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Bad Reputation

s.f.k. x reader

chapter one

Series Summary: As a local jazz pianist in Nashville, you never fear being in the spotlight. Living in the same city, you’ve become very familiar with Sam Kiszka, a young musician who’s managed to gain a bad reputation in the city and throughout the country within his band’s fanbase. You’ve always just ignored Sam’s promiscuous and impulsive ways, but when you’re approached by the band to help repair his image, you’re given an offer you can’t refuse.

Word Count: 6k

Chapter Warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of sex, mentions of smoking (tobacco & marijuana), flirting, arguing, sexual tension… you get it ;) (no smut… yet)

A/N: Hi guys! I’m so excited to share this series with you all. The idea came to me and I think it really ended up so good, I can’t wait for you to read it. Let me know in the comments or in my messages if you want to be added to the taglist for this series! See you soon :)

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The club was dark and crowded as you entered through the front door and made your way backstage to begin setting up. Your shoulders brushed past other people in the crowd, making it difficult for you to get to the back. On your way there, you paused for a moment, deciding to stop at the bar first for a much-needed drink.

“Hey, Sebastian!” you said, leaning over the bar as you greeted the bartender. You’ve been playing here for so many years, these guys were some of the closest friends you’ll ever have.

“Y/N, hey! Need a pick-me-up?” he said, turning his attention to you fully for a moment as the bar was bustling with other customers. Better make this quick.

“Can I just get a double rum and coke? Only a little bit of ice in it,” you asked, smiling politely as he nodded and began making your drink.

You take a second to look around the club as you wait, feeling a bit nervous as you take in how many people are actually there. You’ve played big crowds before, sure, but tonight felt extra intimidating for some reason.

You had sensed for a few months now that your big break might be coming soon, at least that’s what you’d hoped. You’ve grown to be quite popular in the greater Nashville area, but your reach hasn’t gone much further than that. You hope to branch off and move to New York one day, to play there professionally full-time.

For now, though, you make your living by playing gigs weekly, posting your music online, and taking a few brand deals here and there. It’s working well, and you make enough money to get by, but you’re not entirely fulfilled.

“Double rum and coke for the lovely lady,” Sebastian said, sliding your drink across the bar toward you with a smile. You return his smile and take it in your hand, tipping it toward him as a thank you.

“Thanks, Seb. I’ll be back later, you know I’m gonna need it,” you muttered, taking a long swig of your drink before squeezing your way through the rest of the crowd and finally making it to the backstage door.

Pushing the door open, you turned the corner toward your usual dressing room and started to set yourself up. You take your coat off, place it on the small couch with your tote bag, and then turn to the mirror to touch up your makeup before you take the stage in 15 minutes. You hear the door crack open, so you turn your head to look and see who it is.

“There you are, Lucy!” you exclaimed, moving to the door to greet her with a hug. “Where the hell have you been? I didn’t see you at the bar before.”

“Sorry, babe, Seb had me refilling the kegs downstairs for him… lazy bastard,” she scoffed, moving past you to plop down on the couch. “That’s a man’s job! That shit is so heavy!” You chuckle at her, finishing off your drink and then turning back to the mirror to finish applying your lipstick.

“He’s building up your strength, Luce! What happened to equal rights?” you laughed, making eye contact with her in the mirror as she rolled her eyes at you.

“Whatever, Y/N. I don’t see you lifting any heavy things,” she mutters, crossing her arms and throwing her head back.

Lucy was probably your best friend in the whole city. You met her in high school, being in the same jazz band class together, and immediately clicked. She works at Seb’s jazz club part-time as a bartender and server, which is how you started playing there. You play plenty of gigs at other places too, but this place became your regular haunt, thanks to Lucy’s help. She asked Sebastian to give you a chance to audition 4 years ago, and you’ve been playing there ever since.

The two of you live together in a little apartment in Midtown, only a couple blocks away from the club. After graduating high school, Lucy decided to go to Belmont for journalism while you ended up just starting to work on your music full-time. You made ends meet and helped pay rent while Lucy went to school, and she’s worked to make it up to you ever since.

She’s in her last semester of graduate school now at Vanderbilt, getting a business degree with hopes of founding a newspaper of her own one day. At 24, she seems like she’s finally getting her life together, but for you, it feels like you’re only just getting started. You try not to compare yourself to her or anyone else, which was something your mother always nagged you about. You knew she was right, but you can’t help it.

Despite all of that, you’re sure that you’ll break into the industry soon. Seb had planned to hook you up with his buddy who works in one of the recording studios downtown to get you in and record your own stuff. He’s just waiting on your word to tell him that the album is ready, but you haven’t been able to finish it for the life of you. You’re not sure if it’s fear or perfectionism, but it just doesn’t feel finished to you yet. For now, you’re filling your time with gig after gig, hoping to find inspiration.

“Stop sulking in here and get back to work, I have to be out there in 5,” you say, turning around to give her a stern look. She scoffs at you and then stands up, walking out the door.

“Break a leg!” she shouts as she rounds the corner, leaving you alone once more.

You have to admit that you’re feeling nervous. You compiled a few originals to test out tonight with the crowd, hoping to get some excited reactions to some stuff that you planned to include in your record. You had a few classics in the setlist too, including your favorite arrangements of Misty and Lullaby of Birdland, to make sure that the crowd doesn’t get too lost. But you hope that you’re new stuff will keep them captivated.

You take a deep breath, brushing your hands down your dress a few times to straighten it out and taking one last look in the mirror before exiting the dressing room and heading toward the stage. You hear Seb announce your name as you turn the corner and stride onto the stage, flashing a quick smile at the crowd before sitting down at the piano.

The crowd hushed as your fingers plinked out the first few notes, and then you started your first piece. Your hands glided across the keys with ease as you closed your eyes, getting lost in the music. Your first original piece went off without a hitch, the crowd cheering loudly at your extensive solo. They were enraptured by the covers you chose and your confidence was truly shining brightly off of you.

The set ended as quickly as it began and the club erupts in applause as you played the last note and stood up to take a bow. You look out into the crowd and see your friends back at the bar, flashing them a wide smile. Your eyes pan across the rest of the room, seeing all of the people cheering for you. This was what you were made for, you were sure of it. This is what you’re meant to do.

As your eyes stop at the back corner of the room, your expression quickly drops when you see the group at the large booth. It was a group of men from a band that you were very familiar with, bumping elbows at all the music venues in Nashville. It wasn’t the band specifically that you had a problem with, but just one specific man who always gave you trouble. Sam Kiszka.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, flashing one more smile at the crowd before rushing backstage to your dressing room. You were so not in the mood for his antics tonight, not after putting on such a good show. The rest of his brothers, you could deal with, but not him. You refuse to let him tear down the confidence in yourself that you only just built up.

You grabbed your things in your dressing room and then hurried back out to the bar, needing to get a refill on your drink before even attempting to socialize with anybody.

“Seb– another, please. Pour it heavy,” you lament, resting your elbows on the bar and putting your head in your hands. You hear him chuckle as he starts your drink and you let out a low groan.

“I take it you saw them, then?” Lucy said, leaning against the bar next to you. You nodded as your head still sat in your hands, not bothering to look up at her. “Y/N, they’re really not that bad, I don’t understand what your problem is.” Your head shot up and you glared at her frustratedly.

“Not that bad? Sam takes every opportunity he can to belittle my music and talent every time I see him,” you scoffed, taking your drink from Seb and taking a long sip. “And when he’s not berating me, he’s trying to get in my pants.” Lucy rolls her eyes, stepping behind the bar to grab some drinks and put them on her tray.

“As if I’d ever stoop that low. That man’s been in bed with every single woman in Nashville. Probably even taken women, too!” you ranted, crossing your arms and taking another sip.

“Just ignore him, babe. I know the rest of them would like to see you,” Lucy said, lifting the tray to rest on her shoulder. “These are their drinks. Just come with me.”

She walks away with the tray toward the other side of the club to find their table. You linger for a moment and then let out an annoyed groan, throwing back another sip before reluctantly following behind her.

You followed Lucy with your head down, trying not to look too eager or willing to go with her. As you approached the table, Josh was the first one to catch a glimpse of you, a toothy smile growing across his face.

“There she is, the woman of the hour,” Josh remarks, opening his arms wide to pull you in for a hug. You accept, squeezing him tightly before pulling away. You smiled shyly as the others greeted you as well, except Sam, of course. He was distracted, seemingly complimenting the top Lucy had on. Barf.

She’d already been there, done that, which isn’t exactly surprising. Your best friend always had an affinity for one-night stands, never really wanting to settle down or get too serious. You never cared at all, until she told you one morning that she went home with Sam after a show one night. She promised that she didn’t plan to do it again, claiming she used him just as much as he used her, and you left it at that.

She kept her word, never going home with him again, but that didn’t stop him from flirting with her every time he came in here. You rolled your eyes as you watched him glance down at her cleavage subtly, but not subtle enough for you not to notice. He finally notices you standing there, turning toward you with a smirk. Here we go.

“Y/N… that was quite the set,” Sam said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to their booth. Josh and Jake excuse themselves to go outside for a smoke, and Danny takes a seat back in the booth, scrolling on his phone. Alone, great.

“Thanks, I think,” you say sarcastically, taking a sip of your drink as you look up at him suspiciously. You didn’t trust that look on his face one bit, and you were determined to find out what he was up to.

“Oh, that wasn’t a compliment,” he said smugly. “If you’re gonna arrange music, at least write a song where the chord progressions actually make sense together.” He raises his beer bottle to his lips and tips his head back to take a sip. You scoff at him, trying to take a deep breath before you blow this entire thing out of proportion.

“Samuel, you wouldn’t know a good arrangement even if it hit you in your smug face,” you bit out, still doing your best to hold yourself back. You swing back the rest of your drink, letting the cold ice hit your lips before slamming it down on the table next to you. “It was a B flat and E flat blues. Who crowned you the king of jazz composition?”

His smirk grew wider across his face as his back left the wall and he began to tower over you. You sucked in a deep breath, wondering if you should've just kept your mouth shut, but frankly you didn’t care. His long hair frames his face as he looks down on you, his eyes dark and cold.

“I did,” he answered, his face growing uncomfortably close to yours. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.” His tongue skims his bottom lip as his eyes bore into yours. No. No. He is not gonna win this round.

“Is that why you enjoy bothering me so much?” you asked, keeping your eyes locked on his, insistent on not backing down. His lips turn upward into a smug smile as he leans back away from you, placing his back on the wall once more.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just think it’s fun,” he answers, smirking down at you.

“You’re such a fucking freak,” you scoff, crossing your arms. You notice a change in his eyes at your words, and you start to wonder if you took it too far.

“You’ve got no idea, sweetheart,” Sam says, stepping forward again to stand over you.

“Gross,” you mutter under your breath, looking up at him, trying to keep a straight face.

“Now, I don’t think you mean that,” Sam whispered, leaning down further to speak into your ear. “I think you like it, actually.”

“You wish,” you state, still maintaining eye contact. His mouth twitches and turns up into a smirk as one of his arms snakes around your waist.

“All that blushing you’re doing says otherwise, doll. Even in this dark club, you can’t hide it,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. Fuck.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. You watch silently as Sam puts his beer bottle down on the table and then reaches into the front pocket of his shirt, pulling out a lighter and a blunt. “C’mon Daniel, let’s go outside.”

Sam shoots you a wink before nodding his head in Danny’s direction and the two of them walk toward the front entrance. They pass the twins on their way out, who both turn to look at you with puzzled expressions as they sit down at the booth. You sit down next to Josh as you try to adjust the annoyed look that is so clearly plastered across your face.

“What the hell was that all about?” Jake asked, raising his eyebrow at you and taking a sip from his glass of whiskey sitting on the table. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, not even having an answer to give.

“The usual, of course. Can’t seem to leave me alone,” you muttered. The two of them let out a breathy laugh as Josh reaches over to put his arm around you.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about him, darling,” he offers, smoothing his fingers along your shoulder. “It’s all just show.”

“For it just being show, it sure does feel pretty insulting,” you say, fiddling with your fingers atop the table.

“You’ll adjust eventually,” Jake says. “We like havin’ you around, so don’t run off just yet.” A smile grows across your face at Jake’s subtle attempt at an olive branch.

“I’ll tough it out, I promise,” you answer. You suppose you can adjust to Sam’s antics to spend time with them. You could use all the friends in the industry as you could get.

“How long have you been playing piano?” Josh asks, taking a sip of his tequila soda.

“Oh, I started lessons when I was 6,” you answered with a smile.

“That’s sick, I started pretty young too,” Jake replies, resting his arms on the table. Bonding with successful musicians has been your dream and the fact that you’re getting along so well made you really happy.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard! Believe it or not, I am actually a bit of a fan of your band. Casually, of course,” you smile, trying to be chill about it. It wasn’t entirely a lie, you are just a casual fan, but you’ve definitely watched an interview or two as well, leading to you knowing more about them than you intended to.

“Oh, yeah? Which one of us is your favorite, huh?” Josh asks smugly, raising an eyebrow at you hopefully. God, the amount of testosterone in this room could be cut with a knife.

“Hmmm… Danny,” you jest, elbowing Josh softly. The three of you break out into laughter before you check your phone to see the time. 12:32 am. Yikes, it’s late.

“Well, I gotta head out, unfortunately,” you say, standing up from the booth. Before you had the chance to walk off, Josh stopped you.

“Hey, uh, we’re gonna be in the studio on Monday for a few hours to work on some new music… would you wanna stop by?” Josh asked, looking up at you hopefully. “It could be a cool way for you to get exposed to how the recording process works.”

“Oh, wow, that would be incredible!” you smiled. “That’s such a kind offer, thank you so much! I’ll definitely be there.”

“Perfect! I’ll text you the details,” he says with a smile, and you wave goodbye to them both and walk over to the bar to find Lucy.

“Ready to head out?” you ask, leaning over the bar toward her.

“Sure, let’s go!” she answers, turning around to grab her jacket and bag.

“God, I have so much to fill you in on…” you say as you walk out the door toward your apartment. You told her all about your brief run-in with Sam, and then Josh’s invitation to the studio as you walk down the street. She quite literally squeals when she hears the news.

“OH MY GOD, Y/N this could be it! This could be your big break!” she exclaimed as you turned the corner to the path to your building. “If you get in with their producers, this could really get you started! You have to make a good impression.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’m freaking out! I really can’t screw this up,” you said as you turn the key in the door.

“You could never screw it up, babe. They’re gonna love you, I promise,” Lucy reassured you, hugging you tightly before branching off to her own bedroom.

All you had to do was get through the weekend, and then the day of your dreams will be all yours. Fuck, you don’t have anything prepared! As you shut the door to your bedroom, you rushed to sit down at your keyboard, turning it on. You pulled out your phone and opened the voice memos app, pressing start and then setting it down. You have to get a good demo down if you want to impress the producers at the studio and book a session there.

You spent all of Saturday and Sunday recording a few of your originals on your phone, taking dozens of takes to make sure each of them was perfect. This is it, it’s your moment.

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Your alarm goes off at 8 am, giving you two hours until you’re meant to meet Greta Van Fleet at the studio. Josh texted you yesterday with the time and address, emphasizing that you shouldn’t overthink it. He knew that you’d be freaking out, and he was right.

You’re hoping that a cool shower will wake you up and help you shake the nerves off. You get up out of bed, rub your eyes, and then grab your towel and walk out of your bedroom to the bathroom.

As the cold water hits your back, you start to think over the day that you have ahead of you. If everything goes the way you planned, then you might leave today with a record deal, or plans to meet up to make a deal. You appreciated Josh’s help so greatly, you really weren’t expecting it. He’s always been so kind to you, more so than the rest, but you figured that it was just the way he was. Now, it feels like he really has your back.

All you had to do was make it through today without any incidents with Sam. You hope that the other guys have already briefed him and told him to be on his best behavior, but you doubt that he’ll abide by that. You can hold your own, though, and you doubt that he’d pull something too obscene while working.

After drying off and getting ready to go, you find that you still have about 20 minutes until you need to leave. To pass the time, you sat down in your bed and opened up Instagram to scroll mindlessly for a little while until you had to drive downtown.

As you scroll down, your eye is caught by a post by The Nashville Fiddle, which is a local magazine. The Fiddle posts mostly about drama and celebrities, and you usually ignore everything they post, since you try not to give gossip the time of day. But this time, your eyes were stuck on their post, with a video of Sam Kiszka, belligerent and wasted outside of a club downtown Saturday night.

In the video, you can see Sam flirting with a girl outside of the club when a big, burly man comes up to him angrily. Clearly, this girl was taken, and her boyfriend was not happy. You can see Sam hollering back at him, getting in his face as he slurs his words before the man takes a large swing at him. Then, you see Danny show up behind him and pull him back, dragging him down the street, far away from the scene.

How could he be so stupid? Flirting with girls with boyfriends is bad enough, but it’s even worse to get into an argument and get caught on camera. He should know that he’s a public figure and that people can spread this kind of stuff around. What was he thinking?

You check the time and see that it’s about time to go, so you grab your tote, pick up your keys, and then head out the door. As you drive downtown, you take a few deep breaths. It’s not a big deal, you tell yourself. Everything will be fine.

Soon enough, you pull into a parking spot in front of the studio and put your car in park. 9:59 am. Just on time. You get out of the car, throw your keys into your bag, and then head toward the front door. After opening the door, you walked in and told the person at the front desk that you were meeting the band, and they directed you to the right studio.

As you enter the studio, you walk in to only find Danny sitting there. He looks up from his drum set and waves, standing up to greet you.

“Hey, Danny… where are the others?” you asked, hugging him and then taking a seat on a chair nearby. Danny lets out a long laugh, trying to compose himself before answering.

“Oh, they are never here on time. This is considered early,” he answers, smiling widely as he goes to sit back down at his set. “I wouldn’t expect any of them for at least another thirty minutes, if not longer.” You laugh along with him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Ah, Josh should have told me! Now I feel embarrassed for being so early,” you say, looking down at your phone for the time. 10:11 am.

“Nah, he just can’t admit that he’s always chronically late. He’s in denial,” Danny jokes. “Do you want anything while we wait? There’s coffee and tea over there.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice actually,” you answered, standing up to walk over to the coffee cart. “I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a morning person.” Daniel laughs, standing up to walk over with you.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever met a jazz player that was,” he says with a smile. “I think it’s just part of your DNA.” You laugh, nodding your head in agreement.

