#oc: Tanner

[queenofthedork]

Happy PRIDE <3

From me and some of my sillies :3

[darksouls2yuri]

mac & tanner!!!!!

[rosefictoqueer]

almost eleven which means i can talk about something i don't usually talk about

my new kid/douchebag/south park self-insert is a fourth grade kid named tanner. he's a trans boy who hasn't realized he's a trans boy yet.

so he's mostly based around the events of stick of truth just because ive played it so many times it's ingrained into my brain now. he really, really wants to play with the boys but learns from the girls that they won't let him play if he's a girl.

this gives him the idea to crossdress/pretend to be a boy so he can play with them. the only ones who know are the girls but they aren't snitching.

eventually he realizes that after being called a guy/dude/boy/young man is like. really nice actually. and comes out as a guy for real. ofc yknow it's sp so it's whatever the whole cissy thing goes great (sarcasm) but i do tend to focus his stuff mostly around the game and my own stories instead of the show

[mydrink-n-my2step]

YANDERE FARMER x TWITCH STREAMER READER

A/N: Howdy! I'm back again with a new series. My first ever fanfic series. I hope y'all enjoy, strap that cowboy of yours down and read this.

TW//: Smut, Bathtub masturbation, original character has you jorkin' his peanits, age gap (OC is 20, you are around 25), knives, spiders, teasing

5.8k words

“Fuck!” 

Today was supposed to be a lovely day for you. After you had gained 2,000 followers on Twitch, you wanted to celebrate your win with your number one cheerleader: your grandmother. She had already bought you a celebratory cake and some balloons for your little party. Followed by a little gift from her. She had a charm bracelet from James Avery crafted for you with a gaming console and a little heart that says “I love my granddaughter!”

You had left her house over 45 minutes ago. She warned you about leaving at night into the woods. However, you reassured her that you would be fine. The car ride home was somewhat okay, until you saw the car battery light flash. Your car had alerted you as well. You were scared because you were in the middle of nowhere. The nearest Autozone was an hour and thirty minutes away. Shit! 

A minute later, you could hear your car sputtering like crazy. It scared you when the car stopped on its tracks, leaving a tire imprint in the dirt road. You punched your car horn in a fit of rage, unaware of the fact that you might let someone or something dangerous know where you were. You retracted, remembering that your ex-boyfriend is a mechanic, and somehow you still had his phone number. Though it was a rocky relationship, you two did come to terms with remaining friends, so having his phone number seemed normal. 

Okay, you dialed his phone number, waiting for him to pick up. “Hello?” He responds, sounding tired. You felt bad for calling him at such a late time. Though on the other end, he was busy bumping uglies with another girl he had found at a bar. “Hey, could you come help me? I know it’s on such short notice, but my car broke down in the middle of the woods.” For a moment, the other line went silent. Then, you heard someone click their tongue. “Girl you know how far you are? I’m not going to leave my bed at 11:34 at night to pick your dumbass up!” 

“Well fuck you to then!” You said out loud for him to hear you. Then you heard a giggle on the other line. “You wouldn’t help your friend because you’re too busy fucking some other chick!” 

“We’re not friends Y/n, I don’t befriend my ex.” was all he said before hanging up on you. Ouch! You wanted to rip your steering wheel of and throw it across the dirt road. Break something or whatever! You were so fucking pissed off at the piece of shit man. But not for long. 

Behind you were blaring white lights from a truck that was coming by, you could hear the bass that was boosted, the person behind the wheel was playing Luke Bryan. You were in enemy territory. Pack it up.

Or so you thought? When the person parked in front of you and hopped out of his red and white 1990 Ford-250. Fear instantaneously overwhelmed you. You, a girl in the woods in a broken down car, with a random hooded man walking to it ever so slowly like he was plotting for your death! Okay Y/n, calm down. He’s probably wondering why you’re blocking the road. Maybe he is here to help you, be more optimistic–

Knock Knock! 

The man’s gentle knocks still startled you out of your deep thinking. You were scared to roll your window down and talk to him. But the fear decimated a bit when he removed his hoodie. Only his hat covered his eyes and dirty blonde hair, which looked like it wasn’t taken cared of, but who cares. 

“Are you lost?” He spoke, however his voice was faint from the window and the sound of his loud ass truck. You furrowed your eyebrows, you were seriously about to cuss this man out right now over your stupid ass ex. The man pointed his fingers down, indicating that he needed you to roll your window down. So you gave up, holding onto the pocket knife you had stolen from your grandma underneath the wheel by your knees, preparing to use it against him. 

“Can I help you?” 

“I um, see that your car has broken down. Do you feel comfortable coming with me while I tow your car to my place? I can get her fixed for free.” 

“Uh, no, that’s ok, sir. I have a tow truck coming for me right now.” You lied, and it was pretty obvious too.

“You sure ‘bout that? Because there are no tow services for 65 miles onward. And nobody normally gets lost in our neck of the woods. Please, you don’t have to lie to me, just let me tow your car, I can get it fixed.” 

You sigh, rolling your eyes. He had noticed and was close to saying something but bit back his tongue. You exit the car, he held his hand out for you to take, hesitant, you looked at him. He seems to be genuine with his gestures. He took it anyway, walking you to his pickup truck to sit in while he hooks your car up to his truck. Once he was done, he climbed into his truck. 

Something about this man calmed your nerves a bit, but at the same time, you wouldn’t let your guard down. Your left hand was still holding onto that pocket knife you took from Grandma’s. Your eyes wouldn’t leave his eyes, his auburn eyes that were finally visible and locked on the road ahead. You, a southern girl, weren’t too shy around country folk, however, you felt intimidated by this hulk of a man. You assumed he was around 6 feet 4, you were pretty tall yourself, and he seemed taller as well.

“What’s on your mind? You’re staring an awfully lot.” He asks, glancing at you for a brief moment before returning his attention to the dirt path. “Oh, um, nothing,” you said, placing the knife by your leg. It was pretty stupid of you to do so, and it was proven stupid when he hit a bump on the road, causing your knife to slice through your pants and skin accidentally. It wasn’t gnarly, but it was enough to bleed through your clothes.

“Shit,” you swore, causing him to stop on his tracks. The tall man faced you, noticing your hand was covered in blood. He sighed, unbuckling his seatbelt and exiting the truck. A few seconds later, you saw him on your side of the truck. He had opened the passenger door, and then he pulled his hoodie over his head, also taking his plain white t-shirt off. He folded it vertically. Wrapping it around your thigh and tying a knot around your thigh. When he was finished, he shut the door on you before you could thank him. He hopped into his seat for the last time, sighing in with an attitude in his tone. As if he told you himself that he wasn’t going to make any more stops until he made it to his house. 

The minute he turned his way out the dirt pavement, he pulled into a driveway that led him to his garage. He had pressed a button that opened his garage. When the garage was opened, he drove straight inside, stopping his tracks when he hit something. The taller man had switched his ignition off, taking his seatbelt off to exit his car. You reached for the door and attempted to open it, unbeknownst to you, it had a child safety lock on it. Now you felt like an idiot for deciding to hitch a ride with him. Though you thought it was the end, the end of you, you heard someone open the door to the house: A child.

“Elizabeth, help me unload the trunk.”

“I won’t help unless you say please,” the little girl said, crossing her arms and turning her head away from her likely brother. He rolled his eyes, scoffing at her, “Please, Eliza?” 

The girl finally complied, going to the back of the truck to help. When you would see them again, Elizabeth would make eye contact with you. She tilted her head with her eyebrow arched up. “Tannie, who is this girl in your truck tryna get out?” 

“Fuck!” the tall man cursed, running to let you out. “You’ll have to forgive me, I have the safety lock on for Douglas.”

“Oh, is Douglas your son?”

“Um, you could say that.” Coincidentally, Elizabeth had opened the door, allowing a big dog to run towards you as you were climbing out of the truck. You nearly screamed when it barked at you. “Dougie, don’t scare our guest like that!” Elizabeth scolded, rubbing her free hand through Douglas’s blue and white fur. Douglas had twirled around and rubbed his wet snout against your hand. He wanted you to pet him. So you did, and were smiling at your action, lying on the floor to allow you to rub his belly. 

“Oh, hi sweetie, it’s nice to meet you–um,”

“That’s Douglas, our Blue Heeler.” 

“Ah, ok, I thought you had kids.” 

“Tanner? Kids? No, he’s too shy around people,” the girl teased, laughing at her brother while he was glaring at her. “Elizabeth, get inside!” The tall man named Tanner said, walking off to tote your bags into his house. You hesitated to follow him inside. Not knowing what your next move was. Would you leave and find someone to take you home? Would you offer to sleep in your car instead of the house?

“Hey, whatcha standing there for? We have to get inside before the coyotes come getcha.” He teased, keeping the door propped open as he closed the garage and left. You had no other option, so your feet started moving, leading you inside the sibling’s house.  

“Tanner, where the hell have you been?” A raspy old man’s voice spoke on your left. You turned around to see who it was. Another tall man who, this time, looks roughly in his mid-fifties, had black hair with silver streaks on the side, a thick moustache, and a jaw that screamed Stan Smith looked you up and down. Tanner set your bags on his side, going up to his father, whispering something to him. You noticed how tall the father was, he was merely a few inches shorter than his son. Elizabeth tapped your shoulders, she told you she would take your items into the guest room. You were relieved when you heard “the guest room”, your stressed-out mind finding some peace. 

When Tanner was done talking to the older man, said man had walked up to you, apologizing, “My apologies my dear, you’ll have to forgive me, my son here often brings his friends over without my knowledge, but I see that you’re a hitchhiker looking for somewhere to stay while your car get fixed?” You nod, “Not much of a speaker, aren’t ya?”

“I’m very sorry, sir, it’s just been a long day, it’s a little scary being alone on the road in the woods.” You respond, taking in his features and trying to size him up a bit.

“I understand, it’s pretty dangerous out here. Hey Tanner, take the rest of this lady’s bags into the guest room.” The older man walked next to you and placed his arm around your upper back, leading you into his kitchen. He directed you into the dining room, where you assumed his wife was in, couponing. “Amelia, we have company.” He says to his wife. Amelia looked at you, a smile across her mouth. 

“Hi there, stranger, nice to meet you!” She said, coming off as teasing. She had stood up, taking you in her embrace. Not wanting to leave her hanging, your arms snake around her back. “What’s your name, dear?” Amelia asks.“It’s Y/n, Y/n L/n.” You heard a gasp behind you. The older adults looked to see who it was, but you didn’t seem to care. 

