#see y'all tomorrow :'D

[fuzzypuppybuddie]

I know shadow isn't supposed to live in the cave... but If he does- Even if it's just an usual place where he goes to look at the pretty bright paintings wanting for nightfall to finally see the stars (Headcanon)

That just makes that one 'Mech Suits Me' scene so funny- Because they didn't just luckily found valuable items all together in record time:

That's just Shadow's Stuff

[a-cakehound-or-critter-a-day]

8/16/2024 furball pup going "bwuh???"

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Dancing with the devil...

@estelletheskeleton forgot to add this here but here you go >:Dc

[theboredbori]

Wake up gomens fans, the five days of Christmas (ish) are upon you >:)

That's my way of saying hi, I'm incredibly happy to share with you guys my first ever participation in a Big Bang, illustrating @snarky-synesthete 's wonderful fic Re-Canonized which you can check out by clicking on the title, in my completely unbiased opinion it's amazing and everyone should read it at least 3 times for good luck :D

First two chapters are up now, with 4 more chapters to come in the next 4 days, so be on the lookout for that 👀👀 I may or may not have made one illustration per chapter so, yknow 👀👀👀

Here's some close ups of the chapter 1 and 2 illustrations bc honestly I kinda peaked with that first one, nothing I do will ever top their angelic forms I think :D

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH THEY'RE DANCINGGGG :'DDDD

STOPPPP THEY'RE SO SWEEEET 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Everyone looks so sweet and happy :')))

Awww hi Judd <33

It's okay honey, it's rough :'((

Yeahh honey I know, that's rough 😭😭❤️🥺

Exactly, you don't know anything yet <3

Grace is so perfect, and great at getting him back in it and keeping him grounded <33 I love her and him and them so much <3333

Yeah lol, calm down a bit on the towel business Judd xD

Just dance :'))

His suit is still very iconic btw

And Grace's hair is beautiful 🥰

Awww hey y'all :D

Lol, sillies 🥰🥰

Nope he means wedding :OO

OOP DANG O.O

YEP LOL

The way he said it was very blunt xD like the tone

Awww spin :'))

Oop?

LOL

Do it guys lol, go for it xD!

(tossing a bouquet)

Awww Owen :'(( :')

Ahhh, looking at TK and Carlos but then to Robert and his wife as well, and their daughters :'))

Awww <3

Lol :')

Earlier I saw her and was like huh xD oh right they're kinda dating lol

Aww glad she's checking up on him ,|

LOL YMCA XDDD

Realll though my at dances xD

Gotta save it for the line dances, and take breaks during the slow dances lol

Oh of course, no other way to do it xD well there is but yk lol

Like landing a plane XDDD

Yeah, they are :'))

Oop o.o

Ohh nooo :'((( ❤️❤️❤️💔😭

It sucks but I do see why :(( 😭 <33

Awww <333

It is a pretty great memory though :'))

AYYY yeah this is a good song for dances :D

I wanna go to a wedding 😌

They seem so fun lol

AWWWW look at them all :'D

LOL Iris and TK :')) twirling around <333 they're gonna be such good besties

That guy int he white suit is eating it up xD

Awww Carlos and Andrea 🥰🥰❤️❤️😭 :')))

Awwww 😭❤️❤️❤️

Awww she's good :'))) that's good <3333 I'm so glad

AAAAHHHHHH yes literally 😭😭❤️🥰👏👏 the best night of his life :'))

Oop :o :D

LOL Paul yelling "TOMMYY" xD

TK joining Carlos 🥰

"By a certain paramedic *TK*" DANG girl did not even hesitate 💀 XDD

Lol his little throwing up of his hand xD :')

AWWW him cuddling Carlos's arm 😭 stoppp I'm not okay, they better be so clingy during and after this (the wedding) x'D

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AWWW W H A T 😭😭😭😭😭😭💔🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️

Awwww everyone's faces :'(( :') 😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺💔❤️

"This is from your husband" AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :'DDDD 😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

GUYS THEY'RE ACTUALLY MARRIED :')))

:OOOO B E I N G A L I V E????!!?!?

. . . this song was on glee-

XDD that's just a thing I say lol

But I also distinctly remember thinking that, if not in the humourous way I tend to say it, when I first saw this lol

Anyway, back to pretending I haven't seen it xD

Awww TK already looking so emotional 😭

GOSH this song is so perfect for them <333

And they DESERVED such a dramatic and beautiful song honestly <3333

Tarlos, but everyone and the whole show, really <333.

:'OO! Tommy's voice is BEAUTIFUL by the way <333

Eat that UPPP girl :'))

:'o Awww taking them to the airport :')) :'(

That pervasive sadness in Owen :'(( it's rough <3

That kiss, and the hug with his girls, is emotional and they don't even know why 😭😭💔❤️🥺 <333

This is gonna hurt them, even if he believes he's sparing them from whatever xd it will be a different kind

Awww look at them all :')))

Nancy and Mateo <3333 so cute

Awww Paul and Asha :'DDD they're so beautiful <333

Also Carlos's sisters and their husbands (who don't get seats or faces lol /lh), it must be so sweet for them to see :')) like Carlos getting married I mean

AAHHHH my boysss 😭😭 <333

Clinging to each other :')) 😭🥺❤️

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH THEIR HONEYMOONNNN :'DDDD

THEY'RE ON THEIR HONEYMOON Y'ALL 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰!!!! FINALLYYYY!!!

YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND :'DDDD 😭😭😭😭❤️🥰🥰🥰🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥰🥰!!! THEY FINALLY MADE IT X'D :'DDD!!! WHOOOO YEAHH YAYY :'DD :'))

They're so cute 😭😭😭❤️ <333

I love them so much 🥰

Happy for them :'))

AWWW putting Charlie next to Wyatt :'))

Lol and they both have their blocks <33

Ahh but see the TV as a compromise :'))

Maybe not on purpose meaning that but TK me <33

Robert's family <333

And tarlos still clinging to each other :'))

And Marjan and her man (Yusuf is it? I believe :'D) :')) <333 adorableee

And Owen :')) ❤️

Tommy is EATINGGG this by the way ❤️😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️🥺💔🥰

Such a good song <33

It would be Gwyn's favorite :')) she has good taste <33

AWWW them 😭😭🥺💔

Gosh :'((( :')

Yeah, at least they got to know each other a bit <3333

It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all <3

Yeah, definitely not ready xdd

"Big brother" :'(( no one should have to bury their younger sibling

It just sucks :'(( D':

AWWW themmm :')) 🥺

Holding Andrea's hand 😭😭😭🥺❤️💔

And TK and Carlos are in it together <333 even if Carlos is the one holding her hand :') they both mean it <3

Awwww Tommy looking at Trevor :'D

Tommy's so beautiful :'))

It's rough but I'm so glad they're all happy <333

As happy as they can be in this life :')))

AWW AAHH AYYYY Wyatt stacking blocks :'DDD good for him <333

It also probably helps that they have a little more of a purpose, being with Charlie :'))

Awww they look so happy 🥰🥰 they are :'D I'm so happy for him and them <333

Oh no 😭😭💔 :'((

Gosh <333

Goodbye, Robert :'((

TK'S TEARS 😭😭🥺❤️❤️❤️

Owen taking the mask off 😭😭 :'(

Tommy you absolutely ate that up :'))) she did such an amazing job <333

Especially as TK's second mother 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰

Awww :'))

Thank you Tommy <33

Oof :(

That's just so rough

I'm so sorry Owen <333

And for his family :'(((

Goodbye, Robert ❤️

The sun coming up :'((

And the silence 😭😭😭

Gosh that's awful

So poignant

OUAGH AND ENDING WITH CALLING 9-1-1

GOSH THAT WAS PERFECT 😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔❤️❤️🥰

Such an amazing end to the season <333

Typed series for a second there lol

But because I was thinking, even though I would want so much more and I'm glad we get at least a bit more, this would be a really amazing ending to the series <333

It's just dramatic and beautiful and emotional enough that it'll be hard to top, and is an iconic moment of the series :') xD

But I'm sure they will <3

Wow. I'm so glad I did this.

It's such an amazing and beautiful episode <333

I'm so glad they're married :'))

And I'm so glad that, in the end, everyone ended up kind of okay :'))

Not perfect, not really even okay, but happy in this crazy world we and they live in

And that's enough :'))

I'm so happy for them <33

And I'm so especially happy for TK and Carlos :'DDD 🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️

HAPPY 0TH/1ST ANNIVERSARY BOYS 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️ :'DDD X'D

Gosh I love them so much :')))

They finally did it <33 they made it :')

All roads lead to the wedding

And they did :')

Hallelujah <3 xD

Thank goodness lol

Gosh

Wow. Amazing

I love this show so much <333.

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat and @clicheantagonist <3

Final snippet from Mercedes and Jacob from that chapter. ♥️ NSFW warning for a scene towards the end.