“You might be right. It’s not our fault, we play at night!” you say, pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

“Sam’s the same way, y’know. Stays up ‘til ungodly hours of the night, and then doesn’t roll out of bed until after noon,” he notes, laughing to himself. You laugh awkwardly as you add cream to your cup, cringing at the possibility of having anything in common with Sam Kiszka.

Almost as if he read your mind, Sam walked through the door, sunglasses blocking the dark bags under his eyes. He’s clearly hungover, rubbing his temples as he waltzes over to the cart and grabs the pot of coffee, pouring it into his own cup.

“Rough weekend, Samuel?” you asked teasingly, having already read about his escapades from this weekend. You can see his eyes roll behind the tint of the sunglasses as he takes a sip of his black coffee.

“Don’t start with me today, sweetheart,” he mumbled, pouring more coffee into his cup to make up for what he already drank, and then walking over to the corner to sit down on the sofa. He puts his feet up on the cushions as he takes a sip and then lays his head back against the armrest.

“See what I mean?” Danny asks, laughing as he walks over to his set and starts playing on his own, seemingly practicing. The idea sends a shiver down your spine. Could you and Sam be more similar than you thought? No, no way, you thought to yourself.

Not long after, Josh and Jake walk through the door and things can finally start moving. Josh walks over to make a cup of tea and then takes a seat on a stool, taking a slow sip. You walk over to him, hoping that his usual cheery disposition would calm your nerves.

“Good morning, lovely,” Josh smiled, patting your shoulder softly. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good, I’m good,” you answered nonchalantly with a shy smile.

“Good. We’re still waiting for our manager, Jodie, to arrive, so just hang tight,” he says, taking another sip of his tea.

“Hey, you know what? How about you play us something?” he asks excitedly, his eyes lighting up. “Could be a good way to wake us up, huh?”

Your eyes shoot open, looking around the room at the rest of the guys. Danny is nodding excitedly and Jake walks over to his guitar stand, picking up his Gibson SG and slinging it over his head. Sam isn’t paying attention, his sunglasses have come off and his eyes are shut as he reclines on the couch.

“Well, okay… I guess it couldn’t hurt,” you answered, walking over to Sam’s keyboard next to the drumset. You turn it on and adjust the settings, giving it a funkier sound before taking a deep breath and starting to play.

You decide to play Higher Ground, by Stevie Wonder, falling into the groove of the intro of the song as your fingers move across the keys. Danny’s face lights up as he listens closely to what you’re playing, then starts playing along. Jake follows suit, adding his guitar into the mix, and playing along with you. Of course, everyone knows Stevie Wonder, but being able to play with a band was just so cool to you.

People keep on learnin’

Soldiers keep on warnin’

World keep on turnin’

‘Cause it won’t be too long

Josh sings along, his voice fitting perfectly in the range of the song. The four of you are really grooving now, and it is so fun for you. It’s been years since you’ve played with others, and you loved it.

You watch as Sam lifts his head from the couch, opening his tired eyes to look over at you all. For a moment there, you almost think that he might be smiling, but you shake it off. You’re surprised to see him rise from the couch and walk over, grabbing his Rickenbacker off the stand and putting the strap over his head. Oh, he’s gonna play along…

Sam starts plucking his bass, along with the rest of the song. You knew that they’d all played in jazz bands before, and this song was a staple, but it surprised you how easy it was to join together and play. It was almost like you belonged there.

As you start a short piano solo, their manager walks through the door and sits down on the couch. She seems to nod at you to keep going, so you finish your solo and then end the song. You’re suddenly caught by surprise as Josh starts applauding, smiling widely as he walks over to you. He stands behind you, putting his hands firmly on your shoulders, squeezing them.

“You’re an incredible talent, Y/N, truly,” Josh remarked, smiling from ear to ear as he left your side and went to sit back down. You smile shyly and get up from the bench behind the piano to go sit down on the couch with Jodie. The rest of the guys start talking cacophonously as you start your conversation privately with her.

“It’s true, you’re really good,” she says honestly, reaching out to shake yours. “I’m Jodie, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Oh, you have? Thank you so much, it’s great to meet you. I assume it was Josh who told you about me, he’s the one who invited me today,” you answer, smiling shyly at the compliment.

“I first heard about you from Sam actually… he had a lot to say about your talent on the keys,” she says, catching you completely by surprise. Sam? Is she being serious right now?

“Did he now?... Interesting,” you replied, your tone feigning confidence. “Well, I’m honored to be here today. I’ve been meaning to finally get into a studio here in Nashville.”

“Yes, I heard from Josh that you plan on recording an album of original songs,” Jodie remarks. “I’m happy to have you here! Hopefully, we can get you to work a bit! Not to mention, it’s quite nice to have a bit more of a gender balance.” You laugh together for a moment before she gets up to greet the guys, going over the agenda for the session.

They go through a few new songs, trying to get it all down perfectly. You just sit and watch, absolutely mesmerized by watching the professionals work. You even escaped to the booth for a while to see the mechanics of the equipment, talking to some of the sound techs that work there. It was a really rewarding learning experience for you.

“Okay, that’s a wrap, guys! Good work today, we’ll be back here at the same time on Friday,” Jodie says. “Sam, can you hang back for a sec?” She walks back over to sit next to you on the couch, nodding her head to motion for Sam to join you. Once she’s certain that everyone else has left the studio, she starts talking.

“So, I’ve had an idea. Just hear me out,” she started, somewhat apprehensively. “Y/N, I was thinking about how highly the guys speak about you, and how much untapped talent you have.” Okay… this is getting weird.

“And Sam, I’ve been thinking about ways to improve your public image and get you out of your rut,” she finished, trailing off as she saw Sam’s annoyed expression.

“Okay, first of all, I am not in a rut,” he said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms as he leaned back on the couch.

“That’s not the point,” she snapped back. “My point is that I think I might have thought of a way to solve all of our problems.” You raise your eyebrow at her, still not really understanding what she’s getting at.

“What could possibly solve both of our problems?” you ask suspiciously.

“Like I said, just hear me out…” she says, but Sam interrupts her.

“Jodie, just spit it out already,” he groaned, growing frustrated.

“I think you guys should pretend to date!” she finally spat out, looking nervously at your reactions. Your jaw dropped as she finished her sentence, unsure that you even heard her right. Sam, however, already shot up out of his seat and stood angrily above you both.

“No, fuck no, absolutely not. This is ridiculous,” he starts ranting, but she cuts him off.

“Just listen to me, Sam. You’d improve your reputation by having a charismatic and talented girlfriend, the fans would love her! And Y/N, you’d gain followers and fans for your music career, and our label can get you started in our studio. Boom, both problems are fixed.”

“No! How could I even pretend to be interested in him? It’s impossible,” you complained.

“Woah, okay, try not to sound too disgusted,” Sam said, crossing his arms with a scoff.

“Don’t act like you didn’t react the exact same way, you asshole,” you scoff, staring daggers into him.

“Whatever, it’s not the same thing,” he spits back.

“Whatever, this isn’t productive,” you admit, crossing your arms in your seat.

“Exactly. It won’t even be that bad. Besides, you’re both benefiting here! It’s perfect,” Jodie says proudly.

“Well, I don’t know about perfect, but I guess it does kind of make sense…” you muttered, looking up at Sam nervously. He raised an eyebrow at you, walking toward you.

“You want to be my fake girlfriend, Y/N?” he teased. You roll your eyes and stand up to be more level with him, hating him towering over you.

“Shut up, Sam,” you replied, a hint of pink tinting your cheeks as your eyes locked on his.

“So? You guys are in?” Jodie asked hopefully. You and Sam exchange a look, then look back at her and nod.

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re in,” Sam answered, looking over at you with a smirk before walking toward the door. “Now, are we done here? I’ve got places to be.” You roll your eyes and reach down to grab your bag.

“We’re done here, go,” you mutter, slinging your bag over your arm. Sam walks out the door as quickly as he had came in, and you follow soon after him.

As you drive back home from the studio, you think about all of the day’s events. You almost can’t even believe that you agreed to be Sam’s girlfriend, fake or not. But you have to admit that it’s going to be great for your career, this is exactly the big break you need. You feel confident that her choice to ask you was based on your talent, so the unconventional means of gaining popularity didn’t bother you.

It kind of excited you to be included with such a famous rock band like theirs– going on tour, going to the studio, seeing the magic happen. Having to spend time with Sam was just the price you had to pay to jumpstart your music career and get into the music industry. You’re not sure what type of a commitment this arrangement is going to entail for you, but you’re honestly kind of looking forward to it. You have to admit that “Rockstar’s Girlfriend” kind of has a ring to it.

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chapter two

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rynwritesstuff · 2 years

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My Kind of Woman

Eddie Munson x PlusSize!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Insecurity about weight, reassurance, NSFW, face-riding, oral (reader receiving), Eddie is a thigh guy (change my mind), dirty talk, spanking if you squint, hair pulling, briefly degrading Eddie because he asks you to, Eddie cums in his jeans, praise

After you express anxiety about letting Eddie eat you out, he shows you just how much you and your body turn him on. - Oneshot

(A/N: This is a very personal topic for me as a plus size woman. I'm planning on doing lots more of Eddie and his plus size lady (and some non-smutty Eddie/plus-size gender neutral reader) in the future, but we've all gotta start somewhere! Feedback is appreciated. I hope you guys enjoy this, I tried very hard to make it good for you all <3)

"No," you say. "Absolutely not, Munson."

Your boyfriend is currently following you around his trailer. Wayne isn't home, and you're trying to tidy it up a bit. Eddie's a messy guy. He doesn't mean to be, but he is, and you want to be helpful.

"Why!?" he whines, putting his hands on your hips. Jesus, he's needy today. Well . . . He's needy every day. But he's so close to you, and you can feel his erection through his jeans, and it's honestly making you a bit aroused yourself.

"Because for one, I haven't showered since last night--"

"Don't care--"

"And two, I haven't shaved--"

"Sweetheart," Eddie says firmly. "Look at me."

You turn around with a sigh so that you can look into those pretty brown eyes of his.

"I literally don't care about any of that. I wanna taste you."

"Eddie--"

"You always feel so good when I'm inside of you, and I just wanna--"

"Eddieeee--"

"--You know? Like, the last time we fucked, you were soaked and all I could think about was how fucking good you must taste--"

"Edward!"

He stops. You've got a small, pretty smile on your face. He kisses you, unable to stop himself, and you hum.

"I don't look . . . Good from that angle. You know?" you say. And just like that, his heart breaks. He knows you're a bit bigger than most of the people at school, but he thinks you're so fucking perfect. You're like a goddess, and he would gladly worship you day in and day out.

"Babe . . . " he says softly, sadly as he takes your hands. "I want you so bad. And not just because of how fucking pretty you are, but because you're smart, and funny, and kind, and super fucking cool. This? This amazing body that's all for me? That's just a bonus."

You clench your jaw, looking down. He puts his hand under your chin and tilts your head up so you're looking at him again.

"There's no point in running from it. You're beautiful and perfect, and I'd be in love with you no matter what the fuck you looked like. Got it?"

You nod, not in the mood to argue.

Eddie kisses your forehead. "And if we're being honest here . . ." Eddie starts, ". . . I really would rather you sat on my face. That sounds a lot better than just eating you out."

You're fucking soaked by his words, your core throbbing and flooding.

"I'd crush you, I think," you say. Eddie smiles.

"What a way to go."

You almost want to cry. This man is so sweet and funny and flirty. He always knows exactly what to say in order to make you feel good. You put your hands on his chest.

"Eds . . ."

"Seriously, sweetheart. I want you. All of you. Every curve, every roll, all of it."

You smile softly.

"Yeah?" you ask. Eddie nods, kissing your forehead.

"Yeah, sweetheart."

You're silent for a moment before he pulls you down the hall towards his bedroom. "Can we just try?" he asks. "And if you get uncomfortable, we can stop."

He's asking so nicely, and this does sound really good, and you know your boy always takes such good care of you . . .

You nod, and Eddie practically cheers.

"Yes! Fuck yeah, c'mon," he says.

Eddie tugs his shirt off as he walks, and he lies down on his bed. You shut his bedroom door just in case Wayne does, for some reason, come home several hours early. You pull off your own shirt, revealing your bra, and Eddie smiles fondly as he watches you. You push your pants down next, and your panties follow soon after.

"Fuck," Eddie breathes, pressing his palm down against his crotch for a bit of relief. "You look amazing."

You smile, reaching around to undo your bra.

"Leave it on," he says. "That's such a nice color on you . . . Plus, I think I'd just cum immediately if got to grab your tits and eat you out at the same time."

"Oh my god, Munson," you laugh, shaking your head as you straddle his hips. You roll your body down against his clothed erection, and he immediately grips your hips.

"Shit . . ." Eddie sighs. "Please get up here, I'm literally gonna cum in my jeans if you keep that shit up."

"We haven't even started yet!" you laugh, making your way up his body.

"That's how worked up I am!" Eddie says. Your pussy is just above his face, now, and Eddie is resisting every urge to lean up and just fucking devour you.

He gets a firm grip on your thighs.

"C'mon. Give it to me, baby. I want you."

You take a deep, steadying breath, then lower yourself. Eddie sticks his tongue out and licks a solid stipe through your pussy, and you groan quietly.

Your hands find his long, wavy hair, and you grip it at the root as you lower yourself a bit further.

"Mm, ride my face," Eddie moans. "C'mon. Use me. I want it."

You roll your hips experimentally, and Eddie's eyes flutter shut as you use his mouth, his tongue, as your sex toy.

"Shit," you breathe. "You like this? Like it when I use you?"

Eddie moans, nodding.

"Mm, you know what I wanna hear . . ." he says, and yes, you do know. You smirk, rolling your hips faster.

"Dirty boy," you say, tugging at his hair. "Eating my pussy like you're starving. You look -- mmph -- pathetic . . ."

Eddie's sighing and moaning as he desperately sucks and licks at you. He smacks your thigh.

"More, m-more. Want more of you."

"What do you want me to--?"

Eddie pulls you down so that you're putting more weight on him, and you grip the headboard suddenly.

"Can you breathe!?" you ask, laughing out of surprise.

"Mhm!" Eddie says as he gives you a quick thumbs-up. You smile as you begin to roll your hips again. You love it when he's in these moods: All bossy and needy.

"Shit, ohmygod . . . So good, Eds . . . Gonna cum on your tongue!"

Eddie says something that sounds a lot like "Do it, baby!" and you grind down on him faster.

"Fuck, naughty boy. Begging for me to cum in your mouth . . ."

Eddie lets out a soft chuckle, his nails digging int your thighs.

You feel your climax building, building, building, and then--

"Fuck!" you cry out, tears of pleasure filling your eyes. "Ohhhh, yes . . ."

You cum, and Eddie drinks it all down, licking at your entrance as he lets out soft moans. He loves you so much. So, so much, and he'll gladly take anything you want to give him.

You get off of him and sit beside him. His cheeks are red, and his mouth is wet and glossy with your arousal. He looks up at you, a blissed-out smile on his face.

"I came in my jeans," he admits softly. You gently push his bangs off of his sweaty forehead.

"Yeah?" you ask quietly. "Want me to clean you up?"

His eyes practically roll back as he hums at the thought of your mouth on him right now.

You chuckle.

"I'll take that as a yes?"

"Mm. Mhm. Give me a kiss first, though."

You press your lips against his firmly, and you taste yourself on him. It's more erotic than it should be.

"You're the best. So fucking pretty," Eddie says, drunk off your pussy. You give his head a gentle shake.

"Stay with me, baby," you tease. You kiss his forehead. "You did so well, Eds."

He smiles up at you boyishly, and you squeeze his cheek before moving down his body.

"Let me return the favor."

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seancekitsch · 1 year

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could I please request a hughie campbell smut? with the reader being morally gray (kind of like billy) but hughie being kind of her soft spot + some smut with bottom!hughie + some of the boys teasing reader for having a soft spot for hughie

okay its not explicitly smut but its def heavily talking about the smut happening idk i think it works but i did not follow the prompt well i am sorry for that

It’s not that Hughie tries to eavesdrop, really, it’s not. But none of his friends are exactly subtle unless their lives depend on it, and even then that’s not always a guarantee.

It starts when he hears Annie drag you aside when they’re all drinking at the flatiron building. It’s only two months after she moved out all of her stuff from their shared apartment to her dream one. The one on her vision board from her teen years.

“Look, this isn’t because I’m his ex,” she starts, and you nod before sipping your beer, understandingly, “But Hughie?”

You smile at the mere mention of his name.

“I mean, I thought him and Butcher would get together before you and him.”

It’s then that you splutter against the rim of your bottle.

“He’s not- We’re not- not yet I mean but-“ you can’t find the words. Hughie finds it adorable how flustered you can get, it’s just rare someone other than him can make you this way.

“It’s okay,” Annie tries to soothe you, “I give my blessing. You know I love you both.”

Hughie figures this whole exchange makes sense. Annie loved him with her whole being for two whole years, she knows him better than most people, the only other person being Robin. She knows what he looks like when he’s falling for someone; he’s just happy she’s still looking out for him. Another act of love.

Hughie closes his eyes in the elevator.

“Fuck yeah, babe,” you whine, thighs straining as you push yourself up and down on his cock, your hand wrapping around his throat.

“Please,” you beg, but for no one. Hughie has given you full control in this situation. He wants you to take what you want from him and he gives it all so willingly.

The ding of the elevator snaps him from his memory.

All of you are already arguing in what is the makeshift meeting room, with you and Frenchie arguing both verbally and signing to keep Kimoko up to date when your mouths move faster than she cares to read. From what he can see, you and MM are covered in blood and mad as fuck about it, with Butcher and Maeve charactersitically nonchalant about it, but Annie, Frenchie and Kimoko being upset for you.

“C’mon you can’t be mad at me for my methods, Bill,” you exclaim, “You’re the one that taught me!”

It’s clear immediately that you and MM are mad for different reasons.

“I’m not mad at that, its just, do you have to make such a fuckin show of yourself?” Billy relents.

“Show? Show?! You’re kidding, right?”

MM stops his raving to listen to you.

“You’re the one that sent me and M in there and told me to act like a supe. You practically begged me to make a show. You wanted me to do that.”

“You fuckin told her to do that?” MM shouts, and the fighting begins again.

Hughie clears his throat and tries to break the insane tension.

