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darlingshane · 11 months

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Todo Tuyo (All Yours)

Pairing: Criminal!Shane Walsh x Spanish!Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Some bonds are unable to explain, and yours with Shane has always been a mystery. No matter how many times he's hurt you, you always ended up taking back his sorry ass. This time, after three years gone, when he comes back, you're married and pregnant. And not even that can challenge that bond.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Heavy Angst, Smut, Pregnancy Kink, Breeding Kink, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Vaginal Sex, Complicated Relationships, DV, Abuse, Mention of drugs and violence, bittersweet ending.

Word Count: 10.9k

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A/N: A few important things you should know before reading since I couldn't sum it all up:

— The DV and Abuse warnings don't apply to Shane. — Reader's husband is the abuser. — This is kind of a Dark!Shane version, but he's soft for reader, I promise! — I wrote this as a Spanish!Speaking Reader. — Shane is fluent in Spanish. He learned for her. — I tried to keep Spanish down to a few sentences only, but I translated them all in (bold, italic parenthesis like this). — I won't be translating however all the pet names, just when I need to. But for reference – Shane calls reader 'Corazón' (it means heart, it's the equivalent of Sweetheart) and Reader calls Shane 'Cielo' (it means sky, and it's just like Sweetheart or Honey.)

“What the hell are you doing here?”

You only cracked the door as far as the chain on the lock let you. Through it, you could only see half of your ex-boyfriend's face shadowed under a worn-out baseball cap from Jim’s Body Shop. A handful of curls stuck out on the sides. His chin had a nice shadow from a three-day stubble, and the bags below his eyes gave away that he had been up for longer than he should have. He was still the hottest motherfucker you’ve ever laid your eyes on. No matter how much time had passed since the last time you saw him, Shane Walsh aged just like wine and all you wanted to do is pour yourself a cup of that.

That’s how strong was his hold on you.

You didn't have to be a genius to see that he wanted something from you. That was his MO, he only showed up when he was in trouble and had no one to turn to but poor old sucker you, who never had the guts to kick him to the curb.

“I need a place to stay for a couple of nights,” he said under a breath.

“Things have changed. You can’t stay here this time.”

“Look, I know it's been a while but–”

“A while?” you scoffed. “It's been three years, Shane.”

“I know that. But I don't really have anywhere else to go right now. I drove all the way from Wyoming just to see you. One night. That’s all I'm asking, Corazón. I won't get in your hair. I promise.”

You hated saying no to him, even after all this time. Even after all the times he's let you down, you couldn’t stand seeing him hurt with nowhere to go, but this time there was nothing you could do to help him. Except…

“I could get you a room at The Sennott for half off. If you need money…”

“No, keep your money. I'll work something out. Could I…”

“What?”

“Before I go, you think I could have a cup of coffee with you?”

You shook your head as his face leaned closer to the door frame.

“C'mon, baby, just one for old times,” his plush lips barely mumbled.

You caught a glimpse of those big, sad puppy eyes of his he pulled off so well. Whether it was genuine, it didn’t matter. The fact is that it worked like a charm and against your better judgment, you sighted, unlatched the chain and welcomed him into your home.

After all that time gone, you still had a soft stop from him, and you doubt that’ll ever change. Alas, he’d always be the man you’ve loved the most. That sucks for you and for him. Cause he has a tendency to disappear on you when you most need him, and after the last time, you decided that you wouldn't be waiting for him anymore.

“Wow, you’re pregnant,” taking off his cap, his eyes grew wide when he stepped inside the house.

“No me digas.” (You don’t say.)

It was hard to miss. You were seven months along already and couldn’t even believe it happened so fast.

Your palm drew the curve of your rounded belly over the t-shirt you were wearing. The hem barely touched the top of your thighs, and that’s where he looked next.

“You always had beautiful legs, Corazón,” he smirked, placing the backpack he was carrying on a chair.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” you turned around and thought about all those times your thighs were wrapped around his head while he ate your pussy.

“It never did,” Shane scoffed, fixing his messed up curls.

You picked up the carafe from the machine, filled a mug with coffee without even bothering with heating it up.

“Five minutes. He’ll be here soon,” you said firmly, handing over the mug.

“I’ve always liked it cold anyway,” he lifted the cup up to his lips as you leaned on the counter. “You’re not having any?”

“It’s not good for the baby.”

“Oh, right.”

“What have you been up to, anyway?”

“Do you really wanna know?”

“Not really,” you crossed your arms and paused. “I guess I thought I deserved to know why you didn’t come back when you said you would. I saw Rick a few months ago and said he hadn’t heard of you in a while… led me to believe you were dead.”

“Shit happens.”

“Shit happens? Me lo merezco por preguntar,” you couldn’t hide the frustration in your tone. (I deserve that for asking.)

“I thought you’d be over me.”

“I am.”

“Ain't seem like it.”

“Mira, cabrón,” you showed him the ring around your finger, and pointed once more at your pregnant stomach. “I’m completely over you.” (Look, bastard.)

“That doesn’t prove shit. Looks like you wanted to one-up me, and move on as fast as possible so next time I’d show up, you’d have an excuse to throw me away.”

“Yeah, maybe. Doesn’t mean that I’m not over you.”

“You were always a terrible liar, you know that? Do you even love the poor sucker?”

“Why do you care?”

“Cause we both know, that no matter how much you hate me, you’d never love anyone as you love me.”

“That’s bullshit, Shane.”

“Sabes que es verdad, Corazón. You also know that no man would ever care for you like I do.” (You know that’s true, sweetheart.)

“If that were true, you wouldn’t be leaving every five minutes. You think you can just come here like nothing happened?”

“It's worked before.”

“It’s too late now.”

“Is it?”

He took one more sip from his coffee before placing the mug on the breakfast bar and going around it to have you closer.

As your stare fell to the floor, he noticed the bruise on your temple.

“Hey, what happened here?” he lifted his hand to your face and gently touched it.

“Nothing,” you swatted his hand away, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I hit my head with the cabinet last night.”

“Did he hit you?” His brow knitted.

“I told you. It was the cabinet.”

“Hey, mírame,” he placed a finger under your chin, and tilted up to capture your watery eyes. “Dime la verdad. ¿Te ha puesto la mano encima?” (Hey, Look at me. // Tell me the truth. Did he lay his hand on you?)

“Tienes que irte.” (You gotta go.)

“¿De qué tienes miedo, Corazón?” (What are you afraid of, Sweetheart?)

“No tengo miedo de nada… You just can’t be here when he comes back.” (I’m not afraid of anything…)

“Alright, I’ll go if that’s what you want, but I need to do something first,” he lifted his hand up to your face and framed your chin.

“Shane… don’t…”

“Sh, sh, it’s okay,” he said under a breath, placing his thumb gently on your lips.

“Please,” You weakly pleaded, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to stop what was about to happen.

His tongue swiped across his lips, and the next second they were gently pressed against yours.

Your eyes welled up and quickly shed a few tears upon that first initial contact. It didn’t take much to get you under his spell once more, for the umpteenth time. No matter how many times you’ve tried to convince yourself how fucking toxic he is, you fell for it every damn time like an idiot. It didn’t matter that you were married either, as bad as it sounds, what you and Shane had was something that couldn’t be stopped by any means. Only death could put an end to it. It didn’t help either that you weren’t on the best of terms with your husband either, so guilt went out the door the moment you let Shane in.

Unable to pull away, you let him deepen the kiss and invade your mouth with his tongue. He went slow and tender. That’s how it always started, he’d play on your good side, and once your defenses were down he’d go in full swing. He’d breathe in your air, soak in the taste of your mouth, take all the space until you were left breathless.

You linked your arms around his neck, and kissed him back, following the sweet undoing of his familiar lips as they fused tightly with yours.

When he tried to press himself closer to your body, your pregnant belly got on the way.

One of his palms tenderly landed on top of your stomach and drew the big curve that was keeping him away from you. Your heart fluttered as the small gesture.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are like this?” he broke the kiss, and looked down at his hand, while your head responded with a faint shake. “Eres preciosa, mi vida. I’d’ve put a baby in you before if that’s what you wanted.” (You’re gorgeous, my life.)

“I know, that’s why I never asked,” you placed your palm on top of his roughed-up knuckles. “Have you beaten up someone?”

“Something like that.”

“You’ll never change. Will you?”

“I could if you ask me.”

“You are who you are, Cielo. I can’t ask you that, and you can’t change for me.”

“Cielo. I missed that,” his face beamed, framing your tummy with both hands and dipped to kiss your forehead.

“One more for the road?” You held his face, and it was you this time the one capturing his mouth.

You kissed him as if this was the last time you’d ever see him. You needed something to hold onto. It was so fucking naive of you that he’d ever change or settle. He had another mistress, one that had no lips or body or soul that led him to the darkest of paths far away from yours. It was impossible to compete with that. Until he was ready to let that life go, there’ll be no future between the two of you.

Maybe one day, you kept hoping as you basked in the swirl of his tongue. He was so fucking needy and hungry for you, it became desperate. He panted in your mouth, had trouble catching his breath cause all he wanted to do is swallow you all.

His hands moved to your ass, gripped hard at your flesh. You wish you had the power to stop all that at once. You could, but you wanted him just as much. Your hormones were not helping either. They only fueled the flame that was still clearly alive between you.

You moaned in his mouth, as the sloppy doing of his tongue drove you out of your mind. One of his hands reached further down your bottom, slipping between your thighs to feel the dampness pooling on your underwear. He always knew how to get you wet with just a kiss, but this was something else entirely. You were sopping wet. He could feel your juices seeping through the fabric.

“Say that you don’t want me again, I dare you,” he drawled with a shit-eating grin.

“Shut up. I need you to fuck me,” you sucked in his lower lip hard between your teeth, tugged it, and let it go when it was bright pink.

He scoffed at your request, not of mockery but pride of being still able to incite you like that.

“We don’t have much time. You have to do it fast,” you warned and turned around, pushing your panties down to your ankles as he undid his belt and fly.

“Your wish is my command, Corazón.”

Shane quickly pulled out his cock. It was half hard.

Biting on your lip, you glanced over your shoulder to see him jerking himself off up to a firmer completion.

You stuck your butt out and propped your forearms on the hard surface of the counter, as Shane guided his cock oh so carefully between your tender lips.

“I’ve never fucked a pregnant woman before. I don't wanna hurt you,” he confessed in your ear as his hardness stroked just a little further into your walls.

“Don’t overthink it. Baby’s safe. Just fuck me like always.”

“Hmm,” he followed your order and after a couple of experimental thrusts, the pace of his hips skyrocketed to a punishing level that felt like heaven and hell rising at the same time between your legs. He kept your hips locked in his hands, fingers digging in your flesh as you tucked one of your hands between your legs to feel your juices leaking all over your legs and floor. It was like nothing else you’ve ever felt. Most of it was partially hormonal, the other part was a mix of being touch-starved from your husband, and missing Shane, and his cock like crazy.

You rubbed your clit and all of a sudden one of his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt at the front to feel your breasts.

“Fuck, you’re so big and juicy, mi vida,” he grunted, squeezing your overly-sensitive, pebbled nipple that felt like a rock between his fingers. His face leaned closer to whisper in your ear. “I’d put another baby in there if I could. You’d like that?”

“God, I would love that,” you moaned, throwing your head back against his shoulder. “Come inside me, mi amor.”

“Yeah? Tell me you love me, and I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I love you, Cielo,” you gasped as he removed your hand from your pussy to replace it with his own. “I fucking love you and your big cock. Please. Hmm, fuck… fuck, fu…”

“There, mi vida.”

You felt your soul being pulled out of your body when the winning push forced a torrent of pleasure that traveled over your body as your opening contracted around his dick. You went up so high, so fast, you almost didn’t feel when he shot his load.

When he slipped out of you, you quickly went down to pull on your panties back in place. You almost felt embarrassed at the mess that you made on the floor and all over the cabinets below the counter if it didn’t feel that good.

“You really have to go now,” placing a palm on his chest, you glanced out the window, knowing that your husband wouldn’t take much longer now.

“I wanna see you again.”

Your eyes welled up. “We can’t do this again, Shane. If he finds out…”

“Please,” he pleaded over and over in between a trail of desperation and kisses peppered all over your face and neck. “I can’t live without you, mi amor, mi cielo, mi corazón. Te necesito.” (My love, my sky, my heart. I need you.)

“Shit. Alright,” you paused to collect your thoughts. “Come tonight. After ten. He’ll be gone the whole weekend. If there’s a truck on the driveway you turn away.”

“Got it.”

“Leave your car at the end of the street, you walk all the way here, and come at the back. ¿Entendido?” you pointed at the back door in your kitchen. (Got it?)

“Alto y claro.” (Loud and clear.)

“C’mere, Cielo,” you wrapped your arms tightly around him, and inhaled the smell of his neck for a long moment before sending him in his way.

You went into the bathroom to clean yourself up and saw his seed had dripped from your pussy to your panties. It was still warm and wet. You dabbed your fingers on it and shamelessly brought it to your lips to remember how his cum tasted. Then you pushed those same fingers into your opening to pick up the remains of you and him and licked every bit of it off your digits.

You hated that he had turned you into this mess of a woman that couldn’t ever resist him. Some bonds are unable to explain, and as much as you hated him, you loved him even more than you thought.

As you wiped your legs and changed your underwear, you felt the roaring of your husband’s truck pulling up the driveway before stomping into the house. You hurried to clean up the mess in the kitchen. You could tell it smelled like sex, but Clayton had been drinking as usual, and his senses were shot by the stench of alcohol.

You really knew how to pick them. First Shane, then Clayton. To be fair, Clay was a completely different person when you met him. It wasn’t until a few months ago that he lost his job, and you got pregnant that he started showing his true colors. While Shane, you always knew what you were in for cause he was always the same person from beginning to end, he never hid what he was.

Every other weekend Clay went to a cabin up in the mountains with a group of friends to hunt and whatever the hell they did cause hardly you ever saw anything brought back from those alleged hunting trips. He just brought more dirty clothes soaked in booze and muddied boots. Lately, you didn't even care. You actually preferred when he was gone cause it got him out of the house and those weekends away were the only times you could breathe.

For all that he had put you through, you didn’t feel guilty in the slightest from doing what you did with Shane. God knows Clay would probably be fucking around. You were sure of it cause one, he hand’t touch you since you told him you were pregnant; and two you weren't blind or deaf either, and had caught him talking overly friendly, like he used to talk to you at the beginning, over the phone a couple of times when he thought you were asleep.

“Did you have coffee?” Clay picked up the mug with coffee grounds that Shane left on the counter. “You shouldn’t drink it.”

“I didn’t have any. I had a friend over earlier and I forgot to clean it up.”

“You know how I feel about having people in my house when I’m not here.”

“It’s my house actually,” you pointed out. “What? Are you gonna forbid me from having friends over now?”

You knew you shouldn't poke the bear when it was drunk, but sometimes your mouth ran faster than your brain.

“We're married, remember? What's yours is mine and all that shit. Don't forget that, bitch.”

God, you had to refrain so hard from punching his face.

As you headed out of the kitchen to avoid getting yourself further into trouble, he grabbed your arm, stopping you from leaving.

“I am your husband. And this is my house. You'd be nothing without me. Show some respect.”

“Men who hurt their wives, their pregnant wives, don't deserve any respect,” you snarled. “Now let me go before you do something you might regret later.”

He looked at you with sharp steel eyes, clutching your arm so hard it felt like he might snap it in half. He wanted to hit you so badly, you could tell, like the night before when he swung the remote across your face when you accidentally knocked over his beer.

You held his stare just as defiantly, and pulled your arm free from his grasp. It left a mark that turned into a bruise quickly after.

Staying out of his way, you went into the nursery and sat down with a book on the armchair to read while he gathered his hunting supplies. You heard him heating up some leftovers and showering before leaving.

All you could think when you listened to his truck drive off was seeing Shane again. You had a couple of hours left to get ready. It was a safe window for you to know that your husband was up in the mountains and wouldn't be coming back till Sunday. You followed his friend's updates on Instagram to keep track of him. Trent was an avid poster, and it was the perfect way to keep tabs on him to avoid the imminent disaster of him finding you with your ex.

You took a shower and changed the sheets of your bed, so they wouldn't smell like Clayton. You were dead set on banging Shane in your bed. Technically, he had fucked you many times before, pretty much in every room of this house but never in your new marital bed. It really excited you thinking about it. You wished you had more time to go to the mall to purchase some sexy lingerie that fitted your pregnant body.

God, Shane really knew how to turn you into an idiot.

In the end, it didn't matter what you wore cause it wouldn't stay on for long. You opted for wearing a pair of lacy panties that you could still fit, but the matching bra didn't stand a chance against your new boobs. You put on a flannel shirt instead, and buttoned a couple of buttons that allowed for your generous cleavage to be the center of attention.