“Son, while you’re over there gasping, why don’t you direct Y/n to her guest room. My name is Dale, if you need anything, Tanner will be willing to assist you. We’re going to turn in, have a good night’s rest Y/n.” Dale says, leading his wife upstairs. Leaving you with Tanner, who only stood there with his mouth wide open and eyes dilated. 

“Are you *insert Twitch Streamer name*?”

“Yeah, is there something wrong?”

“I love watching your streams!” He spoke, walking next to you.

“It’s an honor to meet you finally. You got me through high school!”

“High school? I just started streaming a year ago. How old are you?” You jokingly ask, but in all seriousness, you genuinely believe he was up there in his twenties. 

“I’m 20!” 

“20?” He nods, taking your hands into his bigger, callous hands. 

“Yes, I’m 20. It may not seem like it, though. Y’know, you’re entertaining to watch.” He says, taking up the space between the two of you, his amusement at finally meeting his favorite Twitch streamer was making you uncomfortable. 

“I’m sorry, I think I should lie down. Where’s y’all’s guest room?”

“It’s down the hall, but you don’t have to sleep in that dingy room. You can sleep in my room, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Oh I don’t think that’s necessary, I can sleep in the-“

“It has termites!” He spoke in a hasty tone, he obviously wanted you to sleep with him.

“No, look, I’ll be fine in the guest room. I will only be staying for one night anyway, then I’ll be out of y’all’s hair.”

“Ok, good night then,”

When you entered the family’s guest room, you surveyed their overly decorated room. It had a cute aesthetic that you felt comfortable with as it reminded you of your Grandmother. From the mahogany vanity with cute family collections, to the family portraits that hung on the ribboned wall. Her house is nicely decorated too. One of the first things you had done was remove your bra and stow it in your suitcase, then, you got undressed by their huge mahogany vanity. It was not rare for you to admire yourself in the mirror while you are bare. In fact, it has become a quiet ritual—those still, in-between moments when the world faded and the only gaze upon you was your own. Sometimes, it felt like a kind of worship, not of vanity, but of presence. Of being. You enjoyed seeing yourself in mirrors—not just to catch a glimpse of your shape or the curve of a shoulder, but to witness yourself as you truly are, unguarded and real. And only your eyes could see the true you, not another person. 

    Until—you noticed a peeping Tom entering your room. Why haven’t you closed the door? 

Douglas entered your room with a tennis ball in his mouth. When you acknowledged him, you immediately shut the door behind him. Maybe it was ok for the dog to see you, it’s only a dog. And…on a second thought—maybe not; you hurriedly rummage through your suitcase for your nightgown. Instantly throwing it on. Douglas hopped on your bed, still chewing on his ball. You sat beside him, running your hand through his coat. Looking back at the vanity mirror, you saw that the door was ajar, seeing a pair of auburn eyes watch you watch him.

“Tanner, what are you doing?”

“I umm—-was looking for Douglas. He ran off from my room. There you go Dougie!” He lied, taking the wet ball from him. Douglas cried, rubbing his wet nose against you, signaling that you tell Tanner to give him his ball. “Hey, why don’t you give your puppy his ball back?” Tanner obliged, but only threw the ball out of the room, the two of you watched Douglas scramble through the door, running as if he was a Scooby Doo character. 

“I hope you know, I’ve been a subscriber since you were at only 100 subscribers.” He spoke with pride on his tongue. You only cringed at his words, but immediately changed your face when he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes. 

“Thank you so much, I appreciate your honesty.” You half fibbed. Cheesing so he wouldn’t see how uncomfortable you were. You really wished at that moment a country bumpkin had picked you up instead of  him. “Could we stay up, I want to learn more about you.” He asks, leaning his shoulder against yours before resting his head against yours. “No, actually, it’s pretty late. Why don’t we continue this tomorrow morning when you’re fixing my car.” Tanner sighs in a disappointed tone. He got off of the bed, walking to the door abruptly. He bid his goodbye and told you to sleep well, you told him the same, peeling the covers to crawl in bed then switching the lights. 

A little over three hours later, Tanner couldn’t sleep. He had stayed up watching your previous streams on his laptop in his boxers. His fingers dangerously close to his groin as he watches you play your most recent game, Class of ‘09. Normally, he’s not a fan of vulgar content. Matter of fact, he despises vulgar, dark content, often watching your more tame content. As a streamer, you always make sure to check on your 200 viewers, making sure they aren't uncomfortable. One time, he had replied to your comment section, after you had asked what everyone was doing. Tanner mentioned that he was milking his cows while watching you. You, not believing him, merely laughed. He didn’t find it funny, though he loved seeing you laugh, even at him. 

    When he watches your streams, he feels as though you and him are the only people in the chat. You’re talking to him and ONLY him. As a fan, he felt prideful of having you at his house, sleeping in his guest room too. And maybe you will warm up to the idea of sleeping in his room. You will have to, he’ll make sure of it. Growing bored, he decided to go downstairs to pop his head in your room. Seeing your body rise and lower as you sleep. He wanted a closer look of you, so he creeped inside, making sure to avoid bumping into anything. As he walked closer, he felt a stir in his boxers. Oh God, not this!

He had instantly turned around, walking back into the light. Unaware of you turning to your side to face him. “Tanner?” you spoke, your morning breath prominent. He turned to look at you, you switched the bedside lamp on. Now you were scared again.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” 

“I-I, I left my…book in here. That’s why.” He lied straight to your face. He picked up his book, a family bible that was older than you and him combined. You were too tired to argue with him, so you switched the lamp off and went back to sleep. Tanner shut the door for you, his mind begging him to go back inside, even though you were so close to calling for Dale or Amelia. So he ignored his greedy mind, taking himself upstairs to go back to sleep. Later on today, he has some work to take care of on your car. 

You for sure saw his pecker.

When you woke up, it was 9:30 am. Your nose could smell hotcakes on the stove. When you turned to the other side, you nearly punched the daylights out of Tanner. “Rise and shine! Mom made some breakfast for you.” You signed, eyes rolling as you sat up in your bed. Your fingers gripped the bridge of your nose, glaring at Tanner as he only smiled at you. Your glare was eating him up.

“I know this is your house, and that you are a big fan of me, but all I ask from you is that you give me some personal space, please, Tanner?” Tanner’s smile faded, his arms crossed as he–pouted at you? Why was he pouting at you?

“Okay, I’m sorry about last night. It wasn’t right for me to bombard your privacy.” 

“Or enter the room unannounced twice,” you mumbled, “All I want from you is to fix my car and let me go home.” 

“Okay, I’ll get onto that after breakfast.” Tanner leaves the guest room, keeping it wide open so everyone could see you. Elizabeth was in the kitchen with her mom, she noticed you exiting the guest room a little peeved. “Good morning, how did you sleep last night?” She asks, giving you a plate of hotcakes and bacon. “I slept fine, I just kept having a few visits at night.” You didn’t tell her who, so she assumed Douglas wanted to sleep with you. 

“Douglas can be a handful. Come and sit with us, darling.” Amelia says, pressing her hand on your back and walking you to the dining room table. There, Tanner and Dale were talking about what work needed to be done on the car. You could tell it was their passion by how they were passionately arguing with each other on what to do to start your car battery. Once you sat down, the argument ended, Tanner had ignored his father while scooting his chair and plate to you. You gulped down your last remaining spit as your mouth was severely dry. Amelia had sent over a pitcher of orange juice for y’all to drink, so you immediately got a glass of that. 

“Oh, good morning Y/n, it’s nice to see you and Tanner have made acquaintances.” Dale assumes. Tanner smiled at you, his big hand taking yours. You hastily removed your hand from his. Though he was visibly embarrassed, he still kept his smile on his face. “When breakfast is over, we will start working on your car. Imma need your keys by the way.” Dale continued. 

“Thank you sir, I really appreciate the hospitality from y’all.” You really did. The family were extremely kind and were at access to your needs.  “Well we appreciate the company. It’s only been a couple of  hours, and you’ve already gotten Tanner out of his shell.” Amelia jokes, causing her family to laugh. You tried to ignore Tanner’s admiring stare at you, but your skin was burning from his stare. What was with this boy?

“Pop the hood, let’s see what we’re working with,” Dale told his son, watching Tanner open your car’s hood. He obliged, propping it open, being welcomed by the car’s problem. The fuse had blown. Not to worry though, the Jeffersons had plenty of unused car parts in their shed. 

“I’ll go grab the thing and my tools, go tell Y/n what the problem is.” Dale responds, leaving his son to go behind his house. Ignorant to what his son was going to do. 

Watching for his father, making sure he was leaving, Tanner had the opportunity to pull your pocket knife out. He stole it while you were asleep. He rubbed his index finger against the blade, making sure it was sharp enough to cut. He looked at his cut skin, seeing the blood threaten to trickle from his finger. He had to hurry, his dad knew where all the car parts were, he’ll be back soon. 

He pulled out a random red wire, cutting it with ease. Before he heard his dad’s boots against the crunched up leaves, he stowed your knife into his pants pocket. Dale returned, unaware of what his son was doing. Tanner was the car mechanic; he knew more than anyone, so Dale assumed his son was analyzing the situation.

“Dad, we’ve got bad news.”

“What is it, son?” 

“There’s a cut wire.”

“Damn, have you told Y/n yet? Or I’ll go tell her?”

“No, I’ve got it.” Tanner ran into his house. When he shut the door lightly, he tried to contain his smile, he was pretty proud of himself. Taking that risk so you could stay with him longer. His dad would assume that the wire was cut by a hooligan, and he’ll have to order a new wire and have another person fix your car. Now you’ll HAVE to stay with him.

*Knock Knock*

You opened your door, rolling your eyes when you saw Tanner again. You’re going to have to get over it soon. “How may I help you?”

“Y/n, bad news: your battery has blown a fuse, and there’s a cut wire. We currently have no spare wires so Dad is going to order one.” 

Damn it, you curse in your brain. Your hopes of leaving this weirdo fan forever squashed by someone who was a bitch enough to cut your wire. You couldn’t help but cry a bit. Like literal tears were streaming from your face. Tanner, obviously consoling you in his muscular arms, rubbing his hand against your hair. 

“I know you want to leave so bad. Leave me—to go back and make videos for us. But I’m sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around his thick torso. He felt as though the wind was knocked out of him because of you. What were you doing to him? He rubs your back, feeling your bare back, you still had no bra on. You still had no bra on! 

He prayed for his body to reject his arousal. Thinking of weird things to get rid of those lewd thoughts. When he felt secured, he let go of you, looking down to make sure it wasn’t there. 

