#me when my boyfriends says he needs to get bent over the counter

[tojipure]

"My doberman boy..."

G. Suguru x f!reader.

-jus a short lil drabble :3

Many people thought it was joke when they found out you and Suguru were a thing.

Suguru; covered in tattoos, piercings, smokes, mean and quiet.

Meanwhile you were the polar opposite.

Nails done differently every week, obviously with your boyfriends money. How could he say no? Always out, dragging Suguru along...even if he hated it.

Always getting the attention of men just by existing, until they see scary Geto walking behind you. Giving them looks that clearly said 'She's mine'.

"How did you even pull her?" Satoru always teases.

"fuck..." He mutters watching your head bob. That pretty mouth taking his dick so well. Lewd noises coming out of your mouth as he pushes your head deeper and deeper.

Your moans sending vibrations down Suguru's dick. "Love the way you take it so well baby..." Lifting your head up by your hair. Mouth drooling with saliva as you smiled at him.

"Fuck me..." You pant trying to catch your breath due to the lack of air.

"F..Faster sugu!" You whine as he had you bent over the kitchen counter. Sounds of his dick constantly sliding in and out of your pussy, his hips bucking into your fat ass.

He makes sure to play around with them because how could he not. That sexy tramp stamp with his name on it, he smirks every time he gives you back shots. You belonged to him and only him.

Your whiney moans taking over his ears while he thrust faster into you, "F..sugu am cummin~" He moans as he feels your warm liquid fill up your pussy.

"Sugu cum..inside me." He did not need to be told twice. You hated being on birth control so you rarely let him cum inside you. But tonight was definitely his lucky night.

"You don't know what you do to me y/n." You feel his semen spill inside your pussy. His dick had you down bad for him.

Now kneeling in front of him licking his tip like a kitten. Suguru cursing under his breath as you pump a little more. Another smaller load bust out onto your tongue.

"I love your dick..." you smile after swallowing his salty load.

"With this dick she loves so much" He smirked as satoru rolled his eyes.

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what about ony who's quiet and shy in person dating and extroverted reader but in the bedroom he's nasty and dominant ?

i love love LOVEEEEEEEE THISSSSSSS😩

the two of you were often compared to the sun and the moon. you, being the more outgoing and giggly type. always laughing and making people smile. while ony preferred to stay to himself, always shying away from human interaction. people honestly don’t even think he’d leave the house if it weren’t for you.

you were basically his voice sometimes. whether it be sending his food back when it’s done wrong at a restaurant or letting people know when he’s tired and wants to go home from a party, you were the one to do it. people often get the idea that your control in public was the same at home, but they were completely wrong.

you tried to convince your friends on many occasions that ony was a completely different person at home, but you’re often met with “yea right” and “sure girl. whatever you say”. the two of you were at erens house hanging out. you were seated on his lap as you talking with your group of friends while playing uno.

“nigga you can’t put a draw two on a draw four!!” you yelled at connie as he looked up at you in confusion. “girl since when?” the room lit up with laughter at his mistake as you pulled two cards from the deck and threw them towards him. “that’s two for your mistake too. since you tryna cheat.” you felt a pinch on your thigh, causing you you quiet down instantly.

“m’ready to go.” ony’s breath fanned onto the crook of your neck. you smiled to yourself as you continued playing the game. “uno bitchessss!!!” sasha yelled as she held her one card in the air, basically letting everyone see her card. luckily for her it was a draw four so everyone decided to just end the game right there. “a win is a win right mami?”

connie’s arm went to wrap around hers but she swiftly stood up from her seat on the couch. “no. im the only winnerrrr.” you opened your mouth to speak, but another pinch to your side reminded you of what needed to be done. you stood up from ony’s lap, looking down at him texting on his phone. “you ready to go?”

“awww don’t drag him away from us nowww. he was having fun. right o?” eren faked a pout, pushing out his bottom lip. “oh hush. if y/n says it’s time to go then ony’s gonna go. she’s the boss.” mikasa high fived sasha as eren and connie gasped, holding their hands on their chests while feigning surprise.

“oh you running shit like that y/n?” “right ian know you had it like that.” you giggled as ony stood up behind you. from the looks of it they were right. you were about to walk out of the house empty handed while your boyfriend held your bag and jacket.

you popped your tongue, holding your weight on one leg as your hands raised to your hips. “y’all know i run shit over here. got him holding my stuff and everything. he know wassup.” your friends laughed as you stood with confidence in front of them. eventually laughing along with them as you walked out of the door. little did they know, ony was a completely different man at home.

“aahhggg it’s t-too d-deep daddy” you were bent over the kitchen island, nails scratching at the table as you tried to crawl away from ony’s brutal pounding. “shut the fuck up. thought you ran shit. seems like you only running from shit” he chuckled as pulled your head back by your hair to deepen your arch. his hips jackhammered into your ass while you choked on some of your moans.

when you first got home you went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, bending over to reach in the back of the fridge. ony walked up right behind you, pressing his print on your ass causing you to instantly stand up. “wha-” “sh sh sh. bend over the counter for me princess.” a shiver ran down your spine as you turned your body around and bent over. giving your boyfriend a full view of you panties under your miniskirt.

now you were here. hair tangled around his hand as his other hand was wrapped around your throat. “open up mama.” he whispered while pulling your head back further. you outstretched your tongue from your mouth, brown eyes locking with each other before you felt his warm saliva trickle down towards your throat. before you could swallow, his mouth met yours in a wet kiss. tongues soaking each other in his spit as your moans flowed from your mouth to his.

ony was very different when if came to fucking you. always letting his more dominant side show when it was time to pleasure his woman. “that’s is mama. keep takin this dick.” his hand moved from your throat to your stomach, pushing you back harder onto his dick so you can feel him deeper. “mmfuckkkk. i l-love you!” you screamed as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching. the urge to pee clouding your brain as you tried to push yourself off of him so you didn’t make a mess.

“unt uhh, where you goin? let me have it.” his thick fingers laid on your clit, rubbing in circles at a quick pace as you squirted all over his dick and the floor. your legs grew weak, giving out from under you as you slumped onto the counter, but before you could doze off to sleep, you felt ony’s rough palm lightly tapping your cheek. “stay with me pretty girl.” he helped you regain consciousness before lifting you back up to his chest. “you good?” worry filling his voice as he rubbed your stomach. “y-yea.”

before you knew it he was fucking his dick back into you. eyes widening and body twitching as he stroked inside your overstimulated pussy. “good because daddy didn’t cum yet and i got a lot t’give you. and princess….” you looked up at his face which was already turned towards you. gold grills shining in the dim moonlight as he smirked down at you. “i love you too.”

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Plushies 4 - Teddy

Joel Miller x F!Reader - Yet ANOTHER plushie fic, follows Cluster

Plushies Series Masterlist

Can be read as standalone

Summary: Joel buys you two toys: a giant teddy bear from Costco. And a strap-on dildo.

Warnings: omg where to begin- stuffed animal masturbation, stuffed animal fucking, humping, 69-ing a stuffed bear, sucking dildo, dildo riding, anal play, anal sex, double penetration, pet names, daddy kink, slight cuck!Joel behavior, pussy slapping, finger fucking, vaginal fluids, language, Joel's plush obsession gone too far

18+ ONLY

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He's shopping in Costco when he sees the absolute behemoth of a Teddy Bear. Standing 7 feet tall, 75 pound of cotton belly, AND $100 off? Joel stares up at the thing and instantly knows he needs to get it for his girl. He doesn't care how ridiculous he looks lugging it into the shopping cart, women in the store eying him curiously as he checks out, and the jealous stares of children in the parking lot as hauls it in bed of the truck and speeds off home.

It just needs one more accessory and then it will be perfect.

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Joel swipes his arm over the neatly made bed of squishmellows, not thinking twice as they clutter to the ground. He fetches big Teddy over his shoulder and slams its soft booty on the bed. The thing practically takes up the entire surface.

He hears you putting your purse and keys down on the counter in the kitchen. Quickly, he fashions his accessory to the bear before stepping away right as you open the door and are surprised to see him.

And a big fucking teddy bear on your bed.

"Joel! Oh my god!" You squeal giddily.

"You like it? This is Teddy's big brother. Like me"

"So the teddy you bought me for Valentine's day and I've buried in my pussy is...Tommy?"

Joel's hand twitches by his side as he stares at the bear. "Ok, This is Papi Teddy instead."

You kiss him on the cheek before jumping on the bed, legs spread like a starfish to latch yourself to the side. Joel laughs at how small you are compared to the monster. You wrap yourself around its side and smush your face into its dark soft curls, running your hands all over its body thinking about how Joel's hair is just as fluffy.

You go to sit in its lap to make Joel take a pic when you pause, noticing the hard thing between its chubby thighs.

"Joel. Why does this teddy have a strap on dildo?"

"Because he's a mature Teddy, baby."

Why can't I just have a normal fucking boyfriend who punches my stuffed animals' faces, you think to yourself.

"You spent $500 on a giant bear just so I could fuck it?"

"No. Of course not!" He exclaimed, hands on his hips. "It was on sale for $399."

"How much was the strap on?"

"... ok that was $79 with $20 shipping. Anyway, since you wanna fuck it so bad, go ahead. I didnt say shit. How did I end up with such a horny little girl?"

Sometimes you just wanted to slap him in his smug face.

-

Being such a hornly little girl (with your equally perverted boyfriend) is exactly how you found yourself in your current position, wearing cute lacy lingerie and bent over the enormous leg of the teddy bear, hand wrapped around it's silicon pink cock as you took it in and out of your mouth.

"Look so good swallowing Teddy's cock." Joel says. He sat in the chair opposite of the bed and watched you, leaning forward to get every detail of the way you slobbered all over it. "Like it when ya make a mess like that."

You hummed contently, bobbing your head to suck on the tip, giving Joel the show he wanted. It was like being front seat to his own private porno. He's been resisting touching himself, his bulge pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

You pussy throbbs with need at the scene, the pink jeweled plug Joel had placed in your rear twitching each time you felt the tip of the cock gag your throat.

"Straddle his face baby. Let Teddy get a taste of that pussy." You do as he says, pulling your lips off of him to position yourself reverse cowgirl on the enormous plush. Your thigh swings over his massive head, pressing your hips down.

"Oooooohhhhhhh, fuck Joel," you moan when his giant snout makes contact with your clit, mounting it like a horse.

"Not me, princess. Tell 'im."

"Ahhhh, OH , oh God teddy. Love riding your f-face."

Joel humms in content, watching you arch your back with each grind against the plush. "Get back to swallowin that cock with those pretty lips. Show him what a real fuckin nasty girl you are."

You push your hair back with one hand and grab the base of dildo with the other, wrapping your lips around the tip before inching it deeper. Your hips continued to hump the bears face, his massive nose parting your thong, through your folds. A guilty wetness smears against the fluff, its curls darkening to Joel's likeness from your juices.

"Yeahhh, oh baby, you should see yourself right now. Gagging on a big fuckin bear cock. My slutty little whore. Takin it so deep—yeah thats it— all the way. Put 'im in your throat."

You gagg around the plastic, holding your head there as your eyes squeeze shut. You knew Joel loved the feeling, so letting him watch it from another perspective would drive him crazy. You pull away and sucked a breath of air before going to jerk the cock with the copious amounts of saliva you had coated on it. Drool hangs out of your mouth, dripping to your tits and onto the plush but you didn't care. Not when the satisfying grind against Teddy's face brought you closer and closer.

"Wanna cum on Teddy's face, Daddy," you moan, putting the tip back in your mouth and hollowing your cheeks as your hips moved faster.

"Bet Teddy would love it. Do it, rub your slutty cunt all over his face."

Your pace slows with a long whine, eyes closing as your moan around the cock while cumming.

"Fuck, that's so fucking hot, baby. You're a goddamn dream, ya know that?" He groans, leaning back and pressing his palm to his crotch to finally put some pressure on his tented dick.

Your orgasm had barely finished before you were picking up speed again, humping your Teddy's face with your fresh arousal. Your hole twitched against the anal plug. "Daddy, need you to take care of me."

"Ah uh. Teddy might not be able to cum in you like I can but his cock still needs some lovin' from that tight pussy of yours." Joel stands and walks close to the bed, no shame in rubbing his cock through his pants. You whine at the sight, rubbing your pussy faster.

"You makin' a mess over here yet?"

You proudly lay back from Teddy's face and spread your legs, showcasing the large wet area on the stuffed animals face and the equally dripping arousal between your legs, swirling your clit with your fingertip and moaning loudly.

Joel ran his thigh hands through the matted wet fur of the bears face. "Fuck yeah, good girl, good fucking girl." His other hand finds your puffy pussy, smacking your finger away as he drove two thick digits into your wet heat. He finger fucks you aggressively, marveling at your juices splashing against your thigh and down Teddy's forehead. "God damn, got me my own little pornstar."

You throw your head back, clawing to keep your own legs parted as he works your oversensitive spot over. He presses downward, feeling the bulge of the plug through your vaginal walls. Your juices leak down to the jewel, generously coating your puckered hole.

He quickly withdraws his finger, tugging at his button and zipper with a renewed sense of pace. "Get on that dildo and ride your new teddy bear."

Joel moves away to stand close to the bed as you flipp your leg around to straddle the plush's belly. You inch your hips lower, wiggling them slightly to entice Joel. He platfully slaps your ass, making you giggle. Your hand wrapping around the width of the cock to line up at your entrance.

A high pitched moan escapes your lips as you sunk down on the toy all the way to the base in one motion. Your lips find Teddy's nose as you adjust to the girth inside you, kissing it and tasting the remnets of your slick.

"Fuck me, princess," Joel coos, running his hand over the length of your back soothingly. You look stunning like this, the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. Is this what you always look like while riding his dick?

Gently yet sternly, you feel the pressure of his palm against your back, gliding along each ridge of your spin, urging you to move up and down on the dildo. You set off a slow pace, hands fisting the fluffy chest of your new Teddy friend, slick walls clamping down on both toys buried deep inside you. The plug in your ass occasionally nudged the tip of the dildo, making you whine. You felt very full, but not entirely too much. It was just perfect.

"How's Teddy's cock feel in your tight little snatch?" Joel guides your movements into a faster pace, now bouncing on the cock, tits jiggling with each thrust.

"Fuck, Teddy, feels so good inside me, fills me up so full." You glance at Joel who's licking his lips down at you. "Not as full as my Daddy's cock makes me feel," you add, smiling and biting your lip.

His lips clash against yours at the confession. Suddenly you feel your bralette being ripped off your chest. "Joel—" Your protest muffled by his incessant mouth, biting at your lips and sucking your tongue. You couldn't help but grind faster on the bear while Joel's fingers tweak your bare nipples and cup your swaying tits.

His other hand trails down your spine, swatting your ass. He tugs the thin fabric of the thong over your crack, pressing the anal plug further imside you. You keen into his mouth, tongue swiping his. His fingers honing on your hole, tapping it to remind you of its presence. He slinks further down to where you and Teddy's cock are joined together, your slick pouring down and staining the fluff below.

He feels your wetness at where your folds part to accommodate the pink length inside you. Hand now slick with your arousal, he inches back up to the plug, pressing it further inside you.

You gasp, breaking your heated kiss. "D-daddy, oh fuck... please," you cried, leaning forward, desperate to escape his pressure.

"You want me here?"

You nod, drunk on the need to cum again.

"Cum on Teddy's dick first."

You nod hazily again, arms propping you further up to recapture Joel's lips as he used the plug, tugging and pushing it inside your ass. Your hips move faster, now bouncing on your knees to get the tip of the cock to tap your g-spot inside. Joel loves how good you are at riding, always seeking your pleasure, knowing the exact angles to get yourself to cum.

Joel's fingers wrap around the exterior of the plug and pulls the base expanding around your hole and pulling it out. You cried out in ecstacy. "TEDDY oh—fu-fuuuccckk, s'good oh shit! M'cummin'—cumming on Teddy's cock! Yesyesyes, ughhh—teddyteddyteddyteddy—" you chant, cumming hard on the dildo, arms giving way as you crashed down on Teddy's chest, pussy grinding down against the plush surroundings as you floated in your orgasm.

Joel wastes no time, mounting you from behind, one knee pressing into the mattress with his foot planted directly next to the plush bear foot. You yelp as Joel pushes your body fully flush against the bear, the dildo sinking deeper into your cunt. "Hold on to Teddy, baby."

Your arms wrap around Teddy's middle. You felt a gob of slimy liquid fall directly on your puckered hole, gaping as it swallowes down Joel's spit. His hand spread your ass to watch it twitch, rubbing the tip of his cock to smear it all over, dipping inside ever so slightly before retreating, prepping you.

"Obedient little bitch in heat, just begging to get stuffed full of cock tonight. Gonna take both our dicks at the same time?"

You whine in the bears fluffy chest, wiggling your hips in the air to entice Joel's movements into action.

He lines the tip of his cock against your pulsing little hole before pushing in just the tip, your muffled moans being swallowed by the plush below you.

"So fuckin' tight, babygirl. Holy shit. Never gonna get used to this perfect little ass," He groans, eyes fluttering at the squeeze of your walls struggling to accommodate his length. While the dildo buries in your pussy was generously sized, it was nothing compared to Joel's girth and length, practically splitting you in half.

Teeth clenching into the fluff fabric, you swallow down a cry as Joel's hips inched further, invading your guts.

Joel let out a pained breath as he bottoms out inside your ass. "Fuck, princess. How you feelin'?"

"S-so-so f-mm-fuullll."

He leaned over your body, pressing his cock further into you, his belly slotting perfectly along your arched back. He brushes your hair away from your face to kiss your cheek.

God, you loved this man so fucking much.

He sits back up, aggressive hands seaking your waist as set a brutal pace, hips rutting into the fat of your cheeks.

Nevermind, fuckJoelfuckJoelfuckJoelfuckJoel—

You were trapped between the giant head of the bear and Joel's incessant pounding. Each drive of his hips push you down further into Teddy's softness, the dildo inside you plunging deeper, rubbing against the inside of your belly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue out panting like a dog, arms wrapped so tightly around the plush as you held on for dear life.

"So fuckin' good, oh my Fuck, you're an angel. Just a doll, takin' my cock like this. Getting fucked by your Daddy and your Teddy too—FUCK—sweetest little cunt and ass, my perfect little cock slut, so amazing, 'm so lucky, love ruinin' this ass—holy s-shit!"

The combined fullness of the dildo and Joel's cock inside you rubbed all the deepest, desperate parts inside you, filling you to the brim over and over again. Both cocks rubbing against your walls, their tips nudging, lengths pressing against each other through the membrane. You could feel a drop of Joel's sweat trickle down your back, his harsh almost pained breaths filling the room along side the obscene slapping of his hips against yours.

"You like this? Like getting pounded like the little whore you are?"

"Yes,yesyes holy fuck Daddy yes! Love getting railed by your big cock in my ass, Teddy deep in my pussy—oh fuck Joel 'm cumming!"

You clenched around both Joel's and Teddy's length as you came, screaming into air, uncontrollable shaking as you hump and grind your clit into the soft plush under you, tits pressing against its fullness.

Joel's fingernails dig painfully into the sides of your hips, stuttering his pace as the feeling of you clamping down on him. Brows furrowed, he let out a pained and long growl as he stills completely, cock pulsing, dumping a massive load of his seed deep inside you.

He slips his softening cock out of you carefully before collapsing on top of your sweaty back, sandwiching you between him and the bear.

"I love you," he whispers right into your ear, only for you.

-

Afterwards, Joel cleaned you up with a warm towel, leaving you sprawled arms and legs draped over the bear in the same position he fucked you in, exhaustion preventing you from doing anything other than wince when Joel slipped the silicon cock out of you. He showered you in praise and sweet kisses all over your body, cradling you to lie on your back as he removed the soaked Teddy bear from the bed. He climbed into the sheet with you, after having tossed a few more plushies around your body to surround you in extra softness.

You slept for a few hours. When you awoke, your eyes adjusted the blurriness to see Joel luing next to you on his back, a squishy sitting on his chest as he playfully tilted it to brush again his nose, staring at it with a straight face.

"That one's cute. You wanna take him home?" You asked curiously.

"Well, I mean Kitty is there all by herself on my big bed, could use a friend..." he mumbled, not totally aware that you were watching him eye your stuffed animals on the bed. "Or that's the shit you'd say, right?" He added quickly.

You playfully pout with him, trying to hold a giggle. "He does need a friend..." You said, hoping to encourage this newfound softness of the man you love.

Joel nodded briefly before pausing his fiddling. "Kitty's a he?"

