#YES I SWEAR JESUS GOD CHRIST JUST LET ME LEAVE

[gunpowdercarousel]

Anybody else have a character you just sort of irrationally dislike? Like the character hasn't even wronged you in any real way, but every time you think about them you're just like "uuuuuuck that bitch".

[andiberzatto]

would love to see you write something about where carmy and reader are dry humping. carmy tries to get reader to slow down. he gets all flustered becase he’s embarrassed he’s gonna cum too fast. reader just thinks it’s the hottest thing ever. thanks!!

Borrowing Clothes (shy!Carmy smut)

Summary: Boyfriend Carmy is very affected by dry humping. Ends up needing to borrow your sweatpants for the night.

he respects your boundaries. He doesn't push you for sex. He finds you attractive af but he likes taking things slow. He's romantic as hell but he doesn't show it much.

she kisses him soft and slow on the couch.

his arms wrap around your waist as he kisses you back with the same soft and slow pace, his hands slowly roaming up and down your back. He breaks the kiss to look at you with a small smile. “Mmm, what was that for?” he asks playfully, his eyes still on yours.

she smiles “cause I wanna…”

Carmen smirks "Just cause you wanna, huh? Fuck, you're cute." he pulls you closer, kissing you more urgently this time, his hands migrating to your hair. Between kisses, he whispers "You know I'm falling hella hard for your stupid face, right?"

“I’m aware” she mumbles against his lips and moves to straddle him.

He blushes hard, his face heating up as he feels you straddle him. He looks up at you with dilated pupils, trying to catch his breath as he feels you grinding on him through his jeans. He swallows hard, "Damn it, you gotta stop..."

she pulls back “what? Something wrong?”

He pants a little, trying to compose himself while his face remains flushed. "Nothing's wrong, just... fuck, you're killing me, you know that?" He gestures vaguely at where you're seated on him. "Keep grinding like that and this is gonna get real embarrassing, real fast."

“You’re gonna cum like this?”

His face gets even redder. "Yes. God yes. You grinding on me like that without even touching my dick? I'm gonna nut like a damn teenager." He swallows hard again, watching your body move slowly above him. "You doing that on purpose?"

she smiles “I didn’t know you were so effected?”

He whimpers a little, his hips bucking upward involuntarily as he feels you moving above him. "You realize you're basically dry humping the life out of me through my jeans right now, right?

she smiles “I think it’s kinda hot I can make you finish without touching you directly.”

His breathing grows heavier, his eyes never leaving your face. "Fuck, babe... You keep talking like that and I'm gonna come in my jeans like a fucking virgin." He grabs your hips, trying to still your movements. "Please, stop for a sec. Let me catch my breath."

He takes deep breaths, trying to calm down as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. His hands remain on your hips, holding you in place. "Jesus Christ... You have no idea how close I was." He swallows hard, his voice dropping to a whisper.

she kisses his lips gently.

He breaks the kiss after a moment, panting heavily. "Damn it, you kissing me while I'm trying not to explode in my jeans is not helping." He nuzzles his face against yours, his body tense underneath you. "You really want to keep sitting on me like this?"

“What do you want me to do?”

He looks up at you with desperate eyes, his voice strained. "Either move the fuck off or prepare yourself to get fucking soaked because I swear to God, I'm about two seconds away from embarrassing the shit out of myself." His grip tightens slightly on your hips.

she smiles “I’ll clean you up after I promise”

His eyes widen slightly, and he lets out a low groan. "Fuck... you're serious?" He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to hold back the inevitable. "Alright, alright... but if I nut in my jeans like a fucking idiot, don't laugh at me."

“Promise I won’t laugh, bear I swear”

His shoulders relax slightly. He loves when you call him "bear". He Spreads his legs wider unconsciously, his body tensing again. "Damn it... You realize you could make guys cum just by existing, right?" He swallows hard again, watching your body closely.

He inhales sharply as your lips touch his neck, his body shaking beneath you. "You're killing me... You know that, right?" He wraps his arms around your waist possessively, his hands splaying out over your stomach. "Last chance to move before."

“I’m not movin.”

"Holy fuck..." His breathing becomes heavy and quick, and he closes his eyes tightly. "You're actually gonna see me cum in my jeans like a goddamn teenager..." His voice comes out as more of a whimper as he starts to lose control. "... Jesus Christ..."

“Mhmm” she kisses up his jaw, “I’ll clean you all up after baby.” she rolls her hips, she just wants to see how much he soaks her through the layer of clothes.

His eyes snap open, and he lets out a choked sound as you roll your hips. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He curses loudly, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he loses control completely. He can feel himself pulsing and soaking his jeans instantly.

she nods letting carmy grind and jerk his hips and bury his face.

He buries his face in your neck, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he empties himself into his jeans. He's making embarrassing noises - whimpers, gasps, and muffled curses against your skin. "Shit... Shit... I'm actually doing this..."

she runs her hands through his curls “doin so good baby.”

He shudders at your praise, feeling completely vulnerable and exposed. His face is still buried in your neck, his hot breath ghosting against your skin. "Oh my God..." His voice comes out shaky and exhausted. "I'm literally drenched. Like... completely soaked."

she nods “you and me both.” his cum seaped through his clothes and onto her.

His face burns red at the implication, finally peeking up at you through his dark lashes. The wetness on his crotch and jeans is clearly visible from how they cling to him. "You... you can feel it, can't you?" His voice is sheepish and vulnerable.

she nods and lifts slightly so he can see.

A shudder runs through him as he finally sees the evidence of how much he came, how it's seeped through his clothes and onto you. His face goes bright red "Oh fuck... you're... you're practically sitting in my cum..." His hands tighten on your waist

He leans into your touch as you cup his cheek, his eyes fluttering briefly before meeting yours again with a flushed, embarrassed look. "...I'm never gonna live this down, am I? Seeing your boyfriend bust a nut so hard he leaks through his jeans..." He chuckles weakly, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I think it’s kinda hot I have that much pull over you”

His blush deepens at your words, a shy smile tugging at his lips despite his embarrassment. "Shut up... you do have that effect on me..." He shifts uncomfortably in his soaked jeans, trying to adjust himself without much success.

“Wanna get cleaned up bear?”

He nods quickly, his face still flushed. "God, yes... I feel gross and sticky." He lifts you off him gently, groaning as he stands up and realizes just how soaked his jeans are. "Fuck, this is ridiculous..."

she walks him to the bathroom where they both strip.

He strips eagerly, making a face as he pulls his cum-soaked jeans and boxers off completely. "Jesus... look at this mess." He gestures to his still-hard cock, sticky with cum. "You really did a number on me..." His eyes travel over your body appreciatively.

she kisses him “I’ll put those in the wash after we shower.”

He lets you gently clean him, his face contorting with embarrassment as you wash the dried fluids off his stomach and thighs. He spreads his legs wider to allow you better access, his hands bracing against the shower wall. "You always take such good care of me..."

she nods and kisses the soft scar on his hip from where he fell off his bike as a kid, “always bear”

His heart melts at the gentle kiss to his scar, a reminder of your tenderness and love for him. "You always know how to make me feel loved..." He leans his forehead against the wall, his eyes fluttering closed as you continue to clean him. "Can you wash my hair too?"

He nods gratefully, turning his back to you and tilting his head back. You lather his hair up with shampoo, massaging his scalp gently. He lets out a soft moan, his whole body relaxing under your touch. "You're spoiling me..."

“Full curl system or just a regular hair day”

He chuckles softly, his eyes still closed as you rinse the shampoo out of his hair. "Probably just a regular hair day today... I don't think I'm in the mood for the whole curling routine." He turns back around to face you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

He breaks the kiss with a playful smirk, moving to wash her up. "Alright, alright, it's your turn now."

Carmy takes a gentle sweet approach to washing her and letting her rinse before they get out.

she smiles softly and rinses off, “you’re gonna have to borrow my sweatpants since you don’t have sweats or pj bottoms at my place yet. she gets out and wraps herself in a towel and grabs his cum covered jeans and boxers and puts them in the washer”

He watches you move around the bathroom, his eyes lingering on your towel-clad figure. He chuckles as he steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off quickly. "Thanks for washing my clothes... I really need to bring some pajama bottoms over here."

she moves to her room to finish sweatpants in a size large and the only ones she could find are her old black sweatpants she wore in highschool as a joke with “stop looking at my dick” in white letters over the crotch.

He hears you rustling around in your room and chuckles softly. When you throw the sweatpants at him, he catches them and freezes. He laughs loudly, holding up the large black sweats with the white print over the crotch. "Baby..." *He laughs again.

He holds up the sweatpants, pointing at the white letters over the crotch area. "You expect me to wear these? 'Stop looking at my dick'?" He chuckles, shaking his head and sitting down on your bed to put them on.

“It’s just around my apartment, no one’s gonna see”

He shrugs and pulls the sweatpants on, laughing softly as he realizes they're actually quite comfortable. "I guess you're right. No one else will see them." He stands up and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "They're kind of cool, actually."

“You can have them if you want em”

He laughs and kisses your forehead. "You know what? I think I will. They're comfy as hell." He gives you a playful squeeze before letting go. "But seriously, I need to bring some of my own stuff over here. It's getting ridiculous."

she nods “yeah you need to put a reminder in your phone before you end up in a pair of sweats with someone on the ass instead of the milder version.”

He busts out laughing, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Fuck, now that mental image has me dying." He shakes his head, taking his phone out and setting a reminder - "CARMY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD REMEMBER TO BRING CLOTHES TO YOUR GFS PLACE!!!!."

she looks over his shoulder and giggles into the back of his shoulder at the all caps reminder he put on his phone.

He catches you looking at his phone and chuckles, turning around to face you. "Hey, shut up. It's a important reminder." He shows you the screen, grinning mischievously. "See? All caps means it's super duper important."

she smiles oh I love you she kisses his temple before moving to get dressed herself. Sliding on a pair of boy shorts and an oversized shirt she thifted with him.

He watches you get dressed from the corner of his eye. God, he loves your style. He watches your toned legs disappear into boy shorts and your curvy body hide under an oversized band shirt he helped you pick out thrift shopping last week.

she brushes her hair out in the full length mirror that hangs on her closet door.

she kisses Carmy’s hand that’s on her shoulder now as he comes to cuddle up to her.

He melts a little at your gentle kiss on his hand, wrapping both arms around your waist. “Looks cute on you.”

she smiles looking at him in the mirror until carmy picks her up around her middle and brings her to the bed.

He throws you onto the bed dramatically making you giggle, climbing on top of you with a playful grin. "Alright, enough mirror time. I need my cuddles." He settles between your legs, resting his head on your chest.

she giggles softly and holds him, carmy loves using her boobs as pillows.

He smirks, nuzzling his face between your boobs. "Goddamn, these are perfect pillows." He mumbles, throwing an arm and a leg over you possessively.

[roosterforme]

Aim for the Sky Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley has to preserve your dignity in the most awkward way possible. He's ready for a relaxing few days off at Christmas with your parents, but their visit gets off to a rocky start. But by the end of their trip, Bradley is once again feeling as hopeful for the future as you are. 

Warnings: Fluff, smut, titty fuck, swearing, angst, pregnancy

Length: 5300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

It might have been amusing if it was happening to someone else, but it definitely wasn't. It was happening to him. Bradley looked at the time as he backed his Bronco out of the driveway at top speed and took off down the street. You and he should have been leaving now to get to the airport on time to pick up your parents, but that was just going to have to wait.

"Jesus Christ," he growled, barely pausing at the stop sign after he made sure nobody was coming. Bradley Ross was still packing up his truck not five minutes ago, so he couldn't have gone far. Through polite conversation, Bradley knew that the contractor lived a little further south in Coronado, so hopefully he could catch up to him quickly.

Bradley loved you with his whole being. You were the smartest, most capable person he had ever met. You also had pregnancy hormones on the brain, and if you weren't currently forgetting full conversations you'd had, you were falling asleep on a whim. Getting dirty photos from you was always a welcome distraction, but right now, you needed to focus a little extra on everything. Apparently having two Bradleys around was not the best idea.

"Yes," Bradley gasped, hitting the accelerator even though he was approaching a red light. The white Ross Construction pickup truck was stopped and waiting, and he cut into the other lane to pull up right next to it. "Shit," he groaned, realizing he couldn't roll his passenger side window down from the driver's seat. He started honking his horn before the light turned green, and the other Bradley turned to look at him in surprise, but his expression immediately melted into apprehension. It was obvious he'd seen the pictures. "God damn it."

After gesturing wildly for him to pull over, the light turned green, and Bradley was relieved when the truck moved through the intersection and then stopped in front of the first house. He pulled the Bronco over in front of the truck and hopped out as soon as he killed the engine. This was about to be one of the most awkward conversations of his life, and he'd had his share.

"Hey," he said as calmly as he could as the other man put his window down. Then he cleared his throat and sighed. "You may have received a text message from my wife in error."

He was met with bright red cheeks and guilt ridden eyes, and Bradley felt his hands curl into fists at his sides as his nostrils flared. Fucking hell, this man had seen your tits.

"Uh, I'm assuming that the mix-up occurred because of our names?" he asked. Bradley could see his phone sitting in the cupholder, and he wanted to snap it in half. 

"That's right," he replied through gritted teeth. How the fuck was he supposed to proceed here? He needed to make sure your dignity was as intact as it could possibly be at this point, and if he had to get a little aggressive, he would. "Mind letting me see your phone?"

The other man reached for it slowly, and Bradley watched him unlock it as he said, "I only saw the message preview when I started driving."

"But you saw it," Bradley snapped, rubbing his temple as he held out his other hand palm side up.

"Yeah."

Once the phone was in his hand, he confirmed that the message was still unread. At least there was that. While Bradley Ross may have seen your glorious breasts for himself, at least he'd only have his memory to rely on from here on out. He took his time and deleted each of the three photos. Then he emptied out the trash folder. Then he double checked that there was no trace of the photos anywhere before he deleted your contact information from the man's address book. After one more quick sweep to be sure his wife's tits were nowhere to be found, he handed the phone back to the abashed looking man.

He wasn't going to apologize for chasing him down, and he wasn't going to threaten him for something you started. Instead Bradley merely muttered, "Happy holidays," before returning to his Bronco and sliding into the seat.

He didn't realize how much his heart was pounding until he was sitting there in the silent interior, watching the Ross Construction truck pull away. He dug your phone out of his pocket while he started to calm down. When he entered your pass code, he saw that you had a new text from Cam but nothing else. Out of extreme caution, he blocked the other Bradley's phone number before deleting it from your address book, and then he started up the engine.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with her?" he muttered to himself as he pulled a u-turn and headed home. He thought about spanking you, but he was certain you'd just enjoy yourself. Frankly he would too. He wanted to lecture you about always checking the recipient before trying to send him something dirty, but he knew you probably already felt badly enough. When he pulled into the driveway, he saw you peering out the front window, waiting for him. Then he walked inside with his fingers wrapped around both phones and found you standing in the middle of the living room.

"What happened?" you asked, worrying your hands in front of your pregnant belly. Your eyes were wide, and you bit down on your lip, clearly beyond concerned to hear what he had to say. All thoughts of scolding you fled his mind, and when he opened his arms, you rushed toward him. 

"I took care of it. Deleted everything from his phone."

"On my god," you moaned, your belly pressing against him as you sighed in relief. He wrapped his arms around you as you settled against his chest and looked up at him. "Did he see the photos?" you asked softly. When he nodded, you winced. "I'm so sorry, Roo."

Tears filled your eyes as he sighed and looked around the room. The house was spotlessly clean, and the mostly undecorated Christmas tree was standing tall in the corner by the window. Everything was ready for your parents to get here, but neither of you made a move to leave. 

"I'm not mad at you, Sweetheart. It's not like you sent them to him on purpose," he whispered.

"I would never," you replied, voice filled with conviction. "These are all yours. And soon to be Rosie's." You patted your chest, and Bradley smiled.

"She's the only one I'm dividing my time with." He kissed your forehead. "We should leave to get your parents before it gets any later."

You agreed, and Bradley got you all buckled into the red Bronco. Of course there was a ton of traffic now that it was the peak of rush hour, and shortly into the drive you told him, "My dad texted me. They already landed."