“If it makes you feel any better, would you like to go visit some place with me?”

“Where, Tanner?” 

Tanner had stopped his truck by a log that prevented him from going any further. When he got out of his car, walking in front to let you out, he opened the truck door, letting you out. When your feet were on the ground, he took your hand into his, leading you to the little pond boardwalk. 

“I know you’re pretty tense right now, so I decided to take you to my favorite place to wind down. There’s no one around to bother us.”

“Oh, ok, thank you,” you said, sitting down on the boardwalk. Not aware of Tanner toting foldable chairs for you two. “I've got chairs if you want to sit comfortably.” He says, propping one open, then going for the next one. “You stood up, taking the chair next to him. Tanner leans back, his head hanging from the seat. You watch him, earning a smile on his lips. Something in you started to feel off. His juvenile smile, dusty blond hair, and his hulking build on a childish man. Fanboy behavior fighting his shy demeanor, his admiration towards you. Somehow, you didn’t abhor his admiration, you just wish he were less of a nuisance. 

You weren’t aware, but you were staring at his sleeping body. Watching him breathe lightly as he napped. You didn’t want to stoop to his level of “admiration”, so you pulled your phone out and scrolled through your notifications. You took another look at him, this time scared. 

“Tanner? Hey Tanner, wake up, hon!” Tanner’s eyelids pried open. “Something’s tickling my leg.” He says, disoriented. “I know, there’s a big ass spider on your leg.” Instantly, he jumped up, kicking the spider off his pant leg. You hopped out of your seat as well, your body shaking from the big wolf spider that was still crawling up his leg. The hairs on his body erected as the eight-legged heathen gradually crawled up his calf.  And suddenly, you did the unthinkable, you told him to stay still so the spider would get flicked by your phone. He obliged, not moving a muscle, not breathing while he stood absolutely still. When your phone picked the spider up, it crawled on your screen, and then you flicked it off, causing it to land in the water below. 

Without warning, Tanner wraps his bulky arms around your body and lifts you clean off the boardwalk like you weigh nothing. One second you were steady, the next your feet dangled in the air, heart skipping a beat at the sudden closeness. His scent hits you–clean sweat, his mother’s linen softener, the wooden smell of his cologne, something warm and alive. His grip was firm, a little too tight, but not uncomfortable. Just present—unshakably there. 

Only did he realize that he was holding you in the air like he would to Douglas. Right hand on lower back, left on upper. He puts you down gently, clearing his throat as he is rendered uncomfortable with his actions. “Thanks,” he murmurs near your ear, voice low and rough with adrenaline. “For flicking it off.” 

You acknowledged how rattled he still was. His thick fingers twitch against your back like the ghost of the spider had climbed there, and his breath fans your neck–hot, uneven. “You saved my ass,” he adds, and though it was half a joke, there’s a real edge in it. Like for a second, the spider wasn’t the only thing crawling under his skin. 

“It’s okay, you seem tense, let me drive you home so you can take a bath. That usually calms my nerves.” 

In the guest bathroom, you turned the bath water on. Running your hand under the cold water as it gradually turned hot. Tanner had waited for you on the bathroom’s vanity chair. When you weren’t looking, he locked the bathroom door swiftly. Once the water became hot, you told him to strip off his clothing. You were about to leave the bathroom when he took your hand and gestured for you to sit on his chair. What you were about to see was not something you agreed to. Tanner unbuttons his flannel and removes it, then along came his white t-shirt, and before he could start unbuckling his pants, you stopped him by placing your hand on his. “Honey, let me go so you can undress.” 

“You’re still…coming back right?” You sigh once more, pinching your nose in shame. Do I really want to deal with this right now? 

“Yes, dear, I’ll be back.” 

When you returned, he was already in the bubbly water, waiting for you with that smug look you knew too well. His legs were hanging out of the tub, and the dusty blonde tips of his hair were wet. You rolled your eyes, and he chuckled, arms lounging lazily along the rim of the tub.

You grabbed his washcloth and soap, dipping both into the water until the cloth foamed. He watched you with a smirk as you worked—first lathering his arm, then his chest. When you leaned in closer, he tilted his head toward your ear and whispered, “This is your idea of multitasking? Bathing me and torturing me at the same time?”

His teasing made you sigh and pull your hand away. He groaned dramatically—half-laugh, half-whine—and caught your wrist gently. “Hey,” he said, grinning, guiding your hand back. In the moment of tugging and half-resisting, your fingers slipped somewhere you hadn’t intended.

You both froze, then burst into awkward laughter. “That–I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!” you muttered.

“Maybe it meant to happen,” he replied, eyes glinting, but his voice stayed soft, leaving the moment open—for you to decide where it would go next. When you continued your bathing, he stopped you, taking your hand and gliding it down into the bubbly water. You didn’t retract, only watching his molasses pupils take control of you. While your hand grasped his, y’know, you were shocked at how thick it was. He was a pretty big guy, maybe that’s why. 

Suddenly, the room grew silent—and hot. The hot water that caused his skin to sweat also turned it pink. But that wasn’t the only pink on him. While he had your hand on his shaft, the warm water lapped gently around you both. Tanner’s breath hitched when you started jerking him off, muscles tightening above and beneath your touch. When he had the courage, he leaned closer to your mouth, wetting his lips while you were still touching him. He let his hand maneuver your head to face him, and then, he pressed his thinner, cherub pink lips against yours. 

Tanner allowed his tongue to invade your mouth, teasing your slimy tongue with his. Your lips parted enough for him to play with your mouth with his pink organ. You had slowed your progress on his cock, distracted by the kiss. Tanner noticed right away, cupping your cheeks with his bear hands, “Please, don’t go anymore slower.” He had rested his forehead against yours, “I need you, Y/n, I need you so bad.”

What you were feeling wasn’t annoyance anymore. It was a mixture of multiple conflicting feelings. You were scared of being outed as someone who jerks off fans. And you feared that Tanner would tell people, even show it. But you couldn’t control your urges FUCKING hell you wanted this man and you can’t deny it anymore. From his chivalric behavior the other night to this, if your moral compass wasn’t the way it was, so conservative, so forbidding, you would’ve toppled this guy the night he came into your room. 

It was only day one of you staying over at the Jeffersons, who knows how long you will be staying with this family. But here you are, pleasuring the eldest child. What is wrong with you?

Tanner was almost close; you could sense it. From him tightening his butt to his head thrown back against the tile wall. He had unlocked his jaw to moan, damn he moans like a girl, you thought, causing you to feel a twinged down your south tinseltown. He had you in his clutch, figuratively and literally, his strong hands holding your arms. He nearly cried from his pleasure, his body tensing up. And all of a sudden, you felt warm juices on your fist. Then on your cheek, you saw his cum dribble from his cock, and then came the orgasm thoughts that became words.

“I love you, Y/n, always have!” You pressed your finger against his mouth, realizing that someone had entered the guest room. “Tanner? Ms. Y/n? Where the hell are y’all?” It was Dale. You scurried into the towel closet, hoping Dale wouldn’t persecute you for what you’d done. 

“Son, are you in here? I heard some weird noise, just say something so I can go back to what I was doing, I don’t want to confront you right now.”

“Yes, Dad, it’s me, I’m taking a bath!” Tanner yelled, taking the washcloth and finishing his wash. Dale responds with an ok, leaving the guest room and shutting the door behind him. “Hey, you can exit the towel closet now,” Tanner says, rubbing himself with the soap. You exit the closet, “You do realize that now you have to take another bath?” 

“Yeah, and maybe,” Tanner stood up, he leaned to grab his towel from the towel rack, wrapping it around his torso, “you’ll join me?” You scoffed at his response, opening the door and leaving the room. 

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yandere ex bully’s yandere alphabet!

i got the template from this post :)

(cws: violence, mentions of bullying, mention of dysfunctional/abusive family dynamics, stalking)

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

starts out with verbal affection, praise and compliments- which are very intense off the bat, and he won't really scale it down. in his mind, you need to know exactly how he feels about you and why you are important to him. especially if you are not physically in his life... which is pretty likely. he'll also express his affection to you through acts of service- getting you glasses of water, food, etc. or, he'll try to "make you feel safe" by being around you so nobody dangerous can get to you.

to him, he can prove himself to you being nice to you and treating you well- so he's likely to come off as intense as he's very fervent in his effort. if he thinks his darling is more willing to be with him, he'll calm down a bit after a while.

he'll also express his affection to you physically with hugs, kisses, etc, but he'll keep that to when he thinks you are okay with it. he’s not good at reading his darling and he’s somewhat aware of that, so he’ll often mirror things you do to him to you thinking that you’ll be more likely to like it (like using the same pet names, kissing you in the same places, etc.)

Blood:How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

he understands that practically speaking, his darling could very well get upset or afraid of him if he really hurts people like he wants to. so unlike other yanderes he won't kill anyone behind your back. he might snap and hit people/beat people up, but that's as far as it goes.

however if his darling requests it, he can get very messy! he doesn't really have care at all for anyone other than his darling. so, if you ask him to kill anyone- including his friends- he will do so, easily. his only limit is that he won't want to kill his brother, and he'll likely become emotionally distant from you for a while if you ask him to do so.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

i think tanner is much less likely to straight up kidnap you. once he's reached a certain breaking point, he's more likely to just break into your house and just... not leave.

he'll only kidnap you if your living situation makes it impossible for him to do this without him being caught (such as if you have a roommate) or if your living situation is physically unsafe in some way.

he wouldn't straight up mock you though, he's really trying to avoid doing so. he wants to show you how much he's changed and how nice he can be for you! but he might show his impatience and irritation that you still aren’t hearing him out. he wouldn’t yell at you, but he would be blunt and passive-aggressive in some circumstances.

he can come off as cruel and insensitive though as sometimes he can be rather blunt without thinking. like, "why did you date that guy? he's such a little bitch." this side of him comes out more often if he's jealous.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

not intentionally, but practically speaking that's often how it turns out (see "Affection" above- he's not good at reading or predicting his darling.) probably ends up hugging and kissing before his darling would prefer, as he genuinely thinks that his darling is likely ready for him to do so.

he's less cautious about this if he thinks his darling is willingly in a relationship with him of their own free will... which, likely isn't what's happening. but, he will quickly back off with physical contact if asked.

he's a lot more blunt about asking consent for anything sexual though, and will likely just wait until you bring it up of your own volition. he's too worried about messing up your first time with him to risk anything.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

one of his insecurities is being seen as "soft"- it's why he became a bully in his youth in the first place, due to his deep seated insecurities with himself. he wants to be seen as a tough guy, like your guard dog or something. he wants you to think he's strong, and someone to rely on.

