#it rubs me the wrong way how she dressed and tried to act like she was also gay in the mv. like maam those colors arnt for u

[cassyxox]

𝒞𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓇𝓎.

𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝘢 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ..𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤．

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬！, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘳！,

(𝘳！𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝟭𝟴+𝗺𝗱𝗻𝗶.

u could say u were in a very glum mood. getting all dressed up for your girlfriend to not even notice—or compliment you.

but instead here she was stuffing her face with her third—no fourth chocolate muffin..you had made them for her..well for you both.

You glanced over at her. watching the way the crumbs fell from her mouth. so messy. and she wouldn’t stop groaning.

𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱?…

just as she was reading ur mind. mumbling out a small “god..” before finishing off the rest of the tasty batter.

“babe I swear..you always make the best deserts f’me—never fuckin’ miss.” she gritted. licking the chocolate off her lips. 𝗼𝗵.

offering her a small smile u nodded—“mhm..”

you couldn’t help but stare at the way her tongue flattened against her lips.

𝗴𝗼𝗱 𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿—

“babe?..” her voice pulling u out of the nasty daydream.

“yeah el?—sorry.” u spoke. hoping she didn’t sense the way u were shifting around on the small cloth.

she gazed a look down at ur wrists..watching as they hugged the cloth so tight. she could see the grass peeking through.

she brought her hand to ur thigh. slowly rubbing up and down. “what’s wrong babe?..”

u sighed lowly. not meeting her eyes.

“uhh—nothin’..”

𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁.

“(y/n)..” she squeezed ur thigh ever so gently.

“nothing el—it’s 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜..” u frowned.

how were u supposed to explain she was getting u all needy and tense just by eating a muffin.

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮.

“yea ok.” she huffed. letting go of ur thigh. reaching for the picnic basket.

“fine you don’t wanna tell me cool—I’ll just eat another muffin.”

u tensed. watching as she grabbed her fifth one?! 𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨.

“I hate you..” u quietly muttered—well u thought u did.

next thing u know u heard a plate rumble and 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙣 fumble onto the ground. a very angry ellie moving her way into ur space—𝙤𝙝.

“what’d u say?” her voice was low. 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙮. her eyes a dark fade. glaring into ur closed ones.

“huh?—open ur eyes and look at me” your eyes widened. only because her voice sounded so stern?—no.

“see?..wasn’t so hard was it?” u gulped. shaking ur head. ur panties felt too tight..𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

her ragged hands reached ur face gripping ur cheeks tightly.

“now u wanna tell me why ur acting like a baby—hm?..”

“I’m not..” u mutter. playing with the bracelet on ur wrist.

𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚’𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙘.

“not what?” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜.

“not being a baby..your one to talk tho—you’ve been teasing me since we got here ellie.” u admitted.

u watched as a little smirk came upon her face.

pushing her hands away. “it’s not funny at all..”

𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 ���𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙬𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙥. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙬𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

she was in mere thought before she spoke. a small shrug appearing.

“not my fault u can’t control yourself around me when i eat.” u froze.

𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚? 𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩..

“ellie it’s literally all ur fault…my panties are so wet just from watching you eat a—fuckin’ muffin..”

she tried to hold in her laughter from ur weird confession. attempting to get ahold of herself. 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮?

“..you done?” u paused waiting on her response. she glanced at you again. not even two seconds later a startled laughter filled the air.

“ugh—el s’not that funny!…seriously” u whined. pushing her back onto the soft cloth. she had grabbed ur arms pulling u with her.

letting out a small “𝙢𝙥𝙝..” landing right on her chest.—𝙤𝙝.

pushing urself up. u were met with a cheesy faced ellie. her hands came up to grip the back of ur leg under ur shorts.

“well isn’t this a sight..” she squeezed the fat. 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢. “—mhm..” u softly groan.

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.

Ellie was just teasing u even more. she didn’t move an inch. except for her 𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙮 hand. reaching up under ur shorts to feel the outline of ur cunt—through ur 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨.

“ellie..” u whined. gaining her attention. “hm?” her fingers now rested on ur behind.

“want more please” u pleaded with her. the way she wasn’t even touching on ur cunt anymore. but she still had u 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 was insane.

𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩.

“yea?..my baby wants s’more?” she spoke. ghosting her fingers 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 over ur outlined cunt.

u nodded letting out a small—“𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚.“

she leaned up. ur weight being pushed into her lower lap. “lay back for me—and take ur panties off.”

u swiftly turned over getting ready to pull ur shorts down—“ellie what if somebody see’s us?” she smirked. pulling ur shorts the rest of the way down ur ankles. “let them.”

𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠.

she had u on ur 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 now. thighs parted as her fingers were abusing ur cunt so good. u had 𝙘𝙪𝙢 2 times already..𝙜𝙤𝙨𝙝.

pulling her fingers out she had took notice of ur wet slickness glistening with a little 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚— glow. “such a pretty sight—your so pretty.” she rubbed at ur folds wetting them up even more. “god just…look at it—it’s so greedy for me..look.” she gripped ur neck with her unattended hand. pulling u up to make u watch as she rubbed her fingers through ur folds. letting out a low chuckle as her fingers accidentally slipped back inside u from how wet you were. “so wet I love it..”

u were a moaning mess. and a nervous wreck. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙚! anybody could walk by seeing the image of Ellie’s hand 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 between ur upper thighs. 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜.

“wish I had my strap on me..𝙝𝙢 ur so lucky.” she growled. “I need to actually tear this perfect cunt apart” u whimpered from her words. gripping her wrist. “el—please put them back in me..”

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙗𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨..𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚.

“keep ur eyes on me—wanna see when I..” she paused with a falter. as she buried her middle and ring finger back inside you.

“oh my—el!” u were humping into her hand. the pace of her fingers adding to ur despair.

“yea?..feels s’good?” she hummed. ur warm walls making a mess around her. 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

“god—𝙢𝙥𝙝 ‘think i can feel ur little cunt breaking my fingers..”

𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨.

“she’s so greedy” u heard her chuckle. “wish I could put a baby in you—I swear to god.” a low whine left ur lips. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪..𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧.

“els—𝙖𝙝𝙝𝙝” she pushed her hand down on ur stomach. “yea..would be right here.” she mentioned with a slight push of ur belly. the feeling made u clench roughly around her.

“please..𝙢𝙢..-wanna have ur baby s’bad..” crying out. u squeezed ur thighs around ellie’s wrist.

u were so into the feeling not even noticing ellie humping the fuckin’ ground. her jeans getting covered in the moss from the dark grass. her boxers were damp. so wet with her slick.

“yea gonna get you pregnant babe..”

“wanna 𝙘𝙪𝙢 inside you so bad..” she kept muttering lowly. voicing her desperation to 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 you.

she was close. u were close.

“ellie it’s coming again—𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠—𝙣𝙜𝙝..”

𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖.

she reached over into the basket full of snacks. pulling out the box of cherries from earlier.

“don’t let go yet..” she warned. pulling her fingers out. a yearning ache filled you.

“ellie what are you—“ “-open ur mouth.”

you were confused. why does she have a cherry in her hand? 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙, opening ur mouth.

“chew it you better not swallow it.”

“but els..” she narrowed her brows. causing u to silence urself. “good girl.” she put the cherry inside ur mouth. her fingers rested on ur tongue for a couple seconds. u bit down on the tasty fruit. the juice swallowed down by your throat.

u let out a soft hum at the taste.

“yummy right?” u looked up at ellie. her gaze connected to ur lips. watching the way they moved as u chewed on the sweet cherry.

you nodded. Ellie’s hands spread ur legs open once more. being met with ur inner thighs covered in slick..you looked away. dripping in arousal.

“so sweet baby..I bet it tastes better than you..” she muttered bringing her thumb to rub at ur cunt softly. watching as she leaned into you.

“I wanna kiss.” she gripped the back of ur neck. squeezing rather roughly. her other hand sliding her way down 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. u gasped. giving ellie a view of the half bitten cherry. “thought u swallowed it—𝙝𝙖𝙖..” u shook ur head. “wanna be a good girl..”

“yea?” “mhm.”

in mere seconds her lips were on ur’s. it felt like heaven. the taste of ellie and the cherry inside ur mouth made ur eyes roll back. and the way ellie’s fingers were 𝙣𝙤𝙬 —digging in ur cunt.

𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.

u relished in the kiss. not wanting ellie to pull away but she did. “fuck—𝙪𝙝𝙝𝙝..that is sweet..might be sweeter than you.” she bit out. licking at her lower lip.

u shook ur head. the chewy fruit still nessled behind ur lips.

“oh?..you don’t think so?—“ “-I’m sweeter..” u mumbled. desperately trying to catch the rhythm of ellie’s fingers but she was going so 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝. 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.

“hm—well maybe we should put it to the test..bend over for me.”

[babydollmarauders]

KIDS — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.” & “That was kind of hot.” & “How is my wife more badass than me?” with Jack.

warnings: toxic mother (readers mom), profanity

as a mom, one of my biggest pet peeves is when someone else tries to parent my children. it happens most often with my own mother. she and i never had a great relationship, and i thought it may get better now that i have my own kids, but i was wrong, it’s only gotten worse.

she makes passive aggressive comments about Jack and i’s parenting choices, tries to undermine my decisions, and has even completely disregarded my words completely. but the real cherry on top is what’s happening right now.

Jack just got back from a roadie, and he was spending time with the kids when my mom showed up at our house. when i asked her what she was doing here, she said that she ‘thought i might need some help with the kids while Jack slept’. which rubbed me the wrong way because first of all, she knows he always sleeps on the plane so that he can play with Eli and Luella when he gets home; and second of all, she acts as if i don’t take care of my children all on my own the entire time he’s traveling.

“mom, what the hell?” i stage whisper, standing across from her in the kitchen. i glance out the kitchen doorway towards the living room, where Jack lays on the floor on his stomach, between our four year old and two year old, coloring with them. “you know full well that we’re perfectly fine.”

“well, i just wasn’t sure. you know, he spends so little time with them already, and he just got back from a long trip, i figured he would be tired. so i came over to take care of them so he could sleep.” she feigns innocence, raising her hands up in mock surrender.

“do you realize how bad he already feels about being away from them? he does the best that he can in order to spend as much time with them as possible, and you coming here, just assuming that he’d be giving up any time he has with them, is rude and disrespectful.” i tell her.

“well now that i’m here, i’d like to spend some time with my grandchildren.” she says.

“fine. whatever.” i storm out of the kitchen, and Jack’s head pops up when i walk back into the living room. his eyebrows raise at the sight of my irritated expression and i shake my head to tell him that i don’t wanna talk about it. his attention is pulled away when Eli calls for him, telling him to look at his drawing, and Jack praises our son’s art skills.

my mother follows me into the living room, and Luella stands to come show me her picture.

“look! mommy!” i crouch down, looking at her page of multicolored scribbles.

“it’s amazing, Lu! you did such a good job!” i tell her, my smile wide as i clap for her. she giggles and turns to show her grandmother the drawing, but my mom pays no attention to the art.

“oh, Luella.” my mother scolds. “look at your pretty dress, it’s all covered in popsicle. you have got to be more careful. and you shouldn’t have been eating a popsicle this early in the day.”

i roll my eyes. she can’t even help criticizing a two year old.

“she wanted one after lunch, and she did a good job with her food, so we gave her one, mom.” i tell her, my tone hostile.

“you need to stop giving them so much sugar.” she replies. “no wonder they have trouble listening. all that sugar and barely any adult supervision”

“they’re not your kids, back the fuck off.” i say lowly through a passive aggressive smile. “they have trouble listening sometimes because they’re children. and they have plenty of adult supervision.”

“i’m just trying to help you, y/n. lord knows you could use it.” she huffs. my eyes go wide as i look at Jack to see if he heard that, and i know he did because the muscle in his jaw ticks from clenching it. but i know he won’t say anything because he doesn’t want to offend his mother-in-law.

“Jack.” my words are sweet, but venom drips from my voice, and i square my shoulders to prepare for an argument. “can you please take Luella to get changed? and take Eli with you.”

my husband jumps up at my words, corralling our kids into Lu’s room.

“what the fuck is your problem?” my tone is harsh as i attempt to keep my voice down. “those are my children. if i needed your help, i would ask for it. i’m sick and tired of you coming over here and making comments about our parenting or judging my husband for how he takes care of our family. Jack loves his job. he loves hockey. and yes, he has to leave sometimes, for a week at most, but he is the best father to our children.”

“y/n-” she starts.

“no! i’m not done. if you want to continue to be a part of their lives, you’re going to stop with the passive aggressive comments. you’re going to quit undermining our authority. and for the love of god, you are going to stop criticizing my children! you already fucked up my childhood and i will not let you ruin theirs.” i’m nearly yelling at this point, my anger reaching new levels. “do i make myself clear?”

my mother huffs, eyeing me up and down before nodding.

“good. now i’d like for you to leave. i would like to spend time with my children, whom i love very much, and their amazing and selfless father.” i tell her. my mom spins around, stalking towards the front door and i don’t move until i hear the door shut. it’s then that i finally let my shoulders slump, heaving out a deep sigh.

Jack steps out of the kids room, the children trailing after him as he makes his way over to me. his hands grip my waist as he pulls me against him, a smirk gracing his lips.

“that was kind of hot. like, seriously, how is my wife more badass than me?” he leans down, pulling me in for a kiss. his lips are soft and taste like the grape popsicle he shared with Luella earlier. “you did great, baby.”

“you think so? i wasn’t too harsh?” i ask, tears stinging my eyes.

“no. you said what needed to be said. i’m so proud of you for standing up to her.” he mutters against my lips.

“thank you, babe.”

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[tomssexdoll]

hi baba gril

so we are like tom's gf and he takes us out for a night of clubbing and we get a lil too drunk, and he has to take us home, and take care of us

hmu if more deets are needed 🤯

YESSSSSS BBY GIRL ILYSM

Never listen to me

PAIRINGS: Tom 2012 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Tom takes y/n out for a night of clubbing but she gets way too drunk and he has to take her home, despite her refusals, and take care of her. A/N: ily alaiah WARNINGS: drinking, being drunk, vomiting

Tom groaned, "are you ready yet? it's been like an hour how do you take SO long" he came up behind me, kissing my head softly and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Just wait liebe, girls take longer to get dressed, all you have to do is put an outfit on and you're done" I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Fineee" he crossed his arms and pouted like a child, "stop acting like a child Tom you can wait a bit longer" I chuckled, he smirked back "whatever."

As I finished getting ready Tom let out a sigh of relief, grabbing my hand and leading me to the car. We drove to the club and once we got there, stared at all the drunken bodies out the front either fighting or kissing. "Oh god.." I fake gagged, he chuckled and we got out of the car, entering the club.

The booming music was just what I needed, I held onto Toms hand as we got to the bar, I ordered 5 rounds of shots of tequila for myself, Tom looking at me worried "are you sure you'll be able to handle ALL of that? You know how strong the tequila in this club is.." he placed a hand on my thigh, rubbing the skin softly. "Yeah yeah, I'll be fine, it's just tequila what could go wrong?"

After 2 hours and 7 shots, 4 cocktails and 1 beer I was hammered, I was so drunk that my vision was super blurry, I could barely even walk. I had lost Tom an hour ago and was just ordering drinks and dancing on the dance floor, having the time of my life.

I was dancing when I stumbled and fell on the floor, groaning as I hit my head "fuckk..." rubbing the wound slightly. I tried to get up but it miserably failed, leaving me on the floor once again. I looked up, everyone was dancing, their sweaty, horny bodies pressed up against one another, the song blasting at severley high volumes. I covered my ears, the music piercing my ears. "Why is it so fucking loud.." I said to myself.

"Oh my god Y/N!" I heard in the distance, I saw Toms panicked face, rushing over to me and picking me up from the floor, brushing the hair from my face. "Where the hell were you?! I was looking for you for ages!" he panted, relief washing over his eyes.

"I don't knowww..been partying.." I slurred my words and he groaned softly, "cmon we're going home, you're way to drunk to be here" he grabbed my arm but I pulled away, "nooo!" I whined. He rubbed his temples in frustration "verdammte hölle" he muttered under his breath.

"Cmon, I said we're going home" he again pulled on my arm to no avail. "Alright, you give me no choice then" he grabbed me by my waist and slung me over his shoulder, making me unable to fight back physically, all I could do is use my words. "Tom nooo! I'm having fun!" I cried out, kicking my legs against his chest.

He stopped me with a harsh smack to my ass "I said we are going home, I'm not going to repeat myself" he said sternly. "Fine.." I sighed dramatically.

As we got home he carried me in, plopping me onto the bed "wanna go clubbing so bad...you ruined it..." I groaned, tossing and turning on the bed. "Too bad, you should've drunk less" he sighed, sitting me up.

I felt something come up my throat, a weird pressure, realising it was vomit, before it could reach my mouth I blurted out "gonna throw up!" Toms eyes widened and he ran to the bathroom, getting a bucket and holding it under my mouth.

I let go of my mouth and threw up in the bucket. It went on for 10 minutes straight, non stop vomit. I coughed a bit as it stopped, Tom picking me up and bringing me to the bathroom to wash my mouth out.