You took off your ring as well and hid it in one of the drawers of your nightstand.

When you finished fixing your hair you went around the house and drew all the curtains for privacy. Then you finally got to relax for a while. You checked Trent's Instagram to make sure they had arrived at the cabin. Exactly like you predicted, he documented the whole thing.

Waiting for Shane, you watched TV and ate some food. When you looked at the clock it was twenty minutes past ten. He couldn't be far, right? You built yourself up to the idea of meeting him again, that’d be disappointing if he didn’t come.

For ten more minutes, you started to believe you shouldn’t have put that much effort until you heard a soft knocking on the back door.

“Empezaba a creer que habías cambiado de idea,” you said, letting him in, and securing the lock on the door. (I was starting to think you changed your mind.)

“When have I ever disappointed you, mi vida?” As you took his hand, you gave him a look, and he scoffed, “don’t answer that.”

“I’m just glad you came back.”

“Fuck! Look at you, Corazón,” his eyes traveled down your body when you turned to him. “You wanna give me a heart attack?”

Taking that as a win, you grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled firmly towards you to have his lips crash against yours. Then you took him to the bedroom and as you were about to capture his mouth again, Shane stopped you.

“Hold on,” he put some distance between the two of you. “I need to get a good look at you.”

He took off his shirt and tossed aside, as he circled around your body, committing to memory the new curves of your body. When he stood in front of you, you took a closer look at his exposed chest and gulped at the sight of your name tattooed in delicate lettering over his left pec.

“You got that for me?” you traced it with a finger.

“Si, Corazón.”

Your stomach fluttered as his fingers undid the two buttons of your shirt and pushed it off your shoulders to uncover your breasts and baby bump.

“You’re gorgeous like this, mi vida,” the flannel shirt fell to the floor as the back of his knuckles brushed the side of your heavy breast before holding one of them in his hand. It was way larger than his palm he realized, he used to be able to hold it all, now your flesh puffed up between his fingers when he squeezed. “You’re so sensitive.” He noticed your nipples getting hard with just a light touch.

“You can’t even imagine,” you laughed.

“How about here?” Shane guided his other hand between your legs to feel that you were already wet.

You hummed at the soft strokes of his fingers as they slid under the elastic to caress your tender skin. His lips parted at the corner of your mouth as he gathered the arousal from your folds. Your lips down there were puffed too from all the blood gathering all at your core.

“Lay down, I wanna eat you up, Darlin’.”

He bit his bottom lip and watched you following his order. You slipped your panties off under the dark stare of his beautiful eyes that had turned from sweet to a dangerous edge that could set anyone on fire.

You tucked a few pillows beneath your back to keep the weight of your belly off your spine, and reclined as comfortably as you could, spreading your legs wide for him like an offering.

With a grin, he propped a knee on the bed and looked at your cunt as if it was the most precious thing he’s ever seen. He settled between your legs, curled his arms around your thighs and dived right in. With the tip of his nimble tongue, he slowly drew the shape of your lips before circling around your clit. Unlike your husband, Shane was a master of giving head, and was well versed on your pussy. Even after all this time, he still remembered what made you tick.

A shiver ran down your spine as the plane of his tongue licked long strokes from your entrance to your swollen bud.

You threw your head back when his lips wrapped around it. The vicious pressure of his lips around that bundle of nerves felt out of this world.

“God, I’ve missed you, Cielo,” you moaned, threading your fingers in his hair.

“You taste so fucking good,” he grunted ferociously against your folds as a response and all of a sudden he began to suck on you like a starving beast.

Your juices, just as before, leaked all over. It was ridiculous how much you could produce in such a short time. You could feel the fabric below your ass absorbing them.

All your bearings were quickly lost as he took you closer to the edge. All you could do is cry out in pleasure, and squirm as his grip tightened around you to keep your hips in place. You tugged hard on his hair to anchor yourself but all that did is prompting him to go even harder.

“Close… I'm so… fuck, Shane, please… please,” you couldn't stop begging with shallow breaths. Your core was on fire, and you desperately needed to come. “Yes, like that… Ahhh.”

Your legs suddenly clenched around his head a wave of wild bliss coursed through your body, from your center out in different directions. Your toes curled, your muscles shivered, your breathing faltered as your mind was temporarily blown into pure joy. You closed your eyes and let that all take you over your body for a few seconds.

Slowly coming back to your senses, your pussy tingled for a little longer than usual.

Shane was on his knees between your legs, massive erection in his hand when you opened your eyes to find him staring directly at you.

“Goddamn, Corazón. I wish I could take a picture of you like that. I've never seen you come like that for me,” he groaned, pumping his length. “Look how fat you made me.”

Softly laughing, you managed to lift your hand to help him. You replaced his fist with yours and felt the jerking of his firm dick in your palm. His girth was so wide, your thumb couldn't touch any of your other fingers in a curl.

You wondered how many pussies his cock fucked during the past few years. And without thinking or stopping your hand, you asked…

“Di, ¿cuántas zorras te has tirado con mi polla?” (Say, how many bitches have you fucked with my cock?)

“¿Tu polla?” he snorted. (Your cock?)

“Yes, just mine,” you winked as you kept your hand moving. “Dime la verdad o paro.” (Tell me the truth, or I’ll stop.)

“Hmm, no me tortures así, Corazón.” (Hmm, don’t torture me like that, Sweetheart.)

“Come on. Tell me,” you requested again.

“None,” he panted, unable to keep up with the rhythm of your hand. He had to brace a palm on the mattress to keep himself from falling. “You said it. Soy todo tuyo, mi vida. Te lo prometo.” (I’m all yours, my life. I promise.)

You smiled widely, pressing your teeth on your lower lip, as you enthusiastically got him to ejaculate all over your swollen belly. It was warm and sticky, and you couldn't help but spread it like butter all over your tight skin, and bring some of it again to your mouth as Shane’s body melted next to yours.

You turned to the side, pushing the pillows under your back aside, keeping one for your head.

Your fingers found his stubbled jaw as you tilted his face in your direction.

“You really haven't been with anyone since the last time I saw you?”

“No. Not like this, Darlin’. Don’t get me wrong, I fooled around with a couple of girls but nothing else. You know me better than that.”

“I'm not sure if that's still true.”

“Do you wanna know where I've been the last two years?”

You were afraid to find out, but your head nodded anyway.

“Prison,” he said without breaking eye contact.

“What for?”

“Possession. Bet you thought it was about time they caught up with me, huh?”

“No, I’ve never thought that, Shane. As much as I wanted to punish you sometimes, I never wished for that to happen. When did you get out?”

“Yesterday morning,” he smiled softly. “All I could think was you, so I got in the car and I drove all the way here without stopping.”

“You could've called me.”

“I couldn't.”

“Why not?”

“Cause you would've dropped everything to help me, and I couldn't put that on you.”

“I wish you had. I would've done anything…”

“I know.”

“I'd have waited for you.”

“I know that too, Corazón. Don't beat yourself up for it.”

Your phone dinged, and you blindly extended your hand to pick up from your nightstand. It was another update from Trent. They were playing beer pong like fucking frat guys, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“What’s that?” Shane asked.

“Oh, nothing, just checking on him. I’m keeping tabs on his friend’s Instagram to see that he’s still at the cabin.”

“No, not that. This,” Shane lifted your wrist as the soft light from the night lamp highlighted the mark on your forearm. “You didn't have this earlier. I told you my truth. Would you tell me yours?”

Placing your phone down, you pursed your lips, pondering why you’re still protecting that asshole.

“I… you were right earlier. I don’t really love him anymore. I don’t think I ever did. I just needed some stability and I thought he was it. This happened after you left. And this,” then you pointed to your temple, “he smacked me with the remote last night.”

“Why are you with someone like that? I thought–”

“You thought, what, that I had some self-respect? I used to. I think I did. It’s more complicated than you think. He wasn’t like that when I met him.”

“They hardly ever are.”

“He lost his job a few months ago and started drinking, it wasn’t until recently that he-”

“Stop. Don’t make excuses for him. Losing a job doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole and hit your wife or any woman at all. And drinking… I know a thing or two about getting wasted, and I never put my hand on you no matter how drunk I was.”

“You're right… I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Then, kick him out. Call the police. Get a restraining order. This is still your house, right?”

“Yeah, it is. But like I said – it’s more complicated than that. He has two cop friends. Best friends. They protect each other like fucking wolves. Last year, one of them killed a girl in a DUI, and he got nothing but a slap on the wrist. If I were to show up to ask for a restraining order, who do you think they’ll protect?”

“That’s fucking crazy. You can't live like that, baby.”

You sighted, combing the curls behind his ear. “Sometimes, when he goes away like this I think – this time he’d be too drunk to drive, and he’d end up going over a cliff, die upon impact and would never set foot in this house again. I keep closing my eyes at night and dreaming about it.”

Shane softly patted your hair back, and snuggled closer to you, wrapping you in his arms.

“I’m not gonna let him hurt you again. I promise, Corazón.”

“You don’t have to save me.”

“Lo sé, mi vida.”

Smiling against his chest, basking in the familiar scent of Shane, and feeling the big flutter of a kicking storm in your stomach. You held his hand and placed it on the side of your belly.

“She’s kicking. Can you feel that?”

“Yeah, I feel it. She? It’s a girl?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s strong. Does she have a name?”

“She does,” you placed your mouth over his ear, and whispered the name of your baby girl.

“That’s a beautiful name. She’s gonna kick ass, just like her mama.”

“I hope so,” your lips quirked up as you placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth and confessed. “I wish she was yours.”

“I wish she was mine too.”

Your lips locked together once more as you rid yourself of all bad thoughts clouding your head. You only ever wanted Shane. It’s easier to forget how much you love him when he’s not around, and just as easier to remember that you’d die for him if you had to. As the intensity of the kiss rose, you shifted and straddled his waist. He watched you become a goddess as you rubbed yourself over his dick, getting it to fully harden.

“Are you in heat or something?” he laughed, holding your hips.

“It’s the hormones. What? Aren’t you up for the challenge, big guy?”

“Oh, I’m up, alright.”

You lifted your ass, held his cock and carefully sank onto it.

Rocking back and forth you propped your hands on his broad chest, so you could boost yourself up to bounce all over his massive erection. His hands held your ass to help you go faster.

When you caught him eyeing your big breast you bent over, holding one in your hand and put it over his mouth, so he can suck on it. His lips wrapped tight around your sensitive nipple and latched on it. You were growling at the wonderful sensation paired with his throbbing cock inside you.

“God, Corazón, you’re amazing, you feel so… “ He moaned as he switched to the other nipple.

This time his teeth scraped the surface, and you almost came at the surprise. You were so close you couldn’t help but bounce a little faster. You had to brace both hands again to keep up with the rhythm. The weight of your belly started to hinder your pace the closer you got to the edge.

“Help me,” you grabbed Shane's hand and put it on your clit, pleading with a cry, “I need it. Please.”

“I got you, baby. I got you.”

He rubbed viciously on your clit until you came with such force all your juices squirted all over him. Then the pleasure of your orgasm forced his own. His cocked jerked, and suddenly you were filled again with his delicious seed.

You didn’t hear Shane leaving after you fell asleep in his arms.

When you woke up to pee a couple of hours later, the clock marked 4AM, and he wasn't in your bed anymore. He had left the house altogether. You didn't have plans for the next day, but you weren't expecting him to leave that early in the morning either without saying goodbye.

There was a pang of disappointment in your chest as you went back to bed, but you closed your eyes, naively hoping he'd come back later.

It was your lucky day cause when you opened your eyes again, he was back and had brought breakfast with him. All our favorite plates were laid on the breakfast bar as he made a fresh batch of coffee.

“Where did you go, Cielo?” you asked in between bites.

“Went out for breakfast.”

“I can see that. I mean earlier. Woke up at 4 and you were gone.”

He took a long sip of his cup before responding, “I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a drive to clear my head.”

“It must be strange sleeping in a new bed.”

“Yeah, a little.”

“I have to work later. I can call in sick if you want–” you offered.

“No, baby, do what you gotta do. No te preocupes por mí.” (Don’t worry about me.)

“You can’t stay here, but I could still get you a room at the hotel if you’re tired.”

“Nah, do your thing, I’ll figure it out.”

“Would you… come later?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I’ll be here, Corazón,” he kissed your hair and picked up your phone from the counter, “unlock it. I’ll put in my new number, and you call me when you’re off. Yeah?”

“Prométeme que volverás,” you said before handing back the phone. (Promise that you’ll come back.)

“Lo prometo.” (I promise.)

After cleaning your plate you relaxed in bed for a little while, trying to get him to catch up with his sleep. There was no luck in that department cause he couldn't keep his eyes and hands off you. So once again, you found yourself in a trance of hormone-induced lust, and had Shane thrusting into you at full force from behind. Your ass was in the air, held in his broad palms, while you sobbed and moaned in pleasure against the pillow beneath your head. You desperately pushed back with your hips, taking him all in. Feeling every stroke, every inch and throb until your legs were left trembling and the fire in your core had spread through your whole body.

When you went off to work in the afternoon, it all seemed to become a hazy dream. It was all so intense that part of you thought it couldn't be real. But that was most of your relationship with Shane. Sometimes you couldn't help but feel you weren't enough for him. Him constantly leaving and breaking his promises was proof that you shouldn’t trust everything he says, but this time felt different. Maybe it was cause he was fresh out of prison, but you could tell that perhaps he was ready to stay out of trouble.

The first half of your shift went by quickly. You kept checking your phone like a maniac to make sure your husband stayed where he was supposed to, and luckily he did. If he wasn’t afraid of hurting you, you weren’t afraid of hurting him back, but you were indeed scared of him finding out about you and your old flame regardless.

You were at the front desk when Shane came in an hour before your shift ended to ask for a room. He needed a place to stay after all, and as the manager you managed pretty well to comp him a room for a couple of days. He carried his scarce luggage that consisted of just a duffle bag to his room, took a shower and waited for your shift to end.

Shane was half asleep when you finished work and knocked on his door. It was easy to see that he was utterly spent, so you didn’t make him drive back to the house. Instead, you stayed with him for the night. You trimmed his curls and shaved his face. Then, you took a long bath together like old times.

“Are you going to stay this time?” you asked once you got into bed.

You faced the other under covers and didn't talk louder than a whisper.

“I don't have anywhere else to go, baby.”

“Does that mean that you're done hustling?”

“I gotta. I don't have any other choice than to be done. Next time it could be 20 or 30 or life. I think I've tempted fate way too many times and got away with more than I should've. I had a lot of time to think and realized none of it mattered. Didn't care about the money. It was just… I don’t know, the power I guess. And I missed on a lot of time with you, and now I have nothing to show for. I don't really know what I'm gonna do, but I'm done with all that. All I know is that I just wanna be with you.”

“I…” your words caught up in your throat, as you tried to convey and process what he said at the same time. “I wanna believe that's true, but you've said you were done before and always felt right back into it.”

“This time is different. I can promise you that I'm not going anywhere this time. Cross my heart.”

Your lips softly pulled up at the corners as you placed your hand over your name's tattoo on his chest.

Regardless of his promise, you’d always have some reservations when it comes to him. Until he really proves it, there’s nothing stripping all those doubts he’s ingrained in you over the years.

When you woke up in the middle of the night he was gone like the night before. This time there was a note saying that he had gone out for a drive and signed it with – I love you, Corazón.

By the time you got up this time he hadn't come back. It didn't worry you though. You just went on with your day, drove back home to take a shower and run some errands before your next shift.

You weren't exactly sure what was going to happen next. You couldn't just jump into Shane's arms after all this time and pretend nothing ever happened. If this was really happening you had to make sure that was true to his word and figure out how he’d fit into your life when you were about to have a baby.

But most importantly, there was something you had to do first. Something that you should’ve done a long time ago and that was leaving your husband. You had been subjected to verbal and mental abuse for months that gradually turned into physical abuse. No matter how much it scared you, it was time to put your foot down and protect not only yourself but your daughter. She couldn’t be raised around him. And Shane or no Shane, it was something you couldn’t keep brushing aside hoping it’ll get better. It was easier to think about it than to actually do it. You weren’t sure how to start. Like you told Shane, going to Lafayette’s Police Department wasn’t an option. But maybe giving Rick a call and asking him for some guidance could be the first step of many.

You pinned that thought for the next day and went back to work a little earlier than usual. It was Sunday afternoon, and you dreaded that Clayton would be coming back later. So you decided to pay Shane a visit before work.

“You know, being here with you this weekend… it’s been the best thing that’s ever happened in a long time, Sweetheart.”

“Well, anything can beat spending two years in prison.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, mi vida. I mean it. I just hope you can forgive me someday for everything I’ve done. There’s a lot of shit you don’t know about that I wanna tell you but…”

He lowered his stare.