he also wasn’t the best in school, and struggles sometimes with things. so he also doesn’t want you to think of him as “stupid.”

he doesn't really want to be vulnerable, to show you that he's upset if it's not to show you that he cares about you. he'll say things like "i missed you so much" or say "i'm hurt that you did that" for instance, but will try to hide anything like him crying, nightmares, etc. basically to him, if it's not related to you? you don't really need to know about it.

his darling probably can guess as to what is going on a lot of the time though, as he can often drop disturbing facts about his childhood in casual conversations without realizing (as he genuinely doesn't understand how bad his upbringing really is.)

he also may act weird about some things and not tell you why- like huffing a bit in frustration if you offer to pick up something heavy for him or to calculate the tip on a bill for him and not explain why, which probably signals to his darling that something is up.

he'll close himself off a bit if you try to talk to him about how he feels about his childhood or any insecurities though. it takes him a long time to actually be vulnerable with you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

sad :,(

he'll be obviously visibly hurt but, to him this isn't very surprising. he expected this as a possibility. he lets you know that you can hurt him as much as you like if it helps you feel better! (this doesn't work the way he had hoped it would.)

he wouldn’t stand for being continuously hit over a long period of time though. then, he’d get impatient, as he wanted to get your trust in return the first few times. if he doesn’t get that, there’s no real point to it for him. it’s less that he’s concerned about his safety, moreso that he has his limits with his patience.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

not a game at all, he would not enjoy watching his darling escape. his goal is for you not to be afraid of him after all.

especially if he actually abducted you to his house or a secondary location- since he'd likely only go for that route if he deems your usual lifestyle too unsafe or something. do you really hate him so much that you'd go back to your previous life, even though he'd do anything for you??

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

well, the whole concept of his character is that he's his darlings former bully- so, it could very well be him bullying them as a child. he isolated them from getting friends when they were younger and made their school life unbearable.

aside from that, i think the worst case scenario would be a darling who already has a significant other. that would really cause him to snap out much faster than he would normally. possibly even before he really reconsidered what his relationship to his darling in the past was like, which would make him far less considerate to his darling.

tanner is a bit willfully deluded sometimes, and sees things in a certain light due to paranoia or jealousy- so he's likely to freak out from just minor signs that you are unhappy, and pin that on your partner mistreating you. he then used that as an excuse to threaten them and hit them.

even though he usually lets you go anywhere you please, he also might be more likely to kidnap and isolate you if you already have a long term partner you are living with. though just for a bit- his goal is that he wants you to forget about them.

to have a partner that the darling loves and feels safe with, only for that person to basically be terrorized by tanner enough for the partner to leave the relationship and then subsequently be forced to be around someone they fear and hate... that would probably be the worst experience for the darling.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

when he was younger, his older brother had given him little tips on what to do in a relationship- and it was geared towards him dating a woman. hold doors open for a date, carry your date’s bags, walk your date home... etc.

due to this, he has a specific view on how he wants a romantic relationship to be. he wants to take a typically masculine, provider type of role. he doesn't particularly care how his darling presents themself or what their gender is, he just wants to treat them a particular way, especially if they're in public.

(although, if your condition of being with him is that YOU take that role instead... he may be willing to reconsider his ideas ;))

does want to get married and live with you in a mutual, loving relationship where you feel protected and safe with him- that's his ultimate goal for the future.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

yes, he gets jealous. he'll often lash out against the person (not the darling.)

in very mild cases, he might just grumble and be blunt/passive aggressive with how he talks about that person around his darling.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

depends on the situation!

if he thinks you feel safe around him/are willingly choosing to be around him? very sweet, nice, and a bit flirty and affectionate.

if he thinks you dislike him? he's very desperate, clingy, trying to show you how good he can be for you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

literally, with letters lol. he wants to let you know just how much your mind, and is all too honest in how he expresses just how obsessed he is with you. phone calls too until you block his number.

likely keeps to sending you letters and stalking from afar- until he thinks that you are hinting at him that you want him to approach you. in which case, he'll try to arrange a meeting through the letters he sends you.

although, if he thinks that you may need him being around closer for one reason or another (generally if he believes your current lifestyle to be very unhealthy/unsafe) he will not wait that long and may just... break into your house and not leave, so he can be there to supervise you a little.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

yes, lol. due to a combination of what i said earlier re: his insecurities with being seen as "soft" and him just generally not caring about people other than his darling... he acts VERY different with his darling in private than he ever would around anyone else.

at his job he's not smiling, he's very straightforward and isn't really friendly with anyone. he keeps himself from straight up mocking others (so he doesn’t lose his employment) but he doesn’t reign in his expression or tone much. he'll be clearly annoyed if anyone wants help or asks questions. around you, he's bright and happy to spend time with you, doing whatever you ask him to do.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

not the type to punish his darling! he's more the submissive type. if he's upset with you he may be passive-aggressive or distance himself from his darling for a little bit. if it gets really bad he'll get a bit catty and talk to the guys he works with about you behind your back. but he wouldn’t punish you as he doesn't think it's his place to do so.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

generally he lets you do whatever you want! it's just that a lot of the time, whether you know it or not... he will also be there. lol.

if in the extreme circumstance he kidnaps you, he's already on edge and nervous that this will cause you to hate him. he's not likely to do much other than to not let you outside or talk to others. but that’s for practical reasons, so you won't alert anyone to your current situation.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

sometimes he gets impulsive and emotional and breaks some of his darling's boundaries. but otherwise he's pretty patient! he's trying to be, he just gets caught up in his own feelings sometimes.

he can be a little easily agitated, though, even with his darling. he more or less is expecting you to have a grudge against him, but you repeatedly insulting him or yelling at him would make him a little irritated. he’d feel like you aren’t giving him a chance to redeem himself. he’s more soft when it comes to his darling being afraid of him, though.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

absolutely distraught and devastated if his darling died... he would be in a state of regret thinking he could have done something different for a long time, likely not doing anything to move past the situation for basically the rest of his life.

if his darling escaped though, his reaction would be much less drastic. he's upset, and he's going to put as much effort as he can to try and find you again, but he's not nearly as depressed.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

if he realizes that you are scared of him?? VERY guilty, deep regret. he doesn't like doing things that make you upset!

there really isn't any circumstance where he would willingly cut contact with you all together, though. is he aware that that would be for the best? sure. but he's way too far gone for that. to him, you're the only reason he has to be happy.

closest thing he'll do to that you space for a week or so (like, if you brought it up as an ultimatum.) after the week ends he’ll go back to you immediately afterwards acting needier than he was before.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

poor childhood upbringing, mostly. his parents were neglectful to the point of being abusive, and he was basically raised by his older brother, who was also a troubled teen himself and treated him poorly.

since he never really had a place to feel safe or appreciated, he wanted to be seen as the "toughest" guy in school as a kid. he wanted to feel powerful. this is what caused him to become a bully and fixate on you strongly- you likely seemed to be an easy target.

his lack of a proper upbringing also caused his yandere qualities later in life when he realized he wants you as a lover. he has a very black and white thinking due to a poor childhood- it's either you, or no one else. and, since he often feels like what he cares about has often left or been taken away from him- he is very obsessive over you, as you are one of the few things in his life that make him feel things this strongly. he generally feels like he has to "earn" a persons respect that is important to him, because that's how it was with his older brother.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

upset :( he doesn't like seeing you like that! it's a little unnerving watching you break down like that, he's going to try to be desperate to get on your good side.

if it's just isolating themself, though, he's not as worried. he just thinks that the darling needs some time alone and doesn't really think much of it. unless the darling is missing meals or something, he's not going to say anything.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

yep! he's pretty carefree about what his darling does, more just wanting to be around his darling rather than control them. you can have a job and a regular life for the most part.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

well, he can be impulsive if he's caught up with his emotions- this causes him to make some obvious mistakes that his darling can then use to their advantage.

for instance, it's pretty clear that he's stalking you through the letters he sends you, and he's honest about many things if you just ask him. he also offers to kill people for you... which, if you play your cards right, could lead him to going to jail.

also: very easy to manipulate. it’s really not that hard to engineer opportunities for you to be left alone so you can prepare for an escape.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

he's really trying hard not to, especially physically. he doesn't want to risk scaring or upsetting you at this point. the only thing i could see him doing is grabbing his darling's wrist too hard if he's pulling them- but he would have to be very caught up in his emotions for him to do that.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he very much worships his darling and puts them on a pedestal. to him, you are kind, mature, and well-adjusted... regardless if you really are those things.

he's willing to do ANYTHING to win his darling over- and he's very insistent they give him the chance to do so.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

depends on a few factors. if the darling is already in a relationship? very quickly, maybe after just a month of stalking and seeing what the dynamic is between the darling and their significant other.

if the darling is in an unsafe environment or is extremely neglectful of their health, it would take even less time. maybe even less than two weeks- which isn't good for the darling, because he hasn't fully processed how he feels about the darling at that point, and will likely be much less patient or kind with them as a result.

but, generally speaking, it takes about about a year or so of him stalking you to get to the point where he feels like he needs to send the letters to you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

pretty unlikely, actually. they might have breakdowns and definitely don't appreciate him being around, especially at first. but he's not likely to emotionally break them to the point where they don't act anything like themself, he’s not a cruel type of yandere to his darling. if they are so upset that it's extremely obvious to him, he will try to be nicer to them in some way or another.

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Its been quite a week!

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Oc ified them bc @joltning’s post was making me think about how I’d do that. (cheating a bit bc I already had Tanner and Fractal already designed for rps but Jason is newer, still based on rp/story stuff with @valveorangebox)

some loose notes!

They’re mostly the same personality wise, Tanner is less sneaky than Felix and a bit less hinged, Fractal is less reserved than Locus but still “the quiet one”, Jason is more divorced than Wu. (still heterosexual 😔)

actual designs are based on gold colors, also some math concepts. Fractal was named off of the idea that fractals are infinitely introspecting, it has a similar vibe to locus of control, though fractal kind of embraces the idea you can’t control anything, just account for patterns. He’s into worms and philosophy. I haven’t decided if he took his own eye out or if something happened to him.

Tanner is named after tangents, I was specifically thinking about this example I saw about how tangents are used to calculate how far to building an awning to keep the sun from hitting the windows behind it. I also wanted to lean more into the cop thing/knight facade Felix has. He’s less of a knife guy.