"You never listen to what I say hm?" he chuckled, kissing the top of my head. He grabbed a hair tie and brushed my hair slowly, pulling it into a ponytail, away from my face.

I started to sob uncontrollably "im so sorry Tom.." clinging onto his arm and nuzzling my face into his neck. "For what honey?" he smirked, "not listening..im sorry" I continued to sob, him kissing me softly to ease my worries "it's fine baby, I know you waned to have fun and I guess you did" he chuckled, pulling me into his lap and rubbing my back gently. "Shh..stop crying baby it's ok.." he whispered in my ear, my tears staining his t shirt.

Eventually my cries came to an end, I stayed on his lap, holding onto him tightly "so warm and cuddly.." I muttered out, my eyes half shut.

He laughed softly, "cmon baby let's get you into bed, you need some sleep" I whined "noo..wanna stay with you.." he smiled "you will be with me, I'll be right beside you ok?" he stroked my hair lovingly, I nodded and got into bed, Tom following behind me as promised, holding me close.

"Goodnight prinzessin, I love you so much" he kissed my neck softly, stroking my hair to help me fall asleep.

[mrswolffs-blog]

Fernando Alonso x Black!Caribbean!Reader

Today was a day that Fernando was the most pissed. Why you may ask? This morning he woke up to find his wife doubled over in the kitchen by the stove, in pain as she had just went into labor. He was really excited to as he called his boss to have the reserve driver fill in for him as he wanted to stay home with his wife- they planned to do a home birth. Long story short, the so called reserve driver was all the way in Mexico, on vacation while the race was supposed to take place in an hour, in Jeddah as it was the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. How was he gonna break this news to his wife? No idea.

Walking back into the bedroom where his wife was currently recovering from a small contraction, Y/n held her arms out in which Fernando pulled her into a comforting hug while rubbing her back, he sighed. "Mi amor, I'm gonna have to go in for work because the reserve driver is out of reach." he spoke into her hair softly. Y/n knew that something like this would have happened, so she had already weighed her options. Due to how soft and far apart her contractions were, she knew that she'd be able to survive until at least the last few minutes of the race if not the entirety.

"Help me get dressed, please?" Y/n asked her husband who looked at her in confusion. "why do you wanna get dressed? you should be getting in the tub" Fernando asked as his wife slowly got up with his help moving towards the closet. "I'm coming with you." she said and Fernando immediately became even more angry. "No, I won't have you leave the house in this condition. If so be the case, then I just won't go to work today!" he said in frustration at the fact that he knew he was fighting a losing battle with his was who was already dressed and was sliding into her slippers. "I will be able to survive until the end of the race then we'll leave." Y/n explained as she dragged her stubborn husband out of the house and into the car.

The whole drive, Fernando complained that she should allow him to drop her off at his mother's hotel so that she would at least have someone with her incase of any emergencies, yet Y/n countered by saying that there were medical assistance on track so she would be fine in the garage. Upon arrival, Fernando did not allow his wife to walk as he lifted her out of the car, carrying her in his arms through the paddock. Paparazzi got footage of this act and it immediately spread like wildfire as fans were also capturing the moment with their devices.

Fernando made his way to the garage, setting his wife down in a cushioned chair, elevating her legs as his tea principal, Lawrence Stroll, continuously apologised for the unpreparedness. "Just so you know, immediately after the race, I'll be leaving; the fine that will be issue to my name should be paid by you!" Fernando ordered to which the man accepted.

Throughout the whole race, Y/n prayed through contraction, begging God to wait until after her husband's race was finished so that he would be able to witness the birth of their first child. With every contraction and weird feeling in her cervix, tears pooled into her eyes as she tried to find some way to make her baby stay inside of her for a little longer.

The race has finally come to an end and Fernando immediately made his way out of the car, marching with heavy steps towards the garage to retrieve his wife, when a male journalist blocked his path. "Hi Fernando, I must say you drove exceptionally well today on the track, however I would like to ask just one quick question. Earlier, you seemed to be in a hurry from being late to work while carry your wife. May I ask what's wrong?" The journalist asked, obviously not paying attention to the stone cold look that stamped itself to Fernando's face.

Taking a deep breath and refraining from pushing the man in front of him he answered "What's wrong is the fact that I had to come into work while my wife is in labor and now you're blocking my fucking way from getting her back home where my child can be safely delivered in a clean environment!!!" Fernando barked at the man who jumped out of the way, scared for his life as Fernando stomped pass him and into the Aston Martin garage. There he found his wife whimpering in pain and holding onto Lawrence hand for dear life.

Fernando shotted his boss a look before lifting his wife back through the garage to the car as he ran around to the diver's side, speeding off to his house. Quickly getting out and opening the front door, Fernando came back to lift his wife into the house. "Oh my God, I feel like I'm stretching more. It hurts" Y/n cried to her husband as he paced her into the pool in their bedroom, warm water filling it at the same time. "I know querida, you'll pull through it. Can you tell me where you you feel him?" he asked as he applied pressure to her lower back. "I feel him coming down through my canal. He's right at the opening!!" Y/n wailed as she squeezed her partner's hand while bearing down and pushing.

Fernando had been very strong throughout the process of his wife giving birth, yet the moment his son fell into his hands under the water and came up with a healthy cry, the tears started to run like a waterfall. Sobs broke out as he held his very first child to his chest, still in disbelief that he actually made a baby. Y/n's crying had calmed as she leaned into her husband's side, she said. "I guess he just wanted to scare us,he actually waited" as she brushed over his amniotic fluid covered hair. "Well, at least we know that he'll listen whenever we speak." Fernando responded making them laugh. The couple spent the rest of their evening glowing in joy as they dotted on their new addition, with Fernando being grateful for finally having the one thing he wished for.

[prettygirl-gabi]

What could go good?

Rating: Mature

Warning: oral (f reseving & giving), fingerings, unprotected sex, creampies, smutty- fluff (at the end), breeding, hair pulling, 4 some, slight name calling, i think there's more but i haveth no clue what im missing, MDNI!!!

Category:F/M/M/M

Fandom: Obx (outer banks netflix)

Relationships: Rafe x reader x jj x pope

Not proof read... ...

It had been a long day on the island, from work 2 double shifts on the cut and figure 8 but needless to say I was tired. 

Pulling up at the Chateau and ready to fight anyone who dared to ruined my plans to sleep. "Hi boys, where's kie?" The first to stop his tomfoolery was JJ, "Oh she'd handling shit at home, I think it's her mom's birthday or some shit like that." I nod as I head to John B's room to shower, only for him to run in front of me. "No entrada sweetheart. I need the hot water so I can get ready for my date with Sarah." 

"No, JB please oh pretty please I've worked for like 48 hours straight; please just let me take a shower please I need this." He sighed "I know, but if we're gonna get the gold you gotta let me be my best looking for dinner with her family tonight." I punched his arm "You asshole, J can we go to your place or is your pops home?" JJ gave me that sad smile before shaking his head telling me everything I needed to know. 

"Ohhhh sweet loving Beautiful, handsome-" I was cut off by Pope. "C'mon plus my mom hasn't seen you, and as she stated if she doesn't lay eyes on you soon she's sending out a man hunt." I squeal in happiness, "Yesss we'll be back you asshats." I quickly snatch my keys and give them to Pope.

After a well needed shower some of Momma Havyward's cooking and Pope's clean clothes we headed back to the Chateau for my well deserved sleep. "Oh pops asked me to drop some stuff off at the Cameron's." Laying in the passenger seat I just nodded my head and close my eyes. 

I had woke up to the sound ot tapping on my window. With annoyance on my face I rolled it down. "What can I do for you in this fine day Rafe?" He smirks at me "Well well well few of my friends besides Topper are throwing a party, and we'll here's a special invite for you to come." I look for a sign that he is telling a lie. "Oh Rafey you know the only way I'd come is if yhe crew can too, but that's not all you are here for is it."

 "No, no it's not Y/n, I wanna take you out a day before the party on Friday night, just one date." Smirking at him I rolled my window up, but only for him to keep tapping. "Please I'll promise to act like a good boy the whole time." He begged at me with hopefull eyes. "Fine one date Rafe, anything goes wrong I'm leaving." He rubbed my cheek "Don't worry I'll treat you like the most perfect princess ever."

Before he could try anything else, Pope came back and was ready to go. "Yo everything good here?" He asked as he got back in the car. "Yeah everything goods here we can go home." I say as I roll my window up. "Are you gonna tell me what that was because it looked like some weird shit was going down." I shook my head nothing, its fine lets go home cause I'm tired."

As the week progressed I got more and more worried about this date, but it was to late to back out. The girls were helping me get ready for this date. "I swear Y/n if he tries any thing I will kill him with my bare hands." Sarah said with a serious look on her face. "Oki I believe you." We, mainly the boys thought I should get ready at the Chateau so they can help me with my outfits. Hell JJ was on his knees begging fore me to cancel my date with Rafe, so was Pope; however tonight they are more quite then two common house rats. 

Every single dress, shirt, skirt, hell even shoes were not up to their standards. It was now an hour before and I have not one decent outfit, cause of those two. "Fuck it JJ, Pope outside now!" I stormed out with them both hot on my tail. "Y/n slow, fuck slow down." "How does she have the shortest legs out of all of us and walk so fuckin fast." Pope says as they are trying to keep up with me. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO, YOU BOTH KEEP FUCKING UP ME GETTING READY!" I yelled as I stopped and turn to them. "Its just that we don't think you should go out with him Y/n, like seriously, he's a kook and a Cameron not to mention!" JJ exclaimed while Pope was trying to catch his breath. "Oh really, so Rafe is bad news but Sarah whos also a kook and a Cameron isn't bad news for the crew. Fuck this I'm going home and getting ready there you hypocrites!" I say as I stormed off to my house and finish getting ready by myself.

Rafe came and got me at 8 sharp and treated me like the most perfect princess ever. "So, do you want dessert or do you wanna go to part two of your date?" He asked as I finished my second glass of Stella wine. "Is it possible to get dessert to go?" I ask with a soft smile on my face. "Sure thing pretty girl. Get whatever your little heart wants.

Once we got to the open field with a cute almost drive in movie set up. "I, how did you know." He got out and opened the door for me. "I may or may not have asked Sarah for help." I reached on my tippie toes and kissed his cheek thanks for this really.

Rafe pulled my body close to his and kissed me deeply before making his way to my lower neck. I moan lightly and manage to get out "Rafe I." He rubs his thumbs over my hip bones. "Is that...this something that you want, we don't have to do anything but watch the movie I promised to be a good boy and treat you like the most perfect princess." I rest my head on his chest pondering in thought. "Rafe I've never had sex before." I say shyly

I feel his hands slide up and down my arms "I can change that if you let me." I look at him with gentle eyes and nod my head. "To be fair I didn't plan for us to have any sexual activities so I'm just gonna treat you and worry about me another time." He says as he leads me to the cute tent he had setup for us to watch the movie in. He begins to leave love bites on my neck "your mine for tonight" I whimper,as he lays me bll down and unzips my skirt. "I've been wanting a taste of you ever since you walked out your front door" Rafe slides the skirt down along with my underwear. I jumped slightly at the cold air hitting my freshly shaved, now wet and needy pussy. He pushes a finger inside and I moan "Can I add another one?" He asked with pleading eyes I nod my head "Y-y-yes give me more." Rafe hoverd over me but looks down as he pushes another one inside. Once he had set a good steady pace I moan out and squealed as the pleasure was buliding up "fuck don't stop, harder please Rafey" he removes his fingers, licking them clean and I whimper at the loss of contact.

I was about to protest but he connects his mouth with my pussy "fuck" he giggles and it sends vibrations through my entire body."You like that baby?" I nod my head and push his head down further "uhhhh I'm almost there, oh Rafey." My legs begin to shake and I cry out but he continues, letting me ride out my orgasm. 

Once I come down from my high he starts the princess and the frog while tending to my needs. "I hope that was everything you wanted." He says before laying next to me til we both fell asleep. The next morning he took to my house to get ready for work and waited on me as well.

"So how was your date?" Kie asked as we bussted tables til the boys came in. "It was like so perfect, Kie." JJ grabbed a fry from my plate and aimed for it to go in my shirt "So future kook princess are you going to the party?" "Yes, JJ I am and so is everyone else." I say as squirt ketchup om his nose. "And never call me that again." He wiped his nose on my cheek. "Sure thing lil lady." 

We burst out laughing before I gave him the rest of my food. "Soooo Y/n looks like we'll be in-laws." John B steals a fry off the plate I once had. "We've not discussed if we were officially official yet." "Yeah, probably in a new girl already." Pope says out of poket "Whoah bro what the actual fuck" Jj and Kie smack him at the same time. "I'm sorry but he's a kook and I stand on and behind not liking him."

Over the next few months Rafe would come hang out with the pouges and I at the beach and even a few parties at the Chateau. Just like tonight there was a party at the Chateau it had been like maybe 2 hours into the party when some grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into a deep kiss. I turn around to see who it is but they kiss me before I can say anything else. I moan into the kiss only to be yanked into the familiar arms of my boyfriend Rafe. "Bro what the hell, dude shes with me!" Rafe yelled at the person who kissed me. "Well obviously she liked it." I gasp once I heard those words come out of Pope's mouth. Pulling myself from Rafe's arm leaving to gind JJ and everyone else just incase a fight broke out between Rafe and Pope. 

I found JJ first "J, we hey J I need to to help-" before I could say me we could hear people yelling about a fight. JJ and I took off to see Kie, Topper and a random trying to break them apart. "She's mine you pouge get that through your head!" Rafe yelled throwing a punch to Pope's nose. I pushed my way through the crowd with JJ's tight in mine. "Guys plese stop this" I begged and pleaded as i went to break them up only to get hit on the cheek by Rafes elbows. 

"Alright party's over everyone out right now!" JJ yelled coice laced with venom. Within 10 mins everyone was cleared out. Kie went to find JB and Sarah, leaving me with JJ, powp and Rafe. "Alright wanna tell me what the fuck was that Pope." Jj asked getting me some fozen peas fir ny face. "You idiots could have seriously gitten hurt and if im the one tmdoing the parenti g we've hut rock bottom. "Look j, pope kiss Y/n, my girl I felt that evey lick he got from me was well deserved." Rafe sighed before holding his head down. "Look I'm- I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." Pope said before storming out.

Well that was weeks ago I've done my best to avoid everyone including Rafe. "Aye, Y/n we gotta talk." Kie says as she pulls me in The Wreck right before my shift stared. "What Kie, I just wanna do my shift and go home." Ju

"Just, just listen to me. We miss you jj and JB have been giving Pope hell, please just comeback." She begged. "Kie things are weird its nit like how when jb kissed you." I say as I start start working my shift.  

"Table for 3 please." I hear out of Pope's mouth to see JJ and Rafe right behind him. "Get Kie to set you 3." "Yo Kie Y/n is ending her shift lil early and I'll you 500 on the spot." Rafe stated handing her 500 dollars on table and lead me his range rover with the other 2 following close behind. "What, whats happening?" I stop and turn to the three boys staring me down. "We are gonna talk and discuss some things sweetheart, that's all." JJ says in a soft tone, "Now get in princess, please." I get in the car first with the 3 boys right behind me. Rafe put his hand on my thigh. "Everything's good I promise." Rafe state as he pull into his drive way. 

"We just, God fuck ok so... all 3 of us like you in a romantic way." JJ says grabbing at his har as we sit of the front porch. "Yea and we couldn't have a conversation without you, that is until Pope here suggested we share you romantically that is." "Wait please explain." I say look between all 3 boys. "Pope sits up ready to explain. "We fuck, we love you and we put up with each other and we all love you like the beautiful queen you are." I stil there in shock. "So what, what do you think?" Rafe asked with an eager look on his face. "No, no fighting over me, we communicate and I say when things get to much for me, yea." I say nodding my head.

After our I long talk we ended up in One of the guest rooms. The one thing we cabt decided on is who gets to taste this sweet pussy of yours first." Rafe said with an evil smirk on his face. I roll my eyes "bullshit and you kno who's first." Rafe stops smirking and turns to me with his hand around my neck pullingbmy close to his face. "Eatch your mouth princess" I glare at him "I can say whatever I fucking want to say because you're not my dad soooo."

He turns to JJ "You wanna handle this?" JJ walks and stands in from onto me "That's no problem." He stalks up to me even more "Watch your mouth, lil lady. " I roll my eyes "make me!" he chuckles "I have many ways to make you but I'll say it for the last time watch your fucking mouth." I cross my arms with a smirk on my face. "And I said make me." he smirks "Oh I will don't worry." He grips my waist "I'll fuck those manners out of you if I have to" I laugh "yeah rig-" he cuts me off by kissing me intensely. 

I moan "mmm" he pushes my skirt up and connects his mouth with my thighs before he uses two of his fingers amd slowly slide them in my pussy "Oh my goddd." He chuckles and it sends vibrations to my pussy "Yesss" I push his head down and I squeal "fuck J" he smacks my thigh "Watch your mouth." He pushes his two fingers inside of me fast and I cry out "I'm gonna cum" he immediately backs away and before I can protest Pope walks up with a weird looking vibrator."This is a magic wand and it's works wonders but for you it's gonna make you cum over and over again until you can't take it anymore, until you learn your manners."