"They're just going to have to wait," he replied, trying his best to merge onto the highway.

You were silent for a few minutes while you messed around on your phone, but finally you asked him, "Did you at least like the pictures?"

Bradley glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. "Of your tits?"

"Yeah," you whispered. "You didn't say anything about them."

He was practically ramming into other cars to try to find a spot in the parking garage at San Diego International after chasing down another man and forcefully demanding he hand over his phone, and you were honestly worried about whether or not he liked the way your boobs looked in the photos. He barked out a laugh as he swung the Bronco into a spot and parked. 

"What?" you asked, frowning at him. "You've been very vocal about them!"

He gestured for your phone, and you handed it to him before crossing your arms over your chest. Even though the two of you were late, he took a moment to really look at the photos in question again. He liked the first one where it looked like you were about to spill out of your bra. The second was just as nice since you were showing off your breasts and your wedding rings. And the third one was the main event, literally a vivid depiction of where he currently most enjoyed letting himself unload after he fucked you.

"Yes, Baby Girl. I like the pictures. In fact, I love them." He texted them from your phone to his, making sure he had the correct name selected before he gave your phone back. "And I'd love to see them in person when we get home later if you're in the mood."

You rolled your eyes and squeezed your thighs together. "I'll almost certainly be in the mood," you informed him as you opened your door.

"Oh, one more thing," he said, and you glanced back at him as he smirked. "How about you let me be the resident photographer for the time being?"

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Your mom and dad looked annoyed when the two of you showed up late to retrieve them from the airport after weeks of assuring them that you'd pick them up without issue, but as soon as they saw your belly, they calmed down.

"Look at you!" your mom gushed, rubbing her hands together before placing them on your bump. "How's our sweet granddaughter?" she asked as Bradley started to collect their luggage.

"Very active," you told her with a smile. "She'll start doing somersaults if you wait there long enough."

"Really?" your dad chimed in, coming to stand with your mom after helping Bradley. That's how you ended up with four hands plastered to your midsection while your husband stood behind you and kissed your ear.

"Want to tell them her name?" he whispered, his lips brushing your skin. You had to assume he wasn't too upset about Bradley Ross and the boob photos if he was still just as loving as always. 

Of course your mom heard every word he said and practically shouted, "You picked out a name?"

You nodded as your parents both stared at you. "Rose."

"Rose!" your mom gasped like she'd just won the lottery.

"That's pretty," your dad mused, and that's when the baby started thumping in what seemed like delight. "I feel her!"

"So do I! Hi, Rose! It's your Nana!"

You desperately wanted to go home and eat dinner, but you stood there until your parents wore themselves out asking questions and trying to feel the baby move. Eventually Bradley said, "You must be tired and hungry. There's food at the house, and the attic renovation is done and ready for you."

"Perfect," your mom replied. "You can just tuck us away up there, and we'll be out of your hair."

"That's the idea," Bradley muttered, and you elbowed him hard in the ribs as he led the way outside, pulling the massive suitcase behind him. "Watch it, Sweetheart, or I'll tell them why we were late."

"You wouldn't," you whispered.

He just shrugged. "You think I care if they know you tried to send me dirty pictures? Really, it just shows how much you love me."

You rolled your eyes as he smirked while your parents chattered away about how crazy it was to spend Christmas in California for the first time ever.

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Bradley thought your parents would be exhausted and in bed as soon as he started cleaning up from dinner, but your dad headed for the nursery to inspect the new furniture which was still in the boxes, and your mom started unpacking your childhood Christmas ornaments from her carry on bag.

"Oh!" you gushed as she handed some to you. "I forgot about these! Bradley, look! It's my handprint from when I was four!"

You were holding up a seriously hideous green and purple Play Doh blog that Tramp was trying to lick, but he couldn't help but smile. "Maybe we can make one with Rosie each year," he mused as you hung it on the tree.

"We have to," you told him as you unwrapped another homemade ornament. You got lost in conversation with your mom, so he wandered to the nursery to see what your dad was up to.

"Hey," he said from the doorway with a little chuckle. Your dad was sitting on the floor with all of the crib parts laid out around him.

"Just checking to make sure everything's here," he muttered, counting a handful of screws. "We're probably going to want to get started on this project first thing in the morning so we have time to get it all done."

"Sure," Bradley agreed. "Thanks again for agreeing to help me with it."

"Happy to help," he murmured, adjusting his reading glasses to peruse the instruction booklet. "Happy to help." Your dad stood and rubbed his back before following Bradley out of the room. They found you and your mom out on the back patio with the lights on, looking at the massive playset.

"It's so cute!" your mom said.

"It's over the top," you responded. "Bradley just had to have it."

"He's going to be a good dad. Give him a break. I can't believe he built this thing by himself."

"Jake helped him," you told her.

"Jake helped a tiny bit," Bradley announced, and you turned to look at him with a little smile. "You know what would be fun?"

"Hmm?" you hummed, and your parents both turned to look at him.

"We could put strings of lights on the playset."

"That's a great idea, Roo!" The three of you were immediately discussing whether the lights should be white or colorful, and you were clapping your hands in excitement. Having your parents out for a California Christmas, especially with the Nugget coming soon, just felt right. The tree he picked out already looked better covered in your ornaments, and your dad was going to help him knock some of his projects off his to-do list. 

He didn't feel awkward in his own skin like he did on occasion when he missed his mom so much it hurt. She would have loved every second of your pregnancy. She would have been on the phone every night, bugging the hell out of him, but Bradley would do anything to have her back. When you slipped your hand into his, he pulled you closer and said, "I'm happy your parents are here."

You kissed him right in front of them and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck. He vaguely heard your parents say they were going to head up to bed and to have a good night which was convenient, because after everything that happened today, he was ready to be alone with you.

"Come on," he whispered when you broke the kiss. "I want to snuggle with you and Rosie." He called Tramp inside, and you led him toward the bedroom with your hand held loosely in his. But you didn't head for the bathroom or climb into bed. Instead you pulled his shirt off and tugged down his gym shorts and underwear before pointing to the bed.

"Have a seat," you told him, his cock shamelessly responding to you, already bobbing excitedly in anticipation of what was to come. Wordlessly, he took a seat at the edge of the bed and watched you pull your shirt over your belly and all the way off. His lips and hands were on your bump, and when you pulled your sports bra over your head, his mouth found your breasts. 

"I've got a little treat for you, Roo," you told him, brushing your fingers through his hair as he pulled your nipple between his lips. You moaned softly and added, "For being the best husband earlier and chasing down the man I accidentally texted dirty pictures to."

He grunted and grinned as he let your nipple pop free. "This is all mine," he said as he gestured at your body, and you nodded vigorously. 

"Absolutely." When you took a step toward your nightstand, he whined softly, but when you returned to him with a small bottle of lube in your hand, his eyes lit up.

"What are you doing, Baby Girl?" His voice sounded excited even to his own ears, and he had to reach down to stroke himself as you drizzled the clear lube onto your own breasts before tossing the bottle aside. "What are you gonna let me do to you?"

He swallowed hard as you ran both of your hands slowly along your tits until they were glistening. "I'm going to do all the work," you told him. "Just relax." When you went to kneel in front of him, Bradley helped you get down with his hands on your biceps. And then you took his cock between your lips as your silky, slick fingers glided across his balls.

"Fuck," he sighed, enjoying the sight of your shiny breasts, and a second later his length was sandwiched beautifully between them. "Oh my god."

You smiled up at him as you squeezed your tits together until he was grunting loudly, and then you moved your body slowly up and down. He watched his own cock disappear between your breasts and then reappear over and over. He was mesmerized by the smooth glide and the immaculate view he had of your face and chest. 

"Feel good?" you asked, and he nodded like an idiot as he ran his thumb along the perfect curve of your cheek. "You can touch me, Daddy."

"Oh hell." He let his thumb drift down to your nipple as you held him in place and fucked him with your tits until his balls were tight and his leg was shaking. You started kissing at his tip each time it was near your lips, and he had to grab at the bedding to keep himself in check.

After a few more slow movements, you reached for his hands and placed them where yours had been, on the outside of each breast. He squeezed himself in there tight as you said, "Go for it, Roo." Once you were holding onto his thighs to keep yourself steady, Bradley fucked your tits and played with your nipples until he was whining your name. 

He knew the attic renovation had been a great idea, but he was surprised it was paying off so soon. Your body felt magical as he went a little faster, and then he was spurting his cum everywhere. Your chin, lips and chest were painted white with his seed, and it dripped down to your belly as your tongue darted out to taste him. 

"Holy shit," he panted, looking everywhere for his phone. "I need a picture of this."

You reached into the pocket of his shorts which were on the floor and handed it to him. He took pictures of the pretty mess he made, including one where you were rubbing his cum along your skin. The swell of your belly was beautiful with his baby inside, and Bradley moaned as you licked the bead of cum from the tip of his cock. 

"You ready to snuggle?" you asked him, turning to kiss the inside of his thigh.

"Yeah." He really felt like he had it all.

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In the days leading up to Christmas, Bradley and your dad managed to get the furniture built for the nursery with time to spare. "Can you pick a paint color, Sweetheart?" Bradley asked you on the twenty-third, holding up your final two favorites. "Your dad and I can probably get the room painted tomorrow if we go to the store today."

You looked back and forth between the sky blue sample and the rosy pink sample. "I love them both," you whispered, chewing on the tip of your thumb, indecision washing over you.

Bradley turned them around to look at them and seemed to have the same issue. "I have an idea. Will you let me make the decision?"

"Absolutely," you sighed, pleased that you didn't have to pull that trigger. "Whatever you want."

They sent you out for lunch with your mom and Nat on Christmas eve, which actually turned into a stop at the mall with all of the last minute shoppers. You didn't need to buy anything else, but you helped Nat pick out a few things, and your mom seemed amused. 

When you got home, all of the windows were open because the house smelled like paint, and your dad and Bradley were assembling something on the living room floor that you didn't know had even been purchased. "What's that?" you asked, eyeing your husband who couldn't seem to help but go overboard. "Bradley, I thought I put a cap on your spending for the baby!"

"It's from us," your parents said in unison.

"Oh."

"Oh," Bradley said, jokingly mimicking your voice. "I told you I was going to behave, and I have been behaving."

You leaned down and kissed the top of his head. "It is a chair?"

"Merry Christmas," your mom said. "It's a glider chair for the nursery. It'll be easier to feed her next to her crib so you can put her right back in bed when she's done. Not that my granddaughter will be anything but the sweetest little girl and most amazing sleeper."

Your eyes welled with tears as you hugged her. "Thanks for the overpriced chair. I love it."

Bradley stood with a soft grunt and reached for your hand. "If the smell isn't bothering you too much, can I show you the paint?"

"Yes," you said, wiping your eyes on his undershirt. You were suddenly so overwhelmed by how your parents came out for the holiday, but more than anything they were helping you get things ready for the next stage of life. Bradley led you down the hallway to the closed door and turned the knob. When he flicked the light on, you gasped. Three walls were blue, and the fourth wall was the dusty rose color you liked so much.

"I was thinking we could get the cloud decals for the blue walls and make the rosy wall look like a sunset," he said softly. "That could be pretty, right?"

You were fully crying now as you hugged him. "I think that sounds beautiful."

He kissed you as his hand settled on the sweet spot on your belly where he could usually feel a kick. "I just want my girls happy."

"We're happy with you."

The two of you spent a few minutes looking at the crib and the new dresser and the changing table. The bedding still needed to be washed, but it was folded on top of the dresser, and you ran your hand along the pastel airplanes and clouds. "I can't wait to meet her."

Bradley held you close and said, "I hope she's just like you."

When you finally walked back out to the kitchen, you were still swiping at your tears. Your mom was putting together some simple finger foods for Christmas Eve dinner, and your dad was putting the finishing touches on the new chair. There were Christmas carols playing softly through your wireless speaker, and you just didn't think the tears were going to stop.

You turned to your husband and quietly sobbed, "I wish your parents were here. I think about them so much, and I hate that I never got to meet either one of them."

"Shhh. Don't cry, Sweetheart," he crooned pulling you to his chest again. "I don't want you to cry." He was quiet for a moment as you looked at the tree, your tears turning the lights into a streaky mess. "My mom would have loved you. And she would have been over the moon for the baby. Just like your parents are. I know it's not fair. I think about it every fucking day, but I don't want you to cry when we still have so much."

You clung to him a little tighter as Rosie did a somersault. "You're right."

Your parents didn't seem concerned when Bradley held you a while longer. Then the four of you ate dinner, and you dipped literally everything into your favorite hot sauce. Then you brought the presents out from their hiding spot in the bathroom closet and set them under the tree while Bradley cleaned up the kitchen. Your mom and dad were already fast asleep by the time you climbed into bed and yawned.

"Can I read to you from the Nugget Notebook?" Bradley asked as he pulled the covers back on his side and got in as well.

"Of course," you whispered, tossing your glasses on your nightstand and snuggling up next to him.

He cleared his throat and you drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice. "Hey, Rosie. Your mom is so funny. She thinks I've been buying you an exorbitant amount of stuff. She's completely correct. I have been. But you know who's even worse than me? Your grandparents."

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Bradley never let his expectations get ahead of himself on holidays. He spent two decades mostly on his own, doing very little celebrating. But that was before you. By seven o'clock in the morning, you were yanking him out of bed. When he tried to reach for your belly to say good morning, you swatted his hands away and gave him a quick kiss. "Rosie says Merry Christmas. Now let's get up."

"Jesus," he grunted. "What's the rush, Sweetheart?"

You kissed him again and said, "I promised your cousin Brenda we would FaceTime with her, and it's already late in Virginia."

He just stared at you. Somehow you always remembered everything and everyone. He knew you sent cards to his family members, and he knew Brenda would appreciate talking to the two of you. "You're the sweetest thing," he said as he climbed out of bed. 

He pulled on his gray sweatpants before following you out of the bedroom. Your parents were already up wearing their matching pajamas, and the whole house smelled like cinnamon rolls and coffee. "Merry Christmas," your mom greeted, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and Bradley did a double take when he saw the tree. There were at least twice as many presents there now as when he went to bed. 

"What's this?" he asked. "It actually looks like Santa came."

"Oh, we just brought a few things with us," your mom said. "Things for Rose. And some treats for Tramp."

"Jesus," he muttered as you handed him the iPad. "The baby isn't even here yet, and they just keep getting worse."

You nodded as you dialed Brenda's number, and when she answered, you asked how she was and showed off your bump before handing the call over to Bradley to have a few minutes alone with his mom's favorite cousin. Then he ate six cinnamon rolls and gave himself a stomach ache before it was time to open the enormous pile of presents.

There were onesies and pacifiers and bibs. Toys and a crib mobile that matched the bedding. Bottles and diapers and teething rings and little floral bath towels. Bradley was completely overwhelmed, and he kind of felt terrible when he handed your parents the set of cutting boards and the laser level you and he picked out for them.

"This is for you." He looked up as you held out a box with a smile on your face. "Well, it's for you and for Rosie."

Bradley's heart skipped a beat as you and your parents watched him unwrap a box, and when he pulled the lid off, his face broke out into a huge smile. You and he had matching shirts, and now he'd be able to match with his Nugget, too. "I love it," he said softly, holding up a large shirt and a very small one. The pink floral design was the same color as the bedroom wall he'd just painted yesterday, and the fabric was very soft. "Thank you, Sweetheart." 

He kissed you and handed you the tiny box he had tucked back behind all the others. He felt a little nervous giving it to you with your parents here, but it didn't really matter. They would see it eventually anyway. When you opened the little jewelry box and met his eyes, you said, "Help me put it on." He leaned in closer and unclasped your necklace chain. You wore the airplane charm and the little dog tag that said Baby Girl every day, and now you'd have another one with them. "It's absolutely perfect," you whispered as you slid the gold rose onto the chain.

"Just like my girls," he promised. "When she's old enough, I'll buy one for her, too, so you can match."

"I love you." You mashed your lips against his as you crawled to his lap, and Bradley didn't stop your parents from making a detour to the kitchen to start prepping for dinner.