Arc is just connecting two points (aka the other two morons). Only realized after writing this that Jason is one letter off of Mason. Its to reference Jason and the argonauts not just random. I imagine him being even more sappy than Wu, he has some lofty ideas of being able to be normal if he just gets far enough making money doing merc stuff. Visually based on fencers and diving suits, I think he tends to be their stealth guy, sort of a “get in from an angle they don’t expect” thing.

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A very Happy Birthday to the oh so lovely @doeblossom !!! I hope you’re having as much fun as these two are! You’re such a lovely human, and I appreciate all our silly little chats about ttrpg characters, miraculous ladybug, the owl house ❤️ we need more of those haha!

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YANDERE SLUT FARMER X TWITCH STREAMER READER : Part 2

A/N//: OMG!!! I've been tryin my hardest to write some good ol' smut, but I haven't written any smut since May of last year!!! Oh I hope this is as good as the first fanfic. But I tried, and that's great! Everyone's favorite farm boy is finally gonna get laid!

Shoutout to @sweet-flowering. I genuinely don't know how to tag, but this is for you <3

TW//: Exhibitionism, Tanner's a slut, you slowly fall in love with him, (you catch him in his barn neked ;)), Smut, P in V action, pronebone (SEARCH IT UP), protective sex, foreplay, oral, fem. receiving, misogynistic comments(Tanner needs new friends.)

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Dale wasn’t having any of it. 

Seeing his son exit the guestroom in only a towel, unaware of his disgruntled father watching him while he had piping hot black coffee in his hand. His hand jolted, twitching with disgust, seeing his son behave so erratically, so sinfully. And you, a visitor, are plaguing his mind with lewd thoughts. He’d seen the gazes Tanner bestow on you. You may not know those lewd and romantic stares, but Dale did! And he wasn’t having any of it!

Dale knocked on your door. He knows you’re in there, and he hates it! “Ms. Y/n, I need to have a word with you!” 

“Dale, what is going on, honey?” Amelia questions, entering her house from the garage. 

“You need to talk to your son! He’s acting all weird again.” 

“Dale, he’s an adult now, you need to stop babying him. Now what’s wrong?”

You had opened the door. You were wearing only a nightgown. Dale instantly grew embarrassed, seeing you in your clothes, which were so intimate. He had covered his eyes, and a bright pink blush spread across his cheeks. “Is there something wrong, Mr. Jefferson?” You noticed his red face. “You look a little red?” 

“I-um, Ms. Y/n, please see me in the dining room?” You knew that tone, so he knows. “Yes, sir, give me five minutes.” You said, closing the door on him. 

“Dale, he’s 20 years old, stop treating him like he’s 5!” Amelia hissed, walking side to side with her husband, who tried to ignore her. As a father, it was his responsibility to keep his kids away from harm. Even if it was packaged as a guest or friend. But what if the so-called harm was within the family?

For years, Dale had tried to shape his son into a faithful, upright man. As a devout member of his church, he saw it as his responsibility to instill his beliefs in his children—especially Tanner, who had always resisted authority, even as a boy. There were times, in Tanner’s younger years, when Dale would stumble upon moments that didn’t align with his expectations—sneaking out, secret romances, late-night parties. Tanner, however, has always hidden parts of himself. But when the mask slips, even briefly, the truth of who he is comes into full view.

“Sir?” Your reply carried a submissive tone, reminiscent of a child who had found themselves in a situation of disapproval from a parent. Dale had gestured for you to sit across from him. You could tell by his stern gaze that he knew what was going on. Then you were seated, preparing yourself for a lecture from a parental figure. 

“Y/n, I appreciate your presence; it has brought this family great joy seeing Tanner come out of his shell. However, I know what you’re doing and need you to stop. I’m saying this because I care for you, stay away from Tanner. If he talks to you, that’s fine, but anything else, steer clear of him. He is not what he seems to be.”

Your naive ass decided to ask, “Is there something I should know Mr. Dale?” Something was wrong for your father to talk negatively about you. Before he could open his mouth and talk badly about his son, both of you heard a sneeze from the stairs. You could hear boots step down the stairs, sauntering to you. When the walking halts, you feel a hand ease up your shoulder. 

“Am I interrupting something?” His inquiry did not sound like one, more like a stern statement. His voice was low like he didn’t approve of what was said about him. Tanner pulls a chair out so he can sit next to you. When you looked back at Dale, he was fuming, yes, but at the same time, you could see the fear in his eyes. He was scared? And now it’s scaring you. You didn’t want to look Tanner in the eyes, his soft ebony eyes that he locked your soul in while you were giving him a handjob. Now a stark reminder that you were in the midst of turmoil. 

Dale sighs, rubbing his fingers against his thick mustache. He had adjusted his hat, his messy wavy chestnut hair falling against his forehead. “What was he doing in your room?” He asks you, pinching his nose while looking directly at his son. 

“He was showering, I was just listening to music.” You lied, and when you lie, your voice becomes high-pitched. Luckily, Dale didn’t know that fact.

“Is it true, son?” Tanner nodded, but that wasn’t enough for Dale. “I need words boy!”

“I was only showering in the guest room. Y/n wasn’t aware and tried to kick me out, okay dad!” Tanner lied, rolling his eyes at his father.

“Don’t give me no attitude, boy!” You looked at Tanner, who gave you a strong glance. It cut you like that knife the other night, but deep down, you assumed he wasn’t too mad. You were right. 

“Dale cut it out! Now, whatever our son and Y/n were doing in that room is none of your business! He’s fucking 20 for Christ's sake!” Amelia cursed in the living room. It was rare for her to curse at her husband. 

Now Dale directed his attention to his wife, leaving the room to go banter with her. You felt guilty for having your host yell at you. Scared that you would get kicked out. Now I want to stay? Oh my God! You thought, holding your head in your hands. Then Tanner nudged your arm, bringing you back to reality.

“What’s wrong? You’re really scared of my Dad?” He asked, smirking at you like a sinister little devil. His eyes watching you like Lucifer himself. 

“Um yeah! I don’t want to get in trouble with your family, Tanner!” You scolded, and now he was a little concerned with your outburst. 

“Don’t worry about that old bat, he’ll get angry if you change the football channel. I promise you, he’s not someone to be afraid of.” 

“I should’ve just ignored you the other night.” You muttered, groaning while you pinched your nose. Tanner only laughed, standing up to leave, “Like they always say, it was fate that brought us here.” He said, shaking your shoulders. 

“If you need me, I’ll be milking the cows.” He yelled, opening the front door and leaving. 

———

You were worried. Scared even. You were getting in trouble with Dale and his son doesn’t give a damn. Tanner’s adding fuel to Dale’s explosive fire. But you noticed something, Dale seemed to fear Tanner. Tanner, his flesh and blood that he raised for 20 years. He is afraid of him. There must be something about Tanner that instilled fear into his dad. 

You were disturbed by what was lurking inside Tanner, which could cause his dad to feel powerless over him. It made you want to avoid him, to leave abruptly. Take your things, hitchhike, and never return to the Jeffersons' manor again. But a notification on your phone told you otherwise.

Unknown Number: 

Y/nnnn, get dressed, I want to take you to meet my friends 🙂

“How the hell did he get my number?” You were going to investigate but decided you too needed a bath. You were still only wearing a nightgown. 

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When you emerged from the guest room, you wore a sundress that stopped at your knees, ivory, with a little design on the hem, and a pair of steel-toe boots that you ordered from the Boot Barn weeks prior. To assimilate with the rural area you were in. Now you were going to find Tanner. You grabbed your sun visor and exited the house. Apparently, Tanner had also shared his location with you. He was only half a mile away from the house. So you head west, where the blue barn with a rusty roof was. It was a brisk walk, you felt as though you had completed a quarter of your steps for the day. Once you reached the barn, you noticed Tanner had discarded his t-shirt on the dirt pathway. Your eyes trailed to his jeans, he left them on the ground? Then you heard something, Oh Fuck! 

You were standing in the middle of the large barn doors when your eyes wouldn’t leave Tanner’s buttocks. He was flexing in the back of the barn, the light shining on him like he was a nude angel. The cows and goats had ignored him, mooing and baaing as they ate. Tanner was feeling himself, touching his pectoral muscle, rubbing his leg as his hand was dangerously close to his half-erect penis, and posing in front of what seemed to be his phone. Though this wasn’t the first time(or last) that you’ve seen him in all of his glory, you could feel your stomach acid surge up your esophagus. The saliva in your mouth increased its flow as you turned around and gagged. As you were struggling to throw up, Tanner heard, running to you still naked to pat on your back. You were dry-heaving, praying that what was coming up would get out of your system. When it didn’t, you started to cough, choke on saliva even. 

Then, Tanner ran to his father’s fridge by the milk station. Normally, it would house some beers, but Amelia wanted to make sure Tanner or Dale weren’t drinking on the job. So there were water bottles in there. Tanner grabs a hold of two, taking it to you and opening them. You took the opened bottle the best way you could, chugging water down your esophagus. When you were situated, He grabbed his clothes and started dressing himself.

“What…the fuck, Tanner?” You questioned, broken-up words only formed as you tried to talk.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/n! I didn’t know you would come here.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked in a soft tone, trying not to upset your now throbbing head. You saw how embarrassed he truly was. Or was he fronting? You honestly couldn’t tell. Either way, his heart was beating out of his chest, and he was hurrying to put his clothes back on. His phone propped on a block of hay and the barn wall tipped over. Now You are terrified. A sex freak has taken you to his house. You’ve touched him, and he has feelings for you. You’re doomed. 

“Y/n? Y/n, I know you're confused, and I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry!” Now he was on the ground, clutching your waist. His pants were nearly halfway down, you could see his erection imprinted on his jeans. Oh my goodness! 

“Tanner, hon it's okay, I'm ok now.” You half lied. If anything, you wanted to run and tell Dale and Amelia. 

“Are you sure? I know you were about to throw up.” He sniffed, snot running down his nose. 

“Yeah,” you console, tilting his chin up. Tanner had calmed his tears. He wiped them away, then rested his face against your belly. 

“Tanner,” 

“Yes, Y/n?”

“Get up.” You sternly said. Tanner stood to his feet. His bare feet crunching the hay on the ground. “Okay, now, how did you get my phone number?” 

“I have an iPhone too. I just pressed the screens together.” 

“So you didn’t go through my phone?”

“I don’t know your password, but, since we’re getting closer,” he responded, pulling you closer into his arms, “we’re allowed to share each other’s passwords.”

“No, we’re not close. I don’t want to be close with you, I just want to go home!” He rolled his eyes, he’s rolling his fucking eyes at me? 