Minutes ticked by of her lying still until his even breathing signaled he was fast asleep. It was then that she moved his hand away from her waist and quietly got up. It was a ritual. A rule. To never stick around in a mark's embrace once they were out cold. She couldn't help but slip into the old habit as a defense mechanism, especially when Jacob himself still claimed he didn't even like her. On her way out of the bedroom, Mercedes eyed his clothes on the floor, contemplating how his shirt would feel on her skin. She hated the ludicrous thought and how her body was still tingling all over. The sex was good, but not that good to suddenly become an idiot. Instead of grabbing his shirt, she wrapped a blanket around her nude form and wandered back into the kitchen, setting a mental reminder to search the house for anything of interest in the morning when he would be gone. Weapons. Wine. Chocolate. She so craved the latter, yet all she could find earlier was the damn ketchup. 388 days. She sighed, pouring herself another glass of water as she watched the woods outside, imagining walking out and away from Mercy's life. Only to be eaten by one of Jacob's failed animal experiments. Mercedes had no idea how long she had stayed like that, but the next thing she heard were footsteps, the old floorboards alerting her to his approach before hands encircled her middle. "Can't sleep?", Jacob mumbled as he rested his head on top of hers. The simple gesture that was so alien coming from him and in any other situation would be considered sweet to her bore only a promise of danger.

"I woke up craving chocolate.", it was a half-lie, or half-truth, depending on how someone wanted to look at it. "And you found none stashed away.", he guessed. "Sadly." "Come back to bed.", the request was paired with a kiss behind her ear. She shook her head sharply, "Your bed is the couch, Jacob. You just fell asleep before we could talk about it." "I'm not sleeping on the damned couch, Mercedes. You're really gonna try to make me after what happened?" "Well, I won't be either, so I don't know what to tell you. And 'what happened' was nothing." "The bed it is, then.", Jacob said in a final tone, ignoring her denial of the significance of whatever he saw between them as he grasped her hand and led her towards the bedroom. "Goodnight.", he whispered as she found herself back into his arms beneath the covers. Bad idea. It's such a bad idea. She buried her face in his chest, his warmth engulfing her and heating her in the same way the fire had the living room. Casper had asked her many times how she always managed to keep emotions out of the jobs she pulled, and her answer always was, "I simply don't know how to even fall for them, only how to fake it." From experience, she was certain she would never fall for Jacob. That she shouldn't at any cost. Yet for the time being, she decided to allow herself to enjoy his embrace, despite it being as real as the woman she was portraying and maybe even more treacherous than his brother's poisonous words. Yes, we all have a role to play, Jacob. Don't I know that better than anyone else… She couldn't help but wonder what role he had chosen when it came down to her.

Waking up in an unfamiliar place all alone that morning, especially after spending such a long time surrounded by people at the Compound, definitely took Mercedes aback. She turned, finding the spot next to her empty. It was an expected but still somewhat disappointing outcome. Why do I care that he didn't stay? I should be happy he didn't. I am happy, in fact. She tried to convince herself it was for the better Jacob had left without even saying goodbye before she had woken up and that him not being clingy was exactly what she needed. What she wanted as a reaction after their night together. She took a couple of more minutes just to stay in bed, which felt like a luxury in itself after having to rise up at crack of dawn for over an year, sometimes even in the middle of the night if Joseph had decided his flock was in a dire need of a sermon. Why care about my need of beauty sleep? Or the fact that everytime my soul was close to leaving its body so it can escape having to listen to his rambling at such ungodly hours. Eventually, she finally got up, frowning at the destroyed dress that lay on the ground on her way to the bathroom. "Mercy, child, what happened to the white dress.", she mocked Joseph's voice, "Oh, you know, your brother cut it open before fucking me like there's no tomorrow. But enough about me, father.", a laugh escaped her at how he'd react if she even said something like that to him. "And where the hell did my underwear go?", she muttered as she jumped into the shower, noting she only had seen her bra laying on one of the armchairs in the bedroom. Nothing in the bathroom indicated Jacob had taken the time to freshen up before leaving, and in a way, she wasn't surprised. Since she had known him he was always serious, refusing to entertain even a small conversation, completely dedicated to his duties in the region to the point even members of the Project whispered behind his back about how ruthless he was. And yet… he had come with her, spent the night. Just the thought of him had her hand wandering down her stomach in an attempt to mirror his caress. The hot water ran over her aching body, somewhat soothing out the lingering soreness he had left her with as her fingers worked in desperation to bring her release. The second it hit her, she could help but picture Jacob and how things would have gone down if he was there with her. How he'd feel. Certainly better than her hand. "Shame you left. We could have had more fun.", she whispered, setting for washing her hair next and hoping that by the time she was done showering, all thoughts of him would disappear, carried away by the water together with the fact she had touched herself while picturing someone that was essentially the enemy. To her dismay that didn't happen and she did her hardest the ignore the concerning realization as she wrapped a fresh towel around herself and stepped out of the stall. A look in the mirror confirmed she was somewhat back to her old self: she seemed more relaxed than she had felt in a long while, face flushed with a satisfied gleam in her eyes. "Focus on why you're here. It's not for him. It never was.", she warned the woman staring at her, but her smile didn't waiver, "Why are you so happy? The man hates you. He can destroy everything, make your sacrifice pointless if you let this get out of hand. You had your fun, now it's done."

The last part did the job to remind her of her purpose, and she wandered back into the living room in just the towel, a sense of freedom hanging over her, almost as if she was back home in her condo. Being herself, not playing a role. When she came into the kitchen, a note was waiting for her on the table with a chocolate on top of it. "For the dress.", she read his messy writing out loud, "A man of few words, aren't you? Couldn't even bother to sign your name." She would have been lying if she was to say the small act of kindness didn't threaten to chip away at her defenses even a little bit, especially since it meant he had remembered something so mundane she was craving. I've had men at my every beck and call. Had been gifted anything my heart desired for years. And this is what makes me melt? It's beyond amature, naive. Like something Mercy would read too much into. This is not me. After searching the pantry, she miraculously found a couple of forgotten protein bars, and as she ate, her thoughts continued to drift back to Jacob instead of focusing on her plan of action. It didn't take long for her to make up her mind about heading to him again: she still had an official task, a chance to gather intel. She couldn't miss any opportunity to find a weak spot in the Project's defenses. A little visit wouldn't hurt, Joseph told me to keep an eye out after all.

"Praised be the Father on this fine morning, sister.", a familiar Chosen greeted her the second she exited the cabin. A chill hung in the air, and she was glad she had chosen a dress with longer sleeves, one that she suspected wouldn't result in another comparison to Faith. The outfit she had worn the previous day was specially selected for Joseph, an important piece to Mercedes becoming what he wanted to see: sweet, innocent Mercy. The light blue dress she had put on few minutes prior was meant just for Jacob, and she couldn't help but smirk at the idea it would be so easy to undo, sparing him the trouble of getting a knife involved again. Though she didn't intent for a repeat of the night before, quite the opposite: damage control was crucial, she needed to make sure where they stood and ensure the whole thing wouldn't blow back into her face as she doubted Joseph would ever actually punish his brother for straying off his path and instead shift the whole blame onto her, accusing her of seducing the Herald. The goal that day was simply to still appeal to Jacob while keeping him at arm's length, knowing full well he was most likely to drop his guard if he was distracted, a little smitten even. Business as usual. "Isaac, right?", she asked as she closed the front door. "You remembered.", was all the man said in surprise before he made haste for a truck parked out front. She followed close behind, buckling herself in and clutching Joseph's Bible in her lap as the Chosen set off towards St. Francis.

The drive passed in absolute silence to the point that even Isaac's breathing was abnormally quiet, no doubt another thing Jacob had "trained" his men to suppress in fear of angering him with their presence. Walking through the rolls of cages felt just as harrowing as the day before. She couldn't imagine ever being able to stride past the unfortunate souls locked in them and be completely emotionless or not get the urge to let them out, consequences be damned. Yet all of Jacob's men showed no compassion, playing the role he had chosen for them perfectly. How does one just lose their humanity like this? His office was empty again, a new poster hanging in the place of the one she had ripped off previously. "Are you testing me?", she mumbled to herself as Isaac left the room without even sparing her a look, focused on returning to his duties. Seconds later, after tucking the poster out of sight between the couch's cushions, she was staring at a bare wall yet again. She could sense he was baiting her, but she couldn't help but rebel a bit, especially through something he couldn't really go to Joseph with. What would he say? That I'm doodling on his precious posters? Oh, must be a sin.

Hours dragged by in wait, with the occasional footsteps moving past the door but never stopping. The increased traffic outside the room bothered her somewhat, because it gave off the impression something was being prepared when she had found no intel hinting at it. Are you out on the attack you're planning so meticulously, Jacob? Eventually Isaac finally re-emerged, announcing that he would be locking her in per Jacob's orders. What the fuck? The Chosen offered no explanation as he left in a haste before she could even get a question out, the click of the door's lock putting her on edge immediately. Then a haunting song started echoing down the hallways, and it seemed that all hell broke lose with it. Shouting, screams, and the unmistakable sounds of gunshots were all she could hear as she paced around the office, unable to shake off the feeling of helplessness. Mercedes clutched the back of the chair, her mind involuntarily drawing a vivid picture of the carnage that was happening within the Vet Center. Something thumped against the door suddenly, making her tense up in anticipation of danger. Then the handle jiggled, the sound cutting right into her as she faced the fact that the lock was the only thing standing between her and the person on the other side. And I have no place to run. The haunting jiggling persisted, then a body began hitting the door in attempts to break it down until she was sure the lock would give way. It didn't. Gunshots rang out instead, followed by the sound of residing footsteps, reeking of discipline, complete control. The fact that the attempt to break in had ceased so abruptly told her whoever had made it that far and still had the will to fight against their conditioning wasn't amongst the living anymore.