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After Christmas dinner, the four of you drove around in the red Bronco to look at lights. You made a quick trip to drop off presents for Jeremiah, and then you and Bradley stopped by to say goodbye to Bob. He looked like he was glued to Maria, so you took that as a good sign.

"I'll never get over the palm trees covered in lights," your mom remarked from the backseat while Christmas music played on the radio.

You played with your new necklace charm as you said, "I think there are a lot of things here that will always look weird to us."

"We're hardy east coast people," Bradley murmured as he turned back onto your street. "Look, they decorated a cactus," he said in disgust, and you started laughing. 

"Is that house for sale?" your dad asked, pointing out the window. "It's hard to tell in the dark."

"Yeah," Bradley replied. "It's been on the market for a few weeks. It looks like it needs a lot of work."

"The last thing we need is a fixer upper," your mom told your dad, and your heart beat a little faster. 

"Dad, are you going to retire?" you asked, too afraid to even ask the more pertinent question on your mind as you played with Bradley's fingers on your lap.

"It's within the realm of possibilities," your dad replied. "Your mom wants to move a little closer to the two of you."

"Three!" she said. "Rose will be here before we know it!"

"The three of you," your dad corrected.

This wasn't the first time this topic had been discussed, but you didn't want to get your hopes up. "Are you still thinking California?"

You dad laughed. "Your mom is obsessed with the Coronado housing market."

"Obsessed is a strong word," she said, and you gave Bradley's hand a little squeeze.

"Tell me we just finished the attic for nothing," your husband mumbled as your parents argued in the backseat, but you just leaned in and kissed him.

"Aww, come on, Roo. Rosie can make one of those rooms her bedroom in a few years," you told him. "You know, so there's separation."

He grunted in approval, and then your dad asked, "Could you leave the car keys out for us to drive around a bit in the morning before you take us to the airport? The two of you can sleep in while we check out the area a little bit more."

"Absolutely," you told him as Bradley pulled back into the driveway of your cute Craftsman with all the extra bedrooms and the strings of lights around the windows. Your parents climbed out of the back, but you tugged on Bradley's hand to keep him in place. "Can I have another one of my million orgasms while they're driving around tomorrow morning?"

He ran his rough thumb along your cheek and kissed you. "My Baby Girl can have absolutely anything she fucking wants."

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Roo gives the best gifts. The nursery is virtually finished and so is the playset. Now we wait for the Nugget to finish cooking. A shower and a babymoon and trouble are on the way soon. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 9

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Dream or Vision? (My Butler)

(I would summarize this shortly summarizing this but I don’t what to say without spoiling it.)

Word count: 1.1k (I was kinda disappointed, I thought it would be longer.)

heads up! | SMUT Butler!cheol x richsub! Reader. Unprotected sex (don’t do this guys), oral (f receiving), pussy drunk, degradation, praise

authors note! | hi so sorry this took so long but I based this off dark hair cheol, specifically dazed Korea cheol. This isn’t too smutty nor is it too vanilla, I think it’s just right and I will write more smut like this. I also tried to change my writing style and intro set up to be more neat. I hope it worked. Now I’ll leave you alone! (I hope that by the end of this you’ll get why it’s called dream or vision.)

His face contorts as he slides into your wet cunt, almost busting just then. You grab his arms to steady yourself whimpering his name quietly. He groans when he looks down at your absolutely ruined expression. “Just started and you’re already fucked out huh? You’re so pathetic, my little slut say it.” “I’m your little slut cheol shit.” “Good girl.”. Then he starts moving no, pounding into your beautiful wet little pussy, rubbing fast circles on your clit. 

He lets out pornstar groans and strokes your cheek before lightly smacking it. He continues shoving his fat cock into for the second time that night.  You try to pry his hand off your clit so you don’t come as fast but he doesn’t let up. You feel your orgasm build up in your core. “Seungcheol, I’m gonna cum.” You close your eyes and engulf in the pleasure then,

It was the middle of the night and your eyes shift open. You can tell why easily, you’re hungry. Weirdly craving sweets your feet dangle before they hit the ground and you can finally stand. Your butler seungcheol should be sleep anyways. Still, you quietly sneak out of your room to not wake him. 

You made it to the kitchen and start looking for what you want which, just now came to you that it might be a honeybun or two. You grab one out of the cabinet and start eating. You recall your dream and your face heats up. “Jesus Christ.” You whisper then turn and see the beautiful buff man who was in your dream giving you the most life changing sex you’ve ever had. “Jesus Christ seungcheol!” He tilts his head, “I didn’t mean to scare you mam. My apologies.” 

Oh that name, that name he always calls you. You know it’s just professional but you can help but rub your thighs together like a dumb slut whenever it rolls off his tongue. God this was turning you on more than you wanted. “It’s okay seungcheol, but what are you doing up?” “I heard you in the kitchen, my job is to help you mam.”. 

Damn, is he doing it on purpose? The name, his sleepy voice your panties were getting all to wet all to fast. It was uncomfortable actually. You shifted to try and fix them. Seungcheol has a sharp eye so he noticed it and held back a smirk. “Is there anything you need help with mam?”  Of course there is, your slick was almost dripping down your legs at this point. “No.” 

You whimper out and fuck, he catches it. He slowly steps closer and you swear you feel your heart jump from in between your boobs. “Are you sure mam? I can help you with anything.” His eyes run down your body until they reach your thighs, looking straight in between. 

“Seungcheol?” “Yes?” “Touch me, please.” 

That was all you had to say before your lips collided with his and you were carried to a room. You couldn’t tell which with the way he stuck his tongue in your mouth as if slurping your saliva. He caressed your butt and laid you down on the bed. He was gentle but it felt rough. The kiss went on for longer than you wanted. You whined in his mouth and broke it. 

 “Not enough” he chuckled “you want more mam?” You nodded frantically and sealed your beautiful eyes shut. You felt him move away from you only to feel him again kissing you, just lower. On your thighs which were bear, you didn’t remember that happening. He licked all of your juices off your thighs and moved his lips onto your panties, sucking on them and drinking the slick right off them groaning at the sweet taste. You were no where near quiet. Eventually, the panties weren’t enough and he had to taste you. 

He slipped them off your legs admiring your beautiful cunt before he dove in. His lips sucked on your clit softly and slowly. He licked long stripes up and down your pussy, groaned and rolled his eyes back at the taste of you on his tongue. He stuck his tongue in your hole and fucked you with it slowly. You began to whine about his pace, rushing him to make you come all over his tongue. 

He immediately come out of his trance and sped up. Your moans and whimpers go louder and louder as you reached your climax. You tangle your hands in his pretty black hair and your legs shake. He rides out your high and when he’s done, you pull his hair up to kiss you earning a groan from him. The taste of yourself was shared between your lips and it only made you hornier. 

“Take off your pants please?”. You watched as his pants and boxers fall down to his feet. His cock springs up, hard and red. He strokes it and looks at you for approval before getting back on top of you. You get comfortable and put a pillow behind your head as you get ready for the life changing sex you had in your dream. 

His face contorts as he slides into your wet cunt, almost busting just then. You grab his arms to steady yourself whimpering his name quietly. He groans when he looks down at your absolutely ruined expression. “Just started and you’re already fucked out huh mam? You’re so beautiful , my good girl, say it.” “I’m your good girl cheol- shit.” “Good girl.”. Then he starts moving no, pounding into your beautiful wet little pussy, rubbing fast circles on your clit. 

He lets out pornstar groans and strokes your cheek before kissing it. He continues shoving his fat cock into for the first time that night.  You try to pry his hand off your clit so you don’t come as fast but he doesn’t let up. You feel your orgasm build up in your core. “Seungcheol, I’m gonna cum.” You close your eyes and engulf in the pleasure then, you cum. 

Hard, you shake and your jaw slacks open but lets out no sound. He keeps going until he comes as well. He pulls out and lays next to you to catch his breath. “Was that good mam?” He looks at you for approval. “That’s was great cheol. Thank you.” 

You kiss his lips but, the kiss turns into something more heated. You get on top of him and he grabs at your hips roughly. When you break the kiss, you see something dark spark in his eyes. He slips his now hard dick, back into your tight pussy and watches as you start to ride him.

[mystargirl-interlude]

𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞(s)

Billy dunne x fem reader. Yes I’m aware I put this in the finnick tag, it’s the same actor and idgaf so keep it cute

smut, talk of sex, drugs and everything in between, fic is veryyy AU like the interviewer isn’t billys daughter, it was never specified but I imagine it as grahams and everyone in the band are still good friends. Read note at the end

2006

Narrator: let’s talk about the incident of ‘76

Daisy: “what a time to be alive” she said before bursting out laughing

Karen: “messy, messy, messy”

Graham choked on his water

Warren: original Pam and Tommy I swear *starts cackling* y/n was the og 90s girl before the 90s especially her fashion sense…. And other things..”

Eddie just started at the camera

Y/n: “made a shit ton of money” She says, laughing when someone out of frame catches her eye

Billy: “well. Um.” He stutters out rubbing his beard before he’s thrown a magazine by someone out of frame. “Oh, well this pretty much sums up the year” he says before flipping the magazine around to the camera

1976

“Fuck” You whine out, attempting to clench your legs around Billy’s head.

“Keep the camera straight doll” he rasps out before going back to absolutely devouring your cunt. Your senses are completely overwhelmed between billy’s head between your thighs suctioning his mouth to your swollen clit and the loud party in the next hotel room over with the rest of the band. You guys snuck away as soon as possible, leading to billy stripping you of all your clothes but making you leave your high heels on

“Billy, shit I’m gonna cum” you loudly moan out as you move the camera closer to your cunt. You swear you almost smacked the shit out of him when he took his mouth off your pussy stopping your orgasm. He sat up so that he could kiss you, immediately shoving his tongue in your mouth as you lightly suck on it.

Billy grabbed the camera from your hands and pointed it down at you as you laughed grinning up at him. “Fucking ethereal” he groans out as he looks through the grainy video. He grabs your leg putting it over his shoulder as he lightly kisses your ankle that still has your high heel straps on. He switches the Camera to his other hand as he gropes your tit “billy if you don’t fuck me right now I’m gonna go crazy” “you already are doll”

Next thing you know you’re getting pounded into oblivion with a camera positioned at the both of you, billy had your legs around his hips as he was in a sitting up position absolutely rearranging your organs “Fuck, Fucking hell” you almost scream out as you feel his tip hit that spongey spot deep inside you “yeah, did I find it?” He groans out “yes! Yeah! Right there!” You whine as he starts rubbing your clit so fast that you swear his hand blurs.

“Oh my god! Billy, I’m cumming, yeah!” You say as you clench so hard around his you almost push him out completely

“Fuck, Jesus Christ” he moans. You can tell he’s about to cum by the way he’s twitching inside you “where do you want me doll” he groans as he pulls your head back exposing your neck as your eyes roll completely back in your head and your hair sticks to your face from sweat and mixed saliva

“Inside, please, fill me up” you moan as you being to cum mid sentence, white hot pleasure taking over your body and Billy’s cum filling you up only adds to the feeling.

You only take less than a minute before you’re grabbing the camera again and pressing record as you climb on top of him shoving his dick back inside you. He grabs the camera from your hold to switch the view pointing it at your cunt bouncing up and down on him.

The sound of the wet smacking from your creamy cum at his base fills the room as you viscously ride him as he begins to flick at your clit again and shows the camera the prominent bulge deep in your stomach.

The next thing you guys filmed was billy face fucking you to oblivion and the last thing filmed was billy pointing the camera down at you giggling with a wide smile and he rubbed his hand up and down ur body that was covered in sweat and thick layers of your shared cum

★ ✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.

Way too many rounds later you and billy took a shower (and definitely didn’t go for 2 more) and went out for a smoke without thinking twice about the video camera lying on your dirtied hotel bed and most definitely didn’t think that Jonah berg would be the one to find it when he went looking for you two

★ ✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.

“Rockstars steamy x rated film leaked as many tell their opinions” you read out to billy and the band from a rolling stone magazine

Everyone had a shocked look in their face while billys face was pink with rage and looked ready to commit murder

“If it helps I haven’t heard one bad thing about it” Daisy says

“Yeah I mean you guys looked rockin So I don’t see why anyone would be too brutal….” Warren rambles before slowing down once he realized everyone was staring at him

“You watched my brothers sex tape…?” Graham says just above a whisper absolutely horrified

“Okay- we’ll- hear me out” Warren stutters out with his pointer finger in the air trying to make a point

“NOPE NOPE” Graham cuts him of by dramatically gagging and running out of the room

Warren turns back to the band once Graham left with a wide guilty grin on his face

“So um..” he begins

“I don’t care that you watched it Warren, I would be surprised if you hadn’t watched it” you say rolling your eyes

“Right okay” he strains out defeated

“Okay… as I was saying, I haven’t heard anything bad, I mean obviously it’s an awful thing but there is little to none slut shaming which is surprising, everyone is just being horny but hey it’s better than everyone calling you a whore” Daisy shrugs

“Okay but did everyone forget what we are here for, you guys have tour press today in less than 3 hours” you stress to the band

Billy wraps with hand around your neck and kisses your head.

It’s not like you and billy are deathly afraid of public pda, it’s actually the quite opposite, you couldn’t even count the amount of times you guys had been caught with his tongue down your throat, hand wrapped around your neck and practically dry humping you In the middle of downtown Los Angeles.

“We are gonna figure something out with that psycho, I promise.” He mumbles into your hair.

★ ✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.

“Daisy over here!” “Billy to your left!”

“What do you have to say about the leaked videos?” “Who’s the man you married Daisy?”

“Okay okay ONE at a time please” rod interrupts

“What do you all have to say about the leaked explicit tape of your lead man and his girlfriend and it possibly ruining her image?” one reporter asks the band as if billy isn’t right there

“Why should it ruin her image? It was an intimate moment between the two that got leaked by a fucking pervert, I’ve only heard people talk about y/n and nothing about billy, it’s NATURAL, y/n is an extremely talented and good looking woman, you guys are talking about it like you’re a bunch of fuckin virgins.” Daisy says to all the reporters

“And we will be expecting to see Jonah berg in court” Is the only thing billy said before rod cut time.

2006

Warren: The berg-dunne-l/n lawsuit was the biggest thing of the decade and even in pop culture, I mean I still hear about it now”

Daisy: billy and y/n were very shameless people, they had the guts most people didn’t have, that being said; for all 7 days the case lasted they had every second broadcasted on live television

Y/n: what can i say? My kink is karma” she shrugs

Warren: I remember that the day they had me testify when we were leaving the building it was just a sea of paparazzi and flashing cameras, they even had security trying to pave a way to the car through all the paps, I also remember that once the security guard moved out the way and y/n came into their view- I will always remember this, it was truly an iconic moment but one of them just yelled out “y/n what’s up baby!” and then the blinding lights got ten times worse” he says with a chuckle

Karen: it was just insane that even despite the fact that they showed up to court everyday high cocaine they still managed to win the case getting 4 million dollars which mind you, was worth what 17 million today would be from rolling stone and Jonah berg” She says in disbelief

Daisy: remember when I said they were both very shameless people?

Eddie: yeah well after the case people and when I say people I mean like two news outlets called them embarrassed prudes or something like that and them being stubborn decided to really shut them up. In better words they decided to be the cover of the fall ‘76 playboy issue” he says thinning his lips

Rod: if I recall correctly I’m pretty sure that was the most popular playboy magazine of all time, I mean it was everywhere, every gas station, every corner you turned, they even had one of those big posters put up on the walls out by Venice beach area

Graham: yeah, um it wasn’t fun seeing my brother and his girlfriend naked every corner I turned.” He strains out

Billy: well it was definitely an interesting year, even after the case was closed we still had paparazzi following our every move, sometimes it would be worse than others, I remember we were at a party once after a show in Vegas and me and y/n were absolutely trashed, basically blackout drunk and high but the cameras were there and the next morning we of course saw our faces plastered on the cover of star magazine” he says slightly laughing

Y/n: yeah that was definitely a magazine cover! But we were practically hanging off each other trying not to completely collapse on the floor 

Narrator: do you ever wish you were never famous and lived a normal life?