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Extended scene:

"Nah uh, I read all cats are girlies on the little machine at The Olive Garden."

"The what?"

"The little tablet thing at Chili's? Says all cats are ladies."

"You mean the true or false quiz that says: Calico cats are almost all female?"

"Yeah 'ats that one."

"That's ONE breed of Kitty Joel."

"I'd like to breed your kitty."

"I can't take you anywhere."

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Next: Piggy

Or more Teddy special

[wandering-winchesters]

Who Did This To You?

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 4,077 (Oops) Summary: Sam and the reader are close friends, Dean on the other hand is kept at a distance. The reader has a boyfriend, who turns out to be abusive. What will happen when Dean finds out? Trigger Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence, bruises and brief mention of blood. Requested: No, just something I thought up. A/N: I am really happy with how this turned out, please let me know what you think. <3

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I press the accelerator down further, hot tears brimming in my eyes, frantic to get back to the bunker. Back to safety and Sam. I need to talk to Sam, he always knows how to calm me down. My boyfriend, Chris and I had fought tonight and it had been bad, he had gotten in my face and screamed at me over the smallest thing. I put up with it for almost an hour, before I got up and left. What had started out as utter rage had slowly turned to gut wrenching sobs throughout the long drive home. I pull into the driveway for the bunker, parking next to the Impala and quickly making the walk from the car to the door. I unlock it quickly slipping inside, I kick my boots off at the front door and head to the kitchen hoping to find Sam. Much to my dismay, the face looking back at me is indeed not Sam, but the other Winchester, Dean. He looks up at me, his eyes searching my face and his brows drawing together when he notices my expression and the tears on my cheeks. I sniff, quickly wiping them away but it’s too late, he’s already seen them. 

“Where’s Sam?” I ask, drawing on every ounce of strength within in me to keep my wits about me for a few more minutes. Dean takes his time to answer, taking a sip from the beer he is holding as he studies me carefully. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, waiting anxiously for his reply. 

“He went out for a bit, said he needed to get out of the bunker. Can’t say I blame him.” He says, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth momentarily before taking another sip of his beer. I give Dean a short nod and mutter a thanks before turning on my heel, intent upon heading straight to my room but his voice stops me once again. 

“You’ve been crying.” He states, matter-of-factly. I freeze in my tracks, weighing my next options carefully. Why does he care? He’s seen me cry before and it hasn’t exactly made him kinder to me. I square my shoulders and turn around to face him once again, his eyes still locked on me. He looks as if he is carefully analyzing my every move, every breath I take and every word that I speak. He’s leaning against the counter top, one leg bent resting on the cabinet behind him. His arms crossed across his chest, supporting the hand that’s holding his beer. 

“Why do you care?” I ask, my voice a bit more volatile than I initially intended. I am too tired to put effort into being nice to him, a sentiment that he rarely ever gives to me. He is slightly taken aback by my words, a fact made obvious by the way he holds his hands up to the side, shrugging his shoulders slightly. 

“Just thought you might want to talk about it, since Sam isn’t here.” He replies, his tone soft and gentle, something I’d never received from him before. It wasn’t like we were enemies or anything, but he didn’t particularly care for me and I shared the same sentiment about him. We butted heads over everything, he always tried to hold me back on hunts, making me feel incapable and inferior. 

“Ill be fine.” I mutter, moving to walk away once again, and once again he stops me his words cutting through me like a silver knife. 

“Did he hurt you?” He asks, his voice unreadable, but his face screams danger, depending on my answer. I look at him, my eyes searching his face for any explanation of where this was coming from, but he’s impassive other than anger. I don’t trust my voice, so I shake my head no. It wasn’t exactly a lie, he hadn’t physically hurt me, he didn’t need to his verbal threats were enough. 

“I’m just going to go to bed. Thanks anyways.” I say and he nods slightly but he’s not fooled. I turn and actually walk away this time and make it to my room before my tears start to fall again. I sit down on the edge of my bed pulling my phone out of my pocket, intending to send Sam a text, but I am distracted by the multiple messages flooding the screen. Beginning with anger and threats, before changing to apologies and begging for my forgiveness. I toss my phone onto the floor, too tired to deal with the nonsense tonight. The interaction with Dean replays in my head, his kindness strange and cause for reflection. It isn’t as if he was ever a complete asshole to me, but he was never fond of me. I had always been Sam’s friend and Dean just put up with my presence. Neither one of them ever intended for me to start hunting with them, it was a matter of wrong place wrong time. Sam and I had met in college and I went looking for him when he disappeared from classes, the week I found him happened to be when the yellow eyed demon came calling a few years ago, and I had stuck with them ever since. Intent upon learning everything I could about the supernatural. Sam had welcomed me in with open arms and Dean had been dragged along kicking and screaming, metaphorically speaking. Well, mostly metaphorically, he did a lot of yelling. So the concern Dean had for me tonight, was well concerning. It was throwing me for a bit of a loop, curiosity sparking within me. Did he actually care about me and his disdain for me was just a front? No, surely not. I had been with them for three years and this was an utter first. I brush the thoughts aside and close my eyes, hoping that sleep will over take me. Hours later, it finally does. 

I wake to knocking on my door, I yell out a muffled come in, and Sam sticks his head in, his expression apologetic. 

“Hey sorry to wake you, I am about to head out but I wanted to check in on you before I do. Dean said you were upset and looking for me last night, you could’ve called me Y/N, I would have come back earlier.” I had sat up in bed to look at him and he had opened my door the rest of the way. I smiled softly at the tall man standing in front of me, his hair messy and the collar on his flannel offset. 

“Its okay Sammy, you have a good night out?” I ask and he grins sheepishly, nodding his head in response. 

“Yeah, actually, I met a girl at the bar. I am heading back to her place now actually. You doing okay?” He asks me, his smile contagious. I chuckle, shaking my head slightly, but smile back at him. 

“Yeah I am good, go get ‘em tiger.” He laughs at my response, and jogs off down the hallway yelling a see you later over his shoulder. He had forgotten to shut my door behind him, I sigh throwing my blankets to the side and standing up beside my bed. 

I stretch my body, groaning slightly as the tension in my shoulders works it way out. I throw on the jeans I had worn yesterday, before finding a new shirt to wear, I settle on my favorite green tee, a memento from my college years. I pick my phone up from the floor, scanning the mass of texts and calls all from one person. Before sending him a quick message,

8:33 A.M.  I’ll be over shortly, I just woke up. 

I take a deep breath and grab my keys from my dresser and head towards the entry to the bunker. Dean is in the kitchen again, this time making himself breakfast. He gives me a slight smile as I walk past him towards the door. I smile back but keep on my path to my boots, still left haphazardly by the door where I had tossed them last night. “Need breakfast?” Dean calls from the behind me, I look back over my shoulder and see him standing in the doorway to the kitchen, skillet in one hand, towel in the other.

“Not hungry, thanks though. I’ll be back later!” I say, beginning to head out the door to the bunker. I hear him call out something along the lines of ‘be careful’ but I don’t stop to question it, our interaction from last night still weirding me out. 

In hindsight, I should’ve gone back inside this morning. Had breakfast with Dean and ignored Chris’ frenzy of messages. Going over his place this morning was probably the worst idea I have ever had, it hadn’t gone well, worse than I had ever imagined. His messages to me last night and this morning had me convinced that he would apologize for his actions and yet that is the farthest thing from what happened. By the time I had gotten there, he had switched from apologetic to angry again. Instead of his words, he let his fists do the talking. The first time catching me so off guard it knocked me off my feet successfully splitting my lip, the second time I had dodged his blow, stepping out of his reach and yelling at him to keep his hands off of me and trying to leave. But the third. The third landed square on my jaw, knocking me unconscious. 

I had come to from Chris shaking me and crying apologies. His touch sending waves of nausea through me, revolted by the thought of him. Glancing at my reflection in the surface of his coffee table I noticed the rapidly forming bruise. A mark that would serve as a vivid reminder of his actions and my inability of acting like a good, obedient girlfriend. Or so he said, after spending the morning accusing me of cheating on him with Sam. No matter what I said, it wasn’t enough to convince him that we were just friends and he had just lost it on me. I had left in a rush when he went to the bathroom, leaving everything but my phone and my keys behind on his couch. The ache in my body spurring me to move faster out of his place and into the safety of my car. The seconds it took me to get from his living room to the drivers seat, felt like an eternity. I had driven as fast as I dared back to the bunker, checking my rear view mirror constantly watching and waiting for him to appear behind me, but he didn’t. So here I sit, outside the bunker, debating the best way to get into my room without someone noticing the bruises still forming on my face. Not wanting the attention or, more likely the “I told you so’s” from Dean. I grabbed the hat from my passenger seat, tugging it low over my face. I rearrange my hair, framing it around my face in such a way that it covers as much of my jaw as it can. I take a deep breath and exit my vehicle, taking the few steps required into the bunker. 

I shut the door as quietly as I can, taking soft steps towards my room. I hope to make it into the safety and silence of my room without anyone noticing, I am not even sure who is home at this time but I don’t want to see either of them. I had nearly reached the safety of my space, but I head Dean’s door swing open behind me. 

“Y/N, you’re home sooner than I expected. Sam isn’t back yet.” He says and I freeze in my tracks, praying he doesn’t continue the conversation. 

“Okay, thanks!” I say, my voice coming out shrill and unsteady, the opposite of what I was trying to sound like. I hear him move to close his door, but he hesitates and I can feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. 

“What happened to your jeans? Why is there blood on them?” He asks, and I internally curse myself out for my stupidity. I had wiped my hand across my thigh after wiping the blood off my busted lip. I must have taken too long to give him an answer, because I hear him moving closer to me and I close my eyes waiting for the moment that I had hoped to avoid. “Y/N, look at me.” He says and I can feel him ever so close to me. I turn around, keeping my eyes trained on the ground and my face angled away from him. He reaches out and gently grabs my chin, pulling it towards him so he can see me. I bite my tongue to keep the slight gasp from slipping past, his touch on my bruised jaw causing a ripple of pain to travel throughout my nerves, but he notices and his touch lightens. The opposite of his face, his expression darkens, eyes traveling over my skin. His other hand comes up and pulls my baseball hat off my head, revealing all of the color spreading through my skin, reds and purples mainly at this point in time. 

“Who did this to you?” He growls, not waiting for a response his hand drops to my wrist and tugs me behind him. I follow his lead back towards the kitchen, when we get there he points to the counter muttering one word through his angry stupor, “Sit.” I don’t, but he doesn’t notice immediately, his attention turning to something else. He walks over to the freezer and digs out the ice packs that we kept frozen for any injuries that might surface. 

When he turns around, his eyes are trained on me, a scowl engrained in his features. He sets the icepack down, before he turns to me, grabs my waist and lifts me up onto the countertop. I am caught off guard by his actions, a gasp leaving my lips from his sudden movements. His hands on my hips the most amount of physical touch that has ever been shared between the two of us. 

I train my eyes to the floor, not daring to meet his gaze. He had stepped away again, digging through the cabinets for what I think is the first aid kit. I begin to let my thoughts wander, the dull ache in my jaw pulling me back to the moment that it happened. The pure evil hidden behind his eyes, the look of absolute enjoyment he had as he watched me struggle, his hands rough and violent against my body. But I am snapped back to reality by Dean’s gentle touch, his fingertips gingerly raising my chin to look at him. Tears are beginning to form in my eyes, adrenaline wearing off and emotion taking back over. I take a deep breath, hating the way my lip quivers, still dreading showing weakness to the older Winchester. He notices, he notices all of it, but he doesn’t say anything. He gently wipes away my tears and brings a cold cloth to my lip, cleaning up the cut from the first punch. I can feel anger radiating off of his skin, even though his touch is displaying the complete opposite. 

“Did Chris do this?” He asks, his attention moving from the split in my lip to the gash on my forehead. I hiss as he wipes it clean, an antiseptic wipe pinched between his fingers, he mutters a slight apology, but continues patching me up.

“Yeah, he did. He lost it on me this morning, over nothing. It’s my fault though, I ignored all of his messages after I came home last night, so he was angry.” Dean freezes, his fingers stilling on my skin. I look up at him, confused as to why he stopped and I notice his jaw is clenched so tight that it has to be painful. 

“Don’t ever say those words again, you hear me?” He locks his eyes on mine, fury absolutely radiating off of every inch of his body. “None of this, none, is your fault, you got it?” His words are sharp and pointed, his intent clear. I nod in response, he obviously didn’t want to hear anymore, got it. I would keep my mouth shut. 

He continues patching me up, before he stills, looking me over from head to toe once more. He hands me the ice-pack he had laid out and instructs me to keep it on my jaw. He turns his back to me and washes his hands in the kitchen sink. 

“Where does the fucker live?” He asks, his voice low and so calm that it scares me slightly. 

“Why Dean?” This is when he snaps, the anger that has been coursing through him coming out in one big tsunami of a wave, now that he knows I am okay. 

“Because I am going to go beat the absolute hell out of him, show him a bit of his own medicine.” He says, each word leaving his lips like a bullet leaving a gun. Dangerous and aimed at one specific target. 

I sit quietly, unsure how to respond. 

“Why? I didn’t think you’d care this much, figured-“ 

“Oh for fucks sake!” He interrupts me and I jump from the sheer volume of his voice, he walks back over to me and stands directly in between my knees, he rests his hands on my thighs and his eyes meet my own once again. 

“I have always cared about you Y/N, from that day you showed up at our motel. Your search for Sam finally at an end. I have watched you let men into your life that don’t give two shits about you, I have watched how they treated you and I have hated every single one. None of them deserve you, they are all pitiful excuses for boyfriends. I heard you crying to Sam, each time one of them broke your heart and I had to sit back and not do anything about it. You deserve more than anyone can give you, including myself. Which is why I never said anything, I kept you at a distance. I can’t do that anymore, I can’t keep watching you put yourself into these situations. God, if you hadn’t left, he could have killed you. Probably would have killed you, and then I never would have been able to tell you that I-, that I love you.” He says, his voice growing less angry after each word leaves his mouth. My brain is spinning by the end of his speech, his words swirling around my head making me dizzy. He squeezes my leg gently, causing me to snap back to reality once again. 

I blink at him, once, twice, three times before his words finally settle over me and I am completely speechless. I never saw this coming, I admit I have feelings for him, but I had pushed them so far away because of his hatred for me. 

“Dean, I-I don’t know what to say. I always thought you hated me, so I supressed my feelings for you, I dated other men because I thought you would never want anything to do with me. I’m sorry, that I hurt you. I love you too.” I whisper, my hands coming to rest on top of his. He tugs me towards him, his fingers digging into my hips and sliding me across the counter into his embrace. 

“God, Y/N, I am so sorry he did this to you. He will never lay a finger on you again, I promise.” He says, his voice barely registering because of how quiet he is speaking. I can hear how close he is to tears, but don’t mention it to him. I hug him back and relish the way his touch makes me feel. How safe I am in his presence, every fear melting away. 

I hear the door to the bunker open and Sam calls out a greeting. Dean pulls away from me slightly, but keeps his hand resting on my thigh. 

“In the kitchen Sammy.” He calls out, and gently squeezes my leg in reassurance. 

Sam rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks, his eyes locking on my bruised face and anger quickly replaces the initial shock. 

I look away from him, shame creeping over me. I put myself into the situation and this was the outcome, now both of them are aware of what I got myself into and it is crashing down on me in waves. I hear Dean talking to Sam, explaining everything that had happened. By the end of it, both boys were rearing to go track him down and give him a taste of his own medicine, or worse. Little did we all know, they were about to get their chance and they wouldn’t even have to leave the bunker. 

A knock sounds at the door and Sam trails off mid sentence, glancing between Dean and myself, an obvious attempting at asking if we were expecting someone. Neither of us were, and suddenly it hit me. He’s here, he had followed me. My heart is in my throat, my breathing is heightened and shallow. My eyes meet Deans and he knows exactly what I am thinking. “Stay here, sweetheart. Sam, let’s go.” He says, giving me one last look before the two of them walk out of the room and towards the source of the incessant knocking. I don’t listen however, I slide down off the counter and hurry after them. Not wanting to be left alone and waiting to find out the outcome of this visit. Dean throws open the door to the bunker, immediately grabbing my now ex-boyfriend by the collar of his shirt and pushing him backwards away from the entrance. Sam is quick to step outside next to Dean, the boys creating a wall between me and Chris. Dean withholds the fury of his fist and issues quite a few colorful threats, instilling a healthy fear into Chris. He pulls him up by his shirt again and shoves him towards his car. They stand, watching him leave before turning and heading back into the bunker. Sam is quick to be by my side, pulling me into a hug. Apologies flying from his lips. I reassure him that I am okay, my eyes remaining locked on Dean. Hoping that the moment that we had shared wasn’t a one time thing, dying to once again be in his arms. 

I excuse myself from the two of them, heading to the bathroom to clear my head. I spend a few minutes in there, my hands gripping the edge of the sink. Taking breath, after breath, trying to pull myself together. The whirlwind of a day, completely blindsiding me. I open the door to the bathroom and scan the hallway, empty. I take a chance and cross the hall towards Dean’s room. Knocking on the door and being beckoned in by his voice on the other side of the door. 

I open the door and cross the threshold, closing the door quietly behind me. His eyes are on me immediately and I stare back at him, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. Four words hang heavy in my throat, fear of rejection constricting my voice. I clear my throat and finally utter the words I had been thinking. 

“Did you mean it?” 

“Of course I did, Y/N. I will always mean it.” He whispers, and that is all it takes for me to cross the room and throw my arms around him. He immediately hugs me back, tugging me as close to him as physically possible. His lips press against my forehead, sending shivers down my spine. The warmth his body provides is all consuming and like heaven on earth. A feeling that I had never had before, it was clear that this was where I was meant to be.

“I will always keep you safe Y/N, I promise you that. I love you.” Dean says, his lips brushing against my skin as he speaks. I knew he meant it with all of his heart and that was more than enough for me. 

[miraclewoozi]

VERSACE ON THE FLOOR. -l.jh

ooh, i love that dress but you won’t need it anymore –

Or, the time you and your homebody boyfriend* decide to just… not go to your dinner plans.

pairing; lee jihoon x fem reader. content; fluff, suggestive (MINORS DNI). established relationship. warnings; relatively warning free (y'all i didn't even swear???) but just in case -- a couple of dorky jokes, reader wears a dress, makeup and heels, making out, undressing. let me know if i've forgotten anything. w/c; 2.4k (apparently i am in my shorter fic era? party.) note; if there's one thing i'm gonna do, no matter what day of the week it is, it's be disgustingly delusional about jihoon. get ur dentists on speedial, it's a tooth rotter (/j). note 2.0; i've had this one in the drafts for so long i had forgotten all about it! but then VOTF came on shuffle a few days ago (and i started thinking about light a flame woozi at the same time, which nearly fucking killed me), so. here we are. enjoy.<3

You don’t go out for dates very often. Not anymore, at least.

When you and Jihoon first got together, he took you out all the time. For dinners, to cocktail bars, to the movies, for walks down the beach, picnics by the river. It didn’t matter where you went as long as it put a smile on your face — all he ever wanted to do was make you feel special. No expense has ever been too great for his favourite girl, after all; he’s always loved to spoil you.

Now several years into your relationship, you’re a real pair of homebodies. Sure, he could take you out for a four course dinner at an expensive restaurant in the middle of the city, or reserve a table at a pretentious cocktail bar that plays slightly too loud music that’s always just to the left of either of your tastes. Then again… He could cook a nice meal for you to have at the apartment you share, where you can make your way through a bottle of bubbles without one of you needing to stay sober to drive home or else risk your lives in a sketchy cab. 

It’s something you’ve talked about several times, and on every occasion, it’s quite apparent that you’re both very happy with the way things are. If anything, it makes it all the more special when he tells you he needs you to keep your weekend free because he’s making plans, and he wants to whisk you away.

Like now, for instance. The hotel suite he’s booked is gorgeous and you’re perched on the edge of the plush bedding, bent over double so that you can properly fasten your shoes while he finishes getting ready in the bathroom. Now and again, you hear a grumble or a click of his tongue float through the ajar door; every time, you feel a smile play at your lips as you shake your head. He never changes. (You’re so glad.)

“Jihoon,” you call to him softly. You can practically see how he’ll be standing – facing the mirror, on his tiptoes to lean over the bathroom counter and get as close to his own reflection as he possibly can. Pouting as his fingers drag through his hair to try and fix the strands in place just a tiny bit better. “Don’t you dare come out here looking like Sonic the Hedgehog. You know the more you play with it, the more annoyed you’re going to get.”