 I begin to back in to the top of the bed but I feel arms wrap around me and I see strands of blonde hair "I thought we went over the rules already, hmm?" I roll my eyes and I feel a stinging sensation on my ass "Don’t try me babygirl, I'll do way worse then that vibrator." I get lifted to end up skin tio skim with Rafe as he holds me in his lap with my legs spread wide. "Go ahead Pope, she's not going anywhere" Pope chuckles "Should I turn it all the way" JJ looks down at me "Should he put it on it's highest setting, lil lady?" I open my mouth to answer but it's replaced with a moan "holy shit" Rafe yanks on my hair "Watch that mouth of yours princess." The vibrations become more intense within every minute or so, I squeeze my eyes shut and orgasm. "You can cut it off I'll take it from here" JJ and pope leave the bed room and Rafe smiles at me "You look really beautiful princess, by the time we're done with you your gonna be a fucking mess...a moaning non speaking mess." He climbs on top of me "Are you ready for me to do this?" I nod my head "Yes Rafey" he chuckles "Okay." 

He thrusts into me leaving me no time to adjust to his size "Yess babe right there" he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes lightly. I wrap my legs around him "Please go harder" he slows down "Bad girls don't get rewarded" I pout and he leans down to kiss me then he bites my bottom lip. pHe begins to rub my clit and the pleasure becomes intense "you gonna follow your rules princess" I nod my head "yes" he smacks my inner thigh "Yes what, princess? " I moan "yes daddy." He begins to thrust into me at speeds unknown "you gonna be my good little girl hmm?" I nod my head "Yesss yesss I promise." He moans "Fuck your so tight." I run my nails down his back leaving marks "I'm gonna" I make noises that I didn't know I could even make then I blank out.

I thought we were done until JJ and Pope came back fully naked and noticeable hard."Look at her," Pope laughed mockingly from where he was standing. "Pope I got her pussy, you take her mouth." Pope walked closer to me with my mouth wide open, thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth, both of his hands in my hair. "She loves taking our dicks so much, J. Insatiable little thing."

 I heard Rafe give a small chuckle of his own from behind me, still holding me like a rag doll. JJ thrusts his hips faster while Rafe took the vibrator and put it on my clit with the highest setting. At some point Rafe ended up being in me as well with his own cock thrust in and out of my pussy at a faster speed. Causing me to jerk forwards and gag a little on Pope's dick, making all 3 men laugh. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment, but, ultimately, I'm enjoying myself. "She's so fucking wet, boys" Rafe cooed, smoothing his fingers across my nipples, causing JJ grasping her hips to slam her harder back into him. "She's making a mess. Drenching me and the bed."

 "Stupid slut," Pope spat, taking his cock out of my mouth and running it across my swollen lips. He smacked it lightly across my faces, smearing my own spit around my delicate skin. "Gets wet over being used by her three boyfriends." "Mhm, please," I manage to mutter. 

 "What do you want, our sweet girl ?" Pope hissed as jerked himself to the way JJ and Rafe were fucking into me "Want your cock, Pope." I whimper out andfeel their non stop thrust speed up more. "Good girl, baby" Rafe murmured and squeezed your cheeks with his strong fingers so you pouted, then he dug a little deeper and caused a pain that made your mouth fall open, your tongue sticking out for him. "Take it like a good slut, Y/n."

 I accepted Pope's cock back into my mouth, loving the heavy weight of it on my tongue whilst Rafe kept rammed into me from behind. I felt JJ cave a little over me to press kisses at my neck, causing me to shiver from the chain dangling from his neck.

 Rafe took the chain in his hand lightly and pulled JJ into a kiss over my head. Some how JJ managed to slam into me harder now, the wet sounds filling the house and making me blush. Their large cocks were hitting spaces that I didn't even realise existed and I whined around Pope's dick who laughed as he had the look of amusement across his face as if he weren't being sucked off. "Pretty little slut," Rafe growled and then his fingers drifted to my clit. "You wanna cum? Gotta make us cum first, bunny." 

JJ stopped being over you, proceeding to slam mercilessly inside of me. "Look at her tits bounce," Pope mentioned, "So fucking hot." "Mm," Rafe murmured, "I have a good view of them from back here. So nice and round." "Could use her all day," JJ agreed, "These pretty little lips are amazing." 

"Once we've came, you should try her back here, she so fucking thick and so good." Rafe said, and I whimpered at the degrading comments they were sharing, as if I weren't even here. "She's practically clenching around my cock with every thrust. Greedy little cock slut, in't right baby." He slapped your thigh. 

 "Hmm, maybe I should." Pope hummed and brushed some of your hair out of your face to look down at you, your eyes meeting. "Our greedy little cock slut, Y/n." I whimper as the three of them came in my used holes. I was woren out but some how still wanted and craved for more. "Oh, baby all I have to do is just slide in, fuck so wet and tight for us." Pope say as he slowly slides his dick into my used cunt with me now on all fours.

"Mmm s'big can't take more." I whine out. "Aww c'mon baby take Pope's dick like you took mine, and Rafe's." JJ says as he gently shoves his cock in your mouth. He hears my whimper. smiles and licks his lips. “Pretty, so fucking pretty."

“So good,” Pope groaned as he continue to move in and out of my still full cunt, rolling his hips against mines and working his cock in me. “Fuck yes,” I breathed, and Pope somehow gathered my wrists in one hand, pinning them behind my back. Pope's fingers with his other tightened on my hips, and I watched J's face, contorted in pleasure, mouth open as I sucked his dick like it was my last.

“You look so good making her come,” Rafe managed to murmured, “so fucking hot,” I started feeling that familiar tightness in my cunt as I clench around Popes's dick. “I’m not going to last,” Pope choked out, Wooyoung gripping your head and taking his dick out of your mouth only to thrust it back in faster while, Rafe spoke up. “Let me help,” he reached under me to rub firm and frantic circles against my clit, causing me too arch suddenly in response, with my body trembling.

Pope clung to you, biting out a curse as he started to come, the combination of his frantic thrusts and Rafe's fingers pushing you over the edge again. With your wrists pinned and your hips held in place, I struggled against the three of them as they held me down to ride out my orgasm. Only for JJ to come all over your tits. "Are you okay baby?" I nod my head "Yes I feel fine, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom." As soon as my feet touch the ground I fall but I catch myself on the bed. I look at the three of them "your a fucking incubus or something, I can't even walk" Pope chuckles "I'll carry you." 

They all made their way into the bathroom to help me get cleaned up and taking care of my needs before theirs. "I... I really had fun boys. Thanks." I relax in the bath more, "You did wonderful lil lady, plus you're our girl we gotta make sure you're taken care of." JJ says causing Pope and Rafe to nod I'm agreement.

From that point on the 4 of us we inseparable and the whole island knew it too. No matter where I went one or all of the boys were with me when JB, Sahara or Kie couldn't be.

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Teach Him to Please: Mark Hoffman and Peter Strahm x AFAB reader

Warning: threesome (ish?), sharing, praise, degradation, mention of knives, p in v penetration x2, oral (f recieving), public play.

Waking up next to Mark’s big, warm hands wrapped around my body is like my coffee in the morning. Of course i need my coffee too. Mark greets me with a small squeeze to my lower stomach. He always did like the little pouch i have there even though Ive always hated it.

“Morning sweetheart”, he says in his sexy sleepy voice.

“Good morning.” I turn over and kiss him, resting my hands on his cheek. His facial hair tickles my fingers and palms.

I rest my head on the pillow next to his.

“You always look so pretty in the morning”, he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I was wondering if you wanted to come into work with me again today? You seemed to enjoy it last time.”

I smile. I recently quit my job because of the toxicity and the stress it was putting on me, so now I have more time to spend with Mark. Working and doing some filing at the station somewhat interests me and I’m working to get my resume up to par.

“That sounds great.”

After a quick shower with dress and makeup, I’m ready to go. Mark in his detective outfit that he always looks good in.

We drive down to the station, hand resting on my thigh, gently rubbing his thumb. When we arrive and come in, people wave to me. They’re beginning to recognize me with him now.

We go into his office but its not long until there’s a knock at his door. Mark lets out a huff of annoyance.

“Come in!”, he says.

A tall man with dark hair and blue eyes, around the same age as Mark peeks in the door and pulls it open. I recognize him as the man who waved and smiled at me last time.

“Hoffman, Ive been looking everywhere for you!” He’s equally annoyed as Mark.

“Peter just because your wife hasn’t had sex with you in months doesn’t mean you take our your frustration on me.”

Ouch. Even i felt that one. Peters nostrils flare and his top lip raises.

“She’s my ex wife… and you know that.” He slams the door shut behind him as he walks off.

Ive never seen Mark be… such a dick to someone before.

“Wasn’t that a little harsh? He seems nice.”, i say.

“He’s metaling. On my ass all the damn time about these Jigsaw cases. He’s getting in too deep. It’s going to get him killed.” He sits down and begins his work. I have an idea. If Mark really loves me, maybe if I befriend Peter, he’ll be nicer to him.

“Hey, Im gonna go to the bathroom really quick.” I walk down the hall, following the trail he took when he stormed off. I get to his office and he’s sitting at his desk, clearly still annoyed. I knock on the door and he perks up.

“Oh hey-,” he pauses, not knowing my name.

“Y/N,” i say.

“Y/N. Hey.”

“Im sorry about him. He doesn’t normally act like that I swear”, I apologize.

“Yeah. He’s always been like that. Not sure why. I don’t think anyone really understands him.”

Damn. If no one around here does, how can I be sure I do? There’s an awkward pause.

“Um- sorry to hear about your wife… ex-wife, sorry”, i say. That was probably rude.

He sighs. “Dont worry about it. It was probably my fault, being so involved in my work. We tried to figure it out but it just didn’t.”

This might be wrong to say. “Do you think the maybe ‘not having sex in months’ had something to do with it?”

He laughs uncomfortably. “She always rejected me when i tried. I never understood what she wanted from me you know? I just-“, he stops himself before he starts to drone on.

Now I’ve made things worse. “Maybe Mark could teach you”, i laugh.

He raises his eyebrow at me. “Us guys don’t really sit around talking about that stuff you know? Probably seems like it but-“, he looks behind me and i turn to see Mark leaned up against the frame.

“I thought you were going to the bathroom?”, he asks in that same way that he speaks when Im in trouble.

“Oh- I was on my way there and passed by Peters office”, i tell him.

He smirks and looks at the ground a moment before returning his eyes to mine.

“Bathroom is the other way princess but good try,” he clears his throat,” so what are you two talking about?”

Im scared to speak at the moment but before i can, Peter jumps in.

“She was just saying how you can be the one to teach me to please a woman”, he says quite casually. I do not feel good. Marks jaw tightens.

“Sweetheart, may i speak with you a moment, alone?”

This can’t be good. I follow him out and back into his office. He shuts the door behind us. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, tucking his tongue in the corner of his mouth.

“So what’s going on here?”, he asks.

“What do you mean?” I say nervously.

“Why are you talking to Peter about our sex life? If you want to brag that we have a great one and he has none Im all for it”, he grins.

This has got to end. “No, it’s that right there,” i point at him,” you’re so awful to him for no reason. I would think you would have some respect for a man who treats the woman you apparently love with kindness”, i tell him. And i mean it.

He ponders my statement for a moment. “No, you’re right baby. Maybe i should be nicer to him… but if he ever hurt you, i would have killed him by now.” He approaches me and kisses me gently. “You don’t want to have sex with him do you?”, he asks. That catches me off guard.

“No… I dont,” i tell him. By the way he asked it, it almost seemed like he didn’t care what I said.

“Good. No man will ever please and care for you the way I do.” I see the wheels in his head turning. “But, maybe if he could please you, i would have a little more respect for him.

What is happening right now? “What are you talking about?”, i ask.

You want me to be nicer to him right?”, he asks.

“Yes,” i say.

“And you told him that I could teach him how to please a woman, since i do it so well with you right?”, he asks.

“Yes but-“, he interrupts me.

“I saw him just like you did. He’s desperate. Hell i would be too after a while of not being able to have a release. Explains the stick he has up his ass all the time.” He pauses for a moment. I don’t know where this is going but part of me wants to know more. “Would you like to help me teach him?”

Is this really happening right now? “Do you want me to have sex with him?”

He pauses and thinks over. “Sure, why not.” He’s so possessive over me, i never in a million years would think that he would want another man to have me. Especially one he doesn’t even like.

“Are you okay?”, i ask, in my head and out loud.

“Whats wrong with it?”, he shrugs. I know youre mine, and its a one time thing unless something changes and maybe he wont be so pissy all the time. Maybe this is what i need to do to get him to trust me.”

Im at a loss for words. “So you want me to have sex with him and tell him how to please me?” I say it slow, making sure he knows what he’s really asking of me right now.

“I’ll be there in the room but yes. I trust you and I’ll step in if things go south.”

Im not sure how to respond. I mean, Peter obviously isn’t a bad looking guy. I think i could imagine how he looks under his shirt, maybe i want to see for myself. If i do this, Peter will be safe, Mark will be safe, they’ll get along hopefully, and we never have to talk about it again. I think i know what I need to do. Maybe it’ll even be good. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

He smiles and walks out of the room to Peters office. I turn and run my fingers through my hair. This is crazy right? My blood is pumping and my heart is beating out of my chest. Soon, he comes back in with Peter.

“So whats this big news you want to tell me?”, he says sarcastically.

I see and hear Mark shut and lock the door behind them.

“Well, you said you wanted to know how to please a woman,” he motions to me,” she can help you.”

Peter looks confused and I don’t blame him. They both look at me. “Is he saying what i think he’s saying?”, he asks.

I pause. “Yes.”

I think he wants to. I mean, it’s sex, it feels good and gives you a nice rush of dopamine. But i think he’s hesitant.

“Dont get me wrong, shes really pretty and nice but i thought you two had something going on?”, he asks him.

We do, but i think this will benefit the both of us,” Mark says.

Peter looks between the both of us and then the door. “Yeah, i dont think i can do that.” He goes to leave but my words fall out faster than i can think.

“I want to,” i say before he leaves. He stops and turns back around.

“Are you sure about this?”, he asks. His face is flushing. I can only imagine where the blood is flowing. I glance back and Mark and he nods.

“Believe me, Im sure”, i say. His stature over me intimidates me like Marks does. It is oddly arousing. He starts to undo his belt and i see Mark roll his eyes.

“Seriously?,” he asks.

“What is it?”, Peter asks.

“You need to make her want it. You want her begging for you before you please her.”

He’s not wrong. Peter looks at me.

“It doesn’t hurt,” i tell him.

He reaches his hands out to sit on my waist. He leans into me and presses his lips to mine. His lips are soft and delicate, his kisses gentle, not hungry like Marks. I kiss him harder to speed up his pace, he follows for a moment, but once i settle in to his movements, he slows.

“When i kiss you harder, i want you to keep it that way.” He goes back to kissing me, beginning with the rough pace i set. He’s actually a good kisser, evoking a throb in my core.

I take his hands and run them up and down my body. He takes over, grabbing all the parts i have to give to him. I rest my hands on his chest. He grabs my ass hard and picks me up. I didn’t expect that. He sits me up on Marks desk. There is one thing: i want him to talk to me like Mark does. I want him to tell me how bad he wants me and what he longs to do to me.

“A girl wants you to tell her what you want to do to her, wants to hear how bad you want her.”

He lets out a slight groan in the back of his throat. “I want to push you back on this desk and take you how i want to.”

That puts butterflies in my stomach. He’s starting to turn me on. I pull him back to me, kissing him rough once more, kissing me how i want to be kissed, touching me how i want to be touched; hes a quick learner.

“Take control of her, give her what she wants”, i hear Mark say to Peter. Neither of us stop.

His hands slide down, moving into my shirt before looping his fingers into the band, pulling them down quickly. Im pressed back into the desk, now sitting on top of it. His body is between my legs, grinding his hard length into my core. I let out a slight whimper as his lips move to my neck.

I can’t help but look at Mark. He’s watching so intently. I look down at his now tented pants. As i look i realize that maybe Peter’s problem was not settling in and just going for it whenever he gets ready. He doesn’t take his time getting the woman warmed up.

After neck kisses, grabbing and grinding into each other, i run my hands down to his belt, undoing it and tossing it aside. Soon, his pants and underwear are tugged down. His cock is longer and skinnier than Marks. I wonder how it will feel. He begins to pull down my underwear. I raise up for him to pull them off.

Im leaned back on the desk, his body following mine. He aligns himself at my entrance and is about to push in when Mark interrupts.

“Wait a second”, he says.

Peters jaw tenses, very frustrated as he slowly turns to Mark.

“What?”, he says annoyed.

“Go down on her”, Mark says.

“Why would I do that?”, he asks.

“Because if you don’t, you’re not fucking her. Now put your mouth to her little cunt and eat her like it’s your first meal in days.”