"You wanted me here today? Why?", she breathed out, wishing for the silence to return, for the goddamned song to stop playing on a loop. ♫ Only you. Can make all this world seem right. Only you… ♫ Only you. It was the same title engraved on the inside of the music box she had found yesterday and made it more disturbing he had chosen a love song as a trigger to the start of what he considered training, but only consisted of people needlessly killing each other. Her gaze remained glued to the treeline past the hospital's fence. She was zoning out, picturing she was there instead in attempts to cancel out the chaos when it all went quiet as suddenly as it had started. Yet despite the silence that fell over the hospital, the song was still bouncing around in her mind freely. "Fucking stop it.", she gritted out, unsure how much time had even passed since being locked inside but it sure felt like eternity. Joseph expects me to sit here everyday, be his eyes. Sit around, watch and listen while innocent people die. Mercedes knew she had to find the Militia or anyone that could deliver a message for her as soon as possible. She had to make true on her promise and see her revenge through before losing whatever sanity she had remaining. Still shaken up, she dragged herself back to Jacob's chair, sinking in it while she eyed Joseph's Bible in disdain. First chance I get, I'm burning that shit.

Finally, a key was inserted into the lock, followed by a click and footsteps, neither making her look up from the desk. "Let me guess… didn't see no poster hanging again today, hm?", Jacob chirped as he came to a stop in front of her, his tone too light. "Someone tried to force their way into the room." "I know. It was nothing serious.", he replied matter-of-factly, "I took care of it." She bit her tongue, stopping so much from escaping before actually saying, "You had Isaac drive me here for this. Made me sit defenseless while you conducted your trial just outside the door, forcing me to listen. Why?" His icy gaze remained on her, and she took in his attire in turn, the same clothes he wore the day before now splattered in blood. She wasn't surprised at the confirmation he hadn't taken the time to shower in the cabin nor stop for a change of clothes, instead heading straight to his duty as a 'Herald'. "Why, Jacob?", she pushed against his silence, "Is this your way of sending me packing? I thought you had changed your mind and would at least act like a half-decent human being after yesterday." Jacob shook his head, the only thing he had to offer in response. Mercy or not, I'm done putting up with your mind games. Mercedes got up, hands clutching the 'bible' to her chest as she took a step towards the door. "Where do you think you're going?", he questioned sternly and moved in her direction. "To find Isaac so he can drive me back to the cabin. We're done here." "No." She huffed, "I'm not going to sit around and wait for you to throw a word my way. You hate me, fine. But to lock me in here without any warning on what's to take place was just cruel… What did I ever do to you to decide you feel like tormenting me whenever the mood strikes? Whatever idea you have about me, about 'Mercy', I'm not someone you can walk over and make yourself feel stronger by doing so." He was in front of her now, eyes darkening more and more with each word she uttered out.

His expression wasn't enough to make her stop. It would have been for Mercy, but she wasn't her, not in that moment, "What would your brother think about how you've been treating me? That one of your captives almost attacked me. That you've basically done nothing to make sure I've settled in as he had asked. Fucking me doesn't count as caring, Jacob. The cabin has no food, I spent both days here without anything to eat, barely got offered water. I'm not one of your test subjects or the men you boss around. Yet I can't help but wonder if you're going to throw me in a cage the second another mood swing happens and you decide you're over my very existence." His gaze shifted to the book she was holding, lips twisting into a snarl when he retorted, "Who do you think told me to do it, Mercedes?" "What?", she blinked. Jacob nodded, "Yes. All the Father's idea." "No.", certainly he was lying, "Why?" A frown emerged at the question, "It doesn't matter." "Do you even know the reason?" "I suspect why." Cryptic fucker. "And I guess you won't tell me?" "No." "Goodbye, Jacob.", she told him and stepped around him, set on putting distance between herself and what had just occurred in that forsaken place. His hand wrapped around her upper arm again, his hold only getting tighter when she tried to shake it off, "Don't go." "I'm not playing this game. Last night was a mistake for so many reasons, and if I needed any proof of that, you just provided it to me without me even asking."

She had no idea what part of what she said set him off, but he maneuvered himself in front of her again, his dark stare forcing her to take steps back until she hit the edge of the desk. Pushing me around again. She regarded him with a defiant stare as he snatched the book from her hands, and set it on the wooden surface as far away from them as possible. "It wasn't a mistake. You wanted it as much as I did.", he argued, towering over her, "You asked me about the blood on my hands yesterday. It's the same with food, water. It's become a habit. I'm not used to… caring. Considering people's needs. It's not what I do here, sweetheart." "And yet you pull this the morning after. How should I feel about it then, Jacob?", while a part of her believed the excuse he hadn't thought of her basic needs, her eyes narrowed at his tone and arrogant conviction of how she felt about their night together. "It was either you staying locked inside my office or watching it all unfolding up close." Mercedes scoffed, "Sure it was." "I'm serious. Joseph wanted you to see it first-hand. I couldn't deliver on that request." "Why?" "Because despite what he believes, what God tells him, I don't think you're ready for it, nor that you're cut out to-", he stopped himself, frustration seeping in to match hers when he added, "If you want your questions answered go to Joseph. Don't waste my time. I have a job to do here."

Jacob might have been right about her not wanting to see any of it with her own eyes because it would have most likely resulted in her teetering on the edge of breaking character. Still, a part of her felt bitter at the idea he still considered her to be this spineless, helpless girl, when he was the only person in Hope County to even get glance at the real her, no matter how brief. "Well, I can easily fix that… move out of my way since I'm such a waste of time. I certainly didn't intend that.", she said with a forced smile, actually meaning the words. She hadn't planned to get involved with him on a personal level. He was the one that made the first move and, for some reason, had chosen to blame her for his lack of self-control afterwards. "Maybe, but just your mere presence is enough to waste my time.", he muttered, hand traveling up her arm to her shoulder until it cupped her cheek. Should that be an insult or a compliment? His tone shifted, "Throughout the whole trial, my mind strayed back to you. I was supposed to be focused, present, and yet all I could seem to think of was you. Only you. You're a distraction. And I don't do those." "Then don't think of me. Simple.", Mercedes offered, trying to ignore the way he was staring at her and the memories it brought back, or how he had used the phrase from the goddamned song that was still lurking in the back of her mind. "How? When I can still smell you all over me?", he snapped back, his lips finding hers before she even had a chance to answer or suggest a shower as a solution to the ridiculous problem.

There was nothing innocent or gentle about the kiss, with both of them fighting to take the lead, to come on top as hunger took over. Before she knew what was happening Jacob was spinning her around until she was facing the wall behind his desk, the same one she had stared at for so long since her arrival to a point she had every indent, spot and crack in it memorized. Anticipation coursed through her body when he moved her hair off her shoulder and pushed the sleeve down her arm, his mouth descending on her exposed skin, teeth nipping before he whispered, "Should I stop?" Yes. I'm a distraction, remember? You don't even like me. And I don't need you. Not when you could jeopardize my whole plan. "No.", came out as a sharp reply instead. "Good." Her hands gripped the edge of the desk as he gathered her dress, hiking it up until cold air hit the back of her thighs. "I like this dress better. It suits you more.", Jacob noted with approval. "I thought you might. It reminded me of your eyes.", she grabbed his hand, bringing it to her chest, "And wait until you see the front. I trust you can figure this one out." Jacob swiftly undid the bow that held the bodice closed and let out a groan when his fingers were met by bare skin. "Beautiful." She had been called that word many times, but coming from his mouth felt different, made her heart flutter even if he was actually complimenting her choice of outfit.

His hands moved on from her breasts to drag her underwear down her legs and the next instant his fingers seeked her heat, gliding in and out with ease, "So ready for me, sweetheart." A noise of protest left Mercedes when his touch retreated, but it was shortlived as he grabbed her hips and without even knowing when he had managed to undo his pants, he entered her from behind in a flash, burying himself to the hilt. A whimper slipped past her lips at the sudden instrusion, more following in its wake as he started to move without giving her any opportunity to adjust. "Tell me why I couldn't stop imagining doing just this the whole day?", Jacob said as his lips lowered to her neck, "Did you think of me, too?" She couldn't help but continue opposing him, knowing full well that deep down he enjoyed it, "No. Not even for a second." "No?", he asked, not sounding convinced at all of her lie, "Then how about I change that… make sure you remember me anytime you move?" Long, hard strokes paired with the continuous pressure of his thumb on her clit threatened to push her over the edge as she held onto the desk, relying on it to keep her unright and refusing to show how much he was rattling her. "You were holding back on me last night. What a shame.", she purred, "Harder, Jacob, you won't break me." The rational side of her reminded her of who he was, what he had put her through just minutes before, but his voice and his praises mixed with the sounds coming from both of them drowned out the pesky truths plaguing her thoughts. "You feel so good.", he choked out, and his free hand found her breast, palming it just as footsteps carried down the hallway, accompanied by low chatter.