“Lets agree to give everyone the intel next time?” he offers, knowing it lets you off the hook and gets everyone to stop screaming.

You immediately move a bit closer to him, whispering a thanks before you slink off to clean your face.

Kimiko approaches Hughie almost immediately after.

‘Some blood on you too’ she signs, and at his confused look, she presses her thumb to his neck and rubs it slightly. When nothing comes off on her fingers, her eyes widen slightly.

“What?” Hughie asks, but Kimiko only smiles as her eyes widen further and she runs off towards Frenchie.

It wouldn’t be until he got himself into the bathroom later that he would realize there was a monster sized hickie on his neck.

The rest of them realized when Maeve finally said something. You had walked in like normal, fifteen minutes and thirty agonizing seconds after Hughie just like normal. Your black eye hidden by big sunglasses anyone else would assume was for a hangover and a tray of Starbucks in your hand as you strut comfortably into the building you used as headquarters. Your ride up the elevator was uneventful, thoughts of the bruises on your inner thighs caused by Hughie and not at all by anything nefarious. You shifted carefully on legs still sore from riding him all night as the elevator opened again.

“And Hughie’s owner finally arrives!” Maeve shouts, the heat draining from your face. You step out of the elevator before it brings you back down again to see Hughie pale as if the pigmentation of his skin left him completely.

“What?” Maeve asks, fake shock on her features, “Like we didn’t all know?”

Annie and Kimiko share a look, they know, of course they did. Butcher is the first to react.

“You two?”

“Really?” Frenchie asks, but its all in jest because its clear Kimiko filled him in.

“Never thought you’d go for crazy," MM remarks, but then shrugs as if he's had his own thoughts on this all along. Hughie take you in like its the first time seeing you again, removing your sunglasses to reveal swollen and punched eyes and wounds definitely inflected on you by someone else that a Forensic Files episode would tell you were made in defense of their life and he can't think of anything more beautiful despite how fucked up it might be.

"I've got your coffee," you announce, not at all reacting to anyone else in the room, your eyes trained only on Hughie.

#hughie campbell x reader

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sir-phillip-crane · 2 years

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I'm glad I asked! I want to double check with you if the prompt is ok. It's Headcanons of how would Scanlan, Percy, and Vax react to waking up on their crush's lap because he was so tired that he just fell asleep after a mission so they decided to let him take a nap? Does it makes sense XD

FUCK YEAH BABE. i had so much damn inspo - hope you enjoy!!!

requests open!

reblogs > likes!!!

Scanlan

Honesty, he’s not at all used to being tired and drained after missions. He’s crucial to the party but, hey, he keeps his energy up all the time for performing – he only really crashes after nights spent with his escapades.

But shit, this mission? He had to preform for twenty hours straight. No breaks, no nothing.

By the time he’s done, he’s so tired Pike has to carry him into the cart. Sure, she kinda tosses him in the corner and goes to talk to Grog, but it’s the thought that counts or something.

You go to check on the barely awake Scanlan and get him to drink something.

He barely manages a “hey babe…” before he’s got his head on your lap and arms around your waist – and is out fucking cold.

Percy and Pike are taking turns driving and Pike warns VM that you’re in for a long night – even if you guys travel all night, it’s still about another two days travel back to the keep.

From there, Kiki and Vex will start to argue about how they could have used Kiki’s tree spell, but no Kiki is too attached to the horses to leave them.

Admittedly, it’s entertaining to watch them bicker and passes the time… because Scanlan doesn’t wake up until noon the next day.

“’Sup darlin’… how long was I out for?”

He’s definitely the least embarrassed of anybody in this position. Waking up in his crush’s lap? That’s a win.

Now, despite the fact that he was the one out cold, he’ll insist that he was only tired because everything you two did last night ;)))))

And Vex immediately yells “oh, you mean all the snoring? Sounds tiring.”

“Shut up Vex!”

“You shut up, Scanlan!!”

They’ll argue for a little bit about the events of last night, until Scanlan wraps it up with a “Screw you, feather head!”

And with that, he will absolutely come and sit on your lap and complain more and more about Vex and how she’s always wrong.

Percival von Keysmash

At this point, Percy has been up for seventy two hours straight. The mission to handle the Briarwoods weighed pretty hard on him for obvious reasons.

It’s going on seventy three hours when you manage to lure him to the temporary bedroom Cassandra has put you up in.

He’s very, insanely insistent on staying awake. He’s got things to do. He’s gotta figure out Ripley’s gun. He’s gotta make more ammo for his pepperbox. He’s gotta work on Bad News. He’s gotta… He’s gotta…

You knew Percy well enough to know that when he’s like this, there’s no changing his mind.

So you simply sat down on the bed and opened up a book you found. It’s a fairytale that you, personally, aren’t that familiar with.

You read it out loud – it’s a story of a man who follows Death into the afterlife and, when looking at the people there, notices animals in their garments and their faces covered.

Death explains to the man that the masquerade is the life humans life and the animals represent shame and such.

By now, Percy’s come to bed and has put his head on your lap as you read to him. You put your hand in his hair and comb his messy hair.

(The fairy tale is #7, “on the last day”, if yall are interested. But the rest are cool too. https://listverse.com/2017/12/22/10-obscure-and-deeply-odd-fairy-tales-written-by-hans-christian-andersen/)

You’re barely another sentence in by the time he starts snoring, one of his hands grabbing yours and the other around your thigh.

It’s not until the next morning when he wakes up. He’s still tired af and sort of loopy, just keeping his head there for a minute before asking “…What day is it?”

You tell him that it’s Winterscrest and there’s some festivities planned for the day.

He lays there a little while, wondering if he wants to get up and deal with VM and his sister or just… lay in bed and enjoy the view of the snow from the warmth of bed.

The latter is absolutely, 50000% his choice.

He does apologize for trapping you in bed all night, and if you’d like to go out to Winterscrest then he won’t make you stay.

You simply invite him under the covers and ask if he wants to go back to sleep or talk.

He insists its up to you; he’s just happy that you’re both there and safe.

Vax’ildan

Let’s be real. Vax has been taking care of him and Vex and Trinket for years. He’s used to being the one to make sure Vex gets enough sleep and eats and covers her arm for recoil when shooting.

Even as VM formed, he got used to making sure everybody was okay. Making sure Grog got to bed after getting drunk af. Making sure Scanlan didn’t play too long and injure his wrist or fingers. Etc etc

Vex has taken care of him pretty often too, but she knows he’s not used to being the one who needs taken care of.

So when a mission ends with a warlock casting a sickness spell on Vax and Pike isn’t around to heal him, he’s not doing great.

Percy insists on keeping you all at an inn until they can get Pike or another healer powerful enough to help there.

You’re worried as hell, but Keyleth insists that, since you don’t know what it is or if it’s contagious, that VM should stay out of there to the best of their abilities.

Well, Vex isn’t gonna listen.

And, not that the advice is given to him, but Vax won’t either.

He’s dosed up on herbs and medicine that Vex hoped would help and he’s loopy as all shit.

His entire life he’s gotten used to sneaking around so his mama didn’t catch him, so Vex didn’t, so his horrid father didn’t.

So he sneaks out of his room with ease and comes to see you.

He’s in your room without any noise and easily could have stayed hidden, or greeted you with something better than a dazed “heyyyyyyyyy…..”

You know he’s sick, and you know it might get you sick, but he reaches out and will kinda grab at you without moving; “grabby hands.”

Very. Insistent. Grabby hands.

You’ll let him lay down and he passes out the second his head is on your chest.

It isn’t much later when Pike gets there and easily finds where Vax has gone. A few healing spells and prayers to Sarenrae and he seems so much better.

She knows the spell cast on him and gives you a quick run down; not contagious. It’s a blood thing that “thickens” the blood and so it is harder for the blood to be pumped through the body.

(I made that up on the fly, I know it doesn’t make sense)

A quick spell or two ‘thins’ the blood back to the way it should be. He’s just tired and should be good the next morning.

She’s got things to do, she’s basically the champion of the Everlight, so she’ll give both you and Vax quick forehead kisses before leaving.

Vax wakes up with the sun, something that he’s done basically every day of his life. Usually, he’ll get up and stretch and make a healthy meal. Some yoga, maybe some singing to warm up his voice.

Today it’s just “…oh gods, what did I do last night???” He’s blushy and embarrassed, assuming he had gotten drunk and succeeded in bedding you. “I’m as bad as Scanlan-”

You cut him off and explain, no, there was the warlock that hit him with a spell and it got him sick, but Pike visited and he’s better now.

“So, I was sick… Explains why I’m so tired…” And he’ll nuzzle against your neck and stay like that, pretty comfy and happy.

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thebluespacecow · 9 days

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HII!!! HELLO!!! how are you babe? Sending you the ask and returning the favor! please infodump on me 💪💪💪

I've listed some specific ocs but honestly you can tell me everything about everyone and I'll listen happily

1 to Kai and Rae? 3 and 4 for Lauma and Nora? Ah! 10 for Kai! 17 and 18 for Eliza 😏 21 for Greg. 22 for Eliza and Nickole. 26 and 27 for Lauma again. Ah! 28 for Kai! 30 for Kai and Rae? Mmm and 34 and 35 for Pandora >:]

Many thanks, beloved mutual

Hii??? Hello? What are you doing in my house. I've never thought about any of this, actualy.

Lets...do improv then? Bonkers. o7

1. are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most? (Kai and Rea)

Huh. Honest to god i'd have an answer for any other but these two. Both of them are shades of blue (diffrent kinds, Kai is so much more electrifying and Rea is more desaturated and warm for their species), as per their skin, but whenever i draw them i have to fight the urge to dress them in yellow.

So.

Rea is a honey mellon yellow, leaning into green like leaves in the coming of fall.

Kai is ether a cool (both terms apply) black or the same glow in the dark yellow as her eyes?

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon? (Lauma Skujiņa, Nora Odera)

Lauma has her fists and a trust in her bones not to break and nothing else. (Her quirk, it's her quirk, she's shattering walls with it)

Nora? Nora Odera? Sickly insane lady? Babes, she takes a needle to her skin and carves at her own flesh. The only thing she's fighting is time. (Although you can argue that it's stuburnence)

4. how crafty/resourceful are they? (Lauma Skujiņa, Nora Odera)

For Lauma there is always some way to get out of a sittuation. Be it handeling awkward silence over coffee and cakes with people she dosn't realy know, or having to ease the quiet sobs of a child lerning to fear death while the weight of a building is on her sholders. She's lerned to go through most things with an ease and grace sometimes simply lerned in the moment.

Nora is...she's messy. Right below her surfice she is messy and volatile and so, so deeply tierd. Though, if you can give her enough time then anything can be taken care of. If she can be given the chance to stress over her short future to sickening detail, then she can give quick resolutions to issues after long thought.

10. if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem? (Kai)

Oh, big, big fan of jewlery. One of the few little things they're openly an enjoyer of. Got their ears pearced at the same time as the rest of the littles from their home, but unlike the rest, they continued getting little, cool metals for their ears. All hand made. By themselves or their sister or heirlooms from people before them. A good gift for them are rings that curl around the finger, which are, sure, not Practical (hard metals on your flesh in permanently cold places are an insane thought) but why else do you think teenagers stuff their full fists in their pockets?

17. how did they spend their summers/free time as a child? (Eliza Martins...oh boy :|)

Like a duckling she'd follow around Dick when both of them are home for summer. Cry when Bruce sudgested she go to some rich kid summer camps to skatch and paint and draw in pretty places with other kids. Things like that would never pan out. If obe of them had a specific camp they would genuenly enjoy (all of which Bruce did extensive reserch for), then both of them had to go. And if not tailing Dickie? She'd pick weeds and water gardens with Alfred, lern the little things only people with decades of expiriance can show.

18. their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing? (Eliza Martins)

Mmmmm....hmmmm....

Well.

Okay, this is something that has been bouncing around the back of my brain for however long i've had Eliza. So. So like. She had the same morals instiled as every bat. Of course she had. But, sadly, her morals do not matter in any of this. Never had. She functions on rules set for her by a being far older than time. She will do as things must be done and if she feels guilt or remorse-does not matter. This isn't an always thing. She is also put in situations where her best answer is the only one she's given, so it's not all always violence and murder from the get go. It's just that she wouldn't have a say in it if it was.

21. their favorite place to be? (Gred James)

Hm. His living room. Preferibly by himself. Preferibly with a warm tea and phisicaly heavy food. Preferibly in silence.

22. do they sleep well at night? (Nickole Moor, Eliza Martins<3)

Eliza is hit with the smell of home and a soft pillow and is out like a fucking light. No dreams, little nightmares. And if there are? Far too vivid to not be hounting in a way that only drains her more than she rests.

Nickole sleeps at odd hours. She has a genuen job, works actual hours (sure, she's in charge of them, but motherfucker needs shit to do to not go insane), so she should sleep more than she does. But there is always something to do. She likes doing things, she has passion for her craft, she knows that her cervices are needed for many in ways she may not even fuly know. So she works, late into the night. But her actual sleep? Bristles at any little sound and has nighmares and will call Jason at fucked hours if need be.

26. how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids? (Lauma Skujiņa)

Lauma has truly buil herself for fighting. She is tall and she is lean. Controled hands and steady feet, so much of how she moves is so terribly aware. Things like that have been dictated by her quirk, things like that have been formed because of how her skin tugs at scars of past mistakes as she moves. Quiet reminders as to why she is like this now.

27. if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch? (Lauma Skujiņa)

Too tall for football, too dissinterested in basketball. 👍

28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone? (Kai)

With tough love. They bully their friends into taking care of themseles, drag them to bed, keep them under Kais body weight so they don't leave. They curl their tail around loved ones when something feels off, or when they've fallen asleep on their sholder. All little things, soft and small toutches full of radiating warmth, or tenderly hand crafted jewlery. Stuff as such.

30. do they smell like anything notable? (Kai and Rea)

I so, so genuenly do not know. Think of snowey hills and warm cotton socks, and the sent cats leave on beds. Maybe you'll get there.

34. how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are. (Pandora)

She lies. Every new name a new story to weave. So little of who she is will ever be tangable in the words she's been using to tell about herself to whoever. A diffrent person gets a diffrent lie. All of them running so deep and so old that they may as well have shaped history.

35. do they ever return home? (Pandora)

It's no longer there. It never again will be.

#So!#Two hours it's been or something?#i genuenly cannot remember my own name after this #Who Am I #Thank you for this one #o7 #I am sick from my own words #eugh #i'll post brfors my fucking phone dies babes #<3 #ap rambles #ocs #all of em #just list all of em #dawn posts #asks

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Is there any chance you can do a fluff Shane Walsh alphabet now so we have the set? Pleeease?

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I would absolutely love,love,love to do this and I'm here for matching sets, lets be real. It would've driven me nuts to not have both sides of the coin so thank you, thank you, thank you for sending me this!

warnings ;

I kind of delved into Shane's upbringing here and there so tw for shitty fathers / anger issues / drinking and hints of emotional abuse at the hands of a parent. It is v.v vague though, so hopefully, nobody's put off.

taglist ;

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{ graphic by me with help from pinterest + google images. jsyk. }

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

--- Shane is very affectionate, however... He's been through a lot in his life so it takes a while -a really long while, for that affection to show itself in more obvious ways. He sticks to smaller gestures. Maybe fond teasing, checking on a person to make sure they're doing the bare minimal to take care of themselves, lingering hugs and forehead kisses, ahhh.. Always has his arm around you when he's really starting to open up, that's one of the first tells.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

--- Protective but with a side of realism. He will protect his best friends with his life. He'll help them out any way he can, but.. If you want a yes-man and not the blunt and honest truth, it's not advised to befriend this man, because if you're being fucking stupid, he's going to tell you that you're being fucking stupid and he won't mince words or be gentle about it either. He's also v. argumentative, stubborn and a bit of a practical joker. The argumentative and stubborn parts are the ones you need to know about the most, however. Because he'll argue with a goddamn brick wall if you let him. A friendship with him probably started from a rivalry, tbh. I feel like he's made a lot of friends this way, he has to test a person through and through first.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

--- Shane loves to cuddle. He'd rather die than admit it -toxic masculinity victim right here, writer feels as if his father drilled all sorts of toxic shit into his head like it's not manly to cry or cuddle or talk feelings, etc and this was a huge factor in the dark turn he took, but anyway... He loves to cuddle and when you finally get him used to being allowed to do it / ask for it whenever he wants it, I feel like it'll look something like -> this or this, depending.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

--- He does. He really does. He's all about that domestic life, the only problem here is, he's got the wrong mindset, hence the reason he has so much trouble actually finding a person worthy of it. He's a damn good cook, neatness and cleaning however... Not his strong suit. He's not messy chaos, he's just not overly tidy, either. As long as he can find something, he doesn't worry too much about it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

--- Whew.. Okay, so breaking up. If he's breaking up with you, he's reached the absolute end of the line, the rope and his patience. That or he's afraid he's losing you anyway and he's trying to avoid any extra pain. I feel like at first, he'd avoid them. But you can only avoid a person for so long, right? When the confrontation finally occurs, he'd be short and blunt and to the point. He'd listen to his partner, he'd try to talk things out, but if his mind is made up and he's already in the avoiding you stage, the latter isn't always going to happen. The quicker he can get through the pain of doing this, the better for him because this asshole does not handle emotional pain well, not at all, not even slightly.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

--- He absolutely loves the idea of belonging to someone and having someone belong to him. He longs for it, I think this is a huge factor as to why he spiraled so far out of control and things for him turned to a shit show at the end. I feel like he'd probably hold off upwards of a year (in a normal setting) and he'd want to live with his partner a little bit first just to make damn sure you're going to be compatible. (in an apocalyptic setting) he'll move quicker because he just wants something of his own, he wants his person and he doesn't want to wait around so long that something horrible happens to him or to you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

--- hahahaha omg, okay. So this man is not gentle at all emotionally. He was probably raised by a v.v old school -read, drunken asshole, borderline abusive and emotionally stunted, father who drilled into his head that men don't do certain things at all and being gentle is one of those things. He will try to be gentle with the person he loves, however, but it's something he has to actively make an effort to do -though if he really loves someone, he doesn't mind doing it. Physically, -especially if you're smaller or he feels you're weaker and you need it, this man is the epitome of gentle to an extent. If he loves you and he cares at all, he's fucking treating you with kid gloves. The only exception to this is when he's angered. If he's angered though, and he really cares and he doesn't feel desperate or backed to a corner, he'll still do everything in his power to keep treating you gentle.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