Peter turns back to look at me. I don’t think he knows how to.

“I’ll show you what i like”, i tell him. That makes him feel a little better. He moves to his knees in front of me, leaning in to wrap his lips around my clit, gently sucking. It sends impulses through my body, making my legs twitch with every nip. I need more than just this.

“Go faster”, i tell him. He starts to speed up, licking his tongue around me, but nothing changes much. I see Mark coming over. Uh oh.

“Move out of the way Peter, I’ll show you how to taste a lady.” Peter hesitantly moves out of the way and Mark replaces him. He grabs hold of my thighs and licks me perfectly. My body goes to loop my fingers through his hair and pull him deeper. His tongue and lips maneuver around all my sensitive spots, dipping his tongue into my hole to clean up the mess I’m making.

I watch Peter, looking intently at what Marks doing. It’s kind of sexy how hard he’s trying to please me. I don’t understand how Mark uses his mouth so perfectly, but fuck, it feels amazing every single time. I look between them, my stomach tingling for each. I want either one of them right now, but part of me wants to have them at the same time. Before i can reach my high, Mark pulls away, my legs shaking at the denial.

“If her legs aren’t shaking and she’s not pulling you deeper, you’re not doing it right”, Mark says. He stands and backs away from me, Peter returning to his spot. He lowers himself again and follows Marks movements. Ive gotten so worked up, if he doesn’t give me what I want, i might just have to take it myself. My hips spasm against his face. His tongue swirls around my clit, mixing in some nips and licking up my hole. God, it already feels so much better.

“Mph- better”, i moan. I pull his head deeper into me, working my hips against his tongue. My body is aching to release, so much so that i already feel the hot pleasure burning to be freed.

“Make her cum”, Mark walks over beside me. He runs his fingers through my hair and makes a fist. I whine at the tug at my scalp. “Yeah? My pretty girl gonna cum?”, he turns to Peter”, keep going when she finishes, make her scream.”

Mark leans in and kisses me gently before returning to his spot over near the wall.

Im about to shatter into his mouth. Both of them have control over me right now, making me feel small. I release into his mouth while looking at Mark. My back arches off the desk as i try to catch my grip.

He starts walking back over again, smirking as he watches me cum. Peter might be the one pleasing me, but the man my heart belongs to is Mark. He turns and watches Peter, waiting for something.

When I’ve stopped throbbing, he stands back up between my legs. He presses himself back against me but before either of us can react, Mark suddenly grabs Peter and pushes him against the wall, pulling out a knife and pressing it against his throat.

“Mark I thought this was okay?!”, i say. Peter looks terrified, turning to me for help.

“Hold on babygirl, let me make one thing clear. One rule: if you finish inside of her, i will slit your fucking throat. That pretty pussy will only ever be mine to claim. Understand?”

Peter nods and Mark lets go of him. He steadily walks back over to me, positioning himself back between my legs. He slides into me, my head falling back as he pushes his way through me. He lets out a groan, tightening his hands on my hips. He doesn’t hesitate moving himself into me quickly.

He’s not bad at this part surprisingly. It actually feels really good. I moan and grab onto the desk.

“Yeah? Do i feel good?”, he asks.

“Mhm, yes.”

He hits deep inside of me but doesn’t feel as good as Mark. Part of me is starting to believe him when he says that no man will ever please me like he does. He understands every inch of me in a way no man has. Maybe Peter will be like that for someone one day.

He starts to sweat as he grunts. “God she’s fucking tight”, he groans.

I see Mark smile. “I know. My girl has the best pussy, so tight and warm and wet. I could cum just from tasting her.”

Peters already getting close. He starts to pull up my shirt to expose my stomach. His jaw tenses before he pulls out, stroking himself until his white ropes string and fall onto my stomach.

“Fuck… shit”, he moans.

By the amount that he’s letting out, i can tell it’s been a while since he’s had a release. When he’s done, he adjusts himself and his pants back together.

“Now get her cleaned up. You always clean up after yourself and the mess she makes for you.” He hands Peter some tissue as he wipes himself off my stomach and tosses it.

“You should probably put her clothes back on, but you can leave them off for now.”

I think i know what that means for later: i dont think im done being fucked.

“I should probably get back to work”, Peter says. He walks away but Mark stops him before he leaves.

“I’ll see you around Peter. Oh, and keep everyone away from my office for the next hour.”

I bite my lip and smile as Peter leaves. He locks the door and takes off his blazer, hanging it on the rack by the door. He slowly walks towards me, resting his hands on the desk by my thighs.

“That was fun huh?”, he asks. I have to admit it kinda was.

“Yeah. I didn’t think you would let another man do that to me”, i say.

He shrugs. “I was there making sure you were okay. Plus, the jealousy i feel when other men look or stare at you gets me so fucking hard.”

His body moves closer to mine. He takes my hand and runs it down his stomach, down to his bulge. He tightens my hand around it. God he’s so hard for me.

“You feel that? It took everything in me not to shove him aside and take you myself. I know you wanted to beg for me. I know I’m all you think about baby. I know all the dirty little thoughts in that empty head of yours.”

His lips trail and caress down my neck, making me whimper. I grip onto his cock and he grunts.

“You’re mine babydoll… all fucking mine”, he whispers in my ear.

Our body’s attach to each other in a sweltering heat that i haven’t felt before. Ive never felt such intensity between us. He starts to take off his clothes which he’s never done in his office but fuck i don’t care. I want him to take me while people roam outside, fucking me on the very place he works.

He slides my shirt off as i pull his shirt off. Both are quickly tossed. I run my fingers up his body, entangling my fingers in his chest hair. Something about the feeling of the hair on his chest makes me want to lick all around him. And thats what i do. Im hungry for him and only him.

He practically rips my bra off, taking my left nipple into his mouth, sucking until I’m whining for more.

“Mhm fuck… please Mark, i need you”, i moan.

Now he’s pulling down his pants and underwear, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

“I want every fucking inch of you baby. I want to abuse and ruin your little insides until you fucking cry for me”, he says.

Im dripping on his desk. I can’t wait any longer.

“I’ll give you every inch of me, every cell in my body… please just take me.”

Sometimes the way we talk, we leave each other speechless. Our minds flooded with adrenaline and hormones. Thoughts of how bad we want each other being the only thing in our minds.

“Sometimes i want you so fucking bad I cant think straight. You get me so goddamn needy for you, sometimes i worry what will happen if i get my hands on you.”

Working each other up until we both cant take anymore is everything. And then we have the roughest, nastiest, and most satisfying sex of our lives, not done until we’re covered in each other’s cum and sweat.

He pushes my legs back and slams himself into me. I barely can hold back a moan as the pain of him stretching me floods my body.

“God baby fuck, you’re so fucking tight for me,” he grunts.

Suddenly, he grips onto my hips, picking me up off the desk and turning us before pounding into me. He’s leaned over, supporting both of our weight with his strong legs and back. I lock my legs around his hips, taking him into me.

“God you’re so fucking big!,” i cry. This is the kind of sex i need, what i crave. I don’t care who hears me, i cant help it. His face is red as he strains to keep us together. The sound of his hips slamming into me echoes in the room. He bites my neck and i let out a moan of pain.

He’s fucking me the way animals do in the wild. Im sure he’s broken the skin.

His fingers dig into my sides as he massages that perfect spot into me with each thrust. He spanks the side of my ass and i whine.

“Y-you’re so fucking deep, so fucking good Mark don’t stop!”, i grip onto him tighter. I can feel how close we are. Sweat drips down his face. Little strands are falling down from his styled hair.

His brows are furrowed, biting his lip, face red, jaw tensed. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

He moves us back to the desk, unable to hold me up as our highs hit. He pulls my hair back and makes me look at him.

“You’re gonna fucking look at me when you cum. Im the only man that makes you feel like this. Only me”, he groans.

We both cry out, looking into each other’s eyes when we cum together. His hot cum seeps into me, my body milking him inside me.

“Goddamnit, fuck,” he grunts.

I love the feeling of him filling me up, claiming me as his, marking his territory.

When it’s passed through us, his body is rested on top of me. We can’t even catch our breath enough to speak. He grabs onto the side of my face.

“Shit princess, you’re amazing.”

We’re both drained. Our bodies are still connected by his cock. As i shift, i feel his load.

“There’s so much, I’m so full,” i whine.

“I know baby. I couldn’t stop cumming, it wouldn’t stop coming out”, he smiles. “And I’m going to pull out of you, and look at the load that your pretty hole took so good.”

He pulls out and crouches down. I feel it running out of me, dripping on the floor.

“Push it out for me baby,” he says.

I obey him and push his cum out.

“Yeah? You’re my pretty little cum dump aren’t you?”

He raises up to meet me again. Kissing me lovingly this time. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He gets his clothes back on and wipes up the mess he made inside me, on my thighs, dripping off the table. He pulls me up to him and kisses me.

“How do you feel about today?”, he asks.

Ive never had anything remotely similar happen. “Itll hopefully pay off for all of us. I did it for you. I don’t want to be without you, ever.”

He trails his fingers around my thighs.

“I was thinking about what you said earlier about me being nicer to Peter,” he takes my hands in his,” i dont- i cant feel for others the way you do. It’s just been hard to ever since Angelina. Its like you have this heart of gold… and mine is always broken.”

He looks up at me, its not often i see him vulnerable like this.

“Im trying to be a better man for you, the man you deserve to have. I’ll do everything for you, you’re my everything.”

I smile. This big, tough, intimidating guy is also the sweetest man ive ever met. I never thought about how love can bring out the best in people.

“Maybe i can help you heal it”, i tell him.

He smiles. “Believe me baby, you are. You’re the only person i know I can trust. The only person i can tell everything to and you wont judge me or write me off, you listen, and i love you for that.”

He hugs me tight. “You know how much i love you right?”

Ive never had someone ask if i feel loved by them before. “I know you do, i love you too.”

He picks my clothes off the floor and slips them back onto me. I fix my hair and clothes after he gets them on me.

“I’ll go tell Strahm that I’m free. I promise I’ll be nice this time.” He kisses me on the forehead and walks out. He returns soon after, calm and collected.

“Alright baby, i have to get to work,” he sits at his desk,” you want to come help?”

I smile. I do like helping him.

“Sure”, i say.

He taps his thigh and i sit on his leg. He plants a little kiss on my cheek, resting his hand on my hip as we get to work for the day.

[melloween-candie]

Teen pregnancy [P.2]

A Carl Gallagher x Fem Reader fic

Summary

You only started dating Carl for about 2 months. That was right around the time when he and Dom broke up. Deep down, you knew you couldn't compete with her. He would always choose her before you. Yet you were only 16 years old when you discovered he got you pregnant. This news terrified you so much. You didn't want to lose him, and you knew he was already going through so much shit stuff with his family and his "business." Better yet, you were scared about how your family would react, let alone his. At least you have Debbie, your best friend, who's also pregnant with you.

Warning! Huge spoilers, Anxiety, Paranoia, Panic attack, Teen pregnancy, Threat, Cussing, Slight overprotectiveness, Fake friend, Slight mention of favoritism, mention of insecurities, Slight mention of verbal violence, Stealing, Slight stalking, Mention of murder, Traumatic scene

Note! If any of that makes you uncomfortable- DON'T READ THE STORY!

Word count: 1,025

[Angst/Fluff]

Part 1, PART 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (Completed)

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Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

You pushed people out of the way, trying your hardest to get to the nearest girls' bathroom. After that fiasco, during lunch, you felt as if the whole world was looking at you in that hallway. 

You managed to get into the bathroom, all right. But you couldn't help that lingering feeling like everyone knew or that maybe you were showing…

Is that even possible? I only found out like a couple of hours ago…

You stood in front of the sink in an empty bathroom. You washed your face abruptly. When suddenly, Debbie ran into the bathroom.

"Y/n?! Is everything ok!?" Debbie asked breathlessly. "I-I saw you running out of the cafeteria... Did Carl do something?" Debbie got closer to you. "CAUSE I SWEAR-"

"He didn't do anything!" You said, interrupting her as you dried your face. "It's just-"

You didn't know what to say or how you should be feeling at that moment. Carl didn't do anything insanely wrong; I mean, you caught him off guard, so why were you crying so much about it? Was it his reaction? Maybe...

"Y/n, you know you can talk to me; what's wrong?" Debbie started rubbing circles on your back. 

"Is-Is it the baby?"

"Wha-WHAT?" You looked at Debbie surprised. "How did you-"

"Girl, come on. You're my best friend. I've known you for years. You thought I didn't notice? You've been acting differently since the moment you got to school. Not to mention Carl never shuts his mouth... at least when it comes to him taking your- virginity. Honestly, it's fuc*ing weird. I mean, he wrote the date on his Calander and-!"

Before Debbie could continue speaking, some random girl walked in. "Uhhh- Do you mind! Can't you see this bathroom's occupied?!" Debbie snapped. "GO!" The girl quickly left. Her reputation still precedes her.

"Anyways- I'm pregnant too. Remember that you're not alone, okay. Besides, it'll be fun! We can dress our babies up together, give them play dates, and they'll grow up like besties together! Just like us! Doesn't that sound exciting!"

You only gave Debbie a small smile as the bell ranged again, indicating that you were both late for class.

Time skip!~

***Debbie's Pov***

I swear to god I'm ending him- How dare he impregnate my bestie and proceed to make her cry!

Debbie was pi*sed at Carl. Even if she didn't show it, she was furious at him. She never fully trusted him with Y/n since he started dating her when he left Dom. She couldn't help but have this lingering suspicion that he was only using Y/n as a rebound and that he may still have feelings for Dom.

I mean, she knew that Y/n always had a crush on him. She heard the whole story of how she liked him, but Y/n's ex-friend liked him too. The moment Carl met Dom was the moment Debbie got pi*sed. She was mad at how Carl always ignored Y/n no matter how often Y/n tried to make it obvious. He would always go for Dom; if he was hanging out with them, he would always talk about how great Dom was.

This made Y/n very insecure. She knew Carl longer, but he never gave her a second glance, not even once. Debbie often wanted to say something to him, wanting to yell at him for being so oblivious, but Y/n would always stop her.

When Debbie reached her doorstep, she slammed the door open, yelling. "CARLLL! I SWEAR TO GOD! I'M GOING TO KILL-YOU! LITERALLY KILL-YOU!"

"Woah, woah, woah! No one is going to kill anyone." Fiona said. "What's going on, Debs?"

"Carl made Y/n cry."

"What! How?!" Fiona scrunched her eyebrows.

"Doesn't matter." Debbie climbed the stairs halfway. "Where is he?" Debbie looked down at Fiona.

"Uh, not here. He hasn't come back from school yet."

"Huh..."

_Flashback_

***Carl's Pov***

At the end of the school day, Carl told Nick to grab his bike as he went to take a pi*s. When Carl returned, he found Nick sitting on a bench with his elbows resting on his knees. Carl looked around, but he found no bike.

"Yo brother, where's yo bike at?"

"Gone," Nick said.

Carl took a pause and then sat next to his buddy with a frown face. "Man, don't sweat it. We'll just get ya a new one, a better one-"

"No." Nick looked him in the eyes. "I want my bike back."

Carl paused, then sighed. "Fine, but let's just focus on getting ourselves a ride for now."

It didn't take long for Carl to find a sweet ride and for Nick to break into it. Thanks to Bonnie, Carl knew how to hot wire most cars.

On the drive home, Nick spotted his bike. A kid took it. Immediately Nick turned the car around and started following the kid to his house. Carl told Nick to just drop it and that he'll get him a new one. Nick finally gave in and drove Carl home.

When they finally pulled up at Carl's place, Carl was too busy thinking about his girlfriend to realize that his friend had returned to the car. When he turned around, he already saw the car drive off. He knew where Nick was going. He knew this wouldn't end nicely, but even so, he still ran after him. 

Finally, he arrived at the scene. He heard a mother screaming inside the house while his friend Nick was sitting on some stairs with his hand supporting his head. He looked like he was contemplating his life. When Carl saw the bloody hammer, he instantly knew what Nick did... He ran up the stairs to see the damage but ended up puking because of it. Carl asked him why he would do this, but Nick just told him to go before the Cops got there. All Carl could do was run as he saw his friend get arrested yet again. 

From that point on, Carl decided to better himself.

_End of Flashback_

[rush-the-stars]

ex boyfriend megumi fushiguro brain rot

***

18+ minors dni, aged up characters into their twenties

cw: afab!reader, smut, dub-con (reader says “no” quite a few times but does seem to want it to continue), pussyjob

“you’re such a—!”

your mouth gets smothered in a brutal kiss. teeth click together like a key coming up against a lock. it’s like coming home.

still, you return the kiss, find the way you usually move against each other and let him lick into your mouth in a way that’s all too familiar.

you can feel all the hard lines of his body, the way he nudges into you, pushes you up against the brick wall like he’s trying to dig down into you right then and there. he’s always been the desperate sort; a wolf gone hungry. the thing that you let in once and kept coming back again and again and again—howling outside your door.

megumi fushiguro is your ex boyfriend.

well, supposed to be. if you let him in again, this’ll be the third time he’s somehow managed to sink his teeth into you.

you yelp a little when he bites your bottom lip too hard.

heat zips through you like a bolt of lightning.

this is so wrong—you’re at a mutual friend’s wedding. you’re supposed to be acting civil and “playing nice” with megumi not—

not arguing and then making out against a wall in one of the side parlor rooms in this venue. it’s just a little nook, all hazy, gold light and tall bookshelves lining three of the four old brick walls. the last of which, you’re currently occupying. there’s a sleek, black piano to your right. an emerald green couch in the center of the space, proudly on display with the light fur rug beneath it.

its too nice of a place—you’re in too nice of a dress to let him do this to you.

his knee is between your legs before you realize it. you fight the urge to squirm.

you have to push at him a little, “megumi—megumi—im not getting back together with you again.”

