#a little bit of pee came out when I found this

[suiana]

yandere! cheater and gn! reader who's in their villain arc...

you've suspected that something was up when your boyfriend started to get busy with his work, coming home late, hiding his phone from you...

of course you just wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he really was just stressed from his work. he was yourboyfriend after all. you had to trust him, didn't you?

well everything was shattered when you found one of his side chicks under your shared bed. she was naked, only wearing a pair of undies while holding in her pee.

"wtf why are you hiding under here?"

"your bf doesn't want u to know that he's cheating. told me that he'd kill me if i came out."

yeah, so the girl was an asshole to get with your man when she knew that he was in a relationship but at least she told it to your face straight up. also she pissed herself while getting out from the bed so there's that.

meanwhile, your boyfriend was sobbing and crying when he came home. you had found out of his side affairs, a side he never wanted you to find out about. to be honest, your boyfriend didn't know why he he got with others in the first place. he had everything he could ever want in you. you made him feel alive, all the good things you know. being with you was like a dream come true and he constantly felt like tearing out his skin from how happy you made him.

you were his god.

oh, yeah, thinking about it now that's probably it. he felt that you were too good for him and didn't want to taint you. which... was why he resorted to sleeping with others.

shitty move, yeah he knows. don't need to repeat it.

but you... why were you so forgiving? you welcomed him back with open arms, sobbed a little and told him how hurt you were! he thought you'd have up and left by now!

but you didn't.

he knew you were too good for him, he had to treat you better now. he just had to, this was obviously you giving him a second chance, right? oh he just loves you so much!

unfortunately for him, it wasn't a second chance. no, you were about to absolutely ruin this man.

it started with the small things. small rumours about him ranging from how he had a small dick to how he's a pushover... you needed to start your plan slow, you know. tear his reputation of a good and sensible man bit by bit. gotta build up that tension teehee >w<

then from the rumours, you started manipulating the people close to him. crocodile tears, white lies, and a whole pity party for yourself... telling his friends and family members how your boyfriend was an absolute shit of a boyfriend, how he didn't treat you right and how he was the worst an alive... well, it wasn't much of a lie. he did spoil you and treat you like a deity but if he really treasured you why would he cheat in the first place? there's no space left in your life to pity him.

the most important part was to constantly reassure him that you loved him and to make sure that he never finds out that you were the one ruining his life from behind the scenes. can't let him find out that his angel lover is the one that's bringing him to social death now!

by this stage, your boyfriend was completely dependent on you. everyone around him was looking at him like he was the absolute scum of the earth. where did the rumours come from? why was everyone avoiding him? he couldn't even go to work without his coworkers side-eyeing him like he grew an extra head! he's just lucky he didn't get fired-

oh and what do you know. he got fired.

he comes home crying, an absolute mess and a shell of the man that he used to be. what was once a confident and charming man is now a desperate and pathetic boyfailure.

"baby i got fired, i'm so sorry. i don't deserve to be with you."

his arms wrap aorund your legs, tears staining your pants as he seeks comfort from the only person still left by his side. yes, you're the only person left dying for. even his own parents desserted him, yet you stayed. he's so thankful-

"yeah, you're right. you don't deserve me."

it's like time stops the second the words fall from your lips. he slowly looks up at you, eyes widening in horror as his tears dry up. what? was he growing delusional? he must've heard you wrong. no way his beloved god just said that!

"haha... you're so sweet baby. joking around in a time like this-"

"i'm not joking. you don't deserve someone like me."

you slap his hands away, looking down at him as he remains on his knees on the floor. you had a smug smile, expression all cocky as you even started to laugh.

"haha! did you really think i wanted to stay with you? fuck no! i have standards okay? i really didn't want to stay with a cheater!"

your boyfriend didn't know what to think. what were you saying? he doesn't understand. is this a late april fools prank? the way his heart was clenching and the way he felt his face paled shows just how much he doesn't like your words.

"babe stop-"

"i hate you god damnit. i really thought you'd be the one for me but no! you just had to go ahead and cheat!"

but you didn't listen to him.

"let's break up."

oh yeah, you hear that? that's the sound of his heart shattering.

he quickly crawls over to you, face pale as he grips onto your pants tightly. his hands shook with each word he uttered, tone desperate as tears streamed down his cheeks once more.

he never thought he'd start begging for someone to stay when it was usually the opposite but... you were his god. the one he's devoted his entire life too.

so he'll gladly get on his hands and knees for you if he has too. you can't leave him. he doesn't want to be alone.

"please! forgive me! i know i did something wrong but i'm trying! you can't leave me too!"

he looks up at you, face completely flushed as he continues to turn himself into an even bigger pathetic mess. he doesn't care what he looks like now. he's practically lost everything. he has nothing left to lose.

"i promise i'll be better! i haven't cheated since you found out last time! d-doesn't that count for something?"

he gives you a shaky smile, as though that would convince you.

it wasn't.

in response to his words, you could only give a disgusted expression, kicking him away before walking past him to the front door. what a pathetic man he was.

"you know, you look best when you're like this."

you state, glancing at him with a smile before turning to leave his house. well, there's that. your plan was complete and your now-ex boyfriend was absolutely destroyed.

so why did it feel like... something bad was about to happen?

you quickly look back at him, keeping your cool and remaining nonchalant before you feel the blood drain from your face. your best friend?! where did they come from?! and the fact that your crazy ex was holding a knife to their neck-

"no... don't leave me... you can't leave... i have no one else but you..."

what were you supposed to do now that he was holding your best friend hostage?

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puppy hybrid!simon (18+)

inspirations taken from this post

price had to go away for a little while, which was hard to tell his favourite puppy! he had only recently taken you in and it was hard for him to leave you behind. you were all mopey and sad eyes a week before he left. originally he was going to have you stay at a hybrid daycare for the duration of his time away.

but johnny had another idea! he said that he'd watch you! he joked that if he could handle the mutt hybrid he called simon, he could handle a purebred like you. with your floppy ears and cute tail!

you were so well behaved and price was so proud of you. he made sure anything you needed was packed up for your little "trip" to visit johnny and simon.

johnny wasn't as good of a owner as he propositioned to price. he went out to the bar with kyle for an evening, which left price's pretty (expensive) puppy with the bully mixed mutt that was simon.

didn't take long for the much larger hybrid to almost tear off your cute little clothes and just fuck you. he had his arm around your middle as he pushed his cock as far as it could go. he knew he was hitting up against your cervix.

he chuckled, "gonna make a new breed of puppy with you." his voice was low and grumbled, it made you soaked between your legs as he stretched out your poor little cunt.

when you thought that he was done, he enjoyed when you'd scamper off to go pee or get some water. it only encouraged him to sniff out his mate, as if the trail of his cum leaking down your leg didn't make it easy enough.

he made a face when he saw the trail, it should be in you, little pup! not all over the hardwood floor! eventually he had you over the couch, behind the kitchen island, in the bathroom and finally in simon's bed where he could smother your purebred scent with his.

johnny knew he was fucked when he came home the next morning and found you naked under a partially clothed simon. your belly a bit swollen from the gallons of hybrid cum stuffed in there.

"price, i'm so sorry. i didn't know, i thought he was well behaved!" johnny looked pale when price came home to get you.

you were curled up in simon's arms in the doggy bed. gone were the cute pink bows and little outfits, you were swimming in simon's cheap black t-shirt with a motorcycle on it. but even price could see the slight slope in your belly.

"but, price!" you whined when your owner tried to pull you away from the mutt, as last ditch effort to save you. you kicked out your little legs, "i love him."

the older man sighed. spoiled little puppy. he ended up taking in simon too, he saw how anxious you were without your mate. johnny promised the dog hybrid to visit often but simon was too busy snuggled up with his new missuses (sorry johnny!). now price has two hybrids to take care of plus whatever was slumbering in your belly.

you were still price's little puppy, even if your attention was split between owner and mate. when you ate at the table to eat, you'd give simon a light smack on the hand if he was eating like a prisoner. you pouted your lips and shook your head.

simon sighed and took you by the head to kiss one of your soft ears, "sorry, love." at least price didn't have to train the mutt, you were doing the hard work for him.

simon followed you like a shadow, protective of his mate. and even the home you inhabited. you'd often lie on the doggy bed with simon behind you, large hand on your swollen middle and his lips at the back of your neck. but the mutt wasn't fully house trained. there had been a few times that price would be watching the football game and he could hear the whines of his beloved puppy, only to look over and see simon just pinning you down and rutting against you.

"bad dog." price grumbled as he tried to grab simon by the collar, "she's already pregnant, you animal!"

but price had to admit, you were rather cute all pregnant. if anything your floppy ears only got softer, your smile on wider. price had just wished you picked a mate of a higher caliber.

he wouldn't mind puppies, but you were of a softer breed. you shouldn't have ended up with a bully of a dog. but price had to (begrudgingly) admit, it was nice to know when he went out that there was guard dog in the house.

that didn't mean he was the biggest fan of simon.

"get off of her, simon." price rolled up the newspaper to wack the mutt hybrid, "she's got no room in her for that. she's already swimming in puppies!"

simon growled and just fucked between your thighs until he made a mess of himself. the older man looked at the hybrid and the hybrid looked back in defiance.

you on the other hand were sound asleep on the doggy bed, covered in simon's cum. even that stretch marked lined belly was too.

price was only in his late thirties, he thought he was a little young to be a grandfather figure to the rowdy puppies that you give birth to. all with your beautiful eyes but the personality and points ears of their father.

"i need another drink."

[crookedteethed]

18+ porn link

⋆ ★ reader holding rafe while he pees

Rafe would probably kill you if anyone ever found out, but its always a little past midnight; between the time of yesterday and tomorrow, you'd be sleeping while Rafe would be hovering over you with the persistent itch burning his bladder, again. 

He'll nudge you in your forearm or poke you in your cheek until you're slurring awake, crawling away from the land of dreams. 

"I have to pee." He says in an implorable tone disguised in his usual directorial one. 

He always says that 'he has to pee' or 'c'mon' and then nudges his head towards the bathroom; it's never "I need your help" Because he hates to admit that he, Rafe Cameron, needs help doing something so self-explanatory.

God, he's so needy, you think, looking at his imploring gaze that was only made visible because of the moonlight outside. 

Nonetheless, Rafe's neediness typically got your body hot purely because you were certain you were the only one who ever saw that needy side of him. 

It started as a curiosity thing for you, always being fascinated and excited by the flow of urine that spurted from dicks.

The first time you asked to hold him while he peed, you didn't think Rafe would agree, but to your dismay. 

He said he liked the company. 

That's why he always takes you to the bathroom with him (or follows you when you need to go). 

As you both get up, you don't say a word to each other, the only sound coming from the pitter-patter of your feet walking on wood floors. 

Rafe gets in the bathroom before you, standing over the open toilet lid, imploring eyes never left you since he stirred you out of your sleep. 

"Don't squeeze too hard." He reminded you as you started to untie the tie of his flannel pajama pants and put them down just enough to release his cock. 

There is when you pulled out his warm, limp, flaccid cock, your slender fingers wrapping around his length. You aimed at the center of the toilet bowl, and that's when Rafe went, letting out a long-awaited desperate sigh. 

It was always the sound that got that pit in your stomach fluttering, the thud of his piss hitting the water. 

And then there was the thrill that came from treating his dick like a water hose, feeling the rush of the water as it exited his pee hole, fuck. 

Lastly, it was the overall intimacy of holding Rafe's dick as he peed that usually got the both of you going, making Rafe's once limp, flaccid cock, now hard and filling up with blood, and your cunt dripping and leaking unto your thighs. 

It was something about your trust in one another to see each other in such foul states that brought you close to one another. 

As Rafe's flow slowly stops, you pout, wishing the thrill could last a little longer. 

You push down lightly on Rafe's pelvis, causing a little bit of his piss to trickle from his cock, but that's it. All Rafe can do is laugh. 

He takes his cock from you, shaking it off, before stuffing it back into his pants. 

"You're such a little piss whore." he says. "Wanting to see more of my piss." 

He brings you into a hug before placing his lips on yours. 

"Maybe one day, I'll get to piss inside of you." He mumbles into the kiss, causing your pussy to jump. 

Maybe one day, you think, one day. 

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

Love Language Headcanons

What I imagine the love languages of Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi (w bonus Hashirama and Madara) to be. GN!Reader, until Madara.

Warnings: lil bit of sexism from Madara (nothing new), fluff, lmk if this sucks

Masterlist💿

Iruka

Words of Affirmation

While he's giddy around lunchtime when he sees the note you left in his box, Iruka much prefers to hear the words of love come from your lips

After a long day, sharing his knowledge and wrangling children, the only thing on Iruka's mind is the sweet, little nothings you would soon be whispering against his ear as you two lay in embrace

Some nights, Iruka would even be known to fall asleep before dinner, in your arms, lulled and comforted by your tone and your words

There's something in the constant reminders of your love for him that keeps him spry, his adventurous spirit engaged

With every syllable of 'forever', Iruka can feel his heart thrum in his chest

Likewise, he will be the first to compliment every outfit, any touch of makeup, or even just your sleep-coated face in the early mornings - he wants you to hear his voice every time you look into a mirror, praising you and adoring you

Nothing will ever stop Iruka from telling you exactly how he feels in a given moment, no audience or situation too embarrassing

In fact, he adores telling you how devoted he is to you with an audience - he wants everyone to know you are completely and utterly his, and he goes weak in the knees when you return his words

Kakashi

Physical Touch

When you're sitting with him, his hand is lightly gripping your thigh, reminding you and everyone else who you came with

He finds he cannot walk without touching you, his arm needs to be over your shoulders or your arm locked into his - even when moving through a crowd, Kakashi will hold onto a bit of your clothing as to not lose you

Every night is spent completely tangled together, a jumbled mess of legs and arms, in and out of the sheets, with you practically on top of him

Even while asleep, if you roll away, Kakashi will lock his arms around your waist, pulling you close for a warm cuddle

He's always kissing you while you're within the sanctity of your shared home, and when he's not, he's rubbing his nose against yours, putting his forehead against yours, or nuzzling against your cheek

Will come to the bathroom with you, if you let him, just to sit on the edge of the tub and shoot the breeze while you pee

Never stops getting tingly and bashful when you touch him, especially in public, so aware of the declaration of together-ness that your touch brought

Kakashi cannot stand when someone else touches you, even your close friends - he's got quite the jealous edge, and you know his hands will be all over where the other person touched you, soon, vying to erase the memory of another from your skin

Itachi

Quality Time

He hasn't got a lot of spare time on his hands, but he feels like he might go insane if he doesn't spend every available second with you

The kind memories warm Itachi in the cold nights, so he is especially keen on making a million with you

Comfortable silence is common, which relaxes Itachi immensely

He wants to be with you fully every time you are together - reading is fun, but he prefers to do anything that distracts from you at, quite literally, any other time

Knowing his hours were numbered, Itachi curses the universe for letting the time spent with you slip away like sand in an hourglass

I suppose time flies when you're having fun, and he has never had such an abundance of fun as when he's by your side

Any activity is a good activity when done together, even ones that Itachi didn't particularly enjoy like laundry or mending clothes - he found he could watch paint dry with you and still enjoy himself thoroughly

Lingers heavily when it's time to say goodbye; he can't do it if he doesn't need to it

Itachi plans three months in the future at the crack of dawn - he can't help but try to optimize the length of the periods he spends with you, somehow being able to schedule entire days to be together

Hashirama

Gift-Giving

Knows exactly what you want, in what colour, in what shape, in what size - to the exact dot.