--- He likes them but.. only if he really knows the person in question. He's not the kind of man who likes strangers touching him for no goddamn reason. He'll hug those he cares about a lot. I mean, a lot. Because it's his way to tell them how he feels. His hugs are tight and engulfing, he'll melt into you or let you melt into him, and his hands are all over you. They linger for what feels like an eternity too.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

--- It takes him a while. Sometimes this tends to frustrate his lovers/partners. But he's gotta be sure he feels some kind of way and you feel that way back. he doesn't like empty words or gestures.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

--- He has such a huge jealous streak, holy shit. He lingers, his hands are all over you, he's shooting the other person dirty looks til they feel like they need to fuck off like five minutes ago. He'll fight in a heartbeat if he feels like the other person is trying to threaten or harm you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

--- Ugh oh my god. So he likes to grab your jawline or your face and rest his hands on either side of it (or the column of your neck) and just really get in there, y'know? All this and he's got you as close as he can get you to him. He bites and sucks your lips til they might bruise. He will stray from there and leave a line of lil kisses and nips down your neck. His go to kissing places are the back of your shoulder, your neck, your lips, your forehead and the tip of your nose while he's holding both of your hands. He loves lip kisses. And shoulder kisses, god, if you kiss this man and lean against him from behind, he's fucking putty in your hands.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

--- He's pretty good with kids. The baby-babies kind of freak him the fuck out though because they're so smalll and fragile and there's so much shit that can accidentally go wrong to hurt 'em. But the slightly older ones? Amazing, he's amazing with them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

--- considering he hates getting up early, it's spent cuddled into bed with him, a tangle of limbs and sheets. When you finally emerge from the bed blanket and body burrito cocoon you had going on, then the two of you cook breakfast together and you have to start this man a pot of black coffee otherwise, your hash browns are getting sugared and your pancake batter is salted.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

--- Eating together, whether it be takeout or something one of you has cooked. Afterwards, you'll probably wind up cuddling on the couch to watch tv / talk or read. Then he's all about sharing a shower or bath, like.. it just feels so good to touch you, he loves touching this is his love language, fight me. Anyway, after this, you're cuddling in bed and maybe other bedtime activities (if those didn't happen on the couch in the tub/shower or on the damned kitchen counter oops rip). if you have kids together, he likes to cuddle with them and read/make up stories to tell them to put them to sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

--- He reveals everything about himself slowly. Very, very slowly. And it takes a while for him to get comfortable enough to do it, it's not a quick process at all and sometimes, holy shit, it can feel like pulling teeth.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

--- Shane is not exactly known for his patience, we'll be honest. He tries to change for the people he cares about the most, but beyond that, he's a quick tempered son of a bitch most of the time.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

--- He remembers everything, even things you don't realize he remembers. Which is like.. It's something that'll blow you away when you realize this man is a huge fucking sap when it comes to the person he loves.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

--- Probably something random like a really bad date or the time the Bronco ran out of gas on some backroad on a cold night and then the battery died so you had to cuddle in the backseat because we all know... body heat = warmth.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

--- Really, really protective. Almost too protective. He's always nearby, especially in his apocalypse form, he's always watching, always teaching you how to defend yourself or shoot a weapon or build a fire, anything he can do to make sure you stay alive and you can defend yourself if by chance he happens not to be around. In normal settings, he's the guy who watches your drink when you make a bathroom run at the bar, he's the guy who will pick you up no matter what time it is if you're too drunk to drive, he's the guy who will threaten an ex who won't take the hint with a gun, he will fight for you, he will pretty much die for you if it means you live and you're safe. He wants the same in return but he's a pessimist, so he never expects to receive it.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

--- He's middle of the road on this. But he always does / buys you something he knows you want and sometimes it's something you haven't even really mentioned to him to begin with, he's just picking up on little hints you've given silently and subtly, he's that observant. Everyday tasks he's a little more laid back unless it's something to do with his Mossberg, his home or his Bronco. Because he enjoys working with his hands and outdoor sports.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

--- Jealousy, I mean that one is obvious. Over reacting and losing his temper over something too easily when he's had a bad day. Fighting / brawling, Saying harsh things -that half the time he doesn't really mean, in the heat of the moment.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

--- He's not really into the whole looks thing. Man doesn't really care to take the time to be 'pretty' he just kind of is.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

--- Depends on how much you mean to him, to be honest.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

--- I'm just going to say it now. I firmly feel that his father was probably a drunk, burnt out football player who wanted to make the big time but an injury stopped him. He drilled very toxic shit into Shane's head from a young age and when Shane suffered an injury that ended his own football/baseball career, his father was the first one to point out how worthless he was. And this only grew worse when he became a cop with Rick. Shane's father was probably a habitual flyer down at the drunk tank / general lockup, I feel like the man was just.. Not a good one. I feel like his mother died when Shane was a bit younger, so it was just the two men. I feel like he and Rick became friends in high school and Rick's family sort of adopted him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

--- He hates when someone won't meet him halfway in terms of effort made. Lying pisses him off. He really doesn't like being in a position where he has to lie either.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

---Sleeps bare ass naked.

#shane walsh #shane walsh imagine #shane walsh headcanons #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh x fem!reader #shane walsh fanfic

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beginning - previous - next

you moved upstate, so typically now

[???] So, what happened after that? They just kept arguing?

[SAM] No, I gave them the money, if only to shut them up.

[???] Honestly, Sam, you’re always the one to do the right thing for all the wrong reasons.

[SAM] Them having milk wasn’t my priority; people were beginning to stare. I’m not getting recognized at a fucking Walgreens. I might as well get caught smoking crack.

[SAM] I mean, no offence to crackheads—

[???] Or Walgreens

[SAM] —or Walgreens, but I’d rather not get papped refilling a prescription. Everyone already thinks my family is insane thanks to my dad.

[???] Harsh.

[SAM] I mean, yeah, but that’s the way the press thinks, so . . . Fuck, I just wanted to go somewhere. I never go anywhere, I get everything delivered.

[LIAM] If you wanna go somewhere, tonight’s Y2K night at ROXIE’S. You’re always welcome.

[SAM] Y2K night? Are you supposed to dress up or whatever? Because absolutely not.

[???] No, they just play a bunch of Kylie Minogue. C’mon! It’ll be fun! It’s March Break.

[SAM] It’s called reading week and I have a ton of papers to grade. Turns out not taking my meds for almost a week torpedoes my productivity. Who would’ve guessed?

[???] The girls are dying to meet you, just sayin’. [HE LOWERS HIS VOICE] Also the DJ there . . . so hot. I spoke to him one time. He’s so sweet, but he’s built like a fucking lineman.

[SAM] Is this supposed to make me wanna go?

[???] Oh, please, you don’t have to be such a Goddamn virgin all the time.

[SAM] I’m not a virgin, I’ve fucked—

[???] Um, sir, the proper term is to make love.

[SAM] [SCOFFS] Okay, then I guess I am a virgin if that’s the standard. Like . . . ?

[SAM] I don’t know why you’re wasting your time trying to convince me, Liam.

[LIAM] Because you’re my friend. You’ve been moping around your apartment all month. Enjoy yourself, babe. Life is too short for bullshit.

#warwick.story #chapter three #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 edit #ts4 screenshots #ts4 royalty #ts4 monarchy #ch: liam #ch: sam #✨

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Don’t Go

Season One Sam Winchester X Third Person Fem

Based off Season One Sam

*One shot, angst, a lot of fluff, vulnerable Sam*

WC: 2.3k

They knew each other for years. Or did they really? They became fairly close friends in the tenth grade, but only for about half of the school year as he ended up leaving with no warning in sight. They hung out every chance they got. Him making excuses that he needed to help her with history homework. Her making the excuses that she needed to help him with art homework. They would sit next to each other in every class they had together. If they didn’t have the class together they would sit with one another’s best friend and talk about one another, his being his brother and hers being her best friend since the second grade.

She came to school one day looking forward to her second class as that was her first class of the day with him. Though she walked in and he wasn’t there. She thought to herself, maybe he’s just late, though he never was. As time went by in class she grew more and more worried. The bell rang and she thought maybe he was coming in later that day, possibly due to a doctors appointment or something. The entire day went on, with each passing class going slower and slower as in each class he never showed. The days went by, her realizing that he’s never coming back.

In todays time, she works at a local bar, as a bartender. Days dragging on, working day by day for tips and minimum wage. Everything is the same, each day. It was a lonely, dark, rainy night. The bar was hectic, tons of people everywhere, but lonely. She grew in her days by herself, no company, no friends, as her best friend since the second grade moved away after highschool for college. As the night drags on, taking orders, making drinks, taking shit from restless drunks, everyone blurs together. Until she hears two brooding voices arguing as they approach the bar. “I don’t see why you always have to pick the music,” one says in a whiny, sarcastic manner.“I don’t see why you always have to complain,” the other says back. As they sit at the bar she hears one clear their throat. “Hey babe, whiskey on the rocks.” he says as he gently, but also somehow harshly, pounds his open hand on the bar counter.

She turns around to be faced with two attractive men. One slightly taller than the other. The taller one with long, shaggy hair, with hazel eyes. The other with short, almost spiky hair, with gorgeous green eyes. “Would it hurt you to say please,” she says as she turns away to make his drink; thinking to herself they both look somewhat familiar. The taller one saying nothing the entire time, and the shorter one giving a huff. She turns and gives him his drink, he thanks her with a wink. She rolls her eyes as she looks to the other tall one. “Anything I can get you?”

“Uh, no I’m okay for now thank you,” he replies with a small closed smile. “How about a nice hot coffee, look a little tired there.”

“Uhm yeah sure, I am pretty tired. My brother and I just came off a long straight through twenty-two hour road-trip”. She furrows her brows, thinking to herself, who in their right mind would do a twenty-two hour road-trip with no breaks. She turns around without questioning him and starts brewing his coffee. “Yknow, you look kind of familiar.” the one with piercing green eyes states. “Oh yeah? How so?” she asks and she turns around and leans onto the bar counter in front of them. “Look like a girl that used to hang out with my brother here, everyday in highschool. Sammy here used to make excuses to hang out with her everyday.”

“I did not make excuses Dean, they were feasible reasons.” the tall one, now known as Sammy, exclaims trying to defend himself. She raises her eyebrows, in a mix of confusion, hurt, shock, and excitement. “Sammy? As in like Sam Winchester?” The two boys look at each other and then back at her. Dean looks back at Sam, “Seems like you two have some catching up to do. I’m gonna go find my dinner for tonight.” he says as he stands up grabbing his glass and taking it with him.

The two of them now seemingly alone in a bustling bar. Making eye contact, feeling like their the only two there. She breaks the eye contact by walking away from the bar and going into the back. Sam left in confusion. Minutes pass, seeming like hours. She comes back to the front of the bar, missing her apron, but with a jacket in hand as she takes a seat next to him. Looking at him, with what seems like aching and kindling eyes all at the same time. “I never thought I would see you again.” she says in a soft voice, so soft you could barely here her over all the other people. “I’m sorry.” he says with pleading, almost puppy dog like eyes. “That’s not enough.” she states as she grabs her jacket. She feels a sudden soft but jarring sensation on her arm. His hand. Holding onto her arm. She looks at him, having the same upset look she had, and him with his puppy dog eyes. As she slightly rolls her eyes, she takes her seat back down next to him.

“I know, I should’ve told you. It was so sudden and my dad didn’t like me talking with you, it was too hard to try and explain to you within a few hours.” She looks at him with cold, anguished eyes, “Sam, you left me. Confused, hurt. Even scared at first. I thought you might’ve died. It wasn’t fair Sam. We were supposed to be best friends.” she said with a satirical tone, that also sounded somewhat depressed. “I still can’t even explain it to you. It just-“ she cuts him off.

“Why can’t you tell me Sam, it’s been how many years? I think I’m owed and explanation.” she crosses her arms, now seemingly more pissed off than anything. “I can’t tell you because I can’t trust that you won’t end up getting hurt from it.” he says with a truthful, serious tone. “That I’m gonna get hurt? Dissapearing for years, twenty-two hour road-trips, people getting hurt? The hell did you get into.” He shakes his head in disbelief, “It’s too much for you to know, I can’t trust to tell you everything and then I disappear again.”

“Why would you have to disappear again Sam, we’re adults. I was supposed to be your best friend.” she says in a deep sigh. “You know what, this is too much, you’re right.” she gets up, grabbing her jacket once more and putting it on in a hurry and almost rushing outside to get away from him. Just as she leaves the door, Dean approaches Sam. “What was that all about, what’d you screw up this time?” As Sam explains to him, Dean raises both his eyebrows and lets out a sigh, “It’s up to you Sammy, but if I were you, I wouldn’t let this one get away.” he states as he pats him on the back and walks away to a booth with two pretty girls. Sam takes a deep breath as he hurries out the door, swinging his head side to side looking desperately for where she went.

He sees her, already far off into the dark night. He chases after her, pacing himself to not seem like some psycho trying to kidnap a girl. He announces himself by clearing his throat as he slows himself by her side and fixing his hair with a quick brush of his hand. She glances and him and seemingly ignores him as she keeps walking. He sighs, almost defeated. “Please, give me one more chance to make this right.” he says as he steps in front of her, with his hands up to stop her, gently grabbing each of her shoulders, looking at her once more with those puppy dog eyes. She ever so slightly does her classic eye roll, with a sigh that turns into a small smile, “What’s the excuse now, Sammy?” He gives a small smile back to her, “Walk with me to my motel, I’ll explain everything on the way.” he holds his hand out to her, genuinely making a brave move, as he never does but decided to with her. She keeps her small smile as she takes his hand.

As they walk to his motel, Sam explains the life him and Dean have been living. Even before he met her. How him and Dean have been fighting literal monsters since they can remember. How he regrettable left college to help Dean find their Dad. How many people he’s lost. How many times he and Dean have almost lost each other, or have lost each other. Her being in disbelief this entire time and shedding a few tears when his story got really personal. Shedding a few more tears when she realizes he’s never got to live a normal life. As they reach the motel, they stand outside as it starts to pour rain. “Spend the night? As we always wished when we were younger.” he suggests, almost begging. She looks around, like if she had any second thought, just wanting to make it seem like she wasn’t so desperate to hang out with her old friend, who was secretly her crush. “Why not.” she gives a small shrug as she follows Sam inside.

There’s a long moment of silence, as she takes in the small motel room, sharing two beds. One made neatly and the other strewn about with clothes all over it. Clearly showing who’s it who’s. She walks around looking at everything, with one spot in particular catching her attention. The kitchen table. Papers and books scattered across it. She approaches the table as she gently picks up a few pieces of paper, setting them back down and grabbing an open book. Showing a page of something drawn titled “Shapeshifter, Doppelgänger”. She tilts her head in confusion. “Is this why you guys are here?” she asks showing the book page to Sam. He looks at the book as he gently takes it from her, “That’s actually what we just finished, we were in Missouri.” he closes the book and places it back down onto the table as he takes her hand and drags her over to the couch. “Let’s take a break from all the monsters, let’s catch up with you.” he gives her a small closed smile.

She seemingly blushes at his words, making her feel important. Making her feel not alone, after several years. She goes on and on, telling Sam how her life has been basically a shit show. As they relate to each other, on the same but also different levels. She tells him how she felt alone, but knowing that she also wasn’t really alone, and him agreeing he felt the same way. As the night grows to a close, getting later and later into the night slowly becoming day. Sam offers her some of his clothes to change into. After she changes she sits awkwardly at the edge of the bed, Sam already being changed into his pajamas which consisted of just plaid pj pants.

Sam gives a small, almost quiet chuckle as he sits on his bed. “Come lay over here with me, stranger” he jokes as he pats the spot next to him. She reluctantly but pleasantly crawls over to him and lays beside him. Sam slowly pulling her closer as he turns the small cable tv on. “Any suggestions? Preferably nothing horror.” as much as Sam would never admit it to anyone, especially his brother. He hates horror movies, all it does is remind him of the life he was forced into. “No specifics, but maybe a romcom?” she gives a small closed smile. Sam shakes his head as he gives a small laugh, as he flicks through channels looking for anything relating to a romcom. As the movie progresses, they both finally grow as equally tired.

She gives one last look to Sam, as they both lay cuddled together, his arm wrapped around her waist, his eyes gently closed, her head on his bare chest. Feeling the warmth of his skin against her face, hearing his heart beating. “Please don’t go.” she quietly says as she gives in and closes her eyes. Sam, hearing all of this. Feeling the guilt, as he feels her breathing slow, as she falls asleep. The warmth he feels from her face, and her breath as it hits his chest. A few hairs have fallen over her face, he ever so gently moves the hair away to get one good last look at her. His face, saddening. The most it has ever been, in a very long time. He gives her a small, gentle kiss on her forehead as he falls asleep, unknowingly holding her even closer and tighter than before.

In the morning, she awakes to birds chirping and the sun trying to peak through the cheap curtains. As she groans and rolls, she is greeted with an empty bed. She rubs her eyes as she sits up, looking around finding everything gone. No papers thrown about the table, no clothes thrown all over the other bed, no bags. She feels a lump in her throat that starts to tighten, almost feeling like it’s twisting. She gets out of the bed and heads to the table, where she finds one small piece of paper. As she picks it up, she sees nothing but a number written on it. Flipping it over and seeing words, “I promise a better goodbye next time.”

#sam winchester fanfiction #fanfic #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #Spotify

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🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Sansaaaaa

oh, our baby, of course you can. apologies, these are unhinged (they are also all modern AU)

so since her bff (Myrcella) hates driving and is genuinely bad (like Sansa would never say it but no babe you're NOT getting behind the wheel if there's been even a little snow because I have a life to lead), Sansa is always the driver on their road trips. She enjoys driving, liking to be in control, and it makes her so happy when Myrcella puts on one of their special playlists.

She likes to be in control in general so isn't a great person to cook/bake with unless she trusts you implicitly or is trying to teach you (though she did make Rickon cry once and he's FINE like it's FINE they are FINE but um he's just gonna leave if Sansa is pulling out the cookie sheets, call him when there is dough to taste though), but she's an incredible cook/bake and it's one of her love languages. She'll make cupcakes for a promotion, or your favorite soup to make you feel better. In her fridge there are constantly things labeled with other people's names to bring over for them because she's an ANGEL.