“Okay, well, I’ll take your word for it,” he says, walking out of the barn. Out of the blue, you could hear Benson Boone’s music. Oh God! You noticed he still hasn’t put on his boots, and that his friends are pulling up. What the hell was he doing just sitting on the hay bales? 

You picked up his boots, taking them to him while he was still sitting. He thanked you, sliding them on one at a time. Suddenly, a dirty red Ford pulled up in front of y’all. In there, you estimated that there were seven people in the truck. I suppose these people don’t give a fuck about their lives.

“Tanner! What’s taking you so long! Hop yo’ ass in the back!” The driver yelled, throwing a beer at Tanner’s chest. 

“And bring that piece of ass with ya!” Then there was a series of laughter and screaming. You groaned out loud, Why am I put in this situation?! You thought your scowl spoke for itself. Knowing how Tanner is and now his friends, you felt as though you threw yourself into a pit of disgusting country bumpkins. Speaking of Tanner, you felt Tanner’s callous hand on your back, bringing you back to your tranquility. 

“Ignore them, they're just being dicks.” He consoled you. One of the only times he’s been serious. You were a little regretful of believing he would egg on his friends. 

He hops into the truck’s trunk. When he was in, he opened the trunk’s gate, pulling you onto his lap. For a moment, the two of you exchanged silent stares, and the ruby blush had dusted his cheeks. You had forgotten that twenty minutes ago, he was crying because you caught him naked in a barn. 

It wasn't until, without warning, the guy on the steering wheel had pressed the gas pedal, causing you to accidentally fall on top of Tanner. Your tooth scratched his bottom lip, causing a gash that wasn’t too serious to postpone the event(not like y’all could leave now). Luckily, Tanner had some tissue on him. Of course, he did. 

The girl that was sitting in front of you inside of the truck had opened the truck’s back window, showing her face. She had freckles that dusted her cheeks, nose, and forehead. Her brunette hair was tied in a bun by a green ribbon. She had extended her arm out of the window to introduce herself. 

“Hi, there stranger, my name’s Leticia.” You took her hand, shaking it. “Y/n, nice to meet you.” 

“Are you Tanner’s girlfriend?” She asks, causing the boy right next to her to turn and look at you. 

“Um, it’s complicated,” you said. And honestly, it was complicated. First, you were jerking him off, now you’re saying you will never get close to him. How complicated can you get?

“Ah, I see, well, have fun back there, don’t go too crazy.” She says, closing the window.

“Tanner, are you okay, hon?” You noticed he was still dabbing the napkin against his lip. You took it out of his hand, pressing hard on his lip. 

“Honey, you’re gonna have to press down on it to give it some pressure. It’ll stop the bleeding.” 

“Y/n, what do you mean by it’s complicated?” His voice has softened, yet he sounds confused. 

“I just…I don’t know. Do I like this thing we’re doing, or not?”  

“Well, I like you. And I want you to know what you want, 'cause I already know.” He says, holding onto your waist, not to touch you, but to keep you secure when his friend hits a bump on the road.

“Are you patient?” You asked.

“No, not really.” He replies with no thought. 

“Just give me a few days, when I see you again, I’ll let you know.”

——————-

The guy on the steering wheel stops by a local restaurant. And good for you, because your appetite has come back. You were hoping the establishment would have tap pay because you left your wallet in your room. When you entered, and asked the waiter, they told you no. 

Tanner heard(of course) and offered to pay for your food. You thanked him, offering to pay him back when you got home, but he refused. Saying you were okay and that he was okay with you. Okay? You would come to find out that, out of everyone in Tanner’s entourage, including you, you were the only one legally allowed to drink. You and another guy, who was allergic to alcohol. Bummer. So you were bombarded all night by his bitch of friends to buy drinks. If you declined, you weren't gonna go to jail tonight, tomorrow, or ever! 

You suppose this was going to be your dinner. A medium rare burger with steak fries and a Modelo. Something you weren’t expecting or proud of but didn’t care. You were still disgusted by Tanner’s friends. How could someone hang out with such vile, detestable people? The girl who looked like Wendy's mascot agreed with your resentment.

“Sure, Tanner seems like an independent guy,” she continued, drinking her mocktail, “but in reality, he’s kind of a pushover.“

“Oh?” That was all you said; you sat there and allowed her to talk. Talk about how dependent and docile he could be. You weren’t aware of how shy-natured he was, being that he normally bothers you a lot. The girl, whose name was Dana, would tell you about how much of a loner your Tanner was. Often ditched his friends to go play with his animals at the FFA club (Future Farmers of America). 

He was kind of a mama’s boy before being introduced to you and your streams. No wonder why Amelia never scolded him. He had her wrapped around his fingers. He knew how kindhearted she was so whenever Dale would lecture him, she would be at his rescue. This was something that was said by Dana, 

a girl who, besides you, was the only girl Tanner had invited to his house. The result of conservative parenting and losing interest in other girls.

“Really?” 

“Yeah, and he doesn’t “have time” for girlfriend stuff. He would be too busy talking about some Twitch Streamer or whatever.” You. He would talk about you to his friends? Though you were a little weirded out, even cringing, you were also flattered. You so enamored him that he rejected the idea of spending time with his friends and having relationships. It reminded you of what Elizabeth said the first night you came over. 

“He’s too shy around people.” Or does he purposefully push people away because he thinks you would show up in his life (which you did) unannounced and offer to be his girlfriend? Yeah, sure. Any possibilities could be right, and it intrigued you. What would a boy from the country want with a city girl, so badly, that he pushes people away for your attention? And if you hadn’t met him on the side of the road, would you still be brought to his life, or would he come to you? Like a hungry, lonesome tiger traveling thousands of miles for his tigress? You wouldn’t know for long.

After the get-together ended, it was time for y’all to head back. The guy who drove you and Tanner back home thanked you for having Tanner quote one quote, “come out of his shell again.” You didn’t care about what else he was talking about. He claimed that Tanner would lock you down one day, or he would put a ring on your finger before the year ends. Just utter bullshit from someone who called you a “piece of ass” hours ago. You wouldn’t let that go, and honestly, why would you?

Tanner unlocks his house door, allowing you in first. “Hey, we’re back!” Tanner called, “Hey!” He called some more. Something had caught your eye. It was a note on the foyer table. You picked it up, “Hey y’all, we’ll be out for a few hours. Our church is having a food drive. Dinner’s on the stove. Be back at 8! Love, Mom.” You recite. 

“So, I guess we’re alone for a few hours,” Tanner says, walking in front of you. Removing his hat, ran his fingers through his wavy hair, and he then turned to look at you, only you were gone. You had entered your room while he was feeling himself. It was late, and you just wanted to turn in, still full from dinner. Though he was somewhat content to have time with his friends, he wanted to spend the rest of the night with you. 

Meanwhile, you heard a knock on the door. You opened it. Tanner wraps his arms around you. You could feel his warmth, the sweat that he worked up from roughhousing with his friends. It took you a second to notice that you were being pushed away from your door. Hands-on your ass, you were lifted into the air. Taken to your bed, gently laying you down. He got on top of you, removing his t-shirt to wipe his sweat off his face with said shirt. 

“I miss you,” he whispered.

“Tanner, what’s up with you? You’ve seen me all day.” You asked, a teasing tone in your voice. This has become pretty common for Tanner to hold you as if you were his but never has he picked you up and placed you on the bed. You wanted to believe he was teasing you again, but you knew good and well what was up, especially when he allowed his fingers to caress your cheeks. Or when his thigh pushed your dress up, remaining against your clothed vagina. 

“I want you, I can’t wait any longer, I need you, Y/n.” he groaned, his thumb caressing your cheek, rubbing it oh-so gently.  

“Tanner, what if your family comes back?” you asked, genuinely concerned. You didn't want his loving family to walk in on y’all having sex, or whatever y’all were inching to do. Tanner got up from the bed. He walked to the door, locking the door knob so no one would open it. 

    “It’s fine, no one will know, this is between us and the four walls only.” He came back to his spot on the bed, taking your arms and hovering them above your head. He had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants before getting up to pull them off. 

When he was only in his boxers, the ones that hugged his ass and dick so pleasingly, he noticed you sitting up to look at his goods. “You have a nice body, have you noticed that?” you ask.

He chuckled, and you knew how shy he was getting. His little celebrity crush told him he looked good. He was eating it up. Just like he will be eating you up. You volunteered to pull your panties down for him, yet he was quick to take them off, almost like a hungry, horny vampire. “Be patient, honey,” you spoke with a sweet saccharine tone. So he would pull them down with patience. Then he would start devouring. 

When his lips made contact with your clit, you nearly jolted from the touch. Closing your legs as a response. Tanner pried them open with his man hands to continue. Something in you made you feel embarrassed for your reaction, and he would remind you of that later. 

As his lips found your swollen bean, kissing it with aching tenderness before sucking it into the heat of his mouth, a shudder rippled through you. His tongue worked in slow, deliberate circles, each flick sending sparks down your spine. You couldn’t help but grind against his face, chasing the pleasure he coaxed from you with every hungry pull of his mouth, every teasing swirl of his tongue. Your fingers tangled in his messy hair, anchoring yourself as your hips moved in rhythm with his touch, desperate and raw, needing more. 

Every touch felt like heaven. You felt hot and steamy from this man’s foreplay. And it had you thinking, maybe you should soften up to him. Not because he’s so good at oral, but because he’s the only guy that cares. Of course, he could be love bombing you at this moment to keep you close, but who knows? All that mattered was the thick pink fingers he was shoving inside of you. One at a time, he prodded his index and middle fingers into your vagina. Slowly teasing you. 

Look at how he watches you, in the midst of severe feral arousal, he had a caring visage. Like he knows that he should go slow with his girlfriend. You knew that look. Your former boyfriend had that look on the first night, your first night. You belonged to Tanner now, somewhat. And you felt that he would take care of you. Accept it, leaving will cause a stab in your heart and pussy. 

Tanner could feel you coming near to your orgasm, he could hear it in your voice as well. So he picked up the pace, both with his tongue flicking your pearl and his now slimy fingers going faster and faster on your poor girl. He licked the sensitive part of your pearl, then you orgasmed. Your face had contorted from his pleasure, mouth wide open as you screamed. Your jaw is throbbing from keeping it open too long. When you were finishing moaning, he was about to leave your mouth when you forced him back, making him lick once more as you rode out your high. Now, you were done. And now you can let go of him. 

As he got up from the floor, he laughed. Oh, so everything is a joke now? “What’s so funny?” You asked, sitting up from your position. He didn’t respond, only climbing into bed gently to not cause himself to cum. From the looks of it, he looks like he was close to cumming his damn self. He sat on your hips, still rubbing himself. You stayed silent so you could hear his whimpers. He was killing you, JUST PUT IT IN NOW! Your horny side cried. 