“—always say that.” he huffs.

“i mean it this time.” you try to firm up your voice but he’s scattering wet kisses all over your neck, digging his nose into your hair. nipping. licking. you’re high and breathy, anyways. he’s got you—he’s always got you.

“you told kugisaki you missed me.”

your turn to huff. she’s a blabbermouth. and so is itadori.

besides, it’s not really what you said. you said you missed the se—

“so you stalked me?” you berate and this time there’s a little heat behind it, fingers sinking into the nape of his neck to pull. he hisses a little but you know he’s always loved it. he likes the quick flash of pain from you, your nails denting half moons into his skin, your teeth in his neck.

“i wasn’t stalking,” he tries to defend but even to your own ears, there isn’t much protest in it.

“im not fucking you.” you tell him.

“—always say that, too.”

his hand is up your dress already, anyways, pushing little panties aside so he can sink a finger in without warning at all.

you seize up in his arms.

“‘m not doing this with you, megumi.” you whimper.

your mouth falls open as he curls them, god—god his fingers are so long.

“keep telling yourself that while you ride my fingers,” he bites out. “‘sides you were already so wet—“

“was not—“

“was too—“ he kisses you, brief but hard, “arguing always turns you on.”

you let your head tip back against the brick wall. “you’re one to talk. you like when i yell.”

he adds a second finger just to get you to shut up, just to watch, half mimic in faux empathy with his own mouth falling open, as your face twists up in pleasure.

“you’re so annoying—“ your voice tips until it breaks into this high little whine that makes him have to bite back a groan, “—why can’t you just leave me alone?”

he doesn’t answer. but he knows the answer. you know the answer. instead, he just sets the pad of his thumb against your slippery clit and rubs slow and easy with it. juxtaposes how deep his fingers are, how mean he’s being with his teeth in your neck right now.

he must be able to feel you fluttering around his fingers already. he scoffs. “you close?”

“fuck you.”

he takes his fingers away from you abruptly and the noise you let out is so shameful and desperate that you can feel your mortification like a sun on the back of your neck. too hot. so harrowing and big and terrible. you squirm.

“i’m not begging for it.” you bite out, face indignantly smarted with embarrassment.

he snorts this time. “you practically already were—“

but now he suddenly lifts you from beneath your thighs, makes you yelp, makes you scramble to get your arms around his neck, to get your legs around his narrow waist.

he deposits you atop the grand fucking piano.

“oh no—no, no—we are not having sex on this piano.” you hiss at him, fingers ruining his previously pristine button-up shirt. emerald really does look nicer on him than he knows.

but your hips are already half off and in his big hands, core notched tight against the hardness pressing taut in his dress slacks. and like he hasn’t heard a damn thing you said (typical—stubborn, infuriating—), he’s hiking your dress up higher and pulling your panties to the side.

“megumi!” you snap.

his eyes flick up to you briefly. storm dark. his hair is a mess from all your pulling and playing. lips all rosy and kiss stung. he’s so annoyingly beautiful.

still he unbuttons his pants, unzips them, frees himself so when you try to curse out his name again, it tapers off into a hitched little breath when you feel the bare head of him slip through your folds.

you watch, enamored, breathless, as he slides forward, then back. you tilt your hips a little.

“what were you saying?” he asks, like the son of a bitch he is.

“you’re not fucking me.” you repeat, still staring, still moving your hips in little aborted rocks.

“look how bad you want it, though,” he murmurs and he leans forward to kiss you slow and deep and kinda sweet this time. like he’s trying to coax you, make it up to you. he groans a little, letting the head of him catch and then slip up again, against where you’re sensitive, where—

“i said no.” you breathe against his lips. but you’re starting to really find a rhythm with him now, something that makes you whimper a little, makes you fall away from his hold to really roll your hips.

“c’mon—“ he gets out and he’s fully rutting against you now. you can hear the slippery sounds, somehow almost worse than if he just fucked you hard and quick—

“no,” you almost moan, feel him shudder a little, feel your own pleasure rush beneath your skin, climbing, towering over you.

“just the tip?”

your turn to scoff. “what are you? sixteen? my step-brother?”

he groans into your throat, thrusts a little harder. “you’re so—“

you tug at his hair, arch your hips up for him more, more because you’re getting—your breath is getting all tight and quick and you can feel the swell beneath your skin.

“megumi—“

your gasp is swallowed by him, kisses you hard as your peak crashes into you the way a wave builds and crests and then crashes down onto shore. your eyes are slammed shut, hips jerking, moaning, feeling megumi’s own noise—

half a whine, half a growl, and then suddenly some pressure where you’re aching and sensitive and—

bastard.

you whimper with just the head of him in you, kicking hard, filling you with warmth.

still, you cling to him, kiss him until it turns into something less frantic, less demanding. soothing, almost. he’s still half in you. you’re still all tender and twitching. he hums through each of your little aftershocks, rocks his hips to press just a little deeper, force you to stretch around him just a little more.

but when it’s over and your head is clearing, your glare slams right back onto your face.

“i fucking told you—!”

“i had no where else!” he bickers back, “it was either on your dress or the piano and you would’ve killed me for either of those, too!”

you groan, this time in frustration, “we’re not getting back together. just know that.”

megumi nudges his nose against your cheek. follows it with a kiss.

“stop.” you snap, “you’re trying to butter me up.”

“you miss me.”

his voice takes on this softer, raspy tone. he can be such a fucking sap—

“kugisaki’s a big mouth. second of all, that’s not what i said.”

“then what’d you say?” he asks, still mouthing along your neck, no doubt going over all the new marks he’d left in his wake.

“that i missed the sex. not you.” you snip.

he picks his head up to look at you, a little deadpanned, a little annoyed.

this time you kiss him.

maybe part apology with the way you lock into it this time, slow and deep, a little longing.

he nudges his nose along yours when he pulls away.

“yours or mine?”

you groan again, pushing his face away from yours, but you can see the sliver of a half moon smile shadow across his handsome face.

“mine. you creep. since you’ve been circling there like a vulture since we broke up.” you say, nudging at him more to finally let you up. to try and (probably fail to) rearrange yourself in a way that doesn’t look like you just had some weird, messy hook up with your ex at a wedding.

“i haven’t.” he grunts. and he helps you up. slips your panties into place. kisses you again when you steady yourself against him, wobbling like a fawn on new legs after you stand.

and when you look up at him for a moment you wonder (not for the first) why you even broke up in the fist (third?) place.

“you have to.” you say, patting his cheek.

he levels you with an infamous glare.

“have not—“

[carlyhughes043]

Baby came home pt 2 Q.H

summary: reader hasn't had any communication with Quinn in weeks he won't respond but what happens when she goes to a party and sees him moving on with other females.

readers pov.

ive tried communicating and going to Quinns place and he won't respond my roommates are helping me get ready for a party I don't even want to go to. Liv my best friend is putting a light purple eyeshadow with a dark purple glitter on my eyes along with dramatic cat-eye lashes while Grace curls my hair adding glitter hairspray. feeling like a character from euphoria with a dress I borrowed from liv and high heel boots from grace we get into an uber and head to the party.

At the party

walking into the party hearing the bass from the speakers bumping loud following liv and grace where we end up in the kitchen getting a cup of Pink Whitney and a shot of tequila to get us in the mood to party. Liv and Grace grab my hand and take me into the living room where girls are dancing and gridding with the boys I see my ex Brayden in one corner talking to some blonde girl whose clearly super drunk while Matt,Jack and Quinn are in another corner sitting on the couch where some red head is sitting on Quinns lap whispering in his ear which sends a pit of rage into my stomach we haven't even officially broken up and here he is with another girl while I'm trying to keep us together ill show him what he's gonna regret. I let go of grace and liv and the first guy I see is Mark also one of Quinns teammates who got recruited from high school he's always had a thing for me and has even asked liv if she'd give him my snap when I was with Quinn which obviously pissed Quinn off but I thought it was sweet. I whisper in marks ear "wanna dance" he just nods fast surprised I start dancing on him to the beat of lollipop by lil Wayne I get a whoop from grace and a get it from liv obviously getting the attention from those around me I can feel Quinns eyes burning holes into us his loss tho shouldn't have acted that way and its not like some hoes in his lap right now. as the song ends I say ill be right back I'm going to get my 5th drink I'm a little tipsy but its the most fun ive had in weeks chugging the red solo cup full of pink Whitney and fixing a cup of Malibu and taking a shot of vodka I see Brayden come in and open his mouth asking how I am I just nod and he says "I heard you got a position for a writing company". I shake my head and say "yea I doubt I'm gonna take it tho everyone I loves here and it ruined my relationship". " oh really?" he says "I actually have to tell you something that's sorta funny". "what's that?" "so you didn't actually get accepted into that program I made it with mark to get you and Quinn to break up because we wanted you". "now we can be together". I scoff with tears in my eyes "ill never with you". I turn away with tears going down my face I go to liv and grace "what's wrong love"grace says wiping my face hiccuping I say "Brayden and mark made a fake program for my writing so Quinn and id breakup" sobbing even harder "I love him and now he won't even look at me".

jack hears walking over to Quinn whispering in his ear his face turns a dark shade of red getting up heading to the kitchen where Brayden and mark are talking he reels back his arm and starts beating the shit out of Brayden everyone loudly saying "FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT". the girls running into the kitchen seeing Brayden get up and say "come on tough guy I'm your teammate she's just some slut whose been around the block". Quinn continues beating him saying "don't you ever talk about her." he hears a small "Quinn stop you're gonna get in trouble with the coaches". it's his girl jack pulls Quinn off of Brayden walking him outside for a breather liv,y/n and grace follow.

"baby I'm sor-" Quinn starts y/n stops him by kissing him telling him its not his fault rubbing his face looking into his eyes "it was all them we just reacted how they wanted us to" y/n says "please don't leave me ever again" she cries "its been absolute hell I-" Quinn stops her and kisses her and says "ill never leave you again your my forever". they kiss and ride back home one the ride home Quinn pulls out a tiny box from his middle compartment opening the box its a small ring with a small diamond in the center with blue gems surrounding it he states "baby I got this the night before you told me I planned on asking you that weekend will you please do the honor of being my gorgeous wife" a sobbing y/n says yes yes shaking her head

A/N hey guys I hope you really enjoyed this I'm so sorry if it wan't what y'all wanted let me know who'd you like next

I write for

Trevor Zegras

Jack Hughes

Quinn Hughes

Cole Caulfield

Mark Estapa

Rutger Mcgroarty

and so many more just let me know!

[writemywaytoyourheart]

afth drabble 2: the big day

pairing: afth!jungkook x f.reader

genre: fluffy fluff fluff fluff

wc: 6k

drabble masterlist

summary; it’s finally the big day, the day jungkook is going to marry the girl of his dreams. hopefully everything goes to plan, more or less. 

a/n: pls keep in mind, that i am unable to represent the multitude of marriage ceremonies in different cultures, and i am not fully aware of all that they entail, as magnificent and wonderful as they are! i tried my best to keep it “traditional” and vague but i can only do so much. so pls don’t send hate and understand i did my best :) ily!

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"Dude, breathe."

Jungkook takes a deep breath in, blowing it out carefully as Tae nods along with him, as if he's trying to calm a toddler after getting a scrape on the knee. 

"I'm fine," Jungkook says, a bit embarrassed. 

"Ok," Taehyung doesn't argue, even though Jungkook is visibly shaking, his hands wringing subconsciously as he paces the room. 

He's clearly in distress. 

"Is there anything we can do?" Tae asks, glancing at Namjoon sitting in the chair next to him. 

Jungkook shakes his head, "Uh, n-no thanks. I'm all good."

"Not even get you some soju?" 

Jungkook looks at Tae to see him smirking.

Tease. 

"I'm good," He repeats himself, trying not to laugh and scream at the same time. 

Damn clown, never taking anything seriously. 

He's getting married in less than an hour and his best man is making jokes. 

Heaven help him. 

"Look, I'm going to go and make triple sure that everything is perfect, okay?"

Jungkook nods at his best friend's words, relief flooding through him. Namjoon shakes his head, a smirk painting his features as he lounges calmly in the chair in the corner. 

Taehyung smiles knowingly and leaves the room, fully aware that Jungkook is just a huge ball of nerves and is convinced something will go wrong. 

Walking down the back hallway of the small church, he runs into the rest of the groomsmen coming the opposite way. 

"Hey," Tae calls out, waving to Beomgyu and Hoseok. 

"Hey!" Hoseok waves back, "Everything is in shipshape, no flower disasters and I haven't heard word that anything else is going wrong."

"Fuck it up," Tae grins, "That's what I like to hear. Kook's in the back having a crisis, might wanna go chill with him. Try to act totally calm, it might rub off on him."

"Will do!" Beomgyu and Hoseok make their way towards the back room where the groom is practically melting into a puddle of anxiety. 

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"Jimin, can you please grab me the bobby pins?"

You sit patiently in the swivel chair, watching Yeona through the mirror as she thanks Jimin and takes the pins from him before turning back and continuing to do your hair. 

"It looks so good," Jimin watches in awe as Yeona messes with a few more pieces until they sit just right. 

You catch his eye in the mirror and he beams at you, giving you a thumbs up. You grin back and give him a thumbs up of your own, trying your hardest not to bounce up and down in excitement. 

"Th-thank you, Y-Yeona," you whisper, staring at your reflection, "I love it s-so much."

Yeona must have the magic touch, you truly believe that. Your makeup is so pretty, emphasizing the beauty you already possess, and your hair looks just like a princess', making you want to squeal with happiness. 

You never thought you could look this beautiful. 

"You're very welcome, love." Yeona puts her hands on your shoulder and smiles at you through the mirror, "Your natural beauty is doing all the work, I just helped it pop even more."

"I swear I'm not gonna cry," Jimin says defensively when you glance at him in the mirror. 

You smile brightly and shake your head at him.

You're so nervous you feel almost sick, but everything is just how you imagined. You have your best friend in the whole world as your man of honor, and one of your closest friends as a bridesmaid. The dress is perfect, your hair is perfect, the makeup is perfect.

Everything is perfect. 

A tiny knock on the door makes all three of you look over to it. 

Jimin walks over and opens it a crack, peeking his head through, "Yes?" 

You laugh at how silly he looks, trying to make sure you aren't seen if it's the groom. 

A second later, the door opens more as Jimin lets the surprise guest in. 

Your grin widens even more when you see Tae walk over. 

"Look at you girls," he smiles, "As radiant as always."

Yeona rolls her eyes, hiding a smile as she turns to make sure the bouquets are perfect. Then she goes over to Jimin, asking about the flower girl's whereabouts while Tae comes over to you. 

"You look beautiful, ____," he says sincerely, his choked-up voice betraying him momentarily. 

You swivel in the chair and stand up to hug him tightly and whisper, "Thank y-you."

When you pull away, you think you see him wipe at his eyes briefly, but you don't mention it, getting the feeling he was trying to be sneaky. 

"I should be with the groom, but I wanted to come in and say hi to you all before the ceremony."

"Hi!" Yeona exclaims, then she starts to usher him out, "We love you dearly, but now you must leave!"

Taehyung pouts, one of his hands landing on her waist, "Meanie."

"I don't care about being mean right now, there's a wedding to be had!" Yeona shakes a finger in his face. 

"You look gorgeous," he whispers, trying to tease her. 

"Shoo!" She bats at him, you and Jimin laughing heartily at the sight of a dolled-up bridesmaid scolding the best man, "be gone!"

Tae whines a bit more before accepting his defeat and calling out his last few compliments to the three of you as he leaves. Just as he's walking out the door though, a small girl rushes in, nearly bumping into him. 

"Oop! Sorry mister!"

Taehyung grins at the tiny flower girl, "Pardon me, little lady. I'll see you all later!" The door shuts softly behind him.

"Ae-cha! Y-you look lovely!" You exclaim, gushing over her adorable pale-yellow dress that matches the bridesmaid dresses of the same color and fabric. Yeona's looks more mature, with one sleeve and the skirt reaching the floor, whereas the flower girl's skirt comes to her knees and puffs out more. Both of them are chiffon, elegant yet simple. 

Jimin, the man of honor, is wearing a pale-yellow suit; the tone is so light it looks almost cream colored. It looks absolutely stunning on him, as you knew it would. 

"Thank you, Miss ____!" She claps her hands, "You look like a princess!"