It makes her REALLY happy when her siblings come to her for advice, because she's constantly biting her tongue when they are being idiots. Rickon goes to her for advice most, but Bran likes to use her as his 'red team' to poke holes in his argument to make sure it's strong enough. Arya very begrudgingly goes to her because she knows Sansa is going to tell her to do the right thing and that is often boring. Robb always waits just a little too long to go to her and always regrets it.

When Myrcella and Jon argue it basically makes her break out into hives. She HATES it. It doesn't happen often but every single time one of them apologizes to the other because they are like Sansa is wasting away, we have to fix this. (She thinks it is hysterical when Myrcella and Robb argue and will occasionally stoke the flames of it)

Everyone knows she loves lemons but I think she HATES artificial lemon flavor because it is an imposter, so when her high school boyfriend got her an entire thing of lemon candies for valentines day she was like 'does he know me but at all???' and Jon is like *cough* dump his ass *cough*

She had crushes in waves on Jon. Like it wasn't a CONSTANT all through middle school or high school, but it would hit her in these very intense moments and this contributed to Jon not entirely knowing where he stood with her because any time she was like IN IT she would just ignore him or even be mean to him because she was like HE'LL KNOW meanwhile Jon is like: k somehow I pissed her off again.

He has fully been in love with her ever since he saw her dance as the Sugar Plum Fairy. The Starks said he didn't HAVE to go see it with them but Sansa was so excited so he'd gone and drawn her a picture of flowers since he was too embarrassed to ask his mom to take him to the florist to get her any. When she started dancing his heart started thudding like crazy and his hands sweat so much that it ruined the drawing he'd made her but she was so happy afterwards and gave him a big hug and he smelled her lavender shampoo and saw her blue eyes sparkling and he was just DONE. He couldn't go to the Starks for a week and basically didn't look in Robb's eye for another month, but when she got back from the Christmas break there was a drawing of her dancing in her locker and she still has it (when they have a daughter she frames it and puts it in her room - after making Jon sign it).

When her and Jon get together, one of the reasons she knew he was the one was because he lessened her control freak tendencies. She loves being driven by him, and even when he is UNDER SEASONING THE VEGETABLES she doesn't mind, and generally just made her feel okay not being entirely in control because if he was around everything would be okay and yeah now I'm WEAK THANKS SO MUCH

#head canons #sansa stark head canon #caity caity ..... caity

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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hi!! do you know that tiktok trend where the girl asks her bf if he can temporarily break up with her so she can be heartbroken when she listens to olivia rodrigo’s new album and the bf always says no? could you do that but with peter and avenger!reader? i don’t really know how the avengers play into that but i trust you to think of something great. love your work babes <3

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: hey fren, tysm <3 i do know that trend, and it always warms my darn heart. you probably meant for this to be a headcanon but halfway through i realised that i was writing full sentences, so i just rolled with it bc i have no self-control lol enjoy x

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“Peter, I need you to break up with me.”

Not a moment later, you heard a series of loud crashes and Peter stumbled out of the bathroom, hopping on one leg while fiddling with his zipper. “What did you just say?” His eyes were wild as they scanned your face.

“I need you to break up with me,” you repeated calmly, not taking your eyes off your laptop.

“Break up with you?” Peter echoed, hand raking through his hair in bewilderment. “Why would I do that? Do you want to break up?”

This made you look up. Peter was staring at you like you had just insulted his face, making it quite an effort to stay serious. “It’s just for 34 minutes and 46 seconds,” you assured. “So I can listen to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album.”

He blinked at you.

“What?”

“Please?” You set your laptop aside, shuffling to the end of the bed so you were sitting right in front of him. “I want to listen to it in full effect with a broken heart and everything.”

“I…” Peter slowly shook his head. A helpless laugh escaped him. “Um, no. Thank you.” He turned and made to return to the bathroom.

“Peter,” you whined and grabbed for his hand, pulling him to a halt.

“Sorry, angel.” He shrugged, supressing the faint tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Pleeeeaase.”

“Nope.”

You pouted. “We can break up when you train with Bucky! In that way you won’t even notice because you’ll be busy and distracted. I won’t even be on your mind.” You weren’t sure what you had said that made Peter stare at you like you were insane, but it took him a second to snap out of it.

He cupped your face with his hands and made sure to meet your eyes. “Babe, I think about you all the time.” He said it like it was a wish he wanted to word correctly. Slow and precise. Then he switched to a lighter tone that implied that he was done with the conversation. “I’m not breaking up with you.” With that he turned and left for the bathroom.

“Fine,” you called back although the water was already running and you doubted that Peter could hear you. And if he did, he probably didn’t care. You took that as your cue to leave. Defeated, you plucked your headphones into your phone and picked out a song of Olivia’s album at random.

Steve was lounging on the couch of the common room when you entered. He looked up from his magazine and gave you a small smile by way of greeting. You returned it by tapping two fingers at your temple in salute, ignoring the way how his stare lingered a little longer. You sat down next to him. When you locked eyes again, you saw the silent question on his face and let out a laugh. It ended up sounding more like a delightful scoff.

“I know Tony takes pride in being the philanthropist amongst us, but for someone who grew up in the ice age, you’re really good at reading people’s faces.” You wanted to annoy Steve, maybe even coax out a laugh, but he just kept looking at you, and you held his gaze. You were good at it—an aftereffect of living with Bucky who happened to love the same yoghurt as you did. Sometimes you put all western movies to shame with the way you narrowed your eyes at each other early in the morning in front of the fridge.

To your luck, Steve was just as stubborn, which meant that you two could’ve kept it going until death if it weren’t for the door banging open.

“I can’t believe you did this to me!” A voice boomed. You took a wild guess and assumed it was Clint.

“Tell me about it!” Another voice bellowed right back.

A second later, Sam and Clint marched into the room, furious, whereas Bucky strolled in behind them with no care in the world.

The former two were holding bags of food. Both were animated and waving their arms through the air while arguing. You turned down the volume of your phone in time to hear Steve demand, “What’s going on?”

Clint and Sam stared daggers at Bucky until Steve amended, “Buck, what did you do?”

The man in question turned around, facing his best friend in exasperation. “I asked these two to get food for me.” This earned him a snarl. Bucky waved them off and examined his metal arm, unconcerned. “Honestly, I have no idea why they’re getting so worked up about it.”

“We—” Sam gestured wildly between Clint and himself. “—were asked to pick up food for him from two different places. And neither of us knew about it!”

“Yes, neither of us knew,” Clint chimed in, eyes narrowing at Bucky who was busy flicking dust off his arm. “And I don’t know about you, Sam, but I was touched. I was moved, okay? Because Bucky never asks for anything and here I was, thinking we’re starting to bond or whatever but now I just feel USED.”

Sam gave a harsh sound in agreement.

“Bucky,” said Steve after no one had anything to add. “What do you have to say to that?”

Your gaze flitted between them, not sure what to expect. Bucky didn’t give any sign of wanting to respond, making you wonder if he had heard Cap at all. But then a slow smile swept over his lips and you noted that it was probably the most feline smile you’d ever seen. It was a smile storybook villains wore after burning down the world.

“The only thing I have to say is that I regret not having the moment they ran into each other in the elevator on video tape, because that—” He turned and looked Sam and Clint straight in the eye. “—was amazing.”

No one spoke.

“Ruthless,” you said under your breath and just like marionettes, the four men glanced you before another argument broke.

You took the chance to turn the volume back up. “happier” was playing and you settled further into the couch to watch the scene unfold. Sam was arguing so passionately that the vein on his neck was making an impressive appearance. Clint, on the other hand, had a palm pressed flat to his chest; his face showing pure betrayal. Bucky didn’t seem to care for the chaos. He tried multiple times to grab for the bags only for one of them to move out of his reach. When you glanced at Steve, you nearly lost it.

He was staring at them like his lifespan had just been reduced to ten years. He looked like he wanted to throw pebbles after them.

Nudging him with your arm, you silently handed him one of your earphones. He glanced at you and hesitated, probably thinking of the many times you had offered him a taste of blaring electronic music. You rolled your eyes and insisted again. This time, Steve took it and you watched in amusement as his brows rose in surprise.

“I like the piano,” he mouthed and glimpsed at the name of the song. You grinned.

In the meantime, Clint and Sam had decided to form an alliance. They had planted themselves in the opposite couch, digging into the contents of the brown bags while Bucky gawked at them from the other side of the room with his mouth ajar and heart ripped out of his chest. Shaking his head in disbelief, he let himself fall into the armchair facing them. He looked devastated. You weren’t sure if you had to stifle a laugh or tears.

Next to you, Steve chocked back a laugh. You quirked an eyebrow and considered him only to realise the reason behind his glee. Bucky was brooding in his seat while Sam and Clint did an excellence job on commenting every bite. Nothing has ever received as much praise as that pasta, and you were certain that if this were a cartoon, there would be rain clouds hovering above Bucky’s head. As if the angels had set it up themselves, you took notice of the lyrics.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

Bucky was pouting, poking the leather of his armchair with his finger while stealing glances at Sam and Clint. It was perfect. Steve slapped a hand on his chest and he tipped his head back, laughing.

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You were both laughing hysterically. The others had stopped their on-going war to stare at the two of you; their expressions baffled. The song came to an end and Steve gave back your earphone, rubbing his eye as if wiping away a tear. He rose and walked over to Bucky, hurling him to his feet and putting an arm around his shoulders.

“Oh, Buck,” Steve said with a note of laughter in his voice. “There’s a song I need to show you.” You smiled as you watched them leave.

“Well, this was fun.” You pushed yourself off the couch and shook your head as Sam offered you some of his sushi. “Thanks, but I’m on a mission to get heartbroken.”

Leaving the men to their food, you wandered the halls and listened to “traitor” as you walked past Wanda’s room. Her door was open and you could see that Vision was in the middle of a chess game with Bruce and Wanda. By the looks of it, Vision was as good as winning and you reined the urge to cheer for him. You peaked around the door frame and saw that Vision had their king in check. Deep betrayal crossed Wanda’s face.

You chuckled quietly and whispered, “FRIDAY, play what I’m listening to right now through the speakers in Wanda’s room.” FRIDAY didn’t bother to respond but not a second later, the lyrics were blasting through her room and their heads snapped up in confusion.

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

“Wanda?“ You heard Vision’s careful voice. “What is going on?”

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still

You're still a traitor

“I’m not sure, but these lyrics aren’t wrong…You are a traitor.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at him, slowly bobbing her head to the music. Treason danced in her eyes. It was the beginning of a villain origin story.

“Maybe it’s a sign of God,” Bruce said and you almost burst out laughing.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

“Hell yeah!” Wanda yelled and this time you bolted down the hallway, wheezing. You dashed right into Tony’s lab and slammed the door.

“What are you on?” He looked up in amusement. You simply shook your head, laughter still bubbling over your lips.

“Just spreading love in this facility.” You waved your hand at nothing in particular and Tony nodded.

“Right, I heard you asked Peter to break up with you to listen to that one album? Very dramatic. I like it.”

“See.” You gestured at him, indicating that he was the only one who got it. “It’s a good album. Maybe you should ask Pepper to divorce you.”

Tony gave a humourless laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think she would come back if I asked her.”

“Yikes,” you mumbled and this time Tony’s laughed for real.

“So what? You’ve just been walking around waiting for heartbreak?” He turned back to whatever he was working on. You stepped closer to get a peek.

“Precisely.”

“Sounds tiring.”

“I’m powered by exhaustion” You handed him the wrench he needed. “Want a listen? I think there’s a song you might like.”

He contemplated the offer and lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. “Sure, why not.” You couldn’t help but squeal. You knew that Tony probably didn’t care but sharing your music was always exciting.

Beaming, you removed your headphones and connected your phone to the speakers of Tony’s lab. The first tunes of “good 4 u” started playing and Tony tapped his foot to the beat, head bobbing just slightly. When the chorus hit, he stood up and you stepped back, thinking he wanted to headbang. Instead, he reached for a tool that was further away. You didn’t miss the way he moved his shoulders in a little dance move though.

“I like this one,” he said, and you flashed him a smile. You continued working on the suit, handing Tony things you knew he needed until you passed him a plier and he froze. You furrowed your brows, glanced at the tool you knew was the right one, and cocked your head in silent question.

Maybe I'm too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Looking you straight in the eyes, he flung the plier over his shoulder, opened a drawer, and took out another plier to use on his suit. You gasped.

“How dare you,” you whispered in shock. Tony had the nerve to shrug.

“Enjoy your little heartbreak moment, Y/N.” He shooed you away like a cat. “FRIDAY, yank up the volume, would you.”

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me

“Guys?” Peter’s voice was drowned out by the booming music. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching in amusement as you and Tony towered on the lab tables, using screwdrivers as provisional microphones. While Tony played a terrific air guitar, you sank dramatically to your knees and impressed the crowd with your air drumming skills.

“Guys?” Peter tried again, chuckling. This time you and Tony whipped around at the same time and pointed straight at Peter.

Like a damn sociopath

You threw your arms up in the air and spun in circles while Tony jumped into quite an impressive split leap.

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom

Just over the fact that I really don't get it

But I guess good for you

The song came to an end, and you leapt on Tony’s table to share a screwdriver with him as you sang the last lyrics together.

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

The song ended and all you could hear was heavy breathing. Peter began to clap. “This was great, you guys. Wow.”

You exchanged glances with Tony before making a show of bowing at the waist.

“So this is what happens when I refuse to break up with you?” Peter strolled over to where you sat on the lab table, positioning himself between your legs. Tony chuckled and jumped off to grab a water bottle from across the room.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that,” you said, just for the devil of it.

Peter smiled. “Cap and Bucky are crying over a song, Vision is sending Wanda flowers in ten-minute intervals, and you are down here having a rock concert with Tony.”

You gave him a toothy grin. “I was just feeling sour.”

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 3 years

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Our little love - mafia/soft Yandere au OT7 Drabble

So I might’ve started this with a little angst and really soft hints of yandere behaviour however I think I might do a part two for this with a little bit more yandere and jealousy vibes (I got ideas okay, just needed a starting point)

“Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your head little love?” Even with the gun pressed firmly against your head, the cold of the barrel threatening to do as he said, you know Yoongi won’t do it, even if you deserved it.

All seven of them stand around you, no matter which way you face you’re met with the disappointment and the consequence of your betrayal in their eyes, but you refuse to look down in shame, you deserved to feel the guilt that pumped in your veins.

“He asked you a question Y/n,” Jin doesn’t have the smile he reserves for you on his face, all their demenor’s are cold, and you are the reason why.

“You love me,” you whisper, looking Yoongi dead in the face with no fear.

“I thought you loved us too,” Namjoon steps forward, breaking the circle around you, coming close to stand next to Yoongi. He has his hands in the pockets of his black blazer, silver hair pushed back.

“Was it all a lie?” if a voice could break you it would always be Jungkook’s, he was the one it took the longest to become close to, and when you had you could see the softness in his eyes despite his career. Of course he would sound the most hurt, he trusted you the most.

Yoongi, with his unfaltering gun, was the other member of their team that took you almost as long as Jungkook to get close to. While Jungkook was just shy, Yoongi didn’t trust anyone, he pushed people away, hurt them to keep them far, you learnt that the hard way. While his eyes looked like they held no emotion in this moment, you knew better, he had shown you his soul, you could see behind the barrier of his expression.

You took his wrist into your hand and pressed the gun harder against you.

“You should shoot me,” it would be better to be dead than live without them, they would never forgive you for what you’d done. The betrayal cut too deep, these wounds wouldn’t heal.

Yoongi scoffs, but you don’t let his wrist go.

“I told you all she shouldn’t be trusted,” he says to the others. “Why would a girl like her fall for men like us?”

You can feel the pain in his words, because above all else, no matter what he says, Yoongi just wants to be loved. They all do, that’s why it was almost too easy.

“Well now we know, don’t we babe?”

“That wasn’t my intention,” you swallow the sob that threatens to rise in your throat, you hate seeing him like this, you hate that you’re the reason why they’re hurt. Every time they came home with a bullet, or a cut or wound, it would kill you inside and you realised then you were compromised.

“No your intention was to infiltrate our defenses and rat us out,” Jimin’s the one to chime in, standing next to Tae who looks at you like you’re dead to him.

“Detective L/n, did you really think we’d never find out?”

You look to your side to make sure Jimin could see the honesty in your eyes.

“It wasn’t my intention to fall for you,” you sound like you’re choking with the way you’re holding back tears, but you don’t want to cry in front of them, it would feel like giving up.

You were assigned to go undercover to infiltrate the uprising gang called BTS, they climbed the heirarchy of organised crime too quickly, too dangerously, something had to be done. You went in with every intention set to take them down until you got to know them, love them, and you knew then you couldn’t do your job. The internal battle to do what was right but felt wrong and what was wrong but felt so right was causing all your morals to be questioned.

Tae scoffs at you now, not believing a word from your mouth.

“I don’t think we should kill her Hyung,” he says to Yoongi, “she needs to feel her betrayal, it would be too easy to escape us with death.”

Namjoon hums in agreement. The cold of the gun leaves your skin and you almost feel unsteady without it. Yoongi doesn’t look at you anymore now that it’s not there, instead he takes your wrist as you previously had, and they walk you to the car. You don’t fight, or talk, or argue, or ask what they wanted to do to you.

The boys had trusted you infinitely, while others had agendas and seeked their downfall they knew you were the only one that wouldn’t betray them, how wrong they were. For your safety they kept an eye on you, when you went out one of them would follow to ensure their little love didnt get into trouble or worse, get hurt. Imagine their surprise when you walked into the police station.

You didn’t tell them you went in to hand in your notice, unable to continue with this lie, it didn’t matter, the damage was done, anything you said would be meaningless.

Your sat inbetween Jungkook and Hoseok, who still hadn’t uttered a word to you, but you could see him restraining his hurt and anger. Jin was in the drivers seat with Yoongi beside him. The others must’ve taken the other car, you don’t really acknowledge it you’re too deep in your own thoughts.

You don’t come up for air until you feel a hand soft on yours in your lap, Jungkook doesn’t look at you, just at how he’s stroking the back of your hand with his thumb comfortingly. You don’t mean for your heart to swell in your chest, pushing the tears up and out.

Jin and Yoongi don’t miss the way your bottom lip trembles in the rear view mirror, the small sniffles or the tears glistening down your face that you wipe away quickly with your other hand. Hobi puts his arm around you, still looking out the window as if you’re not there, but his actions show what they all know in their hearts; they still loved you.