The idea of them potentially getting caught on top of the things he was doing to her body brought her to climax, a moan ripping out her before she could stop it. "Shh, I need you to be quiet. You don't want company, do you?", Jacob instructed when whoever was outside passed by their door. His palm moved from her chest to cover her mouth while he continued to drive into her, his punishing thrusts picking up as he chased his own release. All she could do was squeeze her walls around him in response and match his movements, wondering if he would make her come for a second time. "Look at you following instructions. So obedient for once. Excellent.", he mocked, causing Mercedes to bite down on his fingers in warning, "You might be a wolf, sweetheart… but do you know what I do to them?", he let out a dark laugh, his voice waivering and betraying he was far from unbothered. With his men finally out of earshot, his hand returned to her chest, pinching her nipple, "You're close, aren't you? Greedy to come on my cock again. I can tell." She jerked her head in a nod, her skin feeling clammy with sweat while her low moans spilled freely as he focused on granting her another climax that hit her even harder the the previous. It wasn't long before he followed her over the edge, his release spilling inside her after the let out a guttural growl and buried his face in her hair. As the fog around her brain began to clear, a harsh realization washed over her, clashing with the pleasure she felt.

Fucked. I'm fucked. Both literally and figuratively. Bare. They had gone bare. No wonder it felt different. She hated the foolishness that had taken over her and how she hadn't once thought about protection in the heat of the moment. It wasn't because she hadn't done it with targets before, but all for the fact with him it felt more personal, like it meant something. Mercedes knew that made him dangerous. She completely slumped over the desk, trying her hardest to minimize the situation and convince herself it was just the postcoutal bliss she felt at the moment talking. Yet all of her attempts become pointless the moment Jacob bent down too, fingers tangling into her curls as he kissed her cheek then rested his head against it. "Exhausted you, didn't I?", he chuckled, seeming fully oblivious to her inner turmoil, "Think you can still walk?" She stared at the wall where his poster used to be, then out of the small window next to it, her words coming out in an even voice despite the array of emotions she wished she wasn't experiencing, "You forgot something." "What?", he sounded lost for a second until he slipped out of her, "Oh, fuck." "Yeah. That." "I-I-", he stopped, "I got carried away." A sigh escaped her, "You and me, both." "It will be fine. It was just once.", Jacob announced mostly to himself, his tone lacking conviction. Oh…you think- Yeah, we're not THAT fucked, Jacob.

"I'm on the pill.", she replied quickly as she turned to face him. He gave her a confused look, "Then why were you acting strange?" Mercedes shrugged, changing the subject, "And you…I thought you'd at least feel some panic at the idea of becoming a father." He pulled her into his arms, gazing into her eyes when he shook his head, "What if I hoped it happens?" Excuse me? Did my brain somehow short-circuit after that second orgasm? A frown took over her features, "Didn't you just say "you got carried away", why would you be hopeful?" He said nothing as his lips met hers in a gentle kiss, and the second they backed away, she prompted him again, refusing to drop the subject, "You didn't accidentally forget about contraception, did you, Jacob?" Her question was met with silence as he zipped up his pants and sat down at his desk, the change of demeanor only made her more suspicious of his motivations. Maybe it's a turn-on for him? Yes, a fantasy. What else could it be? It wasn't like that would have been the most unconventional thing she had encountered with men, and to her, it seemed like the only plausible explanation. Jacob finally spoke up, sounding detached, too matter-of-fact, "Isaac will drive you home and take care of stocking the fridge. I have more things to take care of here." More trials. More people have to die for the Project. For Joseph. So you can fill whatever emptiness your service left you with. "Okay.", was all she could muster as she regarded him from the corner of her eye, wondering what was running through his mind.

His gaze shifted to the wall, tone becoming lighter when he asked, "So… Where's my poster?" She looked up from tying her dress closed, not missing the hunger still lurking in his gaze, "You're back to that? I told you-" "I had a new one put up this morning." "There was nothing when I arrived, Jacob.", she lied, pairing it with a perplexed look. "Mercedes." Mercy's signature smile full of innocence was back on her face, "I swear on the Father." …'s corpse. Jacob shook his head, "Go. Before I make you confess, when that's my baby brother's forte." Mercedes grabbed Joseph's book on her way to the door, trying to not read much into the way she couldn't stop herself from sneaking a final glance at him or how his lips were twisted into a small smile. The second she grabbed the door handle, he called out, sounding more like the man that had fucked her senseless and less like a commander doing a briefing, "I will see you tonight." The simple statement made her a pause, and she hated the giddiness that threatened to take over her system, "I thought you didn't have time to babysit?" When he remained silent, she added, "What if I don't let you in? Are you going to sleep in the woods?" Another laugh escaped him, "I like the challenge, sweetheart."

His words followed her as she exited the office and did her hardest to ignore the blood splattered on the other side of the door and the crimson that adorned the walls leading to the hospital's main entrance. It was a reminder Jacob had turned St. Francis into his own battlefield, watching over as the people he had captured killed each other over the promise of survival of the fittest. His personal lab rats running rampant in the maze. He thought she had no idea about his experiments, but she always listened, gathered whatever information people would let slip up while believing she wasn't paying attention. She hated the realization the darkened spots she had observed on the walls before were nothing but the blood his men weren't able to clean off, as if the corruption itself was seeping into the building's foundation, the dead leaving a piece of themselves behind. Their legacy. A hopeless message of warning for anyone who dared to enter.

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[orcelito]

I'm doing soooo amazing (weeping) like so great and cool (crying) feeling amazing (sleep deprived)

I finally got a load of dishes done though. This, at least, is worth celebrating.

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6/15/2024 ohhhh so sneaky...

[eddiernunson]

Really Drives Me Mad | Bfs Dad!Eddie Munson x Reader | 18+

Master List | Next Part

My best friend tells me that he's a keeper

I really like Dylan a lot But Dylan's dad He really drives me mad With his faded tats Sings in a cover band Yeah he's super hot with his ripped dad bod Oh my, oh my god I like Dylan a lot But oh god I love Dylan's dad

I know y'all weren't expecting this... Well neither was I. It like invaded my mind and begged me to write it. (this is the dirtiest thing ive ever written.)

Word Count: 7.5k

Summary: You've been dating Dylan Munson for a little bit, and it's going well, or at least you feel like it is. Despite everything right with Dylan you can't help but feel uneasy...then you meet Eddie Munson, his dad... and find yourself wet at the sight of him. (reader is in her 20s, Eddie probably in his 40s or so)

Warnings: masturbation (both), voyeurism (both), lot of perv!Eddie, reader ends up cheating, just some dirty stuff. MINORS DNI.

As you sit cross legged on your best friend’s garage couch mindlessly watching some Netflix while she took another hit, your phone dings, a text message you’ve been waiting on.

“Ooh, speak of the devil.” She teases you, putting the bong aside to peek at what Dylan texted you. You roll your eyes at her, answering him to pick you up in the morning. “What did he say?”

Her eyebrows were wagging over-exaggeratingly, and you narrow your eyes. “Just asked when I wanted to get picked up for our trip to the beach tomorrow.”

“Are you excited?” She asks, her voice suggestive and you can hear more excitement in her voice alone than you felt about the trip.

“Yes.” You lie to her, because if you told the truth, you knew you’d hear about it.

Dylan was a good guy. You met him through a singles mixer you went to for shits and giggles and ended up meeting him. He had no business being there, his league was not the type of girl to go to a Fajita style mixer even for laughs. He was so overwhelmingly better looking than every other guy in that mixer that scooping him up before anyone dug their claws in was the logical thing to do.

It wasn’t that you didn’t find him hot.

Dylan ended up being almost everything you said you were looking for. Stable. Ready for commitment. Willing to go the extra mile.

He was stable in every way it takes most men into their 30s to figure out.

You knew he was a rare find as someone dating in your 20s. Yet, there was just something missing.

It wasn’t anything you could describe, and each time you had expressed the feeling people seem to dismiss it, claiming it stemmed from every failed relationship you’ve had. Logically, you should be head over heels over this man who is so sweet and willing to do the most.

But the feeling just nagged at your skull.

For the sake of not feeling guilty and seeing that same bug-eyed expression on your best friend you lie. It felt weird to have to lie to her just to seem grateful for what life has provided to you on a silver platter. So, until an actual reason for this hesitancy presents itself, the dates and the heavy make out sessions and whatnot will continue.

The ego boost he provides when he sends you drooling emojis when you send a bikini selfie for what you’re wearing the next day certainly doesn’t help your case.

“I’m so glad you found him, he’s so sweet.” She mentions off-hand.

You nod, gritting your teeth.

-

Dylan is on time, as always, prompt and proper to pick you up from your apartment. He texts to let you know he was outside, and you grab your beach bag of snacks and your towel and do a final assessment in the mirror.

Cute pink bikini that hung by a string sitting high on your hips, barely hidden by the long cut out dress you wore. Your bag matched the bikini, and you wore some tiny sunnies to put the whole look together. If you’re gonna date someone as good looking might as well look the part.

As you approached his chevy truck he was animatedly bug eyed while looking at you, his brown eyes popping out of their socket while he drummed his steering wheel. His zest and energy for life was always so contagious. You smiled at him, your cheeks burning as you climbed into the passenger seat.