Your cheeks turn pink as your former student oohs and ahhs over your white gown, unable to turn away even when Yeona hands her the small woven basket full of dandelions and agapanthus petals. 

While Jimin and Yeona put together the last details of what they need to make everything go smoothly, Ae-Cha comes closer and takes your hand in hers, "Mr. Jungkook is really lucky to marry a princess like you."

You bite your lip to keep yourself from crying at her sweet words. 

"Thank you, Ae-Cha."

"It's time, ____. Are you ready?" Jimin walks over, a smile tugging at his lips. 

"I- I think I'm as r-ready as I'll e-ever be," You laugh nervously, taking Jimin's hand and standing up from your chair. 

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"You ready, Kook?"

Jungkook nods, trying to convince himself that he is absolutely not about to pass out or have an anxious meltdown. 

Not at all. 

"I can't feel my feet, but yes, I'm ready."

Tae laughs before linking his arm with his younger best friend's and starts walking towards the door. 

"You've wanted this for so long, just keep reminding yourself of that. How excited you are to finally marry the most important person to you."

If Tae said this to him a couple years ago, when he first realized he was falling in love with you, he would have laughed in his face then had an existential crisis. 

He never thought he deserved you, not even a little bit. He never felt good enough for anyone, that crippling pressure of always needing to work harder keeping him up at night and plaguing his nightmares. 

"You're fine," Tae whispers as they walk out of the back room and towards the front of the church. 

The sight of all the guests sitting in the pews has Jungkook's stomach flipping upside down and inside out and every which way he didn't know was possible as they walk up next to the altar. 

Tae stands next to Jungkook for a moment, whispering some last-minute encouragement in his ear before giving his butt a light smack and moving to where his designated spot is. 

Halmeoni's smile brings Jungkook's heart back to where it belongs as she gives him a thumbs up from the front pew. He returns the gesture, acutely aware of his knees shaking involuntarily as he stands there and tries to even his breathing. 

The priest approaches him, and they exchange a few words, which brings Jungkook's nerves down even more. He will be eternally grateful for everyone today, for keeping him from falling apart at the seams. 

The crowd is buzzing with excitement as it draws nearer to the time when you will walk through the doors. 

Time is all a blur to him, so he jumps a little when the piano starts to play, a soft beautiful song that makes him gulp and bite his lip to keep himself from tearing up before even seeing you. Just the thought of seeing you is making a lump form in his throat. 

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"J-Jimin..."

Your best friend takes your trembling outstretched hand, holding it tightly in his own to keep you grounded as you stand outside and to the right of the doors leading into the nave where there are undoubtedly people waiting to see you walk in.

"I'm here," he reassures you quietly. 

"I'm sc-scared," you whisper.

The fact that in a few moments you will be the center of attention to more people than you're used to being around, is almost nauseating. 

"What's scaring you?" He asks gently, unjudging. 

"P-People."

He nods, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand gently, "I understand. Hey, the bridesmaids and groomsmen will go first, then me. Ae-Cha and Jisung will go out before you. You don't need to worry about being first. All you need to do is listen to the music and look at Jungkook."

You nod but he can see the panic in your gaze as the doors open and Yeona gets ready to walk out with Beomgyu. 

You're out of the line of sight of the crowd, but that does nothing to settle your nerves. 

"I want you to take a deep breath," Jimin whispers, even as you anxiously watch them start walking.

You follow his instructions, letting the breath out slowly with him. 

"Good."

You take a few more deep breaths as you watch Namjoon get ready to walk with his girlfriend, Nina, whom you've grown quite close to and makes a beautiful bridesmaid. 

"Y-you're soon," your voice shakes. 

Jimin nods, "I know, but I want to make sure you're okay."

You give him a half-hearted smile, glancing at Hoseok and Sana, who are almost ready to walk out. 

Oh gosh. 

You're gonna freak out. 

Even if you just had someone to hold your arm while you walked, to keep you grounded. 

Your parents gave that up a long time ago, though. 

Jimin can sense what you're thinking as you stare after Hoseok and Sana with slight tears in your eyes. 

"You don't need that sorry excuse for a father, ____. You don't need any of them," he whispers, fixing a stray hair, "You made it on your own, you don't need someone to give you away up there."

Your watery eyes look back at your best friend as he adjusts the veil to cover your face. 

"No one is giving you away, you are deciding to become a family with the person you love."

You gulp and nod as he pats your shoulder before walking over to the doors. 

"Just look at Jungkook," he whispers, winking at you. 

You smile and nod, nerves finally starting to turn to excitement. 

Your man of honor gives you a thumbs up behind his back as he starts walking, making you giggle quietly. 

Ae-Cha and Jisung are bouncing on the balls of their feet in excitement as it reaches their turn. 

You give them both a wave as they take their places and start to walk, side by side to the beautiful music. 

Ae-Cha takes tiny handfuls of petals and drops them along the path, readying it for you to walk down as Jisung holds the rings carefully. 

You close your eyes and take another deep breath.

Then you take your place. 

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Jungkook smiles at the wedding party as they process down the aisle and go to their places either near him or near where you will be standing soon enough. 

The sight of two small children walking down the aisle with huge smiles makes a delighted laugh ripple through the crowd, Jungkook chuckling quietly along with them as your former students gleefully decorate the walkway and keep the rings safe. 

When they reach their spots, the piano music changes to a different tune and that's when he sees you. 

His breath gets knocked from his lungs harder than he expected.

He can just barely see your face behind your veil, but that doesn't stop his eyes from welling up with the intense emotions swirling around inside of him. You look so beautiful. 

So radiant.  

Watching breathlessly, he sees a hint of a smile on your sweet face.

That's what breaks the dam. 

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When you first started walking, your legs felt like cooked noodles. 

But the second you locked eyes with him, you felt a surge of strength go through you and a relieved smile spread on your face. 

The rest of the walk feels so surreal as you look at him, you almost don't notice the tears sliding down his cheeks. 

You only catch it when he wipes them briefly.

Smile widening, you try to telepathically let him know it's okay. 

You can cry. 

Jungkook can't take his eyes from you, not for a split second. 

It feels as though you two are the only ones in the building. 

In the entire world. 

It feels like an eternity but also like the blink of an eye before you're standing right in front of him, and he can see your face a little more. 

The look you give him is clear as he takes your hand. 

He doesn't feel anxious to be worthy of you, or that he is lacking in any way. 

Doesn't feel the need to be good enough to marry you. 

Your words from a few months ago suddenly fly into his brain as you smile at him. 

"There's n-no such thing as good e-enough. You don't h-have to be good in m-my eyes," you had whispered, "I don't want y-you to be perfect. W-with all your f-faults and morals and strengths and w-weaknesses, you are enough, J-Jeon Jungkook."

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Anyone in the crowd would relay that it was the most beautiful ceremony they had ever witnessed, the two of you lighting up the entire room just by being together was something they weren't sure they'd have the privilege of seeing again no matter how many weddings they attended. 

By the time the vows were said and Jungkook had slipped the ring on your finger, and you slipped the other on his, there was not a single dry eye in the entire church. 

The priest smiles warmly at the two of you before gesturing his hands out gently.

"I now pronounce you man and wife; you may kiss the bride!"

Jungkook takes the edges of your veil with shaky hands, lifting it gently and revealing your bright smile to him. 

You truly are the loveliest being to ever walk the face of this Earth. 

He cups your soft cheeks with his hands and leans close to you, his nose bumping with yours briefly before you feel his lips touch yours. 

You don't even hear the claps and cheers of the crowd, too enchanted by Jungkook's lips molding perfectly with yours, the breath from his nose fanning your cheeks as you feel yourself sink into him more and more with every passing moment. 

The kiss feels like forever but was really only a few seconds.

When the two of you finally pull away, you see his eyes come into focus on your face. 

He must've been in a trance for a minute too. 

"Whoop whoooop!"

You and Jungkook break into laughter at the sound of Taehyung cheering and whistling loudly. 

You turn your head to look at the crowd, seeing smiles everywhere as they clap and clap. 

The crowd's excitement doesn't dwindle as Jimin and Tae approach you two. 

Jungkook takes your hand in his and lifts them so Jimin can gently wrap a thick white ribbon around your wrists, connecting you. He steps back so Tae can hand you each a lit candle in your free hands. 

You and Jungkook walk over to the big candle to the left of where you were standing for the ceremony, lifting your candles and lighting it together. 

The crowd's cheers get louder. 

You hand the candles to Tae, who smiles brightly at the two of you and gives you a wink. 

In the next second, you drag Jungkook with you towards the front aisle to go out ahead of the rest of the wedding party. 

Stepping out of the little church's front doors, you laugh in delight at the sight of millions of bubbles greeting you as you walk with him down the steps, his eyes trained on you the entire time. 

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The reception is in the basement of the church where you got married, the area more spacious than one would think. 

Tables around the room are decorated with the black and yellow wedding colors, as elegant as you had hoped. The dance floor in the middle of the room has plenty of space for the guests. 

All the families of the kids you taught back in Seoul and the families of the kids you teach in Busan are milling about, talking with the other guests. 

The toasts were made and now everyone is either enjoying the food or dancing on the dance floor to their heart's content as colorful lights shine around them. 

"Sure you're not hungry?" Jungkook asks for the tenth time as you two watch the guests dance, his hand rests on your hip as you look around the room with a beaming grin. 

You laugh and shake your head, "I a-ate already, Koo!" 

His shy smile makes your heart melt in your chest. 

"Are you h-hungry?" You ask quietly, a teasing lilt to your voice. 

He shrugs, "Not really, I probably will be soon though."

You nod, chest warming when his hand moves around your waist even more, the unconscious protectiveness about him making you giggle. 

"Hey, you two."

You and Jungkook turn to see Seokjin and Yoongi approaching, genuine smiles on their faces. 

"Hi!" You wave happily. 

"Hey, I wasn't sure you'd make it," Jungkook says honestly, a smile breaking out on his face.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Seokjin says sincerely, "We were sitting closer to the back of the church, so you probably didn't see us. Congratulations by the way!"

"Yeah, congrats! Beautiful ceremony." Yoongi chimes in happily. 

You and Jungkook thank them profusely, Jin exchanging a look with your husband that you don't catch. 

He really is happy for the two of you, and Jungkook can see that from the look he gives him. 

"I'm going to go grab some food," Yoongi says after some small talk, "I'm starving!"

"I'll join you," Seokjin laughs, "Have fun you two!"

You wave to them, then you look at Jungkook. 

"W-what's wrong?" You ask, worried.

He comes out of his brief trance and shakes his head, "Nothing, sorry. It just means a lot to me that they're here."

You smile softly and lean over to peck his cheek, making him laugh. 

"Hey, lovebirds."

"Hey, Tae," Jungkook greets the out of breath young man who has just come from the dance floor. 

"Mind if I steal the lovely bride for a dance?"

Jungkook looks at you to see you smile and nod at him, "Fine by me, as long as you don't steal her away."

You laugh at his silliness and take Tae's hand, letting him lead you back to the dance floor while Jungkook joins Namjoon at the drink table. 

"You're a lucky man, Jeon," Namjoon says before taking a drink. 

Jungkook looks over at you, watching with a smile as you laugh and dance with Taehyung clumsily. 

"I know," he whispers.

Then he glances at Namjoon's waist to see a small bulge near his right pocket, something definitely being kept out of sight but ready to grab. 

"You don't think anything's going to happen, do you?"

The man looks down and sees what his younger friend is referring to, then he shakes his head with a laugh, "Nah. I'm a hitman Kook, I never go anywhere unarmed, you know that. Besides, you really think I'd come to my friend's wedding without taking precautions? Hell nah. The boys are armed too," He gestures at the other hitmen that Jungkook and Tae lived with for years, wandering around the room, "Y'all are safe, okay?"

He knew that there was a shadow of doubt, of fear in Jungkook's mind about the whole ceremony. 

After years of living in secret and on the run, how could there not be?

Just knowing there are people keeping their eyes out, makes him feel much better.

Jungkook nods, "Thanks, hyung."

"Sure thing."

Jungkook takes a big gulp of his drink, keeping his eyes on you over the brim of his cup while you dance. 

He sighs after the long drink as he glances around briefly. 

His eyes lock with Seokjin's across the room, who is holding a plate of food. 

The officer looks pointedly at a few of the hitmen mingling, then he looks back at Jungkook.

The look is clear. 

I'm aware of who they are and what they have. 

He gives Jungkook a small smile and shakes his head in amusement.

Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything about it. 

A relieved smile spreads on Jungkook's face and he nods at the cop. 

A rough nudge from Namjoon makes the younger one turn to him. 

"Hm?"

The elder smirks, "A little birdie told me the next dance is a slow one. Might wanna get your lady back before Taehyung gets any ideas."

Jungkook laughs and hands his cup to Namjoon, "Thanks, see you later."

Then he makes his way to the dance floor, his eyes trained on you the whole time. 

Your grin makes him smile subconsciously as you and Tae dance like a couple of goofballs in what appears to be a dance where you're acting as the man and Tae as the woman as you spin him around. 

The song ends and Tae high fives you, both of you laughing breathlessly as Jungkook approaches. 

"Hey, Kook!" Tae hollers above the noise of the crowd, "Come back to claim your bride?"

You smile at Jungkook as he nods, "As long as she still wants me after that dance."

"S-silly!" You giggle, taking his hand and squishing up to his side. 

Taehyung bows to you clumsily, then he's off to find Yeona. 

You feel Jungkook's hand on your waist and turn to face him as the next song starts to play. 

Your new husband bows deeply, dramatically. 

"May I have this dance, your highness?" He looks at you with a sneaky grin. 

You clear your throat and get into character as you look down at him. 

"Mm, I suppose. You are q-quite handsome, I m-must admit."

His grin widens as you take his hand. 

Jungkook pulls you in close, until your noses are mere centimeters apart. 

Needing to cross your eyes to see him, you giggle at his silly antics. 

Quickly pecking your nose, he pulls away so he can see you clearly, the sound of your giggles making his heart melt. 

"Is it how you imagined?" He asks quietly as the two of you sway gently to the music. 

"More," you whisper back, "M-much more."

His soft smile makes you feel like you need to scream, he's just too cute and handsome, you're not sure how you're able to handle it. 

What on earth are you going to do now that this ethereal human will be living with you and spending every waking moment at your side?

Heaven help you. 

"You're so beautiful," Jungkook says, taking you out of your thoughts. 

"Thank y-you, you've s-said that at l-least ten times since th-the reception started," you tease quietly, shy from his compliment. 

He nods, "You're right, and you're going to hear it a lot more."

You smile and shake your head at his cheesiness. 

"You're n-not the same b-boy I met," you look into his eyes, "He would n-never have been th-this open."

He chuckles lowly, "He never even thought he'd get married, let alone to the loveliest girl in the world. Give me a break, okay?"

The two of you continue to laugh and talk, just enjoying each other's company, not even aware of the other people in the room. 

Neither of you notice Tae standing just outside the dance floor, sneaking a quick picture on his polaroid camera, making sure to note to himself to add it to the collection. 

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When it's time to cut the cake, which you had wanted to do a little later, you and Jungkook gush over the gorgeous masterpiece that halmeoni created, making her blush and hush you both. 

Jungkook hands you the knife, "Can I trust you not to kill me with this?"

You hush him with a laugh as he takes your hand in his and guides it to the cake, cutting it together with you. 

Once you've got a piece and Yeona is cutting the rest of the cake for the guests, you get a fingerful of the fluffy frosting and smear it on Jungkook's cheek before he even knows what you're doing. 

"Hey!" 

He swipes at the cake and the next thing you know; you've also got some frosting decorating each of your cheeks as you laugh. 

Then Jungkook takes the fork and gets a piece of the cake, holding it for you to eat. 

You do, the sweetness coating your tongue perfectly. 

Just what you needed. 

The guests keep complimenting halmeoni on a job well done as the cake is both stunning to look at and tastes incredible. 

She smiles and thanks them humbly, always the sweetheart. 

You set the plate down and grab a napkin, turning to wipe the frosting off your husband's cheek before he returns the gesture. 

You reach for your glass but as you're about to grab it to take a sip, you start to feel funny and the cup slips from your grasp. 

"J-"

Thankfully, he was right by your side when the seizure started, holding on to your waist and supporting your weight as you stare blankly ahead. 

"I've got you, sweetpea," he whispers, watching your face while making sure you're safe. 

It only lasts about a minute before he sees your gaze come back into focus and you blink, looking around slowly in confusion. 

"Kook?"

"You're okay," he says gently, one hand still around your waist keeping you steady, and the other coming up to cup your cheek, "You had a seizure, love."

You gulp and look at him with tears in your eyes, but he shakes his head and smiles sweetly at you, "It only lasted a minute, you're okay. Everything's okay, no one even noticed."

Nodding, you blink back the tears. 

"Take some deep breaths, baby," he instructs you, breathing slowly with you and nodding encouragingly as you start to feel more grounded, "Thaaat's it, good girl." 

His warm hand cupping your cheek is helpful in bringing you back to where you are, the sounds of the celebration coming back as you continue to look in his eyes. 