A few seconds later, he emerges, an eyebrow raised in challenge, an amused grin tugging his lips out of their habitual frown. 

(And lo and behold — his hair looks absolutely fine.)

But the second he sees you, whatever witty comeback he was obviously very proud of dies on his lips, and you straighten up with only one of your shoes secured to your foot, the other just slipped on over your toes.

“Wow,” he says, in that soft, deep, quiet way that he does when you’ve really taken his breath away. You watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows; you see his brow crinkle and his eyes widen, as if he’s trying to see as much of you as he possibly can. “Is that…?”

“Yeah,” you nod proudly, sitting back and smoothing your hands over the dress you’re wearing. “From our first anniversary.”

As his eyes move over you, taking in everything from the way the straps sit on your shoulders to the way the hem lays across your thigh, your own eyes move over him. The top three buttons of his shirt are still unfastened and his tie hangs either side, tucked beneath his collar but not knotted yet. His slacks have been cleanly pressed, a neat, crisp seam running down the front of both legs. Shoes shined to perfection. Expensive watch strapped around his wrist. 

He might just be the most handsome man in the entire world.

“I remember you saying you really liked it, so… I dug it out, special.” 

“You look incredible,” he says. It’s so gentle, so sincere, that you think your heart is about to burst clean out of your chest. Warmth trickles the length of your spine, and it isn’t exactly helped when you realise – only now as he starts to cross the room to get closer to you – that he hadn’t moved an inch since he surfaced from the bathroom almost a full ninety seconds ago.

He shrinks down so he’s rested on both of his knees in front of you, skilful hands moving to help with the shoe you hadn’t managed to lace up yet. every time his fingertips so much as brush against your skin, the electricity in his gentle touches shoots all the way from the point of contact up to your brain and leaves it fogged, impossible to make any sense through the thick clouds of intimacy and adoration. More-so as he smoothly lifts your leg a little and presses his lips once to the inside of your ankle, even foggier still as he trails kisses up the length of your calf towards your knee. 

“Jihoon,” you laugh breathlessly, laying a hand on his shoulder as you feel his tongue press lightly against your skin. He finally sits back on his heels, running his fingers up and down the backs of your legs; he’s successfully managed to hike your dress up a few inches now, too, and he keeps flitting his gaze between your face and your thighs. “We can’t – we’ll be late.”

“We have ages,” he frowns, shuffling closer and trying to bump your knees apart, but you keep your muscles engaged and he doesn’t pull at them that hard, so they don’t budge.

“We have to get there, too,” you remind him. He throws his head back and sighs dramatically. The neckline of his dress shirt seems to open a little more when he looks back at you, drawing your attention down the length of his neck to his bulging chest, and the muscular forearms that he crosses in front of it.

“And this is why we don’t go out.”

“What, because you’re horny all the damn time?” You tease. 

He gently swats at the top of your thigh before soothing it with another small kiss. 

“Because when you look this good, how am I supposed to want to go and eat a steak instead?” 

He grins up at you from the floor, quite clearly delighted with himself for his little gag. You, however, flop back onto the mattress and cover your face with your hands.

“That was so bad,” you chuckle. You’ve been trying for years to not melt to his very specific sense of humour, but it’s all been completely futile. Your reluctant laughs turn to sweet, breathy giggles by the time he lays both his arms across your legs and rests his chin on top of them. You prop yourself up on one elbow to look at him; he’s staring up at your face like he thinks he’ll never see anything as beautiful as you for the rest of his life. 

“Maybe… We don’t have to go out for dinner,” he suggests. “Maybe we can stay in tonight, too.”

“Horndog.” You tsk. But you’re not disappointed at the idea of staying in, either, regardless of whether your teasing implies otherwise. “I knew you’d say that.”

“No — really,” he swallows. You aren’t sure if you can feel his heart beating a little faster where his chest is pressed completely against your shins, or if you’re just imagining it. But the tips of his ears are going pink too, so you think it’s safe to trust your intuition on this one. “I mean-… we don’t have to go. I could-…”

He bites the inside of his cheek before he looks down, pressing his forehead against his arms and hiding his face completely.

“I could do it here.”

He says these words quietly. Mumbles them, really. You aren’t sure if you were meant to hear, or if he was just talking to himself. But either way, it has to be worth a shot to find out.

“What do you mean, Ji?”

One, two, three seconds pass. And… Nothing. 

“Hey.”

You bounce your thighs a little so he’s forced to look up at you, and you can see something swimming in his eyes. Something brewing. He sits back from you and pushes a hand through his hair; a few strands lose their stick to the rest of the main body and tumble down over his forehead. Exactly in the way he was trying to prevent. 

“I could just do it here.”

He says this louder. Clearer. With much more finality. You sit up properly, then, both your hands clasped together in your lap. 

“Do what here, baby?”

His eyes find yours and you sit there for a few moments, unwrapping each other's minds with nothing more than a look and a matching pair of gentle — but slightly concerned — smiles. 

He moves one hand down and slips it into the back left pocket of his slacks. You think you can feel the world around you start to slow. 

When he shifts a leg from beneath him so he’s on one knee before you and presents you with a glittering diamond ring, it stops altogether. 

“Jihoon,” you breathe. 

He glances between the ring and you, biting his bottom lip before he speaks. 

“I had it-… I had everything planned.” He laughs, looking away from your face as even more rising heat becomes evident on his own. “Down to the second, even. But just like you always do — just like the first time I saw you, and just like every time since… You threw me a curve ball and… Somehow, you’ve changed everything. But you made it so much better. 

“I think I was supposed to find you, y/n,” Jihoon says. “I don't know what’s up there, what’s in charge of when we meet the people we meet and why we fall in love with the people we fall in love with. but I know that they were really looking out for me the day you came into my life.” 

You can feel your eyes starting to sting at the corners and you will the tears away, desperate not to smudge the makeup you spent so long trying to perfect. You know he’d love you either way — mascara tear tracks and splotchy concealer and all — but… 

“I am so in love with you that sometimes, it really hurts. It hurts because I know that no one’s ever going to come close — about anyone in the world — to feeling the way I feel about you. I feel bad for everyone, a bit. Because you’re not-… you're not with them. You’re with me. But I wouldn’t want any of them to be with you, because-... and… and if you’ll have me, I want you to be with me forever.”

You don't know when you started slowly nodding along to his little monologue, but you definitely are. You’re not sure when you started holding your breath either, but that’s two for two. He looks up at you, expectantly, fluttering his eyelashes and stuttering out a long, deep breath. 

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

Some decisions, you’ve always thought, are made for you at a cosmic level. Your favourite colours. Your favourite foods. Hot and cold weather people. Loving or hating marmite. A predisposition to enjoying scary movies or being the kind of person who hides behind a pillow. 

This is another one of those. You don’t have to think twice about it — you just know. You know because a great unstoppable force managed to squeeze you together at the perfect moment in time; the ever-expanding universe around you has kept you and Jihoon side by side through everything it could possibly throw at you. 

“Yes.”

Of course you want to spend your forever with him. 

The word leaves your mouth in a whisper and everything flies back into motion. The first black droplet rolls down your cheek. His usually so steady hands fumble with yours to slide the ring over your finger. A perfect fit. You’re hurtling through space and time as he gets up off his knees and cups your cheeks, gently pulling you upright and crashing his lips against yours. You stumble into him slightly in your heels; his kiss is more a chaotic clatter of teeth and giddy laughter than perhaps the intense, romantic gesture he was aiming for, but it’s completely, utterly, unequivocally perfect.

Jihoon’s fancy dress shirt creases under your fingers as you ball it into your fists where the top buttons are spread open, pulling him as close as you can, laughter dying down as he loses himself in you and as you lose yourself in him, right back. He swallows all of your gasps and sighs, hands sliding down from your face to the sides of your neck, until he’s resting a palm on each of your shoulders. A single finger slips beneath one of the straps and he pulls it out of the way, down onto your arm, withdrawing from your mouth so that he can press a series of kisses down your cheek and to your jaw instead.

“Ji,” you murmur, tipping your head back and fumbling at the buttons running the length of his torso, trying and failing to get them open. He chuckles, his other hand coming to rest over yours to stop you. You lace your fingers together, feeling him squeeze. Your heart pounds.

“Let's take our time,” he whispers to you, thumb grazing over your collarbone. “Okay?”

All you can do is nod as he kisses lower, and lower, pressing his lips everywhere he can while he’s still standing. Your neck and shoulders feel ablaze, tickling with the heat of the burning stars his mouth paints across your skin. 

“Need-... Ji, you need to-... call… call the restaurant,” you stutter. “Gotta…. we need to cancel…”

The fleeting sting of his teeth against your throat interrupts you and you’re only aware of him reaching behind you to tug the zipper of your dress down when the material falls completely slack..

“In a minute,” he says, helping you walk backwards until your calves collide with the bed behind you once again. He eases you to lie down on the comforter and crawls on top of you, caging you in with both arms, taking hold of your left hand again.

He looks down at the ring on your finger, his entire face breaking into the most brilliant of smiles. Every inch, from the creases at the corners of his eyes to the paling stretch of his beautiful lips. 

“My future wife needs taking care of, first.”

– no you won’t need it no more, let’s just kiss ‘til we’re naked, baby.

hehe thank u sm for reading!! i hope you enjoyed this bc it was a bit special 2 me. likes, reblogs, comments + feedback are all, as always, greatly appreciated.<3

[onlyfezco]

Surrender - Fezco

Summary: Something felt off about Custer’s unannounced visit right before Lexi’s play. Thank God you were there when things went down. 

Fezco x Reader

Word Count: 1,922

Author’s Note: This is just the season 2 finale without Ashtray dying. I hate the fact that he’s dead and Fez is probably going to jail. I don’t love this one, but I just wanted Ash to not die lol.

Fez always tried to keep you separate from his drug dealer life. You were never over when Mouse and Custer stopped by. You didn’t go with him to see his new supplier. Obviously you knew what he did. You knew his occupation before you two started dating. But the most involved you were, was sitting on the couch next to him at a party while he was dealing. That’s it. The less you knew, the better.

He said it was for your safety, which you respected. Especially after Rue told you what happened at Laurie’s on New Year’s Eve. You were grateful you missed that, but hate that Rue had to be there for it. 

All that was why you were confused when Custer stopped by. Of course you knew a little about Custer. You had to with his girlfriend currently living with your boyfriend and his little brother. You remember when you came over the first day after Faye started living with the boys. You saw some pink clothes tossed on the couch and immediately became annoyed and confused. Fezco just told you he owed his supplier a favor and couldn’t say no. You trusted Fez, but you felt he was leaving something out. Knowing it was on a need to know bases, you left it alone. You watched enough law shows to know if you didn’t know, you couldn’t get in trouble in court for not speaking up about something. 

Something felt off. 

Your hands ran down your flowy black dress with small white flowers printed all over smoothing out the wrinkles. You should be leaving for Lexi’s play now. 

“Babe, we should really get going.”

“Aiight, let me go put on my shoes and we can go.” Fez went back to his room.

You looked around and Ashtray was sitting near Custer. The intense look on his face made you have a weird feeling in your stomach. Ash didn’t trust many people. It took him forever to get used to you being around and sharing his brother. 

You step into the kitchen with Faye who doesn’t seemed too pleased that her boyfriend came over. Weird.

Faye and you weren’t best friends by any means, but you had grown to like her since she started living at the O’Neal house. You sympathized for her situation. A drug addict with a shitty boyfriend. Nowhere else to go when she got into trouble, but a drug dealing associate of said boyfriend who she didn’t even know. Plus Ashtray who wasn’t making this living situation ideal for any party involved.

“Is everything good,” Fez asked after he looked around the room and could feel the same tension you were feeling. 

“Yeah before you go, bro, I really have to talk to you about something,” Custer said. 

Fez sighed as he leaned on the counter. “Like what man?”

Custer paused for a beat. “Everything.”

You glanced at the two men super confused. You knew this wasn’t a conversation you should be listening too.

Custer put his cigarette down on the ashtray then turned around to look at Fez. “The fucking cops found Mouse’s body.”

Faye dropped her glass and you bent down to help her pick it up. There was a body. Is that why Fez had a new supplier? You looked at Faye wide eyed. She stared back at you then lifted her finger over her lips in a shhhing motion. Bile rose in your throat. You quickly stood up.

“Uh, Fez, I think I’m gonna go wait in the car,” you said completely interrupting them. Fez nodded having seen Faye’s hint to be quiet, but you knew Ashtray didn’t know. And knowing the boy as well as you did, you needed to get him out of there. “Ash,” you said louder than you intended, “you want to come wait with me?”

Ash’s eyes didn’t leave Custer. He was pissed. You quickly walked over to the boy, only barely hearing Custer’s next words asking Fez if he heard him. “Ash,” you said placing your hand on his shoulder shaking him a little so he’d look at you and get the sense of urgency you felt, “come wait with me.” He looked up at you, anger in his eyes. “Please,” you begged. Desperation so evident in your tone it made him want to do what you said. When he finally looked up at you, you glanced at Custer to make sure he wasn’t looking then copied Faye’s earlier gesture, placing your finger over your lips. Ash squinted at you then nodded in understanding. 

You grabbed his hand, something you had never done before, and pulled him along. Fez would handle it. He always handled it. Before you got too far away, you glanced at the coffee table noticing Custer’s phone. 

Before you made it out the room, you stopped and whispered to Fez. You didn’t care if Custer saw or thought it was weird.

“He’s recording us on his phone,” you said into your boyfriend’s ear. You pulled away and you both stared at each other for a brief moment before you continued out the living area. 

“Y/N,” Ash said stopping in his tracks dropping your hand.

“We gotta go, Ash.”

“I know but look,” he replied pointing to the security screens that showed the areas around the O’Neal home. The cameras weren’t showing anything. Someone moved them.

“Shit... Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“They’re already here,” Ash said softly. You never heard him sound like such a child in all the time that you’ve known him.

“Stay here,” you said, fear in your voice. “I’ll go tell your brother. He’ll know what do.”

Walking back to warn Fez, you heard Faye tell Custer that Laurie killed Mouse. It didn’t take much for you to figure out what actually happened. Mouse was murdered and one of your boys did it. Fez never said anything to you because he didn’t want you involved. You wanted to cry, but now wasn’t the time for tears.

You grabbed Fezco’s hand getting his attention, you voice low as you warned him. “I think the cops are here.”

Fez tilted his head, his jaw tight. 

“Take Faye and go wait with Ash at the door.”

Your eyes searched his. “What are you gonna do?”

“Make sure you stay safe.”

“I love you,” you said bluntly. You eyes glossing over with tears.

“I love you,” Fez replied, his tone serious. 

You went to the kitchen and grabbed Faye not saying a word. “I think it’s time you leave,” you heard Fez tell Custer.

“What,” Custer asked. “What are we gonna do about the cops?”

“Nothin’, cause I ain’t have anything to do with that. You heard your girl.” 

“Are you high,” Custer asked frustrated standing up. That was all you heard as you went to Ash. 

Everything finally became too much for you, the tears now falling from your eyes. “Ash, I don’t know what’s about to happen, but promise me, you’ll keep your mouth shut. I have an uncle who’s an attorney, I’ll call him and get y’all out of this.”

Ash shook his head. “I don’t know if an attorney is gonna fix this.”

You grabbed his shoulders, “Yes it will! It has too. We take it day by day. I just need us to survive this. If the cops come in here, there’s no telling what they’ll do. And besides, with what Faye said, all they got is drug charges right?”

Ash wanted to believe you so bad. He really did. But the odds never really worked in his favor. His mom left him at her dealer’s house as payment. Nate had their home raided. He acted too quick, killed Mouse, and left a witness in Custer. But he hated seeing you cry getting dragged into the mess he made. So he just nodded. “Yeah, probably.”

“No, probably! It will! I don’t know anything, I can’t say I saw something I didn’t. There probably isn’t even a body! Cops say they have evidence that don’t really have all the time to get you to talk. That’s why you can’t say anything until my uncle is with you. Do you hear me?”

Ash nodded, praying to a higher power he really didn’t believe in that you were right. “I hear you.”

“Okay,” you said. You pulled him into you for a hug. “I love you. I’ve never said it, but you know that right?”

That’s all it took for Ash to start crying. He hugged you back and replied, “I love you, too.” You kissed the top of his head, closing your eyes hoping this would all go away. 

You looked up at Faye while you continued to hold Ashtray. “You did good, Faye. Thank you.” 

Faye smiled at you. She wish she had said something sooner, but she was scared. She liked all of you. You treated her better than Custer ever did. Plus, Mouse was an asshole that the world was better off without.

Everything after that happened so quick. Fez came to where you all were and hugged both you and Ash. Squeezing you both tight until he let go to focus on Ash. He leaned down pressing his forehead on Ashtray’s speaking so only he could hear. “We’ll get out of this okay. Just be quiet and keep your head down. We’ll pin this on Laurie if we have too. I got rid of the hammer and the carpet with Mouse’s blood on it. They only have Custer’s word and he’s a dumbass dealer who’d say anything to protect himself.” 

Ashtray just nodded holding his brother. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. 

Fez nodded in return. He let go of his brother then turned to you. “I never wanted you in this mess, ma. I’m sorry.”

Your tears wouldn’t stop falling now. “I know,” you replied wrapping your arms around Fez’s neck holding him as tight as you possibly could. “I’m gonna call my uncle who’s a lawyer. I’m gonna get you both out of this. I promise.”

Fez just held you close. He was doubtful. He had a little hope that pinning Mouse’s murder on someone else would work. The police just wanted to put someone away. Didn’t matter if it was him, Custer, or Laurie. And if they pinned it on Laurie, any of her guys who didn’t get arrested with her would come after them.

“I love you, Y/N. Always” Fez said.

“I love you, too,” you replied, pulling back so he could look in your eyes and see how much you meant it. “And I’m not going anywhere. We’re gonna figure this out.”

Fez responded with a hard kiss. His hand cupped the back of your head, his fingers intertwined in your hair. You stayed pressed against him until he stopped. His eyes looking down at you somberly like he was trying to remember every detail of your face.

“We gotta surrender so they don’t come bustin’ in here.” You closed your eyes briefly before nodding. In a matter of 10 minutes your whole world had just gotten turned upside down. Now you were about to walk out of the place that gave you so much solace and peace with your hands up so the police wouldn’t  shoot you.

Fez let go of you, stepping away and taking one last look at you and Ash. He walked to door, his hand paused on the door nob as he took a deep breath. He slowly opened the door, immediately putting his hands up. 

“We surrender.” 

[katscki]

Bakugou with a really horny/kinky reader who’s actually a virgin?

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uhhh not edited because it’s 7am

“Katsu?” you run your hand up and down his torso as he holds you in your cozy bed. The exhaustion of the day dripping from both of your eyes.

“yeah, baby?” he says eyes still closed and voice gravelly in that sexy tone when he’s tired. Instead of rubbing your vertical motions you move your hand down lower slowly, as if you’re testing the waters. Eventually you hand lands on his cock and instead of pulling away like it was a mistake, you squeeze. And before your boyfriend could question what you were doing, you whisper one last sentence against the shell of his ear.

“Suki i’m so wet right now.” His head flies up with wide eyes.

“Yo-you are? want me to eat you out baby? or finger fuck you?” He offers up solution after solution but none of them are what you really want. seeing you shake your head no he grows confused. You’re horny but don’t want him to help?

“I’ve been wanting it for so long but i didn’t know how to ask, figured sleepy kats was easiest!” you giggle out with the prettiest smile he’s ever seen, only then does he process your words. “ wanting what for so long, pretty girl?” It seemed as though his voice got even lower and raspier as he sat up, pulling you with him. He lied his head back against the bed frame watching to see what you would do next.

Crawling on top of him to feel the growing bulge in his sweatpants. Kissing all over his neck, hips slightly moving to get some much needed friction. “I think you know what i want, dynamight.” His head falls back in a groan at your implication. Shaky hands move to find purchase on your ass to help guide you. “didnt know my baby was so fuckin’ dirty. you want this dick sweets? ‘s all yours, always been yours.” You let out a pained whimper at his words.

“Need it so bad katsu, fuck i need it s’bad. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve imagined you fucking me bent over the counter till i scream.” All while you work at the drawstring of his pants.

“Yeah baby? all ya had to do was ask. now lay back while i give you the best dick of your life. but stop me if it hurts too much kay?” And just like that, a little glimpse of him was back, ready to care for you in one of your firsts.

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@kafkian THIS IS SUCH A POINT

Bb boy wants to be owned. Claimed.

It’s about feeling genuinely wanted.