“Shane… I… If what you say it’s true, if you prove that I can count on you and that you’re not going back to all that, I’d never hold anything against you. That’s my promise. Whatever you did, you’ve done your time, right?”

“Right,” he picked up your hand and kissed your knuckles before smoothing his palm on your baby bump.

“I can come back later, just for a little while before going home.”

“If you feel like it, I’ll be here, Corazón. Always. No matter what happens.”

He said kind of ominously before you left the room. His tone was certainly different from the night before, he could barely look you in the eye as you said goodbye.

It really puzzled you as you went back to your desk. Maybe he was just tired or perhaps, he was actually feeling the weight of all his actions at once and was actually remorseful. You definitely hadn’t seen that look in his face before that afternoon.

On a quiet evening, when you thought this weekend couldn’t bring more surprises, there was something else that turned your world upside down when two of Clayton’s friends showed up at the front desk. It was the two cops, Simon and Paulie, or Prick One and Prick Two as you called them, asking you for a private place to talk.

You took them into the office where they asked you to sit down, so they could break the news of your husband’s death. It was hard to hear, no matter how many times you’ve fantasized about it, it seemed impossible and your first reaction when they told you he drove over a cliff was to burst into laughter.

“You guys are joshing, right?” you scoffed, and their faces remained unchanged, dead serious. “That can’t be right. He was with you the whole time. I saw it in Trent’s fucking pictures.”

“I’m really sorry, sweetheart. It’s true. We ran out of ice, and he said he was going to the gas station for more and never returned last night. We didn’t find him until this morning… we weren’t sure it was him until they got down to get him. That’s why we waited to tell you.”

“Ice? He went out for ice?” You gritted in disbelief.

“He was pretty wasted. We all were, but you know how he was, once he got something in his head…”

“That’s the last thing he said before leaving.”

“But we believe there was something else that I rather you hear from us than on the news. They found a bag with amphetamines and cocaine in his truck.”

“After he lost his job he was desperate and, we kinda knew that he was selling to-”

They kept spitting out information that didn’t seem feasible to you until you snapped.

“Stop, stop, stop,” you said stiffly, holding your palms up for a moment before getting up from your chair. “Everything you’re saying doesn’t make any sense. He’s many things, but he’s not a fucking drug dealer.”

Though it’d explain some things, you couldn’t believe Clayton had turned into that.

“You kinda knew? That’s bullshit. You either were fully aware of what he was up to or you two are the dumbest cops I’ve ever met. You just don’t – kinda knew –” you threw big air quotes at their own words.

“Hey!” Simon raised his voice for just a second before his partner motioned at him to have some tact.

“We know you’re hurting, sweetheart. It’s a lot to process, but we’re here for whatever you need. Clay would’ve wanted us to help you.”

A lot to process was an understatement.

You looked out the window and saw Shane’s jeep parked in the lot, and it dawned on you. It wasn’t an accident or a coincidence… It was Shane. He killed him. It was as clear as day. You told him about your fantasy of Clayton falling from a cliff the other night, and he made that happen. He murdered him in your name and these two clowns were obviously too stupid to figure that out.

It made you sick to your stomach to think about it and you had to fight not to throw up right on the spot.

“Do I need to identify the body? Is he…?” you couldn’t even imagine what he would look like. All you could think about is the last time you saw him when he grabbed your arm, that same arm you unconsciously were gripping to as hard as he did.

“We can take care of that. You don’t have to see him like that.”

You simply nodded as vile rose to your throat, “there’s a lot… If you could… I need to be alone for a minute.”

“We understand. Call us if you need anything.”

They left the office and the first thing you did when the door was closed was hurl everything you had eaten earlier in the wastebasket.

Beads of sweat covered your forehead and chest when you came out of the office. Your boss dismissed you from work and instead of going home, you went straight to Shane’s room for answers. What he said earlier about forgiveness of all the things he’s done suddenly made a lot of sense. He wasn’t talking about three years ago, he was talking about what he had done last night.

When he opened the door, your cheeks were already covered in tears, as rage just fired through your body. You couldn’t voice anything other than a “how could you….” as you shoved him back several times with all the strength you could muster until his back was pressed against the wall.

You didn’t have to say much cause he was aware that you knew that he indeed had killed Clayton. He fucking knew that sooner or later you were going to find out.

“Lo siento, mi vida. De verdad que lo siento…” (I’m sorry, my life. I truly am sorry…)

He wasn’t in fact sorry at all, he was sorry that he hurt you, but he wasn’t carrying an ounce of guilt from killing your husband in cold blood.

“He had to go. I’m sorry. I couldn’t just let him hurt you again, you gotta know that.”

“No. You’re not putting this on me. You did that cause you’re a selfish piece of shit. I shouldn’t’ve…”

“C’mon, you practically begged me the other day. Why would you tell me that you kept dreaming of him dying if you didn’t want me to do something about it?”

“It’s called being vulnerable. You caught me at a bad time and took advantage of it. I’m sick of men like you and him making the rules as they go.”

“I didn’t make any rules. I did what I had to cause you didn’t have the guts to kick him out of your life.”

“I had a plan… I was going to… and you…” you kept losing the ability to put your thoughts together.

“Babe, I don’t care if you hate me for as long as I live but, I’m gonna sleep tonight like a baby knowing that that asshole won’t ever touch you again.”

“Is that easy for you, huh?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t feel just one bit relieved that you won’t have to see him ever again. Di la verdad.” (Tell the truth.)

You shook your head, and swallowed the hard pill of his words. He was partly right. As shocking as it was, you knew that after all this, you’d be glad he was gone.

“It doesn’t matter, Shane. What you did was evil.”

“I did it cause I love you.”

“No, you did it cause you wanted to.”

“I didn’t wanna, I swear. For the first time… I didn’t wanna do something like this, trust me.”

“Trust you? I don’t think you deserve that.”

“You should go home and rest…. Once this is over you’ll see more clearly that this had to happen.”

“See more clearly? You’re the one with tunnel vision, Shane. If you can admit that what you did was fucking wrong, then there’s nothing else to say here. We’re done.”

“I’m not saying it wasn’t wrong. I know it was. But the only thing that matters to me is that you and your baby are safe. And if they lock me up for it, so be it. I don't fucking care. I wasn't gonna sit down and watch him hurt you again.”

“I… I really don't know what you expect me to do with all this. You killed, not just someone… you killed my husband. How can you sit down and pretend that everything will be fine? How are you gonna live with that?”

“Wasn't really the first time. I told you there was a lot you didn't know about.”

“That doesn't make me feel any better. I said I wouldn't hold anything against you, but this is too much, Shane.”

“I know.”

“No matter what he did, he didn't deserve…” you started but immediately realized you didn't even believe your own thoughts. He did deserve to die. Just not like this, perhaps. “Is there any way this could be traced to you, to us?”

“No, I covered all my tracks.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do you want me to give you the rundown?”

“If someone finds out…”

“Nobody's gonna find out. I promise.”

“Tú y tus malditas promesas. Sigues siendo el mismo cabrón.” (You and your damn promises. You’re still the same bastard.)

“Hey, mírame y dime, en tu corazón de corazones ¿De veras crees eso?” (Look at me and tell me, in your heart of hearts, do you really believe that?)

You glanced at him, but you couldn't focus enough to tell or understand what you believed anymore. Your head sunk into your shoulders in defeat before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Was he really selling drugs or did you plant them?”

“I didn't plant anything. I have no idea what he was up to. I just followed him with my car and made sure he went…”

“How did you know where he was?”

“You showed me where they were in that photo the other night. Their dumbasses even tagged the location.”

“Did anyone see you?”

“So you want the rundown after all.”

“Just wanna make sure… I don’t know anymore… I don’t know why I care at all,” you tiredly held your forehead on your palms.

“Look, the less you know the better. They won’t come after you. I’ll make sure of that… but to answer your question, no, nobody saw me. I used a different car, I scooped up the place the night before and just waited… I thought I’d have to do it when they were all asleep but, when he got into his truck I saw my chance.”

“Ya es suficiente.” (That’s enough.)

You promptly stood up as you were torn in different directions inside. Turning your back on him, your hand reached for the door handle. “You should leave town while you can. I won’t tell anyone… but I can’t see you anymore.”

“So this is it? This is how it ends?”

“I don’t know… I just can’t really look at you right now. You put my life upside down in two days, Shane.”

“I’m so sorry for that. I really am. But I hope one day you have it in your heart to forgive me… I… I won’t be going anywhere. If you need me, I’m just one call away, Corazón.”

You didn’t look back, didn’t even glance over your shoulder one last time to see him as you stepped out of the room.

Emotionally and physically exhausted you drove home as your brain switched on autopilot. The next few days were hazy and draining. As soon as the body was released for burial you got the funeral out of the way quickly. It didn't surprise you that it was ruled as an accident, with the levels of alcohol in his blood and the drugs in the truck didn’t leave room for questioning foul play. And the worst part of it all, and that Shane was right, you didn’t feel bad at all for his death.

Though Shane left the hotel you worked at, he stayed in town. You saw his car parked by the diner the day you returned to work.

He stayed away. More than once you thought he’d come up out of the blue and show up on your porch, and you’d be too weak to deal with him again. But He didn’t even dare to call or text again after that day.

It wasn’t until three or so weeks later, when you started feeling more like your old self, you began going through Clayton’s stuff. There wasn’t really anything you wanted to keep, so you threw most of it in the donation pile and called it a day. There was one thing though, that you couldn’t sort, and it was the storage cabinet he had padlocked in the garage. You went through every drawer and pocket to find a key to it, but there was no luck. Maybe it was lost in the mountains with him, you thought. Then, as much as you wanted to avoid that, you had no choice but to search the bag you were given with the personal belongings he had during the ‘accident’. There you found the key attached to his keychain.

At that point, nothing surprised you anymore when you opened the cabinet to find a backpack filled with prescription pills and other drugs you didn’t recognize. Along with it there was also some cash, a gun with a box of ammo, his work tools, a pair of utility boots, and a few magazines.

Perhaps that’s the excuse you needed to see Shane again, who fucking knows, but for whatever reason you picked up the phone and called him. Without going into detail about your findings, you asked him to come over to look at your car instead and he did. A couple of hours later, as the sun went down, he knocked on your door.

“I’m glad you called,” he said.

“Follow me,” you requested dryly, as you guided him into the garage. With the door shut down to the driveway, you opened the cabinet and showed him. “Can you get rid of this?”

“Is this yours?” He scanned the bag of stash. “Have you been hiding a side hustle?”

“No, asshole. It was his. I’ve just found it and I don’t know what to do with it. Do I call the police?”

“Don’t. Please don’t do that,” he pleaded. “I’ve been watching those two, you know his friends, and they were in it too.”

“How do you know?”

“Cause I know. Why do you think they were so quick to rule it as an accident? They turned him into his errand boy. He didn't just go out for ice, he was making a drop that night. Those fucking pictures they kept posting? Those are their alibis.”

Short of breath, you took a step back and leaned against the hood of your car. “I don’t wanna know any of it. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I’m tired of all this, Shane… I want it to be over.”

“Sorry… I… yeah, I’ll get rid of it.”

“What about the gun?”

He picked it up and made a thorough inspection making sure that it wasn’t loaded.

“I’ll take care of it too.”

“Wait, if it’s registered, shouldn’t I just turn it over or something?”

“Ghost gun. Has no serial number, see?” He turned it around and pointed at the side to show there was indeed no number where it was supposed to. “In normal circumstances, you could say you just found it, but in this case… I wouldn’t do it.”

“Got it. Just do what you have to do. Get rid of the cash too, I need all of it gone.”

“Now, hold on, there's like 8 G's here. You should keep that.”

“It's drug money, I don't want it.”

“Yeah, but you could use it for something good. Buy something for you or the baby.”

“I don't need it, I was doing pretty good without his money. I won't be able to use it without thinking about where it came from. I never took yours, I'm not gonna take his now.”

“Think it's for a good cause. Like it or not, he was her father, you could open a savings account for her. Don't let it go to waste, sweetheart. You might need it someday.”

“I… Sure. I guess you're right.”

“I could get you a good price on that bag too. I'm thinking about 5-”

“No, I don't want you to risk it. Just get rid of it. Burn it, bury it, toss it somewhere far away from here.”

“Are you sure? The Dixons owe me one, I could get them to–”

“I'm not gonna bend on this one Shane. I mean it. Stay away from the Dixons. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Alright, I’ll just get rid of it. But y’know I’m taking a huge risk getting this off your hands.”

“Oh.”

“So, are you sure you want me to? If they find me with this, I could get locked up again.”

“Ya empezamos… ¿Quieres algo a cambio?” You huffed, crossing your arms firmly over your belly. (Here we go… You want something in return?)

“No, I mean… I just wanna see you for a coffee sometime.”

“Told you, I don’t drink coffee.”

“It doesn't have to be coffee.”

“I’m too tired to do this again Shane. Do it or don’t. I don’t care. After you’ve put me through… no tienes derecho a pedir nada.” (You have no right to ask for anything.)

“Lo siento. Tenía que intentarlo. Can you blame me?” (I’m sorry. Had to try.)

“Yes, I can.”

“Okay, I set myself up for that one,” he huffed, and looked at the bag in his hand, and reiterated. “I’ll take care of this, don’t worry about it. No strings attached.”

“Thank you.” It took you a moment to say it, but you did. “So, you’re not leaving town. You’re not scared of being found out?”

“No, I’m not scared of being found out.”

“And what’s your plan now?”

“I meant what I saw the other day. I'm staying. I got a job at Jim’s. He’s letting me use the trailer behind the shop to save some money. And that’s my plan for now. Why? Thought you didn’t care.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“No? It seems like you awfully care a lot about what happens to me for someone who says doesn’t give a fuck.”

“I was just curious, Shane. You can just go, we don’t have to keep talking.”

“But I like talking to you.”

“I know you do. That’s the only thing you have over me. Every time you open your mouth… you’re just one step closer to…”

“What? Changing your mind?”

“It’s not a good thing.”

“As I see it, it’s the best thing.”

“Of course you do.”

“Okay, let me ask you just one more thing, and then I’ll go.”

“Okay, one.”

“If someone you loved was treated like you were–”

“Shane… don’t.”

“Lemme finish, please. If someone you loved was treated like you were, wouldn’t you do something about it? What if it was one of your friends? What if it was me… or what if an asshole in 20 years treated your daughter like that? Would you just stand by and do nothing?”

“That’s not a fair question. You’re playing on my emotions right now. Of course, I’d do something about it.“

“Then, why is it different? Would you kill for me if I was in danger?”

“That’s more than one question.”

“Would you?”

“I don’t know. I guess it depends on the situation. Once upon a time, if you had asked me that, I’d say yes, I’d have killed anyone for you.”

“¿Y ahora?” (And now?)

“No lo sé… I have something more pressing on my hands right now. I’m not alone anymore,” you glanced at your baby bump. “The difference between you and me is that I have to consider that what I do affects her.”

“Guess I should’ve thought that.”

“You should’ve.”

“We could still make it work. Maybe not now. But maybe someday when you can look at me again without seeing what I did. What do you think?”

“I think you’ve gone over the limit of questions you said you were going to ask, and my head is starting to hurt. But you know that I’ll never rule anything out between you and me. We’re both a lost cause. And if you really stay out of trouble and keep your word, who knows? Maybe one day I’ll change my mind.”

“That’s all I needed to hear, Corazón.”

Shane closed the backpack and slung it on his shoulder.

“Be careful with that.”

“Don't worry about me.”

His hand carefully slid on the side of your neck as Shane pressed his lips to your forehead. It lingered, once again making you feel as weak as the day you met him. It made you question whether to push him away or just give in to old habits. You've accepted that no matter what he did, you'd never be able to get rid of him.

You tentatively held his jaw between your palms, and stared at his lips for a beat before returning the kiss. It was soft and quick cause you didn't want to delve too fast and make it feel like a reward.

“I'll see you around,” you offered. That's the best you could do for now.

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I was wondering if you could write something with alessia x reader where r plays for an opponent team and they sorta get into it on the pitch because they’re so passionate playing

enemiesII a.russo

the london derby day was always an interesting one, for both fans and players alike. but it was even more challenging for you and your girlfriend, who played for rival teams, destined for that entire day to go from lovers to fierce rivals.

both you and alessia's passion was football, you'd met in the early youth camps for the lionesses and started off as best friends, though as time passed and the two of you grew up, your feelings for one another became a little less friendly.

it took a couple of years of dancing cautiously around these feelings before either one of you made a move, you'd played a singular season with man united on loan from chelsea and with so much time spent together it pushed the two of you to finally confess, laid down together listening to music in the back of your car one night when you were both too nervous to sleep.

since then, your season with manchester united had come and gone and your contract with chelsea was renewed. the season on loan taught you a lot about adapting to a different style of play and pushed you to challenge yourself, especially when playing against your friends and old team mates, making sure you played your very best despite that.

and it paid off. alessia was sad to see you go but understood that ultimately it was the best move for your career to return to your beloved blues, and so you did distance for awhile, spending weekends and free days and the off seasons flickering between london and manchester, alterntating who would do the travel each time.

but now with alessia having transferred to arsenal, you'd both made a decision to move in together, you'd been seeing one another a little over two years and felt it only right that this was the next step.

wanting a fresh start and not for alessia to feel like she was moving in with you rather than the two of you moving out together, you spent weeks prior to the announcement searching for the perfect place to call home.

fast forward and here you both were, wrapped up together in one another's embrace, both purposefully procrastinating needing to get up and start your day, fully knowing the moment your feet hit the carpet your bubble of love would be burst.