Hashirama can think of no better way of proving his love for you than proving he knows your material desires inside and out

Some way, some how, he never runs out of ideas of things to get you, and absolutely no price is too steep for something he knows you'll love

His favourite part of showering you in presents is the face of shock and sheepishness, telling you he would go to the Edge of the World if it had the only tree with the fruit you craved

Enjoys giving you things that can be used by both of you, like books, rare spices, hair products, but loves giving you things to wear

Who else can procure a silk dress, with yards of intricate embroidery? Who else can find jewels so large and sparkly? Only Hashirama, thusly marking you as his to anyone with working eyes

But truly, your favourite gifts aren't the adornments, or spices, or a massive house - the gifts that truly enraptured your heart were the handmade cards and drawings Hashirama spent hours perfecting for your eyes only

Madara

Acts of Service

While Madara rarely humoured you with a walk through the sunflower fields, he would consistently ensure that you could go through life without the slightest hint of discomfort

He'll make you a tea in the morning, bringing it to you with a gentle shake of the shoulder to wake you up - it's how you start every day, with a small smile and a steamy drink, reminded that Madara would strive to wake you like this even if the world were actively burning

Going both ways, Madara deeply enjoys it when you prepare dinner for him, and will pitch in with the dishes to show you that he was truly thankful

Women's duties are women's duties, but Madara would do anything you asked of him without hesitation within your home (in public, he'd be much more conscious, however helping you as much as he could while still saving face)

Dotes on you entirely - if you told him you wanted the sky to turn fuchsia, he would be taking to the God of the Skies in an instant

Half the time, you don't even need to ask Madara to do something for you, it'll already be done, and done so perfectly you would be left with no question as to who did it

Every thank you, to Madara, is like you asking for something else, and he will tear the world to shreds until it is just to your liking

[girliism]

70s cult leader art who picked up your friend from the grocery store on day and you haven’t seen her since.

“hello” you hear a voice you haven’t heard in months.

“oh my god? are you ok no ones seen you for months. i thought you died.”

“died?” she laughs through the phone. “i haven’t died in fact i feel more alive than ever.”

“well, where the hell have been?”

“that’s what i called you for, i want you to come visit me. it’s been so long and i missed you dearly. he even said you could spend the weekend.” he?

you don’t question it to much telling her you’ll be there. she gives you the address and says to come on friday.

you leave early in that morning, the california sun beating down on you through the window as you approach a huge house. you eagerly park your car getting out to see your friend.

“i’m so glad you came.” she pulls you in for a tight hug. “god, i missed you so much.” you hold her just a little bit longer before pulling notice something on her upper arm. “what’s this?” you stroke the mark on her arm. “looks like a tattoo but worse.” she pulls away from you. “it’s nothing. come on i’ll show you around. and don’t worry about your bags someone will grab them.”

the house was beautiful. a giant staircase and a crystal chandelier hangs in the foyer. “holy shit.” you stare in awe. your friend laughs at your reaction. “i know right wait til you see the rest of the house.”

“and this is where you’ll be sleeping here with me.” it was a huge room, lots of windows and six beds lined up next to each other. “you can have the bed on the end-” “girls.” you turn around to a man with blonde curly hair dressed in a long silk rob and tiny underwear. “art!” your friend goes up to place a kiss on his lips. oh? “art, this is my friend the one i was telling you about.” you hold you hand out for him to shake but his immediately pulls you in for a hug. “it’s so great to finally meet you. i hope you have a fun time here.” he pulls away with a big smile on his face before leaving. “isn’t he just so great.” your friend stared at the now empty door way. “anyways you should probably change out of those jeans before i show you outside. it gets terribly hot.”

dressed in a loose white dress you and your friend walk through the garden. “this is our garden all of our produce is grown here by our garden members.” they were all naked sporting the same mark on their arm as your friend. she showed you the rest of the huge property and soon it was time for dinner.

the dining room was full of talking and laughing. three long tables placed next to each other. you sat in the middle one. the room got quite when art walked in. “family, today we are joined by a new friend. i hope you all made her feel welcome.” yes is echoed throughout the room. “join hands and thank the divine for blessing us with such a beautiful harvest and such a beautiful guest.” they all joined hands thanking the divine before passing food around starting up conversations again.

art watched you the whole night. they way your lips wrapped around the fork how easy you got a long with every one. maybe you were what was missing from the house.

“you got so lucky tonight. you got to sit at his table right next to him.” you friend said to you from her bed. it was night and you and your friend were talking about the day you had. “what’s so great about this art guy.” you say. everyone here seems so obsessed with him. “he’s amazing. when he found me i was so sad and hiding it from you, but he saw that and he helped me.” you hummed. “well i’m glad you’re happier now.”

you get awoken in the middle of the night by howling and the urge to pee.

the old house creeks below you feet as you walk back from the bathroom when you hear it. moans. they were coming from a room and the door wasn’t all the way closed, so against your better judgment you looked through the crack. you saw bodies fucking in a perfect circle with art in the middle, two people going down on him. what the fuck? you accidentally push the door causing it to creek. art snaps his eye to yours making quick contact with you. you gasp moving back immediately making your way back to the room. you replay the scene in your head pushing a pillow in between your legs grinding against it softly.

the kitchen is busy that morning, people moving in and out of it. your friend spots you coming up to hug you. “good morning. how was your sleep?” “it was fine. um what’s going on here.” you pick up and apple from the fruit bowl but it’s ripped out your hand. “no eating that those are for tonight.” you ask what tonight was. “the first full moon of the summer. we’re gonna be camping outside, oh i do hope you stay for it.” “oh uh i wouldn’t want to intrude.” you say shaking your head. your friend smile drops “that’s ok. it’s been so much fun either way i do hope you come back and visit.” she shrugs going back to preparing for tonight.

you were packing your bag up getting ready to leave when someone comes in tell you art what’s to see you in his office. you make your way to his office knocking on his door. you hear a soft come in and you walk in taking a seat in front of him. “i hear you’re not gonna stay for the full moon camp out.” art says leaning back in his chair blue eyes locking with yours. you draw a breath looking away. “i just as an outsider wouldn’t want to crash you know.” art laughs getting up to take a seat on the desk in front of you holding your hands in his lap. “please, we would love to have you join us.” his thumbs stroke the back of your hands.

so you find your in another white flowy dress walking bare foot up a hill arm hooked with your friends. “i’m so happy you decided to stay you’re gonna have so much fun.” you friend smiles.

“drink this and find a spot.” you drink the mysterious drink the guy at the top of the hill. you start to fill whatever it is you drank, your muscles feel loose and the flames in front of you look as if they are waving. you see your friend encourage you to get up and dance with her so you do. jumping and twisting dancing around the fire getting lost in the night. art watches from his spot before getting up to dance too, grabbing your hand pulling you off to a more secluded area.

art pushes you to lay on the grass hovering over you pulling the strap of your dress down. you moan at how his touch shockes you. whatever you drank has you overly sensitive and needy. “i saw you watching us last night in the shadows.” your bare tits get exposed to the cold night air nipples harden. “you wanted to join just us or did you want me all to yourself.” art pulls your head that was rolling to the side smacking your cheek to get your eyes to open. “yes, i wanted you i even went back in my bed and touched myself.” you whine at the filling of art’s fingers teasing your cunt.

you were so high. your eyes glossed over and drool spilling out of your mouth that art licks ups slipping his tongue in your mouth. “want you to fuck me with your cock.” the small sober part of you was confused on why you were acting like this, but the major part of your mind felt fuzzy, and art hands holding your thighs open made you want to cum on the spot just from his touch.

art chuckled at your directness. “i can do that.” art pulls is cock out of his pants pushing it into your wet heat. “fuck.” he grunts bottoming out. the second he enters you, you feel reborn like his cock was what was missing from your life. “oh my god.” your eyes roll back. art shakes his head. “no, not god. the divine.” he smiles at you bringing one of your legs up over his shoulder and starts fucking into you.

“i thank the divine for bringing you here for bringing me such a welcoming pussy to lay my sperm.” art kisses all over your face gripping your breast hard, panting like a dog in your ear.

“art art art - oh fuck - fuck me harder.” you whine. the twigs on the ground scrap your back, and art is punching the sweet spot inside you with his dick.

art starts licking and sucking on your breast, leaving faint bite marks there. “the best fucking pussy. need you to stay with me, rule with me in my divine kingdom.” everything art’s saying and how his thumbs moves fast on your clit has you blanking. absolutely nothing is being thought. the only thing echoing up there is arts pleads of staying with him.

“i think i’m gonna come.” you dig your nail into his arm as your cum gushes down his cock. you don’t know when art cums in you but he does. the only thing you do know is how you feeling like your floating. everything around you seems so bright and vibrant. is this the divine?

you come back to reality when art kisses your lips asking if your were ok. “i’m more than ok, i’m perfect.” you breathe out. art smiles down at you. “so you’ll stay with me?” art ask taking advantage of the state you were in.

“yes, i’ll do whatever for you.” you and art lay there under the full moon.

(poor girl was tripping off shrooms thinking she’s having a religious experience 🙂‍↔️)

[fluffyomorashii]

I live across from a bar grill type restaurant so decided to walk over to have some drinks and bar food since I would be alone and something to do! It’s raining slightly but I just put on a hoodie and black leggings and jog across the street. No big deal! (|||⇁_⇁)

A little over an hour and a half passes and I’m two alcoholic drinks in (and they weren’t afraid to pack these drinks with Hella alcohol!!) I was well tipsy now and had to pee 30 mins ago, but seeing that home was literally a minute walk away I decided I’d like to pee in the comfort in my own home lol.

I pay and leave exiting the door and stop.. it’s not raining anymore it’s more like the fucking sea was falling from the sky, the wind was making it worse and so cold.. immediately all the water and the sudden cold temperature aggressively reminded me I really really had to pee.. I braced myself and put my hands in my hoodie pocket so stuff in between my legs, waiting for intense wave to pass

Once I had control I put my hood on and immediately started running across the parking lot running up to the sidewalk and immediately I’m soakedddd the rain was coming down HARD I could barely even see!! I had to stop at the sidewalk to wait for the cars to stop and it felt like my bladder was spiking filling up times 10.. I was I was shifting side to side my thighs pressed together, when finally, the red light came on, and the cars stopped.

I fucking flew across that road and passed the first house, and then there was my house right there!! Ignoring going the long way up the driveway I cut through the yard mud and water splashing everywhereee. I ran up the stairs to the small little square porch we have at our front door that thankfully had a small square roof over it. I took only a second to breathe then went right to action-

Scrambled to take off my muddy soaked shoes as I quickly reached into my pocket to yank out my keys- yanking my phone out accidentally and it fell to the ground bouncing, almost falling off the porch. I quickly cursed and crouched down to grab it, when I found myself awkwardly crossing my legs as I crouched pushing the heel of my foot into my crotch as I felt an intense pressure in my bladder.. (¬////¬)

I could tell I peed a tiny bit because I felt warm while the rest of me was cold, and that feeling didn’t help.. all the being drunk, rain splashing around me, being soaked, the cold giving me intense bladder warnings I couldn’t deal-.. I realized ..oh my God I can’t…I’m-..I’m gonna pee….

I shot back up and immediately a sudden fast pee stream noisily released, splattering quickly between my legs, mixing with the rain sound.. I was panicked by how fast the emergency to accident happened but also let out a shaky sigh as the intense bladder warnings slowly faded as my legs became warmer and warmer.

I looked up, and even though the rain was so thick I’m sure no one could see anything, I nervously turned away to face the door, and looked down watching the rapidly growing puddle slide off the porch and down the stairs.. when I was just left with a few trickles down my legs I slowly reached for my keys and unlock the door. Thankful I had black leggings and thankful the rain was so intense the Wet spot was too hard to see anyway! (っ- ‸ - ς)

[toxic3mmy]

Karl leaves some gummies that are aphrodisiacs, Quackity who passes by sees them and eats almost all of them, then the aphrodisiacs take effect and he goes home to solve his problem but you are right at his house 🤭🤭

prompt: alex eats special gummies

okayokayokay, this one was interesting to write… sorry if it’s too short!

alex was visiting a few of his friends at karl’s house. afterwards, you were supposed to meet him at his house and discuss his plans for his next big stream, as he decided that he wanted you in it.

unbeknownst to you,

alex was feeling a little bit peckish. as his friends chatted and laughed about random stuff, he asked karl,

“hey man, is it okay if i get a glass of water?”

to which karl scolded him for even asking, as alexis was obviously welcome to do practically anything at karl’s house.

and so he went to the kitchen and got a glass of water but then went to the food pantry to find what he was actually there for.

as he scoured through the pantry, he found a small bag of sour gummies. he proceeded to open the bag and frowned when he saw there was only one inside. he decided to eat it and look for any other of the same candy.

he had to dig through a few shelves when he finally found a fancy looking box full of similar heart shaped sour gummies. the front had some words in a different language. alex shrugged and ate one. then two… then a few more.

when his tummy was satisfied, he put the gummies back and returned to his friends in the next room.

after about 30 minutes or so, alex started to feel a little funny and so he decided to say goodbye and make his way home.