“Hi baby.” He greets you, kissing you softly. You find yourself grinning into it.

He pulls out onto the main road for the forty-five-minute trip to the lake most people go for a weekend getaway. About five minutes down the road, Dylan pats his cargo shorts down real quick and grunts in disappointment.

“What?”

“Forgot the parking pass for the beach lot. I literally got that for fifteen dollars so I wouldn’t have to pay twenty at the till.” He explains, making a sudden left turn.

You’ve been to his house before, and he usually takes you there when his dad is either at work or just not home. You weren’t sure why, his dad seemed like a decent dude.

(From what you’ve heard anyway)

Maybe, like you, he wasn’t ready for meeting the parents yet.

“Oh, I think my dad will be home around now. Hope that’s okay.” He says, as if you had just spoken aloud. “I think it was time for you to meet him, anyways.”

Shit. Nope. He was ready. You were no where ready for him to meet your mom, who already loved him just from your best friend’s descriptions.

“Oh. Sure.” You glance down to your outfit, something worn not knowing you were about to meet parents. “Are you sure I’m dressed for that though?”

“My dad has met girlfriends in worse positions.” Dylan laughs. “Trust me. This is a better meeting.”

This helps you very little.

Five minutes down the road he pulls into the starter home he and his dad have been living in his whole life, a sweet little bungalow with three rooms and two bathrooms. It was by no means anything to cough at, certainly impressive for a mechanic, but Dylan seemed to behave incredibly sheepishly every time.

Dylan pulls in, and your heart races as you see his dad’s truck in the driveway. As Dylan gets out to open your door, he can feel your nervousness. “Can I just stay here?” You ask him, unsure why he needed you to go in for a pass in the first place.

“Oh I promise he doesn’t bite.” He jokes.

You give him a weak smile, holding his hand as you walked to the front door. The door doesn’t need a key, swinging open and the bright sunlight giving you both a shadow against the hardwood flooring. Dylan walks in, calling for his dad’s name. You squeeze his hand tighter out of nervousness. Eventually the sounds of his creaky steps are heard from the kitchen where Dylan is scanning for his pass, signalling his father coming down the steps.

You were facing towards the stove across the island counter, watching Dylan go through the drawers for it.

“Woah, thought you’d be halfway to the beach by now, you were so damn excited.” You hear his dad’s voice, and there’s something about it, his tone leaning towards a tease that enticed you to turn your head towards him.

Your jaw dropped. Or it didn’t. Certainly felt like a moment for your mouth to open in amazement. In a split second you knew where Dylan got his good looks, and it was only a fraction of how mouth watering his dad was.

He wonders in with sweatpants low on his hips wearing a band t-shirt and his long curly hair was wet from a shower. As he shuffled by to the fridge, the scent of aftershave invaded your nose and somehow it just went straight to your core. He was certainly fit even for a dad, slight dad bod but nothing to poke at, you could tell he worked with his hands.

“Forgot my pass.” He mutters, looking through another drawer.

“I saw it this morning, so I put it in your bag as you were heading out.” His dad mentions off hand, getting the ingredients for a bowl of cereal out. As he lifted his hands over his head revealing a tattoo on his tummy and the treasure trail saliva entered your mouth like water bursting through a man-made dam.

“Seriously?” Dylan dead pans. He turns to you, and you switch your glance to seem innocent like you haven’t been eye-fucking his dad. “I’m gonna go double check it’s in there. Just stay here be right back.” He kisses you on the forehead and leaves without giving you a chance to protest.

“Nice, to meet you, by the way.” He says in a gruff voice as he pours the sugary cereal into the bowl.

“Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Munson.” Your voice sounded strained; you were hoping you were just imagining it.

He lets out a noise in disgust, his face scrunching up comically. “Oh god. Don’t call me that. Call me Eddie. Never Mr. Munson. Gross.”

You smile closed mouthed at his genuine disgust for it, and Eddie presents a smile as if your laughter was the long-term goal. “Nice to meet you, Eddie.”

“Much better.” He praises you, and it might be the closest thing you’ll ever get to the kind of praise you wanted from him, the kind where you find yourself on your knees in the kitchen, but you happily accepted it. Any crumbs you would happily take.

He could spit on you, and you would thank him.

Oh. That’s…new.

That wasn’t something you felt with Dylan at all. If Dylan had decided to spit on your face during sex, you would call the police. It would turn you off so fast you would kick him off you.

“Going to Lake Maureen?” He asks you, supposedly making small talk.

“Nope.” You tell him. “Museum.”

Eddie tilted his head, and from his shoulder’s shaking and the slow smile you could tell he was laughing.

“Yes.” You affirm.

“Where did you meet again?” Eddie asks as he puts away the milk, his voice seeming to extend from a thought he doesn’t share.

“Oh, a mixer.”

“Not the church mixer.” Eddie tilts his head, seeming genuinely fearful it was the truth.

You confirm that yes, it was the church mixer.

Eddie grabs a mug to pour the coffee you hadn’t noticed had he put on. As his hands cup a graphic mug you couldn’t see the comic for, you see the silver rings on his fingers and if your core wasn’t heated up before, it certainly was now.  He leans forward, taking a sip of straight black coffee for a minute. “Sweetheart. You’re far too pretty to be going to a goddamn mixer. No wonder he was so fucking enthralled when he got home that day.”

You feel your face heat up at the nickname followed by him calling you pretty. Your thighs squeeze together as you attempt to force your heart back into your chest where it belonged. Somehow your extremities were freezing, and all the heat was centered in your pussy, just soaked from his presence alone.

He could tell you weren’t taking the compliment seriously. “Seriously. If he fucks it up and you end up single again no more fucking mixers for you.”

“Not like I had any more choices.” You defend yourself, not knowing why his insistence turned you on so much.

Eddie rolls his eyes as if he didn’t believe you. His mouth opens to tell you something, and the sound of Dylan bursting through the front door seems to cut him off. “Oh, you should’ve told me, we could’ve been almost there by now. Come on, baby! See you dad!”

The door slams, and you guessed you were supposed to follow him. “Um, you were gonna say something?” and the mystery is just too much for you.

“Oh. Was I? Totally forgot.” Eddie shrugs, putting his coffee mug down, having chugged that entire cup within the conversation. “Have fun.”

He scoops another spoonful of sugary cereal in his mouth, the dimples on his face prominent but the smile devious.

That smile would haunt you for the next twelve hours.

-

The trip with Dylan was alright, he swore up and down it was the best trip and it just brought you both closer as a couple. You probably would’ve agreed. A trip to the beach with Dylan Munson sounded enticing and sexy and adventurous for the most part until you met his dad.

Now thoughts of his flexed forearms has he gripped the counter while talking to you, wet hair smelling beautifully of the musk shampoo he used invaded your mind. Dylan fingering you on the beach under your skirt was yes, smoking hot, but as you imagined a certain someone else doing the same it brought you to your orgasm much quicker and much harder. Dylan figured he must be doing something right.

Guilt evaded you as you knew what the hell you were doing was wrong. You now had an excuse to get rid of him, you were far more into his dad than you ever were into him, and it should’ve been a sign.

But if you broke up with him now, you wouldn’t be able to see his dad. Yet as you took a walk down the shoreline into a cave and your eyes close picturing certain ringed fingers gripping your hips as Dylan did it made the sneaking off and the public sex that much hotter.

Seems you were sluttier than your initial sex life led you to believe. Turns out, you just haven’t met a man you wanted to be slutty for. Public sex seemed fun in theory, always so nerve wrecking in practice.

Public sex with Eddie felt like you wanted to get caught with him, fully enjoying his cock and letting people see. Voyeurism mixed with public embarrassment was suddenly hot and you got so into it that Dylan expressed how excited he was to fuck you on the next hike you took together, something he has expressed much interest in, but you denied bashfully every time.  

Because with Dylan sex wasn’t all encaptivating. Sure he could make you cum, but you were never ready to rip off his clothes in a heartbeat. The moment you saw Eddie your fingers started to itch for that damn low sitting sweatpants for them to droop just a little…bit…more.

Dylan drops you off with a romantic wet kiss, and you walk into the door of your apartment in a daze. Before you can even think about it, you find yourself on your bed, your skirt around your ankles and two of your fingers down your bikini bottoms.

You start to take them off but there’s a voice you picture saying, “No, no. Keep them on like the whore you are.” It was not Dylan’s.

You listened to it, pretending to rub your clit in front of him watching. You could see a wild eye on his face, picturing him not being able to touch you driving him mad. The heat that expands into your pussy from that thought alone drives your hips for more friction. “Oh so fucking needy, yeah?” You imagine him saying to you, and fuck, you couldn’t not think of him being good at dirty talk. “Need this cock, don’t ya?”

The image of him slowly working the elastic waist-band of his sweatpants made you moan aloud, needily grinding on your own fingers.

“Too damn bad. You’re just gonna have to make yourself cum, like the slut you are.”

The slight foreplay you were accidentally given all day through your own imagination mixed with how fucking wet you were brought you to a quick orgasm, fluttering in your extremities as you continued imagining the wild eyes on Eddie’s face or the firm voice as he didn’t give you a choice on your dating pool.