“Don’t move,” You spoke, rummaging through your purse to find a nearly old condom. You noticed he had scowled at the packaged rubber before fixing his face to let you know he was ready. “I’ll put it on,” you said, tearing it open with your manicured nails. You shoved it on his thick, pink shaft, and already, he was leaking precum. He had covered his mouth as he moaned. Oh hell no. 

“You were laughing b’fore, what’s wrong now?” You teased, smacking your hand against his cock, causing him to gasp(and nearly cum in his draws.) He had pushed you back against the covers, resting his hand in yours, interlocking them. “Now, why would you do that, baby? Playing with me like that?” Without you knowing, he had perfectly lined his cock. Slowly allowing his cock to kiss your lips. He gently held your jaw, moving your face so you could look him straight in the eyes as he fucked you. When he slid his cock deep insdie of you, you groaned. Groaned from the abrupt feeling of cock entering you for the first time in forever. And so it begins. 

You grind against the rhythm of his cock inside of you. Your legs wrap around his waist, one hand still interlocked with his, while the other finds solace against his neck. Your eyes cast a spell on him, causing him to feel queasy and nervous. You felt his stare becoming intimidating, and you told him to stop. “But who can I lay my eyes on? Who, when that minxy face of yours that makes me want to cum. You are so beautiful, baby.” He sighed, licking your jawline. You would’ve puked on his face from his freakish behavior, but at that moment, you could sense your endorphins rushing. 

Tanner rests his head against your forehead, he allows his fingers to intertwine with yours again. Touching you gave him some solace, knowing it was genuine, and it was you with whom he was making love. “You’re so beautiful, you make me happy, baby.” He whimpered, like a virgin who was making love to the girl of his dreams. Oh wait.

“You sound like a virgin, but keep it up, I love this from you.” You teased, running your nails against his back. Tanner would lean towards your ear, “It’s because I am,” he laughs, turning you around and picking up the pace. Everything was fast-paced. You were hoping he would get the memo and calm his ass down. 

“I love how smart you are, my Y/n. It’s like you read me like a book-ah.” He was pounding roughly into your pussy. You were out of breath from him yanking your arms and pussy pounding you. He had to stop. 

“Ta-TANNER, baby, I need you to slow down. This doesn’t feel right.” You stammered, and he slowed down. Lying on your back in the process. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he sounded so artificial right now. Suddenly, you could feel his bear hands grasp your breasts, your swollen nipples being pinched between his index and middle fingers. “I will go slow, for you.” You could feel his hip pressed against your ass. His cock penetrating your vagina as you cried. You could’ve cum right away, the way he was manhandling you still but with a gentle force, your wanted to right now.

“Tanner, Tanner…Ah~” You cried, he moved your head to the side, making you try to look at him. “I’ve always wanted to have you as mine, Y/n. The things I have done and will continue to do for your love.” Now you were scared, but your speeding orgasm was taking over your fear. 

“I love how determined you are to have me…fuck.” You groaned, he continued. Your breath fanning your face. His starving behavior forces the orgasm out of you. He felt your pussy tighten up, fluttering around his cock. He loved the way your spongy cervix kissed his red tip. He adored it, prodding back and forth into you just to feel you. Lying on your soft back, he rested his hot head against your face. You were obsessed with hearing his cock pound you, the plopping sound from your wet juices permeating his clothed cock. Your fingers clawed the comforter that you would sleep on later (Not at all). His breathy moans hit your face, causing you to sweat. And before long, you could feel yourself come undone to his pleasure. He moaned low in his chest, his back aching from leaning on you for too long. 

“I love you, my Y/n.” He cried. You thought he was teasing you; however, you also fell victim to the orgasmic thoughts. “I-I love you too, honey. You and your gorgeous ass. Please get off of me?” You moaned, feeling the extra 230 pounds leave your back. You sigh in relief, getting up from the bed finally breathe naturally. And of course, Tanner wraps his arms around you. Pulling you into his embrace. He kissed your cheek before taking your jaw and kissing your lips. You moaned into his mouth, accidentally allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. His hand cups your right breast, the other spreading your legs open so he could tease your vagina again. His fingers played with your wetness, allowing you to leak on the bed. 

You were so close, so close to having another orgasm, until you heard the front door open. “Fuck!”

“KIDS! WE’RE HOME!” Amelia called, “Mama, they’re probably asleep.” You heard Elizabeth, then some more hushed conversations before the door was slammed shut. You assumed it was from Dale. 

“Let’s stop,” You whisper, removing his hands from your body. “We have to go to bed.” 

“Well, you can’t sleep in with this comforter. There’s one in the linen closet, but we should bathe.” Tanner responds in a whisper. He took his fingers and sucked on them, suckling and licking on each digit as you watched him in disgust. Though you could feel your clitorus twitching from his slutty behavior. 

Now you must take a bath. 

Meanwhile:

Tanner when his longtime crush gives him some pum pum :

[emobirthdaycake]

good morning, afternoon, or evening wherever you are!

Hes back.

And I made yall a shirt

Enjoy your freak, I'm drawing more stuff as we speak.

Tanner Taglist: @maruniee, @samscowboyhat, and @washingtonwerewolf

Come get ur man, he's asking for manicure money.

[diddgery]

realizing i never posted this tanner version of the "aw little guy" meme so here it is featuring her before and after her eyes got weird

[loveundrwrld]

omg hiiiii i love ur writing smm <33 could i ask for a scenario of tanner x male reader where reader was super shy when he was bullied but years later tanner finds out he's somehow become a badass gang leader who wouldn't hesitate to beat his ex-bully up... i wonder what tanner's reaction would be to that hehe

also can i be 💖 anon? once again thank u <33

how sweet of you to say, thank you!! and to both your questions- yes, you may :) 💖 anon you shall be!

i will say, in his intro, seeing his darling act so reclusive and anxious after high school was what triggered him to rethink his actions- he wouldn't be quite as submissive towards him at first with his darling if he didn't go through that revelation. so tanner is a bit bitchy here since the "why is y/n acting like that"-> "oh no i've hurt him bad haven't i"-> "i'm in LOVE with him" process hasn't happened here.

thus, tanner is still in denial here :p and not as patient with his darling as he typically is

---

yandere ex-bully x gang leader male reader

(cws: violence (not against reader), organized crime, bullying, yandere is victim blaming, stalking)

tanner thought about you more often than he would ever care to admit. the shy, nervous boy he met in school who would cower from him like a scared puppy. something about you just made his hackles rise- he felt strange every time he'd seen you mumble and blush around him.

the strange feeling was annoyance, surely. you had been asking for attention, looking and acting the way that you did. you were always so shy and deferential around other people, always going along with being the butt of the joke. it was only natural that you were picked on a little.

but he'd matured since high school. he knew that bothering people and playing pranks on them was immature, no matter if you were basically asking for it. and if he'd seen you now he's sure you two would be polite and civil. you'd simply laugh and agree with him that he was a dick, and then you two could be best friends.

... or something. it wasn't like he thought about what meeting you again would be like.

and it was normal for people that went to the same high school to want to be curious about what their fellow past classmates had been up to, so he'd done some simple digging on you out of curiousity. nothing out of the ordinary. but you'd seem to have gone completely off the map, he'd not been able to find anything about you.

he was agitated that he couldn't learn more. he was worried for your safety, was all. i mean, you never posted anything online. for all he knew you could be dying or something. it was natural that he'd feel anxious right now.

but, he simply had to give up. he'd been trying to approach it from different angles, but he'd accepted that he'd reached a dead end.

except... until now. he was idly slouched over on the couch in front of his television, the news on as background noise. then, he perked up when he saw a familiar face come up on the screen.

it was your face that was glaring into the camera with a look of pure hatred, one that you certainly didn't have when he knew you.

good lord, what the hell happened to you?

"suspected gang activity in eastcliff- residents beware," the graphic read at the bottom of the screen.

he rushed to his laptop, wanting to check the arrest records for your shared state. he hadn't even considered this when he was looking up where you had been, it would have never have occurred to him that you would have gotten yourself in that much trouble.

and once the full report had loaded up? yes, it seemed that you actually were a criminal. you were arrested on a few charges but they got mysteriously dropped due to "unforeseen circumstances."

you hadn't been convicted of any felony charges yet, but he could tell that you were indeed involved in organized crime... somehow. and quite awfully high up in it, if you had corrupt police officers helping you escape any justice at all. it would have seemed like a laughable idea to him before, but he couldn't argue with what was right in front of him.

tanner scrunched his face up, his mind feeling blank from shock. how could this have happened? how could someone like you end up with such an... exciting life? how could you have turned out even more dangerous than him? his mouth felt dry, as a sense of bitterness seeped into him.

he didn't even know how to see what you were up to, to see why you turned out the way you did. surely you must have been forced into it. you couldn't have changed so much so fast otherwise. you were just a puppet with a nice face for the real people on top, obviously.

he felt a bit of bitter agitation, and tapped his leg as he thought. he couldn't live his whole life in mystery. he needed to know more about you.

there was one thing he could try...

---

it seems that his gambit to getting information about you had got your attention.

though, nothing could have prepared him from seeing you in front of him. you glared at him fiercely, your face so close to his that he felt your hot breath on his skin.

the eyes that used to be wide and quivering when you were younger were now narrowed and sharp. all he could see was the ice cold rage on your face. it was disorienting, to you someone shift into such a completely different person that you were nearly unrecognizable.

from a little puppy of a boy... to a fearsome wolf.

"of all the things you could do, tanner, you called my mother? don't you dare fuck with her," you growled at him, tugging hard at his shirt.

since when did you get balls? he felt that bubbling uneasy feeling he used to get whenever you were around him... only this time, it was stronger. he didn't like how this new you was effecting him.

you seemed much more dangerous than he was... and he didn't like it. wasn't it him who used to intimidate you? whatever happened to that?

he tried to laugh back at you, trying to stuff away any strange urges his brain was throwing at him.

"oh, come on- y/n, fuck with her? you're acting like i was trying to hurt her or something. i just called her. listen i know i was kind of a dick but really, you're making me out as the bad guy here and-"

you clocked him, hard on his temple. tanner stopped rambling and let out a small groan, the sharp throbbing pain causing him to fall down to one knee.

he opened his mouth to talk, but before he could say anything, you were already leaning down in his face.