Y/n: Well to be honest no.

Billy: even though it was a very hectic year that was probably the best year in that era, I got married to my wife that year

Y/n: that would be meeeeee” she says cheekily

Karen: I had a joke that was saying “rub it in their face put a rock on her hand” because them two were basically a married couple at that point and they took that seriously

Extra

Narrator: let’s talk about the incident of ‘76

Jonah berg: next question.

★ ✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.

Y/n: it was all very-“ she’s cut off by billy running behind her and quickly grabbing her face and hastily kissing her and then running off before she can even process what happened.

★ ✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.

During the break with the interview y/n and billy are talking and out of the blue she sits up remember something

“Do you remember the time we had a threesome with Daisy” she laughs out

✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.

LMFAO the way it took me over a month to finish this😭 chi I had testing and I was busy fighting and doxxing swifties on stantwt but now I wanna write a billy x reader x daisy smut 🙁 but I do apologize for this now stop harassing me in my asks for this fic anyway see you next time fatties

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uhmm hi...i LUV ur posts..i have to rq... something along the lines of epilogue bill with a sweet needy girlfie who keeps begging to do stuff with him, but he keeps trying to play it rlly cool & nonchalant, just reading his comics cuz hes just so stubborn & consumed with his interests...so she just decides to have her way with him while he does whatever hes doing...u can take that however u want to ehe..

; /// ; im sorry if this is too much or too dumb eheh..‪‪❤︎‬ i ask on nony because im shyy...

(Lol don't worry I get it <3

Epilogue Bill x ~needy~ girlfriend

Bill sat cross-legged on the ratty old couch, comic book open in one hand, the other buried in a half-eaten bag of Red Vines. His eyes scanned the page like it was sacred scripture. You, curled beside him with your chin on his shoulder, had been pouting dramatically for the past ten minutes.

“Biiiiiill,” you whispered, dragging the syllable out, lips brushing his ear. “Baby, pay attention to me.”

“Nnnnnope,” he muttered without even looking up. “Busy. The Mutilator’s about to bisect a camp counselor with an oar. This is important literature.”

You groaned and draped yourself across his lap like a bored kitten. He barely reacted, just lifted the edge of the comic so he could still read over your body.

“C’mon,” you whined, running your fingers up the front of his faded tee. “Don’t you wanna do something fun with me?”

“I am,” he said flatly. “You’re ruining the vibe.”

You sat up a little, straddling his thighs now, face all flushed and hopeful. “I wanna make you feel good.”

“Uh-huh.” Flip of a page. “And I wanna read about entrails. We all got dreams.”

But you didn’t budge. You just stayed there, looking so sweet and warm and needy, squirming against him just a little. Just enough to make him notice how soft your thighs were around his hips. He was still pretending to read — the comic hadn’t changed pages in a while — but you could see the twitch in his jaw, the way his hand flexed against the cover.

“You’re getting hard,” you whispered, saccharine.

His eyes didn’t leave the page, but his voice dipped. “Yeah, well, I’m alive. Don’t let it go to your head.”

You leaned in, kissed his neck. “Can I please ride you while you read your little comic book, Bill?”

He finally looked at you over the top of the page. His eyes were dark, narrowed.

“...You’re so fuckin’ weird,” he muttered. “You get off on me ignoring you?”

You kissed the corner of his mouth, sweet and slow. “Only when you pretend to hate it.”

He groaned — full-body, annoyed and aroused and resigned. He leaned his head back against the couch and slapped the comic down on the cushion beside him.

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” he said, pulling you in with one hand on your waist. “And insane. Mostly insane.”

You grinned. “So I can?”

“I swear to god, if you crease my issue of Cannibal Sluts of Swamp 6—”

You cut him off with a kiss as you ground down onto him, his breath hitching despite himself.

Yeah. He was still pretending not to care.

But he let you have your way real fast after that.

Hell yes. Buckle in — this is gonna be hot, messy, and so very Bill. First: a continuation where you start riding him while he tries to read, and he’s desperately trying (and failing) to act like it’s not affecting him. Then we’ll roll into the aftermath, where he pretends he didn’t like it… while keeping you close like his life depends on it.

You sink down onto him slow, teasing, your hands braced on his shoulders — and Bill’s whole body goes stiff under you. He exhales through his nose like he’s so annoyed, but his grip tightens on your hips like he’s clinging to sanity.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “You’re seriously gonna do this while I’m tryin’ to read?”

“Uh-huh,” you purr, already rocking your hips, feeling him twitch inside you. “Keep going. Don’t let me distract you.”

He glares at the comic like it betrayed him. “I hate you,” he mutters.

“You love me,” you breathe into his ear, nails scraping lightly down his chest.

And the thing is? He does. He just won’t say it. Not now, not while you’re ruining him one slow grind at a time, whimpering sweet little gasps into his neck.

His breath hitches again. The comic book starts to tremble in his grip.

You lean back just enough to see his face — flushed, jaw clenched, stubborn eyes locked on the page. But he’s not reading anymore. He can’t. Not with the way your hips are moving, slick and needy and just slow enough to torture him.

“You’re gonna make me drop this fuckin’ comic,” he warns, voice hoarse.

“Then drop it,” you whisper.

And he does.

He tossed it off to the side like it never mattered, grabs your face with both hands, and kisses you hard — desperate, filthy, like he can’t believe he waited this long. You whine against his mouth as he thrusts up into you, his pace suddenly rough, fast, full of every ounce of restraint he’s been fighting.

His mouth is all over you now — jaw, neck, shoulder — biting down hard enough to leave marks.

“You think you can just crawl in my lap and ride me while I’m tryin’ to have a normal night?” he growls into your skin, voice ragged. “You’re such a brat.”

But he’s loving it.

He's so close, panting into each other’s mouths, bodies locked together. You cry out his name, clenching and fluttering around him, and that’s it — he spills into you with a low, broken groan, teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle it.

You both collapse into a sticky, tangled mess on the couch, limbs heavy, breath shallow.

---

You’re curled against his chest, all soft sighs and kisses against his jaw.

Bill stares at the ceiling like it personally offended him.

“…You’re outta your fuckin’ mind,” he mutters. “Seriously. Unhinged. Who does that?”

You hum, sleepy and smug. “Didn’t hear you complaining.”

“I was complaining.”

“You were moaning.”

He scoffs, grabs the nearest blanket to toss over the two of you. You nuzzle into his chest, fingers drawing lazy circles on his stomach, and he tenses like he’s gonna protest—

—but he doesn’t push you away.

He wraps an arm around your waist instead. Real quiet. Real subtle.

“…You creased my comic,” he grumbles.

“I’ll buy you another one.”

“You better.”

But he presses a kiss to the top of your head anyway. Doesn’t say anything else. Just holds you tighter.

And keeps holding you long after you fall asleep on his chest, like maybe you’re the only thing in the world he doesn’t hate.

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[writtenbyan-aries]

Warnings are for the WHOLE SERIES | SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, enemies to lovers, mentions of weapons, knives, guns, gunfire, KNIFE PLAY, blood, injuries, wounds, arguing, some physical fighting, mentions of drugs, smoking weed, mentions of car accident, fbi!reader, reader being restrained, kissing, biting, hair pulling, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m rec), violence and filth

Word Count: 3.4k | not edited

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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Over the last three days, you haven’t seen Jake, but you knew he’d be around sooner or later.

Every now and then, at least once or twice a day, Sam, Colby, or Johnnie would pop in to check on you. You still couldn’t get any information out of them, each time you asked a question that was too much, that’s when they would say they needed to head out.

You knew why you haven’t seen Jake, he was too busy taking out and planning to take out names on the list.

You felt sick in your stomach, almost like you could puke. You glanced over at the clock on your nightstand, sighing as it reads two thirty two A.M,

“Can’t sleep?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You jump, laying a hand on your chest, “You need a fucking bell.”

Jake chuckles, “I think you’ve said that before.” He walks over, sitting next to you on the bed, “When do you go back to work?”

“Hoping Monday.” You turn your head slightly, “Are you here to give me the name of the man that wants my brother dead?”

Just as Jake was getting ready to answer, there’s a knock on your door. You furrow your brows, checking your phone to see if anyone messaged you, but nothing expect for Cody just checking in.

“Do you know who it is?” Jake asks as he stands up, holding out his hand to help you up, but you ignore it, standing up and walking towards the door, “It’s either Cody or another officer.”

“Yeah but why would- it’s almost three.” Jake scoffs, “If it’s anyone you don’t know, I’m taking over.”

You roll your eyes, walking down the hall, “Just.. stay back. Please.” You look from Jake to the door and walk over, “Oh my god.”

“Who is it?”

“It’s my brother.”

With your words, Jake disappears as you open the door, “What the fuck? What are you doing here?” Ben walks in, wrapping his arms around you, “You didn’t think I’d come see how you were doing? I heard about the accident, are you doing okay?”

You close the door after pulling his suitcase in, “I mean, I’m still aching but I’m definitely a lot better than two days ago.” You shake your head, “They won’t let me come back until Monday, so.”

“They’re still keeping you updated right?” Ben asks and you nod, “I get a check in after each shift.”

“Good. I called in yesterday and they still don’t have any kind of lead on who hit you and or why. They’re probably just going to chalk it up as a drunken hit and run.” Ben takes a deep breath, “This is dangerous shit you’re in. You know that right?”

“I wouldn’t be itching to go back to work if I didn’t think I could handle it, Ben. You know that.” You motion to him, “I’m sure you’re tired. You’re still recovering from a gun shot wound. You came all the way from, where was it again?”

“They had me on the west coast. When I finally got word about you, I didn’t really give them a choice on whether or not I could leave.” Ben laugh slightly, “So the officers who run that aren’t very happy with me right now.”

“If they had a kick ass little sister I’m sure they would understand.” You joke, running a hand through your hair, “You see Cody?”

He shakes his head, “Not yet. I’ll go in tomorrow.”

You nod, chewing on your lip as you decide on whether or not you want to ask about his situation, but you don’t, “Well, the couch and guest room are free so take your pick.”

“I’ll take the guest room. It’ll be nice to not sleep on a twin sized mattress for once.”

You laugh slightly, nodding, “Yeah, I’m sure.” Your heart starts to race as Ben walks towards the hall, “Last door on the right, right?”

“Right.” You laugh, “Yes.”

You follow him back, watching as he opens the door and pushes his suitcase in, “I’m just glad you’re okay, but I’ve been flying all night and I’m ready to knock out for a while.”

“You’re fine. I’m going to try and sleep myself.” You walk into your room and as you go to close the door, Ben catches your attention, “Hey.”

You look up and he tilts his head against the door, “I’m really glad you’re okay. It could have been a lot worse than it was.”

It really is a lot worse than it was, “Yeah. I’m glad I’m okay.” You smile and close the door, looking over when you feel Jake’s presence move closer.

His voice is low, “I didn’t know he was coming.”

“Neither did I.” You mumble as you walk over to your bed. You sit down and stare at the floor, “I can’t do this, Jake.”

“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart..” Jake bends down, squatting between your knees, “But you don’t have a choice anymore, you’re in this.”

“Can you just go so I can try and sleep, please?”

He nods, “Anything you need.”

He stands up slightly and presses a gentle kiss to your head, “I’ll be around.” You don’t say anything, you just watch as he walks over to your door, “Don’t. He mi-“

“Don’t worry about me, babe. I can handle my own.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about.”

“I beg to differ.” Jake walks back over, “I think you care about me.”

“The only people I really care about anymore is me and my brother. Okay? I want the name of the man who wants him dead, that’s why I’m letting you control me like this.” You look at Jake and he shakes his head as he chuckles, “Oh sweetheart.”

“I’m not controlling you in any way. You have full ability to walk into that station on Monday and tell them that Me, Sam, Colby, and Johnnie are the Killionaires.”

“But you got that list from me.”

“I got that list from you.” He nods, “You’re right.”

“So I’m fucked no matter what way I look at it.” You lay your hand on your forehead and Jake laughs, “I mean, if you want to get technical, you’re not fucked right now..”

You spread your fingers and look at him through them, “Get out.”

“What? Come on. I was just.. joking..”

“Offering. You mean you were offering.”

“I mean..” he shrugs, “I wasn’t look- okay, yeah. Yeah I was.”

You shake your head, “I can’t do that.”

“But you want to. Right?” Jake smirks and you lay your hands in your lap, “Get out.”

“I will if you admit that you do in fact think about me like that.” Jake raises his brows and you sigh, “No. goodnight.” You get into bed, bringing the covers up to your neck and Jake leans down, his necklace resting against your head, “You’ll come around.. one day. Just when you see how charming I can be.”

You hear him stand up and you give it few seconds before you look up, and you’re alone.

“How does he do that so effortlessly?” You whisper to yourself as you reach out for the remote to turn your tv on.

As you’re clicking through the options, your mind starts to race, about everything.

Why is Ben really here?

Who wants him dead?

Why do they want him dead?

Am I in danger? No, no, Jake said- Jake is also a killer.

You shake your head, brushing away the thoughts as you finally settle on a show you’ve been working on watching.

——

You walk out of your room after finally getting maybe two hours of sleep. You hear stuff sizzling in the kitchen and when you walk out, you see Ben making breakfast, “Morning sleepy head.”

“Morning.”

“Two officers stopped in to check on you. I told them that I just let you sleep because I woke you up in the middle of the night. They were shocked to see me.”

You laugh as you pour coffee into your mug, “I mean, I was shocked to see you, so I’m sure they were, too.” You take a sip, “Who was it?”

“McAndrews and Cody.”

You nod, giving Ben a weird look as he keeps staring at you, “What?”

He smirks, turning to take the pan off the stove, “You and… Cody…” He glances back at you, “You two still.. a thing?”

You shrug, shaking your head, “I don’t know what we are.”

He nods, “Yeah I mean, I just thought that with him being my best friend and me getting shot and then you getting into that accident with him, you two would make it official.”

“I’m an agent, Ben. I don’t..” you groan as you stretch, “I don’t have time for a relationship like that.”

“Alright. Alright. Sorry.”

“No, I just didn’t sleep good last night. My shoulder started hurting again.” You lie, “I’ll come with you to the station.”

“Are you sure?” Ben asks and you nod, “Yeah. I need out of the house. Plus I want to talk to the Chief about calling off the twenty four seven watch.”

——

You were silent on the way to the station.

Thoughts and worries were circling around your brain once again.

“Hey.” Ben catches your attention, “What’s up?”

You shake your head looking from the window to him, “Nothing I just.. want these assholes caught. There’s four more men that have been murdered and I just-“

“I get it. Your job isn’t easy by any means. I may be just a cop, but I still kind get what you mean. The workload can be.. a lot.” Ben sighs, “You’re doing a great job. Okay?”

“I don’t feel like it.”

You really didn’t. You were betraying the feds. Betraying the honor that you have built for yourself, your reputation as one of the best agents out there.

And it can all go to hell within seconds.

You trusted Jake, but only when he was with you, so you can read him and predict his moments, but even then, he was a tough shell to crack.

You were nervous that he would turn, writing out your name, clear as day for your people to turn on you and lock you up.

“You hear me?”

“Huh?” You shake your head, “Sorry. Maybe I should have stayed home.”

“Well, we’re here, but I can-“

“No.” You cut Ben off, “It’s fine. Come on.” You open the door and get out, glancing over at Ben before you walk up the steps and through the doors.

“Well look at what the cat drug in.” Cody jokes as he gets up from the desk, walking around to hug you, “Glad to see you back in the building.”

You lean back, nodding, “Yeah, I just couldn’t stay home any longer. Three, four days is enough. I’m just going to-“ you point to the door, “Catch up with the chief.”

You walk away, saying hi and letting everyone know you’re good as you walk through. You get to the Chief’s door and knock.

“Come in.”

You push the door open, giving him a smirk as he chuckles, “Well look who it is. How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

“Doing better than I was. I was hoping there was an update on the cases. Nat stopped by this morning but I was still asleep. Ben didn’t-“

“Ben is here?” The Chief stands up, “Where is he?”

“Out front with Cody.” You motion and he shakes his head, “I haven’t seen him in weeks, how’s he doing?”