This was the first truly earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever felt in your life. One that you truly had to recover from…and it was from just picturing this man.

Something in you wanted the real thing, and you were terrified of how willing you were to go through with it, and equally as terrified of going through life wondering what it could’ve been like

If sex with Eddie Munson was as good as the orgasm you gave yourself, you might have to be Dylan’s stepmom, because you just found what was missing.

-

“Hey baby.” Dylan says, welcoming you as he opens the door.

You hold your pillow and a duffle bag sits on your shoulder for a sleepover, and the shorter shorts with a tank top you wear signalling you were ready for a night in. As you pass by him, Dylan gives out a low whistle to how well your ass is shown off in the pair of shorts you wore. They were so well fitting he could see you were either wearing a thong or nothing, but you could tell it turned him on. While this gave you a confidence boost, he wasn’t the target audience.

When you requested the sleepover Dylan warned you his dad would be there. Good. You assured him that would be fine. That was the goal.

“Hi, sweetheart!” Eddie calls down to you, and the smile invades your face before you could stop it.

“Hi, Mr. Munson!” You call out, and the sound of gagging is heard. “I meant Eddie!”

“Oh, I forgot he gets everyone to call him by his first name, like a lame youth pastor.” Dylan rolls his eyes, tugging on your hand to bring you to the couch in the living room. “Movie?”

You nod jerkily. Dylan works around you, getting a blanket, popcorn, and the movie all set up. He turns down the lights, winking at you suggestively as he does so.

Less than five minutes into the movie, the beginning credits still lingering on to the actors he leans in with an open mouth, his hand making its way to your hip. With the smell of him still fresh, being able to smell him on the couch you were on, it was easy to get eagerly into the kissing. This encouraged Dylan, of course confusing your eagerness for him. He reaches down, placing two of his fingers over your clothed pussy.

You moan lightly, and he shushes you softly. Mentally you roll your eyes, because he was telling you to be quiet because his dad was home.

You were hooking up with him on his couch because his dad was home. You listen to him anyway, and he starts to rub in small circles, you moan even higher, imagining he could hear you and getting off to it. “Shh, baby.” Dylan whispers. “Oh, you’re wet. Fuck.”

He slips his hands into your shorts, leaning you down to rub your pussy and attack your neck at the same time. “Pussy feels…mazing.” Dylan mutters between the slobbery neck kisses he gives you. It was enough for you to picture him, but suddenly Eddie coming downstairs right now without knowing what you were doing got you off even more.

“Eat me out?” You ask him, and ever the gentleman he smiles devilishly at you as he crawls down. He goes to place the blanket over his head, and you stop him. “Wanna see your face.”

Okay, you wanted to see Eddie see your pussy as his son went down on you, but it made Dylan eager enough to dig in in a way you haven’t seen from him yet.

You whine from the hot pleasure it gave you, you grind on his face, the heat focused on your pussy in a way that has never happened before. The idea of Eddie accidentally walking in on you but watching instead of saying anything gets you off so easily Dylan is feeling your juices wet his chin and your ass like it never has before.

“Greedy baby.” He mumbles, placing two fingers into you and giving kisses to your thighs as he pumps them.

“Gonna cum soon, Dyl.” You warn him.

Luckily, Dylan knows it means to keep doing what he’s doing. You were close, but the sound of footsteps upstairs followed by a door closing pushed you over the edge, knowing he could very well be going to his room from elsewhere, but hoping he was at the top of the stairs.

Just the possibility of him being at the top pushed you over. “Holy shit.” Dylan mutters, crawling up to you. “Must’ve been riled up, huh.”

“Yeah.” You tell him, suddenly feeling Dylan’s boner poking the inside of your knee. “Mere, I wanna help you.”

“No, I wanna fuck you, let’s go to my room.”

His room…down the hall…where there’s a better chance he could hear you. “Sure!”

-

Eddie Munson was sure there was something out to get him. The moment your pretty fucking face greeted him in his kitchen when he wondered down fresh from a shower he was sure there was something laughing at this pure misery.

The smile on your face, the smell of your sweet perfume, the way your skirt hugged your hips all melted him into one pot. When you told him you met Dylan at a fucking mixer, he wanted to shoot the person who made you feel like you were worthy of being ogled at by a bunch of singles at an awkward church mixer.

A church mixer.

He hated that Dylan liked them, always said only weirdos go there and was sure Dylan as exaggerating when he expressed how gorgeous and out of his league you were.

His heart freezing at the sight of you sit perched on one of his stools, shyly watching your boyfriend, even only from the back made him wonder if angels were real. Fuck, he didn’t ask for any proof of your beauty when offered to show your Instagram, but he wouldn’t have believed it.

He spent that entire first conversation doing everything he could to be a fucking father figure and remind himself you were dating his son. He was not hitting on you at a bar, he was your boyfriend’s dad.

Somehow that just made the forbidden part about it that much hotter.

He felt like a pervert as the scent of your shampoo jumped out at him when he passed by you for the milk, and he had wanted to stop in place and take a big inhale. Felt like an even bigger pervert as he saw the string of your bikini bottom sitting high on your hip peaking out of your skirt and he just wanted to get a shot of that underskirt.

Every thought he had about you as your wit came through the conversation, he wondered what the hell you were doing with Dylan. He loved his kid, but you deserved better than what he knew his kid would provide.

He knew about Dylan that he’d be a great husband one day. Someone reliable and trustworthy enough to build a life with.

He didn’t want that for you. He wanted you to have something mind-blowing and earth shattering, something intoxicating. Something that made you feel the way he felt just by smelling your goddamn shampoo. Your teeny tiny bikini with your hair up in a messy bun with cute little sunglasses all somehow went to his cock, and he was glad you were called over before he said something even more stupid.

Eddie rolled his eyes at your claim there wasn’t a bigger dating pool, opening his mouth to retort--“Oh, you should’ve told me, we could’ve been almost there by now. Come on, baby! See you dad!”

The door slams, and that concluded the end of that conversation. “Um, you were gonna say something?” you ask him, and he wondered if the intrigue on your face was something he just imagined.

“Oh. Was I? Totally forgot.” Eddie lies. I was gonna say I am proof there is a bigger dating pool than you would believe, sweetheart… but he knew it would’ve said something he couldn’t unsay.

Dylan told him you were coming over for a sleepover, and he and Dylan’s room were only separated by the bathroom. Eddie might use the basement for the night because he didn’t trust his perverted mind not to seek you out and look at what little pjs you have chosen to wear. He gave you space out of respect when you arrived, wondering if it was flirting when you called him Mr. Munson.

Suddenly a noise that Eddie could only describe as the doorbell to heaven (or hell with what his mind was thinking) reached the door he had kept open for this very reason.

He kept his tv playing and sneaked off to the top of the stairs, hoping to catch his kid getting you off while you moaned under the covers. The treat he was given was far better, the hand over your tight ass shorts feeling you up as you leaned back and whined all high pitched. Eddie’s cock was so hard at the moment not touching it would be like self-neglect.

He backed up against the wall by the stairs, listening to your moans as he got you off, desperately wishing it was his fingers in your wet heat. He imagined your scrunched up face as you made those stunning noises, starting to stroke himself. A pause occurs, your blissed out voice asking him to eat you out. He bites back a moan at wanting to taste you, wanting to get all up in those juices and to show him how much you turned him on. He leans over the wall into the stair entry, expecting the blanket to be covering you but instead being met with your pussy on full display.

A low guttural moan escapes his throat, fucking into his fist and pretending it was you bent over for him instead, whining the same exact way. He knew you would have a pretty pussy, but this was just un-fucking fair.

You warn Dylan you were about to cum, and that pushes him over his own edge, and he suddenly has a mess he needs to clean up all over his fist. God he wanted you to clean it, to suck it all up. He was making himself hard again and he had to flee to his fucking bedroom to wash up.

Suddenly the creak of the stairs erupts as he is cleaning himself up, and Dylan’s door closes. Oh. They’re…continuing.

Your moans are suddenly loud, and Eddie finds himself hard again as he realizes he’s hearing you being fucked. Oh, he knew you were a fucking dirty slut.

Just fucking knew it. Something that hasn’t happened since he was in his 20s, but he’s ready to jerk himself off within minutes of just cumming. “Yeah, my whore being fucked open, letting everyone hear how good she feels, oh shit.” Eddie mutters to himself, right next to his door.

He ends up finishing at the same time you did, which didn’t take either one of you very long.

-

The next morning you wake next to Dylan sleeping with a big smile on his face. To him, that was the best sex you’ve ever had together. Mixed with your adventure at the beach last week, you guys were doing better than ever.

 To you, it was only amazing because you kept thinking of Eddie fucking you and it did everything for your core. You get up in the tiny pair of pajamas you had packed, something that barely covered your ass and headed downstairs for some breakfast.

As you were leant down to assess the cereals, you heard the stride of someone come in behind you.

Eddie walks in behind you, holding back a swear as he sees your pussy peaking out of your pajama bottoms. A gentleman, and not knowing you fully reciprocated every horny thought, he ignores it and hopes you sit up.

You don’t, leaning even more forward and making a show of wondering what to eat. Eddie inhales, allowing himself to watch you. You turn around to him jerking his head away, and you felt some pride in getting his attention. “Morning.” You greet him, offering a bowl for him.