“oh fuck oh fuck… what the fuck is going on?” he said to himself as he paced his bathroom, hoping that he was just nauseous and needed to vomit

nothing came out… but something definitely came up.

he was hard… like rock hard.

he was as hard as he was when he ate a sex drive enhancement pill on a dare a few years back.

he needed relief from the building tension down below. he decided to go to his room and open his phone to pornhub.

he found a really pretty girl who just so happened to look similar to you.

he laid back in bed and undid his jeans, slowly taking his hard cock out. he started to rub himself, whimpering at the friction.

he bit his lip as he tried to concentrate and get off, his movements quickened to the sounds of the girl on the video.

he stopped as he realized that he wanted, no, needed more. this wasn’t enough.

a knock at his front door steered his focus away from what he was doing

shit… y/n was here

he completely forgot that you were coming over. he got himself dressed again and opened the door a sliver to see you

“hey! i brought you some coffee!” you said, holding two cups of iced coffee

“um.. actually, im not feeling well… can we rain check this for another day?” alex said, faking a cough

your face furrowed in worry

“what’s wrong? here, let me in so i can take care of you” you said

“n-no! … i mean um, im really gross right now and throwing up everywhere. i dont want to get you sick too” he said quickly

you shook your head and laughed softly, pushing the door open and moving past alex

“nonsense! i’ll make you that soup you love. it’ll fix you right up” you replied

alex was silent. you turned to look at him and saw that he had his hands obviously hiding his crotch

“do you have to pee or something? come sit down so i can get a better look at you” you gently lead him to his couch and he didn’t dare look your way at all. now you were really starting to worry

“alex? what’s wrong?” you asked and he shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes

“alex, please talk to me” you practically pleaded

“it’s so s-stupid… please don’t make me say it, it’s embarrassing” he said through sniffles

“oh lexie, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. i’m your friend, okay? i promise i won’t judge you. i just want to make sure you’re okay.” you reassured him

“fine… i was at karl’s and i got hungry. so i ate these stupid fucking gummies and they’re… they’re for… they make you horny! and i don’t even know how many i ate and this stupid god damn raging boner won’t go away!” he put his head down and cried softly from being overwhelmed

after deep thought, you pulled him up from the couch and started leading him to his bedroom

“let’s lay you down, okay?” you said and alex nodded softly

as you laid him down, he sighed and closed his eyes. this was the perfect moment.

you started by pulling off his beanie and you ruffled his hair. you then began to take his sweatpants off and he suddenly opened his eyes

“y/n? w-what—“

“shh, just let me take care of you”

his bulge was visible now. his dick was tucked underneath the waistband of his boxers with his leaking head peaking out. you crawled on top of him and helped him take off his shirt. your mouth immediately went to his neck, leaving wet open mouth kisses. you trailed down lower and attached your lips to one of his nipples.

alex whimpered and bucked his hips up at the sensation of your tongue circling around his sensitive nubs. you sucked and bit his skin, trailing down lower and lower.

as you were right underneath his bellybutton, you looked up at him as if asking for permission

“please y/n… please do something… i can’t take it anymore” he whined, tangling his fingers in your hair

you licked up his prominent shaft through his boxers and he was crying again, this time not from embarrassment but from pleasure. you laughed softly and released his member from his boxers, sliding the article of clothing off his body and onto the floor somewhere.

you took his long dick in your small hand and began to pump him at a slow pace, making sure to lick up all the precum from his tip.

“oh fuck! yes! m-more!”

“i barely did anything” you laughed, going back to running your tongue on his tip

“it’s just so good” he grunted as he bucked into your face

“get on your knees” he said suddenly and you quickly got down from the bed and onto your knees

you looked up at him as you fully engulfed him into your mouth. alex threw his head back and started to slowly find a pace in which he thrusted himself deeper into your throat

what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, your hands took care of expertly

“god—yes! y/n, you have such a pretty little dirty fucking mouth—ah!” he held your head with both hands now, forcing himself down your throat until you couldn’t breathe

your eyes were watery, causing your makeup to run, and you were gagging like crazy around his cock but you couldn’t care less, he sounded too good to stop

“stand up and bend over the bed” he growled and you did exactly that

he was behind you now, rubbing his tip between your slippery wet lips. you mewled as he rubbed against your clit with his cock, loving the feeling

“please just put it in! g-give it to me lexie, please!” now you were the one whining

as he entered your warm slick cunt, he gathered your hair in one hand and pulled your head back to reveal your neck. he kissed and sucked the skin right underneath your ear and left little dark colored bruised from sucking so hard

“bet you’ve imagined this huh? me burying my cock deep inside of you?” he asked and all you could do was moan out his name

“i’ve fantasized about exactly this. bending you over my bed, taking all of you. fuck.. you’re so fucking tight! joder, mami, you really know how to take it, don’t you?” he said as he sped his pace up, his balls smacking against your plump ass

“you feel s-so good… nghh!” you whimpered out

you were pushing yourself backwards onto his cock, meeting his thrusts

“i don’t think i— im close alex! ‘m so c-close!” you cried out, throwing your head down into the mattress to muffle your screams

“yeah baby? so soon? aw, c’mon, i know you can last longer hm, chiquita?” he purred and still sped up, giving your ass a loud smack

a few more thrusts and you came with a shout of his name. as you came down from your high, your body shuddered with complete pleasure. after catching your breath, you sunk down to your knees in front of him once again

he grabbed your chin forcefully and said in a gruff voice, “open up, sweetheart”

you did as he ordered and he laid his swollen tip on your tongue as his hand pumped himself quickly

your mouth was wide open and you were whimpering with anticipation for his cum

alex was moaning louder than before and finally, he came in short spurts on your tongue and down your chin

he caught his breath and took you to his bed. the two of you laid down, you on his chest comfortably and completely fucked out.

“are you… are you still hard, alexis?” you asked with genuine surprise

“yeah” he laughed

“round two?” you offered in an innocent voice and he laughed even more

“si mi amor, just give me a sec” and he held you tightly to his body

[apute11as]

Hurt - Alexia and Jenni x child!reader

Summary: A trip to the park before a match leads to disaster and an emotional revelation.

Warnings:⚠️swearing, injury, hospitals, shouting

Based on this request🤍

Words: 2765

P.s. Any feedback or requests is always welcome in the comments or ask box! Both are very helpful in terms of writing more fics :)

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It was a beautiful sunny day in Barcelona, you were at your favourite park with Tia Alba, Mama and Mateo’s other Mommy. You’d met up with them before the match where you’d watch Irene and Mami.

You knew Mama was now 6 months pregnant which meant that she couldn’t play football anymore. It also meant that she was less mobile and couldn’t move as quickly. There was an incident a couple of weeks ago with some pushy fans that wanted Mama’s autograph when the two of you were walking back from school. You shouted at the people like you knew Mami would if she was there, protecting your Mama and baby sibling. An older woman came to the rescue, ushering the invasive fans away and walking with the two of you for a bit.

Alexia hadn’t planned on mentioning the incident to Jenni but when you came out with an unprecedented “mean people shoved mama”, causing Jenni to flip out. After that, Alexia felt that she had to tell the story to diffuse her wife’s growing anger but in actual fact she made it worse. Jenni has become hesitant for Alexia to leave the house alone, knowing all too well how invasive the fans are of player’s private lives and more so, personal spaces.

However, she was fairly confident today that Alexia would be fine, being with her sister and Irene’s wife. Although, she would find that Alexia wasn’t the one she had to be worrying about today.

——

As the three women watched you and Mateo playing on the climbing frame, Alexia started to feel some discomfort. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a sign that she’d likely be needing to pee pretty soon.

“I’m going to go and see if I can find a bathroom, baby is making me uncomfortable” stated the blonde, attempting to hoist herself upwards which was hard due to the considerable bump she was now sporting.

“Are you okay Ale?” asked Lucia, alba was too preoccupied staring at a woman she found attractive.

“Yeah yeah fine thank you, just baby making me need to pee 24/7” chuckled Alexia.

“There’s an ice cream shop around the corner, I’ll come with you if that’s okay and we can get the kids an ice cream?” Questioned Lucia

“Yeah sure,sounds good! Albs can you watch the kids whilst we’re gone?” Alexia asked her younger sister.

“What? Oh yeah watch the kids of course” she replied, as if she’d been paying any sort of attention.

With that, the pair left in search of the ice cream shop, leaving a distracted Alba to watch over you and Mateo.

“Hola guapa” said the older brunette that Alba had been making eyes at

“Hola” replied Alba with a smile and the two began a conversation, distracting Alba further so that she failed to notice you planning to jump off the top of the tower to show off to Mateo.

——

“Look Mateo I’m the queen of the castle and you’re the dirty rascal!”

“Are you coming down now” groaned the boy

“Yes I’m gonna jump from the top!” You beamed

“That’s really high y/n what if you fall?”

“I won’t I’m a big girl!” You insisted

Then with little more warning, you lept off the high ledge of the climbing frame, falling to the floor and crumpling into a heap with a snap.

“AGHHHH” you screamed in pain.

Alba was oblivious to it all, putting the screaming down to being just children playing.

A couple of other mothers rushed in yours and Mateo’s direction on instinct after hearing the scream, being able to tell the difference between playful and pained. You lay on the floor, clutching your arm as the mother’s reached you.

“Are you ok sweetheart?” One asked

“Where’s your mommy?” Another said

“Mama gone!” You cried out

“Are you okay y/n?” Asked Mateo “shall I go get your Tia Alba?”

“want Mamaaaa!” You wailed

Mateo had ran off to tug at Alba’s skirt now and pointed in your direction to which Alba apologised to the woman and followed the little boy.

“Oh bebé are you okay?” asked alba cradling your face

“Are you her mother?” Spat a woman who looked to be in her late 30s.

“No I’m her Tia” Alba spat back “what happened?”

“She jumped and fell off the climbing frame which you would’ve noticed if you were paying any sort of attention!” shouted the woman.

“EXCUSE ME?” yelled Alba

“Tia Alba I want Mamaaaa” you cried

“Okay bebé, she’ll be on her way soon!” She assured you, turning her back to the mother she’d just argued with.

——

Alexia and Lucia had just returned from the shop, holding two ice creams. However, alexia quickly thrust the one she was holding into Lucia’s hand upon seeing Alba hunched over your small body. She ran as fast as she could to reach you.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED ALBA?” She demanded, dropping to her knees at a pace that would’ve had Jenni scolding her for her carelessness.

“She jumped and fell” said Mateo from beside you.

“Oh Bebita come here” she said cradling you into her chest.

“Alba was talking to the pretty lady over there” said Mateo, telling on the brunette.

“Oh for fucks sake Alba really?” Alexia scolded furiously. “What hurts mi amor?” Alexia turned to you.

“My arm Mama” you whimpered, cried muffled by Alexia’s body.

——

After another trip to the ice cream shop bathroom to clean you up and a lot of arguing between Alexia and Alba, the group finally made it to the game, albeit a little later than intended.

You found your seats without much fuss, in the family and friends section of course. Mama sits beside you, you stand on your seat anytime anything interesting happens. Mama tries to join your standing up when the goals go in, but is reminded of her condition when the baby harshly kicks her in the ribs.

“Ouch!” She yelped

“Okay Mama?” You asked, brow furrowed in concern.

“I’m okay mi alma, bebé is just celebrating in there too” she assured you, rubbing her bump.

——

The game ended a comfortable 3-0 win over Sevilla, with your Mami scoring two of those goals. Your arm was hurting still but you didn’t want to tell Mama because she might start shouting at Tia Alba again. Mami and the team had just started to come out of the changing rooms to thank the fans and sign some stuff, when Mapi spotted you. She bounded over to where you were sat, dragging ingrid along with her.

“Hola mi chica how are you?” She shouted over the railings as Ingrid greeted Alexia, enquiring about the baby.

“You won Mapi!!” You cheered

“Si we did, your Mami scored two goals!” she reminded you

“Hold on bebita I’ll lift you over the railings and you can go see Mapi and Ingrid okay?” Questioned Alexia.

“No Ale you shouldn’t with the baby” insisted Mapi. Alba was at the bathroom and Lucia and Mateo had already excused themselves to go and greet Irene.

“I’m pregnant not frail, I can lift my daughter over a barrier” huffed Alexia, hoisting you to meet Ingrid’a waiting arms.

“OUCH” you yelped

“What hurts Elskling?” Ingrid questioned, concern flooding her face

“My arm” you sobbed

“She fell off the playground today and hurt her arm, because Tia Alba was too busy flirting with a married woman to pay attention” ranted Alexia, causing Mapi to burst out laughing at Alba’s discrepancies, earning her a slap of warning from Ingrid.

“Oh dear bebé is your arm alright?” Asked Ingrid

“It’s ok I guess let’s go I want to see Mami!” You urged

“Are you coming too Alexia?” Asked Mapi with a furrowed brow

“Si it might take me a minute to get down though” she laughed

“You go ahead with y/n Maps, I’ll help Alexia down and we’ll follow you” assured the Norwegian.

Mapi took you off Ingrid, carefully and started a fast walk over to the team. Upon reaching them, you were greeted with smiley faces of all the girls. You spotted Mama signing a fan’s jersey and waited patiently for her to be done.

Shortly after, she noticed you stood behind her, wearing a Barça jersey with her name on it.

“Oh mi amor there you are!” She exclaimed, tuning to face you.

“Mami! I loved your goals!” You beamed

“Did you, well there was one for you and one for Mama!!” She smiles back, reaching to pick you up. As she did, you felt a shooting ache spread through your arm.

“OW MAMI STOP!” You yelled, gaining the attention of some if the girls nearby.

“What bebita what hurts?” She asked, alarmed at your sudden pain.

“My arm, it feels floppy!” You burst into tears.

“Oh bebé come here!” she urged, carefully picking you up on the other side, avoiding the arm you cradled.

Just as you’d gotten into her arms, Alexia and Ingrid caught up with you. Upon noticing your tearful expression, she picked up her pace to meet you and Jenni.

“She’s hurt her arm Ale, I don’t know what happened I just picked her up and she started crying!” Jenni stammered

“It wasn’t you, she fell at the park earlier and landed on her arm, she’s complained about it a few times now, maybe we should go get it checked out” alexia offered

“Oh no bebita” she fawned over you “Yeah we should probably go to the hospital I mean it can’t hurt surely?” Jenni agreed.

——

The three of you made a swift exit out of the building, Jenni grabbed her bags whilst you and Alexia wandered to Jenni’s car. Jenni and Alexia told the girls what had happened and where they were going, which everyone seemed to understand.

You helped Mama into the car by rushing ahead to open her door, like you’d watched Mami do countless times. Mama thanked you by kissing your head with a smile and calling you a gentlewoman. Mami returned with her bags shortly after and the three of you made your way to the hospital.

Alexia was stressing throughout the whole car journey and was making some rather vulgar comments about Alba for leaving you alone and allowing this to happen. Jenni placed a steadying hand on her thigh, reminding her that you were fine and safe in the car with them (and that your little ears were likely picking up the string of words flowing from her mouth).

When you got to the hospital, you were trembling. The building was big and everyone was walking around in white outfits. You could feel that your Mama was stressed too with the way she was gripping your hand tightly and muttering through her teeth at your Mami for taking too long parking the car.

Upon entering, you were directed to the accident and emergency unit and were told to wait in the child’s waiting room. You got some funny stares from people, likely because you and Mama were dressed in matching “Jenni hermoso” Barcelona jerseys and Mami was wearing her Barça tracksuit.