"Hey, is everything alright? ____, you okay?"

Taehyung is the only one that noticed something was happening as he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

You nod as Jungkook tucks some hair behind your ear and answers for you, "She's okay, just a small seizure, no biggie."

"Is there anything I can do?" Tae asks. 

Jungkook looks at him, thinking for a second, "Would you mind getting her a glass of water? You can meet us in the lounge area."

Tae nods and leaves quickly. 

You let Jungkook keep a hold of you while he leads you just outside the basement doors into a small lounge where there are a few couches. The sound of the music fades as the doors close. 

Sitting down on the longest middle couch, you bite your lip. 

"S-sorry..."

Jungkook kneels in front of where you sit, leaning forward and kissing your forehead sweetly, "Nothing to apologize for, baby."

The music drifts into the lounge briefly as Tae comes in, then it fades again as he shuts the door behind him. 

"Here's some water, ____. Yeona also suggested getting you some crackers."

You thank him as he sits next to you and hands you the glass, watching as you take a few sips and then handing you a cracker to nibble on. 

Jungkook stays on the ground at your feet, his hand rubbing up and down on your lower leg, just under your dress. 

Feeling a bit choked up, you swallow the lump in your throat. 

The way they both care for you is something you still have yet to grow used to, even though it's been the norm for a while now. 

It just makes your heart hurt in such a good way, healing parts of you that you hadn't known were broken. 

"Are your feet sore?" Jungkook asks, pulling you back to the present. 

You nod hesitantly, your cheeks heating up when he ever so gently pulls your shoes off and starts to rub your stockinged feet. 

It truly feels like you're being treated like a queen, much to Jungkook's intent. 

He wants to make sure you know how important you are to him, how much he loves you and will always love you. 

click.

You and Jungkook look over to where Tae is standing now, the polaroid in his hand and a huge grin on his face. 

"What? You think I'd let this opportunity pass?" He scoffs, "I'll take every chance I can to document the proof of how much Jungkook is a fucking simp for you, ____. Your future kids will never let you live this down, Kook."

You look at Jungkook to see him chuckle, but it seems a bit sad as he looks back down at your feet and bites his lip. 

"I w-wonder what Lotus would s-say about this," you pipe up, to distract him, "Do you th-think he would die, kn-knowing the girl he's tr-trying to kill would be th-the one who’s feet he's rubbing now?"

Jungkook and Tae burst into laughter at your joke, the awkward silence completely dissolving into thin air. 

"He'd have a damn heart attack and croak," Tae guffaws, "I'd pay to see the look on his face."

Jungkook shakes his head as he laughs, cheeks tinted pink. 

When he looks back up at you, his heart aches in his chest at the look you give him. 

"I love you," you mouth, your big eyes shining brighter than he's ever seen. 

"I love you too," he whispers back as Tae shakes the image coming from the camera and blabs on about how well the whole day has gone. 

Better than you had ever dreamed of. 

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Your feet are killing you even more than they were during your little break in the lounge area. 

It's nearly nine at night and most of the guests have gone home to put their kids to bed, but a lot of them stayed, partying until they couldn't anymore. 

Yeona hugs you tightly and kisses your cheek before pulling back, "Have a great time, and be sure to take a lot of pictures!" 

Taehyung hugs Jungkook before hugging you just as tight, "Keep him in line, babe. He's a troublemaker," he winks at Jungkook, who shakes his head with a laugh, "Jeon, you better get good pics, or I'll kill you myself."

"Why do you guys doubt me so much??" Jungkook asks incredulously as your friends laugh.

Jimin is the last one to hug you, holding you tighter than anyone so far, "Stay safe and have a wonderful time, ____. You deserve it so much."

"Thank you, J-Jimin." 

You wipe at your eyes when he pulls away, letting him squeeze your hand. 

"Get some sleep on the flight, okay?" Jimin reminds you sweetly.

You nod before Taehyung cuts in loudly, "Yeah, just because you just got married doesn't mean you can get freaky on the plane-"

"Kim Taehyung!" Yeona hollers as your face turns bright red. 

You glance at Jungkook to see a hand covering his eyes as if he believes that if he can't see his best friend, he doesn't exist. 

"What?! I'm serious!"

Tae winces when halmeoni smacks him on the back of the head. 

He rubs the sore spot, pouting, "It's not like I'm the only one thinking it-"

"Have a wonderful honeymoon!!" Yeona shouts happily, cutting off anything else her foolish boyfriend might decide to say.

You thank her again, then pull Jungkook towards the front where a sleek black car is waiting to take you to the airport, waving to everyone as you leave. 

Jimin brought you a change of clothes and your luggage, he and Yeona are going to take your dress and all of your gifts to the apartment for you, so you don't have to worry. 

The small crowd of friends continue to shout their goodbyes while you run to the car and Jungkook opens the door for you, letting you slide in before climbing in after you, waving once more and then shutting the door. 

It’s silent for a second.

"Fucking assclown," Jungkook growls, his face dropping into his hands. 

You can feel the embarrassment physically seeping off of him. 

"The airport?" The driver confirms. 

"Yes, p-please," you say kindly, "Thank y-you."

"Of course," The driver then pushes a button, and a black screen goes up, separating the back from the front, so that you and Jungkook can have some privacy. 

"I'm s-sorry, Kook..."

You watch as he stays hidden in his hands for a second before his shoulders shake a little with laughter, which brings a smile to your face. 

When he finally takes his hands from his face and looks at you, you can see how deep his blush is, even in the darkened car. 

"What the fuck goes on in that brain of his?" 

You shrug, your mouth twisting in an attempt to not laugh. 

But when you see Jungkook losing his own fight not to smile, you break, giggles slipping from your mouth as he shakes his head and leans back into the car seat with a loud groan.

"He's lucky we won't see him again for the next two weeks."

"He r-really is, I w-was scared you were g-g-gonna punch him."

"I almost did. Freaking dumbass."

It's silent save for your little chuckles for the next few minutes. 

Then you look over at him when you feel his gaze on you. 

"What?" You ask in a tiny voice, seeing him look at you in a way you can’t quite decipher. 

"Nothing."

"No, t-tell me."

"I just love you is all," he says quietly, reaching over and taking your hand, "I can't wait to spend the next few weeks alone with you. And then the rest of our lives."

His words make your heart skip a beat, then it starts beating faster when he leans over and kisses your cheek, then your chin. 

"Do you think he can see through that divider?" Jungkook mumbles, placing another kiss on your jaw. 

"I- I d-don't know," your tummy is doing little flips as he kisses along your jawline before pulling back and smirking at your flushed cheeks. 

"I'm kidding sweetpea; I wouldn't take that chance. I'm impatient, but I'm not that impatient."

A nervous laugh slips from your lips and a low chuckle falls from his. 

"Not yet anyway."

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[yanderes-galore]

Can you do a yan chris scenario from re5 reacting to his darling who got brainwashed by wesker instead of Jill and she acts EXTREMELY violent towards him and sheva and once they defeat her she starts crying please ?

Chris is like the second character that gets angst requests for Resident Evil other than Leon/j

Poor man's going to suffer. I had trouble making him full out Yandere as he's usually just overprotective. Yet I hope I made a good story either way.

Mediation

Yandere! Chris Redfield (RE5) Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Implied past relationship, Implied past toxic relationship, Overprotective behavior, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Angst, Implied murder, Chris is losing it, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Moral conflict, Love/Hate relationship.

Feral. That was the word that came to mind when Chris saw how you acted. To think Wesker had done this to you....

You were nothing but a puppet. Masked and dressed in black, meant serve orders you had no idea were wrong. None of this was your fault.

You had no idea how many you killed. You weren't sentient enough to understand the virus you were spreading. Chris felt he couldn't blame you.

Sheva was kind enough to help him track you. It hurt him to know you were suffering at the hands of Wesker. If only you two didn't part ways-

If only you two didn't fight. If only he convinced he knew what was best for you. If only he tried harder.

He was told his overprotective behavior was unhealthy back then...

Was this much better?

Was you being used as some pretty puppet by Wesker better than Chris? Were you happy mindlessly fighting Chris like some feral animal? Was it fun pinning him to the ground and hitting him over and over and over.

Perhaps he deserved it...

You didn't deserve this fate, however.

Vigorously, Chris pulls at the P30 scarab on your chest. Sheva holds down your screaming and struggling body to aid her friend. Tears blur his vision, especially at your pain.

"Let me go!" You cry and are promptly ignored. Snapping is heard as the device breaks free before being crushed in Chris's hands. His face is filled with anger that burns within him.

Wesker will pay.

Your body stops moving in Sheva's arms, laying limp against her. Chris quickly grabs you from his partner before she can do anything.

"Give me (Y/N)... Wake up, please.... Come on, it's me, Chris...!"

He leans in, softly kissing your forehead.

"You know me... I love you...!"

While to him such words were true, if you felt the same was a mystery now. Ever since the fight you may not even like him. Such details weren't important to him right this second.

When you open your eyes, tears cloud your vision. Sheva watches you two, frowning when she notices the tears from both of you. Reunited at last... for better or for worse.

"(Y/N)... there's no need to cry-"

Chris holds you closer once hearing you hiccup and sputter. Tears stream down your face when sobs rip themselves from your throat. You were so confused, scared, pained...

You were also in Chris's arms again.

Chris... the very man who you fought with. The one who got you into this mess with his paranoia. In a way, he was right. This world is not as it used to be.

While you were thankful he saved you... you hated being in his arms. You didn't love him anymore, not with his behavior. Yet that same fixation saved your life....

For that... you feel you should be thankful.

But you can't stop crying.

Chris holding you tight is meant to feel nice. The affectionate circles he rubs on your back is meant to feel calming. Chris was your savior now.

Although back then he was your tormentor.

You weakly pull away, sitting on your knees and sobbing. Right now, you were confused. Should you feel happy? Should you still resent him?

Was this redeemable enough to tolerate him again?

"(Y/N)..."

You look towards him. Tears make your cheeks glisten in the light of the room. Chris frowns, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder. In response you don't move.

"You're safe now... I'll keep you safe like I promised."

You sniff, looking away from him.

"...Am I?"

"Yes, you are. We traveled a long way to find you, (L/N)."

Sheva gives you a smile, completely unaware of the full past you and Chris share. How naive.... You can't blame her for trusting Chris.

At one point you did, giving him all the love he could've asked for.

"I'll take your word for it."

You're then pulled into Chris's chest again, fresh tears dripping onto your neck. You wanted to push him away... yet you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Part of you missed this....

"Chris..." Sheva sighs, sensing your discomfort. "(Y/N)'s been through a lot, we need to go find Wesker."

"I don't want to leave again..."

"Wesker did this, Chris." Sheva continues, trying to get him off you. "Let's finish this... for (Y/N)."

That seemed to catch Chris's attention, the man pulling away and standing up. He wipes his eyes and looks down at you, the one he loves the most....

"(Y/N), stay safe. A safety team will pick you up."

Chris then smiles towards you. It starts loving... then distorts to unhinged. He was going to end this.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine... I'll serve you Wesker's head on a platter."

That threat echoes in your ears. While Chris walks away with Sheva, you're left with your skin crawling at his tone. He was so sinster....

You worry for Chris's mental health. He was bad before, now he's even worse. All this bioweapon nonsense was wearing his rational mind down.

Part of you wishes him luck. The other hopes you can finally part ways in peace. You have a feeling Chris would never leave your life until the end of it, however....

Love him or hate him... he still felt like part of you.

He saved you even after everything... now you don't think you can hate him fully.

He loves you, always will.

No matter what he does to keep you by him, morally correct or not, he's your only sense of normalcy.

Perhaps that's why you still love him... and he's obsessed with you.

You both wish for normalcy.

[maximotts]

*walks up to the mic, shaking and pulls out a piece of paper that rolls out as a list like that scene in SpongeBob.* hmmm I will have to come back…

ANYWAYS okay I have come here because I miss wittle babie angel wanda and I wuv her and I am her protector but I’m also thinking about running around during the day, just doing lil errands yk and she’s so happy. She loves doing errands with you. But just throughout the day you just randomly tug on a feather of her wings. Just one at a time. At first it doesn’t do much and she doesn’t even fully realize it’s happen but gradually she gets needier and needier and by the end of it she’s all out of breath and just bdnod

*I be back*

Welcome to the symposium, kittredge katterina. Allow me to respond normally to your first point..

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Playing with her wings is so top tier!! Maybe the first couple of times she brushes it off as you wanting to guide her along because you know how she gets with crowds and you want to keep her feeling safe so she tries to ignore how tickly it’s making her feel.

But then after a while, going in and out of various stores, Wanda’s struggling to not be so obvious in rubbing her thighs together. And she’s embarrassed because you’re not acting like anything is wrong –you’re showing her new clothes and different stuffies, everything you know she loves seeing when she gets to visit the human levels– but all she can think about is how she wishes she could ask you to nibble at the base of her wings like you did this one time…

Eventually you can’t pretend to ignore her heavy breathing, the clingy way Wanda is holding your arm in both of hers, the little mewls she’s letting out each time you brush her wings now, “What’s wrong, Wands? Are you tired?”

Wanda just shakes her head, oblivious to your playing dumb, beckoning you to bend down so she can whisper in your ear, “I think I need to uhm, you know..”

“Need to what, pee? Is that why you keep squirming?” Wanda’s frowning now, frustrated because she can’t say what she wants, especially not in public, but you hold firm, grinning as you slowly walk her over to the back of the store where it’s darker and there are far few humans around.

Your hand stays on her back, thumb brushing the underside of her wings, right where the tiniest feathers are fluttering; if her thoughts get any fuzzier she thinks the tears of desperation in her eyes will spill over. With a quick glance around she notices the two of you are alone for the moment and takes the opportunity to grab your free hand and press your open palm to the front of her dress, right over her lower belly. “The butterflies are back..”

Which is Wanda’s cute little codeword to tell you what she wanted, the first way you’d tried to describe to the clueless angel what arousal feels like; now she uses it to express her feelings without saying anything ‘bad.’ “Yeah? Lift your dress, let me see how worked up my needy little angel got herself.”

[ladybellissima]

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 7

The whole way back to their home he was silent. Sitting beside him and looking down to the floor, (Y/N) felt exhausted and sad.

How could things get so terrible wrong?

Katakuri was frustrated and angered about himself and what happened. Never was he loosing his temper before the others. He always tried to stay strong and collected to be the perfect brother everyone admired, everyone wished. And from one moment to another she was able to scratch his facade.

The ship entered their island and without to wait Katakuri got up and left quickly. She could see in the way he was moving that he was holding back badly. Shaken she left the ship as well and followed his way. Reaching his house he slammed the door shut and let it tremble of his power. (Y/N) stopped for a moment to think.

Should she go inside? She knew what would happen. Did she really want that? Or should she just leave? Normally he was this emotionless and cold person, keeping his words by himself or giving short answers. But seeing him like that, she knew she stepped across a line, which she shouldn't. Wouldn't it be better if she just disappears? He seemed always stressed, maybe it would be better to go?

"Ridiculous..I am thinking so much nonsense… Alone his thoughts to always obey the rules wouldn't let that happen. He would stuck with me even if he is unhappy, like he is right now. Plus if I would find a way out, they sure would find me and kill me for disobeying the rules…", she thought frustrated.

"I am such a burden to him and a shame…I really started to like him. Felt happy the moment he showed interest. How pathetic of me to think this would work."

(Y/N) thought that she got over the forced marriage and made a step forward, but now standing here she felt terrible like at the beginning of this life. Lonely, broken and clueless.

It pained her to get such thoughts about leaving him after realizing that she enjoyed being with Katakuri. She was happy to make his desserts every day. She really was feeling alright to stay this way and maybe more, but he was so cold. Every short and harsh word felt like to be stabbed by a knife. Why couldn't he just talk things out with her in a normal way? What was bothering him so much that he acted like that? She knew he could be different, so why?

Sighing she decided to take whatever would come and got inside. A deadly silence lingered in the air and in an instant she felt cold. Walking along the corridors she reached her room to wait until he would speak to her or maybe he would punish her with a lifetime silence, but surprised she stopped at her doorframe.

"Took you long enough to come.", Katakuri was sitting on a chair, his arms and legs crossed while giving her his ice cold look. Rubbing her arm uneasy she watched the floor.

"Katakuri..i.", she finally spoke while a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I what?", he shouted and smacked his hand on the table next to him and broke it. Jumping back of the loud noise she grabbed the fabric of her dress for support. God was he scary like that.

"Do you realize in which trouble you are?" his voice boomed through her room and even blew her hair back from the power.

"I am sorry…", she whispered frightened.

"For what? That you put yourself in danger? That you offended Mama? Or that you really were that stupid to make a deal?!", he growled and got up.

"I.. I.. Just wanted to take the burden. It was my mistake after all for speaking against her…"

"Keep quiet! Take the burden!? You don't have any idea what that means! If you just have stayed quiet I could have offer her invading an island or make a damn mission. But no… You.. You…", he growled frustrated.