He’s e ever felt so truly wanted for himself before. For his status, maybe, but not for him.

Feeling actually desired, genuinely liked and dare he say loved. Bb boy is fucking traumatized and his past relationships haven’t been great. So eddie being like “this is my boyfriend.” “My boy” praising him with ‘my’ before anything (my baby boy, my sweetheart, my good boy, my Angel, my baby, my darling, I can go on and on) Is just heroin to this boy. He’s like a puppy with a wagging tail whenever he hears it. Words of affirmation are this boys love language.

Having his thigh squeezed in the car? He will die happily now, thank you. Even better when Eddie does it on the couch of a party where he’s dealing with Steve at his side. He may not be talking to him much while he works but he reminds Steve he knows he’s there, that he’s happy he’s there and it does it for Steve.

Hickies on his neck? Yup, he’s ascending as we speak. He loves being marked up. At first eddie felt bad if he left a mark, but the first time he saw Steve investigating his hickies in the mirror with blown pupils, Eddie realized it was okay.

And being more than welcome to do the same to Eddie is just as heady for him. Worlds best high. Eddie wants him to mark his neck up too. To let Everyone know he’s someone to someone. That he’s someone’s man. Eddie takes Steve’s clothes as much as steve takes Eddie’s. Eddie jokingly called himself Steve’s bitch a few times and Steve’s not proud of how that made him feel.

Eddie never called steve his bitch… but Steve’s thought about it once in the shower… maybe he should tell Eddie about that.

Eddie and him were once fighting and Eddie crowded him back against the wall, got in his face and whispered “what are you gonna do, huh? You think you’re actually gonna leave me over this? You won’t. Your fucking dick whipped”.

And it wasn’t a very serious fight, they had both been pretty stressed- Steve’s parents were hanging around way more lately and Eddie had been moving more product than ever which was more stressful than he’d expected- and the littlest thing led to a quarrel- it was over fucking dishes and what went in the washer and didn’t- and maybe they were both a little bitchy because they hadn’t found the time to screw in like, three fucking days-, and they both kept rolling their eyes and speaking under their breath and it just escalated. Alls well that ends well, though, and Steve was bent over the counter with Eddie’s hand on his back pushing down, while he was begging for the dick he was so whipped for in half a minute. They both just needed some dick therapy but good. Once they went three rounds they were pretty relaxed, pretty chill. Once Steve’s back was covered in red marks, he was a lot less inclined to pick a fight. The bite marks on his neck and shoulders were more than welcome. The ache in his hips and legs, he was very content with the reminders of Eddie.

The memories of the other man grunting dirty, possessive words in his ear would keep him satisfied for a long time. Would fill his mental spank bank for years.

“Your fucking mine, get it? You’re not fucking going anywhere” “look at you, like a little slut, your fucking addicted to me baby. It’s pathetic. It’s okay, I’m just as fucking addicted to you” “you’ve got me just as whipped as I’ve got you, damn it”

Yeah. Steve liked feeling owned.

[neymarismyfave]

_Stay With Me_

Neymar x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader and Neymar get into a fight over something very stupid which ends up threatening their relationship. But once their stubbornness wears off and they long for each other they finally cave in.

Warnings: Horrible writing, cursing, smut and angst.

Fighting under the cut

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"Por que você age assim?" [Why do you act like this] Neymar asks. "Like what?" Y/n responds with a brow raised. "Você sabe o que." [You know what] Neymar says crossing his arms. "Well apparently I dont." Y/n says with a scoff. "Fine I'll tell you myself," Neymar says before clearing his throat. "Everytime you dont get your way, you act like its always my fault." Neymar says walking a bit closer to Y/n. "Well maybe it is." Y/n says an annoyed expression on her face.

"Oh really?" Neymar asks, his arms returning to his sides. "Mhm." Y/n responds examining her nails trying to avoid looking at him. "Olhe para mim." [Look at me] Neymar says in a barely audible tone, but Y/n being her stubborn self ignores him. Neymar let's an annoyed growl escape his throat as he grabs her chin turning her head to look at him. "If your going to be such a brat, I think were going to need a break." Neymar says in a threatening tone. "I already think we need a break." Y/n says giving him a sharp glare. Neymars hand drops from her chin. "Multar." [Fine] Neymar says before turning away and walking out of the living room. He makes his way over to their shared bedroom and slams the door once he enters. Y/n let's out a huff before heading into their shared bedroom aswell.

She scouted the area for Neymar but saw nothing, she then assumed he was in the bathroom. She headed over to their closet and quietly opened it. She took almost all his hoodies, most of his shorts and a couple of his long sleeved shirts. She then bent down hugging the bundle of clothes in her arms to her chest. She then grabbed out some sleepwear out of a built in cubby. She stood oncemore when she heard a door knob turn. She got out of the room just in time and ran to the guest bedroom her feet padding against the floor every step.

Neymar let out an annoyed groan when he peered into the closet to see half of the clothes he owned gone. "Simplesmente ótimo." [Just great] Neymar mumbled before grabbing a pair of shorts and boxers. He made his way into the bathroom and placed his clothes down on the counter. He looked in the mirror before looking down and shaking his head. "Pelo menos eu tenho o quarto." [At least I get the bedroom]

Meanwhile Y/n was admiring her body in her new lingerie set. She smiled at her reflection but it soon faded when she heard a knock. "Y/n?" Neymar mumbled. Y/n let out a sigh before heading over to the door. "What Ney?" She asked as she opened the door. Neymar went to speak but couldnt find the words when he saw her perfect tan body in a lacy light blue bra and matching panties.

Neymar's pants tightened and he mentally cursed at himself. Y/n couldnt help but be turned on aswell, her mouth practically watered at the sight of her boyfriend in loose shorts hung right below his hip bone. His brunette hair wet and his chest exposed along with his abs.

Y/n cleared her throat. "What do you need?" She asked. "Oh uh, can I have my green and black sweatshirt back please?" Naymar said shifting his weight trying to hide the still obvious bulge poking through his shorts. "Fine." Y/n mumbled before walking over to the pile of clothes and pulling the exact sweatshirt out. She then walked back over to Neymar and handed him the sweatshirt. "There." Y/n said with a huff. "Obrigado." [Thank you] Neymar said before quickly turning around and walking back into the master bedroom they shared before the fight.

Y/n shut the door trying to ignore the small sensation between her legs. Neymar however had no issue dealing with it. He threw the sweatshirt down on the floor and stripped out of his shorts and boxers. He climbed onto the bed and laid down on his back. He brought his hand up to his cock and wrapped it around it. He let out a small groan as he laid his head back and closed his eyes as he begun to pump his cock slowly. He imagined that it was Y/ns hand wrapped around his cock pumping his cock softly. He imagined her whispering dirty things in his ear like she always did. He imagined her other hand running down his chest and softly grazing over every single one of his abs.

He started pumping himself harder groaning as he bucked into his hand still imagining it was Y/ns. He groaned loudly as he pushed himself over the edge. Cum dripped all over his hand as his chest heaved trying to catch his breath. Once he got the energy he finally climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom. He slowly cleaned himself off and washed his hands. He headed back into the bedroom and slipped on his boxers and shorts again. He then picked up the sweatshirt and slipped it on.

Y/n paced back and forth she was supposed to be mad at him, not turned on by him. And the more she thought about it. The more she was turned on. "Damnit Y/n you're supposed to be mad at him!" She mumbled angrily to herself. She took a deep breath and halted before moving her hand down and to touch her cunt, moaning softly as she did. "Fuck it." She mumbled, realizing how much she really needed to feel him.

She quickly made her way through the hallway and barged into the room. Neymar jumped and sat up. "Whats-" But before he could ask Y/n was ontop of him straddling his lap. Neymar's breath hitched as he felt his pants tighten again. "Y/n..." He started but silenced himself by smashing his lips against hers. She responded instantly and kissed him roughly tangling her fingers in his hair moaning against his mouth occasionally.

She grinded against his bulge making him groan. She shoved her tounge into his mouth and fought against him for domanice. Neymar pushed her down. "Você é tão lindo." [You are so beautiful] Neymar managed to get out between kisses. "Você é gostosa." [You're hot] Y/n mumbles making Neymar chuckle a bit. Neymar pulled away and dipped down into the crook of Y/ns neck. He placed soft kisses starting at her shoulder ending right below her ear. He pulled away a bit and whispered soft words into her ear. "Why dont you remove that lacy bra of yours." He sat up along with Y/n. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra letting it fall off her shoulders and onto the bed, Neymar grabbed the bra and tossed it to the floor before cupping her breasts making Y/n arch her back.

"Shit baby." She moaned out. "Eu sei." [I know] Neymar said with a smirk. "Be a good girl for me and take what I give you ok?" Neymar asked a smirk still on his face only it was a bit smaller. Y/n nods her cunt aching. "J-Just hurry please. I-It hurts s-so bad." Y/n managed to get out. "Dont worry baby, I'll take care of you." Neymar said before getting up and pulling the sweatshirt off followed by his shorts and then boxers. He climbed back onto the bed and slowly pushed her panties to the side. Y/n shifted at the sudden cold sensation rushing over her cunt.

Neymar looked at her with a wide smile before pushing 2 fingers deep into her. "F-Fuck!" She said instantly bucking into his hand letting out a moan. Sadly for her Neymar held her hips down with his free hand. "Não seja ganancioso, my love." [Dont be greedy, my love.] Neymar said concentrating on thrusting his fingers deep inside of her. Y/n moaned constantly trying to attempt to buck up into his hand again. Neymar pulled his fingers out and Y/n whined. "Sorry my love I warned you." Neymar said smirking, but that smirk turned into a flustered smile as Y/n had switched positions and was no ontop of him.

"Wrong move baby." She whispered.

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[captainsophiestark]

Fresh Start

Stefan Salvatore x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Prompt: “We all have our reasons”

Summary: Y/N is a non-practicing witch, living her own peaceful life in a small town after running away from home a few years ago. Stefan shows up looking to do the same thing and pretending to be human, although Y/N realizes he's a vampire on-sight. They don't press him, though, even as they start dating. When things start to get more serious, however, they can't continue ignoring the secrets and truths of each others' pasts.

Word Count: 2,228

Category: Fluff, little bit of Angst

Warnings: Mentions of an abusive family, no details or descriptions

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"We're closed- oh, hey Stef."

"Hey, Y/N." My friend and boyfriend of about the last month gave me a small smile as he walked through the door of my bar. We were closed for the night, so I'd briefly been bracing myself to throw out somebody who didn't realize or want to accept that fact, but Stefan came to spend time with me as I closed things down pretty regularly.

We'd met in this same bar just over a month ago. Stefan had just arrived in town, and after moving into his house on the edge of town, he'd wandered into the bar to start introducing himself to everyone. I'd served him a drink while we chatted, and we'd actually hit it off the bat fairly quickly, which I hadn't been expecting to do with a vampire.

He hadn't officially told me he was a vampire yet, of course. But I was an out-of-practice witch. And just because I'd left my coven and come here for a different life, didn't mean I couldn't still clock a vampire from a hundred yards out.

Stefan and I had been on a few dates since we'd first met, and I kept hoping he'd trust me enough to confess his secret to me himself. Every time I thought he might be working up to it, however, he talked about something else instead. For whatever reason, he seemed hell-bent on pretending to be human while he lived in this place.

I couldn't exactly blame him, since I'd been doing the same thing since I'd left my coven at 18. Still, I at least wanted him to trust me enough to let me in the loop.

"How was work today?" asked Stefan, pulling up a barstool and watching me as I wiped down the counter. I shot him a smile.

"It was fine. Nothing too crazy, no rowdy patrons or strange and mysterious newcomers." He huffed a laugh at that, and I grinned before continuing. "Overall, I'd say it was an average day. How about you? How's the garage?"

"It's good," he said. Within a few days of arriving, he'd gotten a job at our local mechanic shop fixing up cars. I knew for a fact he was being underpaid, but he didn't really seem to care. "I got to work on an old Thunderbird today, which almost made the oil stains on every piece of clothing I wore today, somehow including my underwear, worth it."

I laughed at that, and Stefan gave me a pleased smile. I finished wiping down the counter and tossed the rag, then walked around the counter to take the barstool beside Stefan. The only thing left for me to do was put up the chairs, turn off the lights, and lock the doors, but Stefan and I had made a routine of hanging out here a bit longer than we necessarily needed to as a mini, casual date.

"Well, I'm glad you had a good day," I said. "And that you changed your clothes before coming to see me."

Stefan smirked and hummed, then reached forward to pull my barstool even closer to him. He leaned forward, resting one arm against the bar counter and around me as he got in my space.

"What's the matter? You don't want the smell of motor oil on all of your clothes?"

"I know it may sound strange, but no. No, I absolutely do not."

Stefan smiled, his eyes intent on my lips as he moved forward and trailed the hand not resting on the bar counter up my thigh. I leaned in a bit too, feeling the pull towards the man I'd fallen for so quickly. We'd kissed before, but this moment felt much more heated and like it might be leading somewhere new.

Just before our lips met, I forced myself to pause. Stefan paused too, respecting my hesitation, even as he raised an eyebrow in silent question. I wanted to take the next step with him, but... I couldn't bring myself to do it when such a massive secret still sat between us. One I was partially aware of, but that he thought I was completely ignorant to, and one that he hadn't even begun to suspect.

"Stef... I really, really like you," I started.

"I feel the same way, Y/N."

"That's good. And I've enjoyed the past month with you so, so much. I want to keep growing with you and spending time with you and experiencing life with you."

"I'm waiting for the 'but'."

I sighed. There wasn't a hint of judgment in Stefan's voice, but I needed to just spit it out.

"Bu... before we go any further, I think you should tell me why a vampire is hiding out in a small town, pretending to be a car mechanic."

Whatever Stefan had expected me to say, it wasn't that. He leaned back a bit, his eyes wide in shock, and I jumped in with an answer to what I knew would be his first question.

"I'm a witch, Stef," I said. "I don't practice much anymore, but I clocked you for what you are the minute you set foot in my bar."

Stefan huffed a breath of disbelief, blinking a few times before leaning all the way back to sit up straight on the stool. I think he was surprised, more than upset, but the charged, heated air of a moment before had definitely dissipated. He ran a hand through his hair, then cleared his throat.

"Well...As I'm sure you know then, we all have our reasons," he said, completely ducking the question. He stared around the room, doing anything but making eye contact with me.

"Yeah, we do," I said. I was not having the vague answering around questions nonsense. "I was more asking about your specific reasons though, not just the general reasons supernaturals run off to small towns."

Stefan huffed a humorless laugh, then finally looked at me. "You wanna start by telling me your reasons for coming here?"

"Sure." It clearly wasn't the answer he was expecting, but I wanted to be something special with Stefan. If I expected him to be vulnerable, I was perfectly prepared to be vulnerable with him, too. "I grew up in a terrible, abusive family, and so as soon as I could I got the hell out of the house and disappeared to somewhere they'd never care enough to come look for me. I stopped practicing magic altogether because for me, magic is still tied to all those bad memories. So many other witches talk about the freeing, powerful, and peaceful feeling of using their magic, but it hasn't been that way for me since I was a kid. I still grow vervain and some other magic herbs in my garden at home, but that's about it."

Stefan stared at me, clearly surprised by my complete honesty. I'd had a good few years now to process things and get to a place of being more comfortable with where I'd come from and where I was now, although it was never the easiest thing to talk about. But I cared about Stefan, and I trusted him. Whether or not he ended up deciding to share the details of his backstory with me, I wanted him to know mine.

"So..." I started, breaking the silence after a few beats of Stefan not talking. "You wanna share your stuff now? It's okay if you don't, but... I'd really like to be someone you can trust, you know? No big secrets if we're going down the path of a more serious relationship, and all that."

Stefan took a deep breath in and out, looking away from me as he thought. He seemed to make up his mind as he nodded, still staring a hole in the back wall of the bar, and spoke.

"My brother died," he finally said. My heart broke in my chest for him, but I stayed quiet, giving him space to finish. "My brother and a good friend both. We tried to save them, but... as I'm sure you know, sometimes the supernatural bullshit is a little too much to overcome. After that, I just... I needed to get the hell out of our hometown. It was too small, with way too many bad memories. So I did what I've had to do plenty of times in my long, long life. I left, and found a new place to start over fresh. And for the record, I'm not pretending to be a car mechanic. I am a car mechanic."

I huffed a small laugh, giving Stefan a warm smile and the most comforting look I could when he finally turned back to me. I reached across the bar to take his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, which he returned.

"I'm sure this goes without saying, but... I am so, so sorry you had to go through that," I said. "And thank you for sharing your story with me. I know it's not easy to talk about shit you want to leave behind, so... I'm glad we can talk about it, together."

"I'm glad we can talk about it too," he said, giving me a tight smile and squeezing my hand again. I smiled, a little less tinged with sadness this time, and Stefan did too. We held each other's gaze for a moment, letting the loving looks say what words really couldn't, and then I cleared my throat and straightened.

"So... I know I literally just closed this place, and I usually say no when you suggest this, but after getting into our mutual tragic backstories, it feels like a good time for an exception." I stood from the stool and headed around to the back of the bar again, snagging two glasses as I went. "What do you say we drink our favorite drinks, toast to our new-ish lives together in this town where we can comfortably pretend to be humans, and play pool until we're exhausted or the owner of the bar notices the lights and tells us to go home?"

Stefan grinned and stood from his barstool. "Pour me a double of the best bourbon here. I'll rack, and then you'd better prepare to lose."

I scoffed. "Bring it on, Salvatore. I've been in this bar working and practicing my pool game for the past two and a half years. You've got nothing on me."

"Before tonight, I wouldn't have had a very good comeback for that," he said, grabbing the rack and setting it on the felt of the table. "But, you apparently know I'm a vampire, so I can tell you I've been playing pool just about since it was invented. You don't stand a chance."

I grinned as I grabbed our drinks and set them on a table close to the pool table, then pulled down my favorite cue stick from the wall.

"I guess we'll just have to see then, won't we?" I asked. "Age vs. skill, the battle for all time."

Stefan groaned and rolled his eyes, straightening from where he'd almost finished racking the balls to give me a tired, exasperated look.

"That's the first of about a thousand old jokes I'm going to hear from you now, isn't it?" he asked. I grinned, the expression taking on a bit of a maniacal glint.

"Oh, at least."

"Then I guess I'd really better win this game so I have something to use as a comeback, huh?"

"I mean yeah, unless you want to get jokes about your age and about how bad you are at pool."

Stefan sighed dramatically and threw his head back, which made me laugh. He finished racking the table, grabbed a pool cue, and shook out his shoulders like he was preparing for a fight.

"I'll break," he said. I nodded as he stepped up to the table, lined up the cue ball, and hit it with a move so fast I literally almost didn't see it. The cue ball went flying, breaking apart the triangle cluster of balls and knocking two striped balls into pockets around the table.

I gasped, but Stefan acted like he hadn't done anything particularly impressive.

"I guess I'm stripes then, huh?" I stared, mouth open, as Stefan walked around the table to stand next to me. "Your move."

I closed my eyes and swore, and I heard Stefan chuckle next to me. I'd definitely have my work cut out for me if I wanted to beat him, much more than I'd originally expected. One way or another though, I wasn't too concerned. As I stepped up to the table to take my shot, Stefan hovering over me to try to mess up my concentration, I knew we'd have plenty more games just like this ahead of us. Despite the horrible circumstances that had brought us together, we'd found each other, and now we were going to live happy, peaceful lives, together.

Nothing but countless games of pool, terrible age jokes, oily clothing, and everything in between waited on our horizon.

[yes-divine-ruler]

OMG I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA. WHAT ABOUT A KAI SMUT BASED ON THE SONG GET IT UP BY MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE ??? PRETTY PLEASE🙏🙏

Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader Smut - “Get it Up” (18+)

CW: uhhh dub-con, oral (k receiving), degradation, spanksie-poos

Words: 1456

Kai had a weird fascination with you, until you opened your mouth. He'd stare at you from the other side of the room, his eyes bearing into the side of your head as you sat deep in conversation with his sister, Winter. As long as he he was far enough and didn't have to hear what you were saying, he was happy simply watching you. He keenly observed the way you crossed your legs in your short dresses, the way your head tilted back when you laughed, the crinkles next your eyes as you smiled. He just wished he could cover your fucking mouth with his hand as he bent you over his desk, sprawling you out across his murderous plans that you were so oblivious to.

Kai had just finished a meeting, holding the door open for his loyal followers as they filtered out into the cold. You sat at the kitchen bench planning a night out with Winter, both giggling when you mention your new boyfriend.