“Erm hi could me and my brother maybe have a picture with you two?” Asked a timid girl that looked to be around 7 or 8.

“Of course!” Smiled Jenni taking the phone and positioning it to snap a selfie of the four of them, whilst you played with the blocks on the floor.

“Thank you so much!!” Grinned the girl.

“No problem” replied Jenni

“y/n putellas-hermoso” voiced a nurse from a nearby room, signalling that it was your turn to go in.

The nurse was pretty, she had long ginger hair and hazel coloured eyes that reminded you of Mama. She smiled at you, constantly asking if what she was doing was okay as she poked and prodded your arm. You yelped in pain couple of times, which lead her to the decision that you needed an X-ray.

You walked hand in hand with Mama and Mami to the next waiting room outside the X-ray. Mama clutched her belly in discomfort which caused Mami to worry more than she already was. You decided that you really didn’t like hospitals.

“¿Estás bien amor?” questioned Jenni

“Si just baby kicking around in there” she half smiled, half winced.

“And you bebita are you okay?” Asked Jenni looking down at you.

“I’m scared of the x-Ray machine are you coming with me?”

“Yes of course bebé!”

Around 20 minutes passed, you were playing candy crush on Alexia’s phone, Jenni was looking through a home magazine and Alexia was biting her nails anxiously.

“Stop stressing Alé it’s bad for for the baby” urged Jenni

“Wow thanks Jenni, all my stresses are gone from you saying that!” She snapped, rolling her eyes.

“Y/n Putellas-Hermoso?”

The three of you stood up to follow the new nurse, this nurse was different. She was an older lady and she had raggedy teeth and a mean glare. You didn’t like her she was scary.

Still you followed her, clutching onto Mama’s sleeve as you did. You reached the door to the X-ray area, it looked like a dungeon, your stomach felt bubbly and your hands felt warm.

“Now, it says on my records that you’re pregnant Mrs Putellas?” the scary nurse demanded.

“Erm yes?” Alexia replied, confused.

“Well radiation exposure from x-rays can be damaging to a foetus’ development so we have to ask you to stay out here” she gestured to a set of chairs. “However y/n is under 5, we need someone to oversee her x-Ray so you’ll have to accompany her” she signalled to Jenni.

“Yes okay that’s fine” assured Jenni

“Okay I’ll just get the details from the doctor and the we can begin, I’ll be just a minute” and with that she left.

“Mama why can’t you go with me too?” You huffed in annoyance.

“Because it is bad for the baby for me to go in there pequeña” explained Alexia.

“But I’m your baby too and it’s bad for me if you stay outside!” You demanded

“Hey it’ll be okay Mami is going in with you!” Alexia assured, making concerned eye contact with Jenni.

“You promised you wouldn’t love baby more than me and you already do!” you pouted, crossing your arms.

“Oh no bebita that’s not-“ she was cut off before she could finish.

“All ready?” Asked the nurse

“Si she is” spoke Jenni

——

The X-ray showed that you had in fact, broken your arm. Mama looked stressed when you came out of the X-ray. Mami filled her in on what the doctor had said about your arm. Mama fussed over you, apologising for it happening and trying to reassure you that she loved you so much. You however, chose to ignore her and took to fiddling with the makeshift cast you’d been given.

A pained expression overtook Alexia, her eyes were tearful (the hormones making her more emotional). She looked at Jenni with a pleading expression, to which Jenni sighed and spoke to you.

“Bebita, I promise you me and Mama don��t love the baby more than you, we love you both so much! Mama only couldn’t go in the X-ray room because the special machine in there could hurt her and the baby. We don’t want Mama or baby to be hurt do we?” Jenni rambled, crouching down to your level.

You thought about it for a second. You didn’t like the idea of the new baby taking your Mama and Mami away but you didn’t want it to be hurt and you certainly didn’t want your Mama to be hurt.

“I understand Mami” you said looking at your feet. “Sorry for shouting Mama and sorry for making baby hurt” you frowned.

“It’s alright bebé but you didn’t make baby hurt what do you mean?”

“Mami says ‘stress is bad for baby’ and you stress because of me.” you sulked

“I was stressed yes but I am always going to stress y/n and baby is just fine, come here baby’s kicking” she beckoned you over, placing your small, cast-free hand on her swollen stomach.

You felt a small poke from under her skin, your mouth was agape. Jenni and Alexia shared a smile at your reaction to the kicking.

“It’s a baby brother!” You declared

“What do you mean?” Asked Jenni

“I think it’s a baby brother!” You repeated

“Well we’ll see pretty soon pequeña” laughed Jenni.