"i don't want to hear from you ever again, you piece of shit. don't call or talk to me or my mother if you want all of your limbs intact. you may not know this, but i'm a big deal around here now. do not fuck with me," you say, your voice thick with anger.

for some reason... it felt like sparks and butterflies were running through him. something snapped inside his brain, connecting things. it occurred to him sudden why he had always felt so strange about you, why he was so obsessed with you.

you were hot. and this new you? strangely, he didn't dislike it at all.

"... got it," he said, breathily.

though, he didn't intend on keeping his promise.

[gusisayapper]

I said I would post August Redding’s lore here so uhhh here you go!!!

August Redding.

BRIEF OC LORE!!! NOT WELL WRITTEN AND NOT A FIC.

!TW: addiction, parental abandonment, depression, serial killers, forced tattoos, engraving into skin, attempted suicide, attempted murder of a child, loss of an eye, stabbing, war!

I was five when my mother left. Father told me that she’d gone away for a bit. I knew she was gone and wasn’t coming back. I was eight when my father started seeing a new woman. She had blonde hair and fair skin and the brightest blue eyes. I was nine when they told me I would have a new little brother. My father looked far too excited. Hungry, even. I was ten when my little brother Dean was born. He was small and blonde and was born with a bright smile. I swore I would protect him, or at least I would try. He had been cursed with our father’s last name. Redding. I thought with disgust.

He was just a little boy. He didn’t deserve to be tethered to our “father” like that.

I was thirteen when my stepmother left. Dean was three. I’d been foolish enough to think my father killed her. I was thirteen when I first started caring for Dean. He is just a little boy who needs my protection. Father wanted to make Dean watch him slide the knife along his women’s throats. To make him help. I argued with that. I told him that we could make a deal, I would help him kill these women if he would just leave Dean alone for at least a little while longer.

I was thirteen when Daniel took me to the back shed where he had a woman tied with black rope. He pushed me in, told me what I had to do and left to heat up the cattle brand. I told the girl how I didn’t want to do this, she begged and cried for me not to do it, but I couldn’t. His blood was buried deep in my veins. Like the brand in her chest. She screamed around the cloth gag in her mouth. Dean was asleep in the basement, curled in a wooden cot with a blue blanket around him. I sat in the corner while he cut her. He did horrible things to her. He cut her and hung her. I did nothing but watch. Dean was safe. That’s all that matters.

Every time he had a new woman. I would watch. Sometimes he would make me help. I knew that one day, he would try and give this job to Dean. But I knew that when that day came, I wouldn’t let him.

I was fourteen when I took over. The bills, the protection, the meals, everything. When Daniel would take women to the shed, screaming, begging for his brand not to be sunk into their skin, I’d take Dean to the basement and play him piano. He loved it. “Again!” He would say cheerfully as he moved in my lap. I would hold his hands to mine as I played beautiful melodies. I’d hum those very songs to allow Dean back to sleep in my arms until I knew it was safe to go back upstairs.

Dean wasn’t an overly difficult child. He wasn’t loud or too energetic, he wasn’t that hard to care for. But it was still hard to take care of a child when you’re a teenager who has school and a serial killer father. School, my safe space became the space where I yearned to get home, to make sure Dean was safe. I didn’t trust my father, Daniel, to keep Dean safe. For all I knew, Dean was at the receiving end of one of my father’s cruelest “punishments” oh how I begged for that not to be true.

I was fifteen when he started cutting me. Dean, sweet little Dean, had accidentally knocked a smoke tray, it shattered and Daniel got pissed. He grabbed Dean’s arm, the poor boy looked scared shitless. In a moment of absolute stupidity, I yelled “Don’t touch him, you old bastard! I’ll take the fall. You touch him, I cut your hands off.” Daniel masked his emotions well. He pushed Dean away from him and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up the stairs that led to the attic. He shoved me onto the small platform and pressed a knee to my chest. A gleaming knife came from behind his back. I knew what he would do with it. He trained the knife over my skin, cut my clothes and skin. My face, my limbs, my torso and before I knew it, I was soaked in my own blood.

It was a few hours after when Dean came into the bathroom where I was washing the blood off myself while on the phone to my mate Tanner. It was hard for even Dean to look innocent while holding a large kitchen knife. He raised the knife to his collarbone and sliced himself open. “See, Gus? It doesn’t hurt that bad!” He said cheerfully, trying to smile through the pain. I stared in horror before putting him on the counter and wiping the blood from his little body.

I was fifteen when he ruined me even more. He ripped my white shirt off and pushed me onto my stomach. He carved his favourite words into my shoulder blades. “Bind them. Brand them. Cut them. Hang them.” Into my skin. Over and over until it was permanently scarred.

I was sixteen when the cuts turned to scars fully. Where the blade of my father’s knife had once trailed over my body, leaving deep, jagged cuts now laid pale, raised scar tissue. Even the words. I am a scarred man. I am a ruined man.

I was seventeen when I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d taken a lot of pills. I’d done everything to make it 100% sure that I wouldn’t wake up in the morning. That’s when Dean came in, innocent faced, asking to sleep in my bed because Daniel had taken another girl to the shed and there was screaming. He was scared and so was I. I couldn’t let him wake up to find his older brother dead, could I? I stayed up all night, forcing myself to throw the pills up while humming Dean back to sleep when he woke up. He wouldn’t have a dead brother. I wouldn’t let him suffer that much.

I was eighteen when I got my tattoo. The second I turned eighteen, Daniel shoved me into the car, he was smiling. I didn’t know where we were going but I knew better than to question him. He drove me to a tattoo parlour. I knew what was coming next. “My son would like a tattoo.” He smiled through the whole thing and watched as the needle sunk into my skin. Over and over again until the perfect words “Bind them. Brand them. Cut them. Hang them.” Were forever engraved into my skin. My shoulder forever scarred. Forever ruined.

I was eighteen when I had the worst episode of my life. I don’t know what happened. Dean needed to be safe. I knew that much. He was a little boy in need of protection. Not mine. The comfort of the shawl I would wrap his small body in. The comfort and peace of my knife, he would be safe. He needed to be far from this world. It wouldn’t be violent. Maybe I would drug him. My boy. I snapped out of it and shook the pills into my hand, swallowing them dry. I would never hurt him.

I was eighteen when my teachers started saying that I had a future, that I was brilliant. I don’t know why. I’d taken Dean to their classes many times, an eight year old boy sat under my desk while quietly staring up at me.

I was nineteen when I came home from a weekend out of town with Tanner, Veronica and Scarlett. I’d trusted Daniel for a moment to not make Dean go through the horrors I’d gone through. I sat at the dinner table, pushing a bowl of pumpkin soup in front of Dean. He was being very quiet. “Dean. Daniel. Whay did you two get up to while I was gone?” I tried for a sweet voice, I really did. Dean laced his little fingers together. “We had some fun.” Daniel said with a wicked smile. “Dean helped Daddy with his “hobby.” Isn’t that right, Dean-o?” He said, his voice too smooth that it sent shivers down my spine. “You made him help. You sick son of a bitch.” I said, slamming my hands on the table, making both the bowls and Dean jump. “No. He only watched. He won’t help. Not yet. Not until he’s ready.” Daniel laughed. He fucking laughed. I told Dean to get to his room, and when he did, I tried to cut off Daniel’s hands. I wanted to shove them down his sick throat.

I was twenty when I got accepted to college and twenty-three when I dropped out. I couldn’t manage being a full time student and take care of a teenage boy at the same time. I was a year away from getting my degree but it was just too hard. I’d finally done it. Made a life for myself and watched it drip down the drain. Good one, August. Maybe I could do something without my degree. No FBI for me. Maybe the military would be of better interest.

I was twenty-four when I said goodbye to Dean. I tossed my backpack over one shoulder and kissed his nose. Judd waited outside the airport for him. “Behave for Judd, okay? Be nice to the other naturals and live your life for me, alright?” I’d whispered, I don’t know if he heard me but he nodded and wiped his eyes with his fist. It was hard to let go to everything you’ve known. I knew that.

I was twenty-five when I was promoted to General. So quick, I know. I had a troop to command. To lead. A new family of broken people seeking refuge in the army. I was given the title “General Redding” not August Redding. Not “His” son. Redding would be in control. No one would die from his hands anymore.

I was twenty-six when we were deployed to Afghanistan. I knew, I knew I would never see Dean again. I was stepping into an actual Warzone. I saw teenagers gagging at the thought of the bloodshed. I’d had women die at my hands. I wasn’t all that thrilled to be doing it again. But I’d do what it takes to get back to my boy.

I was twenty-six when they took my eye. Deep in the war, I’d been shot multiple times but I had a young female soldier over my shoulder, trying to carry her to safety, to the medics. They’d shot me in the face, I could practically feel the bullet lodged somewhere near in my eyebrow. I placed the pretty red head down near the medics. Then he grabbed me. Dean. He grabbed my face, pulling me into the tent, laying me on the dirt and tending to my many wounds. I reached up to touch his face. “Dean? I knew I would see you again.” I smiled. Dean smiled sadly down at me. “Sir, I’m not him.” His smile flickered. That wasn’t Dean. It was some other boy. A younger soldier. Then he was Dean again. “Dean. My boy.” Dean wrapped and bandaged me. Covered my eye in a patch.

I was twenty-seven when the war came to a somewhat close. I could go home. To real Dean. To Tanner. To Veronica. To Judd. To the life I’d known. No, not anymore. The life I’d lived. They were my lifeline, Daniel was a chapter, they were my whole story.

I was twenty-seven when I saw them again. I watched from afar. My Dean-o had grown tall, he was a man now. How he acted with the other Naturals. He was a good kid, always and forever. He had his arm wrapped around a pretty ginger girl’s waist. She had the same face as the one I’d saved the day I lost my eye.

I was twenty-eight when I manned-up and went on a case. My unit stationed at a casino, guarding the doors. Dean checked in to the hotel above. I watched him. He didn’t see me until his friends snuck down to the casino. I held both of my guns and my hunting knife close, ready to spring on any threat. That’s when Dean saw me. We locked eyes, he knew, I saw the recognition spark and I had no doubt he saw mine. His friend got to me first. A little black hair-ed thing. “You need to leave, now.” She ordered, I raised an eyebrow, the one I still had. “Pardon?” “You heard me. You look far too much like-“ “Daniel Redding.” I finished her sentence and she looked stunned. Before she could speak again, Dean was buried in my arms, my military uniform soaked through with his tears.

I was thirty when I got my life together. My brother, my husband, my friends. Everything was perfect. But I’m not. Im broken and shattered and tired. I want the release and peace of death still sometimes. But it’s a calm buzzing in my mind now, like a bee. Not like the rustle of a city.