"What's that?"

Kai was obviously eavesdropping, his interest spiked when he heard the word "boyfriend". You rolled your eyes at him, annoyed that he was trying to contribute to your private conversation.

"None of your business, Kai," you scoff, Winter covering her mouth with her hand as Kai clenched his jaw.

"Boyfriend?" He asked, coming closer to you, his combat boots loudly hitting the floor with every threatening step.

"Yes weirdo, again, not that it's any of your business."

Winter rarely shared what went on in Kai's group, but you knew how terrified his followers were of him. You stood up to him because he needed to be put in his place, and you weren't scared of a humiliated man trying to prove himself to the world. If only you knew what he was capable of.

"Huh, lucky guy," he scoffs sarcastically, turning on his heels and treading over to the basement door.

"What a dick," you mumble, earning a stifled laugh from Winter.

"I gotta make a phone call I'll be back," Winter informs you, stepping out of the kitchen with her phone to her ear.

You tap your fingers on the counter, exhaling a long breath as you waited for her to finish. Then you thought of what Kai said to you and suddenly you felt angry. Why should he get away with that? He always did.

You rise from the kitchen bar stool, following Kai's previous path and descending the basement stairs. Kai sat with his back to you, looking down at the desk in front of him at an assortment of paperwork. 

"Hey, Kai,"

Kai's head snaps around as he hears your voice, his eyebrows furrowed as he realises that you, are down in his basement.

"What?" He asks, swivelling his whole chair around to look at you, his hands resting in his lap.

"I want you to apologise for earlier," you said, crossing your arms over your chest as you waited patiently for a response. He looked at you with such disgust, it was unnerving.

"You want me? To apologise to you? For what exactly?" Kai got up from his chair, walking over to you and standing in your space.

"Okay first- back the fuck away," you placed your pointer finger on his toned chest, "and second, for making fun of my relationship."

His eyes narrowed at you as you looked up at him, not backing away from his cold stare. He came impossibly closer to you, craning his neck down to whisper in your ear.

"Or what?"

For some reason your heart began to beat fast in your chest, and you felt an unsolicited heat rise between your legs. Kai was unbearable, hateful and rude, but he smelt like cologne and you almost felt hungry for his dominating presence.

He didn't move his head and you both stood in a minute of silence, his cool breath fanning your ear as his lips ghosted over your skin.

"Not so brave now are we?" He broke the silence, before his lips came in contact with the skin on your neck. It felt like you were in a daze, his kisses soft and sensual as you closed your eyes to savour the feeling.

When you came to, you pushed him away with your hands on his chest, "what the fuck do you think you're doing?" You growled, unnoticeably pushing him back onto the couch. He sat down forcibly, feeling winded from the sudden rejection.

"Proving to you that you're nothing but fucking talk,  all you do is talk, talk, talk, and nobody fucking cares. Frankly, you'd be so much prettier if you didn't," he looked away for a moment to scoff, your mouth hanging open at the awful things he was saying, "you're a fucking brat, coming into my basement and trying to get me to apologise,"

He got up from the couch, and stood with his chest against yours again, before his hand tangled in the back of your hair, pushing you down to your knees in front of him.

"Let go of me you fucking freak!" You shriek, as he unzips his pants and takes out his soft dick.

"See? I can't even get it up with all the shit you talk, open your fucking mouth," he demanded, tears welling in your eyes when you realised what he was asking of you.

"No Kai! Let me go!" You try and stand but he just pushes you back down, leaning down to dig his fingers into your mouth to part your lips. Then his cock enters your mouth and your eyes widen in shock, the first few tears falling from them.

"So much fucking better," he groans, both his hands now on the back of your head as he begins to thrust harshly in your mouth. You begin to hit at his legs with your fists, trying to push him away, until it's no use and your hands drop by your sides.

"Look at me while I fuck your mouth, bitch," he snarls, pulling your hair back and forcing your eyes on him. You watched his face screw in pleasure, grunts escaping his lips as his cock hits the back of your throat.

He takes his cock out for only a moment, sobs escaping your lips as you let out shaking breaths. He slides it in again, pushing and pulling your head back and forth on his cock until you bare your teeth. He yells, pulling your head away suddenly, his hand still wrapped in your hair.

"You fucking little slut!" He seethes, pulling you up and pushing you towards the couch. He pushes you forward so that your hands are grasping the back rest and your ass is in the air. His fingers rip at your panties, pulling your skirt up to your waist. He doesn't go easy on you, slamming his cock into your tight cunt, his thrusts savagely tearing you apart.

You let out whimpers in pain until they're overruled with intense pleasure. His thrusts don't slow down as you try and push up off the couch away from him.

"Stay there don't fucking move!" His hand wraps around your mouth tightly, muffling your cries as his fingers are soaked with your tears.

You can't help it, your body reacts to the pleasure and your cunt clenches around his cock as it moves in and out of you.

"I knew you fucking liked it," he laughed mockingly, his hand coming down on your ass and leaving a fiery red handprint on your skin.

"Kai! Oh my god-" you let out a whimpering moan as you feel your orgasm approaching, his fingers momentarily pulling at the side of your mouth before he covered it again. You tried to subdue it, but Kai's harsh pounding tips you over the edge. You came around him, letting out more tears as you did, feeling disgusting and depraved for liking such an awful thing from an awful man.

"Holy shit," he groans, as he cuts inside you, pushing his cock all the way in as he does as if he was trying to tuck his sperm away.

He pulls out of you, removing his hand from your mouth entirely. You can't bear to look at him, instead pulling down your skirt and curling into a ball on the couch.

"I don't apologise to no one, especially worthless whores like you," he spits as he speaks, before slamming his hand down on the table next to you in anger and turning to go back upstairs.

"Oh by the way," he says at the top of the stairs, as you finally look up with red eyes to meet his gaze, "ditch your boyfriend he sounds like a dick."

[elianamarie-blog]

The Things You Give Part 31

This has gone on wayyyy longer than I thought it would lol but here is the next part! Enjoy!

“Man, I am so psyched for this car show,” Hyde said as he, Y/n, Kitty and Red sat at the breakfast table. “I’m telling you, once I trick out the El Camino, it’s going to be—” he bent over, covering Kitty’s ears. “Bad-freakin’-ass.”

Kitty rolled her eyes at her son-in-law at his poor attempt to prevent her from hearing him.

“You know ‘tricking out’ sounds a lot like accessorizing,” Y/n said, shoving some fruit in her mouth.

“Hey, don’t ever call it that, alright?” Hyde responded and sat down next to his wife. “But, yeah, that’s basically what it is.”

“Oh, Y/n, I’m begging you to stop,” Red said. “There’s gonna be hundreds of auto parts salesman there kissing my ass because of the muffler shop and I don’t need you embarrassing me with that talk.”

“What—are you ashamed of me?” she asked with a mouthful of food, smirking.

“Am I ashamed of my eighteen year old pregnant daughter who still lives at home? No, not at all.”

Her smiled dropped as she gave her father a deadpanned look. “You’re going to miss me when we’re gone.”

“No, no. Don’t say that. You’re never leaving me,” Kitty said.

“Alright, I’m getting in the car.” Red stood from his seat and shrugged on his coat and pointed a finger at everyone. “If you’re not there in five minutes, I’m leaving without you.” Without waiting for a response, he turned sharply and walked out the kitchen.

“Ah, the honeymoon speech again,” Kitty giggled and started to walk out when she stopped in her tracks. “Whoops, almost forgot my book. You know, this new Jackie Collins romance book gives me the tingles.”

“Mrs. Forman, please. I don’t need to hear about your tingles,” Steven said, scrunching his face.

“You live in my house, you hear about my tingles,” Kitty quipped and turned to Y/n who was struggling to put on her shoes.

“Oh, honey, you might want to bring a book. Once we get there, the guys are going to ignore us.”

Y/n grunted as she sat there, trying to put on her tennis shoes. “I…guess…I can bring…the baby…SON OF A BITCH!” She stomped her foot, irritated and frustrated. “Steven, help me!” she whined.

“Alright, don’t get all squeaky on me,” he said and knelt down to slip on her shoes.

“Hey, this is partially your fault,” she said. “And can you grab me my pregnancy book off the counter?”

He chuckled and reached over to hand it to her. “You’re really going to sit there and read this?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. You know I don’t care much for cars.”

“You like the El Camino,” Hyde said, frowning.

“Yeah, because it’s your car. Otherwise, I don’t care.”

“Wow,” Hyde said and took a step back. “You know how to hurt a man’s feelings.”

Y/n chuckled. “You’re so dramatic. Now help me up.”

                                             Meanwhile…

“Hey, guys, check out my baby!” Kelso announced as he burst through the door with Brooke following in tow with Betsy in her stroller. “Oh, and you remember Brooke.”

“How could we forget?” Donna chuckled.

“Isn’t she adorable?” he cooed and scooped her up in his arms while she babbled.

“Yeah,” Markus said, eyeing Brooke. “I can see why you knocked her up.”

Jackie eyed her boyfriend. “Excuse me?”

“N-nothing, babe,” Markus said, stuttering. “You’re still the most beautiful girl in this room.”

“Damn straight,” she said and looked at Brooke. “You may be hot, but I’m hotter.”

“Okay…” Brooke replied awkwardly. “Anyway, thank you so much, Michael, for watching her for me. Everyone was busy.” Her gaze travelled down to her daughter as she leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he replied, a look of love and adoration adorned his face. “I’m pretty nervous. I tried on three outfits.”

“No, don’t worry. All little girls love their daddies,” she responded and kissed Betsy’s face again, then checked her watch. “Oh, I’m late. Mommy loves you so much.” She looked back up to Kelso with a smile. “Bye, Michael.” She gave him a smile and walked out the door.

“Okay, Donna, I’ve just spent the last ten minutes powdering myself,” Eric called from the stairs as he bounded down. “Time to spill ‘em and feel ‘em—oh, my God, why are you all here?”

“I’m here to show you my baby,” Kelso said, showing her off like a trophy.

“Great, now get out,” Eric replied. “Me and Donna and have plans and it doesn’t include any of you. So…bye.”

 “Yeah, like what, Eric?” Jackie asked, clicking her tongue while smirking.

“You know…we just…as a couple…shut up, Jackie!” Eric stuttered. “You see, the point is…get out. All of you.”

“Wait, wait, I was hoping we could stay here,” Kelso piped up.

Eric groaned. “Why? Why can’t you do it at your place?”

“Because my brothers are home and like to throw darts.”

Eric crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, so?”

“At each other.”

“Okay,” Eric sighed. “Donna, I’m going to go up stairs and change into something sexy. If you’re not there in sixty seconds, I’m going to start without you. And we both know how awkward that can be if you walk into that.”

Jackie shivered. “I remember that day.”

“Wait, what?!” Markus asked, surprised.

She waved her hand. “It’s not what it sounds like.”

He scoffed. “Oh, really?”

“No, it’s really not what it sounds like,” Donna responded.

“Hey, what’s this?” Fez asked, pulling out a bottle from Betsy’s bag.

“That’s breast milk, don’t touch that,” Kelso responded and ripped the bottle from Fez’s hand.

“From an actual boob?” Fez asked in complete awe. “What don’t they do?”

“Kelso, she’s so adorable,” Jackie cooed.

“Why is she making that face?” Donna asked, but suddenly the smell hit them all at once.

“IT’S POO!” they all screamed, scrambling away from their spots.

Kelso ran into Hyde’s old room screaming before running back out. “The smell’s in there too! It’s everywhere!”

“Kelso, man, I think you need to change her diaper,” Markus said, covering his nose.

“W-what? I don’t want to do that! That’s gross!”

“Michael, she’s your kid!” Jackie yelled, hiding her nose in Markus’s shirt.

“No, no I can’t. I’m going to barf if I do. Donna, here, you do it.”

“What?! Why me?!”

“Because you’re better with this stuff than I am!”

“No, it’s because I’m a woman, isn’t it?”

“…Maybe—I mean no—I mean…please help me!”

Donna grunted and rolled her eyes. “Men are so helpless!”

                                                   Meanwhile…

“Yeah, man, look at this place,” Hyde said, gazing around and looking at the different cars. “Chrome, tires, half dressed women…it’s like staying at Grandma’s house.”

“Awe, you poor broken boy,” Y/n mocked, patting her hand against his cheek.

“Funny,” he deadpanned.

“Alright, Salesmen, pucker up!” Red announced. “Red Forman’s ass is in the building!” With that, he walked away in the opposite direction.

“Well, I lost mine,” Kitty said, nudging Y/n’s arm. “I give yours thirty seconds.”

“Alright, Y/n, let’s start off by looking at tires and then after lunch you can help me pick out an obnoxiously loud stereo,” Hyde said, smirking.

“Wait, you’re going to spend the day with Y/n?” Kitty asked, baffled.

“Yeah, man, she’s my wife,” he answered as if it was obvious and turned back to his wife. “Alright, I’m going to go get us a funnel cake. But listen, this is a rough crowd, all right? So, if any guys come up to you and offer to teach you how to drive a stick, just say no and pull the fire alarm.”

Y/n smirked at him. “Yeah, because they’re going to hit on a heavily pregnant girl.”

“You never know, baby,” he said and kissed her cheek before walking off.

“See, Mom, I knew he wouldn’t ditch me,” she said, beaming.

“Y/n, he’s a man,” Kitty replied, shaking her head. “Accept the fact that he’s never coming back. When I went into labor with you and Eric, I sent your father to get me some ice chips. I didn’t see him for an hour and a half because he had found a pinball machine.”

“No way,” Y/n chuckled.

“But it’s fine,” Kitty said through a tight-lipped smile. “Ha! I laugh about it now…I do…I will…it’s just not that funny.”

                                                           

“Hey, where’s Kelso?” Eric asked as he bounded the steps into the basement.

“He left to go grab her teddy bear,” Donna replied while holding Betsy in her arms.

“And he couldn’t take her with him?”

“No, because he, quote-on-quote, ‘took out the seatbelts so that the car would drive faster.’” She rolled her eyes. “Then she tried to eat from my boobs.”

“Hey, that’s my job!” Eric teased and looked around. “Where’s everyone else?”

“They went home. Apparently, helping me with a baby wasn’t interesting enough for them.”

“Well, that’s not cool.”

“You ditched me too,” Donna pointed out. “You went upstairs so that we could have sex and never came back down.”

“Hey, I’m here, aren’t I?” he asked, making her chuckle. He looked around, taking in the silence. “You know…since everyone is gone. We can go upstairs.”

She looked at him as he wiggled his eyebrows. “Are you kidding me? Not with a baby near us! People go to jail because of this crap!”

“Ugh, no!” he shouted. “I meant, put her down to sleep and then you and I can do it.”

“I don’t know, Eric. Seems a little risky,” she said, looking down at Betsy who placed her little hand on Donna’s face.

“Or, it can be a little risqué,” Eric tried, but was met with a stoney glare from his girlfriend. “Well, come on, Donna, we haven’t done it in weeks!”

“We just did it the other night!”

“Yeah, that’s like three weeks in guys’ time.”

“Shut up, Eric.”

                                               

“Okay, one funnel, extra sugar. Just the way you like it,” Hyde announced as he handed the funnel cake to his wife who was sitting on a bench.

“Awe, thank you, sweetheart,” she cooed. “Because you came back, I’m going to feed you a piece.”

“Oh, get a room you two,” Kitty said, bitterly.

“We did and look where that got us,” Y/n responded.

Kitty huffed. “Did you see Red?”

“He’s not back yet?” Steven asked, looking around, confused. “That’s weird, he was in front of me at the funnel cake line.”

Kitty turned around to see a sight that automatically made her blood boil. “What the...?!”

Right behind her was Red holding the funnel cake with two young, beautiful half-naked women on each side, standing in front of a camera.

“Say, funnel cake!” Red beamed.

“Funnel cake!” the girls said in unison.

“Oh, my God!” Kitty exclaimed. “Are you kidding me?!”

“And fun’s over,” Red grumbled.

“Well, I hope you’re happy, Red Forman because we are leaving! You two!” she screeched, pointing at the young, married couple. “Get your a-ss-e-s back to the car!”

They didn’t have to be told twice as they jumped up and made haste towards the car.

“And you two!” Kitty hollered at the women. “Get your b-double o-b’s off my husband!”

                                                Meanwhile…

“Okay, I think she’s asleep,” Donna said, gently placing Betsy into her cradle.

They had moved their conversation into Eric’s bedroom, bringing Betsy’s bed along with them.

“Well, in that case,” Eric said, standing from his bed and started to undress himself.

“Eric, I told you we’re not doing that here,” Donna said sternly.

“What? Come on, Donna!” he whined. “You brought the tiger out of its cage and once it’s out, you can’t put it back.”

She sighed and looked back at the baby before shrugging and getting into bed. As she cuddled up to him, he threw on the covers over them. They soon found themselves melting into each other and into the mattress.

Just when Eric was about to unbutton his pants, Betsy started fussing.

“Oh, crap, the baby’s awake,” Donna said and pulled away.

“Donna—no, no, no, no, no,” Eric begged. “Hey, Betsy, go ahead and close your eyes, sweetie ‘cause Aunt Donna and Uncle Eric are going to do it.”

“Eric, you are seriously disturbed. We have to take care of her.”

“No, no. Come on she’s fine!” he continued. “The tiger really wants to escape his cage.”

She made a face at him. “How is a crying baby not turning you off?” She held Betsy in her arms, rocking her.

“Two words, Donna. Eight…teen,” he deadpanned. “Nothing turns me off.”

“Ew.”

                                           A Little While Later…

The kitchen door swung open as Donna and Eric walked through carrying Betsy. Fez sat at the kitchen table staring at a bottle of breast milk.

“Fez?” Donna asked cautiously.

“Yeah?”

“Why are you staring at that bottle?”

“Because it came from a breast,” he whispered in awe. “Simply remarkable.”

“Okay, you’re clearly a demented pervert, so let me ask you this,” Donna said as she placed Betsy in her stroller. “Would you be able to have sex with a baby in the room?”

“No way,” he replied, knitting his eyebrows together. “I can barley do it with a woman in the room.”

“Congratulations, Eric. You’re more sexually despicable than Fez,” Donna cracked.

“Okay, Donna, here’s the thing,” Eric began, thinking his defense would come to his rescue, when in fact it wasn’t. “I’m a man, so my on/off switch is always on. Now, you can either deal with that or—switch to girls.”

“Pig,” Donna laughed.

The sliding door slid open as Bob walked in. His eyes widened when he saw the baby. “Donna, if that’s your baby I’m going to snap Eric in half.”

Eric spread his hands, palms up, confused and feeling attacked.

“Dad, don’t you think you would’ve noticed if I was pregnant?” Donna asked.

“Not really. I’m not really a hands-on kind of a dad,” Bob responded.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Donna grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“Anyhoo, I brought the hammock inside because it’s too cold outside and need someone to push me,” Bob continued.

“I can do it for you,” Fez volunteered and stood up.

“Great, thanks!”

At that moment, Kelso rushed in from the side door. “Okay! I got her teddy bear! And it wasn’t easy dodging my brothers,” he said excitedly “I got a dart in the calf.” He turned and picked up Betsy from her stroller. He held her in the crook of his arm. “Hey, baby, look.” He danced the bear in front of the baby’s face. “It’s your teddy bear and your handsome daddy.”

Betsy continued to cry and Kelso started to feel his optimism faded. His smile faded and he frowned. “Why won’t she stop crying? Is it me? Maybe it is. What if she doesn’t like me?”

“Kelso, don’t take it personally,” Donna said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “When I first met you, I didn’t like you either.” He looked at her confused on how that was supposed to comfort him. “But, to be fair you were peeing on my swing set.”

His frown turned into a smile once again. “Yeah, that was funny.”

At that moment, the sliding door opened again. Everyone turned to see a relieved looking Leo.

“Man, am I glad to see you guys,” he said. “All these houses look alike. Except for that red one on the corner where the clown lives.”

“Leo, that’s a McDonald’s,” Donna reminded him.

“Well, whatever he is, he’s funny,” Leo chuckled and noticed the little bundle in Kelso’s arms. “Hey, what’s with the baby, man?”

“I don’t know, I can’t get her to quit crying,” Kelso responded on the brink of tears.

“Here, man, let me try.” Leo reached out and cradled the baby gently in his arms. The baby continued to fuss until eventually she calmed down to her own coos.

“How did you do that?” Kelso asked shocked.

“Babies love me, man,” he responded. “It’s ‘cause I’m fuzzy.” He jerked his ahead towards the living room and turned around. “I’ll go give her a bottle.”