——

And sure enough, when baby was born, he was indeed a baby brother.

~~~~

Thank you for reading! My other works are found here ✨

[owls-blog]

💟Lewd Eddie Munson Headcanons💟

!!! WARNING !!! NSFW !!! WARNING !!! NSFW !!! WARNING !!! NSFW !!!

Virgin!Eddie x Slightly Older F!Reader

word count : 1898

warnings : smutty, mention of drugs, mention of peeing, mention of F! x F! kiss, just a little bit of fluff

a/n : I haven't written any kind of fanfiction for the last 10 years. Also that's the first time I wrote something so huge in english that isn't a scietific paper. So, if somethings sounds odd to you, just let me know.

!!! WARNING !!! NSFW !!! WARNING !!! NSFW !!! WARNING !!! NSFW !!!

I warned you!

The poor boy is a virgin and has never been kissed. So, at this point he's pretty messed up.

Eddie masturbates a lot, like A LOT. Every fucking day for a few times. Don't try to convince me otherwise, cause if a guy is so much into his guitar, then his balls are aching 24/7 from the amount of semen in them.

His mind is aching too, but from the amount of naughty thoughts about you. Eddie hasn’t been able to get you out of his head since the first time you two met, when you came to his spot to buy some weed. He probably wouldn't get into you in the first place, if it wasn't for your curvy ass in those tight jeans and your braless nipples in that t-shirt. You were kinda rude to him that day. You called him "kid" and had a very annoyed look on your face.

Later that same day, as Eddie thought about the interaction between him and you, he found himself horny. And the more he thought about you, the more your tough attitude combined with your big ass made him hard. In the evening he found himself so achingly hard that he couldn’t drift off. The only choice he had was simply to jerk off to his brief memories of you. And when he did, he came as fast and as hard as he had ever come before. His cum soaked his sheets and mattress so deeply that these stains are nearly impossible to remove.

A few days later, he stumbled upon you at school. You were chatting with Ms Hatcher, the young music teacher, in the hallway. At first, he thought that you were a new student, but as he was walking past you, he overheard you and Ms Hatcher were talking about the good old times at Hawkins High School. Unexpectedly even for himself, he found the fact that you were older than him really hot. He had to lock himself in the most distant bathroom stall to calm down. He thought he just needed to catch his breath. But he couldn't concentrate on anything but the thought of you taking advantage of him. His cock was throbbing painfully in his jeans. He had to find his release and he prayed that you wouldn't be there when he left the bathroom.

He never considered himself as an ass guy before meeting you. But here he's, drooling over your hips and thighs.

Every time he sees you around town, he tries not to look at you, because as soon as he sees you, he gets hard and can't stop drilling you (or maybe your ass) with his eyes. The hardest times came when you came back to the spot again after a few weeks. You were in a much better mood and your previous rudeness actually appeared to be your boldness. He was anxious trying to hide his growing erection. So, when his eyes met yours, he felt himself very embarrassed. He thought you saw him crystal clear, and it sent shivers down his spine. Luckily for him, you were just casually chit chatting and had no idea just how horny he was for you. You noticed his Hellfire club's t-shirt and mentioned how glad you were that more kids are into D&D now compared to when you were in school. Eddie was thrilled that you were into D&D too. That's probably why the two of you somehow became weed buddies and started occasionally hanging out together.

At first, Eddie finds himself more relaxed around you. He likes how easygoing and straightforward you are. You’re fine with laughing at yourself and telling stupid jokes, like fart jokes. You tease him in jest and he adores it. You make him feel himself better. You are the real buddy, THE guy. He doesn't have to pretend around you because you're okay with the shit in his head. But every time he hangs out with you, he's more into you. And he's scared as fuck that you'll find out about it eventually.

He used to think he would never feel like that about anyone, but here he's. Eddie can't help himself, that's how much he's obsessed with you. You're not simply a hot chic anymore, you're smart, fun and beautiful, and still extremely hot.

He’s kinda getting used to being hard all the time around you.

Actually, you drive him crazy as fuck. You make him do questionable things. He knew you were classmates with Ms Hatcher because you told him. He was really curious about what you looked like when you were in high school, so he sneaked into the school library to look through the yearbooks. He spent several hours there, but damn he found photos of you. He almost choked on his saliva when he saw the photo of you in a ruffled dark dress with open shoulders, your hair was long and wavy. You looked different back then, even kinda silly, but he still found you incredibly attractive. He couldn't figure out why he hadn’t paid any attention to you when you were in high school. He tried unsuccessfully to recall any past memories of you as a student at the Hawkins school, until he stumbled upon the photo of the teenage you, the teenage Ms Hatcher and your other friend together. Then he fucking remembered. Hawkins Middle School talent show, three of you were in charge of the sound equipment and were sort of the school's sound engineers. You were the older girl with the extremely annoyed face who carelessly tossed him his guitar as she set it up for his performance. That was the same face you had the first time you came to his spot to buy weed. He also vaguely remembered that you're in some kind of band. He flipped the photo over and saw the chaotic writing "straight A funk girlz". He shamefully stole your prom photo from the library and has kept it on his nightstand ever since.

After some time, he finally noticed that you have a pierced earlobe. He asked you about it, and a just few moments later he hated himself so much for that. You told him that you'd like to get a helix in your other ear and maybe even to pierce your nipples just for fun. He almost lost it when you mentioned it. That night he masturbated a few times in a row, imagining himself sucking on your pierced nipples.

Eddies has a loud mouth. He moans a lot when he touches himself. He has to turn on his stereo to cover his whimpering and groaning as he masturbates to your prom photo.

Eddie realizes he's a goner when he decides to make a mixtape of the songs he listens to when he pleases himself and thinks of you. The mixtape contains bunch of metal and, of course, some rock and funk songs that remind him of you.

Eddie is so ashamed of himself as fuck. Every time he jerks off to you, he feels an immense amount of guilt. At that moment he heavily blushes and scolds himself for falling so hard for you.

However, the real ultimate embarrassment he experienced was during one of your pot-smoking sessions. The two of you were high as hell, and you were telling him stories about your school days. Your stoned mind brought up memories of your first kiss because you found it hilarious. You told Eddie that Ms Hatcher, whom you knew as Jessie, had stolen your first kiss, and that hers had been with your other close friend Barb, and that Barb's first kiss had been with some guy from camp she attended that summer. Eddie was so high that it took him a full minute to realize that you, Ms Hatcher, and Barb, who was indeed the third girl in the photo he saw, had shared a kiss with each other. He didn't need any further details because he immediately came in his pants.

Eddie thinks about you all the time. Whatever he's doing at the moment he's thinking about you. These thoughts are dirty, like very dirty. Sometimes he gets so caught up in these thoughts that he can't think straight at all. He has already imagined you in every possible way like ever. He has imagined fucking with you in his bed at his place, while pinning you to the wall of his room, in the front and back seat of his van, at his spot in the forest, in the abandoned warehouse where he smokes weed, in the locker room at school, on the table set up for a D&D session, under the Skull Rock, in the bathroom at the Hideout.

He imagined how you’d smell and taste, what sounds you’d make under and on top of him, or how he’d be balls deep inside of you and you’d be screaming his name, just his name.

He'd like you to be his girl, to see you on your knees choking on his thick cock, but he knows in the reality he'd rather be YOUR boy. If only he could be on his knees with his tongue between your legs.

About his van, by the way. Another time the two of you got high and decided to take a drive to Lover's Lake. You asked him to stop by because you desperately needed to take a piss. Barely out of the van, you started taking your pants off halfway to the nearest bush. The intrusive thoughts about you hit Eddie again, when you got out of the van. He daydreamed about fucking you in the front seat of the van. He really hoped you would come back and simply stick your tongue deep down into his throat.

The image of you riding him until he nearly passes out is his the most favorite one. He imagined how you slowly sinking down on him and the thickness of his cock stretching you out. Eddie is the average length, but he’s a really thick boy, so taking him isn't an easy task. He would fill you full of cum because when he comes he cums a lot. His cum would drip from your cunt down the inside of your luscious thighs.

He wants to squeeze your ass, to bite your thighs, to cover your neck with hickeys, to nibble your nipples, to whisper dirty things in your ear, to devour your lips, to thrust into you deep his balls. At the same time, he wants you to kiss him as gently as possible. Like, you cup his jaw, stroke his face with your fingers, and then your plump lips land on his own and your tongue carefully begins to explore his mouth. He wants to feel your warm embrace around him and your soothing voice telling him you love him. He wants to have you around him at night, right in his bed, just him and you cuddling together as if the world around doesn't exist at all.

But you are the coolest girl in Hawkins according to him. And he is just him, Eddie The Freak Munson.

: : : : : : : EDDIE MUNSON'S MIXTAPE : : : : : : :

[ari-archives]

Habits

The Pogues were sitting down on the porch of the chateau, laughing and talking about their day. They finally got a moment of peace after the crazy day they just had. So, what better way to spend it than with each other? They were laughing at Pope’s recount of the day as he was standing and waving his hands around exasperatedly when he winced a little bit, lifting his arms.

“Woah, you good?” John B asked, worry laced in his tone. Everyone is a bit more alert in case Pope was injured and hadn’t told anyone.

“Oh yeah, yeah.” Pope dismissed with a wave of his hands. He went and sat down with the rest of the crew, who were watching him closely, asking for an explanation. “I just made y/n laugh too many times today, I think.”

Everyone understood. Well, almost everyone. Each and everyone started laughing to themselves as they have been a victim of this habit of yours.

“Yeah, you need to be careful around that girl when she thinks something is funny,” Kie added, now holding her shoulder, remembering the last time she and y/n had a laugh. “I think I still have the bruise she gave me last time because we were laughing so hard when JJ ate shit trying to jump over a fence.”

“Okay, there was no need to bring that up,” JJ grumbled, with everyone chuckling at the memory.

“That girl is small but has so much force in her. It’s unnatural.” John B added.

You see, after being friends with you for so many years, the Pogues have noticed quite a few of your habits. Your most infamous one is that you tend to hit or shove the person closest to you whenever you laugh. Most of the time, there’s no real damage. But occasionally, a Pogue might find themselves on the floor after getting pushed too far out or with a small bruise after someone almost made you pee your pants from making a good joke. No one has a problem with it. They know there’s no ill intent to your actions and find it cute, actually.

“I think everyone here can relate to Pope right now, " Sarah said, shaking her head with a smile. Everyone else nodded, agreeing with her—all except one.

Throughout this conversation, JJ tried to think if he had ever been on the opposite end of your habit. Nothing was coming up. He doesn’t know why, but he didn’t like it.

Okay, that was a lie.

JJ has been trying to hide it for a while now, but for the past few weeks, he has found himself looking at you longer than a friend should, being more protective of you than a friend should be if someone else comes too close, and even searching for you first whenever he walks into a room. For the past few weeks, he has been feeling something in the pit of his stomach whenever he hears you laugh or sees you smile, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. So, when his friends are discussing a collective experience with you that doesn’t involve him, he doesn’t like it. He even hates it.

JJ looks around before spotting you sitting at the end of the dock, leaning your back against a pillar, writing in your journal. That’s also another habit of yours that’s becoming more frequent. You write in your journal every time you can.

JJ excused himself from his friends and started to make his way to you. Everyone looked at each other in an unspoken conversation. What JJ doesn’t know is that as much as he has noticed his growing feelings for you, the others have noticed as well. Now and then, they’ll catch a stray glance here and a lingering touch there. Sarah and Kie played the idea of JJ having feelings for you once before just to see how you would react, but it was dismissed as soon as it was brought up. You had dismissed it fast. Too fast, Kie had thought. John B and Kie caught each other’s eye and couldn’t help but smile at one another. Both the best friends were happy that JJ was finally allowing himself to feel the love he deserved. JJ has always gotten the short end of the stick when it came to life, and both of them knew it. It was about damn time happiness came knocking at his door. All he has to do now is open it.

Immersed in your writing, you couldn’t help but be a little startled when you heard footsteps behind you. You smiled as JJ appeared in front of the blinding sun.

“Is that my pretty boy JJ Maybank?” You gasped, feigning a surprise, your nickname for him falling out of your lips. The sight made JJ’s heart almost leap out of his chest. He tried not to dwell on the fact that you called him your pretty boy, even though he liked that thought. He liked it a lot.

“When is that nickname gonna get discontinued?” JJ asked, pretending to hate it. Truth is, he doesn’t think he can hate anything you call him. He sat down across from you, leaning against the other pillar, stretching out his legs in front of him.

“You’re just way too pretty not to be reminded.” You pouted, earning a laugh from JJ.

“yeah... yeah.” JJ dismissed. “What are you doing out here being a loner?” He changes the subject quickly, hoping you don’t notice how more and more nervous he’s getting.

“Journaling.” You answered, holding up your journal to him.

“You’re always on that thing,” JJ said pointedly.

“Gotta keep the memories alive," you shrugged, answering him. JJ knew you would say that. That was your answer every time someone mentioned your journal. He loves it. It just shows that you love your time with everyone else as much as he does.

“Can I read it?” JJ asked, already knowing the answer. It’s always a no, but he asks it every time in case you suddenly give him a yes.

“Absolutely not.” You quickly answered, playfully squinting at him.

Yup. Called it. JJ had thought to himself.

“I don’t even know why you ask when you know what the answer is going to be.” You pointedly told JJ.

If you ask JJ, he’ll just say that he wanted to get to know your innermost thoughts. But if you ask him on a deeper level, he’ll say he wants to know you like no one has ever known you. He wants to see the world you never let anyone see. He selfishly wants something from you for himself. Reserved only for him and him only. But that’s only if you ask him.      

“You gotta say yes at some point.” JJ found himself saying. You gave a short laugh in response.

“Not a chance.” You poked your tongue at him and went back to your writing. JJ can’t help but keep his eyes locked on you. The sight seems like it’s from a movie. The sun hits your skin just right, creating this unbelievable glow around you, and the wind shifts your hair perfectly around your face, highlighting your features in the best way possible. He takes you in, studying you so you’ll be forever engraved in his mind, never to forget you. He couldn’t if he tried if he was being honest with himself.

“It’s becoming a habit now,” JJ said, still looking at you.

“I guess so.” You mindlessly said, not fully paying attention to him.

“Speaking of habits,” JJ started, remembering what he went here for in the first place.   “We were just talking about a violent habit of yours.” He finished with a teasing tone laced in his voice.

You stopped writing and looked up at JJ, confused, cocking your head to the side. “Violent habit?”

“You tend to hit or shove the person next to you if someone makes you laugh.” He barely had time to finish his explanation before you started to defend yourself.

“Oh my god, you guys are dramatic!” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes while making JJ laugh at the same time. “It’s a love tap at best. If you guys are weak, just say that. But don’t go blaming the innocent.” You finished, pointing at yourself. That made JJ laugh even more.

“The innocent?!” JJ cackled. “Everyone else back there would have to disagree with you.” He said, doubling over with laughter.

“Whatever. You guys suck.” You mumbled to yourself. “I never heard you complain.” You said towards him.

“Can’t complain about something that never happened to me,” JJ answered, shrugging.

“What do you mean?” You asked, confusion laced in your voice.

“I’ve never been a victim of that habit of yours.” He said truthfully. “Whenever you laugh around me, you always hit the closest thing that’s to you, but never me.” JJ sees you burrow your eyebrows. The gears in your mind turning to see if what JJ said was true.

“No way.” You concluded, shaking your head in the process. “I do it to everyone.”

“False,” JJ pointed. “Think about it.” He said this as a challenge to the girl in front of him.

You did. You thought back to the many times you had laughed with JJ and had laughed with the others. You remembered receiving playful complaints from the four other Pogues but never from JJ.

Well, shit. You thought. JJ was right.

“Huh.” You realized. “I guess I don’t.”

“See, I told you,” JJ said, scrunching his face at you playfully.

“I… guess I just make it a point not to.” You told him, although it seemed like you were telling yourself as well. JJ nodded to himself, looking down. He paused for a moment. He feels like he knows where this is going, but he doesn’t know if he’s ready for it.

“Why?” He finally asks, looking up at you. He’s scared. He’s scared of what your answer is going to be. He takes a shaky breath, waiting.

“I don’t know...” You started to think. “Because...” You stopped yourself, slowly realizing why you have been alienating JJ from your habit. You hadn’t meant to do it. You kind of just… did it subconsciously.

You slowly looked at JJ in the eyes, scared of how he’s going to react to the truth. The truth you just found out yourself. You know he hates it when people treat him differently because of it. Hates it when people look at him with pity when they find out about him. It wasn’t you treating him differently, though. And it definitely wasn’t pity. You just don’t know how to explain that to him correctly.

“Because of my dad?” He finished for you. The look he’s giving you breaks your heart.

“Yes.” You said, getting in front of the truth. JJ gave you a small smile, appreciating your honesty. You had always been honest with him. Always. Even when the truth would hurt him. That’s one of the things he loves about you. JJ stopped in thought.

Love. Holy shit. JJ realized. He loves you.