"we really need to get up soon love." you mumbled into alessia's shoulder, body vibrating with silent laughter at the audibly annoyed groan which left the blonde beneath you. "if i get up, will you let me score today?" your girlfriend cracked one baby blue eye open with a smirk.

"not a chance baby." you smiled at her attempt, peppering her lips with soft kisses as she pouted up at you in response. "okay. up we get!" you sighed, forcing yourself out of her strong hold and sitting up, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

"come on, if you're quick we can save water." you suggested, standing to your feet and extending a hand, squealing as alessia practically jumped out of bed, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the bathroom.

"from this moment forward my love, sworn enemies." you held out your hand as both you and alessia stood at your cars, dressed in your respective clubs colors, kit bags hanging off your shoulders and keys in hand.

"like i never knew you babe." alessia nodded in agreement, shaking your hand, pausing for a moment before yanking your body into hers, turning around and pressing you against her mercedes with a grin.

"buuut, one more for the road?" the taller girl tapped her lips expectantly as you shook your head. "sorry, don't kiss strangers." you shrugged, hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

"and i don't fraternize with the enemy, but i'm willing to make an exception if you are." the striker smiled charmingly as you paused, tapping your chin to think it over.

you sighed as if her request was an effort, leaning up and connecting your lips for a moment, your hands on her shoulders gently pushing her away as her tongue started to explore your mouth.

"french kissing a woman you don't even know, shame on you russo." you tutted, the blonde smacking your bum as you turned around, flashing you a cheeky grin and slipping into her car.

you flipped her off and blew her a kiss as you sat down in your own, both of you revving your engines before peeling out of the driveway, headed in opposite directions.

"they're pressing in hard, they're gonna be desperate to at least equalise!" you struggled to catch your breath as you were all paused, guro off to the side being assessed for a concussion as she'd taken a nasty headbutt a few moments ago when going up for a header.

"it's gonna get messy girls, watch out for one another and don't let communication die off!" millie warned you, jess and niamh who all nodded, taking a long drink and tossing your bottles back as guro was cleared and the ref blew the whistle for play to resume.

arsenal were down 2-1 and they needed to at least draw this game to keep in the running for top of the table, this match the very last of the weekends WSL fixtures.

and you hadn't been wrong, they were desperate, and tackles became more and more messy as the time wound down, 9 minutes of stoppage time all that remained for them to score.

"y/l/n, get her on the wing!" millie yelled as caitlin crossed it over to lia who tapped it in for alessia, who'd come hurtling down the left side as you sprinted over to intercept her before she reached goal.

you slid in for the tackle right as alessia sent it through for caitlin again, collecting her ankles and entirely taking out her legs, the blondes body thumping to the ground, forehead bouncing off the pitch.

you heard the away section start to scream for a penalty as you tried to get to your feet, but a hand tugging on the back of your jersey sent you flying back to the ground. "are you serious? get off!" you grunted, wrenching away your girlfriends hand as the two of you stood.

"am i serious? you just took out my legs studs up for no reason, are you trying to break my fucking ankle?" alessia shoved you harshly in the chest, face bright red as you heard the ref blow the whistle in warning.

"oh grow up! that was completely legal, you had the ball when i slid in." you shoved her back, not backing down as she glared down at you half a foot taller, the two of you standing chest to chest. "she went in studs up, that should be a card!" alessia yelled at the ref who joined you both and warned you each to calm down.

"are you joking me? that was soft!" you scoffed, shoving her away from you as she tried to stare down intimidatingly, feeling millies hands come to rest on your shoulders.

"oi back up away from her! that should a fucking red." katie appeared beside your girlfriend, pushing you harshly as millie held you back from retaliating.

"are you fucking serious? it was completely legal!" you threw your hands up as you watched the ref reach into her pocket, pulling out a red for the booking.

"hey we'll contest it. just walk away babe, don't make this any worse." millie murmured, moving an arm around your shoulder and starting to walk you away as your team stepped in to argue for you, several of the arsenal girls starting to contest the yellow card given to alessia for the shoving around.

"this is bullshit." you spat as you shrugged off millies arm, head hung low as you stormed off the pitch and into the tunnel, the sound of the chelsea fans booing the refs call following after you as you headed for the change rooms.

you kicked off your boots, throwing them around the room allowing yourself a tantrum before you thought better of it, hurrying to collect your things and shoving them back into your cubby, ducking off for a shower.

you were sat by your locker, showered and dressed in your tracksuit, knees tucked up to your chest as the rest of the team filed in. you'd checked the score on your phone, showing the girls manage to hold down your lead, narrowly scraping by and getting the crucial three points.

niamh and erin took their seats at their own lockers either side of you, niamh patting your back sympathetically and kissing your cheek as you sent her a small smile, a congratulations for their efforts slipping past your lips as emma joined you all.

you tuned out most of her speech, giving a weak nod as she confirmed millies words that the red would be attested in hopes you'd be able to play next week, before the older woman took you aside one on one for a gentle but firm reminder about keeping cool.

"come on stroppy, off we go." millies arm fell over your shoulders once you'd grabbed your things, though she guided you in the wrong direction as you frowned. "mills my cars that way, where are we-" your words stopped as you noticed them.

"are you joking? no way." you huffed, trying to turn around as millies grip on you tightened, as did leahs on alessia as she pushed the younger girl down the hallway.

"now girls, obviously tensions arose and some not so nice words were exchanged. but thats football, and we leave it out on the pitch." leah started, your national captain giving you both a stern look as millie hummed in agreement.

"she got me a red for nothing!" you protested, looking to millie for some sort of support as alessia scoffed. "she studded me!" alessia retaliated, crossing her arms firmly over your chest. "no no no! we leave it, on the pitch." millie warned, grabbing your arms as leah grabbed alessias.

"what are you-" "oh this is just-"

both girls forced your arms to wrap around one another, both you and your girlfriend going limp as they fell back off. "no! hug it out and say you love each other." millie ordered sternly, leah draping alessias arms over your shoulders as yours were forcibly wrapped around her torso by millie.

"im getting annoyed here!" leah warned, tapping her foot impatiently, you and alessias eyes rolling in sync as you hugged one another. "now say you love each other." millie waved and you withheld the urge to lash out at her.

"i hate you." you mumbled into the blondes shoulder, feeling her sharply pinch you for the comment as millie stepped in to hold your arms against one another, still forcing you into the hug.

"say it! or the next national camp i swear to god i will ruin the both of you. im talking hill sprints, push ups, burpees, i'll even make you do a private little beep test." leah warned seriously, pulling her captain rank as you sighed.

"love you, even if you tried to break my fucking ankle." "love you, even if you played it up to the ref."

"no! with sincerity, and a little smooch." millie ordered, leaning against the wall beside leah as you both groaned, though admittedly most of your anger had melted away the tighter your girlfriend clung onto you.

"i love you." alessia unwrapped one of her arms to grab your chin, turning your head and pecking your lips with a roll of her eyes. "i love you too." you leant up to quickly brush your lips with hers in return, both of you looking to your co-captains with raised eyebrows as they waved for you to separate.

"i'll see you at home?" alessia questioned, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, all traces of anger gone from her features. "i'll see you at home." you sighed, leaning in and properly kissing her, ignoring the immature squeals from the two older blondes to your side.

after all the moment you crossed the threshold of your shared home, you were enemies no more.

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girlboypersonthingy · 1 year

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I GOT AN ANON REQUEST FOR KEITH X READER CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS AND ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT 😩 I’m sorry, anon but here it is! ✨ Keith is so baby 🥹

Keith x reader ~ Childhood friends to lovers ❤️‍🔥

You met at the garrison when you were barely teens, when Keith’s hair was shorter and he NEVER opened his mouth in public.

It’s not that he didn’t like you when you first met, he just didn’t want to like you. He was comfortable being a loner and didn’t want to put in the effort a friendship requires

But you were just so nice to him. He lowkey loved and hated it at the same time. He wanted to ignore you like he did everyone else but you wouldn’t leave him alone and he felt too guilty to tell you to go away. You noticed he was always alone so you tried to offer him some kindness.

He kinda wanted you to leave him alone but you didn’t and eventually, he started to looked forward to seeing you everyday. Seeing you run to him with a smile on your face and an extra lunch bag in your hand for him made him feel important. He’d never admit any of that to you tho.

One day, you weren’t at school and the whole day was just off. He didn’t feel right, he felt sad and invisible as he walked past all his classmates in the hall. He felt like no one truly saw him besides Shiro, who was often too busy to really give Keith attention, and you.

The next day when he saw you, he came up to you first!!!

“Where were you yesterday?” “I had a doctors app-“ “Next time, tell me you’re gonna be gone. I was worried.” He reached out for your hand, holding it between his own cold hands. “Oh…okay. I-I’m sorry, Keith.”

Omfg he was worried about you? After one day??? How cute!

From then on, you two were inseparable, the best of friends. He went to you every time he was really sad and needed support or when he was extremely angry and needed to just rant and yell to you. He confided in you so much, he trusted you more than anyone else. He told you the ugly and embarrassing secrets he’d never told anyone else before.

That day that he punched Griffin, after going to the dean’s office he found you outside reading. You could tell he was upset as he stomped over to you, making you immediately toss your book aside and give him your full attention.

“Keith? You okay? What happ-“ He flopped down in the grass beside you, laid on his side with his head resting on your thigh and began crying. He made sure to keep it quiet and keep his face hidden from you but you could feel him shaking. Unsure of what to say, you just began playing with the hair covering the nape of his neck. He LOVED the physical affection. He didn’t talk to you at all that afternoon, he just cried in your lap for a while then hugged you tight and went home.

That moment was when you both began to catch feelings. He loved that you were so kind and accepting of him, always so comforting. You never pressured him to talk to you, your presence alone was enough to calm him down.

You loved that he trusted you and always protected and checked up on you. He would do anything for you, all you had to do was ask with your pretty smile and soft eyes and he’d comply.

As you both grew up, he came to love your praises. You always told him how smart he was and how amazing he was at piloting, he couldn’t get enough. You fed his ego so much.

He was and still is terrible at returning the compliments. He’d often offer you constructive criticism instead, which took some getting used to but made you realize that he genuinely cared for you and only wanted the best for you.

You’d often walk hand in hand around the garrison and if anyone gave you two a weird look or tried to tease y’all about being a couple, Keith would literally bark at them while keeping your hand in his grip. “Fuck off! Mind your business…” and you liked his fiery personality. He was your scary guard dog.

When Keith got kicked out of the garrison, it broke both of your hearts. He was completely lost without you or Shiro around and you couldn’t sleep well at night for over a month bc you were so worried about him. Just like that, he had disappeared.

It was a while until you finally found him in that shack in the desert. You had gotten a tip from a teacher at the garrison while they were talking about him being a recluse and how he would sneak out to that shack in the middle of the night just to be alone and enjoy the quiet.

You found it one day and sort of just barged in, catching him half dressed and sleepy in his bed. “Keith?” He sat up abruptly, fists up defensively. “(Y/N)? How…what…?” His hands dropped to his sides as he stared at you in surprise. You ran and hugged him tightly, smiling as he hesitantly hugged you back.

He looked different…his hair was longer, he looked like he had been working out a lot and the bags under his violet eyes were very prominent.

You decided the garrison just wasn’t for you and you’d rather be with Keith. It just wasn’t the same there without him so you left it all behind and began visiting him every day.

He had never been so depressed and anxious before you found him and now that you were back in his life, he slowly but surely began to smile and eat more and act like his normal moody self.

The night finally came that you helped him rescue Shiro and he told you he’d be forever in debt to you for helping him save his brother. After getting Shiro to safety and settling everyone down, he pulled you outside his little shack so you could be alone together and he hugged you so tight it almost hurt as he cried on your shoulder. This time, his tears seemed to be from happiness and relief. He finally had his support system back ❤️‍🩹

Once you found yourselves in space together, his attitude changed a bit. He was much more busy and irritated and quiet all the time. Being a young adult out in space with the tremendous pressure of defending the universe took its toll on him.

You just gave him space and tried to keep yourself busy as well. He wasn’t sure if he liked the space or not.

As you all began to get into the swing of life out in the cosmos, Keith began coming around to you more often.

“Wanna come train with me? It’s boring by myself.” You were way too excited to spend time with him. You missed him so much while he was being distant. This moment changed everything. You two were inseparable again.

The whole team noticed that you had a way of getting him to soften up and relax when he was really frustrated. Everyone knew that you two loved each other but would never admit it to the other.

Finally, loverboy Lance steps in. He had to get y’all together. Keith is so dense and only seems to open up to you. You both just need a push from Lance the matchmaker.

He goes to Keith first and Keith shuts down the whole idea. He is terrified to lose your friendship by pushing a relationship on you so he totally rejects Lance’s help. He even tries to tell Lance that he only sees you as a friend but we all know he’s a terrible liar.

When Lance approached you, you couldn’t help but confess your burning love for Keith. You love him more than anyone in the world and you were also scared of making the friendship awkward by confessing to him. But Lance is the best wingman in the world. He would never let you fail.

Lance helped you come up with the right words to say and also tried to get you to practice some pick up lines, to which you just scoffed at him.

Finally, the day had come. You were gonna tell him how you really feel, how you’ve been feeling all these years.

You approach Keith’s door, waiting a few seconds before your shaky hand knocks.

The door slides open and a small smile grows on his lips. “What’s up?” You walk past him and into his room without asking permission, finding a seat on his bed. He was confused as to why you didn’t even smile at him like you normally do. “(Y/N)…are you okay?” He came to sit beside you, watching you with worried eyes.

“Listen…I uh…I have something to tell you but you have to swear, promise me that you’ll always be my friend…” Keith’s cheeks begin to flush as he nods slowly. He’s pretty sure he knows what’s about to come out of your mouth. “I promise.”

“I…I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you since we were kids. You…you mean the entire universe to me and I just want to call you my boyfriend. I don’t want to ruin our friendship so I understand if you don’t-“

“Shut up. I love you too…more than anyone. Let’s just date already.” And now his face is burning red hot as he avoids your gaze.

You guys fell into it so quick and smooth. It was an easy transition from best friends to lovers. You shared your first kiss just a few days after making it official.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you ever since that day you told me you were worried about me when I wasn’t at school.” This makes him smile bigger than you’ve ever seen him smile before.

“Yeah? Funny…that’s when I first wanted to kiss you too.”

There’s no one else he’d rather be with. You are his person and he is yours, forever and ever and ever ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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padfootdaredmetoo · 8 months

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Can you write something for: "being Tommy's wife"? Please. The girl would have been raised by Polly, who raised and loves her like a daughter. She grew up with the boys, especially Tommy. She witnessed Finn's birth and everything. When he goes to war, he promises to stay with her when he returns. Another, Tommy's brothers have her as a sister so they will defend her as one, Ada and her are best friends and Isaiah had a crush on her as a kid... Kisses, sorry for the long thing, I love your stories, see u later 🩷.

Hey Love,

I am deeply sorry this took a million years to write. Thanks for sending this in and for being so kind. I'm so happy that you enjoy my writing. Hope you like this one <3

Warnings: Peaky related themes like violence, murder, drunk dads, beatings, suicide, childbirth - and of course kissing and cuteness

You had always been close with the Shelby Family. Your mother died in childbirth leaving you without siblings, something that was easily remedied with the constant chaos of your next-door neighbors. You were often lumped in with them as your father worked constantly. You traded what extra things you had for their company. You weren't rich living on Watery Lane, but you always had extra bread which was kind of like being rich.

As you got older you started to understand what happened down at the Betting Shop. You remembered Arthur taking Tommy aside and telling him to keep you as far away from there as possible. So he took you down to the cut and you spent most of your time with the horses in Charlie’s yard.

Those moments were your happiest. Tommy was always around to get into trouble with. One night when your dad had laid a beating on you for ruining a pair of shoes in the stable he’d helped you climb out of your window across the ledge and into his bedroom. He’d fixed your swelling cheek with some ice wrapped in a kitchen towel.

There was an unspoken easiness between the two of you. John and Arthur were different. John was always teasing you loudly and Arthur was always laughing. Always fun and games until someone was giving you a hard time, then they were all business.