After Leo walked out, Kelso turned to Donna with slumped shoulders. “That confirms it. My own baby hates me.”

“That’s not true,” Fez said, putting a comforting hand on his back. “The only reason she stopped crying is because Leo has the shakes.”

“No, it’s me,” Kelso responded, shaking his head. “She barley knows me and a girl needs her father, you know, for guidance. What if she starts dating guys like Fez?!” He pointed to Fez with bewilderment as Fez stood there calmly.

“Well, if she looks anything like you than she’ll be way out of my league,” Fez said coyly.

“Kelso, if you really feel that way then maybe you should start to get to know her now,” Donna said. “You should go hold her.”

“You’re right,” he nodded and turned. “Leo?”

When they entered the living room, they were greeted with an empty room.

“Leo?!” Kelso called out, running to the dining room and den. He ran back out to the middle of the living room. “Oh, my God, they’re gone!”

                                            

Outside of the car show, Red, Y/n and Hyde stood in front of the Vista Cruiser waiting for Kitty to come out.

“Alright, when Kitty gets here, she’s going to be pretty mad,” Red said, almost dancing on his feet. “So…I suggest we leave her here.”

“She can’t get any madder,” Y/n said. “Although, this is definitely makes the top ten of times I’ve seen her incredibly angry.”

“You’re keeping tally?” Hyde asked her.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Footsteps behind them made them all turn around.

“Kitty!” Red called out nervously. “My darling wife.”

“Can it, Red,” she snapped. “I need to talk to you in the car.” She shoved her husband in the direction of the car and he begrudgingly got inside.

“This should be interesting,” Y/n muttered as she listened.

“How could you Red Forman?!” Kitty yelled. “Steven stayed with Y/n, but you went off and gave my funnel cake to those whores!”

“I was just trying to have a little fun,” Red defended.

“Yeah? Well, you can take your fun and shove it up your—!”

A nearby car alarm started going off, catching Y/n’s and Steven’s attention. After a moment, Kitty stepped out the car feeling and looking calmer. “Alright, kids, you ready to go?”

                                                    ∞∞∞

As they pulled into the driveway, Eric and Donna shoved open the sliding door and ran towards them.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s the big rush?” Red asked.

“Uh, nothing. Nothing at all!” Eric squeaked.

“If it’s nothing than why are you sweating?” Y/n asked, closing the door behind her.

“Because we’re playing hide-and-seek with—with Betsy and Kelso and those two little rascals know how to hide!”

“You’re acting weirder than usual, what’s going on?” Y/n asked.

“He always acts weird, what’re you talking about?” Hyde stated.

Eric grabbed her by the elbow and dragged out of earshot of Kitty and Red. “Kelso lost Betsy.”

“He WHAT?!”

“What?” Kitty and Red asked.

“Nothing, nothing!” Eric said and grabbed Y/n by the arm and rushed her inside.

“What do you mean he lost Betsy?!” Y/n whisper shouted.

“I mean, he let Leo hold her and then he walked out and we can’t find either of them,” he tried to explain calmly.

“How could you let this happen?!”

“Me? Why do I have to be in charge of Kelso’s kid? I didn’t sleep with him!”

Y/n made a face at him as Hyde slid next to her. “What’s going on?”

“Dink 1 and Dink 2 lost Betsy and Leo and now can’t find either of them,” Y/n explained.

Hyde looked at Eric for a beat before he burst into a fit of laughter. “Man, that’s gold.”

“No, no it’s not!” Eric squeaked again.

“You let the world’s stoned man walk off with a human that’s not even six months?!” Y/n screeched out.

“Y/n, please, you need to help us,” he pleaded.

“Why me?”

“Because you and Donna are the only ones who aren’t dumb,” he continued. “Please?”

She looked to Hyde who shrugged and sighed. “Fine. Where was the last time you saw him?”

“Here, in the kitchen and then he walked out to the living room and that’s when we lost him. I mean, we looked everywhere around the house and he’s nowhere. We even looked in the closet and under the beds.”

“Why would he—you know what, never mind,” Y/n cut herself off, waving her hand. “Let’s go. He couldn’t have gone far.” She turned to walk back out the door.

“Where are you going?” Hyde asked.

“The Pinciotti’s,” she responded, exhausted already.

“I’ll go with you,” he responded.

“I’ll go drive down the street and see if I can find him,” Eric said.

“Okay…oh, and Eric,” Y/n stopped him. “Make sure to whistle when you call for him. It’ll get his attention faster.”

“He’s not a dog, Y/n.”

“No, I’ve seen him do that once,” Hyde responded. “It was weird. ”

The twins stared at him as he recalled the memory. Then, in unison and wordlessly walked in opposite directions.

When Y/n and Hyde walked through the Pinciotti's kitchen door, they found it empty.

“Leo?” Y/n called. She was met with silence. “Leo?”

They walked through the kitchen and entered the living room.  In the corner, Leo was laying fast asleep in the hammock Bob had set up earlier in the day. Laying in the crook of his arm was Betsy, cooing to herself.

“Oh, hi, Sweetheart,” Y/n chuckled and picked her up in her arms. “What’re you doing here, huh?”

Hyde watched Y/n closely as she held the baby close to her chest, smiling with such an adoring look on her face. He swore he’d never seen her so gentle. He found his heart beginning to swell in his chest.

“I’m so glad we found you,” she continued. “Daddy is so worried about you. What do you say we go find him, mhm?”

Hyde looked down at her with a smirk. “I like it when you say ‘daddy.’”

She gave him a disgusted look. “Really? Are you still going to like it when our children call you ‘daddy?’”

His smile dropped instantly. “Yeah, that’s weird.”

“Well, now I kinda like it…Daddy,” she said in a low, sultry voice.

He furrowed his brows at her. “Stop it.”

“But why, Daddy?”

“Seriously, stop.”

“Is Daddy going to punish me? Is Daddy going to spank me?”

He pressed his lips into a thin line. “Way to make it weird.”

She chuckled and turned her attention to a snoring Leo. “Should we wake him up?”

Steven nodded and turned to the sleeping man, shaking his shoulder. “Leo, man, wake up.”

Leo snorted awake, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. “Oh, hey, man. What’s up?”

“You walked out with Betsy without telling anyone and now they’re freaking out,” he responded.

Leo stared at him for a minute. “Hey, man! When did you have a baby?”

                                             ∞∞∞

“Oh, hey, Brooke,” Kelso said, answering the phone in the Forman’s living room. “How’s it going?”

“I just wanted to check on you,” she responded. “How’s everything going? How’s Betsy?”

“Oh,” he started and flapped his lips together by pushing air through, he nervously stumbled for words. “She’s—she’s fine. Having a great time.”

“Oh, good! Can I talk to her?”

Kelso looked to Donna, Fez, and Eric in a panic.

“Tell her she’s sleeping,” Donna whispered.

He snapped his fingers at her, motioning she’s a genius. “She’s sleeping! Sorry.”

“That’s weird, she took a nap before I dropped her off.”

“Well, uh, we played hide-n-seek and got really tired.”

“You’re acting weird, what’s going on?”

“I’m not acting weird,” he stuttered. “Can’t a father just enjoy spending time with his daughter. Like, damn Brooke. What’s with the third degree?”

“Michael.”

“Okay, well the thing is—”

At that moment, Y/n and Steven walked through the kitchen door with Y/n cradling Betsy.

“Oh-oh! There she is! You found her!” Kelso asked excitedly.

“What?! What do you mean ‘where was she?’” Brooke asked, freaking out.

“N-nothing! I said I love her.”

“That is not what you said,” she said.

“You know what? I’m hanging up now. You never listen to me!” he faked dramatically and hung up the phone before she could answer. “Oh, my God, Betsy!”

He grabbed her from Y/n’s grasp and brought her close to his chest. “I was so worried about you. I’m so sorry I lost you. Daddy loves you so much.”

As he rocked Betsy back and forth and his adrenaline started to slow down, he looked up to everyone else who was staring at him. “Guys, I’m a terrible father. How could I lose her like that?”

“You’re not a terrible father,” Y/n comforted. “You’d be a terrible father if you didn’t bother to look for her. Seeing how scared you were says otherwise.”

“But I shouldn’t have lost her. Something could’ve happened to her.”

“Hey, it could be worse,” Hyde said. “You could’ve left her at the Piggly-Wiggly for six hours like my mom did to me. She didn’t even realize I was gone.”

“Yeah, see? You’re not bad like Hyde’s mom,” Donna joined in.

“Yeah, I guess,” Kelso said solemnly. “Brooke is never going to trust me to watch her again.”

“Yes, she is,” Donna said, placing a hand on his back. “You’re just still adjusting to fatherhood, that’s all.”

“Yeah,” he responded and looked down to Betsy who was smiling at him. “Hey, look, she’s smiling at me!” A smile broke out on his face. “Hi, I’m your daddy.” He looked back up. “She does like me!”

“See, I told you she did,” Donna responded and glanced up at Hyde who was watching Kelso intently. “Hey, Hyde. Why don’t you hold the baby?”

“Uh—no,” he responded. “I’m good. I don’t want my Zepplin shirt ruined if she barfs.”

“C’mon, it’ll be good practice for when ours are born,” Y/n chimed in. “You’re going to have get used to it anyway.”

“No, really, I’m okay,” he said, taking a step back.

“What are you so afraid of?” she asked. “You told me you used to take care of kids when you lived with your mom.”

“C’mon, man, she’s not going to bite,” Kelso encouraged, rocking Betsy.

“I-I’d rather not.”

“Steven, what is the big deal?” Y/n asked him.

He met everyone’s eyes in the room who were now staring at him. “I just don’t want to, okay?! God!” He stormed off and disappeared into the kitchen.

A flash of hurt crossed Kelso’s face. “Is there something wrong with my baby?”

“No, not at all,” Y/n said, her blood beginning to boil. “Steven is just an ass. I’m going to talk to him.”

She followed in the direction he darted off to and saw him opening a can of soda. “What the hell was that about? You know you just hurt Kelso’s feelings.”

He cracked open the can and took a hearty sip. “He’ll be fine. I’ve done worse things.”

“None of those included his child. What’s wrong with you? Why are you being such an ass?”

“Because I don’t like to be forced to try to hold someone’s kid by everyone around me!” he shouted in frustration.

“What’re you going to do when our kids are born? Are you going to refuse to hold them and leave me to do all the rearing?”

“Of course not! How could you think that?”

“How could I not? Look how you reacted to Betsy!”

“The difference is Betsy isn’t my kid!”

“So? What difference does it make?!”

“Everything!” he continued to shout.

She waited for him to continue but he didn’t. She spread her hands out in front of her as to say, well?

He shrugged and moved his away towards the basement. “That’s it.”

“Steven!”

He stopped in his tracks and turned back sharply. “Fine! You wanna know why? Because kids hate me. There, ya happy?”

She scrunched her face in confusion. “What? What’re you talking about?”

He sighed and set the soda down on the counter. “I told you I had to help take care of kids, but the truth is every single one of them hated me. They’d always cry and scream every time I even went near them. I don’t need a reminder of what’s to come when our kids are born.”

“Is that what this is about?” she asked, somewhat relieved. “You’re afraid that a baby is going to cry because of you holding her?”

“Well, it sounds stupid when you put it like that.”

“Steven, it’s not,” she assured and wrapped her arms around his neck—well as much as she could anyway with her stomach blocking her. “It’s perfectly normal to feel this way.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She smiled at him. “Just because those kids cried every time you held them doesn’t mean ours will.”

“Okay, but what if they cry like Kelso’s kid?”

“Betsy cries because she doesn’t see Kelso as much as she should. That’s not going to be you, okay?”

He sighed while staring at the linoleum. “What if they hate me?”

“They’re not,” she said gently and kissed his cheek. “I think you’re going to be their favorite person.”

He gave her a small smile before pecking her lips. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” she responded and pulled away. “Now, what do you say you give it a try?”

He groaned. “Did you not hear what I just said?”

“I heard you; I didn’t say I cared,” she snarked and smiled. “C’mon, she’s not going to cry.”

She pulled his through the kitchen door by the hand with him trudging behind her.

“You have a change of mind?” Donna asked.

“I was forced to,” he said begrudgingly. “Just give me the kid.”

“Oh yeah, that’ll make her feel safe,” Y/n said. “Here, watch me.”

She opened her arms for Kelso to hand off the baby. Once she placed in Y/n’s arms, Betsy snuggled into her. She turned to Hyde who was standing nervously.

“You’re psyching yourself out,” she told him. “Just relax. Babies can sense what you’re feeling, so just make sure to stay calm, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” he said and reached for the baby.

As Y/n started to place Betsy in his arms, she said, “Okay, easy…just like that. Support her head…”

Once she was completely in his arms, he stood there awkwardly. He felt unnatural holding a baby and now was even more scared that he was going to drop her. The way he was holding her was like holding a pile of wood.

“Why are you holding her like that?” Y/n asked him, chuckling. She looked down to Betsy who was staring up at him with big, sweet eyes.

“I don’t know, I’ve never really held one before who didn’t try to get away from me,” he responded, looking down at the calm baby.

She giggled when he looked down at her.

“I think she likes you,” Y/n chuckled and tucked the blanket under her chin. “Here let me help you.” Holding Betsy under his arms, she guided his arm that was supporting Betsy’s head and tucked it closer to his chest so he supported her head better while his other supported the rest of her body. “Just like that.”

“See, I told you she wasn’t going to cry.”

“Yeah, I guess you were right,” he said gently and looked down at her once more.

“Hey, Hyde, that’s a good look on you,” Donna said, grinning.

“Yeah, I don’t know how Y/n is going to be able to keep her hands off you,” Fez teased.

“Well, if she could before, she wouldn’t be pregnant.”

“Shut up, Forman,” Hyde snapped.

“Shut up, Eric!” Y/n said in unison with her husband.

                                                    ∞∞∞

“Okay, we’ve got the napkins, the finger sandwiches, the fruit salad, the veggie platter, the water boiling for the tea, the pasta salad,” Kitty said, checking off her list. “Then we have the brownies, the French macaroons—where are the French macaroons?” She whipped around, frantically looking for them, not able to see them.

“French macaroons?” Y/n asked as she walked in the living room, holding the plate of them. “Don’t you think these are a little fancy?” She placed them down on the long dining table. “I mean, a tea party? I’m not five, mom.”

“It’s your baby shower!” Kitty said excitedly. “We need to go fancy. We got to keep our guests well fed while we entertain them.”

“Our ‘guests’ are us, my friends, Bob, and Brooke,” she snickered and turned towards the table to grab a macaroon. “It’s not much of a party.” She made a satisfied noise as she bit into the dessert.

“Well, it may be more than that…” Kitty said sheepishly.

Y/n stopped mid chew and looked to her mom with widened eyes. “What did you do?”

“Nothing! Nothing…but I invited the WOPPS…and the women in my book club…and some people from church, Sasha, and maybe the neighborhood.”

“Mom!”

“What?! Is it a crime that I want my baby to have the best baby shower?”

Y/n squinted her eyes at her mother. ‘That’d be a lot more convincing if you hadn’t invited the WOPPS.”

“The Women of Point Place are a bunch of sophisticated, elegant women who love you and are excited for you.”

“Oh, please. You invited them because they’re rich,” Y/n scoffed.

“There’s that too,” Kitty admitted, throwing her hands up. “They’ll bring stuff that you actually need, though. You’re going to need a lot for the babies.”

“Yeah, that’s your reason,” she laughed.

“It isn’t to show off my eighteen-year-old being pregnant, I can tell you that!”

Y/n’s mouth dropped. “Rude!”

“Hey,” Steven greeted as he walked through the kitchen and slowed down when seeing the decorated living room. “Whoa, what’s going on here?”

“Our baby shower?” Y/n questioned.

“Oh, was that today?”

“No, it’s next week,” she responded sarcastically. “Did you forget?”

“No, no,” he said, shoving his hands in his back pocket. “I just…forgot to plan something for today.”

“No, nu-uh, absolutely not,” Y/n said sternly. “You’re staying here for the shower.”

“C’mon, Y/n, do I really need to be there? This stuff is mainly for you not for me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot I got myself this way,” she quipped.

“You know this party is for you to get gifts.”

She swiftly turned away from him to face the food, grabbing another macaroon. “That too.”

“So, you’re just going to make me sit here and listen to these hens cluck the whole time?”

“Excuse me?” Y/n and Kitty said at the same time, both wearing the same insulted look.

“Whoa,” Hyde said, holding up his hands and backing away. “I meant…you guys just…Oh, I think I hear something.” He turned his ear towards the door to the phantom noise coming from the kitchen. “I think Red is calling me. Coming Red!” And with that, he disappeared into the kitchen faster than either women could blink.

When the door shut swiftly behind him, he let out a breath. Eric, Donna, Jackie, and Fez were helping finishing prepping the food.

“What’s wrong with you?” Donna asked as she finished arranging mixing vanilla pudding.

“Having two whack job hormonal women in one room is like sitting in a minefield,” he responded, grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

“That’s no way to talk about a woman,” Fez pouted in his cute way.

“Yeah, Fez, it’s not their fault that they’ve absolutely lost their minds,” Eric chimed in. “Hormones are a bitch. Ask Red.” He chuckled as he mixed the punch together.

“Well, I mean I would be if I were fat and pregnant or old and menopausal,” Jackie piped up from the table who was putting balloons together.

“While that could’ve been said so much better and not so insulting, Jackie has a point,” Donna said, pouring the pudding into tiny cups. “Be lucky you aren’t a woman.”

“Trust me, I thank my lucky stars every day,” Hyde replied, sitting across from Jackie and took a sip of his beer. “Ever since Y/n got pregnant, she’s a completely different person. She’s moodier, meaner, hungrier…hornier.” He eyed Eric who physically gagged into the punch.

“When you will stop bringing that up?” he whined.

“When it stops being funny,” Hyde smirked before turning the conversation back. “A part of me can’t wait until these babies are born so that I can get the girl I once knew back.”

Donna let out a mix of a scoff and laugh. “Good luck. It can take weeks before they go back to normal, and even then she won’t be.”

He sighed and looked up to everyone. “Okay, I get why Donna and Jackie are here, and Forman lives here…Fez, why are you here?”

“Oh, Miss Kitty asked me to help decorate,” he beamed.

“She didn’t ask me, noooo,” Jackie said bitterly. “Even though I planned the dances and other gatherings, but she asked the foreigner and the lumberjack!”

“I’m the kids’ godmother!” Donna defended. “Besides, after Hyde’s 18th birthday party, she saw that I, too, have taste.”

“Yeah, the taste of a lumberjack.”

Donna chuckled. “Whatever, I’m still the godmother.”

“Hey, where’s the rest of the food?” Kitty asked as she barged through the door. “The guests are starting to show up!”

                                          A Little While Later…

“Wow, thank you!” Y/n said as she opened her fifteenth present. The living room was crammed with presents for the babies. Starting from two high chairs, a diaper genie, many, many clothes, spit up rags, formula, diapers, toys, car seats, and pacifiers.

She held two hand-knitted baby blankets. “These are beautiful.”

“I made my boys’ blankets before they were born and they still have them of over twenty years,” Mrs. Fitz, the neighbor down the street, said. “I would hope you get the same use out of them.”

“We really will,” she responded and handed them to her husband who sat next to her, bored. “Look—feel how soft these are!”

“Yeah…really soft,” he responded monotoned and took the blanket from her. “Can I go now?”

“No, we haven’t finished opening up all the presents,” she whispered as Kitty handed her the next gift.

“C’mon, you’ve opened up, like a hundred presents and—wow, this is soft,” he cut off, running his hand over the blanket.

“No, you’re staying here,” she responded and turned back to the party.

“This is from Sasha,” Kitty said.

“I hope you like it, mija,” Sasha said.

“Oh, I’m sure I will,” Y/n responded and opened the bag. She pulled out what looked like two bicycle horns attached by a tube that was also attached to a big machine. “Oh, how lovely! What…what is it?”

“It’s a breast pump,” Sasha responded, chuckling.

“Oh, fancy,” Kitty said, admiring the device. “This will come in handy!”

“What’s a breast pump?” Y/n asked, looking it over.

“It’s pumps out the milk from your breasts without you having to manually push it out. It helps with the pain, too,” Sasha said.

“Oh, let me see,” Fez said and grabbed the pumps. “This holds real milk from a real boob? Wow.” He pretended to put them against his chest—and then moved forward to press them against Y/n’s engorged chest.

Before he could, Hyde stepped in and ripped the device from his hands. “Would you get out of here?!”

“I just wanted to see if it fit,” Fez whined as he walked out, pouting.