JJ focused back on you and saw a hint of panic in your eyes. You were looking down at your hands now, fidgeting with them. He needed to say something so you don’t start freaking out.

“I wouldn’t…” JJ started, trying to find his words. “I wouldn’t think anything of it if you did. I don’t think about it that way with the others, and I wouldn’t think about it that way with you. Especially you.”

You looked up at him. You didn’t want to read too much into the last thing he said, even though your heart jumped when he said it.

This isn’t about you. You thought. This is about JJ.

“I know you wouldn’t.” You responded, not being able to look at him in the eyes. “It’s just that…” You stopped yourself again, carefully trying to find the right words.

“I get enough hits from my dad, and you don’t want to add anymore?” JJ asked. You snapped your head at him. You found that he was smiling, trying to make a joke out of it. Your eyes started to sting.

“That’s not funny.” You told him softly but seriously. You could feel the tears pooling in your eyes, and JJ could see it, too. His smile quickly dropped from his face. He didn’t want to make you cry. That was the last thing he wanted from this conversation.

“Hey,” JJ scooted closer to you, taking your hands in his. “It’s okay. It was a joke.” He tried to comfort you, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, never breaking eye contact with you.

“No, JJ, it’s not.” A stray tear falls down your cheek. JJ’s hand came up, patting the tear away with his fingers, careful not to ruin your makeup. The action makes you smile on the inside. Your heart is growing more and more bigger for him than you care to admit. Even when you’re talking about JJ’s pain, he still makes it a priority to comfort you. Because that’s JJ. That’s your pretty boy. You take his hand from your face and hold it before you continue to speak.

“I, more than anything, want to fix your situation.” You say, taking a deep breath. “But I can’t.” You closed your eyes for a moment before continuing. “So, when there’s a way for me to provide you comfort or even a safe place for you so you don’t have to feel what you feel when you’re with your dad, even if it’s temporary, I will do that for you. Because that’s the only way I can protect you.”

JJ blinked. Barely recognizing the words that just came out of your mouth. No one has ever thought that far to protect JJ before. I mean, yeah, the Pogues know about his situation, and they take care of him. He’s grateful for them. But it’s always been after the fact. It’s always been after he’s had a run-in with his dad that they take care of him. And there’s no problem with that; it’s just the reality of it. But you, you’re actively trying to protect him. You made it a point to be careful with your habit around him because you don’t want to unintentionally cause him more pain.

“-and I know it’s not enough. I know that.” You continued, returning him from his thoughts. Realizing what you just said, he was quick to interrupt you.

“Hey…” He said, grabbing your face with both of his hands, forcing you to look at him so there was no room for interpretation. “It’s enough. It’s more than enough.” You both just sat there, looking at each other. An unspoken understanding between you two.

JJ started to rub his thumb across your cheekbones, soothing your never-ending nerves. His eyes flicked towards your lips, causing you to take a slight short breath. You don’t know who leaned in first. But it didn’t matter once you felt his lips on yours. It was like a ray of light bursting through a cover of dark clouds. Never has anything felt more right to you than this. How could you not have realized this sooner? How could you have missed all the things JJ made you feel? He made you feel safe and protected. He made you feel seen and understood. He made you feel like you were on top of the world. JJ made you feel electric. And you’re mad at yourself for wasting so much time when everything you’ve ever wanted and needed had been right in front of you the whole time.

You’re an idiot. You thought to yourself.

Risks have always been a part of JJ’s life. It was second nature to him to take risks. He wasn’t scared of them. If anything, it fueled him. But he has never been more scared to take a risk in his life than right now, at this moment. He realized as soon as he put his lips on yours, everything was going to change. Was he ready for the aftermath? Were you? What if you didn’t feel the same? What if he made a mistake and ruined your friendship? What if he loses you? Oh god, he doesn’t even want to think about that. He can’t lose you. He won’t survive it.

Still occupied with his thoughts, he barely realizes that you started to kiss him back. And just like that, all the anxiety that was building around his heart washed away. Relief flooded all over his body, and that gave him the confidence to pull you closer and kiss you deeper, savoring the moment.

The new couple pulled away as they heard their best friends all cheering for them in the background. They’ve been feeling the tension for weeks and have grown impatient as to when either one of you would finally make a move. You and JJ started laughing, leaning your foreheads against one another, not entirely ready to let go of each other just yet.

“Safe to say our friends are okay with us breaking the no Pogue-on-Pogue mackin’ rule,” JJ says, smiling down at his new girlfriend.

Girlfriend. He thought. Y/n is my girlfriend. His smile grew bigger at the realization.

“You were never one for the rules anyway.” You say, rolling your eyes, laughing at him.

“I am who I am, baby.” He couldn’t help himself and went in for another kiss. It was short-lived, though, as he got interrupted again by John B. There had been many, many times when he wanted to punch John B in the throat, but this one takes the cake.

“Come on, you two! Quit mackin’ and eat dinner with us!” John B yelled from his porch.

“Can’t even do that because you keep interrupting!” JJ yelled back. All he got back was two middle fingers from John B, causing you to laugh.

Although JJ wanted to continue what they started, he relented and stood up, holding his hand out to help you do the same. You grabbed his hand, but not before remembering to grab your journal as he pulled you up. JJ leads you up the dock towards the chateau, holding your hand tightly in his. But right before you two were about to enter, he stopped you and made you face him.

“What is it?” You asked him.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” JJ stated. You cocked your head to the side, confused. “I didn’t get a chance to earlier.”

“For what?”

“For thinking of me enough to be mindful of your habit around me. Even though it wasn’t necessary, and I wouldn’t have thought any different if you didn’t.” JJ smiled at you. “No one has ever been that considerate of me before.”

You took your hand and pulled JJ down from the back of his neck to your lips. It was deep and short but just enough to get the message through. You have me, and you will always have me.

The two pulled back and headed inside towards their friends, who they call family, excited to start their new adventure with each other.

[senawashere]

Hi could I request something fluffy for Bradley? Maybe he comes home after a bit too many beers at the Hard Deck and is super needy just needs a bit of affection🤭 please take your time, and no rush! You can go wherever you want with this:)

We're on this together...(Chapter VII)

Summary: Cat is out of the bag.

A/n: It took a lot,sorry.. And thank you @promisingyounglady for thus request,i changed it a bit,hope you will like it!!!

Warnings: Infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf.Use of alcohol,arguing,use of bad languange. Not so angsty anymore🥹

September 11 2022

If there was one thing Bradley wanted, it was to spend the rest of his life with you.

If there was one thing Bradley definitely wanted, it was to have a family with you.

You wished he was more creative, more romantic, but when your period was late and you started feeling queasy about food, you took a pregnancy test and burst into tears when you saw the result.

You had been trying for this for years and you were exhausted.

Mental breakdowns, crying sessions, crises, fights, negative tests, negative doctor visits and more, it hurt a lot for years.

But one day everything changed.

That test that you were used to seeing as negative came back positive that day.

You were pregnant.

You wished you could create something to share the news with Bradley, but he came running to your screams, his eyebrows pinched together in distress and he ran into the bathroom with a frantic "Baby?!"

You were jumping, holding the test with tears streaming down your face, "We're going to be parents! Bradley, we're going to be parents!"

"What?!" Bradley screamed, his vision instantly blurring as he gasped for air and gasped for air, and he stood up to ground himself from the overwhelming emotions and pulled you to his chest, giving you a bone-crushing hug.

Another thing you'll remember forever.

°•°•°•

Of course you were smart enough to wait nine months, but you didn't expect Bradley to be so protective of you the moment he found out you were pregnant.

"Why are you using the kettle, baby? There's hot water in there."

"Oh no, honey, you're not taking Duke to the park by yourself."

"Don't sleep too close to the side, baby, come here, into my arms."

"What are you doing?! Hell no, you're not even going near the vacuum cleaner."

You could barely breathe as Bradley watched you, his body ready to interfere with you.

God forbid, because right now your baby is lying in your womb sipping on damn cocktails in your bladder.

“What happened? What happened?” Bradley woke up frantically, his sleepy eyes wide and his hair a mess as he leaned towards you.

“Baby, I’m just gonna pee.” you chuckled quietly.

He rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed, muttering, “Okay, let’s go.”

You sat down on the bed, looking at him in shock as he yawned and waited for you.

“Bradley, I’m seriously just gonna pee,” you said, before pointing to the bathroom, “Right there.”

Your husband’s arrogance made him look at you in confusion, “Yeah, I know. Come on then, let’s go and pee.”

You stood up, “I’m not gonna pee while you’re staring at me like a hawk.”

“Okay, I won’t look then.”

“Roo!”

“Whaaaat?” He shrugged at you as he dragged you to the bathroom, looking at you, “I just want to protect you and our baby.”

“I think that’s great, but baby,” you sighed, “Go back to bed and let me pee on my own, okay?”

He wasn’t sure, his eyebrows furrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest in displeasure as he watched you step closer to him, wearing your fluffy slippers.

“Relax, cranky,” you teased, before pressing a kiss to his cheek and heading into the bathroom.

Brad, being Brad, sat on the bed, his eyes glued to the closed door, mentally prepared to rush you if you did so little as whimper.

But minutes later, you washed your hands, yawned, and rubbed your eyes before jumping on your waiting husband.

You shook your head and let out a laugh of disbelief, “I can’t believe you.”

Worse, Bradley wasn’t the only one constantly freaking out and protecting you from the world’s many terrible dangers, and more specifically, TV remotes, vacuum cleaners, and everything else that was going on around him.

But so was Duke.

The little—now big—pup was definitely his dad’s best friend, because Duke’s body had grown and he would be right next to you whenever a family member or friend got too close. If you were all sitting on the couch, Duke’s paw was always on your belly next to Bradley’s hand.

It was enough to make you wonder if Duke was even human.

Bradley shared the news with the squad when you were almost 3 months pregnant:

"She's over there!"

His voice was drowned out by the clinking of glasses and the heavy bass of the rock song playing through the crappy speakers in the corner of the room, but it was still unmistakable. His "greeting" was followed by shouts and howls from the rest of the group, many of whom raised their glasses in honor of your (late) arrival.

"My hot wife!"

Bradley, despite his drunkenness, smiled widely and greeted you protectively, as he had for the last few weeks – this time he removed your coat and purse, along with any bags or extra weight he had hanging on brass hooks underneath.

You scanned the bar table and his facial expression for any signs of displeasure or concern.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when he started "dad mode," his tendencies to go into overdrive, but it definitely started that rainy and cold Tuesday night in your shared bathroom as you sat leaning against the wall of the tub with three positive pregnancy tests.

“I wish you would stop calling me that, Brad,” you sneered as he helped you free your arms from your jacket. "One day you'll make a scene."

The drunk man chuckled.

"What can i say,baby?."

You nodded and rolled your eyes at his antics as you turned your attention towards to your soon to be husband and the man of the hour, intending to pull him in for quick hug and a kiss.

“Y/n!”

Despite the loud noise of the bar, you heard a familiar voice. You turned back to see Jake coming towards you both. Approaching Bradley first.

"Hello, birthday boy," Jake's voice was soft against the drunken slur that was beginning to take over Bradley.

"It's not nice of you to be late for my party,"

“Well sometimes traffic can be a pain in the ass,you know that. But here are my two favorite people standing together. Come give me a hug” he slurred, pulling both in rather roughly for a bone-crushing hug.

You managed to squeeze out a giggle between Jake's bone-crushing hug.

You saw Bradley stiffen out of the corner of his eye, as if saying, "Jeez calm down, dude. She's pregnant, for God's sake," or letting the interaction continue.

He knew he wasn't allowed to do the first one because you both agreed to wait until all your friends and family gathered at the same time to tell them the great news, so Bradley let Jake hug you. You hugged extra tight despite his unrealistic, dramatic concerns that he would crush his fragile body or somehow harm the baby. When he released you from his grasp, he made sure to send Jake a reassuring smile.

Your greeting to Penny and Natasha was short and sweet, both opting to kiss you on the cheek.

“Let me see it one more time,” Natasha’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper, over the chatter of the bar.

You felt the heat creep up your cheeks as she took your hand in hers to examine the ring on your fourth finger.

The ring was thin and gold, studded with a single, elegant but large diamond in the center.

“It's beautiful,” she whispered, marveling at the way the jewel floated even in the dim, tungsten glow of the bar.

You mumbled a quiet “thank you” before leading back to the other side of the table. You turned to where Bradley was waiting for you with his arms outstretched, a shit-eating grin on his face.

You caught the wind of tequila on his breath as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

You tasted it too, kissing his lips quickly and - oh my god, had he gained weight too? Or was he getting more bulkier? But he looked like a whole damn meal like this too.

"So okay?You did worry me when you said you were going to be late,are you okay now?" Bradley's question was asked in a low voice so only he could hear.

Bradley had been celebrating all day with Jake, Natasha, Javy, Mickey,Bob,Maverick and Penny so this was the first time he saw you since you kissed him and sent him off to work this morning.

You nodded and smiled, but your face made Bradley believe otherwise.

"I felt nauseous when I got home from the office. It took me a little longer to get out the door," he shrugged, implying that it wasn't a big deal but that he didn't feel 100 percent ready to party either.

“Baby,” Bradley half-scolded you, feeling a good portion of his hum leave his body when Y/N said she wasn’t feeling well. Clinging on you like a koala because of the alcohol in his veins.

"Why didn't you tell me you were not feeling good? I would come home and sit with you."

“I wasn't going to ask you to interrupt your best friend's birthday dinner just because I was vomiting for the umpteenth time this week,” you said sternly, making it clear that you were fine.

"I'm fine. I promise."

Bradley's jaw softened at your sentence, the muscles in his torso relaxing from their tense positions.

"Oh! Will you two stop whispering and get drunk with me?!" Jake shouted across the table, bursting the bubble that had temporarily surrounded the couple as both whispered about their sweet little secret they were dying to tell everyone.

“You,” Jake pointed a finger at Y/N’s head. “Don’t be shy. Now,” he pointed at the bartender who was making drinks at the opposite end of their table.

Both you and Bradley chuckled nervously, not sure how to handle the fact that you couldn’t drink without airing dirty laundry.

“I think I need to eat some food before I do that. Why don’t you get some for Bradley,” You grabbed Bradley’s shoulder and pushed him forward, praying that it would be enough to entertain the drunk boy.

“Fine,” Jake glared.

“That’ll make it hard for you to keep up later, though!”

He grabbed Bradley by the bicep and pushed through the crowd to get him liquor, which he was so eager for.

Your conversations with Penny were light, mostly about what they had done today and the bet they had made that Bradley would need to have a ride for the night.

You successfully dodged Natasha’s questions about how the fertility and planning were going,how the doctor was and was it helping your sex life.

“We are trying hard,it is going good,” you replied with a nervous chuckle, the truth being that you were pregnant right now.

It felt like ages before the two of them – Jake and Bradley– returned.

You had chosen the fries and were sipping on the ginger ale Bradley had bought you before Jake came, but you were interrupted when Bradley and Jake returned to the table.

He was drunk.

Quite drunk.

More than tipsy.

Damn he wasn’t even seeing straight anymore.

And you knew it because his body was even warmer and his eyes looked even hazier than before he left.

You definitely imagined them having more than one shot at the bar, but you didn’t have much time to think about it before you felt his arms wrap around your waist and rest on your hips. You returned his touch, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your head on his chest.

“I love you,” Bradley murmured into the soft spot between your jaw and ear, then his hands slid under your shirt to rest on your lower belly.

“I love you too,” you said again.

You could feel him smiling against your skin as he cradled the barely-there baby bump beneath your oversized sweater.

Bradley was the only one who saw you regularly enough to notice the small changes your body was going through. To everyone else, you still looked like plain old Y/N.

“We like you more but if you don’t stop fooling me in the middle of this bar,” You began, speaking light-heartedly and quietly into your ear, “Everyone will know and you won’t understand. You have to be quiet in order to have that announcement party you’ve been planning for weeks.”

Bradley sighed, knowing you were right, and loosened his grip on your stomach, choosing to at least throw an arm over your shoulder to keep you close.

“I know what you’re up to,” Jake and Natasha looked at the two from across the table.

This caught the attention of not only Jake and Natasha, but also Bob,Maverick and Penny. Everyone turned to look at Jake, anticipating what he was going to say next.

“So what’s going on here, Y/n?” Jake asked flirtatiously.

A frown formed on Btadley’s face, his arms quickly pulled up to his chest as he huffed.

“You’re trying to get out of here and leave us alone on your birthday.”

“I guess I’m not even here then. I guess I am just your fantasy then,” Bradley said, rolling his eyes.

“We’re not trying to leave you, man. I promise,” you stuck your pinky out on the table as a gesture of sincerity.

“Besides.” Jake’s drunken chatter was starting to sound rather childish now, and it was getting more and more entertaining by the second.

“We don’t do that, Bangman,” Bradley Replied.

“Liars. Both of you.”Jake threw a bunch of straw wrappers in Bradley’s direction, which bounced off Bradley’s chest and landed near his feet.

They were both heavily intoxicated now, and you didn’t want a fight between them.

“Where could we possibly go, hmm?” Bradley scoffed, resting his chin on the knuckles of his free hand that was resting on the table. "What better thing could we possibly plan than spending time with you on my birthday dinner?"