“Why are you crying baby girl you’re not the one with the knife in your back,” Hobi mumbles. They think you’re scared of what they’re going to do with you now they know, but that couldn’t be further from your mind. They want to reassure you, but the words are stuck in their throats.

“You need to be punished darling, otherwise you won’t learn,” Jin can see you nodding to his words in the mirror in acceptance.

“I know.”

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You expected them to put you in the cellar where they tortured their enemies, you don’t even realise you’re in the living room until you’re placed on the couch. You don’t look up until Namjoon is standing in front of you.

He traces his finger from the edge of your jaw to your chin, your eyes big on him from his soft touch. The calm should scare you, but the only anxiety you have is over whether you should hope for another chance or whether they’ll throw you onto the street when they’re done.

When a tear hits Namjoon’s hands he frowns, they didn’t expect this from you when they confronted you with what they uncovered. They expected you to reveal another face, the true colours beneath the girl they all fell hard for, kick and scream and throw insults their way over the life they had, how awful they were, how they didn’t deserve to be loved. But you kept quiet, eerily quiet, and they didn’t know what to think anymore.

Letting you leave was out of the question, whether you wanted to stay or not. Not because they were concerned that you had seen too much, they didn’t care, they couldn’t imagine their lives without you anymore. The trust might’ve faded, but their love for you was real. Yoongi might’ve created a farce with the gun to your head but it was done to see your reaction, the truth behind the last 6 months of your relationship.

They expected you to beg for your life like every other person at their mercy, but you always defied their expectations.

“You’re so quiet my love,” Namjoon says to you. “Nothing you want to say to defend yourself?”

You shake your head, no there was nothing you want to say or explain.

“Then you take your punishment without complaint?”

You nod without hesitation.

Namjoon releases a deep breath, building the nerve to do what they knew would reveal whether your feelings for then were real or a lie you fabricated for your job. But he wasn’t one to easily be vulnerable, especially not after the blow that they faced today.

Jimin can sense it, the words on their leader’s lip, and he decides to take over. Namjoon steps aside as Jimin kneels on the floor in front of you. He takes your hands that are fidgeting on your lap and place them by your side on the seat, resting the weight of his head there instead.

He hugs your lap with so much love you can’t mistake it for an illusion, he rubs his head into you as much as he can.

“Stay with us,” if his actions weren’t a shock to your system enough, his words pushed you over the edge. You look into each of their eyes and the vulnerability you had learned to recognise was there begging you to want to stay.

“But I...” you don’t know what you want to say, the beating of your own heart was overwhelming in your chest. “I- I hurt you all so much.”

Yoongi hums in agreement, stepping forward to stroke your hair back, the hurt was still there they couldn’t lie to you, but losing you would be worse.

“Do you love us?” Jungkook asks taking a seat beside you, Taehyung sits by your other side. Jimin rubs little circles into your thigh while they wait for your answer.

“So much,” you confess. “I couldn’t do it, I- I”

Your words break off in a sob, as Tae takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to the back of it, a weight lifted off his chest. Jungkook pulls you into him, arms wraps around you as you let out your cries and the man in your lap places little kisses on the expanse of your thighs. You feel overwhelmed with the love theyre displaying when you were expecting their hate.

“But I dont understand,” you cry, “why aren’t you all angry, why aren’t you yelling at me?”

“We love you too,” Jin smiles the way he only reserves for you, and you feel thankful for it.

“It doesn’t matter how you got to us dove,” Hobi comes to kneel beside Jimin, wanting to be close to you too. “If it weren’t for your job you wouldn’t have met us.”

“I don’t know about that Hobi,” Namjoon chuckles. “You were meant for us my love, we would have found you one way or another.”

“We forgive you,” Jungkook kisses your hair. “Just don’t leave us.”

“We wouldn’t let you go even if you tried,” Tae voice rumbles in, leaning his face against your neck while the youngest holds you, still latched to your hand.

“You’re ours,” Jimin’s muffled voice comes from your lap, he’s pressed his face into you.

They would never let you go, and you don’t want them to. You thought all they wanted was love, but now you think you’ve reflected your own desire into them, they just wanted you.

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juletheghoul · 3 years

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Dulcis (Part I)

This is my formal submission to The Pit™️ (so much filth)

This is going to be a two part series! It doesn't end here

(I know this might not be everyone's cup of tea since it is about infidelity. Reader is engaged and David is married. Please feel free to skip this if that doesn't interest you!)

Dave (Murder Daddy) York x F!Reader

Pairing: David York x F!Reader

Word Count: 12K (are we even surprised at this point)

Warnings: **TRIGGER WARNING** NSFW 18+ INFIDELITY! (reader is engaged, David is married) language, Smut, PIV sex (wrap it up), dirty talk, **daddy kink** oral (m receiving / mentions of female receiving) vaginal fingering (in a public space), praise & aftercare, guilt?- let me know if I missed any!

Masterlist Part 2

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“Alright who’s up first?” They all looked away from you, they always do this when they have to present their projects. It’s understandable, you could remember doing it when you were in school.

“If no one volunteers I’ll have to pick someone.” You smiled sympathetically. You saw a couple of your braver students raise their hands. Once the first student went the others saw that like always- it wasn’t so bad.

You managed to get through all of them before lunch which, as a second grade teacher, was a miracle.

They were a little rowdy during the lunch hour but that was to be expected. You used the much needed break to gather your things for the math work that had to be done after recess.

You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket and you checked your messages- there were two from your fiancé Charlie.

Can’t we just elope?

Hi by the way

You could have killed him, you sighed, smiling as you quickly responded to him.

No, hi! Don’t make me say I told you so while I’m at work, I take it your hunt for the tux isn’t going so well?

You had suggested eloping right when he’d proposed, a big wedding wasn’t something you needed. A trip to the courthouse and a nice dinner after would have been just fine with you.

It’s bullshit, lol I fucking hate shopping - I’ll figure it out, have a great day at work, love you xo

You quickly put your phone away at the commotion in class.

Two of the kids were arguing, it was getting intense and you had no idea what caused it.

“Okay you two settle down, finish your lunch - recess-“

One of the students suddenly punched the other square in the face. It was a practised, precise thing and it shocked you.

“Alice! We do not hit.” You didn’t yell it but you used a tone that silenced all the children. You quickly made your way over to them, Jacob was bleeding from the nose and you called the school nurse to come get him. Calling the principal after to let her know what happened.

“Alice, you’re staying inside during recess with me, that was unacceptable. I’m going to have to call your parents. You know we don’t fix things by fighting.” You spoke to her in a neutral tone, trying to keep the anger out.

“But he-“ you cut her off.

“No, none of that. We’ll discuss this with your parents.” You didn’t want to hear it, you looked through your desk for the contact sheet to call while the kids played outside. She sat at her desk quietly, watching you through sad eyes.

“Hi, I’m looking for David York? I’m Alice York’s teacher and I need to speak to him please.” The receptionist sounded wary, she asked for your name and the name of the school and you provided the information. You waited for him to pick up but the receptionist came back and informed you that Mr. York was currently away from his desk but that she would leave a message. Hopefully Mrs York would pick him.

“Hi is this Carol York? Hello Mrs York, yes I’m calling about Alice? Yes that’s right, no she’s fine there’s no emergency but I do have to ask you and your husband to come in for a meeting with me tonight. Well there’s been an incident…” You explained what happened and she was very apologetic, agreeing to come to see you right after work.

You quickly texted Charlie to let him know you’d be late.

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Alice didn’t give you any more trouble for the rest of the day, Jacob had a bit of a bloody nose but overall he was okay.

The day went smoothly and as all of the children went home you had Alice sit and colour while you both waited for her parents. You didn’t have to wait long.

Your head lifted at the soft knock at your door, you saw an apologetic looking woman and her very bored looking husband.

“Hello, we’re so sorry! I’m Carol and this is my husband David, Alice come here and explain yourself.” She walked over to your desk to shake your hand. David followed reluctantly.

“What happened kiddo?” He asked her as she approached.

“Jacob took my notebook and wouldn’t give it back.” She looked at her mother ashamed.

“We don’t hit you know that! I’m so sorry about this - we’ll have a talk with her when we get home.” She sat at the chairs you gestured to - you noticed David’s face as Alice spoke. A sly smile, quickly wiped away to look stern. Was he proud of her?

You agreed with the need to stick up for yourself but taking a notebook was hardly a reason for two second graders to resort to a brawl. He saw you looking at him and he nodded sagely.

“We’re very sorry about this.” He wasn’t sorry.

You took him in as Carol spoke to Alice in hushed tones on her lap, he was an imposing man, tall and broad. He wore a suit and for all the world looked like a professional but there was something about him that made you blush. You had the vague sense that he was undressing you with his eyes and it made your heart race. He was very handsome, but in a sinister way.

“Never again right Alice?” You spoke to her before turning your attention to her parents. “She’ll have detention for the next two days, no recess, but I won’t keep her after school.” You spoke as neutrally as you could with Mr York's eyes boring into you. You could almost feel them burning you.

“Yes of course, that’s not a problem. We will talk about this when we get home, young lady.” Carol spoke half to you and half to her daughter. David continued to stare.

You were thankful this would be it and were just getting ready to guide them to the door when he spoke.

“How are her grades otherwise? Is she doing well?” He said it in a low tone.

You could learn to crave that voice.

Get a fucking grip

“They’re good, she’s a great student otherwise, got an A on her book report today. Just have to remember to keep our hands to ourselves right?” You smiled warmly at her, doing your best to not look him in the eye.

“That’s great to hear, thank you so much for reaching out - please feel free to contact me for anything.” Carol started gathering Alice’s things.

David continued to stare at you, you saw him boldly look you up and down as you walked around your desk to see them out. Carol was too busy getting Alice into her jacket to see him.

He looked at you like she wasn’t even there.

He smirked as he swiped his thumb across his bottom lip, his gaze focused on the length of your dress. Your eyes widened at the nerve of him, absolutely no regard for his wife or his daughter.

He was devouring you with his eyes and you did absolutely nothing to stop him. You flushed - whether from disgust or excitement you’d never know but it did not deter him. He clapped his hands together and thanked you for your time.

Your heart hammering even after they’d left.

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The music was blaring when you walked through the door to your little apartment. You could hear Charlie singing along as he pulled something that smelled absolutely divine out of the oven.

“Hey babe! I made dinner, I got home a bit early.” He kissed you hello as he put the lasagne on the table.

“Oh god that smells good.” You smiled as you all but dropped everything to sit and eat with him.

You both discussed how your respective days had gone, about what you both had to do and like almost every conversation you’d had during the past seven months- it ended up on the wedding. If you were honest the whole thing was starting to grate on your nerves.

You’d always known the two of you were going to get married. From the first time you saw him, he was so handsome and sweet and he seemed to live his life in order to make you happy. The wedding however, it seemed all wrong. The both of you were simple, you were the kind of people who didn’t make a big fuss.

This wedding was a big fuss.

“My mom says she’s paying for the flowers, I insisted that it wasn’t necessary, that it didn’t matter but she pushed- and you know my sister wants to help with something.” Charlie was notoriously easy going so you took his ‘insisting’ with a grain of salt.

“Your family would pay for the whole wedding if we let them.” You prodded gently, his family seemed to want this wedding more than you did. It was overwhelming.

“They just want grandchildren, they think the faster we get married the faster I’ll get you pregnant.” He laughed, you’d talked about children before and you both wanted them but you’d decided to wait a little bit. You both wanted to enjoy married life.

While showering after having cleaned up, your mind curiously wanders to a place you didn’t expect.

You were thinking about Mr York. You didn’t even really know why - yes he was handsome but it was more than that. He was intriguing, he seemed dangerous somehow.

That was surprising, why should he be dangerous? Charlie pulled back the curtain pulling you sharply out of your reverie, and scaring you half to death.

“Sorry!” He laughed as he got in with you. You felt guilty, like you’d been caught but he mistook your guilty look for fear.

“You scared the fuck out of me!” You tried to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest as you stepped into the water, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair.

You felt Charlie’s hands circle your waist as he laughed.

“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to.” He kissed your shoulder as he joined you under the hot spray, his hands roaming over the soft skin of your belly. They slipped over your soapy skin, up towards your breasts. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers as they pinched and plucked at your nipples the way he knew you liked.

He continued with his exploration, running one hand down under it, spreading your folds and honing in on your clit. Gliding over it over and over until you were panting, the other hand still on your breast. You closed your eyes as you leaned your head back onto his shoulder - your hands finding themselves in his hair.

“Faster- please” You were almost there, it was so good and the thought came to you out of nowhere. You imagine for a split second that it was Mr York in the shower with you instead of your fiancé. His fingers between your legs, his cock rubbing up against your ass and you came harder than you had any right to. Your fingers clutching at Charlie’s hair almost painfully tight.

He kissed your shoulder and turned you around to kiss you on the mouth to take it further but the guilt wouldn’t let you. You needed a few minutes to get your shit together.

“Babe, let’s wait until we’re in bed- I’m not really feeling shower sex right now.” You kissed him softly and pulled away.

“Okay honey.” He smiled at you, complacent even though his dick was hard and leaking precum, weirdly this annoyed you.

Charlie was a sexual guy, he enjoyed it. That you knew, and you couldn’t exactly complain about your sex life. He was attentive and he did his best to make you cum, he took direction well and you had no complaints about his size.

The problem was, Charlie was vanilla.

Sex was three positions if that and he barely talked at all. You had tried to get him to be a little more open and adventurous but he always reverted to his regular routine. Most of the time it was fine, you both got off and you loved him.

Sometimes however, you wanted more. You wanted excitement, you wanted passion. You wanted filth.

Charlie was sweet. You could live with sweet.

He was snoring beside you peacefully, he’d coaxed another orgasm out of you once you both got into bed. The guilt kept you awake though, because you’d imagined Mr York the whole time.

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“I need all of the information you can find on this woman.” David gave your name to his contact, he had to know.

He asked Alice a few probing questions but didn’t want to push it. He didn’t need her telling her mother offhandedly that he’d been curious about you.

He had your name and place of employment, for his line of work - that was more than enough. You were a pretty thing and he was intrigued. He knew you’d seen him, he’d made sure of it. He’d also noticed you looking at him, as much as you tried not to. Saw the gorgeous flush creep it’s way up your neck when he stared at your legs.

He had to get close to you, see if his instincts were right.

He had a full report on you within the hour, he saw that you’d been teaching for about five years. That you were a few years younger than him, engaged, parents on the other side of the country, decent credit score.

All he had to figure out now was how to make his move.

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“Remember to show your parents your agendas! We have a trip coming up and I need everyone’s parents or guardians to sign the forms I put in them. Please do not forget. Have a great day and I’ll see you tomorrow.” The kids were frantically packing away their things as the bell wrung, you still watched them as you packed up your things. You had to remember to ask for volunteers in their agendas tomorrow- maybe you could call a few of the more friendlier parents.

A knock at the door made you jump what felt like a foot off the ground. Turning around and seeing who was there did absolutely nothing to calm you down.

“Mr York, what can I do for you?” You tried to speak as calmly as possible. Willing yourself to sound natural and nonchalant.

He walked over to you and it vaguely felt like you were being hunted. His quiet made you uneasy and your anxiety pushed you to fill the empty air with conversation.

“Everything okay with Mrs York? I hope Alice isn’t still in trouble?” He was in your personal space and it was difficult to breathe. He was so big, so tall, his eyes impossibly bright with what looked like mischief.

Never in all your time together has Charlie ever looked at you with this kind of intensity.

Annoyingly, it made you wet.

“They’re fine.” He licked his lips as he stared down at you, the bottom one was full and you had the wild urge to bite it.

What the hell is wrong with me?

You kept backing away from him slowly and he kept pressing forward, you didn’t know what to do or what he wanted but he was overwhelming you.

“I know you saw me looking at you.” He watched your mouth as he spoke and you felt like you couldn’t get your thoughts in order.

“I - I’m engaged…” You blurted it out but either he didn’t register or he didn’t care.

“And I’m married.” He got a little closer, there was a crackling of electricity between the two of you and the tingle of it seemed to be focused on your nipples and your clit. He brought his hand up and traced his thumb over your bottom lip boldly and the act shocked you into complacency, it grounded you on the spot. He saw the shock and excitement in your eyes and he probed a bit to see how far you would go.

“I thought about you. When I fucked her.”

You short circuited, your brain was a puddle and your cunt clenched. You involuntarily let out a gasp at his confession and it brought to mind the thoughts you’d had while with Charlie. You were dripping into your panties.

He pushed his thumb into your mouth a fraction and it was like a damn broke, without even knowing why or stopping to consider the consequences you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked. Hollowing out your cheeks prettily.

He groaned, bringing his thumb back out and spreading your saliva onto your lips.

He came close and you prepared yourself for a kiss but he licked your top lip, so fast you would have missed it. You gasped and he let go. Walking out the door as you caught your breath.

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The shame followed you like a shadow, it surrounded you as you drove home in silence.

Charlie’s face haunting you as you felt your arousal soaking your panties. You tried to justify the unjustifiable as you pulled into the parking garage of your building, telling yourself that it was a weird hallucination. You hadn’t actually sucked this man's thumb at the school like a whore. No.

Charlie was sitting on the couch going over the seating arrangement when you walked in. You dropped all of your things and walked over to him, you needed to rewrite your excitement somehow. Transfer it onto Charlie.

“Hey babe-“ you cut him off by plopping down onto his lap, and kissing him silent. He was momentarily stunned but he dropped everything and held onto you.

“You okay?” He asked smiling as he pulled away, you didn’t answer, you hastily pulled up his shirt - trying to get him to join you in your urgency.

“I want you, I’ve been thinking about you fucking me and I want to ride your cock, right here on the couch.” You lied into his ear, poisoned honey dripping from your mouth. You heard him gasp and felt him hardening beneath you.

“Jesus Christ…” Charlie wasn’t much of a dirty talk kind of guy, you wanted him to be but he always said it felt awkward. You usually didn’t push it but today Mr York’s words were branded into your brain.

“My pussy is so wet for you baby.” Another lie, but never mind that.

He groaned but didn’t say anything and it was frustrating, you needed the release however and you let it pass. You imagined Mr York saying some truly filthy things in your ear and it made you feel guilty but you couldn’t help yourself.