You take a deep breath, “Good, I guess. He hasn’t really said much about it.”

He nods, “Right, well McAndrews is in the room, they’ve been non stop working on a way to close this case once and for all.”

You nod, turning to find the conference room, “Whatcha got?”

“Didn’t expect to see you here. Who brought you in?” Nat asks and you motion to Ben as he walks through the door, “This thing woke me up at two this morning.”

“How are you feeling?” Nat walks over, giving Ben a hug, and the other officers in the room follow.

“Hey, y/n.” Cody walks up, nudging your elbow, “Are you busy tonight?”

That depends on if Jake stops by, “I don’t think so. What’s up?”

“I figured you’d want to go over everything in detail, so I was thinking dinner? Tonight. If you want?” Cody keeps his stare on you and you tilt your head, “Only if I get to pick the restaurant.”

If Jake wasn’t going to tell you anything, then you’ll have to be smart, figure it out yourself - just like he said.

“Sounds good. I’ll pick you up at six? That okay?”

You nod, “That’s perfect.”

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“Thought you didn’t know how you felt about him?” Ben teases as you get in the car, “This date sounds like it could be se-“

“Don’t. Don’t do that.” You shake your head, “Don’t make it.. weird.”

He laughs, “Alright, alright.”

“Do you have any plans for today?” You ask, hoping he says yes, but then again, Jake is also smart, so you really didn’t have to worry.

You just couldn’t help it.

“Um, later on. Nat and I are going out for drinks, so.”

“Oooohh. You back on the Nat streak again, I see.” You tease and Ben laughs nervously, “Yeah, yeah. Well, we were kinda seeing each other before and then I got shot and whisked off into protective custody so things kinda.. got cut short. You know?”

You nod, “Totally get what you mean.” You laugh slightly, “I always knew there was something up with you two.”

Ben laughs, “Is it that obvious?”

“The way she leaped into your arms wasn’t enough proof?” You scoff, “Please.”

——

“Im going to go take a shower.” You say as you unlock your door, which is shocking that it’s even locked.

“Okay. I can get lunch started?” Ben offers and you nod, “Fine with me.” You walk back to your room, freezing when you see that your clothes from your basket have been folded.

“Before you call any attention.” Jake says quietly as he steps out from behind your door. You turn around closing it, “You can’t be here.”

“I can be anywhere I want.” He argues, a smirk resting over his lips, “I wanted to wish you luck on your date tonight.”

“H-how do-“

“I told you.” Jake leans in, his lips inches from yours, “I know everything about you. And I also know..” he leans back, walking around to grab a pair of your lace panties that are bunched up on the bed, “You have excellent taste.”

“Oh.. my god.. you…” you lean over the bed, snatching the fabric from his hands, “You are ridiculous.”

He chuckles quietly, “Nah, I also know that you’re actually using your head for once. Using someone close to you for more information.”

“Wonder who I learned that from.” You mumble as you toss the underwear back on the bed.

“Oh no, couldn’t have been me. We aren’t close. I haven’t even seen you naked yet.”

You roll your eyes at his words, “You stalked me. I’m sure you have.”

“I may be a, killer, as you say, but I do have some decency left. I always turn away when you would drop the towel, or even..” he bites his lip and shakes his head, “Nevermind.”

“No, what?” You tilt your head, “You obviously have something to say. So say it.”

Jake leans down, holding his weight up with his hands on the bed. He tilts his head, “Or even when you’d invite that fuck buddy super trooper of yours inside after his shift.”

You really didn’t know what to say, you knew that’s where he was going with it, but you didn’t think of you needing to respond, “Well.. I-uh.. you know what?”

“Tell me. I love to hear you talk.” He smiles and you roll your eyes, pointing to the door.

“Oh no. Cody got your tongue?”

“You sound.. so jealous right now.” You cross your arms, “You know that?”

“Please. You and I both know that if I wanted you, I’d have you. I just have more important things to think about right now than getting my dick wet.” Jake walks towards the door, both of you freezing when there’s a knock on your door, “Y/n? I thought you were going for a shower?”

You grab the remote to your tv and move over to the door, your hand that isn’t holding the remote going over Jake’s mouth, “Yeah, I’m just trying to find a t-shirt. All of my stuff is dirty.”

“Oh, alright. I thought I heard someone talking.”

You click on a tv show and it starts playing, “You probably just heard my tv playing, I’m also sucked into this show right now.” You look up at Jake and you can tell he’s smirking.

You roll your eyes, closing them as you shake your head as Ben answers, “Okay. Sorry. You can just never be too sure.”

“I understand, Ben.”

You hear his footsteps depart and you let out a sigh, dropping your hand from Jake’s mouth, “Out. Now.”

“But isn’t this just so much fun?” He teases and you scoff, “Not for my blood pressure.”

“Funny girl.” Jake purses his lips, “I also wanted to give you a heads up, your boy toy might get called out of dinner early. I have plans for Mr. Rikart tonight.”

“I didn’t need to know that.” You go to step back but Jake grabs your arms, pulling you back into him, “I really am sorry this is how things have to be.”

“Are you though?”

Jake nods, leaning in to press a very gentle kiss to your lips, “Yeah. Yeah I am.”

You stand there stunned for a second, unsure of what to do or say.

You knew what you wanted to do, but you weren’t going down that road, not yet anyway.

“Um, okay. Yeah. So I think… I think that’s-“

Jake cuts you off, “I’ll see you later.”

“After my date you mean?”

He nods, “If that’s what you even want to call that. I’m sure you could get some pretty usual information.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“We’ll talk later. I gotta go. Plans are in motion, baby. Gotta keep up.” Jake winks and opens your door, quickly crossing over to the spare and disappearing out of the open window.

You walk out to the kitchen, “I think I’m going to take one of my pain meds. My neck and shoulder are acting up. Probably from digging in my basket.”

“You should go get checked out again.” Ben suggests and you shoot that down, “They’ll only keep me out of work longer and I already feel like I’m missing out on a lot.”

“Your health and safety comes first, y/n. You know that’s what mom always said.”

“Don’t use mom against me.” You roll your eyes, “Just.. don’t do that.”

“No you’re right, I’m sorry.” He moves the food onto your plate, “Can you at least eat something when you take that?”

You sit down at the counter and slide the plate over, “Fine.” You try to hide your laugh but fail, “I’ve missed having you around. I’m glad you’re back, even if it is for a few days.”

“About that..” Ben chuckles nervously, “I’m going to talk to the chief about coming back.”

You get a chill down your spine, “Do you, uh. Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“My shooter is behind bars, y/n. And you know those officers, they will do anything to protect those who are apart of that family.”

“If you think that’s best, I can’t make that choice for you. Just.. be safe about it. That’s what mom would have said.” You smirk and sigh, “I miss her sometimes.”

“It’s normal. You just need to let your grudge go and accept what happened.” Ben walks around, gently laying his arm over your good shoulder, “Sorry you had such a shitty childhood.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You lean into him, “alright, I’m going to eat this.” You lean up, take some meds, get a shower and then I’m going to try and take a nap.”

“You sound nervous. You think Cody might actually be-“

“We’ll have to wait and see.”

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LOVE NOTE : officer winchester || best read as a pt.2 to this but can also be read as a standalone ||

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he doesn’t even get one foot over the threshold before she’s on him.

the door swings open fast and wide, and then she’s there in a flurry of motion and bare legs, oversized tee riding up just enough to make him forget how to breathe. 

no warning. no hello. just the soft thud of her feet and then she’s airborne, flinging herself into his arms like she’d die if she didn’t.

and he’s ready — always ready when it comes to her. catches her with one arm like it’s muscle memory, like his body knew before his brain did. his bag slips off his shoulder and hits the floor with a heavy thunk but he barely hears it. all he hears is the way she giggles as her legs wrap around his waist, her arms latching around his neck.

and then she’s kissing him — attacking him with kisses, really. quick and messy and everywhere. cheeks, jaw, the corner of his mouth, nose, eyelids. she’s giggling breathlessly against his skin, whispering something like “mine, mine, mine” between kisses, and he’s just standing there with one arm hooked under her thighs and the other cupping the back of her head, dazed and so fucking in love he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“hi,” she murmurs eventually, grinning against his lips, eyes gleaming like sunlight on bourbon.

he huffs out a laugh. “jesus, sweetheart — can i breathe first?”

“no,” she says, and kisses him again, like she’s trying to make up for every second he was gone.

and he lets her. of course he does.

she hears the familiar creak of the porch steps and goes stiff like a spooked cat, practically jumping off of dean with a squeak, landing bare-footed and wild-eyed beside him.

“shit, shit—” she hisses, scrambling to wipe her lip gloss off his face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, (his sweatshirt, of course, hanging off her smaller frame like a stolen trophy). she’s patting at his mouth and chin like she’s trying to erase a crime scene, eyes darting toward the door.

dean’s laughing — laughing, the traitor — grinning with flushed cheeks and kiss-bruised lips as she manhandles his face like a guilty teenager.

“hold still!” she whisper-yells, eyes wide and panicked. “you’ve got glitter on your cheek, dean — glitter! sam’s gonna know!”

“you think sam doesn’t know already?” he mutters around her fussing, lips twitching like he’s dying to say something lewd. “you jumped me like a damn jungle cat — he probably heard your squeal all the way from the driveway.”

“dean, i swear to god—”

and then the door creaks open and sam’s there, eyes squinting like he already regrets walking up.

mallory straightens with lightning speed, face the picture of innocence, her lips still red and a little too kiss-swollen. dean, miraculously, manages to school his expression into something passable, though the pink gloss on his jaw betrays them both.

“hey, sam,” she says, chipper and bright, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear like nothing happened at all.

sam just sighs, slow and exhausted. “you two know this is a shared space, right?”

mallory blinks sweetly. “whatever do you mean?”

dean coughs. “i think he’s just jealous, baby.”

“oh, definitely.” she nods solemnly. “tragic, really.”

sam mutters something about moving out and disappears down the hall, and the second he’s gone, mallory breaks into a fit of laughter, smacking dean in the chest.

“we are so bad at this,” she whispers.

dean grins, pulling her back in. “you kissed it off, but i can still taste that gloss.”

“mm. you want a refresher?”

“fuck yes i do.”

his breath catches when she tugs him in, his hands still half-lifted like he doesn’t know whether to grab her waist or worship her — because christ, she’s always like this. always kissing him like she’s starving, always leaving him aching in doorways and thresholds and the quiet breath between responsibility and want. her lips ghost over his again, soft and sinful, and she whispers it like a promise: “i’ll be in your room.” and then she’s gone.

bare feet on old wood, a skip in her step that’s downright wicked, and by the time bobby slams the back door shut and yells something about tracking mud into his kitchen, she’s already halfway up the stairs — grinning like the devil with a halo. dean stays rooted to the spot for a second, dizzy and lovesick and half-hard, fingers still curled where her shirt tug left its ghost.

he hears bobby grunt in the other room, hears sam grumble something like “don’t even ask.” and all he can do is grin slow, teeth catching his lip as he turns on his heel.

“don’t wait up,” he calls casually, already heading toward the stairs two at a time. “got some... law enforcement matters to attend to.”

then, from the kitchen, “idjits.”

but by the time dean hits the top step, he’s already forgetting the world behind him — because his girl’s waiting.  she’s waiting on his bed, perched on her knees like a pretty decoration, hands politely clasped in her lap.

she looks like something out of a dream — or a damn fantasy cooked up in the haze of too many lonely motel nights. 

the glow from the bedside lamp hits her just right, soft and amber, gilding her skin and the tousled strands of her hair. she’s perched there so sweetly, knees tucked under her on the comforter, back straight, hands folded in her lap like she’s the portrait of innocence. like she hasn’t been corrupting his thoughts all morning. like she didn’t just whisper filth into his mouth before skipping away like it was nothing.

but her lips are bitten red, and there’s a glint in her eyes that tells him she knows exactly what she’s doing. “reporting for arrest, officer,” she murmurs, tilting her head ever so slightly, lashes fluttering like a dare.

dean doesn’t even bother closing the door behind him. he just drops his bag to the floor with a thud, shoulders still tense from the drive, from pretending to be composed in front of sam, from the way her voice still echoes in his ears. and now she’s here. like a present he gets to unwrap with his teeth.

“you waitin’ to be frisked, sweetheart?” his voice is low, rough around the edges, hunger clinging to every word. “’cause you’re gonna have to spread those knees real polite for me first.”

her smile widens, sweet as sin. and she does. she laughs, chucking a pillow at the door. it thuds against the wood with a satisfying smack, sending the door swinging shut on its creaky hinge.

dean doesn’t even flinch. just watches her with that crooked smirk, the one that always starts small and dangerous before it spreads slow, all teeth and intention.

mallory’s laugh lingers in the air like smoke, warm and wicked, and she’s already lazily crawling toward the edge of the bed like she’s got all the time in the world to ruin him.

“didn’t wanna be rude,” she says, faux-innocent, voice dripping with silk and sugar. “can’t have anyone walking in on a criminal investigation, right?”

dean steps forward, boots heavy on the floor, and drags his gaze down her body like he’s got x-ray vision, like he’s mapping out every inch he plans to claim. “no ma’am. that would be a serious obstruction of justice.”

she hums, grinning as she settles back on her knees again, mock-prim. “i’d hate to obstruct anything of yours, officer.”

he raises a brow, already undoing his belt with one hand, the other reaching out to tilt her chin up between two fingers. “yeah?” his thumb brushes over her bottom lip. “’cause i got a real long sentence in mind for you, baby.” god help whoever tries to knock on that door.

“it’s a good thing i’m a law-abiding citizen,” she muses, gazing up at him with a gaze that can only be described as bedroom eyes. lidded and seductive, blinking at him knowingly through long lashes as her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

dean’s smirk curls slow and wolfish, that predatory grin that always makes her stomach twist deliciously. his fingers hook under her chin, tilting her face up just a little more, like he needs a better look at the trouble glinting behind those heavy-lidded eyes.

“law-abiding, huh?” he drawls, voice rough like gravel and heat, thumb dragging across her lower lip until it pops free with a quiet tsk. “funny. i’ve got a whole list of offenses here says otherwise.”

she pouts, just a little, the softest scrunch of her brow as she leans into his touch like a cat begging to be pet. “must be a mistake,” she murmurs. “i’m innocent.”

his eyes darken, amusement flickering into something hotter, hungrier. “baby, if this is you innocent, i’d love to see you guilty.”

“mm,” she hums, sliding her hands up his chest, slow and languid, palms warm against the fabric. “then maybe you should frisk me, officer. just to be sure.”

and he’s already bending, mouthing at her jaw, muttering against her skin like a prayer and a curse all at once. “oh sweetheart, i’m gonna turn this into a federal offense.” 

her laugh bubbles out like champagne, wicked and breathless. “what — mmph, hi,” she giggles, sighing against his lips, “what can i do to get out of going to jail, officer?”

his mouth brushes hers again — just barely — a tease more than a kiss, like he’s tasting her laugh, savoring the sound of it like sugar melting on his tongue. he hums low in his throat, hands already wandering, sliding down her waist like he’s taking inventory.

“depends,” he murmurs, voice thick with mischief, one brow raised as he gazes down at her through lashes heavy with want. “how bad do you not wanna go to jail, sweetheart?”

she grins, saccharine sweet and full of trouble, dragging a finger slowly down the center of his chest. “so bad,” she whispers dramatically. “i can’t possibly survive behind bars. i’m too soft. too delicate.”

he scoffs, backing her toward the bed with a lazy sway of his hips, like he’s got all the time in the world to punish her properly. “delicate, my ass. you’d run that place by noon.”

“but i’d miss you,” she pouts, lower lip caught between her teeth. “so i’m willing to... cooperate.”

he smirks like she’s already confessed every sin she’s ever committed. “cooperate, huh?”

“yes, sir.”

and the sir just about undoes him. he groans low, kissing her hard and fast, like that’s her first test and she passed with flying colors.

“then get on the bed,” he growls, voice molten. “let’s see if we can reduce your sentence.”