They watched as Jake fought his remaining sobriety for an answer, but he eventually gave in to his drunkenness and said, "I don't know. You're probably going to fuck each other or something.”

The table burst out laughing and you hid your face in Bradley’s chest because you were embarrassed.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Penny said before taking a long sip of her cocktail.

“Look. We’re in agreement.” Jake tried her best to sound serious in his drunken stupor.

“Prove to me that you won’t leave me at here and have another shot,” Jake said like a 5-year-old.

“Dude why the fuck they would leave you here at his own party dinner?” Bob asked but Bradley cut him off. “Fine,” Bradley shrugged. “Let’s go back to the bar then.”

Bradley started to pull Jake towards him but was stopped abruptly.

“No,” Jake said quickly.

“Y/n too. If you both drink, you can’t go home and leave me,” he said proudly, as if it was the smartest idea he could come up with.

“Hangman, maybe she doesn’t want to drink with y-” Bob was cut once again.

“Oh my god Bob stop, she loves drinking!” Jake absurdly said.

He couldn’t even form proper sentences and he wouldn’t listen to anything you said or Bradley or Bob.

You just knew that Jake was sloppy drunk and acting like an idiot like he always did, but you couldn’t help but feel your palms start to sweat.

You couldn’t tell Jake the real reason you couldn’t have drinks with the group tonight, so you quickly tried to come up with another excuse since you’d been stuffing your belly with fries since he’d given you your last one.

But there was no need to think any further when Bradley was helping you with his.

“She can’t do that, man. Now, come on. Let’s get some more tequila. Looks like Nat,Javy and Mickey needs some more too, hmm?”

You pinched your nose in annoyance. He was doing his best to keep this all under wraps, but Jake was making it extremely difficult.

“Who are you? Her guardian? Are you telling her what she can and can’t do?” he shouted.

“No, you fucking nun. She can’t drink because you can’t drink when you’re pregn-”

Damn it.

Bradley covered his mouth before he could finish his sentence, but it was too late. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking when he said it. To be completely honest, he wasn’t even sure if he was thinking.

He silently prayed that neither Jake nor the others would hear him, but when they all looked between him and you with wide eyes, he knew immediately that it wasn’t true.

“Y/N, are you pregnant?” Maverick was the first to speak.

You felt stuck in place, only able to stare at Bradley with a very fast beating heart and an open mouth.

“I, um, I – yeah?” It came out more as a question due to your state of shock.

“I’m so sorry baby,” Bradley cried, turning to you to comfort you.

He was writhing with fear that you were angry with him, but it was mostly the alcohol that made him think that way.

“You have a baby?” Jake’s voice was unusually low compared to how loud he had been shouting earlier.

“Yes. It will be.” You were laughing nervously as you spoke. “I’m sorry Bradley ruined the surprise. We wanted to throw a big party and tell everyone at the same time, but I think the cat’s out of the bag for you.”

You rubbed the palm of your hand over Bradley’s back, silently assuring him that you weren’t mad at him. But the others were in a completely different world.

Jake didn’t say anything, just moved from his position next to Bob to get between You and Brad.

He looked at you both with an expression that resembled both anger and confusion, which only increased your discomfort.

In a split second, he wrapped his arms around both of you and hugged both of you tightly.

“Wow! This is the best news i heard today. Uncle Jake…What the fuck?! This is amazing!!

Now he was wandering around, smiling from ear to ear as he ran to Mickey and Javy, who had lost their minds again, to pull them into a group hug on her own chairs instead of on yours and Bradleys.

Both your eyes locked on each other in the middle of the group of friends and they were forced to be a part of his sandwich.

A smile and a knowing look exchanged between you, and despite not coming out in the most fashionable way, you knew that your precious little nugget would be surrounded by people who loved them very much. Everybody took their time to hug both of you and congratulate you.

By the end of the night, Jake leaned over his knees and placed his icy hands on your belly.

"Hi, I'm Jake, I love you..." He began to kiss her belly in a drunken voice.

"Fuck off Jake, that's enough." You burst out laughing as Bradley shouted from behind you.

"Okay.”

And that's how your pregnancy was revealed…

Few weeks later…

For a few days, it was Bradley and Duke’s normal protectiveness that you had gotten used to, but it wasn’t until Bradley’s mother invited you to a family gathering that Bradley reached a new level.

“Go join the others, okay?” You told him, “I’ll be fine here with your relatives,” and despite not being sure, he did as you asked, but looked at you often to make sure you were okay.

When someone is pregnant, that’s the talk of any sit-down.

“You’re glowing!” Many of Bradley’s family members fawned over your belly and your pregnancy, “Did you find out the sex of the baby?” one woman asked. You said you didn’t because you wanted to know when the baby was born.

All of this was fine.

But.

A lot of hands were constantly touching your belly.

You knew it was good intentions, but you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with every hand touching your belly—hands from people you weren’t that familiar with.

Every time someone touched your belly, you tried to take a discreet step back, trying to put your hands on your belly before they did, but it was no use.

Bradley knew you like the back of his hand.

So, in a failed attempt to hide your discomfort, he immediately tried to save you as you stood with a forced smile on your face with 6 of his relatives.

“Hi,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist before placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

“What if you’re not the father!” A woman joked happily, “We were just giving Y/N tips for the first month when the baby came,” she said before leaning forward to caress your belly, “I think it’s a baby girl.”

You frowned at the touch, taking a slight step back as you also moved closer to Bradley. He understood, wrapping his other arm around your waist, his relative pulling his hand away reflexively,

“Anyway, I’ll be so happy. Can you give us one minute please?” He asked them with a gentle smile before taking your hand in his and letting you both go to a quieter place.

You sighed in relief, caressing your little belly.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked softly, his hands covering your face, “What’s wrong, honey?”

“I just-” You sighed again, feeling overwhelmed with emotions that would make you cry.

“Hey, hey,” Bradley’s mood changed instantly, his eyebrows furrowed as he hugged you, pulling you closer to his chest, “I’m right here, I’m right here.”

“I just,” your husky voice said before you pulled away slightly but still leaned into him, “Everyone keeps touching my belly. Like, all these hands and all these people and some of them are like, some of them are just rubbing it or something or holding it there for a long time so they can feel the baby kick and it just makes me so uncomfortable.”

Bradley nodded as you spoke, looking into your eyes as he began, “You have every right to be uncomfortable, baby, I’m so sorry,” he said softly, “How about we go home, yeah? We can just go.”

“But your mom-”

He shook his head, “My mom will understand, I promise. I care about your comfort more than anything else,” he said. “Let’s go, okay?”

“Okay,” you sniffled.

“Yeah?” He smiled softly and leaned down to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. “I love you, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you too,” you replied, before sighing, wrapping your arms around him. “And my back really hurts.”

“We’ll go home,” he said as he began to rub your back. “And I’ll massage you until you fall asleep, how does that sound?”

“Heavenly.”

He murmured, “How about I call my mom so you can say goodbye? You don’t have to say goodbye to everyone, I don’t want more people touching you.”

“You mean like I don’t know,” you shrugged, “Isn’t it a bit rude?”

“Fuck it,” Bradley replied instantly, “I can’t risk making you feel any more uncomfortable because someone might think it’s rude.”

And he kept his promise. Bradley called his mom so you could sneak off alone and say goodbye to the relatives.

And then he kept his promise once more because as soon as you got home he was buzzing around like a busy bee, making sure you were happy and comfortable before massaging your back.

“Mmh i love you so so so much,baby”

“Love you too honey.”

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part 03 | pucker up, buttercup

chapter summary:

[ The line of friendship dances in uncertain waters when you and Aemond play the fake dating game a little too well. Helaena reveals much more than meets the eye to Aegon, and vice versa. Oh, and Alys. Hi Alys! ]

[ 5,399 ] [ series masterlist ] | best friend's brother!aemond targaryen x f!reader, ft. cregan stark x f!reader & aemond targaryen x alys rivers,

contains— mostly fluff, a wee bit angsty, a little smutty - profanity, i swear a lot sorry too shhshs - no use of y/n - no gods, no kings, no betas.

a/n— thank you so much for the love this little fic is getting so far!! it truly warms my heart that you people enjoy my twisty, crackpot humour and my version of a modern au for these characters!! as much as i am grateful for george for making these characters and these stories, i have to say what propelled me to write is the beautiful community i found. truly, from the bottom of my heart. ❥ fandom is built on community. i would not have had the courage to start writing fanfiction again if not for ya'll. so thank you so much. for the consumers and the creators. you, us, are the beating heart of fandom. please take care of each other. + comment, reblog & like at will, mwa ♡

"Please tell me I haven't inhaled so much drugs in my system that I am hallucinating our— and I say this with a lot love, okay you know what? No. Our Nasty Little Bitch of A Grudge Holder we call, lovingly, a brother, is not dating the hottest friend you have? Hel? The hottest friend you told me if I ever came anywhere near, you'd rip me a new asshole? How is Aemond's asshole still intact?? Or does our brother just have a gaping fun-house slide down there? Hello? Hellooo, pay attention to meee. This is so rude, why didn't I call Daeron?"

"Because Daeron knows nothing and I know everything?" Hel snorts, finishing up re-naming Aemond's contact from CURRENT DUMB BRO to NASTY LITTLE BITCH OF A GRUDGE HOLDER, before turning to Aegon on her laptop.

Like she predicted, Aegon is already pouting, leaning back on what Helaena remembers is their grandfather's rum-coloured leather office chair. In his office. In Oldtown.

After a quick stint in Ibiza, it seems Helaena's brother had found himself back in the country, and worse— back in their grandfather's office. Without him in it.

"Grandpa's going to kill you." Helaena snorts. "How'd you even get inside his house?"

"This is not the first time I have been faced with a locked door, baby sister."

"You broke a window didn't you?"

"I really, really had to piss."

She rolls her eyes. Hard. "You are a boy. You can literally just pee anywhere."

Aegon flutters a gasp and a hand over his chest. "Excuse me? I may have a penis, but that does not mean I have to be uncouth. For shame, Helaena. Also disgusting. But that's not why I called." He steeples his fingers as he leans forward, pressing his elbows against the nice mahogany desk. "What the fuck is happening over there? I'll be there by tomorrow and I'd like to know what the fuck is happening before I start—" he wiggles his eyebrows salaciously, " — shaking things up."

A dark look crosses Helaena's usually amiable pretty face that has Aegon leaning back. "If you do anything— and I mean anything — to ruin what I have going on, Mother may help you for I certainly won't. The Stranger will look like an old friend, Egg, don't you fucking dare."

"What the fuck," Aegon exhales, wide-eyed and horrified. "Have you been watching M. Night Shyamalan movies again?"

"No," she lies. "I'm doing this for my OTP."

 "Oh my god, you're the one who roped them together?" Aegon strangles a sigh. "Lae-lae, we've talked about this. No matter how much you think they're cute, Aemond—"

"— Aemond and Alys broke up."

"Then they'll be together again before the weekend's out." Aegon rolls his eyes. "It's Aemond."

"Not like this." Hel shakes her head. "I got her to agree, Egg. And they're like... Gods, the pictures don't do them justice. They're magnetic. They make plans at the apartment, Aemond is there all the time— my OTP is happening."

"You are playing god between two people you care about."

"What else am I supposed to do?! They're obviously so hot for each other, and now that Alys is out of the picture, and she's there, right in front of him, Egg, you should see how it is between them. The energy. It's crackling. They have inside jokes, they're so comfortable with each other, and I will have the most beautiful nephew and niece—"

"—Helaena Targaryen," Aegon admonishes with finality. Hel quiets. Often times, the siblings forget Aegon is quintessentially the oldest sibling. They had never been close to their father's actual firstborn— the age gap is wide and there's just... too much complicated family fissures in between that it feels awkward, even when they're relationship is okay, to interact or consider Rhaenyra anything past a cousin you see every other holiday because you have to, much less now that their father's dead — so Aegon is their big brother.

And though they see it in bits, in flung comet pieces that you see preciously once every few hundred years— the vibe of big brother grasps the edges and reminds the younger siblings.

Sure, he's a dick. Sure, he's a whore. Sure, he's their mother's least and most favourite headache— but Aegon is their big brother.

"You cannot play puppeteer like this. This can blow up in their faces. And they care for each other. Their friends. If this blows up in their faces, it is going to hurt."

"I know that," Helaena says quietly, pout pinched but face mostly cleared. "You don't think I don't know?"

"I think you've already outweighed your chances and your choosing a possibility."

Helaena looks truly scolded at that point, and it juts a guilt down Aegon's stomach. But Aegon likes you. Maybe not like in the way that his brother likes you— in that intense, possessive way he gets with people and things he care about because there are so few of them — but he likes you. And he loves Aemond on a bad day, and likes him on a good one.

And Aegon knows, as a superior power about crashing and burning, that this is going to hurt both of you in ways that he truly doesn't think Helaena understands.

Because he isn't blind (as his brother) (bad joke?) (probably) to what he sees in Aemond's gaze when it looks at you. Sure it's possessive, sure it's the same way he looks at most people he keeps close to his heart.

But he was the one who saw how Aemond looked at you before Alys came into the picture. Before it morphed into nothing but platonic; morphed close to how he looks at Helaena. In that soft, I'm So Glad This Person Exists I Would Kill Literally Everyone For Them.

Aegon always thought he looked at you like he wanted to devour you. Etch you into his skin until your shape is in red marks across white plane. He looked at you like I Would Kill Myself If You Asked.

It was the possibility of devotion dipped in insanity. Aemond had so few things, much less people, who so vocally, physically, and emotionally cared for him without addendums.

The only real reason he never did anything before was because you were Helaena's best friend. Helaena loved you. And he couldn't destroy that alongside the fact that you might leave his side.

And then Alys happened and that focal point moved.

Aegon knew his brother. Not as intensely, and maybe that's the reason he could see it. To see clearly past the intensity and recognise its edges. Aegon knew his brother in his marrow.

"When this crashes and burns—"

"If!" Helaena quips stubbornly. "If it crashes and burns. Come home. You'll see, Egg. Aemond just needs to see."

"And what if she doesn't reciprocate, Lae-lae? She's not hard to love, and this is Aemond." Even Helaena knows his feelings, once taken root in whatever form, can blossom.

Helaena smiles softly. "Come home. You'll see. I can see it. I've seen it. The possibility of them, and it's so pretty, Egg."

It's really not all that pretty, fake dating.

Maybe it could be, but Aemond Targaryen is such an ass.

"This is not like The Devil Wears Prada fashion montage," you grumble, pinching off the big, 60s, yellow sunglasses off your nose to glare pointedly at the man sat on lounge chair. "All the zippers and tugging— this is not as pretty! And I look ridiculous! I don't wear dresses like these, Aemy!"

"You don't look ridiculous, you look like my girlfriend." He makes his emphasis with an inch raised eyebrow and pouty lips twitching not to laugh. "That's the point, is it not?"

You make a drawl huff. It's not just that his words were right— that's what the past hour has been, roaming around all these big named fashion brands where the staff just knows Aemond Targaryen, if not just by him sauntering in with all the swagger of an asshole you'd walk the other side of the street to ignore, then by the flash of his black card (or three, 'cause what the fuck is money to Targaryens holy shit) — but the way he's sitting as he appraises every look he's chosen for you.

He's lax, as could be in his usually perfect posture, with his hips in the middle, and one leg braced down whilst the other is raised to his other thigh. A confident man's sitting position, with an arm over the length of the sofa, balancing a champagne a trying-to-suppress-her-giddiness staff gave him.

At your disapproved glare— down on your nose at him because you're standing over him, lording over him, as he's sitting down — and he's smirking up at you. As if the power dynamics don't shift by whoever is looming over the other.

Aemond doesn't need to stand to make you feel all fluttery with a smirk and a strong gaze against your body. His eyes gaze from the bottom of your heeled toes, slow, slow, slow, until it reached the top of your head.

Surely you've only imagined his gaze lingering on certain parts of you that now felt hot and tingly.

Surely.

"Plus," he continues with a hum. A sip of champagne. "Isn't this your idea?"

"Yes, but—"

"Didn't you tell me that I should prepare the kind of outfits that Aemond Targaryen's girlfriend would wear—"

 "Yes, but I—"

He leans forward, taking pleasure in arguing with you, as he settles his elbows on his knees, pressing both of his feet flat on the tile. He's looking up, still, but his eyes are intense and the corner of his mouth is twitching from a grin he's trying to fight.

"And even when I told you that didn't matter, that whatever you wore would be fine, you insisted?"

"Because I thought it'd be fun!" you growl and he falls in faint, amused laughter. His eye is sparkling and there's a joy to him that makes you giddy. You truly have missed Aemond as you know him. "Because I wanted a fun dress-up montage, but nothing about this is fun! Why are you choosing so many goddamned zippers, and they're all so fucking tight?"

You plop beside him, stealing his champagne. Staff look away, trying not to ogle too much between you two. As you take sips of his drink, his hand, still over the sofa's arm, begin drawing idle circles on your exposed shoulders. It warms you and calms you down, melting further in the seat beside him.

"I liked the dresses," he finally murmurs. "The ones before this. The flowy fabric ones."

"Those are summer dresses," you say though don't know why.

"Hm," he hums. "You look pretty in them."

You look up at him and he's looking at you, a small smile on his face. The proximity is too near to be proper but not near enough if you're fake dating. You study his silver lashes and the scarred flesh.

"Thanks."

"We'll get them. Is that alright with you?"

You snort softly. "You're paying, Aemy. You can do whatever you want. Can't believe this is how your dates with Alys usually went."