“What the—?” Sasha asked, pointing at him, confused.

“Don’t mind him, he’s foreign,” Jackie said, waving it off. “He’s one freaky, horny little dude to begin with.”

“Yeah…anyway,” Kitty said, clearing her throat and handing her a gift basket. “This is from all the WOPP’s.”

Y/n opened the basket and saw a variety of sorts. “Wow, there’s so much stuff in here. There’s formula, bottles, little baby socks, and—ooh, chocolate!”

“We put some things in there for you too, dear,” Patty, the leader of the WOPPs said. “There’s also some bubbles and candles in there, a face mask, some money to give you a head start for the babies—”

“Wine?” Elena asked as she pulled out a bottle of red.

“Oh, trust me, you’re going to need that once the babies are born,” Patty winked at her.

Kitty laughed, feeling uncomfortable. “I’ll just hold onto that. You can’t drink when you’re breastfeeding anyway.”

“Now, Kitty, that’s for Y/n Don’t you go drinking it now,” Patty said, letting out a snobby laugh.

Kitty laughed again, this time hiding her annoyance. “Thanks, Patty.”

“Yeah, thank you, Patty,” Y/n said.

“My pleasure, dear.”

“Okay, okay enough of that,” Jackie announced and reached behind her. “Open mine next!”

“Awe, Jackie! You shouldn’t have!” Y/n beamed and reached into the bag, pulling out some over-fluffed, pink and frilly dresses. “Wow…you really, really shouldn’t have…”

“Aren’t they adorable?” Jackie gushed, ignoring Y/n’s unamused look. “They’re Gucci, can you believe it?”

“Oh, I can believe it,” Y/n responded, turning the dresses around. “As sweet as this is, what if they’re both boys?”

“I thought you’d might say that, so,” Jackie said and pulled more clothes out of the bag. “I bought some for boys too!”

The outfits were even worse. Two sweater vests and kakis, two preppy outfits for two boys that were definitely not going to be.

“Wow, thank you, Jackie, how sweet,” Kitty said and took the clothes from Y/n. She leaned into her daughter’s ear so Jackie wouldn’t hear. “I’m going to hide these in the attic.”

“Better yet, bury them in the backyard,” Y/n responded before throwing Jackie a fake enthused smile. “Okay, who’s next?”

“I am,” Donna said and handed her a big, wrapped box. “This is from me and Eric.”

“This is so sweet,” Y/n gushed and opened it. She pulled out a book. “A book of baby names?”

“Yeah, I thought you could use some help,” Donna responded with a small smile.

“This is really sweet, thank you,” Y/n responded.

“There’s more,” Eric said, pointing towards the box.

“Oh.” Y/n looked back down and saw two stuffed yellow bears. One said, ‘Thing 1’ and the other ‘Thing 2.’ “Oh, my gosh! This is so cute,” she gushed. “Steven, look!”

“Yeah, I’m looking,” he said, a soft smile gracing his face. He would never admit it, but he thought they were incredibly cute.

“I saw them in the window at the baby store and it reminded me of you and me,” Eric said gently.

“I love it!” Y/n said again and leaned over to hug her brother and best friend. “I love you both.”

“Okay, last one!” Kitty said excitedly and handed her a giant box. “This is from me and your father.”

“Oh, Mom, you’ve done so much for us,” Y/n responded as she ripped through the paper. Steven helped her remove the paper as they both eagerly opened it.

Under the paper was a storebought box that said the word in big, bold letters: FISHER-PRICE LARGE PLAYMAT.

“No way!” Y/n cried out. “This is so neat!”

“It can hold both twins,” Kitty said, smiling big. “There’s another surprise in there.”

The couple opened the box and what was inside, nearly brought Y/n to tears.

“Is this my old baby blanket?” she asked, looking up to her mother. “I thought this was thrown away.”

“No, I just patched it up.” She opened it for her to show her. The blanket was patched with her old baby clothes. “I started making this the day I found out you were pregnant. Well, maybe a few days. I had to let the bourbon wear off the shock.” Y/n chuckled as she admired the well-sewn blanket.

“I kept all your old baby clothes and I thought instead of regifting those to you, I could just patch them into a blanket onto your old one for you.”

“Mom, this is the greatest gift you could’ve ever given me,” Y/n said gently and stood up to hug her mother. “This is so beautiful and touching.”

“I’m glad you love it, sweetheart. Now, I’m going to clean up the gifts and you enjoy the rest of your party.”

Y/n hugged her mom one more time before turning back to her friends. “Thank you guys so much. This was the best thing you could’ve done for us.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what friends are for,” Jackie said.

“Where are we going to fit all this crap?” Eric asked.

“Good question: I have no idea,” Y/n said, causing them both to laugh. “Eh, we’ll find a place for them. I’m not worried about it.”

“That or it’ll all become part of the background and we won’t even notice it,” Hyde responded, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Hey, Y/n,” Sasha said, coming up behind them. “Thank you so much for having me here.”

“Of course! It wouldn’t be a party without you here,” she responded as she let Sasha kiss both cheeks.

“This was lovely. Did your mother put this together?”

“Always. And my friends,” she responded and pointed to them. “You remember Jackie and Donna.”

“Ah, yes, the loud one and tall one.”

Donna gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Good to see you again.”

“Si,” Sasha responded before looking to Y/n once more. “I actually have some news, my dear.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m closing the bridal shop.”

“What?! Why?!”

“I’m moving to New York,” she responded. “I found a space there where I can open my shop there and gain more business, but sadly I can’t afford to have a place here and there.”

“I can’t believe this. Sasha, I’m really going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, mija,” she responded and wrapped Y/n in a hug. “And I’m sorry that I won’t be able to hand over a store to you like I promised.”

A wave of relief had lifted off Y/n’s shoulders. “It’s okay. I understand, though. You got to go where the business is.”

“Exactly. But don’t you think that those kids won’t know about their Tia Sasha. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“When do you leave?”

“In two weeks,” she said. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep in touch.”

Y/n nodded before giving Sasha another hug. “You better.”

As everyone started filing out the house and saying goodbyes, the crew helped Kitty clean up the living room.

“Well, I think that was a very successful party,” Kitty said. “And we got so many gifts!”

“Yeah, with everything we have, it’s going to look like a daycare,” Eric said.

“Don’t be such a porky mouth,” Kitty said. “And don’t ruin the mood. This was such a good day.”

“It really was,” Y/n said, barley bending down to grab empty plates. “I don’t think anything can ruin it now. Even with Sasha moving.”

The doorbell rang, interrupting their conversation. “I got it, Mom.”

When Y/n opened the door, there stood someone she never thought she’d see again.

"Connor?"

Did you like this chapter? I hope you did! Part 32 will be out soon!

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Henry and... Henry?

pairing: henry detamble x reader / genre: smut /tw: cursing, unprotected sex, (f. receiving), mentions of scratching and choking r: 18+

summary: Young Henry time travels again one morning. You wait until his return, except it’s not your current Henry that comes back. It’s the Henry you’ve missed and longed for...for years.

November 5th, 2017

(Henry is 28, You are 20)

You awake to the New York streets bustling down below. Sunlight peaks through, Henry’s painfully thin curtains. You try to rest your eyes by pressing your head firmly into the pillow. Between the car horns, chatter down below and the sound of pots and pans clinking together, you sit up right. With a sigh you swipe at the sleep on your eyes and look to the empty side of the bed. Henry.

“Dammit!” You hear Henry curse from the kitchen followed by a loud bang.

Your eyes snap to the open doorway, “Henry, is everything alright?”

You quickly get up and walk out his bedroom. Your heart thumps at the thought of him not being there when you round this corner. Recently, he’s been traveling more than usual. It worries you with how little time you have with him. Last week he was gone for five days. You felt like your life had gone upside down. Perhaps it’s the wedding talk, or the fact that you’ve already brought up the conversation about children. Either way, Henry has no control.

You peer your eyes over and sigh in relief as you witness your boyfriend bent over into the refrigerator. “Henry?”

You lean against the wall.

Henry leans back out and slams the door shut. “Everything's fine... I just ran out of milk, eggs, and every single ingredient one needs for breakfast.” He looks over to you with a small, albeit frustrated smile.

His eyes fall to your chest. It’s then that you remember you’re wearing one of his button ups. The baby blue shirt swallows your frame. The hem comes just below your hips. With it being so big, it falls effortlessly off your left shoulder. With the top button undone, revealing just you’re bare skin underneath.

You smile shyly and fix the shirt collar.

As you look around the kitchen you’re heart swells with joy. It’s slightly more messy than usual. Flour covers the counter and some across his nose and cheek. You crunch your nose at the smell of of char.

Henry notices this and curses to himself. “Shit…” He runs over to the stove, swatting at the smoke coming off the pan. He turns the eyes off, and throws his over-cooked bacon into the trash. Then goes to toss the pan into the sink.

You stifle a laugh. “You did tell me you weren’t much of a chief…”

You come up behind him and hug him.

Henry wipes his chest. “Yeah, we’ll future me is a dick,” He turns around to look at you. “ I'm practically Gordon Ramsey.”

“Mmhm,” You giggle this time and rub your thumb across the flour on his cheek. “Whatever you say Henry.”

You lean into him, resting your head along his chest. His heartbeat begins to thump quickly. “This was really sweet honey, I appreciate the effort. Burnt bacon and all.”

Henry kisses the top of your head. “You deserve it,” He separates you two at arms length. “That is why I'm going to the store.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Babe, we can just order something.”

“What are you hating on my cooking skills now?” Henry raises his eyebrows playfully.

“I am.”

“WOWWW!” Henry bends down to kiss your cheek and then your lips. He then walks over to the table to snatch his keys. “I’ll be back!”

You trace your lips and begin to turn around. “Henry, wait I'll—”

When you turn around his clothes fall to the floor.

His keys chime on the way down. You blink, dumbfounded. You stand there for a moment. You then close your eyes walk over to the pile of clothes and begin to fold them neatly.

You place them on the table, for when he comes back. You just pray that it’s soon this time.

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It’s been only an hour since Henry time travelled. You climb out the shower and pad over to the sink. You wipe the condensation with your hand, looking back at the reflection.

You notice how dark your eye bags have become. Lately you’ve been staying up late, afraid that you’ll lose him again. Sometimes you’ll just hold him tight, hoping that this is how you can protect him from time.

You clear your throat and grab your toothbrush and toothpaste. You focus your eyes down as you brush your teeth. You begin to dissociate, and think back to the times where you and henry would sit in the clearing. You’d play games and talk, about anything really, if Henry deemed it appropriate. He was kind, mature, full of wisdom. Much different than the young henry you date now. At times you missed him, the older, wiser henry. No. You miss him everyday.

Suddenly, there’s a loud thump from outside the door.

You spit and slam the faucet down. You wipe at your lips. “Henry?”

You open the door and walk down the hallway. Henry lies on the floor naked, in a coughing fit.

“Shit, are you okay?” You quickly rush down to his level.

He holds out a hand. “I’m fine.” He lifts his head up and looks to you. His eyes widen at your flustered face.

The henry you missed, the henry you swore you fell in love with. His hair is the same with small speckles of gray on the side. But he looks much the same. Just slightly older than yours. “It’s you.”

You wrap your arms around him, tightly. Perhaps a bit too tight as he pats your side.

“Y/n, Y/n, I can't breathe —“

You realize and pull away. “Sorry! I’m just—you’re really here. Where are you from?”

(Henry is 35, you are 20)

“2024.”

You stare at him for a moment. “Oh.”

You eyes start to wonder to his chest and lower. You catch yourself. “Here let me…” You stand up in a rush and scramble in the hallway closet for a robe. You throw it across your arm and come back to him.

He takes it and covers his body. You stand off to the side, trying not to be obvious.

“Can I get you anything?”

Henry tightens the knot across his front half. “I’ll take a coffee.”

You nod and make your way to the kitchen. Henry follows you. He scrunches his nose at the mess. “Well, I wasn’t much of a chief now was I?” He notices the burnt pant in the sink.

You chuckle, as you open a cabinet and try to reach for a mug on the top shelf. You curse Henry and his height for putting it up so high. You try again, it’s then that you feel him press against you and grab the mug. Your fingers brush against one another as he brings it down.

He steps back, scratching the back of his neck. “How you been?”

You turn away from him and place his mug under the coffee machine. You press a button and gravity makes it fall into the mug. “Mm, I’ve been good. We’ve been talking about moving in together.”

The coffee machine chimes. You turn to pick it up and hand it to him. Your hands brush against one another again. Henry pulls away and brings the warm cup to his lips.

You motion for him to take a seat at the kitchen table. He follows you and takes a seat.

“How is everyone in the future?”

Henry clears his throat at this. “ Gomez and I are really close. He’s really involved in the whole time traveling stuff.”

“So...you’re best friends?”

“Eh.” Henry chuckles as he takes a sip from the mug. “He’s still madly in love with you.”

You cover your face in embarrassment. “God no!” You think back to Gomez professing his love for you.

You guys laugh at this for a moment. “What about us?”

Henry’s smile falls slightly. “We’re fine.”

“Fine?” You furrow your brows and tape your fingers along the wooden table. “Just fine, Henry?”

Henry looks uneasy. “Y/n you know I can’t get into the specifics. We’re fine.”

You chew on your bottom lip, debating on pushing. But you decide to against it. You let out a sigh and look out the window. Watching cars drive by below you.

“How’s school?”

You keep staring out into the distance. “Fine, debating on dropping out.”

Henry chuckles at this, he gets up and places his empty mug into the sink. “You’ll get there .”

You turn to him and lean your arms against the table. “So I’ll graduate no matter what?,” You place a finger on your chin and start to ponder playfully. “So technically I can just not do my homework, if my destiny says so?”

Henry rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t exactly work like that Y/n.”

You stand and walk towards him. “No, I think that’s exactly how that works out Henry.”

You stop when your face to face. His eyes scan your face. His hand comes up to cup your cheek. His thumb rubs soft circles atop your skin. You lean into that familiar touch. You stay like this for a moment.

“I really missed you Henry.”

“I’m always here.”

You shake your head. “No. This version. Of you,” You wrap your arms around his neck. “I missed you.” His hands find their way to your waist.

You look down to his lips and then up to his eyes. “Don’t you miss me?” Your words fall into a whisper.

“Y/N” Henry says matter-a-factly. “We can’t.”

You tilt your head. “Can’t what?”

Henry looks around to his younger self's apartment. He thinks back to his wife. You, but the older version of yourself waiting in bed for your return.

“This is kind of…y’know.”

You shrug with a smile. “It’s not like we’re cheating.”

Henry rolls his eyes at that and stares at you. Your eyes search for that confirmation and you both lean into one another. Your lips press against his and it’s just as tender and sweet from the one before. His lips are soft and he moves with intention and so much love and warmth. His hands come up to cup your face as the kiss intensifies. You gasp as he drops a hand and it presses against the skin of your waist. He pushes your shirt up to your chest. You gasp as your breast pool at the bottom of the top. Henry takes advantage of this and kisses your neck.

You moan as he sucks at the soft skin. “Bedroom, down the hall.”

He chuckles at this making his way back to your lips. “I know.”

You tug at the back of his head and motion for him to walk backwards. He complies and he collides with the wall behind him.

“Shit sorry.” You continue to kiss him feverishly.

“It’s okay,” He mumbles and motions you towards the bedroom. His hands run up and down your body as you two fall back onto the bed. It’s hash, eager and full of lust. You open your legs wider underneath him so he fits more comfortably.

“Fuck,” He moans when you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth. Out of breath you let go with a smile and start to roll up your top. You praise yourself for just wearing a tank top and boxers. He helps you pull the cloth over your arms. He throws it across the room and goes down to devour your chest.

He suckles on one nipple between his lips and he pulls and squeezes the other between his fingers. You whine at the warm suction on your breast.

You don’t know how long you have with this henry. You need him.

“Ah, Henry!” You try to pull down your shorts. But he’s pressed so tightly to your core. “Henry, ah—fuck.”

He notices your bottom half and leans up to give you room. You get the clothing over your hip, then Henry takes over and pulls the rest down. He drops it onto the floor. Henry starts to undo the knot he tied earlier, the robe pools at his feet.

Your eyes grow wide at the mere sight of his cock. Henry is lengthy with just the right amount of girth. Your mouth waters at the sight. You spread your legs. Breathless, when you speak. “Are you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna fuck me?”

Henry’s chest goes up and down. “But we haven’t—“

You close your eyes in frustration. “Who cares, I’m ready. Please Henry justfuck—!” You gasp at the head of his cock pushing past your entrance.

Henry grips the sheets beneath him. “Fuck, you’re too tight.”

You shake your head. “No, keep going.” You moan as you tighten around him. “I’m fine.”

Henry looks to you apprehensive but obliges. He pulls out and slowly pushes back in. He goes further this time. You both moan in unison as you take him inch by inch.

“You feel so good baby…” Henry throws his head back as he continues to work his way inside of you. You whimper at the fullness in the pit of your stomach. Him inside of you is literal bliss.

Henry leans down atop of you. He kisses your lips as your bottom half’s meet. You breathe and mix together as you two stay like that for a moment.

His voice is shaky as he speaks. “Still doin okay?”

“Mmhm.”

He kisses your lips and then your nose and cheek. “Good.”

He brings his hips back and slams into your core. You scream in absolute pleasure.

Your hand comes up to muffle the pleasure you feel. Henry puts a leg over his shoulder. At this angle he can reach deeper inside of you. It’s almost too much when he doubles down on the strength of his thrusts.

One of your hands grip tightly at the bedding beneath you while the other scratches long lines along his back. You throw your head back as he continues to assault those bundle of nerves. Henry takes advantage of this and marks your neck. You find it hard to breathe as he continues to fuck you senseless.

Older Henry is more intentional with his strokes. He knows exactly where to hit and what angle to do it from. He reads your body like a book. He knows exactly what buttons to push, it drives you mad. They both do. Younger Henry is more wild, he’s fast and more experimental. He’s more rough, likes to make you beg for him. You love both either way.

Henry slows his pace and drops your leg. You wrap it and the other around him, bringing him closer. You smile up at him in a daze. His body glistens with sweat. He returns a similar smile. He reaches out his arm, his hand cups the side of your face. His thumb runs along your bottom lip. He rolls his hip into your center. Making you gasp. “You’re so fucking hot.”

You take his thumb into your mouth. Rolling your tongue along the tip of his finger. He imagines those same lips on his cock. Bobbing up and down, sucking him to the last drop.

The bed begins to rattle as he picks up the pace. He pulls his hand away and brings it down to your chest. He squeezes at your breast as he slams into you. You watch him as he chants your name, loosing himself to the rhythm of fucking you. He brings his hand back up to your neck. He applies pressure, it makes your stomach churn in the best way. You try to cover your moans but he swats your hand away and brings it back down. “I want everyone to hear how good i’m fucking you.”

You practically loose it then.

He places his head between the crook of your neck. “Henry, ah, ah—”

He moans alongside your ear. It makes you want to cum even more. He pounds into you, the bed scrapes at the floor. All you can do is hold on for dear life.

Both of your moans fill the quiet space that neither of you notice the younger henry has travelled back to the present. When he walks through the doorframe he can’t quite figure out the feeling inside him. Resentment, jealousy, lust. He doesn’t say a word as he watches you and older Henry go at it. When you see him, your heart skips a beat. But your on the brink of passing out from the sex that you can only bother to whisper his name. His eyes narrow at you.

It’s at this point Henry clears his throat. “Hey, asshole.”

Older Henry looks back. He quickly stops. You whine at this, pulling him closer to you. “Junior.”

Younger Henry raises up a finger. “You’re having sex with my girlfriend.”

Embarrassed you throw your arm over your eyes. “Guys…”

Older henry rolls his hips at this making you moan aloud. “Technically she’s my wife.” You shake at the intensity of the room and wanting your needs fulfilled.

Present Henry rolls his eyes at this. “Future wife.” He looks at you two for a moment. But focuses entirely on you. How you drip with arousal. He feels his lower half strain. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Fuck it.”

He closes the bedroom door and makes his way towards the both of you.

[callsign-magnolia]

Now that I’m coherent today 😂 let’s do a real ask 😂 how about an undiagnosed Jake gets sick and taken care of and all the fluffy goodness …

I love that you love a good, fluffy caregiver scenario!

This was the second day that Jake was lying in bed sick. I know they say men are babies when they're sick, but this is extreme. I've tried to get him up, but he keeps saying that his stomach hurts. What got me this morning was when I walked back into the room after getting dressed for school. He was crying. His body shook with sobs, and my heart broke. "Oh Jake." I cooed, walking over and sitting next to him, my hand on his side.