He let you work out your excitement and after you both hit your peak you got up and headed for the bedroom. You saw him sitting on the couch, half naked and blissed out as you walked away.

You prodded him gently when you were curled up in bed.

“Charlie, did you like what we did today? On the couch?” You wanted to ease into it.

“Yes, we’ve had sex on the couch before, I always enjoy it with you.” He kissed your forehead.

“Did you like the things I said?” You drew little patterns on his chest as you laid in the dark.

“They were pretty intense, I didn’t not like them?” You could almost feel him blushing, you tried hard not to sigh. You were going to spend the rest of your lives together there was no need to be shy.

“Why don’t you ever talk to me like that when we fuck?” You could feel him trying to retreat but you didn’t want to let him. “There’s no need to be shy around me, we’re going to get married, we should be open.” He wasn’t having any of it.

“I don’t know honey you know I get awkward, just not something I’m comfortable with I guess.”

“Maybe we could get some books or take a class or something? So many different things we could try and I want to try them with you.” You were trying to open him up, you didn’t want to imagine a life of predictable repetitive sex - no matter how much you loved him.

“Maybe, let’s revisit it again at some point. Goodnight honey.” He kissed your forehead again and turned so you were spooning him. You tried to be understanding, you tried to think about respecting his boundaries but all you came up with was Mr York’s thumb in your mouth.

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“David- David!” His head snapped back to the sound. Carol was standing in front of him with an exasperated look on her face.

“David what is going on? I’ve been calling you for the last ten minutes.” He was thinking of you.

“Sorry honey, my head is still at work. What's going on?” He gave her his most convincing smile and she shook her head, amused.

“Dinners ready, the girls want to tell you about their day. Come on, I made your favourite.” She smiled sweetly as she left his home office. The smile disappeared as fast as it’d been conjured.

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“How was school today girls?” He couldn’t ask about you outright, had to dance around it.

“It was good, learning about the solar system.” His eldest, Molly. He smiled and asked her how she liked it, she talked about it excitedly and he enjoyed her enthusiasm.

“What about you Alice, how was school today?” His youngest was shy, but he could see his personality in her. A little more intense, a little more reserved.

“Good, we have a field trip next week.” There it is.

“That sounds nice, where are you going?” A field trip - this could do nicely.

“Museum, I have the form in my bag. I need you to sign it.” So many shadowy corners in a museum.

“Go get the form sweetheart, I don’t want to forget.” Carol prompted her.

She came back with it a few minutes later and David held it in his hands. He saw a little note on the form that made him smile despite himself.

Chaperones are always needed - please call to volunteer.

“What do you think about me volunteering for this? I could take a day and it would be nice to take some interest.” He took her hand in his and smiled warmly, looking for all the world to be a devoted father.

“Honey, that's a great idea. I’ll call tomorrow and let them know.” She was happy, and David was happy.

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The night before a school trip always made you nervous. So many variables - it was hard enough to control a class full of seven and eight year olds in a classroom let alone in a museum. At least a couple of parents had volunteered, you saw Mrs York on the form and it made your heart skip. You imagined she’d be able to see every thought you’d had about her husband on your face.

You fell asleep thinking about him.

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“Okay kids, let’s settle down. The bus will be here soon and I need to make sure everyone has their buddies. What’s the rule?” You asked over the excited din.

“Stay with your buddy!” They all said it in unison.

“Exactly! Now we will be there all day, we have a lot to see, you can leave your backpacks here. We’re going to have lunch there and we’ll be back in time for those of you who take the bus home. You can have a little free time while we wait for the buses.” They instantly grouped together to chat excitedly while you made sure you had everything in order. There were a couple of parents and you gave them wristbands to put on the children.

“Sorry I’m a few minutes late.” Mr York was walking into your classroom in casual clothes. What the hell was he doing here?

“Hello Mr York, you’re right on time. Where’s Mrs York? I thought she had volunteered?” You tried to ask the question neutrally but he could see the panic in your eyes.

“It was always me, whoever took her phone call must have made a mistake.” He spoke gently but it did something to you. You felt his eyes roaming your body and you flushed.

Great, this is going to be just great.

You did your best to centre your breathing while you led the children down the hall and to the buses. You could feel his eyes on you as you made your way down the hall. You did your best to ignore it.

The students lined up in front of the bus in pairs and you quickly went over the rules again - making sure to look at the three parents who were going with you. You noticed David talking to Alice, telling her to behave today and that he’d be helping you take care of the class.

Two of the parents got in first to sit at the back, Mr York waited until you got on, you were trying to focus but you couldn’t. You could feel him standing close to you and you were beginning to sweat.

You meant to sit alone but he followed closely behind you and pushed his way to the same seat as you. He took up so much space and you didn’t want to make a big fuss in front of the kids.

The bus driver closed the door and you were on your way. It would be about forty-five minutes to an hour until you got there and it hit you then how absolutely fucked you were.

The kids were excited and chatty and the din of them talking and laughing drowned out everything. You decided to focus your attention on the window and the scenery. You did not want to focus on Mr York. He was having none of it though.

“I like your dress.” He spoke into your ear and you shivered.

“Look Mr York-“

“Call me David.” He looked down at your slight cleavage and you sighed angrily.

“Look David, I don’t know what it is you think is going on but I am engaged. I am engaged to be married and you are the married father of one of my students. I would appreciate it if you could keep your interactions with me strictly professional.” You whispered angrily, trying to sound serious. He smiled pleasantly at you as if you were old friends catching up.

“Is that what you would call sucking my thumb? Professional? It seemed like you wished it was something else you’d been sucking.” His words went directly to your cunt. You saw it then, him sitting with that amused look on his face as you kneeled in front of him, with his cock in your mouth like a good girl.

Charlie.

You were in love with and about to marry Charlie.

He saw the look on your face and he smiled-

“What’s your fiancé’s name?” How dare he?

“His name is Charlie and I love him.” Why did you feel the need to explain this to him?

“That may be true, but I get the feeling that Charlie doesn’t quite know how to fuck you. Or you wouldn’t be licking your lips at the thought of my cock in your mouth. Is that it baby? You haven’t been fucked properly? I can fix that.” His words had you dripping. Charlie had never spoken to you like this and it made you so angry to compare them right now.

You closed your eyes and let the words pass over you, you had to focus. You couldn’t let this admittedly handsome, intimidating man come into your life and lay waste. He took your silence as a sign that he was right.

You felt his fingers ghost over your thigh and you felt like you’d been struck by lightning. Your eyes shot to his hand and to your shame, you hoped for something forbidden. He watched you closely.

“I think about you all the time and something tells me that you think about me too. Think about what I could do or say to get you wet enough for me to glide right in. Have you ride my cock, have your tits bouncing in my face.” His hand gripped your thigh and you whimpered slightly, involuntarily angling your body towards him.

“He doesn’t know what you need.” He hand travelled up up up ghosting along your seam, just enough to drive you insane through your panties and you put your head onto his shoulder. He stopped then and took his hand away and you came back to reality.

The guilt hit you like a tsunami and you squeezed yourself closer to the window, trying for all the world to make yourself smaller, and in turn the distance between you bigger.

He smiled and sat quietly for the rest of the ride to the museum.

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The relief you felt when the bus pulled in was astonishing and you had to hold yourself back from barreling over David to get away. You felt him chuckling as you struggled to get away and you held back the urge to slap him across the face by the grace of god.

“Okay class, let’s get together with our buddies and head over to our first exhibit. If you have any questions please feel free to ask our helpers or myself. What’s the rule?”

“Stick with your buddy!” They yelled it out again.

“Exactly, that means even if you have to use the restroom you go with your buddies. Please ask one of the parents or me before you go.” You were back in your element now and it felt better. You were back in teacher mode and you told yourself that you could do this.

The morning went by relatively smoothly, you had all of the children wrangled and you made your way through the exhibits without issue. You were thankful that David kept his distance from you, he helped the children and you saw him doting on his daughter.

You had decided to block out what happened on the bus. It never happened.

By noon the kids were getting feral, you guided everyone up to the cafeteria and had them sit so the adults could grab everyone their food in shifts. All in all it went pretty smoothly and you had managed to put the whole incident out of your mind.

You let one of the parents know that you were going to sneak away to use the bathroom while the kids were all in one place and she told you to take your time.

You can do this, you told yourself as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

You were blindsided when you came out of the bathroom, a hand covering your mouth and pulling you away into a closed off exhibit. The panic shot through you like lightning and you tried to fight your attacker off - visions of Charlie flashed through your mind, of the wedding, of your family; your students. His voice didn’t calm you.

“Stop fighting, it’s just me.” His tone suggested that this should have calmed you. It did not.

It pissed you off and once you regained your composure and stopped squirming, he loosened his grip. It gave you the opening you needed and you slapped him across the face - or you would have, but his hand shot up cat-quick and grabbed your wrist before your hand could meet its target.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You were seething, the audacity of this man to put his hands on you. You were trying to hold the anger close- bringing it to the forefront of your mind so as to eclipse the excitement. That had no place here... right?

Why are you so fucking excited?

Why does it feel like you’ve never known this kind of excitement until now?

Get it the fuck together, think of Charlie.

“I am going to make you cum.” Those words were thrown out into the air like they meant nothing. Like it was simply a chore to be completed off a list.

He was getting closer. His movements brought to mind the wildlife documentaries that Charlie liked to watch, you could see the big jungle cat slowly stalking towards the gazelle. If you were home and watching this scene unfold on the screen, you would be yelling at yourself to run.

You couldn’t make your legs move, worse still - you didn’t really want to.

Instead you stood there, silent and unmoving. Waiting for the jungle cat to pounce on you, waiting for him to crush your neck with strong jaws and long claws.

Why were you so wet?

“I’m going to pull that short little dress up, and I’m going to make you cum with my fingers. Would you like that baby? You want me to make that little pussy cum?” He was in your space now, towering over you and you couldn’t look away. Your breath was coming hard at the filth pouring out of his mouth.

Charlie never spoke to you this way.

You felt the wall and you realised he’d been herding you, exactly where he wanted you. You looked up at him through your lashes- god he’s so tall, so broad - and his arms came up to rest on either side of your head, essentially caging you in. The heat was rolling off him, was it heat? Or was it your own excitement? You’d never be able to tell, all you knew for certain is that you were dripping. You were feral and you couldn’t stop looking at his mouth. He smiled as he leaned in close, his breath ghosting over your neck as he spoke right into your ear.

“Do you want me to? Do you want me to make you cum baby?” the low tone, the proximity, the wrongness of it. You would never admit it after but you nodded, almost imperceptibly. His smile for you then was genuine.

It felt like his hands were charged with electricity, those wands that they had at science centers that made your skin tingle. You felt it, as his fingers softly skimmed your thigh as they travelled up to your soaked center. He touched the damp spot on your panties and chuckled, then moved them aside swiftly to part your folds. You gasped when he glided his finger over your clit, over and over and over, the pressure far too light.

Your own hands found their way up to clutch at his shirt, you didn’t want to admit that you were holding him close to you. That you didn’t want him to pull away.

“Open up for me baby.” he bit at your ear as he lifted your leg to wrap around his hip, you were spread open for him while he wrapped his arm around your waist to grab at your ass. He was doing this to you during a school trip. This was a low you never thought you’d sink to.

“Just as I thought, look how wet you are - and how tight-” He slid two fingers into you and you moaned, they were thick and you were so turned on it hurt. “Don’t worry baby I’m going to take care of you, make you cum, fuck this tight pussy with my fingers - have to cum fast for me okay? We have to get back. Can you do that? Can you cum for me?” He was kissing your neck and licking your pulse point.

“Answer me, or I'll stop, be a good girl for me.” His fingers pulled out and you whimpered - grabbing at his forearm to pull it back because you needed to cum. He brought his fingers up to your mouth and you looked into his eyes as he rubbed your arousal onto your lips. Your knees almost gave out at the depravity of it, in public. While your students and the other parents waited for you. He was expecting an answer.

“Yes.” Your face was beet red and flushed and the word sealed your fate. He kissed you, rough and fast and it took your breath right out of your lungs. His tongue licked your slick off your lips and plundered your mouth while he fulfilled his promise. His fingers diving back into you, this time with the addition of his thumb on your clit.

You could vaguely hear the wet squelch of your cunt as he sped up. It was so good, it was everything and all you needed was a little push to finally leap into the abyss.

“Come on baby, you’re so fucking wet for me. I think you can take another finger.” The noises were obscene and the stretch was so good - he curled his fingers and touched something white hot and it made you cry out a little louder than you should have. His hand came up and clamped over your mouth and the filth came again. “There it is- that’s what you like right baby? Come on, cum for daddy.” You fell apart then. It was disgusting and you’d never cum this hard in your life.

You were vaguely aware of him fixing your clothes, of him licking every drop of your slick from his fingers.

You were blissed out as you walked back to the table on shaky legs, the guilt creeped in though as you slowly drifted back down to reality, you’d been gone for longer than you thought.

“Sorry about that - we got completely turned around, this place is a maze huh?” Dave spoke, quelling the annoyed looks from the other parents and smoothing it out with practised charm.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look anyone in the eye.

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It was hard to focus for the remainder of the trip. You could feel his eyes on you as you wound your way around the different exhibits.

The turmoil between your brain and your body threatened to drive you into madness - you could still feel him inside you and it caused your heart to race, to excite you. Your brain was scolding you. How could you let him do that to you?

Oh Charlie

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The bus ride back to the school was a bit better, one of the other parents sat beside you and it was as if you could almost pretend that everything was normal. Or you would have been able to - had you not been able to feel David's eyes boring into the back of your head. It was a long ride home.

The school busses were waiting when you pulled into the school and you had to hurry to get your kids to your classroom to get their things. After you made sure they were okay and on the bus you went about getting ready to go home. There was a text from an unknown number in your phone - you didn’t have to guess who it was from.

Be a good girl, and free up a couple of hours for me this Sunday. I will come and get you.

You answered before you could even contemplate what it meant.

Okay.

You didn’t even bother wondering how he would know where to go.

You sat in your car, in one of the parking spaces you and Charlie had. You could see his car next to yours and you had no idea how the hell you were going to walk in there and pretend nothing had happened. How could you have done this, moreover how could you have agreed to see David again?

I’ll tell him it has to stop. Whatever it was that we did it was a horrible mistake.

Your heart was racing as you got off the elevator, every step down the hallway was another lump of stone settling in the pit of your stomach. Charlie was in the shower when you got home - you could hear the water running and all you could think of was how you were sure he’d be able to see what you did written on your face. Another stone.

“Hey babe, how was the trip?” he was all smiles and the accusatory pointed finger in your face never came. Instead he walked over to you and hugged you tightly, little beads of water dripping from his hair onto your shoulder.

“It was good, how was your day?” His voice lulled you, made you want to forget everything you’d done and it was easier trying to put the whole thing out of your mind than think about it in front of Charlie. It was a stupid mistake and it wasn’t even worth remembering. On Sunday it would be fixed. You were going to tell David to fuck off and then everything would go back to normal.

“It was good - I was thinking we could go out for dinner tonight. What do you think?” He was all smiles, all sweetness.

“Sure babe.” You tried to be happy. You tried to focus, but you could still feel the stretch of David’s fingers when you moved.

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I’ll be there in an hour, wear something pretty for me.

The text came in and your heart started racing. You had told Charlie that you were going to the school to prepare some work for tomorrow and he had just smiled and nodded. Told you to take your time - that he loved you.

You were determined to tell David that this was not going to become a thing. It was not going to escalate. You conveniently ignored the fact that you wore your cutest sundress, your sheer panties, the matching bra. It was a confidence thing. Nothing to do with David.

I’m here.

You practically ran out the door. It was to end things, you were in a hurry to end things. There was a big SUV waiting in the visitors parking lot and you saw him sitting, looking at his phone. He smiled when he saw you and you felt the butterflies in your stomach as you got into the front seat. He gave you a once over, the shortness of your dress, the fact that your hair was done - and smiled as he drove away from your building; from your life.

Tell him, tell him to turn around and to take you back home. To leave you alone forever.

“Where are we going?” Was what came out when you opened your mouth.

“Somewhere we can be alone.” Was all he said, his hand moved and rested on your thigh as he drove. You stared at it and to your shame and excitement, you didn’t move it away. He gripped your thigh possessively, stroking the inside of it and it made you ache.

Do it - move his hand away, tell him - go on.

You put your hand on his, but you couldn’t move it away. The heat from his big palm was seeping into your skin and instead you just pressed his hand with yours.

Pathetic.

You were in an abandoned parking garage a little while later and he parked in a far corner. Your blood was pumping and you were nervous. He unbuckled his seatbelt and moved his seat all the way back, so he was far away from the steering wheel.

“David, I don’t think-” You started speaking but he cut you off.

“Come over here.” He tapped his lap and your stomach dropped, you wanted to crawl over there so bad. You stared at him and he raised his eyebrows. “Are you going to be a brat? Come over here, if I have to ask again you’re going to be punished.” You felt the wave of arousal wash over you. What could he possibly mean? You didn’t want to find out - not yet anyway.

You crawled over the console awkwardly and sat in his lap, straddling him. He smiled at you and settled his hands on your thighs.

“Such a good girl for me, did you think about me?” He lifted your dress slightly and grabbed handfuls of your ass. You couldn’t help but groan, you could feel him hardening underneath you and you didn’t even register your hands coming up to wrap around his neck. They seemed to play with the hair at the nape of his neck on their own. How could he excite you so much? “Answer me baby, when I ask you a question you need to answer me.” He was kissing your neck, and slowly undoing the buttons of your sundress.

“Yes.” You breathed as he exposed your bra, the lace so fine it was completely transparent. He smiled as he studied you. Face flushed, dress bunched up around your thighs, lips parted.

“What did you think about?” He runs the pads of his fingers across the tops of your breasts as he speaks and you can’t even begin to rationalise why you’re doing this.

“I thought about you…” you tried to be coy but you knew he wouldn’t leave it there.

“What about me, did you think about me touching you? Tell me.” He separates his body from yours, you can see that he wants you to answer before he continues. You can feel your face getting flushed.

“I thought about what we did at the museum, your hands…” you unconsciously tried to get closer to him and he smiled. He smelled so good, you could feel his cock and it made you ache.

“You thought about my hands? Be specific, baby. Tell me what you thought about.” He started kissing the tops of your breasts, slowly making his way down, kissing every inch he could reach through the fabric. You could feel the slick pooling at your entrance, you knew what he wanted. Your mind briefly went back to Charlie, to how he was intimidated by dirty talk.