"I am sorry that I caused you so much trouble. I didn't know that speaking like that was wrong. Pudding is beautiful and it was cruel of her to treat her so low. How should I know that it's normal to accept such awful behavior if you don't tell me… ", (Y/N) spoke and in a way she got mad as well. He treated her unfair. Katakuri realized that he should have prepared her better for this event. (Y/N) was completely clueless of how and what his siblings could and would do.

"We all always obey and accept what Mama does. You should know, you are here too, because of her will. I once told you to shut up and behave! How could you be so stupid.", he snapped and shouted, which let his emotions flow. (Y/N)'s eyes widened and tears rolled down her face.

"Do you understand what you have done? Making a deal with my mother always ends bad. If you make a mistake who knows what she is gonna do with you! You could loose your lifespan. Damn it.", he balled his fists in anger of how helpless this situation was.

"I will take this burden with all i got. I am just a toy anyway… ", (Y/N) shot back hurt.

"You are my wife. I am responsible for your actions. We signed it with our lifes.", he growled angered while his heart pained.

"You treat me so awful, I can't stand it anymore. You don't have to take responsibility for me. I am not a child Katakuri."

"Then stop acting like one and do as you are told. You are under me! And you are not allowed to do things on your own. Don't you dare disgracing me like that again. ", he shouted into her face and took her breath away. Shocked she fell silent and avoid his strained look. He could see that he had broken her and felt completely helpless. He wasn't able to control his feelings anymore. Breathing heavily from his outburst he looked down to her eyes, which lost their beautiful sparkle and only showed sadness. God he was so angry. She got from one trouble to another and he couldn't stop any of them. Katakuri wasn't able to keep her safe. He, the strongest of the sweet commanders wasn't able to keep the woman which he fell deeply for safe. She let his pokerface break so easily. He couldn't believe it. And on top of that he treated her like trash.

He was just worried. So damn worried about her.

"You are right. I made you trouble and put the townspeople in danger of my mistake with the doughnuts. I will pay the price and stay here from now on and obey like the toy I am. ", (Y/N) spoke calmly while tears rolled down her beautiful face.

"I.. (Y/N)… Damn it", Katakuri growled and left her. Slamming the door, (Y/N) was surprised that it didn't broke like the table. Slowly walking towards her bed she got inside and just cried, while Katakuri's angered shouts echoed through the corridors.

It hurted so much. For Big mom it was so comfortable to speak about her like she wasn't even worth breathing the same air like her. This feeling to be so helpless and not able to leave was unbearable, but with the time she would had been able to endure it. Her looks, her harsh words, because there was always a place where she had wanted to come back to calm down. It was by his side. Now Katakuri took that away as well. With one final shout he showed her what she really was in his eyes. A low life under him with no right to even think.

"to think that I got feelings for him…", she shook her head in disbelief and buried her face in her blankets.

On the other side Katakuri slammed the door open of his room and got into the bathroom. Splashing water into his face he looked into his reflection in the mirror.

" You idiot… "

The broken pieces of the mirror fell down to the floor, shattering across the room. Soon she would run away. Soon he had to explain that he was alone again and deal with the consequences of not having the doughnuts his mother desires. He didn't care. No pain, no mission or fight would be as horrible as the moment she looked up to him with this empty, broken gaze.

"Ma…Master Katakuri?"

Hearing one of his servants by the door Katakuri splashed his face once more.

"What?", he growled pissed and could feel the shivering of his butler.

"Your mother wants to speak with you. She is on the snail transponder. It's about preparations for the wedding of Lady Pudding.", he stuttered and bowed before him.

Sighing he pinched his nose and left torwards his office to respond. Big mom could hear him grumbling on the other line and smirked.

" What's the matter? Trouble in paradise? ", she spoke in a mocking tone.

"No everythings fine Mama."

Nothing was fine in the slightest.

"Good to hear. How is my little cupcake (Y/N)? Hopefully she is in the kitchen to make my dessert? Tomorrow would be fine for me."

Katakuri thought about what to say. Never in the world would he ever be able to get doughnuts from her again. With her condition he thought it was possible that she would give up on his mother's deal as well.

" She is working on it Mama…. ", he lied bitterly and heard her amused laugh.

"Good good good. I heard that you got angry of her, because she was acting inappropriate. Always show your authority my son. She have to know her place. I was heartbroken to get treated like that. Out of all my children I didn't expect that from my strongest son's wife who has my trust. It's true, but with her doughnuts its completely forgiven. A girl with such a talent is very precious. You should be very grateful Katakuri that I got you such a beautiful and talented wife. ", she spoke happily, while Katakuri's sick feeling got worse.

" Yes mama. I am… ", he spoke strained and heard her laugh.

" Well I want you to come back. There are important things I have to discuss with you about the wedding. It has top priority so don't you dare skip it.", she spoke happily but with a dangerous glint in her tone.

The call ended and Katakuri sighed deeply. How on earth would he be able to bring (Y/N) along the wedding with an act that everything was alright? There were reporters coming too and if she wasn't enjoying the feast she would be punished again.

"God (Y/N)…. I am so sorry…"

He wished he was able to say it. Just spit those words out, but the fear of rejection. The fear to hear her scream at him or calling him a Monster, which he was, let his mouth shut again. Everyone could call him that, but not (Y/N). He wouldn't be able to handle it.

Leaving the room he walked along the corridor to leave to whole cake chateau. On the way he past her room and still her crying was heard. Servants gave him a frightened and sad look while passing his wife's door.

"Watch over her while I am out. Bring her some food.", he ordered shortly and left his home. Maybe his new duty would give him time to clear his mind.

Hopefully

[livingbrother]

LO and it's portrayal of S/A

A rant by someone who just finished EP. 98 and is incredibly furious

Cw: Mentions of S/A, it's effects, too much swearing, ED mention, personal stuff that happened to yours truly, lots of other stuff too, just no idea what to tag it as

Don't read this if you're not mentally doing well, I don't want you getting hurt because of my post, I love you, feel better soon

Boy. Oh fucking boy. I just got through episode 98 of this shit show and, I'll just say, I am beyond furious. Livid, in fact.

For context, I am a survivor or sexual abuse and mental abuse, I have dealt with those who act sort of like Apollo, I was never raped, but I was molested as a child. I, as a survivor, feel nothing but rage at how Rachel portrayed Apollo being a rapist. The way he acts is incredibly unrealistic for an abuser, as somebody who dealt with two abusers with Narcissistic Personality Disorder (I'm not saying everyone who has NPD are villains, I'm just saying what I went through), I see what Rachel was trying, but oh so tragically failed, to do. He tried to control, manipulate, and gaslight Persephone. Only for none of it to work, that's not how ANY of it fucking works!

Where is the fucking control, other than just fucking raping her? I get he wants to take the power away from her and be the one to control her, but I've seen none of that! I get she has PTSD over it (I'LL GET TO THIS POINT AGAIN). I NEVER GOT THE SENSE THAT SHE WAS POWERLESS EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE SCENE. I HAVE NEVER SEEN HER QUESTION IF THAT WAS HIS INFLUENCE PICKING HER DRESSES, OR FUCKING EVEN HER FOOD! WHEN I WAS LIVING WITH ONE OF MY ABUSERS, SHE'D PICK OUT MY OUTFITS, ONE'S I HATED, AND I STILL CHOOSE SOME OF THOSE OUTFITS, TO THIS DAY! WHERE WAS HER LOSS OF CONTROL? SHE NEVER FELT ISOLATED, SHE NEVER FELT LIKE SHE WAS TRAPPED. YES. SHE WAS TRAPPED IN THAT ONE ROOM WITH HIM, BUT EVEN THEN! SHE HAD LEVERAGE OVER HIM WITH THE FUCKING LYRE. Ugh.

About her realizing she was raped, um. Excuse me? A lot of victims don't realize they were raped or abused until like, months or years later. I'm glad for the ones who instantly realized it, good for them. Given Persephone's personality and experience with the world, she wouldn't have known it was rape because she's not accustomed to dating and sexual culture. On top of that, she isn't really seen actually distressed when she remembers, oh, and lets not forget that she WAS FUCKING FINE WITH TOUCH AND PHYSICAL FLIRTING DAYS AFTER HER ASSAULT. Let me remind you that I have been through this thing myself, you do not just omg I was just assaulted! time to go let someone touch me! Nonono, you spend years jumping when people touch you, years of moving when someone tries to grab your shoulder, years of pushing someone's hand off your arm, years screaming when you get a hug. And then, maybe from flashbacks, maybe from googling things, you discover you were molested! And then it alllllll makes sense. I understand if she became hypersexual, cause same, but that usually doesn't set in until a good long while.

I also hate how Apollo is written, he should have stayed as a shitty ex boyfriend or whatever the fuck Rachel was gonna make him, he just comes across as a cartoonish villain than an abuser. The man just fucking rubs his hands together and fucking goes I'll get you next time my pretty! I fucking HATE his writing so goddamn much. I understand wanting to make him pushy, egotistical, and insecure, they're some of the hallmarks of the pushy nice guy she was going for. But when it comes to him being abusive, it's like watching a bad joke. Rapists don't usually, you know, CATCH FEELINGS FOR THEIR VICTIM (correct me if I'm wrong), unless it's to lure them back in to hurt them again. She made him so obviously evil it hurts, abusers don't usually act that way, they put on a pretty smile, act kind, and behind closed doors, act shitty. I respect 97-98 for getting that part right, but too many times, too many fucking times Rachel has gotten that wrong. I have dealt with this myself, my mother did this exact thing, she even put on the pretty smile for me so even I, somebody who knew he was being tormented, questioned whether or not I was being abused! We never see this with Persephone! We never see her getting gaslit with this, she never questions her reality! She knows everything that's going on for sure! I know what Rachel was aiming for, and she failed miserably!

God, on top of this, we never really get to see Persephone's PTSD unless the story fuckin says Apollo's here! She's never really fucking affected by her rape, we don't see her jump from touches, refuse sexual advanced from Hades, yeah, sure, we see her afraid of camera flashes, but that's about it!!!!!!!! She never really experiences the effects of s/a! I developed an ED and agoraphobia from my abuse! Where the fuck is that?! That would have been a lot more fucking interesting than the slop we fucking got!

I know I've missed some things, but I need to calm down before I pop a blood vessel. I might revisit this post when I'm less angry, I just needed to rant.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I realize this is a touchy subject (feel free to ignore this request if you don't feel comfortable writing about it) but I want to request a piece in which the reader has been sexually assaulted.

I, unfortunately, experienced this myself and I am well on my way in my healing process, which makes it easy for me to talk about it. I am currently in a healthy relationship but due to traumas I haven't had sex in months. my fear was triggered when my lovely boyfriend got a bit too pushy in the bedroom.

I know that sex was a must for most men back then. but can you write a little bit about how Anthony would react if he finds out that the reason behind the readers' reluctance is because of trauma related to her past with sexual assault?

I am asking you this because you are a wonderful writer and your writings bring me comfort. sending you lots of love -y

A/n: please do not apologize, I will be happy to write this for you. That means a lot knowing my work helps you and I am so sorry that you ever had to go through something like that.

If you ever need to vent, I am here!

Warnings: Mentions of SA { will tag the proper triggers }

Anthony loved you, more than anything. The moment he laid his eyes upon you he found himself drawn to you. You were far different than any woman he’s met though on your wedding night you refused him. He couldn’t understand why? Did he do something wrong. When he kissed you, you seemed fine yet when he slid his hand under your dress you tensed, a whimper escaping your lips, a tear sliding down your cheek.

He could not act on his desires, how could he when you were so afraid. Instead he held you close, your fingers clutching his shirt tightly. His hand rubbing your back gently until you fell asleep. Maybe he should ask his mother about it? She just know what troubles you so.

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Violet frowned shaking her head, she placed her hand upon her husbands shoulders. “It is not my place to tell you Anthony. You need to ask her yourself but she says nothing then you need to accept it and give her time.”

That confused Anthony even more so when he went to ask you, he watched your form shrink even more. Seeing look like a skittish mouse broke his heart. He did not want you to be afraid of him. That was the last thing he wanted. “Y/n…talk to me…please….as your husband it is my job to protect you.” Sitting next to you he grasped your hand gently. “Please.” He whispered.

“I am afraid you will no longer love me Anthony.”

Placing his hand on your cheek, you tensed then slowly relaxed into his touch. “That is impossible, I could never stop loving you.”

Biting your lip you gave him a weak smile, swallowing the lump in your throat you started to explain to him what happened to you before you met Anthony. You told him about the man who tried to court you. Your refusal and how angry he got, you told him what he did to you. You sobbed as he pulled you into his arms, his hand messaging your back as he placed tentative kiss to your head.

He could feel anger course through his veins, he wanted to find that man. He wanted to find and Jill him for putting you through that pain. But this was not about him, this was about you. This will always be about helping you and he would do anything to make you comfortable.

“I am here for you Y/n. I will always be by your side, nothing will change that, nothing will change my love for you…know matter how long it may take I will be here.”

Sniffling, you let out another sob giving him a weak smile as you felt Anthony brush your tears away, shaking your head your pressed you face into his chest as he continued to pet your head.

“Thank you.”

“You have nothing to thank me for my dear….now get some rest.” He shifted his body so you were more comfortable, your head now resting on his chest clinging to him. “I will be here when you wake up.”

[everyonezgirlfriend]

REDAMANCY - two

BLAIR'S POV - September 4th, 2007

I didn't speak to Toby for the rest of the weekend, and I dreaded sitting next to him in home room. I wished I still had home room with Alice, but she got moved because of the way she argued with the teacher.

I sat down in my seat, Toby coming in shortly after.

"You weren't home this morning," he said, "I came to pick you up, but your mom said you'd already left."

"Maybe you should've told me you were coming to get me," I said, not bothering to turn my head to look at him.

"I pick you up every morning. Kind of relied on you to be there like you are every morning."

"And I relied on you to take me for dinner, maybe we're not very reliable people."

"Come on, baby, I'm sorry. I texted you a million times apologising. I just needed to clear my head, it was the perfect opportunity. I know I should've told you, and I'm sorry, I'll take you out to dinner this Friday, I swear on my life."

"We'll see if your promise holds up."

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September 8th, 2007

His promise did hold up. After school on Friday I went home and got dressed, not going all out this time, worried he'd break his promise yet again. But he didn't. He showed up at my house at 5:45pm sharp, handing me a bouquet of flowers, pink tulips.

"Your favourite, right?" He asked. They weren't, but I nodded. At least he'd tried. He took me out to dinner, to a fancier restaurant than I thought he would. I suddenly felt out of place in my semi casual clothes, but he assured me I looked beautiful.

I knew exactly what he was doing, but I couldn't help but fall for it. The waiter assured us we were a lovely couple, and an older woman told us we reminded her of her and her husband when they were younger. Surely this is how it was meant to be, me and Toby.

"You look so amazing," Toby said for the fifth time tonight. We were only half way through our meal.

"You keep telling me," I said, smiling.

"I can't help it. Can't help but look at you. Do you like this place?"

"It's so fancy."

"I know, I had to bring you somewhere amazing if I was gonna make it up to you. I really am sorry, Blair. I don't know what came over me, the guys convinced me, but I shouldn't listen to them, not all the time, at least. From now on, you're gonna be my top priority, I'm never gonna do anything you don't want me to."

I smiled and went back to eating, trying to make myself believe his words. Instead, I changed the topic to school, something neither of us could really like about.

"So, Miss Adamski's tells me I need a tutor for chemistry. She's worried I'm gonna fail my finals if I don't 'get my act together'."

"Really? I thought you were pretty smart."

"I am. I'm getting A's and B's in my other classes, but chemistry's just stupid."

"I'm getting an A in chemistry, maybe I could tutor you."

"I brought you up to her, she said having my boyfriend tutor me would be too distracting. She's probably not wrong. She's gonna pick someone for me, I'll find out who it is on Monday. It's so annoying though, I have to do it in my free time, and I have to go to their house, or they have to come to mine. All it's gonna do is fill up mine and someone else's schedules."

"I get that, but it's for the best, right? This way, you'll do amazingly in all of your subjects. If you're good at everything else, you have the potential to be good at chemistry, you just need that extra push."

"You sound like my mom."

"I don't mind that, your mom's a smart woman."

I laughed. "She'd love you for saying that."

"Doesn't she love me already?"

"You're my boyfriend, Toby. Of course she doesn't."

Toby laughed, and everything seemed good again, I felt happy in my relationship. When we finished eating, I decided to sleep over at Toby's house. He took me to my place and I packed a bag, then we drove to his.

I lay down on his bed, cuddling up to him sleepily. He smiled down at me, rubbing my shoulder.

"So, have I officially made it up to you?" He asked.

"You have."

I leaned up to kiss Toby and his hand snaked onto my hip. I let his hand wander, but stopped him when it came around the front of my body, towards my inner thigh.

Toby and I had been together two years and never had sex. He'd sometimes get on my case for it, but it was one of the few things he didn't force me to do. I wasn't ready. Or maybe I just didn't wanna have sex with him. I didn't really know.

"I think I wanna go to sleep," I said. He rolled his eyes and just turned around, and that's how out night ended.

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