You’d been there for Finn’s birth. A memory that was both happy and sad. You normally avoided the Shelby parents at all costs. Mrs. Shelby had a dead look in her eyes and she would twirl around the kitchen talking to ghosts, other times she would cry out in the night so loud you could hear her in your own apartment. Mr. Shelby was mean. Not much to him other than that. Finn was special, he was the first baby you ever held. You had to help Polly clean him off and get him sorted when he was born. You remembered sitting down once he had been fed and fallen asleep. You sat down covered in after birth swearing you would never have children. Ever.

Watching Tommy come into the room and hold his sleeping brother with a look in his eyes, something deep inside you reconsidered.

Polly was alright, she’d always put bows in your hair and read your tea leaves. Out of all the adults in your life, you had the biggest soft spot for her. She had all the juiciest stories that made you want to go out and start living your own life.

Something you were just on the cusp of doing before the war started.

The boys left and you tried not to let it break you. The unmovable safety they had brought you was gone and the city seemed vicious. Tommy wasn't there when your father was drunk… Tommy wasn't there at all. You’d stayed awake all night before he left. Laying there with him talking about everything you wouldn't be able to talk about while he was gone. Well, almost everything. You held his hand and laughed till your ribs hurt at all his jokes about what it would be like and what he would do while he was gone. Anything to keep the truth of it at bay. You wanted to tell him how you felt but you didn’t want him to carry more burdens with him when he left. You promised him that Ada, Finn, and John’s kids wouldn't starve and he’d kissed your cheek and promised he’d come back for you. Those words haunted your every moment.

To avoid your father and the emptiness of missing Tommy you threw yourself into your job as a mid-wife. At the end of the day you would sneak food out of your pantry and bring it over to Polly. She ran a tight ship void of all the things you had enjoyed about her when you were a kid. She was hard on the kids and they were mostly Ada’s responsibility as Polly shouldered the betting shop. There was a balance, most of your money went to the household and Polly was always grateful for your help. Things were fine until they weren't. Young boys who weren't quite yet fighting age had started up gangs and more drugs and conflict swept through the streets of Birmingham. You ended up working while also causing lots of trouble.

The worst night of it came just before Tommy had come home. You’d killed another stupid idiot pushing his wrapped body into the cut in the middle of the night. It was exhausting, for every life you brought into the world you ended another. A cycle you didn't think you would ever end up in. You knelt by the side of the river letting the rain soak through your clothes. Looking down into the black water you could feel the same pull that took Mrs. Shelby. It was calling out to you softly but you shook your head. You had a lot more fight still left in you.

______________Tommy’s POV

Coming home wasn't the relief he thought it would be all those years ago. He came home and you hugged him tightly. While you looked like you were bursting with life he felt like like he was dead on the inside. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes bright. Your fingernails had a pink tinge to them. He’d hoped it was from your job as a midwife but he knew how bad things had gotten here. He could feel it in the way people looked at you on their walk home from the train station. Settling in was awful. The nightmares that kept him up at night, the sad sense of rejection that was growing around you. But the weight of the business is what was crushing him. He needed you and Polly out of it, he needed to step up as a man should. You especially should have never had to get your hands as dirty as they were. But there you were all those names etched into your soul, and you still looked at him with girlish adoration, as if he wasn't the man who had commended your life.

Things between him and Polly had never been worse, any move he made she would disagree. You still kept looking at him with your big eyes full of emotions he didn't know how to feel anymore.

Ada was a few years younger than you but you were both old enough now that it wasn't noticeable. He saw the both of you sitting on the front step watching some men moving furniture out of the house down the street. There were glasses of wine between you and the sun made the flush of your cheeks look so red. Ada mumbled something and waved to Isiah as he passed by and both of you burst into giggles. That’s when he realized if he didn't make good on his promise, you wouldn't be around. Men looked at you with fear, but they also acknowledged the fierce competence and loyalty you have. By the time he got the business up, and then got it legal, you would probably be married off. He hated the sense of panic he felt bubble up in his stomach. Just once he would like to feel something pleasant.

All day he thought about what to do. They were drinking beer around the table. He was always happy listening to John and Arthur tell jokes. It made him happy that they had managed to keep more of themselves alive than he had himself.

“Going to head out for the night. I’m on call tomorrow so I can only help around the house.” You looked at Polly who nodded. Your eyes flashed to him for a second before wrapping your wool shawl around your shoulders.

“I’ll walk you home.” He could feel John and Arthur’s eyes narrow in on him as the silence rolled through the room.

“You haven't forgotten I only live next door have you?” You smiled at him and gestured for him to come along. He followed you down the stairs and out the front door. Three steps to your front door and you turned to look at him.

“Well, this is me.” You pointed at the door giving him a smile. “I’d invite you in for a drink but my father wouldn't approve.”

“Walk with me?” He asked and he wished there was more emotion in his tone. You raised your eyebrows and he almost wanted to laugh.

“A private meeting with Mr.Shelby. Wow.” You linked your arm in his and he could tell that there was hurt under your humor.

“Things-” His voice trailed off as he lost all the things he had thought about telling you. He wanted to tell you to marry him but that was much to forward you deserved something nice and for it to move at your own pace.

“Are different” You finished. “You're not you, Polly is pulling her hair out, and your secret-keeping is making it impossible to help with the business.”

“Precisely.” He said in a cold tone. He wanted to explain but the words were still gone.

“Well, fix it then.” You said in a short tone. “You came home and made a mess of things, so fix it.”

“It’s not that easy.” He pulled a cigarette out and offered you one. You nodded and he lit one, taking a drag then watched as you took it from him. Your lips perched where his had been a moment before. His eyes focused on your mouth and he could feel the tension become obvious.

“I want to make things right between us. I’m just not sure how.” He said the words slowly finally dragging his gaze from your mouth. Your cheeks had flushed again and he fought the urge to stroke your cheek.

“Thomas. All you have to do is trust me. Then talk to me. We spent our whole lives that way. Only four years were apart.” There was pleading your eyes and he wondered if he would ever be able to deny you anything.

“Alright. I want to shoulder most of the business.” You sighed and he continued on. “Not because you and Polly aren't competent, but because things are even higher risk than they have been. I want to shoulder the consequences. To do that I need to keep you out of it.”

“I don’t want you to face things alone. Not the risk or the consequences.” It was his turn to let out a sigh.

“I know you don't, that’s why I -” He what? Was in love with you, wanted to marry you? Wanted to build you a life that would make any other woman on the planet die of a jealous heart?

“You what?” They were by the cut now and you turned to look at him. You were angry and you had every right to be.

“I want to marry you.” He blurted the words out and ran a hand through his hair. Your hands flew to your mouth and you looked at him with wide eyes illuminated by the moonlight. Was this positive or negative? The regret and embarrassment started to creep up his neck when you lunged at him.

He stumbled slightly before properly handling your weight. Your arms were tight around his neck and all he could smell was the perfume along your neck. He took a deep breath, the first real breath he had taken since leaving France. He wanted the weight of you pressed up against him all the time. The feeling you brought him was enough to keep the demons at bay. How selfish was it of him to take this easy path out. He should have worked out a proposal and should have courted you properly.

“We don’t - we could -” He tried to figure out what he wanted to ask.

“Shut up and let me have my moment.” You said before pulling away enough to kiss him. It was soft and slow and he knew without a doubt he was yours forever.

After a good amount of kissing, he smiled at you and meant it. He walked you home and then took his beating from Arthur and John.

“I don’t care if God himself descended from the sky to claim her. She’s my sister and you won’t hurt her Tommy.” Tommy couldn't remember the last time he heard his brother’s voice sound so lethal.

“You’ll be held to the same standards as any other dumbass wanting to date her,” John added.

“Trying to do the opposite of hurt her.” He said wanted them to see he was trying to make you happy too.

“That’s what they all say,” Arthur said with pointed eyes before bursting out into a booming laugh. “I want this to happen, brother I do. Just don’t mess around with her.” Arthur gave him a rough pat on the back and John started to make jokes about all the ways Tommy could disappoint you.

Eventually, they let him go up to his room. You had already climbed across the ledge to his window and gotten into his bed.

“Took you long enough.” You said it as a joke but there was something in your voice that gave you away. You were starting to think he wasn't going to show up.

“Boys had to rough me up a bit first.” Tommy shrugged his jacket off.

“Why? what did you do?” Her eyes looked him over with concern.

“Showed an interest in you. They had to do the usual.” He said absently changing into his pj’s trying to seem unbothered by your gaze watching him closely as he undressed.

“What’s the usual?” You whispered.

“Bit of a beating, the usual threats. Part of dating someones sister.”

“You mean any guy that’s wanted to date me has been roughed up by the three of you?!”

“Yeah.” Tommy leaned against the wall looking at you laying in his bed in your night clothes. Head propped up on your arm.

“I thought I was ugly.” You whispered still in shock over this news.

“What?!” Tommy laughed again.

“None of the boys ever asked me out over the years. I thought I was ugly.” Tommy moved across the room and into the bed to assure you that you were never ugly.

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It took a lot of time to get out of that house on Watery Lane. Your father had passed before your wedding and Arthur walked you down the aisle. Ada and Poly felt all was right in the universe once you joined the family properly. They had a lot of fun planning the whole thing out. Your honeymoon was in the new house, a massive thing that Tommy had built for you. It was large but warm.

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pinkrelish · 1 year

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this is so eddie and adrie coded

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8YGbXB6/

okay, but lets make it sad | wc: 555 | angst warning

this is him while he's still living at steve's in a long effort to recover from the panic attack that led to his ultimate breakdown after trying to feed adrie with cold, shaky hands, so unsteady from sleep deprivation and trembling from constant spikes of fear, attempting to survive on his own and keep his newborn alive, but couldn't get her to take her bottle.

nancy took a lot of his stress on herself, but it only made him feel worse leaving his baby with another family to go into work every morning, and coming back to a house that wasn't his. guilt and shame ate away at him when he asked for updates he should've been there for, normal things he should've been able to do himself, but couldn't.

nancy and steve gave him room, gave him space, told him he's a good dad, suggested he try bonding with her.

eddie tried. he loved adrie with his whole heart—so much so it felt like he grew a second heart just for loving her, that must've been the constant pressure suffocating his chest—but he didn't feel the bond, the connection. he felt empty, he felt full. he felt nothing, he felt everything. he felt like a failure when his best friends did everything for him, including raise his baby alongside their own, taking on his burdens and giving him a place to stay, a place at their table, a place to sleep.

the first few bonding sessions were quiet, silent tears rolling streaks through the dirt on his cheeks. he laid next to his newborn on her tiny hand-me-down quilt and cried. this small, innocent person was his, and besides sharing a last name, she didn't feel like his. no, not her. she was so smiley for the man who had nothing, was nothing, was another face in the confusion of people who doted on her. someone who was nauseous with dread at the thought of her calling someone else daddy because he was bad at being one.

with time, eddie opened up to adrienne. he didn't just stare at her, he held her up to his shoulder while telling her about his day. he rocked her while talking through his thoughts about a truck that came into the shop. he muttered about life while she slept on his chest, ear to his hummingbird heart.

over months he learned to play with her. she was a little thing. dainty, fragile, giggly, ten teensy toes he liked to count and wiggle. he told jokes—bad ones, but when he smiled, she smiled even bigger. "yeah, you like that one?" he asked, and she babbled into a hiccup, then a laugh. he didn't know why, but that one got him, seeing her so overwhelmed with joy she had to laugh about it. a wet, raspy laugh. his breath emptied from his lungs in a stutter and water clung to his lashes. "yeah?" he asked again, throat closing tight. his voice pitched high, forcing out the question he never wanted to ask, afraid of the answer, "are you happy to see me?" she squeezed his finger with all her might and tugged on his hair even mightier, back to babbling smiley nonsense, drooling on the bib he dabbed at the corner of her mouth, so happy to see him.

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dracaesusurro · 2 years

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May eywa be our witness

Pairing: neteyam sully x female reader

Warning: angst, fluff, mentions of mating

Summary: part two of the last neteyam fic, Just cause his so babygurl!!!

Part three

Neytiri was furious, her eyes could split you in half, when you returned to the clan it was early mornings time, the whole family was worried sick about you two, they were relived to see you unharmed but there was still no sign of neteyam, you assumed he was calming himself at first but hours passed and your worry only grew as did the sully family’s.

Close to dawn soldiers from the front forrest sent news that neteyam has returned with his Ikran, unharmed they specified. You felt like your lungs were renewed and oxygen found its way to you once more. Thank eywa.. you were still in thought when you heard Neytiri screech loudly sprinting towards neteyam who had just jumped off his Ikran, jakes face was stone cold, yet wore years worth of disappointment and worry and anger beneath the surface. He hasn’t seen you yet, “ahhh neteyam I’m going to pluck your eyes out you foolish boy” Neytiris voice was threatening, “where have you been all this time, you might as well have ripped my heart out Ma tìrol (my son) what am I to do with you reckless-” she stopped once Jake laid a hand on her shoulder and pulled her towards him.

Neteyam’s gaze was elsewhere refusing to acknowledge the scenario before him, this is unlike him. “Boy, you listen to me I don’t want stuff like this…” jakes voice Faded out when he finally spotted you staring at the commotion. His anger towards you took the better of him, without a second thought he stormed past his father who was still lecturing him. Jake was stunned, this has never happened before yet he wasn’t going to stand being belittled by his own son.

Neytiri could tell something was hurting his sons soul, she felt his hidden pain. When Jake went to go after the boy she stopped him, “ma Jake, he is hurt, the look on his face did you see? He was hurt in here” she placed her finger on jakes heart. He was taken aback, “I will see to him, you are not exactly one to have such conversations with ma Jake” she smiled weakly and walked past him, he knew she was right but what he couldn’t figure out was what could have happened to him. He had more troubling thoughts in mind.

You sat there observing the entire scenario unable to speak out a word. What you’ve done had scarred neteyam deeply, and there was nothing you could do for the wound.

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“Neteyam my boy?” Neytiri had followed him to the hut, his sat in the corner of the area balled up, anger, sadness and stress radiating off him. The vision before her took her back to years ago, when he was just a baby, always bearing too much on his small mind, straining his thoughts. “Talk to me boy, what’s haunting your thoughts?” She tried again, he kept up his wall.

She sat next to him with an arm placed on his back, she ran her hand up and down his spine, calming his nerves, “mama, I’m tired” His voice was so faint, it hurt her soul, “why my boy?” He lifted his head facing her with sad eyes, “I never have a choice do I? I’m told how to live my own life, I’m dads soldier, the clans puppet, no one ever listens to what I want!” She tried to understand him, there is more to his words than what his telling. “Your father is hard on you, but he loves you neteyam, very much and-” “no no, that’s not it, I’m so tired mother so tired of having my life paved out for me, am I living, or following along whatever you choose for me! When is it my turn to make a choice” he had tears escaping, the managed to get out of his grip. “Neteyam speak clearly Ma tìrol what is this really about hm?” Of course she saw right through him, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to open up about this, yet she left him no choice.

“I’ve chosen my mate mama, I see her, she’s who I want. But every odd tells us it can’t be. They’ve convinced her that we can’t be together, I feel the world on my shoulders and my heart emptier than ever” His words deemed heavy on a mother heart, and she knew who his thoughts belonged to. “Ma y/n? Is she your mate?” He wasn’t surprised that she knew, “she was going to be, she gave up on me” she grabbed his face forcefully “no, no one has given up on you neteyam, you hear me, we’ll fix this, a mother knows my boy, she loves you deeply. I know it” that was enough for him to trust his mother, or hold her as an excuse for a chance at hope. Whichever it was, he had a second chance.

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Jake had his own problems troubling his thoughts, in order to get the Metkayina clan to form an alliance with his clan he had to offer up a sacrifice, a form of bond that they can offer Eywa, he was yet to figure out how to let his family and most importantly his daughter know. She is a great warrior he thought, she would do this for her land.

You were curious as to why Jake had called an emergency meeting during the late night, it was random. But what caught your interest the most was that you were going to see him, going to be close to him, close enough to breathe the same air. Yet you felt as though you were worlds apart. “Ma Jake, what is this about?” Neytiri was the first to question as we call sat in a circle, Kiri and tuk next to me and Lo’ak and…Nete at the other end. We all looked at Jake, all attention on him.

“Y/n….my girl-” he seemed like he was still gathering his words, the meeting being about you was the last thing you expected. But the topic seemed to catch Neteyam’s interest, he looked at his father curiously. “My girl I have set for you to…you are to be the Metkayina’s leader to be’s mate, the leaders son, Aonung. You are my eldest girl and his the clans next leader in order to-” you gasped audibly, louder than you wanted to let on, Neytiri’s eyes rained with fire and all you could do was look for Neteyam’s reaction in this matter. He stared at his father eyes wide, hands in fists, knuckles turning a light blue, both Lo’ak and Neytiri noticed his fume.