His body was hot, and I moved to feel his forehead. "Oh my god. You're burning up." He just cried. "It hurts." He cried. "Jake, I need you to show me where it hurts." He rolled onto his back, and his hand drifted to the lower right side of his abdomen. "Here. And the pain is moving around to my back." I sighed. Dammit.

"Okay. We're going to the hospital." He shook his head. "Yes, you are. You probably have appendicitis. Jake, if you do, you need surgery." I pulled out some loose sweatpants for him and a longhorns shirt. "Come on." I helped him sit up before carefully helping him dress. "Okay, let's get you downstairs." Ever so carefully, I helped him down the stairs. We walked into the kitchen and leaned him on the counter before grabbing his keys. "Wait here. I'm gonna go start the truck." Once I got the truck started, I walked back in to see Jake slowly making his way towards the front door. "Come on, honey." I said, holding my hand out for him.

I walked him out to the truck, and he hated getting in and sitting down. "It felt better standing." He gasped out. "Try and lay the seat back." He did, and I could see a little relief on his face. I held his hand as I drove to the hospital on base, and once there, I parked. I helped him in and walked up to the desk. "Hi. I think my boyfriend has appendicitis and he needs to be seen." I said, and the woman nodded. She asked him all of his information and then gave him a clipboard. "Fill this out, and I'll get your bracelet printed off." We nodded and found a seat. "Want me to fill it out?" He shook his head. "No. I got it." I let him fill it out while I rubbed his back. "I'll take it back up there." He said, and I let him. He doesn't want me doing everything for him.

I watched him walk up to the front desk, holding out the clipboard. But suddenly he double over and crashed to the floor. "Jake!" I called out, jumping from my seat and rushing over. He had more tears streaming down his face as he curled in on himself. I bent down next to him, hand falling to his side and he cried out. "Sorry! I'm sorry!" I said, letting him go. "I need a nurse!" The woman behind the desk yelled as she came around. Quickly a nurse rushed around the corner with a wheelchair. "Come on." We helped him up and into the chair before his bracelets were wrapped around his wrist. One with his information and one that said fall risk. I followed the nurse back and she moved him into a trauma bay. "Sir, can you tell me what's going on?" She asked as she started grabbing the blood pressure cuff. Jake managed to explain what was going on as tears flowed down his cheeks. "He's also burning up." I said and she pulled out a thermometer while she took his blood pressure. "Blood pressure is good but your fever is one hundred and four point three." I stood back as she got him hooked up to an IV.

"The doctor will be in soon." She said before stepping out. With that I walked over, sitting in the chair next to his bed and grabbed his hand. "You're gonna be okay." I whispered, brushing his hair off his forehead and placing a kiss there. It was about fort-five minutes later when the doctor walked in. "Hi, I'm doctor King." He introduced himself. "So, our main concern is your appendix. You're showing many signs but we can't be sure without a CT scan. So I'm going to have you taken back for that and then we will decide the best course of action." Thankfully it didn't take them long to get him back to CT and within another twenty minutes he was back in the room. "It hurts." He whispered and I sighed, squeezing his hand. "I know. Hopefully we'll know soon." We sat there for a while before Dr. King came back in, another doctor behind him. "Well, Lieutenant, you've got yourself a one way ticket into surgery." He said and Jake almost looked relieved. "So it's his appendix?" I asked and they nodded. "You were spot on Ms. Blair. His appendix has ruptured, so I am handing care over to Dr. Bauer here." He introduced himself and we discussed the surgery. "So he can go home tomorrow?" He nodded. "As long as we have no problems, then yes." I smiled at Jake who just laid there with his face scrunched and eyes closed. "We will be bringing him back in the next half hour."

We sat there in silence while we waited for them to get Jake. "Is it bad to say I'm a little scared?" He asked and I shook my head. "No. Surgery is always scary." Because his appendix ruptured he can't have a laparoscopic appendectomy, it'll have to be open. "Alright Lieutenant, you ready?" The nurse asked and he gave a thumbs up. "I'm going to run home and grab us some clothes, then I'll be back, okay?" I asked and he nodded. "I love you." I said, leaning over and kissing him gently. "You'll be here when I get out?" He asked as they started wheeling him out of the room. "I promise I will be." I watched as they wheeled him through the doors before I turned to leave. I rushed home and got all of our stuff packed and then called Mav. "Katie, how's Jake?"

I sighed as I made myself a sandwich. Can't do much at the hospital besides wait. "Not good. We went to the ER this morning." I said. "Is he okay?" He asked. "I'll find out within the next hour probably. His appendix ruptured and he's in surgery right now." I heard him sigh on the other end. "I know it sucks that he'll be out for a while-" "Jake needs rest. He's dedicated, that's for sure. But healing is more important. Besides, it's an appendectomy. Within four weeks he'll be good as new." I smiled at his words. "It's good to know he has a Captain who cares about his well being." I said before taking a bite of the sandwich. "He can't do his job if he doesn't heal properly, and I know Jake will be dying to get back up in the air as soon as possible." I nodded. "Well, I'll update you when he comes out of surgery. Tell the team for me?" I asked and he chuckled. "Of course I will, bye Katie." "Bye Mav." Once we hung up I finished my sandwich and walked to the door to grab our bags.

Jake eventually came out of surgery totally fine and they kept him overnight for observations. But by the next morning, the color returned to his skin and his eyes were a little brighter. He was sore, but had an easier time getting into his truck than he did yesterday. "I never thought having surgery would feel better than having my appendix burst." I chuckled. "Well at least it's more of a soreness than sharp pains." I said and he nodded. "Are you sure it's okay if you miss class today? You missed yesterday and-" "Rebecca already told me to take as many days as I need. Don't worry about me." I said and he grabbed my hand and kissed it before resting them on the center console. Once home I got him settled in his bed which I managed to change the sheets on so they were clean. "Okay, here's your medicine." I said, setting two pills on his nightstand. "Take them and I'll be back with your lunch." I said before leaning forward and kissing his forehead.

I remembered how Jake told me that whenever he was sick as a kid, his mom would make him grilled cheese and tomato soup. So that's what I made. Mom's tomato soup recipe didn't take long to make, so I whipped it up and made him a grilled cheese before grabbing a tray and setting it up. When I walked back into the room he was half asleep watching sports center. "Hi." I said quietly. He looked at me, a smile forming on his face. "Hi, darlin'. What's this?" He asked, slowly sitting up. I set the tray down for him and he stared at it before looking at me. "This is the same meal mom would make for me when I was sick as a kid." I nodded. "I know." He smiled at me. "You remembered?" I nodded. "How could I forget? You always talked about how good the house would smell." He chuckled. "It's not your mom's recipe, but it's still good." He tried a spoonful before humming. "Damn, that's good." He said and I chuckled. "You're not eating?" He asked and I shook my head. "I'll eat after you do." I said and he pursed his lips.

"Eat with me?" He asked, patting my side of the bed. I just nodded at him. "Give me a minute." I stood and went downstairs where I made myself a grilled cheese and some soup before going back upstairs. Jake smiled widely as I walked to my side and sat down next to him, shoving my feet under the covers. We ate in silene before he leaned his head back. "Thank you for taking care of me." He said, turning his head towards me. I smiled and leaned my face close to his, foreheads pressing against each other. "I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else." I said and he slowly leaned up, kissing my lips as his hand went into my hair. "Nap with me?" He asked and I giggled. "Are you always clingy when your sick?" I asked and he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm only clingy for you."

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[whorekneecentral]

hi bitch, i'm back because Gio got me in my feels.

can I get mirror sex, with phrase #57 plsss! maybe reader was too touchy with Jube Jube?? they get home, gio mentions the situation. reader gets bent out of shape because its not like that even tho Jube is soooo muthafuckin fioneee?? so like I need it rough bitch, hair pulling, choking, maybe even some spanking??? some name calling but keep it sexy ??? - you already know who this is :))))))

banger bestie, per usual // prompt: “I thought you learned your lesson the last time you made me jealous.” 

Gio could hear your giggles from outside the locker room, he wasn't sure what you were doing that would have you giggling like that but he was about to find out. The moment he steps out, he sees his teammate, Jude, spinning you around, the two of you giggling as Jude pulls you back to him, your hand on his chest when you stop.

"What's going on here?" he asked, looking at you.

"Oh, Jude was just showing me a dance move," you giggled, smacking jude's arm as he whispered something to you.

Gio nods, a bit confused considering he doesn't usually see Jude once, let alone with his girlfriend. "Well, are you ready?"

You looked at him, brows furrowed. "Ready?"

"To go home."

"Oh," you nodded, smiling at him before turning back to Jude to say goodbye.

The two of you head home, Gio was quiet the whole drive home. You could feel the tension but you couldn't quite figure out what was wrong with him. You left him alone, relaxing in bed while he took a shower, usually he'd jump into bed with you after a shower but you looked at him and he looked away.

"Okay seriously, what's your issue?"

"What?" Gio asks and you get up, walking over to him while he was at the dresser. "What's your problem? It's like you've got a stick up your ass."

"I don't," he turns away from you. You grab his arm, "I know it's not nothing."

Gio finally snaps, grabbing you and pulling you to him, his hand wrapping around your throat. “I thought you learned your lesson the last time you made me jealous.” 

You look at him, biting back a smile. "Hm?"

"I don't wanna see you around Jude again." He says, turning you around to bend you over the dresser.

Gio's hand rests on your waist before moving down the front of your panties, fingers working in all the magical ways they did. Your head leaned back against him as your eyes flutter closed but Gio's free hand grabs your jaw, pulling you to look in the mirror. His knee slotted between your thighs, pushing your legs apart.

“Look.” He tells you.

The outline of his hand pulls your attention, no matter how much you wanted to look away, you couldn’t bring yourself too.

Gio pushes you down towards the counter, you prop yourself up on your forearms, eyes fixed on anything but what Gio was doing behind you.

“Did I tell you to stop looking ?” He asks, moving your panties to the side.

“What are you-“ 

“Gonna show you exactly how a slut should be treated hm?” He leans down to press a kiss to your back, pushing into you and your hips hit the counter top. “See,” he mumbles, glancing down between the two of you before his eyes meet yours in the mirror. 

The knot in your stomach tightens. Per usual, Gio towers over you and his large hand covers your hip. Your body doesn’t even block his hips from view when he fucks you.

The two of you in sync, your boyfriend’s chest pressed to your back as you came down from your orgasm.

He peppered kisses all over your back, rubbing your side softly. “Baby ?” He calls and you hum, still leaning on the counter. “You alright?”

"Mhm hm," you giggled, reaching back to touch his face. Gio pressed a kiss to your cheek.

[csbenthusiast]

Pretty lips - C.Soobin X f!reader

a/n: this was in my drafts for weeks lmao and it was supposed to be out on Soobin’s birthday, but oh well🥲 I finished revising it today tbh and I’m not sure if it’s good enough, but if keep this one more day to myself I’ll go insane. Also, this is very self-inserted, sorry in advance.

English is not my first language, sorry for any possible mistakes and typos(I was very tired lol)!!

Genre: very very fluffy, angst if you squint really hard(not really, Soobin is just worried), a bit suggestive in some parts(but not really, I really don’t know) and the end might be suggestive as well I’m not sure 🥹

CW: mentions of food, kisses, use of pet names(baby, bunny, bubs, sweetheart), Soobin and oc are both shy and whipped for each other; oc tries to make Soobin a birthday surprise, one(?) mention of murder but like, nothing serious, really! I think that’s all! Please let me know if I missed something!!

Word count: 1945(this was long for no reason)

Soobin woke up earlier than he would've liked to. The space next to him, usually filled by his girlfriend, was now empty. The sheets were cold, which meant she left the bed a while ago.

“Baby?” he called, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to make the tiredness go away.

No one answered, though. And by that time, he was fully awake.

He left the warmth of his bed and made his way straight to the bathroom, hoping Y/N was there. But she wasn’t. So he looked for her in every room in the apartament and even checked the pool area, but she was still missing.

The boy tried to contact her, but she ignored all of his calls and texts. Soobin was no longer needy, he was worried and slightly mad.

A few minutes had passed by. He was in the kitchen looking for something to eat and noticed a pink sticky-note on the counter. That was not there yesterday.

Soobin walked up to where the little note was and read it. Turns the girl had warned him after all.

“Good morning, baby! I had an emergency and left early. I’m sorry, but there’s no need to worry about me! I’m sorry and I love you a lot”

“Saying you had an emergency was really not her smartest idea. Damn, y/n, you should’ve woken me up.” he mumbled.

It was Soobin’s birthday and they were supposed to celebrate it together. He knew it wasn’t right, but he couldn’t help but be a little disappointed with it. Had she really forgotten it? Nonetheless, he decided to check up on her.

Soobin grabbed his things and took an uber straight to y/n’s home. He just needed to make sure she was there, safe.

When he got there, he unlocked the door with the spare keys his girlfriend had given him and hoped she was, in fact, there after all.

“She has to be kidding me…” that's what he mumbled after no answers again, sighing and rubbing his neck and checking every corner of the house.

The kitchen was his last hope.

Soobin entered the said room and the scene in front of him made his heart melt: his girlfriend dancing with her headphones on while she baked something.

He swears he fell in love all over again. It might sound silly, but that’s just how it is. Domestic.

“Unbelievable” he whispered, walking towards her, big grin on his face.

Soobin got behind her and placed his hands on her sides, making the girl freeze in her place.

Slowly, she turned around only to see her boyfriend smiling.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Y/n whispered-screamed “Not gonna lie, I thought I was about to get murdered.”

“Then next time don’t listen to music this loud.” Soobin said and bent down to place a kiss on her forehead, but she was quick enough to give him a light smack on his arms after.

“Happy birthday bunny.” she said, embracing him and pecking his cheek.

“Not happy. You left me all alone this early morning. I thought you had forgotten my birthday.” He nuzzled his head on the space between her shoulders, making a giggle light up on her chest.

“I’m sorry” Y/N whined “But it was for legal purposes: surprising my boyfriend. And you were not supposed to follow me here.” she pouted.

“Saying you had an emergency was not your smartest idea, if you want to know my opinion. Plus, you haven’t answered any of my calls, I was worried.”

“How can I make it up to you, baby?”

Soobin’s ears suddenly got as red as a tomato, but the girl decided to brush it off.

“Since it’s my special day, I wouldn’t mind a few kisses,” He said scanning her face, going forward to steal a kiss. Y/N was faster, though; running away from him and giggling like a child.

“Not now! I want you to help me with the cake, which was a surprise, may I say.” she tugged Soobin’s sweater sleeve.

And he gladly did as he was told! Quality time with his lover was one of the things he craved the most.

After a while they ended up in a frosting fight,–previously a competition of who could decorate the cake better– covering them up with icing.

“How can you stand here looking like this?” Serena asked, placing her small hands in each side of the man’s face.

“Like what?”

“Like this!” she gestured, a bit flustered “Like, our faces are a mess and yet you still managed to look gorgeous.”

Blood rushed into Soobin’s cheek once again and he started smiling like a little boy.

“Stop!” he whined, hiding his face.

“Are you shy, baby?” Y/N took a shot to start teasing him with a wide grin on her face.

His body was warm. The girl had him wrapped around her fingers.

Although, in a sudden rush of confidence, he held her face with his much bigger hands and leaned towards for a kiss.

When the girl closed her eyes, he saw that as an opportunity to pay back. He put what was left of the icing on his finger and gently pressed it onto her nose.

“Hey, where is my kiss?!”

“As long as I remember, you did the same to me earlier.” Soobin fake pouted “Plus, you left me all alone, so…”

“Jesus, you make one wrong thing and people can’t forget, can they?” she jokingly rolled her eyes before continuing “I’ll clean up here, please wait in the living room, I will join you right after, baby.”

Soobin’s lips quivered adorably and Y/N’s heart melted.

“Let me help, I–”

“Definitely no. Last time you broke my tea mug…I swear it won’t take longer than ten minutes.”

The boy was sulking, but he did what he was told to do.

He sat on the couch and picked their favourite movie and for a few seconds he really tried to pay attention to it, but he was impatient and craving for some kind of affection.

When Soobin was about to get up, a head peeked through the door frame.

“See? I knew you would survive a few minutes without me!” Y/n said, adjusting herself on his side, offering him a slice of cake, snuggling and placing her head on his shoulder. “Oh, Whisper of the heart is my favourite movie!”

“I know.” Soobin whispered and bumped his head on hers.

The girl looked up to see his face, analysing every feature.

“Happy birthday, baby.” she suddenly pecked his cheek “I’m sorry for leaving you behind.”

“It truly is okay, sweetheart. You meant well.” he caressed her hair, putting a piece of it behind her ear. “Thanks for putting so much effort into this.”

“But it’s just a cake, though.”

“It means a lot to me, though.”

Both Soobin’s and y/n’s insides were bubbling with joy and heart aching, in a good way.

The movie was still playing on the background, but the girl’s attention was long gone, now observing her boyfriend’s face.

He noticed that, to be honest. A wide grin painted his face and, perhaps, his ears were red for the nth time.

“What are you looking at, bubs? Is there something on my face?” He spoke, breaking the silence.

“What? No!” she panicked, looking down, embarrassed for being caught.

“Please, say it, baby.” The tall man encouraged her, taking his sweet time and teasing her a little.

Her cheeks were flushing.

Y/N looked at him, glancing at his hand and holding them. Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his mouth.

“You have nice lips, did you know that?” she whispered as if someone besides them would hear it.

His eyes widened at the compliment, but his surprise soon turned into some kind of a nervous laughter.

The girl was confused. Why is laughing?

“You said I had nice lips! Who says that?”

“Well, I do? God, it seems like I’m the romantic one in this relationship.” she huffed getting up.

“It was adorable, though. Don’t be mad, baby.” he said getting up nas well, standing in front of her and, again, adjusting a piece of hair covering her face. “You are adorable…This might be the best birthday I’ve ever had”.

“Yeah? “Why?” She teased, hooking her arms around his neck and bringing him a tad closer.

They were -literally- face to face. Soobin’s breath was fanning against her features; it was uneven, he was nervous despite being together for a few years now.

He unconsciously licked his soft plump lips and looked at her through his lashes before thinking of an answer.

“Because I got to spend it with you. Only you.” he finally said it.

It was cliché, he was aware of that. But it was the truth.

Y/N on the other hand was malfunctioning, –she was just good at hiding it– hypnotised to think of anything.

Her gaze was on Soobin’s lips again and he noticed that. This time, he was anything but subtle about it.

So, this time, he quickly tilted her chin, looking into her eyes and eagerly going for a kiss, a real one this time.

“Stop!” she half-screamed “You have to go in gently, baby.”

“Like this?” Soobin asked, taking a step back before pecking her forehead, nose and cheeks and, finally, locking their lips.

Even though it was a lot calmer and sweeter, Soobin hesitated a little. And the girl noticed.

That’s why she scratched the back of his head, making his worries vanish away.

The kiss was tender, gentle; they were holding each other as if one of them would break. But at the same time, y/n was giddy, letting a few giggles escape. It was messy, a good kind of messy.

Her feathery touches against her boyfriend’s skin made his chest tighten and without much thinking, he brought her closer to his body– as if that was possible.

Cutting off the kiss, Y/n was the first one to pull back. But Soobin was insatiable, in some kind of haze trying his best to reach her lips again, eyes closed the whole time.

“Easy, pretty boy. I need to breathe.” She placed her hands on his shoulders to keep him away.

“I need more. Please, baby, just one more” he took a deep breath, feeling his body grow warm.

“Soobin…”

“Y/n-ie!” he whined like a little kid, making her laugh.

He had an adorable frown painting his features and she couldn’t help but feel captivated by him.

Her fingers drifted from his shoulders to his hair, she slided it through his fluffy blond locks and placed it on his face, tip-toeing to place a swift sweet peck on his lips. This act of love made him chuckle lightly.

It felt so domestic to do that or being that close in the living room with the dim lights.

Soobin took a step back, placing his head on her neck and giving an innocent kiss there, shying away right after.

They stood in the middle of the room for a while, just enjoying the comfortable environment until the boy broke the silence.

“I hope I get to spend more days like this with you.”

“Oh, believe me, bunny, you won’t get away from me that easily.” they chuckled.

“Good, I wasn’t planning on letting you go.” he pressed his forehead against Y/n’s and tickled her waist.

“You do have nice lips, I meant that.”

Soobin rolled his eyes and flashed her a genuine smile, making a quick remark due to the sudden boost of confidence.

“If you like them this much, show your gratitude.”

“Oh, I gladly will”.