“i’m already on the bed.” she retorts amusedly, “you get on the bed,” he huffs out a breathless laugh, something feral curling behind his grin. his eyes drag slowly over her — perched there like temptation incarnate, legs tucked beneath her, smirking like she knows she’s got him wrapped around her little finger and is having the time of her life about it. “bossy,” he murmurs, toeing off his boots with deliberate slowness, one eyebrow arching as he lets his jacket fall to the floor. 

“you gonna cuff me? read me my rights? let me kiss your badge? you made some serious promises last night,” she snickers, lounging back and watching him walk to his closet, reaching for a box on the top shelf.

his grin widens, and there's something dark in the way his gaze sharpens, like he's about to enjoy every damn second of this.

“serious promises, huh?” he echoes, voice thick with playful threat as he pulls the box down from the shelf. he doesn’t even bother looking at it, just tossing it on the bed next to her before crawling up, slow and measured, like he’s savoring every inch of space between them.

"you don't get to tell me what to do, i’m the sheriff here.” he murmurs, all arrogance and temptation as he looms over her, pushing her back against the pillows with one hand. "but maybe i’ll make an exception."

he drags his fingers lightly over her skin, barely a touch, just enough to have her shivering beneath him. his lips hover over her ear, just a whisper of breath against her skin.

“how bad do you really want that kiss, sweetheart?” he asks, low, almost amused. “gonna beg for it? maybe i’ll consider it.”

and there’s that smirk of his — almost smug, like he already knows what she’s going to say, like he’s got all the power here. but he’s wrong. she has all the power, and she’s about to remind him of it in the most delicious way.

“you be a good girl, now.” he rasps, squishing her cheeks in his hand and kissing her pout. he pulls back, digging through the box. she just watches him, a lazy little smirk playing on her lips. he comes back with fuzzy handcuffs and a fake id, one that read; officer winchester, privates investigator.

she bursts into laughter the second she sees it, head thrown back on his pillow, giggles shaking through her like aftershocks. “privates investigator?” she wheezes, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “real professional, officer.”

he shrugs, looking far too pleased with himself as he clicks the cuffs open with a dramatic little flourish. “listen, sweetheart,” he drawls, crawling back up over her, his fake badge dangling from two fingers. “i take my job very seriously. especially when it comes to repeat offenders like you.”

“mm, recidivism,” she hums, lashes fluttering, playing her role to perfection. “terrible, really. i just keep doing bad things.”

“damn right you do,” he mutters, catching her wrists in his hands and pressing them down against the mattress. the metal of the cuffs is cool where it brushes her skin, and his smirk turns downright wolfish. “you ready to be rehabilitated, sweetheart?”

“depends,” she says airily, like she’s not pinned beneath him, like she’s not already melting under the weight of his body and his stare and his goddamn voice. “rehabilitated how, exactly?”

he leans in close, lips grazing hers, whispering against her mouth like he’s letting her in on a filthy little secret.

“hands-on correctional tactics,” he murmurs. “very hands-on.”

she gasps, but it's all performance — she’s grinning, breathless, already arching into him, ready to play along. god help anyone who tries to interrupt them now.

even with her arms cuffed to the headboard, she’s got that smug expression, like she’s won something, even like this — arms pinned, wrists cuffed snug, thighs spread just slightly from where he’d slotted himself between them. her hair’s a mess across his pillows, that little smirk playing on her lips like she’s three steps ahead and just letting him catch up for the fun of it. it drives him insane. “smug little brat,” he mutters, brushing his knuckles down her cheek, all faux fondness with a bite underneath. 

“you gonna ‘read me my rights with your hand down my pants,’ officer? because you promised me that, and you’re a man of your word,” she eggs him on, a cheeky little smirk on her lips.

he groans, head dipping, lips pressing to her jaw in something that’s halfway between a kiss and a curse. “jesus christ, you’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, teeth just barely grazing her skin.

but still — he’s a man of his word. and he’s nothing if not thorough.

his hand trails down her body with deliberate slowness, brushing over the swell of her hip, fingertips skating just beneath the hem of her shirt. his voice is low and honey-slick as it rumbles against her skin. “you have the right to remain silent,” he breathes, nosing along her jaw toward her ear, “but i know you won’t, not when you’re makin’ those sounds for me.”

her breath stutters, just a little, but that smugness doesn’t falter — it deepens, if anything, her lashes fluttering as she tilts her head back like an offering. “i really don’t think i will, officer.”

his fingers dip lower.

“anything you say,” he murmurs, “can and will be used against you — in the bedroom, the backseat of the impala, the fuckin’ kitchen table if you keep talkin’ like that.”

she lets out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan, biting down on her bottom lip as he finally slides his hand between her legs. “kitchen table, huh? sexy and domestic. never took you for the multitasking type.”

his eyes flash — something wicked, wild, wrecked — as he glances up at her, hand not stopping its slow torture. “careful,” he warns, voice thick and ragged, “i’ve got a nightstick with your name on it.”

she grins, head tipped back against the headboard, wrists still bound but her mouth free as ever. “that a promise, officer winchester?”

“baby,” he growls, leaning in close, mouth brushing her ear, “that’s a threat.”

“kinky,” she snorts. he grins against her skin, a wicked flash of teeth and breathless amusement. “you say that like it’s a bad thing.” his fingers flex just enough to make her hips twitch, and he presses a kiss to her throat, slow and smug and full of that dangerous charm that always makes her legs go soft. “you want sweet, you ask sam,” he murmurs, voice dipped in honey and hellfire. “you want filthy, you come to me.” 

“what makes you think i’d ever go to sam?”

he freezes for half a second, his laughter punching out of him like she’s knocked the wind clean from his lungs. it’s sharp and loud and so full of her it makes his heart lurch and his cock throb all at once.

“jesus christ,” he breathes, forehead falling to her shoulder as he grins, nearly giddy. “you’re such a fuckin’ menace.”

she hums sweetly, smug and unbothered, shifting beneath him just to watch his breath catch again. “you like it.”

“i love it,” he mutters, dragging his teeth along her collarbone. “love when you’re mouthy, love when you’re bratty—hell, i even love when you’re bein’ a fuckin’ pain in the ass.”

he lifts his head, gaze dark and burning, eyes flicking over her like he’s starving and she’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to eat.

“but you’re mine, mal,” he says, voice low, lips barely brushing hers. “you always come to me.”

she doesn't even hesitate. her eyes flash with something wicked and warm, her tone all heat and syrup. “always,” she promises.

and that’s it. that’s all it takes. his mouth is on hers again, brutal and reverent, like he’s trying to memorize the shape of her promise between his teeth.

“enough of dean, bring back officer winchester,” she playfully demands.

he pulls back just an inch, lips kiss-swollen, chest heaving like she’s just knocked the air out of him again — but this time, it’s with that tone. all teasing, all trouble, all her.

his brow arches slowly, something wicked curling at the corner of his mouth. and then it shifts, like a curtain drawn—dean gone in a flash, replaced by that dangerously smooth persona that always has her heart racing and her thighs clenching.

“officer winchester,” he says, low and serious, voice like molasses and smoke. he adjusts his weight, straightens his spine, suddenly all authority and sin wrapped in denim and a badge that hangs askew from his belt. he clicks his tongue once, eyes dragging down her body like a man inspecting a crime scene. “i’ll have you know, ma’am,” he says, voice tight and professional, “that impersonating innocence is a very serious offense.”

he leans in close, barely touching her, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“i’m afraid i’m gonna have to conduct a full search. for evidence.” then he pulls back, flashing his badge — the plastic kind, crooked and worn — right in her face, deadly serious. “any objections, miss?”

she shakes her head — slow, tantalizing — before kissing his badge without her eyes leaving his.

his breath hitches just slightly, and he watches her with a kind of predatory focus, the way she moves, the way she kisses the badge — deliberate, slow, making sure to savor every second of it. the intensity of her gaze doesn't slip for a second, like she's daring him, challenging him. he can feel the heat building between them again, thick, relentless.

"you've got a lot of nerve, you know that?" he mutters, voice rough around the edges, fighting the urge to pull her closer, to lose himself in her like he always does. he pulls the badge away, tucking it into his pocket, his fingers brushing over the edge of her chin as he cups her face, forcing her to look at him.

“you think you're so clever, don’t you, little miss perfect?” he teases, just the hint of a smile tugging at his lips, but there’s nothing playful about the way his eyes narrow.

he presses his forehead to hers, breaths coming a little too quick now. “you don’t think i’ll punish you for that, do you?”

“why do you think i did it?” she purrs, lips barely brushing his. he snorts, kissing down her neck, greedy hands rucking up her shirt. “ma’am, you’re awfully — mmm, naughty. don’t bite me, ma’am.” he laughs, trying to keep up the righteous act.

her laugh is warm and wicked against his cheek, hands already tugging at his shirt like she’s trying to strip the law right off him. “then stop putting your throat so close to my mouth, officer,” she breathes, catching his earlobe between her teeth for just a second — a tease, a threat, a promise.

he groans, deep and ragged, the sound vibrating against her skin as his hands slide down her sides, thumbs dragging over her waist like he owns her. “you keep testing me,” he murmurs, biting at the hollow of her throat, “and i’m gonna start adding charges.”

“oh no,” she gasps, mock-sweet. “whatever will i do with all those charges?”

he pulls back just enough to look at her, all dark amusement and barely-restrained want, eyes flickering down to where her shirt’s riding high. “reckless endangerment,” he counts off on his fingers, “assaulting an officer. resisting arrest. public indecency — you wanna keep going?”

she grins, smug and unrepentant, wrists still cuffed but body writhing under his touch. “that depends, officer,” she hums, licking her lips. “how many charges before i get a conjugal visit?”

“about five minutes, maybe six,” he shrugs, pulling his black tee over his head and chucking it over his shoulder. “six minutes?” she echoes, lashes fluttering as she gives him that slow, sultry once-over, gaze dragging down the line of his chest like it’s something sacred. her smirk grows, lazy and wicked. “that’s not very long, officer. hope you’re not all talk.” 

“ma’am, i assure you.. hey. stop that,” he laughs, catching her ankle as she nudges at his crotch with her foot.

she giggles, biting her bottom lip like the picture of innocence — save for the mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “just trying to see what i’m working with,” she says sweetly, tilting her head as she flexes her foot again, teasing. “you keep making promises, officer. just want to be sure you can deliver.”

he leans forward, slow and predatory, still gripping her ankle as he presses a kiss to the inside of her knee — hot breath, stubble-rough and lingering. “you really wanna test me?” he murmurs, voice dropping low, his grin taking on that sinful edge that always makes her breath catch.

“i’m not scared of you,” she whispers, eyes daring him. “in fact, i’m kinda hoping you arrest me.”

he lets out a breathy chuckle, dragging her leg over his shoulder and crawling up the bed, all fire and gravity. “oh, sweetheart,” he rasps, mouth brushing her thigh, “you’ve got the right to remain loud.”

“cringe. new dialogue,” she laughs. he groans, dropping his forehead to her thigh with a dramatic sigh. “you wound me, ma’am,” he mutters, voice muffled and full of mock despair. “here i am, baring my soul, offering you peak one-liners, and you call me cringe?” 

“you sound like a hotel pay-per-view budget porno,” mal snickers, kicking his ribs gently with her other leg.

he gasps like she’s stabbed him, hand splaying over his heart as he lifts his head with wounded theatrics. “wow. wow. that’s how you talk to a decorated officer of the law?”

“decorated?” she scoffs, laughing as she curls her fingers around the headboard. “your badge says privates investigator, dean.”

he snorts, eyes crinkling as he grins up at her. “and yet you still kissed it.”

“because i’m generous,” she shrugs, stretching like a cat beneath him. “and maybe a little into public service.”

he growls low in his throat, ducking to nip her hipbone. “you better watch it, ma’am. sarcasm’s a punishable offense in this county.”

“yeah?” she hums, breath hitching as his lips skim lower. “what’s the sentence?”

“long. hard. repeated.” his voice is gravel and promise.

“oh, now that’s a line,” she purrs, arching a brow. “see? progress.”

“well, i aim to please, ma’am.” dean snorts, biting her side.

she squirms with a yelp, swatting at him through her giggles. “that is not how you please a lady, officer.”

“ma’am, i disagree,” he says solemnly, grinning like the devil as he does it again — just to hear her laugh, just to see that sparkle in her eyes when she’s writhing and flailing and trying to wriggle away from his playful torment.

“stop it!” she laughs, breathless now, kicking her legs as he pins her hips down with one hand, the other creeping up to tickle her ribs like a man possessed. “you sadistic bastard—”

“you wound me again,” he croons, nose brushing the hem of her shirt as he finally relents, laying his head on her stomach with a soft huff of air. “this is what i get for being a public servant.”

she’s still giggling, fingers threading through his hair almost absently. “you’re a menace,” she murmurs fondly.

he hums against her, smug and content. “yeah, but i’m your menace.”

“unfortunately,” she sighs, but she’s smiling. all teeth and trouble and love so warm it could burn a man alive.

“damn right,” he mumbles, nosing at her side again. “now hush. officer needs his five-minute cuddle break.”

“better not be just five,” she warns, already sinking her fingers a little deeper into his hair.

“depends on if you behave,” he teases, already kissing a trail back up to her mouth. “but knowing you...”

she smirks against his lips. “yeah. good luck with that, officer.”

[am0ralexis]

Situationship (angst/fluff/flirty) 💔🩷💖

The fan event was packed. Ring lights everywhere. Merch tables, screaming fans, half-baked meet-and-greets. You’d lost count of how many times someone had asked you to say your most viral catchphrase.

Somewhere between signing a plushie and taking a photo, Missa popped up beside you like a gremlin.

“Hermana, you have to meet my friend! You’ll love him. He’s so weird. Like you.”

You laughed. “Gee, thanks.”

Missa pulled you through the crowd and toward a group of creators gathered by a booth. That’s when you saw him.

Alex.

Or, well—Alexis.

He saw you at the same time.

There was a flash of recognition behind his sunglasses, the corner of his mouth twitching up in that smug little smirk you remembered too well.

“Y/N,” he said like a challenge.

“Mmm. Quackity, right?” you replied smoothly.

Missa beamed. “Oh perfect, you guys already know each other!”

You and Alexis exchanged a look that said more than he knows, all teeth and restraint.

He stayed cool until Missa wandered off.

“…You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered.

He grinned. “Out of all the people in the world, you’re the one he introduces me to?”

“What, not happy to see me?” you teased, voice dry.

“Last time I saw you, you dumped yogurt in my backpack.”

“You called me a ‘pick me’ because I got an award in eighth grade.”

“That was fair.”

“You cried when I beat you in the science fair, Alexis.”

He groaned. “God, I forgot how annoying you are.”

You smirked. “Forgot? Or missed?”

The banter died down. He stared at you a little too long.

“…You look good,” he said eventually, quiet now.

“You too.”

———————-

That night.

Missa’s Airbnb was a war zone of drunk creators, half-eaten pizza, loud music, and broken egos. You spotted Alexis near the kitchen with a drink in hand. He waved you over with that same smirk, already slurring.

“You again,” you said, cheeks flushed from tequila.

“Yeah, well. I keep ending up near you. Must be destiny or some bullshit.”

You both laughed. You lost track of how many shots you took.

Somewhere between half a dozen dumb stories and a conversation in half-Spanish-half-gibberish, you said:

“Y’know what, Alexis? You got so much hotter.”

His head tilted, grin crooked. “Te juro que tú también, cabrona.”

“Mmm, cállate,” you giggled, pressing your finger to his lips.

“Oh I’ll shut up—if you make me.”

You didn’t remember who leaned in first. Just the slam of a door. The weight of his body. Teeth and hands and spit and swearing.

Rough. Desperate. Heated and messy, like everything between you had always been waiting to explode.

He called you princesa and puta in the same breath. You scratched his back hard enough to leave marks. He pulled your hair, praised your mouth, said shit you barely understood through the haze of your own moans.

———————-

The next morning.

Your head pounded.

You blinked into unfamiliar light.

There was a warm arm around your waist. You were naked. Covered in hickeys. And the voice that groaned behind you?

“Fuck. My throat’s dry as hell…”

Alex.