He rejects it. “Not hungry.”

“Oh.” You pour cereal, and Eddie focuses on not staring at your beaded nipples peaking through the tiny silk top you wore.

“Fuck.” He whispered, the boner growing.

“Something wrong?” You ask him innocently, and knowing this was working to your benefit made you nervous but eager.

“Lots to do today.” Like jerk off another three times.

“Like what?” You asked, taking a spoonful of cereal even though you had no appetite from the butterflies in your stomach.

“Oh not much.” Eddie wonders to you, and by reaching over you to grab the cereal he wonder if he could sneak a smell from your shampoo.

You sit up as he leans away, and you are so close you can see just how gorgeous he is. God, those brown eyes. “Do you have any…one to do?” You ask, glancing back and forth between his pretty lips and his even prettier eyes. You didn’t even know which ones to focus on.

Eddie leans in a bit to you, just ghosting over your lips. “Are you sure…that you want this?”

You nod, your eyes glazing over in want as the arousal in your gut suddenly exploded into a need.

“Cause…cause if we do this there is no going back. If your pussy…” he inhales sharply, taking a breath of your hair. “is as good as I imagine, there’s no way I’m giving you back.”

This sentence turns you into gelatin, and you lean forward to finally kiss him, his lips rough as he seemingly forgets how to act for a moment.

His brain finally catches up and he grabs onto you, inhaling and messy kisses, and grabby hands all at once as he tries to do everything he’s wanted to. Your hands make their way into his hair, and it was as soft as you pictured it. His lips messily kiss down your jaw onto your neck and you let out a whine. He smiles widely at that. “Good. One I made. Needed that.”

“You heard me…yesterday?” You asked, wetter from the idea of it.

“Heard you? Fucking came to it.” He swears, as he continues an assault on your neck. You moan in response, your hips involuntarily grinding up. “Come on, upstairs.”

You almost wanted to get caught by Dylan, but to keep it going longer you follow Eddie giddily upstairs as he trips over himself and you felt like a goddamn teenager. You follow him into his room, and the curtains were blackout curtains, the lights turned off giving the illusion of everything being dark. “Can we turn on the lights?” You ask, delicately. “I wanna see you.”

Eddie turns on his dimmer switch light so it was low, and the look in his eye as he approaches you sat on his bed had a level of lust in them that drove you wild. He leans in to give you a kiss after sitting right by you, and it wasn’t enough touching for you. You crawl forward as you eagerly kissed him back, straddling his lap. “Fuck, sweetheart, you are fucking gorgeous.” He mutters, the silk pajamas you wore bunching up in his hands as he grabbed at it. “The little strap that peaked out of your skirt tied together was just tempting me to unwrap you like a present.” He huffs, still kissing your neck. You find yourself impatient, wanting his lips back on yours.

“Fuck, been thinkin’ about you on my cock ever…” he inhales your perfume with a deep grunting sigh of content. “ever since.”

You mewl to his confessions, and he’s a much better talker than you could’ve imagined. Your hips start to grind on their own accord and with the little fabric they have between your silk shorts and his thin pajama pants you felt his hard cock fairly easily. You let out a high moan of contentment, and Eddie watches as you grind on his cock and get yourself off so easily. “Oh shit, she’s a dirty slut, hey.” Eddie comments leaning back and watching you grind yourself. “Doesn’t even need a cock inside her, will just take anything I give her with a smile on her face.”

“I would—” you gasp, the material scratching your clit in the best way, “I would take any crumbs, fuck.”

You start to moan higher and grind faster, and Eddie wanted to make you cum by his hands or his mouth the first time but you making yourself cum against his pants meant he was now using this as a fucking cum rag to smell you when you weren’t near. “Take off those shorts, doll. Wanna see your pussy.”

“Ok.” They are yanked off without a second thought.

“Oh, good listener. What a good girl.” He comments petting your hair gently as you continued to grind again with your heat now directly against his pj pants, he could feel it against his cock. “Oh, fuck, you are soaked. My fucking horny slut.”

“Horny for you.” You whimper the edge just right there.

“Whoring herself out for the Munsons.” He comments, sort of bitter he had to hear you fuck his son before he could claim you.

“Pictured it was you.” You admit, your voice in a whisper as you confessed but the high you wanted almost there.

“Fuck, did you?” He asks, the idea you only enjoying it so much because you pictured him.

“Mmhmm. Pictured you watching me, too.”

“Fucking little voyeur.” He whispers, and you nodded. He rewarded you by grabbing your hips and rutting against you and hitting your clit even harder and your orgasm snuck up on you, and the extra attention Eddie pays you as he watches it wash through you only helps the high take longer to recover from.

“Oh my god.” You whisper, a last of the intense orgasm still running through you.

“Not done.” Eddie whispers, a big smirk on his face. He lightly pushes you down and grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulder. You watch him carefully, his face looking at your pussy at a way that would usually resolve in embarrassment. Instead, it only turned you on more because it meant he wanted you just as much.

He dives into your pussy with a level of expertise that only came from years of pleasuring women. You don’t know why but you knew he got off to pleasuring others from the moment you saw him and every moan you let out he absorbed it, getting better and better as your verbal ques direct him. The heat in your pussy intensifies as he continues, fucking two of his fingers into you.

You place your hands in his hair, grinding up when the feeling of wanting to be fucked takes over you. “No, patience baby. I need to see what you look like when you squirt.”

“I-I can’t—”

“Every woman can, sweetheart. Just means you’ve had no one show you yet. Feel that?” He asks you, the heat in your pussy expanding as he continued to attack your clit and finger fuck you.

You nod, the feeling in your gut like a tidal wave of pleasure.

“Focus on it.” You do, and as you do you look up at his eyes, already staring into yours as he assesses your reactions. The heat intensifies by a thousand, and the feeling of wanting to…pee…takes over.

“Fuck—” you start to protest.

“Let it happen. Let go. It’ll feel so fucking good…baby let go. Gonna feel so fucking good.” You trust him so you let go and a gush invades your ear as a red-hot pleasure makes home in your pussy. “One more?” Eddie asks you, his thumb now messaging your clit.

You twitch under him, your bud being so sensitive. “Oh fuck, Ed. Too much.”

“No, I think you can cum again. Wanna see that beautiful face all scrunched up. Wanna take a photo.” He holds out his phone casually, and your face heats up. “Not feeling all the sudden shy, are ya? You whored your little pussy for me how is this different?”

“Its…” you manage out, already close again. “Its hot.”

“She gonna cum again, all over my fingers?”

“All over your fingers.”

“You gonna lick em clean?”

“Can we share?”

Eddie groans audibly, titling his head back. “Of course, doll. Of fucking course, now cum all over them, please.”

The third orgasm takes over your body, and it’s so goddamn good you stop responding for a minute which causes Eddie to panic. “Oh shit, you okay?”

Giggles burst out of you, the kind of post orgasm giggles you’ve only read about in spicy novels. You thought they were fake. “Can I suck you off now?”

Eddie’s eyes bulge, and he realizes his hand is still on your pussy. He taps it lightly, causing you to whine. He lifts the finger first, inserting it into your mouth. “Suck this first.” You wrap your tongue around it, keeping eye contact as you taste yourself, and this is the only time it’s ever been truly hot to be able to taste yourself. Other times it was just perplexing.

Eddie takes the other finger when you let go and starts sucking on it, he closes his eye, enjoying the taste of your pussy on his tongue. Eddie crawls onto his bed and you basically pounce him, yanking his pj pants down as fast as they go, wanting to see his cock. His eyes watch you, blown and enwrapped in lust as he watches your eagerness.

As his cock pops out of his pants, an involuntary smile spreads across your face. The head to his cock was so pink, he must’ve been horny. “Oh, pretty cock.” You mutter, and he wasn’t even sure if you were saying to him or just saying it out loud. “Oh my god, look how pink your head is. Mmm..sure seem like you need some attention.”

You take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking on it alone but getting used to his girth. Holy he was gonna hurt even with how wet you were. You start sucking on it, taking bit by bit more into your mouth each time, eagerly making sloppy spit sounds as you did so. It wasn’t hard to generate the spit you needed, the sight of his dick made your mouth water.

Your head bobbed up and down on it, illicit sounds being drawn out of him, only encouraging you more as the feeling of his rings harsh against your scalp making you wet. You pop off him, spit connected from your mouth to his dick. You lean forward to his treasure trail, licking the hair and biting at it, something you’ve wanted to do since you saw him. You find your way back down and passed his cock and he’s about to ask when take one of his balls into your mouth, sucking loudly.

“Oh fuck, do you know how to use that pretty little mouth. Holy shit.” You roam over it with your tongue, sucking it in and out repeatedly. Then you move on to the next one, giving it its own show as well. Your mouth moves back to suck on his cock but he tugs on your hair to bring him up to you.

“Want you to face fuck me.” You say to him, still not done sucking on his cock.