“Jake what is this?! How could you not tell me this decision about our daughter!? Mother stood challenging Jake in way. He continued to stare at you only waiting for a reply, “what purpose does this serve?” You asked calmly though you hands shook wildly. “A alliance is key to the survival of all the clans across Pandora, to protect our own we need to be twice as strong as the sky demons, we need their help, and my girl I need yours” he kept his poise strong even with the eyes glaring at him at all sides of the room including his mate. Neteyam looked at you, hoping to read your reaction, silently praying you to decline his request, yell at him, say no, deny it all, say you belong to another…to him. But your face remains calm.

“My girl I won’t allow him to do this to you-”

“Neytiri this is also for the good of people you have to understand the humans won’t stop—”

“Father, I understand, this is my home, my land and my people too. I will do all that I can to help and if this is….if this….I accept.” You struggled to find your words, you wanted to seem strong and genuine but you failed as you stumbled over your words, your voice shook. Jakes face softened at your response, he seemed guilty yet grateful. Neytiri approached you kneeling in-front of you. “You shouldn’t have to do this my girl, this responsibility is too far for you to carry, it’s not fair do not accept this!” You held her hands and kissed them gently, “mama, don’t you worry, nothing makes me more proud then to help our people fight against these monsters”

You snuck a glance towards Neteyam, he looked furious, either about to explode, or beat the life out of his father. He silently spoke to you with his eyes, begged you to stop this request, but you couldn’t accept. This was a way to forget about the pain Neteyam’s absence would leave behind, duty before emotions. “How could you ask her something like this huh?” Neteyam no… “you think she could deny you, even if it’s what she wanted most. You treat us like soldiers rather than you children, we take orders from you not love, yet we live with it everyday, but to ask this…..this is….a mate is a bond for life, a ritual of love not a duty to her father or her goddamn land!” Your fathers face bore a furious look, Neytiri only pulled you into her chest cradling you. “NETEYAM, enough of this nonsense you hear me? Get yourself together..what is the matter with you boy?!” Neteyam let out a loud snarl at his father holding a threatening poise before storming out of the hut without an explanation. You were lost at bay, didn’t know what to think, so you listened to your heart and prayed that Eywa would lead you well. You got up and ran after him.

Part three up!!!! Thank you for reading ❤️

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josiesullysblog · 1 year

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Don’t Leave Me. P2

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Angst, Fluff

~Proofread?-no

~Summary-[Y/n] grew up in a home with conditional love.

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Neteyam was a protector. He knew his role at a very young age, it could be something small like a forest animal, or a young child in his clan he understood that if the time came he’d protect.

He took pride in being like his father, he loved protecting his family he wanted them to look for him if they were ever in danger. So, he believed he could justify why he saw red when he saw this mark on you.

Neteyam knew, that you were a sweet girl. You barely stepped out of line and most of the time kept to yourself. Whoever hurt you was going to learn, don’t fuck with Neteyam’s mate.

“I don't like repeating myself.”

You stood silently as Neteyam looked at your cheek, “it was no one,” you said trying to convince yourself more than him. He let a dry laugh, “[Y/n], I understand if you're scared whoever hit you is gonna hurt you again,” he paused.

He forced your eyes to look at him, “But I assure you whoever laid their hands on you will pay.”

Your breath hitched as the boy smiled. How could he smile yet make such threats, what would he do if he found out who it was? You stayed silent not knowing what to say, “[Y/n]!”

A voice called pulling your attention out appeared Kiri, “Your mother was calling for you,” your eyes widen as you thank her, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say to Neteyam as you try to leave, “[Y/n], if you won’t tell me I’ll find out.”

You knew he would, you were more scared of your mother than him so you chose silence. “Okay,” you say as you run off. This side of him gave you comfort in a way.

He cared about you, and he’s willing to figure out who hurt you. You smile softly as you see your mother, “yes,” you say softly.

She had never been violent towards you, but you knew she didn't like you. You didn't know why, maybe it's because you had grown up.

Many parents tend to want babies, yet become upset when the babies grow up. You were an only child for many reasons but the main one was, your parents didn't like each other.

They didn't even sleep in the same room so they certainly weren't going to mate.

“Why’d you run away,” she grabbed your ear, “Huh? Do you think this shit funny?” she dragged you as you yelled in pain, “Stop!” she flung you to the floor as your father came into the room, “what’s the meaning of this?”

You lifted your head to look at your mother, “I have never once done anything to deserve,” you sobbed as your father went to you, “honey-,” you cut him off, “GET AWAY FROM ME!”

Your emotions overwhelmed you, “the both of you are terrible people,” you stood up wiping your cheeks your sadness turning to anger.

“I wish I was just as naive as the people you put your act on for.”

Your mother grabbed you by the arm, “That's enough,” you yanked yourself away, “is it? You two act like I don't know, that I don't see that you both don't love each other.” Your mother stopped, “That's not true.”

“YES, IT IS!” you scream, “Honey,” your father tried to speak again, “No, it doesn't make sense. If you loved each other I wouldn't have caught that lady on Dad.”

You looked him in the eye, “Mom wouldn't have a new “special friend” over all the time,” tears fell down your cheeks, “and I’ve noticed this entire time, but I didn't say anything.”

You stopped as you notice tears in your mother's eyes, “I didn't say anything because I thought maybe one-day things would change.”

Your father put his head down, “and you hitting me today even though I did nothing proved something to me.” Your father's head shot up, “you hit her,” his voice raising, “I learned that you aren't staying together for me, you're doing it for them.”

“You aren't even his,” your mother’s voice was soft, “What?” your father steps in front of you, “don't listen.” your mother yanked at you, “YOU AREN’T EVEN HIS, [Y/n].”

You felt your heart in your stomach, “he was just some cover-up because your real dad is a piece of shit,” you sobbed, “tell me she's lying, DAD, TELL ME,” his head hung low, his hand reaching out for you, “I still love you.”

You ripped his hand away, “why do you hate me so much,” you faced your mother, “you ruined my life,” she said smiling, “It's only fair you feel how I’ve felt since the day you’ve been born.”

“Your father left me BECAUSE OF YOU,” your mother said, “he said no one could love me since my body was ruined.” she looked at you as if you were trash, “what woman has a child and no mate? So, this piece of crap agreed to play along.”

You looked at your “father” He looked away, “We had an agreement we would do whatever we want but the minute we leave this house, we were mated.” she smiled, “Guess you're not a dumbass after all.”

You looked at your hands, “fuck you, Mom,” you turned to leave wiping the tears that fell.

You sat on a tree contemplating. Everything you've ever known has been torn into shreds, and tears puddles in your eyes. How could you move on after this?

The man who you thought was your father turned out to be a hoax your mother put on. You sobbed as you thought more about it, and the only question you had was why.

Why did this have to happen to you? Why did your “parents” not love each other? Why did your mother lie about your father? I mean even if he was a piece of shit you still deserved to know who your real father is.

“[Y/n],” a voice calls for you. You knew who it was, the boy who has been stuck in your mind for as long as you can remember, “yes,” you said as he sat down next to you. His hand grabbed yours he sat in silence not saying anything.

Neteyam said he was going to find out who hit you, and he did. “I know who did it,” he said finally breaking the silence. Your eyes widen, “teyem, she didn't mean to,” you don't know why you tried defending her.

She didn't deserve that from you.

“Didn't mean to my ass,” he made you look at him, “You know I love you,” you nodded slowly, “so, you know that I'd do anything to protect you, even from your own parents.”

You looked away, “I just don't get it,” You finally broke down in front of the boy, “I don't know why they are like this,” the boy wrapped his arms around you, “You deserve better [Y/n], I can give you everything you ever dreamed of and more.”

You believed him. You knew he could but your mind stopped you. How did you know he wasn't going to leave you? How do you know that even after you have his child he won't leave? Every bad possible situation to ever happen your mind thought about.

“My parents,” you paused your mind was mushy, “they didn't love each other. They put on this front but I knew they didn't love each other.” you let the truth slip your mouth, “How will I know you’ll love me?” The question came from a place of insecurity and for most, those types of questions were annoying.

But you needed to know. You wanted the reassurance that he wanted you, not because you could give him children. Not because you could cook, clean, or whatever because anybody could do those things. You wanted him to want you for you, and not the things you could do for him.

“I’ve always loved you,” Neteyam kisses your hand, “from the moment we met, till right now my heart has always been yours.” he smiled at you as he saw that blush appear on your cheeks.

“I can never take someone else as long as I live because I’ll always be searching for you in them,” tears puddled in your eyes, “I don't care how long it takes, I’ll wait for you. If you have problems tell me I want to help, I need you to know that i’m right here,” he put his forehead on yours, “I’ll protect you, I’d do anything even kill if it meant I could see you one last time, [Y/n].”

You connected your lips with him, and he grabbed you pulling you into his lap. You grabbed onto his hair deepening the kiss till you both are forced to let go for air. “I love you, Neteyam.”

He smiled big, “You won’t have to worry about your parents, love” You gave a bittersweet smile maybe leaving them was for the best, “Okay, oh dear you have blood on your chest!” the boy simply wiped it away, “I was helping my mother cook!” you nodded before you two started cuddling, “I meant every word I said, I’ll protect you.” you smiled, “I know.”

After you had left, Kiri tried speaking with Neteyam but it was like the boy was gone. He was there but someone else took over his body. Neteyam knew your schedule, who you hung out with, and what you did so for you to have a mark it would need to come from someone close to you.

“Kiri, did you hang out with [Y/n] today?” the girl shook her head, “No, I haven't she was with her family most of the day.” Neteyam nodded before walking off, had only Kiri known what was going to happen next she wouldn't have said that.

He became your shadow, watching as your mother dragged you. His teeth gritted against each other, it was taking a lot from him not to go and kill your mother.

He wanted you to think he was a good boy, who followed the rules and was always nice. He didn't need you to know that he had bad thoughts. Thoughts of killing everybody that came into contact with you, and keeping you locked away from everything.

You’d become dependent on him, your eyes would look for him, and you’d be on your knees for him. He stood outside the makeshift door as he heard you fight with your parents.

“You aren't even his!” Neteyam’s heart broke for you. Finding out the man who raised you isn't your father? That's a lot to deal with, thankfully Neteyam was there to help you.

He heard you cry and all he needed was for you to leave. “Fuck you, Mom,” you said before running out. Neteyam's smile widen as he creeped out heading into the room, “hello,” he said as your mother looked at him, “Neteyam! What brings you here?” what heartless person yells at their child then turns around and smiles?

I mean he has no room to talk, “I heard a little arguing everything alright?” your father nodded, “Just a little family disagreement,” the man went to place a hand on the boy but Neteyam grabbed it quickly, “It didn't sound like that to me.”

“Thats one good grip you have boy,” he tried getting his hand back but Neteyam's grip became harder, “I know what you said to her,” his anger flipping to your mother, “and I think it's just so cruel to keep such a huge secret from your daughter.”

“Good thing she’s coming with me,” he moved quickly taking a knife out and cutting your father's neck, not to kill him just a warning. Your father fell to the floor as your mother backed up.

“Scared now?” he grabbed her and covered her mouth before she could scream, “i’m going to tell you how this is going to work from here on out, or,” he brought his knife to the woman’s neck, “you're not going to like it.”

“You are going to stay away from [Y/n],” he kicked your father who was writhing on the floor, “i’m going to mate with her, and you two will of course give us your blessings or I will kill you two.”

Your mother cried under the boy's tight grip, “You weren't so sad after causing my girl harm,” he cut her high before letting her fall, “tell anyone this was me and I’ll have you wiped from this planet.”

He put his knife back and walked out, “Thank you for the blessings, Mom and Dad.”

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HEYYY GUYSSS!!! so sorry it took longer to finish this I have so much school work thank God school is almost over!! Hope you enjoy it!!”

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daisyvisions · 1 year

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hewo!!! today is my birthday and i love your account, so i was wondering if you could make a scenario of sangyeon being a pretty awesome boyfriend who celebrates his girlfriend's bday? how would he do it even when he's the busiest? just like a little delulu gift bahah

i won't get mad if it turns smuttie somehow 👀💘 ily

(omg this was sent 3 weeks ago I'm so sorry I'm late to greeting you for your bday but belated hbd anon! I hope you still appreciate the little gift I have for you even if it was late 😭)

Wouldn’t Miss It For The World

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), fem! reader, dirty talk, use of vibrating underwear, implied sex, pet names (sweetheart, baby, good girl,) “daddy” mentioned,

A/N: how I managed to pull this out of my ass is beyond me especially during my writer's block and this wasn’t even the original idea I had in mind 😭

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This was the first time you’d be spending your birthday all alone in your apartment. Not that it was by choice, but by pure coincidence of timing.

Literally, no one had the free time to spend your special day with you. Either your friends were too preoccupied in meeting deadlines for work or just simply forgot (which you didn’t want to think about the latter at all).

You always loved birthdays. Whether it was yours, a family member’s, etc., you just loved the feeling of celebrating them. From shouting “surprise” to seeing the birthday celebrant blow out their candles, you just loved the meaning this special moment in someone’s life held.

So of course it made you feel really sad knowing no one was available, not even your boyfriend who never once missed your birthday even when before you started dating.

He wasn’t expecting at all either. But when he got a call from his boss while you two were watching a movie about a sudden business trip, both your hearts dropped at an instant.

You couldn’t hold it against him, not especially when he would literally go out of this way for you almost all the time. Work is work after all. And he was on his way to getting the promotion he’d been working at for months. So you sucked it in like a champ and told him to just go and not worry it.

“I’ll call you as soon as it reaches 12MN in your time no matter what I’m up to okay?” He reassures you over FaceTime before boarding his plane.

“It’s okay Sangyeon. I’ll be fine!” you respond.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. I’ll make sure your day is still special.”

“I love you too, now go!”

And he had kept his word. You were just watching a movie on Netflix when you got a sudden call from Sangyeon, not realizing the clock had struck 12MN. As soon as you answer the phone, you’re met with his god-like features, hair slicked back while wearing all black.

“Happy birthday my love!” He greets, his smile shining brighter than your phone.

“Thank you so much!” you respond happily.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to celebrate with you.” He pouts.

“It’s okay, I understand.” You lightly chuckle.

“And to make up for it… I have a surprise for you.”

“What?” you tilt your head in confusion.

“Why don’t you open your door and see for yourself?” He smirks.

You rush out of your couch while on the phone with Sangyeon. The moment you swung the door open you let out a loud gasp.

So many gifts were displayed right in front of you. Your chest was filled with warmth. He remembered everything you would mention to him on the side and even the items you would just look at in the mall.

“Do you like it?” He asks.

“Sangyeon, you didn’t have to!” You were so overwhelmed you could cry, not expecting his surprise at all.

“Anything for my girl. Now, why don’t you open each gift for me, hm?” You nod in excitement.

After going through a number of gifts, you were down to the last one: A pretty black box with no label of where it came from, wrapped in a lace bow. Your eyes grew wide the moment you lifted the lid of the box.

Laid out in front of you was one of the prettiest lingerie sets you had ever seen. The lace and intricate details of the sewn floral pattern made it look so delicate you swear it might even break the moment you try to touch it.

“Model it for me won’t you sweetheart?” Sangyeon asks. Your cheeks were growing incredibly warm as he intensely watches you change into the set through video call.

You were amazed to find out how perfect the bra and matching underwear fit you so perfectly, hugging your body in all the right ways. Accentuating your curves so beautifully you felt like a goddess wearing it.

You were so caught up checking yourself out in the mirror until you suddenly felt a strong vibration through your panties, making you moan out in surprise. Huh?

“Like the surprise? I can control it from where I’m from.” You turn around to see Sangyeon smirking, biting his lower lip through the screen. That sneaky little shit.

“D-do these- are these- is there a vibrator in my u-underwear?” you try to ask but the vibrations against your core were starting to make you go numb.

“Mhm. While I can’t be there the least I can do is make you feel good.” His sultry voice running straight to your core, making you squirm in place even more.

“Fuck…” You curse out while you try to keep it together.

“Lie down for me baby, let daddy make you feel good.” You do as you’re told and lie down against the mattress, head resting against the backboard while you spread your legs apart. Making you look like Sangyeon’s personal cam girl.

“Legs apart sweetheart, just like that. Fuck- Keep it open for me.” Sangyeon demands, slowly palming his growing erection as he increases the speed of the vibrator.

You let out a whine as your fists ball your sheets, your jaw slacking from the delicious feeling of the vibrator against your clit.

“That’s it sweetheart, keep moaning for me. Wanna make you feel good. My baby deserves to feel good on her special day.” he coos.

“Wish it was you instead…” you pout, thinking about his thick cock dragging through your velvety walls over and over again. Overwhelmed with everything, you felt your high approaching faster than you thought.