You rolled over. “Do you… remember what happened?”

He squinted at you.

Pause.

Then—

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” you muttered, grabbing a pillow to cover your chest. “We fucked. Didn’t we.”

He nodded slowly, eyes wide.

You stared at him.

Then you both burst out laughing.

“Jesus Christ,” you sighed, flopping back onto the bed. “We’re so fucked.”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling now. “But like… in a fun way?”

You and Alex had both agreed it was a one-time thing.

Just a drunken mistake. Heat of the moment. Ha ha, so funny, let’s never do that again.

And then you made out in the hotel stairwell after a Twitch panel.

And in the backseat of Missa’s rented Uber.

And once in a photobooth at a pop-up streamer lounge (you still had the strip of pics in your pocket).

You thought you were subtle.

You were not.

Missa caught on immediately.

———————

At VidCon, he cornered you both at the Red Bull booth, sipping from a cup that was definitely not water.

“So…” he said, looking between the two of you. “You two fucked, right?”

You choked on your drink.

Alex’s eyes widened. “What?! No!”

“Pffft,” Missa grinned. “You’re so obvious. You keep staring at her mouth like it personally wronged you.”

Alex scoffed. “We’re friends.”

“Yeah, okay,” Missa said, looking at you now. “So, amiga… if you’re single, maybe you and I should—how do you say—hookup sometime?”

Alex immediately stepped forward. “Okay, nope, what the fuck—”

“Ohhh?” Missa wiggled his brows. “Possessive much?”

“I’m not possessive,” Alex snapped, flushing hard. “I’m just—”

You bit your lip, barely holding back a smile. “You’re just what, Alexis?”

He glared at you like you’d just kicked his puppy. “You’re the worst.”

Missa clutched his chest. “Dios mío, they’re in love.”

You and Alex both yelled “NO” at the same time.

Missa just sipped his drink. “Mhm. I’ll let the wedding planner know.”

——————-

That night, after a collab stream, Alex pulled you aside in the hallway.

“Okay,” he muttered, voice low, “so like. If we were doing this thing—hypothetically—maybe we should just keep it… y’know. Casual. Secret. Chill.”

You blinked up at him. “Okay. So no emotions.”

He nodded. “No feelings.”

You leaned in. “And definitely no falling for me.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Exactly.”

You kissed him hard enough to make him gasp.

Ten minutes later, your leg was over his shoulder in the hotel bathroom.

Ten hours later, you woke up in his hoodie.

And you still told Missa nothing.

You almost made it to the elevator without being caught.

Shoes in hand. Hoodie five sizes too big. Hair a mess. Lips still swollen from being used like a stress toy. You thought you were in the clear.

Until you turned the corner and found Missa sitting in the lobby breakfast area, alone at a table with a sad stack of waffles and a capri sun.

He looked up. Blinked. Then smirked.

“Hola, zorra.”

You froze. “…Hi.”

He stabbed his waffle with a plastic fork like it owed him money. “Sleep good?”

“Wouldn’t know,” you said coolly, adjusting the hoodie. “Wasn’t in a bed.”

Missa nearly choked on his juice pouch.

———————-

You sat down across from him because at this point, why lie? You grabbed a piece of his waffle and he let you.

“So,” he said between chews, “you and Alexis?”

You shrugged. “It’s not a thing.”

“Right. Just casual sex and you wearing his hoodie at 9 a.m. after sneaking out of his room.”

“…Exactly.”

He snorted. “Amiga. Come on. I knew it.”

You rolled your eyes. “You were obnoxious about it.”

“Because I’m right. Always. I have streamer intuition.”

You laughed and stole another bite. “He doesn’t want to make it serious.”

Missa gave you a look. “Do you?”

You hesitated.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I just know I feel good with him. And seen. Like I’m not just another streamer girl with a gimmick. He actually—he listens. Even when I’m annoying.”

Missa gave a small smile. “He’s annoying too. Perfect match.”

You went quiet.

Then he added, dead serious: “But if he fucks around, you tell me.”

You looked up. “What, so you can beat him up?”

“So I can publicly humiliate him and flirt with you at TwitchCon,” he said, popping another waffle piece in his mouth. “Obviously.”

You burst out laughing.

From behind you, a voice said, “Are you talking shit about me?”

You turned to see Alex, freshly showered and suspiciously smug, eyeing the two of you.

Missa beamed. “Only a little. Your girlfriend’s got a cute walk when she’s sneaking.”

Alex looked at you, flushed red. “She’s not my—”

You just smirked. “Yet.”

Missa’s eyes sparkled. “I’m buying a tux.”

[bamboozledcorvid]

Things me and my friends have said as the batfam quotes.

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Damian: I’m Todd’s favourite!

Tim: he loves me more!

Dick: no, I’m his best friend!

Jason: I hate you all equally.

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Jason: There’s a good way and a bad way to do thing.

Tim (licking the flavour of a crisp): leave me alone.

Jason: I hope you choke.

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Dick (coughing dramatically): I’m dying

Jason: die quietly.

Tim: oh my god shut up!

Damian: stop dying

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Tim: You can not talk to swans! It’s going to bite you!

Damian (outstretched hand towards swan): cmon Gwendolyn come here.

Tim: you deserve to be bit.

——————————————————————————

Dick: yk I had the strangest dream last night I-

Jason: oh my god! Shut the fuck up I swear to god. No. No I don’t want to hear about another one of your dreams. Jesus Christ!

Dick: … you died.

——————————————————————————

Damian: who are you texting?

Dick: your mom!

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Damian: what are you doing?

Dick: your mom!

——————————————————————————

Jason: who were you talking to?

Dick: your… I’m not gonna say it.

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(Everyone sitting it pure silence)

Jason: you smell!

Tim: ????

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Jason: do you like this book?

Tim: sure?

Dick: no Tim! Why have you done this!

Jason (getting ready to rant): good let’s talk about it

Damian: I’m going home.

(Jason explains in great detail the entire plot and all his theories whilst the others complain)

——————————————————————————

Barbara: why is he here it’s girls night

Steph: he’s just one of the gals!

Jason: yea Barb, I’m just one of the gals!

——————————————————————————

Dick: I had the weirdest dream last night do you want to hear about it?

Jason: No. I don’t care.

Dick: … Tim would you like to hear it?

Tim (purely to piss off Jason): yes go

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[leansuccubus]

death of our sanity and singular collective braincell; heartsteel fanfic- pt1 - i know your secrets

warnings ⚠️ contains swearing, flirting like how you flirt w your friends, it’s more of a platonic thing really. Friendly bullying, just homies being homies

You created a groupchat

You named the groupchat “🤡🤡🤡”

You: guys.

Settrigh🗿: HEY WHAT’S UP?

You: HI SETT

Settrigh🗿: HI

Settrigh🗿: SO WHAT’S WITH THE CLOWN EMOJIS?

You: that, you’ll find out soon

You: i made a gc because we’re all homies here, and we needed a gc 🥰🥰🥰

You: i also have some interesting…news to share

Settrigh🗿: uh oh you’re scaring me

You: don’t worry sett, it’ll be okay 😁😁😁

Settrigh🗿: ALRIGHT… although something is telling me i probably shouldn’t trust you

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: spill

Croissante🥐: Hello. I’m here. I’m concerned but slightly intrigued 👀👀👀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: the FUCK did they go, they can’t just come in here, say they have to say something AND THEN LEAVE???

G R E E N 🌿: i’m kinda scared too 😳😳😳

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: you’re always pscared what’s new 🗿

G R E E N🌿: THATS BECAUSE YOU GUYS HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH JUMPSCARING ME, YALL SUCK ☹️

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: #justiceforezreal

G R E E N🌿: SEE? APHELIOS GETS IT

Croissante🥐: Yeah…

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: ez. he’s the one who SETS UP THE JUMPSCARES

You: the dye must’ve leaked into his brain and killed all his braincells 💀💀💀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: hes a blonde, he already had negative braincells to begin with 💀💀💀

G R E E N🌿: STOP BULLYING ME 😭

You: No.

G R E E N🌿: YES.

G R E E N🌿: DIDN’T YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL US?

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: if you don’t tell us, i’ll throw a shoe

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: i’ll throw his other shoe 🫥

Settrigh🗿: that would leave a mark

You: OKOK CHILL

Settrigh: We need to know please 😔😔😔

You: okay so.

You: yall know how i was at the dorm yesterday

You: i’m surprised it didn’t smell like straight cheese and sweat

G R E E N🌿: ARE YOU IMPLYING IT SMELT LIKE GAY CHEESE AND SWEAT

You: WHAT? NO. IM SAYING IT SMELT SURPRISINGLY CLEAN FOR A PLACE 6 SWEATY ADULT MEN LIVE IN

You: when they know basic hygienic 😍😍😍

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: QUIT YAPPING JUST TELL US WHAT YOU WANTED TO TELL US

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: YAPOLOGIST FR

Settrigh🗿:

You: CHILL IM MULTITASKING

You: anyways, I was on my way to sett and phel’s room to play some animal crossing bc they’re animal crossing addicts

Settrigh🗿: I’m an animal crossing addict and im not afraid to admit it XD

You: so on the way there, i had to pass ezreal’s room. and i shit you not, i hear him talking to himself

G R E E N🌿: oh lord. not this.

You: oh yes.

You: wanna tell us what you said EZREAL?

G R E E N🌿: nope i think i’ll pass 😃

You: that’s fine, i’ll just say it myself

You: when i walk past ez’s room, i hear him full on simping for lux, begging them gods to let her notice him

Settrigh🗿: WHAT THE HELL XD

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: jesus christ. i knew ez’s crush on lux was bad, but i didn’t know it was this bad.

G R E E N🌿: STOP NO ITS NOT TRUE

You: YES IT IS.

Settrigh🗿: oh it’s true, why would reader ever lie to us? xd

G R E E N🌿: ITS NOT I SWEAR 😭

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: we’re never letting you hear the end of this 😭

G R E E N🌿: I HATE YALL 😭😭😭

Settrigh: Aw we love you too <3

Croissante: Lol. Ez gotta be more careful next time

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸😈🤘👹👹👹: bro’s rizz is in the negatives

Settrigh🗿: bro is in the trenches

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: bro is tremendously down bad

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸😈🤘👹👹👹: we’re never letting him live this down are we?

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: no we are NOT

You: and that’s not even all

You: y’all are so strange istg, the shit i hear whenever i’m over is just insane

Settrigh🗿: THERES MORE???

You: after passing ez’s room and busting nerves from trying not to laugh, i pass k’sante’s room, and the door is WIDE open

Settrigh🗿: uh oh

Croissante🥐: Yeah… uh oh is an understatement

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: bro is cooked 💀

You: i saw him scrolling on grindr 💀💀💀💀💀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: 💀💀💀

Croissante🥐: YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS 💀

You: DONT ACT INNOCENT

You: I SAW YOU K’SANTE

You: I SAW YOU.

You: YOU EVEN SAID

You: “DAT ASS THO”

Croissante: I DIDN’T THINK ID BE EXPOSED. I DIDNT THINK ANYONE SAW

You: I DID.

Settrigh🗿: Oh god… what else? XD

G R E E N🌿: we’re all curious, don’t leave us hanging 🤷‍♂️

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: i second this 👀

You: when i FINALLY reach sett and phel’s room…

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: you’re making it sound like one of those stories old people tell you about how they got to school 😭

G R E E N🌿: “i climbed 2 mountains and walked through the snow” lookin ahh

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: 💀💀💀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: real

You: STFU

You: anyways, what do i hear???

Settrigh🗿: oh god. please no

You: KISSING. NOISES.

You: YALL FR THOUGHT I WOULDN’T HEAR

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: 😟😟😟

You: y’all have anything to say about that?

Settrigh🗿: READER.

You: yes sett? 🥰

Settrigh🗿: how could you…😔

You: because y’all didn’t invite me to join 😔

Settrigh🗿: you didn’t even ask you bastard

Settrigh🗿: ya snooze ya loose yk

G R E E N🌿: one time i heard them kissing in the laundry machine

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: same, they were like so loud 💀💀💀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: at least sett was, bro sounded like a subaru

G R E E N🌿: LMFAOOO

Croissante🥐: Lol

Mother 🤤🤤🤤: What on Earth did I just come back to?

Mother🤤🤤🤤: I spend a few hours experimenting with samples and check my phone for the time, only to see a hundred notifications. Shouldn’t you guys be cleaning?

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: RUN. ITS MOTHER. RUN FOR THE HILLS

[dr-rabbit-3]

Hiiiiii sooo I really should be writing the butterfly au right nowwww

but I'm pretty sure I'm gonna give the butterfly Au a complete rewrite soon since I feel like it needs an update

But until then take this story I wrote

About Ellis being locked in Tony's basement 👇

Da Title: My immortal

Ellis had no idea how long he'd been down there. Hours, maybe? Days? Definitely long enough for his wrists to ache from the stupid ropes Tony tied around them. He shuffled around a bit, trying to wiggle free, but the ropes just burned into his skin. Of course Tony would tie him way too tight,he's always been a control freak.

Maybe Vanny noticed he was missing and called the cops... maybe...

"Tony, you absolute psycho!" Ellis shouted. Nothing. Just his voice echoing off the cold cement walls. It smelled weird down here. Like rotten meat?

but like.. honey....?

His eyes were puffy from crying, and his face was smudged with tears and dust. It was so dark, and he'd never been good with the dark. He sniffled, trying to calm himself down. Okay, okay, it's fine. Tony just being Tony. He wouldn't actually leave me down here forever... right? He gulped. The thought of being stuck here forever made him cry all over again.

Upstairs, Ellis suddenly heard the front door creak open. Voices. Tony’s voice. And—wait—was that Gregory?

Ellis perked up. Gregory! Gregory’s here! He’ll save me! He has to!

“Tony, this day has been so weird,” Gregory said, his voice floating down the stairs. “Mr. Thompson was doing blood sacrifices in the boys bathroom again”

“Yeah, absolutely mad,” Tony replied, sounding distracted, like he didn’t care at all. Typical.

Ellis took a deep breath and screamed as loud as he could, “HELP! GREGORY, I’M DOWN HERE! GOD HELP!”

He waited. Everything went quiet. Did they hear him?

Suddenly, footsteps stomped toward the basement door. Ellis flinched. oh no.

The door flew open, and Tony stormed down the steps, glaring at Ellis like he wanted to murder him. He looked ridiculous with his stupid school uniform and his hair all slicked back, trying to be all fancy and grown up.

“boots, I swear to God,” Tony hissed through gritted teeth. “Shut. Up.”

Ellis blinked up at him, wide-eyed and sniffling. “Tony, please, this isn’t funny anymore! I’m gonna dieEEEEEE down here!”

Tony rolled his eyes like Ellis was being dramatic (which, okay, maybe he was, but still). “You’re not dying, you drama queen. Just keep your mouth shut, or I swear, I’ll__”

Ellis didn’t even hear the rest because Tony slammed the door before he could finish. The bang made Ellis jump. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from coming again. Why is this happening to me?

Upstairs, Gregory’s voice broke the silence. “Uh, Tony? What was that???”

Ellis held his breath. Yes, Gregory! Ask questions! Come save me! You rebirth of Jesus Christ!

“Oh, uh, that?” Tony sounded nervous. Tony never sounded nervous. Ellis was listening closely. “That was just... uh... the furnace. Yeah, yeah. It makes weird noises sometimes.”

Gregory didn’t sound convinced. “The furnace? It sounded like someone yelling.”

Tony laughed, and it was the fakest laugh Ellis had ever heard. “Nah, nah, you’re hearing things. You know how old this house is. Creaky floors, noisy pipes, haunted basements. Anyway, why don’t you go hang out in the backyard? It’s a nice day.”

Ellis could practically hear Gregory’s confusion. “Uh… okay? I guess.”

Ellis’s heart sank as he heard the back door creak open. Gregory was going outside. No! Gregory! don’t leave please!

The basement was silent again.

Ellis let out a shaky breath and stared up at the ceiling. This is fine. Totally fine. I’m not gonna die down here or anything...

Ellis sniffled.

“Tony, you suck...."

