathless when he rose up on all fours like some pantomime of a piggy back and tried throwing her that way, “is it when you’ve glazed my hair?” She started to guess, and that was maybe, somehow worse.

“No.” He denied, and tried a few more moves he’d seen the Great Danes pull when the kids tried to get on their backs.

“When you’re in my mouth?” Elaine asked sweetly and now that he was out of the sheets she took full advantage of reaching beneath and tickling his belly.

“No, no, no!” he swore, both to her actions and her guesses.

Finally, all other tactics having failed, Elvis rolled them both and crushed her beneath his back on the bed, taking petty enjoyment in the rib creaking grunt she let out as his weight smashed her diaphragm.

“I feel like the mouse the elephant stepped on in the kids’ book.” Elaine wheezed in his ear and he wiggled to get comfier in the cradle of her thighs, backwards from the way this was usually done and thoroughly enjoyable.

Elvis was wondering why they didn’t cuddle like this more often when her legs wrapped back around his hips and interlocked over the vulnerable juncture of his thighs; suddenly he got the feelin’ he’d miscalculated.

He didn’t wait for one of those red hot nails to pinch his nipple, he grabbed it in route and bit it. “If ya must know,” he mumbled around the digit, irrationally glad that he was at least facing away from her for this, “i-i-it’s when, when ya lemme suck at ya, nurse off ya, you jus’ look so, I dunno so, so nurturin’ lookin’ down at me from up there an’ —I dunno, gets me hot. You know that.” he trailed off, admitting even to his wife that he enjoyed giving up his fiercely prized control, a momentous effort even after all these years.

It struck Elaine as a rather wholesome thing in itself, in the context of their little world. She was expecting something more -nasty, male, degrading, claiming. She knew he felt like he ought to have said one of those others, unnaturally stiff in her arms suddenly. He was about two seconds away from retracting it all or bolting to the fridge for a snack, she knew, so she leaned her head next to his, nuzzling his temple for a minute before sticking her tongue in his ear.

He shouted again and jolted in her arms. “God, enough tormentin’ me!” he growled, making no move to leave from his fleshy cradle.

“Does this mean ya miss it?” she dared softly, far, far more risky a thing to say than any confession made tonight.

It had been awhile, years in fact, since she’d last had any milk. Saying it was God’s Will didn’t make it hurt less.

“Yes.” the rumble of his voice vibrated her front after a heavy pause. “Terribly, actually.” he offered his own courage to the conversation.

“It’s an act of faith, isn’t it? To still want something after it went so wrong last time?”

“Yeah.” he agreed so softly she only heard it because his head was on her shoulder, “A-and we wouldn’t be, be replacin’- wouldn’t be- ya know- replacin’…Joe.” he never could manage her name without a quiver.

“No, no it wouldn’t be that.” Elaine thought on it, almost five years of painful silence on the subject finally broken by a tickle fight, “This was us before her. Wasn’t it? Is it wrong to think that way? If I don’t I’ll go nuts, E, I will.” she started to cry anyway and his hand raised up and stroked her cheek with strange accuracy for a man facing away from her. “I don’t wanna replace her -I just don’t wanna lose that part of us either!” she tried to explain and he hummed gently with her in understanding, “I feel like I’m atrophying without a baby in me.”

“I’ll be your baby.” he teased, but it was only to lighten her mood, not to rush her through it.

Elaine wrapped her limbs around the lanky length of him, softer this year than he’d ever been, and rocked him back and forth sideways, like his own personal hammock, the warmth of him soothing her like the grounding touch of God. “Ya know, this ain’t the way they’re made, takes a different sorta swayin’ for what we want.” he murmured drowsily even as he felt her heartbeat skip then pound beneath his shoulder at his words.

“Really?” Elaine whispered, her nose stuffy from crying.

“Yeah.” he cleared his own throat, “Yeah, but maybe tonight we’ll just play, hmm? Gotta make sure us two babies are alright ‘fore we make another, ain’t that right?”

There was a rural sorta wisdom to that and she pressed kisses into his sweaty hair in acknowledgment of his promise and his admittance of fragility. Their efforts of play fighting had covered him in a sheen of exertion and now laying in her arms it cooled tacky and famillair against her own, his musk potent and heady in her nostrils.

“Yeah, that’s right, we gotta take care of each other.” she agreed, and went back to swaying them both.

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