“Nother time. Lemme fuck you.” He mutters, tugging on the shirt you still wore. You crawl back up to straddle him, nothing between his cock and your pussy now, but he places his cock on it so the shaft slides in-between your folds, teasing you, and causing you to whine. “Oh shit.” He works on the buttons holding your silky pink shirt, the skilled hands working fast through each one. As each one reveals another inch of skin, he feels more intoxicated by you, especially how you’re begging him to put his cock in. Your tits fall out of the shirt, and he rips the back off you, and you let it fall to the floor. You grab onto his band shirt, attempting to move it off him. You barely do it, the feeling of his cock so close inside you causing your focus to fall apart in seconds. He laughs, nearly cruel, yanking the shirt off, revealing more tattoos you’ve never seen. Your hands flutter to his chest, moving to each tattoo and touching every inch you can.

Your mission to focus and analyze each tattoo is interrupted by him maneuvering you onto your back. You lay there, open and ready for him. “Holy shit, fucking smoking hot.” He mutters, like he couldn’t believe you were here with him.

It was you who was the lucky one, he was crazy.

“You’re hotter.” You mutter, as he starts to align his cock with your entrance. “Thought of you last night, made myself cum so hard.”

“Oh fuck. What was I doing?” He asks, still teasing you with it.

“Just watching me finger myself. Talking me through it. Calling me a whore.” He groans, tapping his cock on it. “Please, Ed need your cock.”

“Beg for it, you fucking slut.” He whispers, something taking over him.

“Please, daddy. Want your cock. Want you to fuck me like a ragdoll. Please, pretty please fuck me until I’m a puddle. I just want your cock in me, so fucking bad.”

“Gonna be a good slut for me?”

“Yes..I will I promise.”

He chuckles darkly and finally…finally moves into you. Your eyes cross and a moan so erotic leaves your body and you had barely a single ounce of control over that left your mouth at that point.

Eddie puts his head into your neck, feeling your head tighten around him in pleasure as you got used to his girth and length.

“Move…please?”

“Thought you were gonna take the crumbs I gave you, slut.” He mutters.

“Fuck. Sorry.”

He smiles and your fingers fidgeting at your sides were a dead giveaway you were just needy for him to move. It made him feel fucking powerful just his cock could make you feel like this. He starts rocking, slowly and you whine from this resolve alone. “Oh what a fucking whore, just needed a good fucking.” He mutters into your ear, his hand finding its way to your neck. “Putting her pussy on display for me, showing she just needed someone to know how to fuck her.”

You say nothing in response, and his hips are starting to rock against yours harder. Your eyes reach the back of your head as you lose air, but you revel in the feeling of nearly passing out as he takes his hand off. “Holy shit, you really are just a whore.”

You nod, eyes half lidded as you looked up at his pussy drunk eyes. “Little…cockdrunk…slut…” he inhales sharply and a wad of spit hits your face and you find yourself opening your mouth for more. “Fuck—” his hips stutter at the sight of your smile when his saliva hits your mouth. He spits right into it as you open for more and you act like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted, cause it was.

Your tongue pokes out, gasping in more need. His hips are against yours so harshly you would’ve been afraid of bruising if it didn’t fucking turn you on so bad.

“Fucking slut, you want me to cum in you? Wanna be filled with my fucking cum?” You nod, too cocked out to speak, you’ve never felt this good from penetration alone before. “Cum with me, doll.” He mutters using his two fingers against your clit as he leans in to kiss you. Within moments you flutter around him, moaning into his mouth and he lets go of your kiss, stuttering his hips and letting out a loud moan as you feel him fill you up.

His body weight collapses ontop of you, and his hands are suddenly gentle as they sweep at your bangs sticking to your sweaty forehead. “Fuck.” He mutters, giving you a dazed-out look of pure adoration. “That was much better than anything I came up with.”

You nod in agreement, words still not coming to your mouth.

“You were such a good girl, yeah?” You smile, a heat coming up to your cheeks. “You listened to me so well. C’mere.” He wraps your lips in a kiss, his cock still in you, still hard and keeping all his cum in you.

“C-can we stay like this?” You ask timidly, not wanting his cock to leave yet.

“Ooh, baby wants to cock-warm? Sure. Wanna turn on a movie until 9, when Dylan usually wakes?” Eddie asks, already leaning towards the channel changer on his beside table.

Having to tell Dylan it was pretty much over the moment Eddie kissed you hadn’t even crossed your mind, and it would eventually twenty minutes into the movie when you got back to earth. Eddie knew the realization would kick in eventually so he let you watch a movie of your choice, sitting up on his bed with you straddled on his lap after a bit of maneuvering so you could both see the movie on his screen adjacent to his bed.

Eventually, Dylan was gonna wake.

Eventually, a storm would hit.

But for now, Eddie stayed inside you to pretend like it wasn’t over yet.

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[huexuri]

drabble - nsfw, mdni

guys pussy drunk gyu brainrot.. sorry for the lazy layout i js had to get this out

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you and ot5 are hanging out at your place and y'all get a bit tipsy so y'all start talking about some unhinged shitlol

bsf!yeonjun would go on to say that gyu's the least likely to pull bitches, so bsf!beomgyu would add on to the joke, saying that he's probably better at eating pussy out of everyone here.

but he looks at you while saying it, n you don't know why you clenched around nothing, ur thighs clasped together as you made eye contact with him..

but he continues to joke around as if he wasn't looking at you, n everyone starts laughing as usual, yet u still can't get ur mind off of his words, so desperate to prove that he's right.

--

fast forward to when everyone left the house except gyu as he had a project w you.

u decide to ask him about it, subtly.

"have u ever gave someone oral before, tho?? i don't believe you,," you suddenly bring up, and beomgyu's eyes darken.

"you don't believe me?" he says, and you nod.

--

who would've thought that now, you're arching against the poor mattress on the floor as your hips jitter, he's in between your legs slurping your slick up like there's no tomorrow. your folds are moist with his saliva and you don't think he's seen the light of day since he started eating you out, eyes clamped shut and you haven't felt him breathe against you but his tongue is still moving as his nails dig into your plush thighs, running it up your stomach.

he presses a few fingers down lightly onto your core and you gasp, since when did he learn about this trick? you feel your clit shudder and his tongue is still cleaning you up in all the right places, him whining against you because pussy so good he's so so sssso drunk and if he wasn't high enough before, he's probably seeing stars by now. your moans sound like music to his ears and you taste so good on his tongue, he can't get enough, it's like a drug.

the way he sucks on your clit and kisses it before tensing his tongue up to shove it in and out of your tight gummy walls... his nose lightly rubbing on the perfect spot as he caresses your thighs to open bigger.

"fuck, that's it.... like that." you sigh.

he's got technique, it works so well, n you don't even know how he's getting you so hypnotized with nothing but his tongue.

as you whisper to him you're so close, he only gives you more hickeys on your clit as he paints your pussy with his saliva, flicking up and down with that tongue of his before you eventually make a mess all over his face. he slurps your mess so diligently and makes sure to kiss it all over before he finally lifts his face up to you, panting as if he hasn't taken a breath since he laid his mouth onto you. his hair droops over his face all sweaty and his cheeks r hot n swollen. his eyes so dazed and his eyelids almost threaten to fall.

his words are barely distinguishable. you can barely tell what he says in between breaths, but his tongue is out like a dog in heat as he looks up at you expectantly.

"d-do you believe me now?"

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Things that don't fit on the schedule just happen sometimes xD

Mood to a thank you to "you look terrible" lol

Ahh he seems to acknowledge the alarm thing lol

Parenting is hard yeah xD

Aww my lovelies <333

I'm glad their disagreement on the alarms and schedules and stuff is littler than it sometimes is :'DD <3

Awww "make room for your way" that's so cute :')) :'D

Aww yay :D disabling the alarm sync :)

SLFJHFLDKS the fire escape xD

What a mood girly lol

Aww them 🥰🥰

So glad she gets the chance to rest, Lea deserves it

OOp y'all again

The funny thing is it feels kinda genuine but it's also kinda funny lol

They're lightheartedly fighting while ignoring deeper problems lol

Come onn Glassman you can do it

And I mean it's something you can do xd

Not that he's incapable but yk since losing surgery :)

OOPE LOL they're gonna have them co-do it aren't they

"Didn't. Choose" 👀👀👀👀

SLFKGJKSFJS YEP THEY ARE

XDD So sorry guys lol

I know neither of you wanted this xD

Lol the kinda funny music didn't help though xD

I hope they can work it out, and don't have too many disagreements

Awww Shaun 😭

Wait I've seen something recommended about Glassman and the baby 👀👀 will he help 👀😭❤️

That would kill me <33

Awww Shaun 😭😭💔 honey :'(( <3

AAAHHHH GLASSMAN

Awww hey guys :'))

Shaun confiding in him 😭❤️❤️

AWWW Y'ALLLL y'all I'm not okay <333

Themmm :'))

Glassman helping take care of their baby when they're not on great terms 😭😭😭❤️❤️ y'all that's such a wild dynamic xD but so cool and sweet :'))

It's wild to just have your baby in another apartment to me lol but I get that he's basically related xD

AWWWW "I'M GRANDPA" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰

I FORGOT THAT'S WHAT THE SCENE WAS CALLED IN THE CLIP I SAW (on my recommended or ABC's channel or something)

Losing it thank you very much <333

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Y'all I love them so much <333 🥰🥰😍 :'))