“Fuck- Sangyeon, I’m gonna cum. Please can I cum? Please please please-” You beg, even when it’s your birthday.

“Cum for me sweetheart. Such a good girl for asking-” Sangyeon doesn't even finish his sentence when the coil inside you suddenly snaps, a flash of white the feeling of euphoric waves running through your body.

“Feeling good over there sweetheart?” Sangyeon’s voice brings you back to earth. You nod in response, panting as you thank him for all the gifts again and this very special gift as well.

“There's still one more gift I forgot. It should be outside right now.” Sangyeon says.

“What? Another?! That’s too much gifts already!” You start to worry a bit.

“C’mon sweetheart. You’ll like this one a lot I swear.” he replies. You get up to check, not bothering to cover yourself up with a robe or a big shirt.

The moment you enter the door, you’re greeted with Sangyeon’s figure smiling warmly at you.

“Surprise!” he shouts.

“Sangyeon?! What are you doing here?! Aren’t you supposed to be abroad?” Your eyes wide and confused by his sudden appearance.

“You didn’t think I was gonna miss my girl’s birthday right?” He steps in your apartment, immediately cupping your face as he kisses you deeply. You return the kiss with a feverish one, desperate for his touch.

He presses you against the wall aggressively kissing and nipping your lips, messily shoving his tongue inside your mouth as his rough hands glide against your soft skin. He dives his fingers inside your underwear rubbing them through your wet folds, making you moan against his mouth.

Sangyeon pulls away from the kiss, rubbing your lips with his thumb as he continues to rub circles on your still sensitive clit with his other hand. He smirks at all your reactions to his touch.

“Now, is the birthday girl gonna show me how she likes to bounce on my cock or am I gonna have to do it myself?

#lee sangyeon #sangyeon smut #sangyeon fic #sangyeon x reader #tbz smut #tbz scenarios #tbz fics #sangyeon scenarios #kpop smut #kpop fics #the boyz smut #the boyz hard hours #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fanfic #sangyeon

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love your d/s aos fic vibes but i haaaate d*ddy k*nk so i was wondering if you'd do 'rough kiss' or 'kiss after a bite' + bucktommy? *please emoji*

AN ~ it would be my pleasure! honestly the d*ddy thing squicks me super hard too so i'm happy to contribute to the pool of kinky goodness that doesn't involve that particular part. however! and this won't be a surprise if you've enjoyed my aos smut lmao but i got sidetracked by snuggles so this fic actually ends up filling 'kiss to the top of the head' instead of those other two... but will it be a series? don't tempt me haha prompt list

Relationships: BuckTommy Content: Oral Sex, Established Relationship, Praise Kink, sub!Buck, Dom!Tommy

Read on AO3 (1300wd)

take me by the tongue (Rated E)

Buck had always had a bit of a thing for Strong Independent Women in the bedroom. Sure he'd enjoyed broadening the odd horizon and showing them things their shitty boyfriends never did and all that, and he wasn't immune to the fawning groupie type either, but there was something to be said for the ones who knew what they wanted, stated it, took it. Save a horse, ride a cowboy. It was one of his favourite shirts.

So, suffice to say, he was having a great time with Tommy. A great time. He loved to learn. He loved to please. And both of those things were going, again, great. There was a give and take, there was a learning curve, there was the way his heart grew a few sizes when he could get Tommy panting and calling his name in the throes of it all but there was also an... itch, he needed scratching.

A raised eyebrow.

“It would be, 'okay'?” Tommy pushed back.

“Yeah. You know. If you wanted. To treat me a little... rougher.”

The trouble with being the fit hot and yeah, highly sexual guy in those relationships, is that being good at it was kind of all that mattered. None of them had been long or intimate enough for him to get much practice actually verbalising the specifics of what he wanted; their bodies usually did the talking, and there wasn't this getting-to-know-each-other, please-don't-think-I'm-a-freak period. The freak was laid out right there on the table, take it or leave it. Swipe left or swipe right. Plus, if you wanted to get sad about it, Buck hadn't been in much of a place to speak up for himself back then. If anyone had wanted more from him than he was comfortable giving he probably would have given it anyway. He tried not to think about that part too much.

But Tommy – Tommy wanted to an a frankly frustrating degree to make sure he felt happy and respected and comfortable, and as much as he hated to admit it, that was still kind of new for Buck.

“Is that something you want, Evan?”

Tommy's eyes, rock-steady, scanned Buck's face for any signs of what he wasn't saying. He sidled closer with the slightest salacious whisper of a smile and Buck wondered if maybe his eyes were giving him away. Screaming what his throat wouldn't. Fuck me, bruise me, pull my hair. Pin me down. Make me beg. As if Tommy could see right through to the visions playing in his mind, he pulled their hips together with a rougher yank than usual, and pinched Buck's quivering chin between calloused fingers. Buck took a deep breath, and it stuck to his tongue, and Tommy gently, firmly refused to let him look away as he read him like a book.

“Don't be nervous, baby,” Tommy purred. “Tell me. How rough do you want it? Just a little shove-me-against-a-wall action? Or... how about I pull your hair while you suck me off and I don't let you up til you're gagging for it-”

“Jesus, Tommy.” Buck's knees shuddered and his eyelids fluttered closed for a moment. Tommy made a deep, approving sound in his throat.

“That bad, huh? Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Hell yeah, it is. Tommy bit his lip, smiling; his eyes dark pools of desire that Buck wanted nothing more than to throw himself into and surrender. Slowly, torturously slowly, Tommy leaned for another kiss, and his fingers moved from Buck's chin to the back of his head, and he brushed gently at the hair there. His lips were just about to touch...

Then he grabbed. And shoved.

“Knees.”

“Yes!”

Buck let his knees fold. His heart thumped. Damn, but Mr Chivalry was good at this. Good at this, and turned the fuck on if the shape in his pants was anything to go by. Tommy yanked at his belt, his pants, his underwear, his own enthusiasm bleeding through in his desperation to take advantage of Buck's waiting lips. He didn't need the hand in Buck's hair to get the kid to take him as deep as the primal need for oxygen would allow. He was always an enthusiastic lover, but Christ, Tommy thought. This was next level. So he pulled his hair anyway, steering him, pushing him. He did love a challenge, and he rose to it – and he rose to it. And then, before Tommy could even make his mouth form the words to order him not to touch himself, he clasped his own hands together behind his back and just went even harder with his mouth. It gave Tommy all sorts of ideas.

“God, Evan, you're beautiful,” he growled. Buck moaned at the praise, and it sang through him. He knotted his fingers tighter at the back of Buck's head and thrust into his mouth. “Thank you – for telling me what you wanted. There's so much more I want to do to you. You're so good for me.”

Buck moaned in drunken, desperate pleasure. Tommy had to give the man's desire addled brain some credit. He knew what he was doing. Lord, did he. And to think he'd prepared himself at the beginning of all this to talk a baby bi through things. Now that they'd gotten to know each other a little better, he was pretty sure Buck knew and enjoyed things he'd never even heard of. Christ, but this kid was going to be the death of him.

“If it's too much,” he instructed, “say Maverick. Or tap out like I showed you in Muay Thai, remember?”

Buck hummed his affirmative, but he was so far from tapping out. His hands unclasped themselves and flailed in the air either side of them but it was only in search of friction – to grab his own swollen cock, maybe or Tommy's thighs to pull himself deeper, and Tommy growled - “No.”

And they went back, and Buck whimpered, but he did it, and the vibration in his throat was almost enough to send Tommy over the edge. He felt full to bursting and he knew Buck could take it – even if he was starting to shake and plead against him. He was making little hitching gagging sounds, wet and sucking sounds, and he refused to give up. And Tommy was only a man, and his hips were starting to shudder like bad brakes. The both of them were getting so close it was hard to harness his words.

“You- you like being told how good you are, don't you?” Tommy teased. “And I bet you'd make the most gorgeous little rope bunny for me. We should- We should talk about- ”

Buck made a sound that Tommy was pretty sure was something along the lines of Tommy, please!

He was so fucking full of cock and love and helpless base need that tears were starting to leak from his eyes. His own hips shivered and jerked and he was going to struggle to stay upright much longer.

“I hear you, baby,” Tommy assured him. “You're so ready for me, aren't you? Come with me, Evan. Take it, baby, take it. It's all yours. I'm all yours.”

He let go, and Buck did indeed take it and lapped him up like the fountain of youth until his own orgasm overcame him too and turned his hips and his knees into jelly. The only thing holding him up after that was Tommy's hand in his hair and eventually the man had to take mercy and let that go too. Buck melted into a puddle of bliss on the floor, beaming; his pupils blown wide and every muscle twitching with pleasure. He has the right idea, Tommy thought, and let himself flop down right next to him and pull him into the best semblance of a spoon he could manage with uncooperative cum-drunk muscles and a hard floor.

“Wow,” Buck mumbled. “This whole communicating thing is really hot.”

“No, baby,” Tommy replied, and planted a kiss on top of his wild hair. He'd really done a number on it, and it made him smile. “Pretty sure that's all you.”

#bucktommy #tevan #evan buckley x tommy kinard #tv: 911 #911 fic #clara's fic tag #prompt me stuff

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Like Me Part Sixteen

Bones & All (AU)

Warnings: Murder, Blood, Smut, Talk of Abusive Parent, Violence, Self Loathing, Language

Characters: Lee, Liam (OMC), Reader

Pairings: Lee x Reader

Word Count: 2.340

UnBeta'd

Y/N sat at the kitchen table flipping through the paper, sipping her morning coffee. She glanced at the two boys asleep on the couch in the distance. Lee slouched with his legs spread across the floor from him, Liam cuddled into his side, curled into a ball, Lee’s arm wrapped around his little body. Dried blood stained the chin, neck and chests of both boys. Their shirts a deep crimson from soaking up the dark liquid. Liam’s dark curls sticking to his forehead from the blood.

She let them sleep, not knowing what time they got in last night. It was in the early morning hours, that’s all she knew. They were exhausted when they returned and went straight to sleep on the couch. She didn’t ask where he took the man. Where did he do it? Where did they settle to eat? Where did he dispose of it? She didn’t need to know. She just wanted them to rest after. It took a lot out of little Liam. He was still so new to this even though it's been a year of exploring this new kind of hunger.

The shuffling sound came from the living room, Y/N looking up, seeing Lee ease his way from the couch. Rubbing his eyes he stumbled into the kitchen with a yawn. “What time is it?” He breathed out.

“Almost nine.”

“I need a shower.” He made a disgusted face, looking down at himself.

“You’re scrubbing those shirts, not me.” She smiled up at him.”I thought we had an understanding to take off your shirts before eating?”

“Yeah, we were kind of-”

“Yeah, I know.” She stood, grabbing a cup for him from the counter. “Was he okay after feeding?”

“Yeah,” Lee took the cup from her. “The calm was almost instant.” He sipped the fresh dark liquid. “I remember when that happened to me for the first time. I was around his age. It scared me so much. I didn’t know what was happening.”

“I’m just glad he has you.” She walked over to him, running her hands through his reddish curls. “I surely wouldn’t know what to do.” She gives a gentle smile. “Go shower.” She scrunched her face. “Your hair is sticky.”

Lee kissed the top of her head as he walked upstairs to shower. She’d already had his clothes laid out in the bathroom for him and a bag to place his soiled clothes in to keep the bloodied clothes separate from the regular.

After showering he carefully woke Liam and made him a bubble bath. He washed him up and scrubbed his curls clean with the bubblegum scented baby wash, the water tinted red as it washed down the drain.

After pulling him from the bathe Lee wrapped him in a fuzzy towel and poured bleach down the tub drain.

“Why do you do that after we bathe?” Liam asked, drying his curl with a towel.

“Do what?” Lee grabbed the pair of garanimal dinosaur underwear, helping the toddler.

“Pour the stinky stuff after we bathe when we eat?”

“That, buddy, is to clean the blood after we eat.” He explains as he finishes helping Liam dress. “So the blood can’t get traced back to us.”

“So we can’t get in trouble for eating?”

“Exactly.”

“Who taught you how to do that stuff?”

“I learned as I grew up.” Lee tossed the towel aside. “Others like us through the years.”

“Daddy, didn’t grandpa teach you?”

Lee paused halfway down the hall at the question. It was a simple enough question. An innocent curiosity. Lee let out a sigh and sat at the top of the stairs. Liam going to him, sitting in his lap.

“Why do you get so sad when I ask about him? Why wasn’t he good?”

“Well, bud, my dad used to drink a lot. I got my feeding from him and he hated that part of himself and because I was like that he hated that part of me, too.”

“Do you hate that part of me?”

“No, buddy, I could never hate any part of you.”

“So why did he hate you?”

“I don’t know buddy. Everybody is different. Maybe grandpa didn’t have anyone to help so he was scared of himself. I couldn’t tell you. He wasn’t around much to ask.”

“I was scared the first time.” Liam pouted in the same way Lee did, he noticed that about the child and he would lie if he said he didn’t think it was cute.

“I was, too.” He wrapped his arms around Liam. “You know buddy, I had hoped that you wouldn’t get that part of me, but you did.”

“Is that why you used to always watch me?”

“What do you mean?” Lee furrowed his brow, looking down at Liam.

“From down the street.” Liam spoke. “You were at the window a lot.” He looked up at his dad. “I used to see you. Always watching mommy and me.” He scratched at his little pug nose. “You smelled different.” He laid his head on Lee’s shoulder. “You smelled different than the other people Different from mommy and the babysitter.” He let out an exhale. “I always felt different when I knew you were around. I felt better. Even though I didn’t know who you were.”

“I should have let you know who I was before, buddy, I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“Mommy said you were scared-”

“I was.” He kissed the top of his head. “But I am here now.”

“Will there ever be a time when I’m not hungry?”

“Sometimes. As you get older you will go longer and longer between cravings.”

“What’s the longest you’ve gone?”

“Two years.”

“This is a pain in the ass, daddy.” Liam sighed out, looking up at Lee again.

He laughed out loud. “I agree, buddy. But let's not use that word around your mama, okay?”

“Okay.” He stood from his dad’s lap. “I’m going back to sleep.” He rubbed at his green eyes. “I’m still tired.”

“You should sleep better not that you are clean.” Lee, kiss the top of his head again.

He watched from the top step as Liam walked into his bedroom and crawled back into his toddler bed.

“That kid is way too smart for his age.” Y/N spoke from the bottom of the stairs.

Lee looked down at her with a small smirk. “Yeah, he is. Doesn’t get it from me, that’s for sure.” He told her as he walked down the steps.

She reached out her hand, stopping him at the bottom step. “Wouldn’t be too sure about that.”

She places her hands around his neck. “I have an idea.”

“What?”

“Let’s go camping.” He curled a brow at her. “I know he is still a little hungry after that happening.”

“I’ll take him.” Lee shrugs. “I know you don’t like all that mess.”

“No, I’ll go. I want to go.” She takes his hand and pulls him closer.

“Oh really?!” He smirks, “You want to go camping?”

“Mhm.” She hums into his lips.

He pulls away when she goes for his mouth. “I might still taste the blood a bit. I-”

“It’s okay.” She whispers, her tongue grazing over his lips.

“But,” He backed away again. “You hate that.”

“I’m not too keen on tasting blood when I kiss,” She slid her hand behind his neck. “But, I’d still rather kiss you than not.”

He pressed his lips to hers and slipped his hands around her waist, backing her up till she touched the door to the small laundry room. “You know he is asleep upstairs, right?” Lee muttered, his hands sliding down to her rear.

“I heard.” She nibbled that spot beneath his ear that gave him chills. “So, we’ll stay down here.”

His tongue is in her mouth, tasting her. She can smell the faint smell of copper on his breath but she doesn’t care. All she wants inside her is the scent of stale cigarettes and his soft mint soap. The smell she had gotten used to laying next to at night in bed.

He has her back pressed against the vibrating washer as the bloodied clothes agitates in the cycle from last night's meal. Lee pulls her t-shirt from her and drops in on the floor next to the washer leaving her in her bra and gym shorts.

“Lift.” He whispers, pulling her up gently as he sits her on top of the washer.

Her hands are quick to work open the buttons on his ripped jeans, her nails dragging across his hip bones, sliding the thick fabric down his legs. He kicked his bulking jeans away and pulled her to the edge of the washer. His mouth dragged across her skin, the scent of fresh building sweat tickling his throat.

She kissed at his pulse as her every movement, her everything, filled him. His hands dragged across her skin, feeling her move beneath him he could feel that burning building in the back of his throat suddenly.

Gripping her body, tightly he pulled her shorts down roughly and pulled her panties aside, his face buried into the crook of her neck. He panted as he slid into her harshly, his hands gripping her hips. Her head fell back as he spread soft kisses across her neck and chest as he began pumping himself into her. Dragging her hands up his shoulders she pulled him into a kiss, tasting the barely there penny taste still left on his tongue.