“I thought about how I could still feel your fingers in my pussy when I got home. They stretched me so good.” Your face was beet red and your skin was on fire. This was what he wanted. He rewarded you by pulling your bra down, exposing your breasts. Your nipples were hard and begging for his mouth and he obliged; pulling you close so he could wrap his lips around one. His mouth was hot and you could feel his teeth just a little. Just enough to make you moan.

“Such a good girl for me, now you get a reward for being so good for daddy.” He bit your nipple a little harder than you thought and there was a bit of pain but it felt so good you let out a breathy moan. You felt him sucking and in the back of your mind, you knew this would leave a mark. Warning bells were going off, he couldn’t leave a mark. Charlie couldn’t see this.

He let go of one nipple to give the same attention to the other - it was so good you had to clutch at the back of his head, you wanted him closer. All thoughts of the marks forgotten when his tongue felt so good.

“Does it feel good? How wet are you right now baby?” He honed in on your nipple again, holding your breasts in his big hands and alternating between the two.

“Yes, god yes - it feels so good. I’m so wet for you…” All you could do was watch, watch as he licked and licked and licked until you were dizzy from the pleasure. Until you thought you might faint, until your nipples were overly sensitive and you could see the hickeys and the little bite marks.

“Show me how wet you are.” He pulled off and let you scoot back a little, you pulled your dress up and he saw the wet patch on your underwear. It was so bad it had soaked through onto his lap. The bulge in his jeans- a little darker. He groaned and skimmed his knuckle against the damp spot at your core and you shuddered. You were so keyed up from the attention he’d given your breasts that it wouldn’t take much at this point.

He undid his jeans and pulled himself out - his cock was so thick, your eyes widened - momentarily nervous. This whole thing just became real. Touching and words could be justified as a temporary madness, you didn’t know what you were doing. Sex, letting him fuck you - that would be the final line to cross. He saw the hesitation in your eyes.

You watched his hand grasp his cock and slowly start to stroke it between your legs, a pearly bead of precum on the head before his thumb swiped through it. Using it to make the strokes more fluid. He let you watch - saw your tongue lick your lips and he let you make the choice.

He waited for you to make the choice, but he didn’t make it easy.

“You see baby? You see how hard you make daddy's cock? I think about you, about how pretty you would look with it in your mouth, in your throat. About you bouncing on it - fucking you deep. Fucking my cum into you until you’re full of me.” He was working himself up, you could hear the slick strokes and you clenched, you needed him inside you.

Wordlessly, you pulled your panties to the side and scooted closer.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want.” He didn’t stop stroking and you felt yourself getting desperate. You were about to let this married man fuck you in his car, in the middle of a parking garage in broad daylight. You couldn’t remember ever being this excited in your life.

“I want your cock, I want you to fuck me - please.” You were not above begging right now.

He was merciful - he pulled you closer and rubbed his cock through your folds once - then he slid inside. The stretch made you gasp. It hurt a little bit, even with how wet you were.

“Look how well you’re taking me baby, I know it’s a lot - so tight, god you feel so good.” He rested his head on your chest while he let you get accustomed. “Need to get you a little wetter, wet enough to take my big cock.” He focused on your nipples again, making you cry out. You were so full and your nipples were so sensitive you didn’t think you could take any more.

“Please - please move, please make me cum.” You were so overwhelmed you were on the verge of tears. He bucked up once and you gasped - he was pressed up against the spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars and you were moaning, you rolled your hips and as he bucked up into you and you knew the coil was about to snap. He snaked his hand down - pressing his thumb to your clit. Your slick was drenching his lap and you told him i’m gonna cum and he gripped your ass to really buck up and when you came he bit at your breast again.

“God you’re pussy gets so fucking wet when you cum, fuck - squeezing me so fucking tight, I’m going to think about this cunt later.” He came with a groan - open mouthed kisses on your breasts. You could feel his cum dripping out of you and you gave a silent prayer that you were on birth control.

You were not a virgin. You’d had sex before - you’d had good sex before. This wasn’t good sex. This was great sex -this was otherworldly and it scared you with how good you felt. Even with the bites and hickeys on your tits. How were you supposed to hide this? It was hard to feel the guilt when he was rubbing your back like this, when he was kissing your neck and loving you like this.

“You did so good baby - such a good girl for me.” He pulled you down to him by the back of your neck and he kissed you - his tongue running along the seam of your mouth. You granted him entrance and it was consuming, your hands gripped his hair and you clenched around him. He rewarded you with a groan into your mouth. Even with the guilt you couldn’t get close enough. His praise was like a tonic - you needed it and his kisses. You whimpered into his mouth and he knew. He knew what you needed. “My best girl, my beautiful girl. Took me so well, made me cum with that pretty pussy.” He kissed your neck and rubbed your back lovingly and you felt like a cat in a bright patch of sun under his praise. Cuddly and satiated as you burrowed into the crook of his neck.

“A few more minutes and then we have to go home.” He spoke into your hair as he let you take your comfort.

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“You okay babe?” Charlie's voice startled you when you walked into the apartment, your tote bag full of school things, untouched on your shoulder.

“Yes - why?” You answered too quickly - you expected him to see everything written on your face. You could still feel David's cock inside you, his cum currently pooled in your panties. Could feel your breasts were a little sore from his attention and that excited you more than it had any right to.

“Nothing just looks like you’ve seen a ghost - did you get a lot done? I made dinner by the way - your favourite.” He smiled from the couch, he was playing video games which was good. Would mean he wouldn’t intrude on you in the bathroom. The guilt was hot and heavy in your gut but you plastered a smile on your face.

“Yeah, lots of activities planned for the kids tomorrow. Thanks babe- i’m going to shower quickly.” You smiled and came over to kiss him on the forehead quickly. Making sure not to linger too quickly. You had no idea if you smelled like David. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

“Okay honey, I’ll wait for you to eat.” He went back to his game.

----

This was not good.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror naked, your breasts were full of hickeys, little bruises. Your nipples were puffy from David’s mouth and the soreness between your legs was insistent. The tell tale heart only it was under your clothes instead of your floorboards.

How the fuck am I going to hide this?

The lips of your sex were sensitive when you washed, you kept replaying the whole thing over in your mind and you still couldn’t believe you’d done this. Not only had you done it, you’d enjoyed it immensely. His words, god his words.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help but compare them, Charlie and David. Polar opposites, especially in how they made you feel.

Charlie was dependable, he was home - pure comfort and love.

David was excitement, sex and filth and he made you so wet you couldn’t stand it. When he called you his good girl something inside you luxuriated, something was fulfilled that you didn't even realize needed fulfilling. You knew though, you knew this had to be a one time thing.

It couldn’t continue - you ignored that thing inside you that slithered, whispered that you couldn’t stop now - it was too good. You were really good at ignoring things it seemed.

It could have been considered cruel that Charlie’s blind acceptance of your excuse as to why you didn’t want to have sex annoyed you. You ignored that too.

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David smiled at the wet spot on his jeans when pulled into his driveway.

You had been so responsive, so open to his touch. So receptive of his words and his actions.

The look on your face when he had your tits in his mouth had made him so painfully hard, he was rougher than he meant to be. His original plan had been to ease you into it - soft touches and soft words until he knew you were ready but that little dress, the sheer bra. You were going to be trouble and he couldn’t wait.

It was clear that whoever the jackass was you were engaged to - he wasn’t doing you justice. He wasn’t wringing pleasure out of you like he should be. He could see how much you had enjoyed his attention - even the roughness, the bites and the marking. Thinking about those marks and hickeys on your nipples excited him even now.

He was glad he was home alone - he could put his clothes to wash.

He had so many plans.

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You managed to put David out of your mind when you went back to work. Your kids took up so much of your energy and it was nice to feel normal, you went so far as to delete his messages on your phone. Not before you saved his name as D, but nevermind that.

After a few days with no contact, you could almost pretend that you had hallucinated the whole thing. Until you saw the -thankfully- fading hickeys on your chest. You had told Charlie that you weren't feeling your best, that you wanted to keep your shirt on during your coupling and as always he agreed happily.

Seemed he could sense your inner peace, a message had come through late in the week while you were on your lunch break.

Free up Saturday night, be ready by 8

Your heart was racing, you could feel it in your clit. You didn’t answer, you wanted to make sure you could actually get away before responding but he didn’t like that. Another text came through.

I expect an answer.

Okay.

You texted back quickly.

Okay what…?

Oh god - you knew what he wanted you to write and it felt so wrong, so dirty but it excited you so much.

Okay daddy.

You blushed and covered your face, almost embarrassed, needing to see his reply but not wanting to face it at the same time.

That’s my good girl. Saturday at 8.

His praise was everything, it made your heart sing, made you feel light and giddy. You like being his good girl don’t you? That slithering thing again - you ignored it. It shamed you that the only thing you could do for the rest of the day, was try to think of a way to get rid of Charlie for the weekend.

—-

Charlie seemed pleasantly surprised, you had -very sneakily- messaged his best friend Jack that he should plan a boys weekend. That you thought he needed to have some fun. To stop thinking about the wedding. Oh god the wedding.

Jack had told you that Charlie was lucky you were so cool and that he’d plan something.

“Are you sure babe? I don’t have to go- it’s just a weekend at Jack’s cottage but I’m sure it’ll be fine if you came or if I stayed here.” You could see he wanted you to be happy, you stomped away the guilt.

“No you go ahead, Jack will be happy to have the boys there without the girlfriends or fiancé’s.” You gave him your most convincing smile. He smiled, promising that if you needed anything he would come back at the drop of a hat.

Not likely. You stomped the slithering thing down too.

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Charlie left on Thursday night, Jack insisted they stay there until Monday morning and you talked Charlie into going. You relished the idea of being alone, pretending at least in some fucked up part of your brain that you were single. That David was single - just two single adults without families, without any responsibilities or commitments.

When Saturday finally came you were on edge, you had started getting ready a couple of hours before in your excitement. You didn’t want to delve too deep into what that meant but nevertheless.

You focused your energy on making sure your hair looked good, moisturizing your skin - meaningless things that took up your time and helped you conveniently ignore that you were prepping for sex with a married man while your fiance was with his friends.

I’m here.

Your heart leapt, you spritzed your best perfume and made your way out. You couldn’t help but smile as you made your way down.

He was serious when you got into the car and for a moment you were afraid you’d displeased him somehow, it should have worried you how much you craved his approval - his praise.

“Hi.” You said shyly - hoping he’d notice your dress but he didn’t. He drove without a word. What had happened? You thought back to how he had comforted you - held you close and rubbed your back. You wanted that, you wanted a little tenderness before the filth came. It seemed as though he sensed your panic and he placed his hand on your thigh- it calmed you more than it should have.

“Hi baby.” he gave you a little smile and the slithering thing stretched and luxuriated. Everything was okay.

“Where are we going?” You asked him - even though you knew he probably wouldn’t tell you but he surprised you.

“To my house - I’m going to fuck you in my bed.” He spoke casually, completely unphased. His eyes focused on the road, on the streetlights and signs. He couldn’t see how your heart leapt, how the heat spread from your face to your ears, leaving splotches of pink on your chest.

“But - what about?” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words, your wife.

“She took the girls to their grandparents - I have the house to myself for the weekend. So i’m going to take advantage. Going to take you home - spread you out on my bed and I’m going to do all of the things I’ve been thinking about this whole week.” He spoke as he turned onto a neat little street, full of spaced out homes. Houses that screamed soccer moms and wall-street dads. White picket fences and minivans.

The house both matched him and it didn’t. It made sense that he’d be able to afford this - your thoughts went back to the designer bag Mrs. York brought to your meeting. The SUV you were sitting in had leather seats, it was probably brand new, Carol probably drove a Mercedes. They obviously had money.

You noticed that the lights outside the house were off - didn’t want his neighbours to see him bringing a woman who was definitely not his wife home on a Saturday night. He guided you to the house wordlessly and the guilt reared its ugly head at the sight of two bikes, casually tossed onto the porch. This man was married; had a family and here you were - wet and itching to get underneath him.

It was worse when you got in the house, his wife very much present in all things. Her shoes at the door, her sweater draped over a tasteful sectional. Little avatars of his children were scattered here too - dolls clothes, the evidence of a school project you had assigned. Graded work and colourful pictures drawn by little hands held up by souvenir magnets on the fridge. Visible even from outside the kitchen. Evidence of his life which shouldn’t have had any space for you.

Tell him to take you home right this minute your brain berated you. Your conscience was begging you to take back your life- this could only end badly. You thought of your upcoming wedding, of your sweet fiance who doted on you. On the boring unfulfilling sex the slithering thing added.

You thought all these things and more, but your legs carried you wherever he led. Your pussy dripped for him, your mouth stayed shut. Instead you followed him dutifully up the stairs - passed rooms with colourful block letters, rooms his daughters slept in. The cream coloured carpet under your feet was plush and it cushioned the sound of your steps - steps that took you passed a home office. You could see him there, sitting and working while his daughters played. While his wife cooked dinner.

You had no business here and yet, you kept walking.

The bedroom was tasteful, it was decorated with soft colours, taupes and beiges. The bed was neatly made - piled high with pillows and cushions. You could see them on this bed, David and Carol here, fucking in this bed. It was a curious feeling, you weren’t jealous; you had no reason to be. You had Charlie and he had Carol, was he looking for the same thing in you that you had found in him? He didn’t seem like the kind of man to settle.

You were looking around; so lost in your thoughts you barely heard him approach you and before you knew it he was wrapped around you and the thoughts melted away. His hands burned a path across your skin wherever they touched you.

“I fuck my wife in this bed. I fuck her and think of you. I think about how wet you got when I got your tits out. How wet you get when you cum.” he spoke into your ear and you had to take a deep breath, the ease with which he spoke to you like this was astounding. He walked you toward the bed until you had no choice but to sit.

“You look so pretty when you blush baby.” he ran his hand through your hair, gripping it a little tight, pulling it back so your neck was craned up to him - it pulled a gasp out of your mouth.

“I keep thinking about you like this - looking up at me.” He was taking in everything about you - his gaze travelling the length of your body. “I don’t want to have to ask you things twice tonight. I know you’re going to be a good girl. Are you excited?”

“Yes, very excited.” You answered quickly and he smiled.

“Open your mouth for me baby, show daddy how excited you are.” He started undoing his pants and you unconsciously scooted closer to him. Everything about him lit a fire within you and the thought of his cock in your mouth was making you drool.

He was already hard, you looked up at him through your lashes; tongue out and ready.

“My pretty girl - look at you, so gorgeous like this. Mouth open ready for my cock.” He held himself in one hand while the other held your chin. You licked the bead of precum from the tip and almost moaned. “Tongue out.” He thrust into your mouth slowly- letting you get accustomed to his size, pushing a little deeper each time. You made to raise your hands but he pulled away.

“No baby, not yet, let me fuck your mouth, be good for me - get your tits out for me.” You moaned as you pulled your shirt and bra down. He groaned at the faint marks on your nipples from the last time you were together and continued.

You were so wet, you could feel your panties sticking to you. You sat there as still as you could while he repeatedly slid his cock into your mouth. He would push until he hit your throat and wait until you gagged and then pull out, until you felt the tears sliding down your cheeks. You felt depraved with his precum and your spit dripping onto your chest but the sounds he was making were worth it.

“Look at you, so fucking pretty like this baby, you’re being so good, such a good girl for me. I could cum just like this.” You moaned at his words, at his praise, at the taste of him. He switched your positions so you were standing between his spread legs on the bed. He slowly took your clothes off, kissing your stomach as he went.

“Look at that- look how wet this pretty pussy is. Is all this from having my cock in your mouth baby?” He ran his fingers along your lower lips, all pretty and glossy for him. He kept his touch feather light while he waited for a response.

“Yes, yes you make me this wet, your hands, your mouth, your cock - you.” You brought your hands up to touch his hair and he let you, his hand keeping that slow rhythm - driving you mad with want. He licked at your nipples again while you stood there, steadily gripping his hair tighter and tighter. He pulled away momentarily to take the rest of his clothes off, and when he was done you walked over to him again but before you could mount him he got up and walked around to the side of the bed facing a full length mirror.

You made to straddle him but he stopped you, turning you so you faced away from him; he wanted you to see yourself.

“Look at you, look at how pretty you look. You’re going to watch as Daddy fucks you. We’re both going to watch you bounce on my cock.” He kissed your hip, and bit at your asscheek playfully. You swallowed hard, thinking back to Charlie and knew he never would have thought of this.

He pulled you down and guided himself into your soaked center- the stretch of him making you groan and flutter around him. He spread your legs with his knees, you could see where you were joined in the mirror and the vision of you like that was dizzying. You could hardly recognize yourself like this, your skin was flushed, lips parted, hair dishevelled. You could still see your spit on your chest - you gasped when he bucked up.

“Look how well you take me? Look how well you're taking my cock, does it feel good? Do you like watching?” He moved his hands from their steady grip at your hips, up to grab your tits.

“Yes - god yes Daddy, it feels so good.” You were unhinged. Feeling his cock splitting you open was one thing, seeing it disappear into your body brought the whole thing to another level.

“My best girl, this is my pussy. Mine.” His movements were getting frantic and you couldn’t help but moan, your slick soaking his lap at his words. “Say it, tell me it’s mine.” He brought one hand down to rub perfect little circles at your clit and your climax raced up to hit you. You came with a god yes and he stilled his movements. Your cunt squeezing him so tightly he could barely move. He stood up quickly and put your hands up against the mirror without pulling out.

“Hold still for me, I want you to watch yourself get fucked.” You moaned, you were so wet the sounds were obscene, a wet slap against your ass. It was so dirty, the way he grabbed at you. The way he held your shoulder so he could fuck you harder than you’d ever been fucked and it was too much. You felt on the verge of tears at the intensity but he kept going, until you felt him cum inside you. Felt him dripping out of you and onto that lush carpet.

You couldn’t remember how many times he’d made you cum. All you knew was you were tired, your body spent, your cunt was sore, your tits were sore - your muscles. Everything - but still he wanted more.

He pulled you into the shower to wash your combined pleasure off, but he coaxed more pleasure out of you with his fingers as the water soothed you slightly.

You laid in his bed, maybe even in Carol’s spot with his head between your thighs. He told you how good your pussy tasted, how he owned it; and he did.

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