[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 24

word count: 1120

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

July 4, 1989

Dear Will,

We went to the 4th of July carnival tonight, and you seemed to be having a good time. Max and Lucas were off somewhere (making out behind the darts station or some shit), and you, Dustin, and El had gone to get snacks while I held our place in line for the ferris wheel.

I watched Dustin say something that caused both you and El to laugh, and it was like my eyes were glued to you; I couldn’t look away, and even if I could look away, I didn’t want to. Because you are gorgeous when you laugh. The sound of one of your uncontrollable, naturally loud laughs in combination with the crinkle in your eyes and your unfairly contagious smile make me love you even more than I could ever begin to fathom. I love seeing you so happy.

So to preface this next part, I’m gonna admit that your brother scares the hell out of me. He’s had it out for me since you gave me the painting in the van. I think it’s because he knew El had nothing to do with the artistic process and that I was oblivious to the subtext of your speech. But, like, it’s been three years at this point, and yet he’s still trying to murder me with his glare.

As I was watching you, I felt a shoulder nudge my upper arm, and I looked down to see Jonathan giving me that same look he’d given me through the rear view mirror in the van.

“So. Mike. How’s your night going?” he asked me, and I felt like I’d committed a fucking crime or something, judging by the inflections of his voice. 

“It’s going well,” I said, “How about you?”

Jonathan shook his head. “This isn’t about me, this is about you and the way you keep staring at Will.”

I was so confused. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“Is it because he’s gay?” he shot back at me. Yeah. He went there.

“Wait, wait, what?” I sputtered out in shock. “How the hell could you think—”

“You haven’t taken your eyes off him once. Are you freaked out by him or something?” He could not have been more wrong.

“Hold up—”

“If you’re homophobic, just admit it.”

“I— what—”

“But I’ll tell you right now,” Jonathan said as he leaned further in with a hushed voice, “bigotry doesn’t look good on you.”

I’d had enough. “Jonathan, will you let me fucking talk? Jesus Christ.”

Jon took a step back. “Um, I… I got a little fired up,” he admitted. I narrowed my eyes.

“Yeah, no shit.”

He apologized.

“It’s fine,” I dismissed him. “But Jon, that’s not at all how I feel. And I find it kind of hurtful that you think that of me. Because I love him—”

Yes, you read that right. (You didn’t, actually, but I’ll chalk it up to technicalities). I told your brother that I love you. But I instantly regretted it, because the look on his face was suddenly turning soft and understanding, and I couldn’t handle the thought of having to come out to your brother before you. So I resorted to self-preservation.

“No matter what, I love him,” I said in an attempt to cover my own ass with platonicity. “He’ll always be my friend.”

Jonathan seemed to take a few seconds to process and backtrack. It kind of looked like he… pitied me for a minute. “Okay,” he eventually told me, nodding. “I’m choosing to believe you. But if you hurt him again, I swear to God, Wheeler—”

“Murder,” I replied. “Got it.”

“Good,” he said, and with that, he was off to join Nancy at the chili stand, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I hadn’t realized my staring was that obvious. I mean, it’s not news that you happen to be my favorite person on the planet or that you’re my best friend. I think it’s pretty normal for me to appreciate being in my best friend’s company and to enjoy looking at him. It’s a whole other thing entirely when it comes to the implications my staring could make with my sexuality brought into the equation. Essentially, I don’t want my own facial expressions to out me.

“Got the last candy apple,” I heard you say, and it was only then that I noticed that you’d meandered your way back to me while El and Dustin were sharing a funnel cake as they stood a few feet away. I looked down and chuckled when I saw you grinning back up at me with red-stained teeth from the coating on the apple.

“I see that,” I replied. You held up the apple to me, and I raised an eyebrow.

“Want a bite?” you asked me, and I felt myself blush. This was so romantic. I know you didn’t mean it like that, but damn, sparks were flying… in my head. My inner immature middle schooler was chanting indirect kiss, indirect kiss, indirect kiss, but I ignored the little shit’s voice and focused on the apple being held up to my face, trying to figure out how to even bite the apple. “I promise it isn’t poisonous,” you reassured me.

“Even if it were, I’d just need a true love’s kiss for the spell to be broken, right?” I teased, and watched your eyes go wide before taking your hand, which was holding the apple’s stick, into mine and taking a chomp out of the apple. I pulled back as I chewed, and licked my lips for added effect. You didn’t move your hand at all, or try to pull away from me or anything. You just stood and watched.

“… Right,” you breathed. “You would.”

And just as I was going to make my first official move on you, one that could signal, “Hey Will. I’m interested in you like that, as in romantically and sexually and everything in between because you’re the love of my life and I don’t think I’ll ever recover if you don’t feel the same, but please don’t be scared away by what I’m saying right now because I just thought you should know,” El and Dustin joined us back in the line, cutting our conversation short and shifting the topic to Dustin’s fear of heights and how he was facing his fear of the ferris wheel for El’s sake. I think they’d be kind of cute together, don’t you think? I can see it. Or maybe it’s my rose-colored lenses talking. But regardless, I’m going to try and be a bit more open with my flirting from now on. Just to see something.

Love,

Mike

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Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

five- mommy’s boy (0.8k words)

'TAEEEEE. YOU BETTER GET YOUR ARSE UP AND READY TO LEAVE IN THE NEXT 5 MINUTES OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SMOTHER YOU WITH THAT MONSTOSITY OF A TEDDY YOU SPOON EVERY NIGHT.' A muffled groan is all I receive in response.

I grab a slider on my way to his room, and very gracefully dive right onto of his barely conscious form. I find far too much amusement in the screech he lets out, although I'm sure the rest of the building doesn't. 

'Jesus Christ are you trying to kill me? How does someone so small weigh so much?'

His complaints are met with the slider being flung at his head. 'We're gonna be late, sunshine.'

Groggily he rubs his sleep ridden eyes, 'Ughhh, how's it Monday already.' 

Snorting at him I stand up from his bed, 'Just hurry up will you? Wouldn't want you to miss out on the honour of a two hour lecture with my company.' 

'Okay, but doesn't laying in bed with me cuddling you all morning sound soooo much better?'  He's smirking at me now.

'Don't flatter yourself, anyway, both you and me know that you always end up as the little spoon.' 

Huffing he finally stands up, 'You're worse than my mother.' 

'What, does your mother spoon you too?'

'First of all, so what if she does, my mother loves me very much. Secondly, I meant your nagging.' 

'AWWWW someone's a mommy's boy.' I squish his puffy morning cheeks. ' And someone's got to be the responsible roommate, and that's certainly not you. You're basically an overgrown puppy.' 

'At least I'm cute. You're like a vicious black cat.' It's said as an insult but I beam at him.

'I love cats! Anyway, stop distracting me! I will dress you myself and drag you out of that door if I have to.'

'You know, if you wanted to get me naked you could just say that.' And there's that smirk again.

'Sorry to break it to you, but blondes aren't my type.' Ruffling his hair, I turn around to leave his room. 'Oh, and if you aren't ready in at least 3 minutes I'm leaving without you and telling the whole class you have explosive diarrhoea.'

I hear his chuckle from the hallway before he calls out, 'Yes, ma'am.'

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'Well that was excruciating.' The lecture has just ended and I'm 99.9% sure everyone feels like the life has been sucked out of them.

'I swear Mr Chen enjoys making his students miserable. There's no other reason why he'd do this.' Laughing at Tae's reply I ask if he's up for our usual Monday brunch. We both have a gap before our next lesson so it's become kind of a tradition.

I'm met with a guilty smile, 'About that..'

'Tae. Do not tell me you're bailing on our tradition.'

'I'm sorry, but my next period was cancelled and I sort of have this thing.'

'What thing?' My face defiantly resembles the sus emoji right now.

'A date? I think?' 

'You're ditching me for a date and weren't even gonna tell me? I'm wounded. What happened to bros before hoes?' Clutching my chest I act as if I'm physically in pain. 

'I swear she means nothing to be. You're still my one and only, sweety pie.' We gaze into each others eyes for what feels like an eternity, both with a serious expression painted on. He breaks first, bursting out into laughter but I follow not long after. The looks we get are humbling but whenever I'm with Tae I cant seem to care.

'Have fun on your date. You better tell me every detail when you get back tomorrow.'

'Hey, have some faith in me I don't always hook up with them on the first date.' Giving him a sceptical look, I shake my head.

'Goodbye, Taehyung. And for the love of God use protection. No one wants a mini Tae running around, you cause enough chaos as it is.' 

'At least I get some action, you're just sexually frustrated all the time.' 

I slap him on the arm before shooing him off.

Great, now I have an hour to kill before I have my art class. With no other than Jeon Jungkook. This project is going to be the death of me. I've went from having to see him twice a week, every Monday and Friday, to having to actually interact with him three times a week.

We decided that we should meet every Wednesday as well as the art classes, mostly to take the photos and discuss how were getting on. Then during the actual class we can focus on making the art. 

Luckily, I brought a book with me to fill up this hour.

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a/n: no jk in this one unfortunately however roommate tae content!

[mrhowells]

Smallville 4x22

Can't say I feel sorry for Genevieve bc that woman was nasty but Lana just got another thing added to the huge pile of trauma she already had😬

oh hey Lex, so what happened here was-

bunnyyyyy💕

"I had this one last week, really scary. This... guy wearing a red cape." "Wow, that sounds horrible Lois."

I can't do this they're so?????

STOP HAVING EYE SEX IN FRONT OF THE PARENTS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

I'mskSJkslKSL Jonathan's face kills me

Mr. and Mrs. Kent, I just wanted to say thanks for everything. You guys are like the Mom and Dad I've always wanted to have.

Lois bby🥺😭😭

"Lois, we want you to know that you are welcome back here any time."

"Actually-" "We'll all miss you, Lois."

SHUSH Clark, we're having a moment here😭

blushing kicking my feet

"Oh, come on Clark, your future is laid out right in front of you. You're gonna go to community college, major in agriculture, probably minor in law enforcement. And then you and Lana are gonna have a nice little church wedding."

I can't😭

He's such a menace around her it's EVERYTHING

"Even if I could spell, the last thing I'd wanna do is spend my time in a newsroom. With my luck, I'd probably end up across the desk from the most bumbling reporter on the masthead."

OMFGSAHSAJDKHA

so much eye contact I'm going insane

If you hear faint screaming in the distance, that's me I'm losing it

CLARK YOU CAN'T LOOK AT HER LIKE THAT AND EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL ABOUT IT I'M FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE HERE

i already know I'm going to hit the media upload limit and have to delete stuff, ugh😭

this episode is feeding me so well

my beautiful family😭😭😭 they raised me actually, true story

"Because you have a way of getting things in half the time a normal person gets things done." "And I'm not normal?"

Chloe really didn't do this one on purpose but OUCH😬

Lois with her "the general said/ taught me..."🥹

now tell me why this interaction fills me with so much joy😭

I love them so much it makes me look stupid

CLARK WILL U STOP BLAMING YOURSELF JESUS STOOOOP

✨and then I paused the episode and didn't continue until over a month later, my brain is wired like that I fear✨

Jor El is so unserious I'm sorry, if he wasn't so vague and cryptic all the time a lot of messes could've been avoided🤡

I just imagine the actual Jor El watching this go down in the afterlife and facepalming so hard

Clark is sad = I'm sad, it's the law

Lana giving Clark the stone without even removing the blood first lol

I feel so bad for her😭 I swear whoever made the plot decisions on this show got off on Lana being in pain and I'm getting more and more angry on her behalf.

and that's on good instincts

(I've seen people say that Lana going to Lex instead of Clark after killing Genevieve is further proof that she doesn't trust Clark at all and it's like... how tf was Clark going to help her in this situation???😭 I agree that Lana and Clark have trust issues ad infinitum but in this case she just did the logical thing, come on now)

I have to respect this man for the level of unhinged he's reached, truly

Lois is so cool😩 Once again I am free on Saturday-

"Before you leave this earth I want you to know... you did create the son you always wanted."

Lionel when I get my hands on you

NUH UH JASON YOU TOUCH MARTHA ALL BETS ARE OFF

I need Lex to chill and stop manhandling Lana & Chloe please and thank you💀 He's joining the unhinged club

Martha & Jonathan against Jason?? Yes please I love fights between people without powers or martial arts training

🎶somebody save meeeeeee🎶

the way Chloe pushed Lex against the cave wall was hilarious I'm sorry

Fortress bestie we're almost hereee🥳

:(((((

Lois is sad = I'm sad, again, those are the rules

seeing the only place she ever considered a permanent home getting completely destroyed, IT'S A LOT. This whole episode was a lot.

And let's not even get started on Lana JESUS CHRIST. Smallville writers I think we need to sit down and have a conversation about her because WTF?

I don't even care that the witch plot was wacky and Jason's character arc was really badly executed, this season was so much fun.

[zalrb]

PLL 2x17 Review - As Per Anon Request

Needed a little break but I'm back.

My IG kept showing me clips of Ali being mean to Hanna. It always knows what I'm watching.

"Shutting you out is killing me." WHY?

"Now that we know that it wasn't Lucas", you all need to be stopped, I swear.

"He passed out. A six pack and some weed will do that to you." Oh the 2010s, when we treated weed like it was crack.

"They were in her bedroom the night she was murdered." Okay. But that doesn't actually PROVE anything.

From what year did they get Dean, sorry, Toby's truck.

Emily can't even say that Spencer is in the shower? Girl, you ARE the weakest link. With your trying-to-emote face.

I like how when a boy respects boundaries on TV land it means he's gay.

Caleb's hair isn't giving Damon today, it's giving Emo Jeremy

and Emo Jeremy was somehow better. Jesus Christ.

Emily's eyebrows are eyebrowing a lot this episode.

Did they just stuff a pillow under Hanna's shirt for the flashbacks or what.

"Ali, someone trashed your porch." We can see that.

Lol, Hanna is going to end up standing Mona up.

Is Jenna going to appear from the bathroom stall, all creepy and shit?

Yes.

Toby has a near-death accident before Aria does. Is she even a Liar?

Wren is the only doctor in this hospital.

"Don't talk about her. Don't mention her." In the flattest fucking voice.

"Whatever you imagined is not nearly as bad as it really is." Hanna, why would you say that.

"Hey, I can protect you."

"I can protect you" with that little step. oh my god, this show does not know how to build a ship. he's not even touching her.

where is the

*throws up hands*

Even their arguing here. "What the hell, I spent hours on that!" It should really be about how she's in danger and he doesn't like it, he doesn't like her snooping around something that can get her hurt, not just anger that he doesn't know what's going on. Because here, he just looks like an asshole.

Jenna, why are you a grown ass woman?

See, and this whole Emily telling Toby about Wren thing, if you're going to go there then go there, let Toby see her kiss Wren (obviously he shouldn't be kissing her, she's a minor), like Liz was committed, man, she pretended to have sex with Kyle,

made sure Max saw her in bed with him

because she had to do something to make him stop pursuing her even though she didn't want to,

and it was devastating.

This show is not serious.

OH dear GOD, is this the rain kiss?

Leave it up to Ezra to let a student who's probably 18 inspire him to be a predator with his 16 year old girlfriend because of a story written in an intro to creative writing class or whatever he teaches.

He is a serial killer

Can we get to the rain kiss already? This is long.

"I'm just saying, I may have broken my left arm but my right arm is fine" oooooooh badass Toby.

She didn't ditch Mona!

Who is Jenna talking to?

How long have you been sitting there Aria?

L M A O. The way he says "Aria?" in that tone is SO funny. If there was a mood, his voice ruined it.

What an underwhelming rain kiss. I'm sorry but rain kisses, like IN the rain have to be done in a certain way so as to not call attention to the fact that it's only being done for the aesthetic. I swear to GOD, Scira just owns TV rain kisses.

no one surpasses them (and YES that includes Naley)

*rolls eyes* OBVIOUSLY it was important, that's why I kept a copy of the files. Caleb, you're such a passive asshole.

Considering that Spencer and Hanna are the best actresses out of the four of them, their showdown over Spencer lying to her and jeopardizing Caleb's life should be good. Like, good for this show.

Oh no. Toby left. That's soooooo sad.