His steady rhythm faded as his thrusts swayed. His brow was furrowed together as he swallowed thickly. “Wait,” He grabbed her hips, stilling her. “Stop, stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

He stilled inside of her. “Please, let me go!” He begged with his eyes still shut. “I can’t-”

“Lee, what’s wrong?” She keeps her hold on him, feeling his body begin to shake.

“Let go!” He opened his eyes and they were dark, pupil’s blown, saliva gathering at the corner of his mouth.

She pulled him close, he tried to keep his face from being buried, his into her neck, the smell burning the back of his throat like a fire poker, her arms tight around him. “It’s okay.”

“I can’t-” He inhaled her smell, the sound of the blood pulsing through her veins ringing in his ears. It was like screaming he couldn’t quiet down.

He grunted, jerking himself free, he grabbed her arms, pressing them down to her side. She heard him snarl as he sank his teeth into the ball of her shoulder. He felt her grip his hands at the pain of his teeth breaking the skin.. As soon as her blood touched his tongue the screaming in his head stopped. It was replaced with her heavy breathing as she struggled to keep herself calm. Realizing he was biting her, his head shot up and he looked down at her, with blood dripping from her shoulder. She wasn’t screaming and had no fear on her face.

She blinked her eyes, tears falling from the corners as he cupped her face. She could see the fear and panic in his eyes. “It’s okay.” She whispered quickly. “I’m okay.” She pulled him into her lips. “You’re okay.” She nodded, pulling his body back against hers. His whole head was fuzzy, he couldn’t think, or even remember to breathe. His body moved on its own with no communication with his brain.

The gentle movements of his thrusting slowly started again. He was gripping her so tight and he thrusted into her, his mouth lapping at the bleeding wound on her shoulder. It took minutes until he was spilling inside of her, her body shaking around him.

After several long moments he backed away like a timid animal. His back hitting the wall. “I- I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay.” Her voice was a whisper.

“What?” He looked back at her, still afraid to look in her eyes. “How- that’s not okay!”

“I let you do it.” She stood in front of him.

“No,” He pulled away and walked out the laundry room.

“Lee,” She went after him. “Stop.”

“No!” He shouted. “I’m not gonna be this person!”

“what person?” She tries to reach for him, to comfort him, but he pulls away.

“I’m not gonna be like my dad! Where I have to worry if I’m gonna flip on you when I lose my shit!”

“You didn’t, Lee! You’re not him!”

He grabbed her arm roughly. “Look what I did to you! I don;t even know why I did it! It just fucking happened!”

“I know! I know! She placed her hands on either side of his face. “I know, but it’s okay.” She said calmly, making him look at her. “Listen to me, I saw it happening and I let it happen.” She spoke out making sure he understood what she was saying. “I knew, and I let you do it.”

“Why would you do that?” He breathed out, helplessly. “Why would you be that stupid?”

“Because you would never hurt me!” She said adamantly. “You know when to stop. You are in control of it.”

“I don;t know if I am.”

“I know you are.” She pulled him into her. “I know you are in control.” She could feel him trying not to break down. “I could feel you knowing when to stop. I could feel your body reacting. “You control it, Lee.”

“Shh, it's okay. “You didn’t hurt me. Not like that.” The emotional flip flop going through Lee made her heart break.

“I’m sorry!”

“Shh, you don’t have to be.” She took his face into her hands. “Look at me.” She told him, holding his eye contact. “I knew what you were about to do and I let you. It’s okay.”

He cried himself to sleep in her arms on the couch late that morning, trying to understand what was happening.

#rpf #bones & all #bones and all #lee #reader insert #reader #Like Me #timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #timothée #timothee #chalamet #Lee #Lee Bones & All

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Dangerously In Love 3

Taglist: @kitwalkersgfff, @ppawmpkin, @yes-divine-ruler, @quicksilversg1rl, @charsdunkie, @eddiemunsonsbitch69, @dahmevan, @sultrysullen, @kaylaperiodqueenslay, @fuckedbykai, @mykie-way, @bxbyalixo , dm me to be added or removed dears.

Warnings: Yandere, Kai Anderson, Obsession, Stalking, Self-harm, Knives. guns, yada yada, Cults etc. Smut.

I stepped down into the basement that he guided me into, my heart sank in fear as I seen myself surrounded by actual clowns. I grabbed the bat that was in the corner of the little walkway down to the basement, I heard a door shut before the lights cut off and I heard hushed movements. I swung my body and the bat around hearing a smack, I assume my bat hit something, or rather someone, I hope. The lights cut back on, and my fear grew seeing as I was surrounded by the aforementioned clowns and now an elephant half donkey mask, I swung at the donkephant mask and sent it flying down to the steps. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME OH MY- HOLY HELL!" I felt hands grab me from behind, so I turned to swing but it was just Kai, my heart rested, I looked at him in fear, "You wouldn't hurt me, would you?" He stifled out a minor laugh, "Why would I hurt my wife?" I smiled and leaned onto him, "I never said they wouldn't." I shot him a glare. "Wife?" I heard a womans voice sound as she laid a hand on his shoulder in a sad matter, I cocked my bat back and swung it at her with enough strength to knock her into the stairs. "Don't touch him. Ever. Again. Got it?" She took her mask off and just looked at me, a woman who could be identified as his sister ran to her and picked the short haired blond up. "Are you okay Ivy?" I glared at the woman now placed with the name Ivy, "I'm fine Win." I noticed how Ally shuffled uncomfortably. "Yes, this is my wife. She's here to stay." I felt myself get suddenly happy at the title "His Wife". My heart shook in joy, I notice his look drop cold when he looked at me, "Go to my room, I'll be up when I'm up." I felt my heart sink just as fast as it floated before I nodded and ran up to his room. I tried to figure out if I had done something wrong, something to upset him, I just couldn't find anything. I felt the pain from my previously cut arm come back, "Fuck." I turned to go to the bathroom to wash it off but was stopped by Kai in the doorway, "Sit." "But my ar-" "SIT!" I felt my soul leave my body once he yelled at me, I was terrified and ran to his bed sitting on the edge, my hands shaking and tear glossing over my eyes. "Baby," He dropped down to his knees in front of me, tears sliding down my cheeks I just wanted to go home now, "I don't like yelling, especially not at you angel, so don't make me yell please. Understood?" I nodded softly before I felt his lips pressed against my inner thighs and his hands ridding me of both my grey panties and my jean shorts. His hands spreading my thighs apart while I laid back feeling comfortable, not safe, no. Just comfortable. His hot tongue traced between my folds and onto my clit, his tongue staying there while his eyes moved up to meet mine. "Kai-" I was cut off by his tongue gliding over the clit and then into my hole, he slurped at my arousal making a disgustingly sexy sound. Moans ripped through my throat in forms of pleas, his name, and just flat out screams. I could feel more orgasm closing in on me, my thighs wrapping around his head, my fingers gripping his hair, my back arching like a cat, I heated up and felt a jolt spasm through my body as my energy deteriorated. I felt like I was on cloud nine at the moment. He pried himself from off of me and laid beside me, pulling me in and holding me. "You can't leave." ''Why?" He chuckled softly and kissed my head, "Because, then I'd have to kill you."

Thank for being patient with me I appreciate it so so soo much!

Mega thanks to my 363 followers and the fans of Dangerously In Love.

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2023!

Friend me on Goodreads here to follow my more up to date reading journey for the year!

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237. The Woman in Me by Britney Spears--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I will admit that I'm one of those people who sometimes turns on an audiobook and just lets it play, my attention coming in and out of focus depending on how invested I am. THE WOMAN IN ME had my full attention. I think, in part, this is because it brought back so much nostalgia for me.

Britney Spears's very first album was my very first cassette when I was a kid. To this day, I will never NOT sing to any of the songs playing in that album. I was the kid in the 90s who laid out with her walkman, listening to the words over and over again, pretending that I knew how to sing. I loved Spears and her music was one of my introductions to North American English music.

Of course, being a kid I had no idea of all of the things she was going through and how obsessed the media was with her. I remember the buzzcut incident, the hounding of her while she was out with her babies, and how tumultuous her love life. But a lot of it didn't hit until I was older and reading THE WOMAN IN ME, I'm reminded that what we see in the media is always going to be through a particular lens--what do they want us to see? What do they want us to be entertained with? Britney's life is falling apart? Perfect, that will get page clicks and sell magazines. The dehumanization of Britney and the sexualization of her portrayed innocence by the media put her on a nearly impossible pedestal, opening the gates for her family to take advantage of her. She's not falling in line with what's expected of her, so of course it means she's out of control.

Anyway, I loved that she was pretty candid about a lot of the pivotal moments in her life. I AM sad, however, that she didn't go as into detail about certain things, but I know a lot of that is also because of the cease and desist letters she must have gotten prior to the publication of THE WOMAN IN ME.

I wanted to cry for her while I listened, and I felt so much anger for her, too. I loved that she referred to herself as weird because there's a certain kind of pure honesty with that. There's also the topic of JT and every time I talk to someone about it, they say there are "two sides to every story", which is true, but I find it always entertaining how convenient it is to say that when it is a man being accused of something less than desirable. But you know, that's just me. *shrug*

Anyway, this was an insightful and heartbreaking read and while I wish we'd gotten more, I appreciate what we COULD get.

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238. The Bungalow Mystery by Carolynn Keene--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I think this Nancy Drew story MIGHT be my favourite one so far. As the series progresses, the themes are seemingly getting a little darker while still maintaining the fun and lightness of Nancy and her mysteries.

THE BUNGALOW MYSTERY held a little more insidiousness, since it features some themes of kidnapping, grief, and greed. I've only read a few of the books in the series and this one kept my attention the most. I wanted to know what would happen next and though the twist and mystery were easily guessed, it was the journey there that was the most entertaining.

Onto the next one!

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239. Pestilence by Laura Thalassa--⭐️⭐️⭐️

While I will most likely never read the rest of this series, I am content with PESTILENCE. I loved the angst between the characters and how they grew through each others' influences. And while it wasn't a perfect read for me, it was enjoyable and I'm a simple girly sometimes.

The reasons why I'm not giving this five stars are the morality of this particular concept--I kept asking myself how the MC was going to connect with the love interest when he is the literal harbinger of pandemics and sickness; the sometimes repetitiveness of the conversations had regarding the aforementioned topic; and how religious this book was. Yes, this is a book about the four horsemen but the conversation made me feel a tad uncomfortable.

To be honest, now that I'm not in the fog of reading this book and the immediate dopamine hit of finishing it, a lot of it is making me question how much I actually enjoyed it while writing this review. I think it fed this particular craving I had after reading a book like BOUND TO THE BATTLE GOD and I was hooked. But I started reading the second book in this series and it dealt with a very timely topic...and not in the best way.

So, now that I've gone off on a diatribe, I will say that I enjoyed this for what it was but I'm realizing that it could have been MORE or just dealt with some of the topics better. I'm just going to leave it at that.

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240. The Android by K.A. Applegate--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

When I started reading this series, I had heard that it was very anti-war and while I've seen this in spurts here and there throughout the last few books, THE ANDROID is where I have truly seen the full extent of it (so far).

Applegate tackles this topic so powerfully in this--especially the idea that just because you can doesn't always mean that you should. The guilt and ghosts of war will follow you and change you for the rest of your life, no matter your intentions and the outcome. ANIMORPHS was truly ahead of its time.

I liked THE ANDROID, too, because it introduced us to something a little different from the at-times repetitive topics and fights that the kids face. I liked that they got to meet more beings fighting (in their own way) for survival in a universe fraught with dangers.

Onto the next one!

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241. Go Eat Worms by R.L. Stine--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I won't lie, of all the GOOSEBUMPS books I've read, this is one of the ones that has genuinely creeped me out. The story actually felt like it had a backstory AND there were some serious creepy crawlies haunting the story.

I think kid me would have loved this one for how gross it was. I feel like I would have been itching my arms and hair, afraid that a worm would be there to greet me. I would have disliked the MC's sister and occasionally the MC too for being so callous towards living things. Did he deserve what happens to him? Absolutely. Leave the poor worms alone, my dude.

Again, I'm hit with that sense of loss I sometimes get while reading these books because I know I would have loved them as a kid.

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242. My Roommate is a Vampire by Jenna Levine--⭐️⭐️⭐️

Listen, this book was FUN. It was adorable and a little silly and just pure fun.

While we don't get to see the story from the perspective of the love interest, the author gives us snippets of his thoughts and his side of things at the beginning of each chapter. I particularly loved those bits and looked forward to them.

The MC's artwork that is described sounds questionable, but I can't fault her her excitement and eagerness when she's creating it and talking about it.

Was this a work of art? No, but it was a surprisingly addicting read that kept me wanting more. I wanted the MC to find out her roommate's secret, and I wanted to see how she would deal with it all. I also wanted to see how their love would develop.

The story in itself is a bit simple and the conclusion was quicker than a two pump event, but I had fun. Like I said before, it was silly and fun. And honestly, sometimes, that's all I need.

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243. The Cuckoo Clock of Doom by R.L. Stine--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I think this is probably the most thought out GOOSEBUMPS book I've read so far. It wasn't scary at all, but it had a pretty great storyline. Of course, it had the awful parents and the morally questionable sibling.

I think though, that my favourite thing about this, was the dedication to actually give us different phases of the MC's life and in a fun and intriguing way. This one, in my opinion, is one of the better GOOSEBUMPS out there.

I especially loved that ending.

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244. Away Game by Ella Kade--⭐️⭐️.5

Was AWAY GAME slightly problematic? Yes. Did I devour the hell out of it all the same? Yes.

But listen, this was the kind of read that pulls you into a bubble but you can still see the pointy parts of the story fighting to pop said bubble.

What I enjoyed that kept me so hooked: ● I love bully romances because watching two characters get together when they hated each other is something I have a hard time saying no to. I love watching that character development and seeing that tension. ● How one character fell completely for the other. ●The sports aspect because I love a good sports romance.

Issues that I had with this book and why I probably won't read this author past this book:

● Who told this white author that she could write a mixed character and write about how hard it is to be mixed? As a mixed person, I could relate to the character but I found it kind of icky that the author used conversations like "will your father not like me because I'm half Black?" Like, in theory, I appreciate it, but it felt weird. Like, the topic of him being Black was brought up more than once and again, while I appreciate the representation, it felt tokenizing and just...not right? This was my major ick for this book. ● Also, adding to my comment about the mixed character's race being mentioned: the author kept referring to him as mocha-skinned. Like. Multiple. Times. White authors of course can write Bipoc and Black characters, but do it with respect. I was so uncomfortable. ● The romance was so quick--I love when there's a build up, but one moment one MC hates the other and all of a sudden, they're making out. It felt messy and a little too insta-lovey. ● The MC who's being bullied has no backbone. ● This needs a lot more editing. I know it's indie, but I've read a ton of indie romance and the editing in this one was distracting. ● The father confrontation was comical. I'm sorry, it's built up so much during the majority of the book and THAT is how he finds out/how the MC deals with the aftermath?

There's a few other things that irked me, but I don't want to say because I'm not educated enough in the topic to touch on it without potentially saying the wrong thing. I wish I could have loved this book, but alas, it was not for me.

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245. Lie With Me by Philippe Besson--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This book. Omg this book. My heart wasn't ready AT ALL for this book.

Sometimes it's the smallest books that give you the biggest heart aches.

I see this story as a cautionary tale, but also the heartbreaking reality so many queer people may experience in their lives (and societies). Not everyone has the freedom to be who they really are and a lot of the times it can destroy them.

While LIE WITH ME deals with a forbidden and often chaotic teenage love at its heart, it is a story of the power of memories and experiences, as well as the decisions that may haunt us for the rest of our lives. Just thinking about this aspect of the book makes me want to cry all over again.

God, this book is beautifully heartbreaking. Especially when it explores the dark underbelly of what it means to hide who you are for the majority of your life.

Please read this book, but bring tissues. Definitely a favourite of the year.

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246. Never Have I Evan by D.J. Jamison--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

NEVER HAVE I EVAN took me by complete surprise! I was craving a story that would captivate me fully and this one definitely did it for me in the most unexpected way. I loved these two men from the moment the story started.

We get complicated backstories and a lot of character development, along with fantastic tension. One of my favourite things about this book is the level of communication and the maturity of the two characters. I often forgot that one of the MCs is only 19 because of how he navigated the harder hurdles in his relationship with the other MC. I just loved their dynamic so much and how they overcame their pasts and the hardships they might face in their futures.

I also LOVED the small town aspect and how everyone is trying to set the one MC up on dates because they just want him to find the perfect guy for him. The grannies of the town LOL.

I definitely see myself re-reading this in the future. I loved it so much!

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Have you read any of these books? Let me know your thoughts!

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