Hatching plans meant unloading information about his former relationship with her. Going through their relationship so you could understand it better, better proportioned the good and the bad, and secretly, make him see the red flags that should jump out in clear, plastic red.

"Not at first." He's looking away now, but his finger is still drawing circles. There's a wistful tone to his voice, like seeing through a dream and a memory. "But when it got... bad, it seemed like the only time we weren't fighting was when we were in public. Almost subconsciously, whenever things got tensed, I'd offer to take us out. Do anything outside of our bubble. Money isn't an issue, and before Alys said she felt like a... cheap whore than a girlfriend, buying things for her, spending time looking through things to wear, to match almost, was safe."

"Gift Giving," you mutter with a nod. He turns.

"What was that?"

"A love language." He cocks his head. You sigh. "I mean it's stupid and not really theoretically accurate, but for fun, there's five types of love languages. People do this test thing and sort of box up the kind of love language you want to receive and what you give— but truly, in my opinion, a true kind of love demands all five for it to work."

He hums, intrigued. "And what are the five?"

"Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Physical Touch, Acts of Service, Gift Giving. But, you know, all of those should be given by a partner, in increments they can do for you. There shouldn't be a boxed fixture of what your relationship could be."

You shrug, standing up and stretching. You don't see him looking at you in the way that he has been for the past few days, and he doesn't know the tingles and feelings you keep between a smile and a sigh.

"Love looks different for everyone but it should have the same concept."

"And what concept is that?"

You turn to him, smiling. "That if you truly love someone, you can try anything. Love doesn't demand things that you do for the simple reason that you love the person enough."

"Love can be complicated," he says, and he's not arguing, not really. He isn't begging for you to understand. He is simply saying.

"Love can," you agree. "As most things are complicated. But it doesn't have to hurt."

It's a boundary line, the way he blinks, remembering why you're here together, why he gets to touch you in intimate ways, why he gets to pay for clothes, why you spend this time with him. A jolt. A shock.

You don't press and he doesn't retreat. The line exists not just to remind, but to stabilise any projections. Any dangerous tones.

You simply smile, nodding at the time. "Dinner date, babycakes. We can't be late for reservations."

"We can be late for a few minutes," he says, remembering echoes of how Alys sometimes got late. It isn't really her fault; there are days when she's too busy at the law firm, too busy with a meeting or two, or still finishing up her makeup because she doesn't like going to dinner in her work clothes.

"Sure, but we're here together and I know how much you hate being late." You snort.

"I don't hate it."

"Sure, but you got that eye twitch you do when you're annoyed," you tease, tapping your own eye before you wink at him and skip away.

For the past few days since the bar incident, by your suggestion, you and Aemond had pour out the intricacies of how Aemond and Alys' relationship worked whilst hiding your true intention of making him see its faults and corners, and at the same time, continue on with the charade of dating him.

It's been a packed week or so, going to your shifts at the bar, meeting with Cregan once and a while (boy had been busy, and he found the entire thing with Aemond incredibly hilarious).

You answered no question mark in regards on who the hand was, only sent a winky face or a kiss blowing emoji. You continue to post minute representations of your no-longer-single status in brief intervals, making sure that you never name him. You never publicly give him a recognisable body.

But for those that knew, knew.

It really wasn't that hard. There were only so much pale, toned hands, so much body builds you can hide with your hand covering his general face that you can hide without people making smart guesses. There wasn't a lot of pale, toned people around you after all.

But in your refusal to name him, the question continues, and so does Alys silent observation of every post. The only story she had liked had been the very first one.

You often wonder what she thinks, before your mind is devoured once again with everything else.

To be fair, as often as you had both been seeing each other lately— and it has been the most often you have been seeing of him — there were still things outside of Aemond and Helaena plans. And Aemond still had UNI to focus on.

"You know, I often forget you're still in university," you say now, comfortably warm in Aemond's car. All fresh leather seat and crisp new car smell despite knowing that Aemond's had this unit now for at least a year. He maybe rich, but he knew what he liked and took care of them.

He shoots you a quizzical look before looking back at the road. The city is bathed in a gorgeous stream of oranges and pinks, tie-dying glass buildings and bustle of city roads. When you look at him, you smile softly at how pretty the light hits him.

"Why is that? Do I look that young?"

"Your vibe is so old man on a nine to three, cigar breaks by four, and whiskey sours by seven pm."

He makes a disgruntled sound at the back of his throat. You laugh. "I would like to think it's my altruistic classicism. A timeless endeavour."

"Sure, old man," you tease then sigh. "Reality is, I'm so much older than you. I'm hanging out with a child. On my free day. Is this what it means to reach low status?"

"I am not a child." His reply is sharp, cutting, almost offended.

"You're in college."

"And of legal age? You're only four years older."

"Oh, right."

"What?"

You smirk at his dark look. "You like 'em way older."

His face, much like his gaze, heats up. You're imaging it when the ride turns red, the car slows to a stop, and he is looking at your lips. Surely it was, because you got transfixed with the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips. A slow, tantalising movement.

It feels like an eternity stretched within three seconds. The light turns green and both of you turn away.

Well, there's been that. A few times. But it doesn't mean anything. Aemond is in that transition of trying to rid himself of bad habits, of being freshly single once again, and you know he and Alys get in on frequently. This had been a conversation a few days back, on a couch, smell of grease and pizza around the room while Murder She Wrote played in the background.

"Wait, wait, wait." You sat up, folding your legs underneath your butt, and giving Aemond your full attention with a little 'o' in your mouth.

"Wait!" Helaena calls playfully from her sway to the bathroom. "Imma pee!"

"Take care, my beloved!" you call back, before turning to Aemond with a big, Cheshire grin.

"Can we not dwell on it?" He's flustered but is trying not to show it, looking back to the TV as if he understood why there's a body on the plane.

But wine has been had, spilled and shared, and it's enough for you to grab that fluster and the topic, and smirked.

"No, no, we will talk about it. We shall! We must! Do you mean to tell me that by the end of it, most of the time, you two were just boning? Is Aemy, one of my favourite people in the world, a Valyrian Sex God?? Oh my god??"

"I am not a Valyrian Sex God."

"Okay, girly pop, please." You raised a hand in a 'talk to the hand' motion and he was smiling at you, entranced and frustrated. "Women talk, Aemy!"

There was a flush and Helaena came back. Wine did things to Helaena, and she was stumbling and giggling as she flopped behind you, turning around and encasing you in a koala hug.

"Women talk, baby bro." Helaena nodded sagely. "Even I try not to listen, they talk, alas."

"And Alys has said those hips—"  You pointed a j'accuse finger at his hips, then his mouth. "—and that tongue has done things that can make the Maiden blush."

Helaena groaned behind you're back, a slew of 'ew's escaping her mouth. And you were still being playful, teasing, but Aemond was looking at you, though scarlet, with a deepened expression.

And at that moment, both of you were thinking the same thing.

His chin brushing your thighs, your sighs like music to his ears, and his tongue making you scream.

Warmth pooled, twin expressions share a gaze. Hunger, desire, shame.

The connection was destroyed when Helaena abruptly jolted and fell down the carpet. Because she was holding onto you, you got pulled with her.

"Are you okay??" Aemond asked.

Hel gasped. "I thought I saw Bobby. I think I squished Bobby."

You shook your head. "You didn't. Bobby is spry. Bobby knows to move away."

Aemond's confused face peered down at both of you. "Who's Bobby?"

"The local spider that lives here."

"Of course." And he smiled.

You smiled back.

Helaena giggled beside you but when you ask her, she only shook her head.

And the silence that lulls in the car is like both of you reaching the very same memory and having to sit through the stifle of that drunken interaction about his sex life. He coughs, you let out a breathy giggle.

"I should admit something," he says, parking the car in front of the restaurant. Dusk is settling, sunset in bright red and orange turning to a cool blue and pretty lavender— and when you turn to him after getting out of the car, coddling your jacket close to your body, he looks nervy. Apologetic, almost.

"What? What'd you do?"

He bites his bottom lip. "I know something about this restaurant."

"I would assume. You chose it." Your eyes narrow, giving the black-out floor to ceiling windows a look. The Painted Table is lit up in a scrawled font on top of it.

You step inside, not bothering to turn to his call of your name, and is submerged by the restaurant's vibe. It's a darkened place with meaningful lighting but a casual air, a bar on the side, and an upbeat jazzy music dancing in the air — it looks good. The place smelled delicious.

Nothing about it sparked familiarity to you, but the anticipation from that look of guilt on his face brought you to a high-strung, so when he calls your name again, just behind you, you turn.

"Is this where you had your first date with Alys?"

He shakes his head. "No. No, but—"

"Aemond?"

The voice is familiar, and you don't stop enough to think before you're turning to the low, clear voice that's just a hint of husky, and Alys' green eyes go wide at your appearance.

She's dressed nice, dressed to go out in a black dress dipping low and fabric tangled around her body to show off her curves. Her inky hair was swept to one side and her mouth was bloodred.

Alys Rivers, owner of Aemond's firsts. The woman he seemingly can't let go off.

You smile. It feels fake. "Oh. Hi Alys."

Her shock staves off into a genuine smile that makes you guilty. "Hi, my love. I see you two are together. Always attached at the hip. Dinner?"

Before you nod— or maybe strangle Aemond — he comes forward, taking your hand in the process and lacing it. He's looking at her as if he's setting a challenge when Alys' eyes fall on your intertwined hands.

"Yes," he says. "We are."

"Well... that's good. This place is great. I—" Someone calls her name, she turns back. You shoot Aemond a withering glare you hope conveys how much you're going to beat his ass after this. She turns back, smiling still. There's a pinch between her eyes but it's gone by the third blink. "Well, I have to go. I'll see you both soon, okay?" She turns to you, stepping forward, not minding the Targaryen beside you. "Especially you. We haven't hung out in a while."

"That's true, I've missed you, you crazy witch." And she laughs and you smile, because you genuinely consider Alys to be one of your friends. Not maybe as deeply as Helaena's, or as close, but Alys was an amazing person and you enjoy her company.

Plus, right now the one you're angry about it solely the man holding your hand.

Alys turns to Aemond, and he stiffens. Between them is a complicated look. So many things unsaid, before her smirk softens. "It's nice to see you too, Aemond."

And she turns away, walking back to her table, to her date, when you tug him with you to the bar. As you order a dry martini, he speaks. Calm and soft.

"You're mad at me."

"You knew she was going to be here." You turn to him, arching an eyebrow, hating the way your chest pangs. "You stalked her and brought us here because you wanted to use me."

He shifts, face crumples at the word 'use' and calls your name in a plead. "It's not like that."

You snort, taking a sip of your drink when it arrives. "Don't lie."

"Okay. Yes, I did. I... I made an impulsive decision because I wanted to see how she could go on a date as if we were nothing." Bitterness cripples his words, the smirk on his lips is ironic and darkened in hurt. Your heart hurts for him, but you can't give him a pass just like that. He hurt you too.

"You could've told me."

He raises an eyebrow. "You would be okay with this?"

Your own smile is ironic and darkened by hurt. "You're already using me, Aemy. That was the deal I agreed, for Hel. It would at least lick the wound to have been in the know, and not, you know, got shot in the face with it."

At the first part of your tirade, he looked like he wanted to argue with the using part, but the realisation weighs him because it is true. To him, he is using you. And it's a cheap shot on your part because you were also doing this for him, out of your own free will.

You sigh when he turns away, guilt dipping low.

"You're such a dumbass."

He hums in agreement.

You're aware of a gaze from the tables, somewhere in the ocean of jazz music and chatter, Alys is looking, and you kinda wanna make this good for him. You were already here after all.

Your hand reaches his jaw, sliding across his neck until you reach his nape and fingers tangle with the baby hairs there. His hair had been wrapped into a bun. Sleek and fluffy.

He turns to you, to your touch, in shock. "What are you—"

"Try not to look so surprised," you whisper, stepping close to him until your noses are bumping. "We're supposed to be dating."

And then you slant your mouth against his.

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Pushies

Sara could feel the sweat forming on her brow, sticking to her forehead like rain in April. When her boyfriend caught her browsing ABDL porn on her computer while laying in their bed. She didn't realize it was already time for him to be arriving home from work. She was initially grateful that he didn't immediately dump her. He started by asking her tones of questions about every little detail, what she liked about them what her deepest fantasies were and then the embarrassing question.

"So do you use them?" He asked her, Sara's face was hot enough to cook a pizza off it.

"Yes, I use them" she responded her voice hardly higher than a whisper.

"Like, for everything or just pee?" He asked looking her in the eyes, causing her to look down at the bed tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

"For everything"

With that he got up and left the room saying that he needed time to think. It wasn't until much later that he came back, when he did he didn't say another word about what he had seen. They spent the next couple of days getting back into the swing of things. That was until Sara came home one day to him being home super early from work. He stood at the kitchen island with a massive Amazon box.

"What's that honey?" Sara asked not paying it much mind while she took her shoes off and put her purse in the closet.

"You know what it is, from now on things are going to change around here" He said pulling out pack after lack of diapers. Sara could only gulp at this, her panties growing wet at the site. Before she could say anything he walked over took her hand and lead her to the bedroom. The first diaper took him a little bit to get right but she knew he was probably going to be a pro at it soon enough based on the side of the box.

That was three weeks ago, now here she was. It began when she felt the need to go, she didn't like shitting herself so early in the morning, daddy often made her beg him for a change for hours before he finally changed her, but occasionally if he wasn't feeling up to it he would let her use the potty. She searched around the house for him until she found him in the bathroom taking a shit.

"Daddy I need to go poop, can I please use the potty after you?" She pleaded making her best puppy dog eyes.

"Now baby what did I tell you to call it?"

"Daddy can I make pushies in the potty?" She asked bitting her limp trying to look as cute as possible.

"hmm no, your going to make pushies right there and if your well behaved I'll change you shortly after." Sara sat there and quickly contemplated her options in the end she gave up and squatted down, pushing as hard as she could.

Once she was done she looked up hoping he would change her but that's when he finished up and walked her over the the living room, and right as he did she heard their doorbell ring.

"Oh that must be Rachel, I invited her over to see how he best friend is doing. Stay right here baby and once I get back with your friend you can show her the potty dance you have been practicing with daddy." The moment he said that Sara couldn't handle it anymore she fell back on her diapered ass smearing her shit all over herself and broke down into tears bawling like the baby she now was.

[faghubby]

No secrets

"I am serious, he begged me to fuck his ass" I heard My wife Alice tell her friend Jill. Although she was trying to be quiet. As I walked into the kitchen. They both fell silent as I walked in. Jill smiled unable to hide the fact that she knew I had over heard them by my red face and inability to look at them.

"Did you, did you like being fucked in the ass?" Jill asked giggling as she looked me in the eyes.

"He did" Alice smiled knowing I would enjoy being exposed. "Didn't you sweety?" Alice stood behind me running her hands across my ass. "Tell Jill how much you love your ass toyed with" Alice cooed.

I couldn't speak. But Alice continued to tease me.

"Alice he has a nice big toy he likes to fucked with its much bigger then his little pee pee" Alice laughed. I was ready to cum in my shorts. And wanted to cry. Jill looked on with amusement. I couldn't hold back and came in my pants. A wet spot appeared in the front of my shorts.

"Naughty boi" Alice scolded me. "Go get cleaned up" Alice to

me. then leaned in and whispered. "Maybe a pair of my panties would fit" she kissed me on the cheek. I scurried off. We had never discussed crossdressing. But I was intrigued by the idea. I found a pair of pink satin panties in her drawer and put them on they where tight but I loved the softness. Alice walked in dropped her pants I watched as she strapped on her toy.

"Did you like me telling Jill?" She asked she sat on the hard backed chair in the corner of our room. "Come sit on my lap. And ride my big cock, slut" Alice told me. I walked over to her she had me remove my shirt and pulled my panties to the side. She lubed my ass as I lowered myself onto her cock. I moaned and stared to fuck myself. Taking a bit more every time I came down.

"Tell me you are a slut, a fucking homo slut" Alice said biting my ear.

"I am a slut, I love your cock in my ass" I told her.

"Homos like their ass fucked. You mist be a Homo" Alice told me she scratched my chest and bit and sucked my neck.

"I am a homo" I moaned.

"I know baby" Alice laughed. I came again this time all over her stomach.

She held me in place, all 8 inches buried inside me. She scooped up my cum on two fingers. And bought it to my mouth.

"Homos eat cum" she told me. She pushed her fingers into my mouth.

"Such a faggot" Alice smiled and kissed me. She let me up and then stripped the rest of the way.

"Come fuck me" she pulled me into bed. But having cum twice in such a short time I couldn't get hard. "Well use your tounge then" Alice scolded. I made her cum then she held me close cuddling I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke Alice was not there. I found a pink lace thong Alice had left for me with a note.

"Went out for a drink, put these on" it read. I cleaned up and did just that. I then texted Alice to see when she would be home.

"Don't worry about that girlie boi, I am out with some friends." She replied. "Wouldn't you love it if you where smooth like a real girl" she sent then went silent.

It was very late when she came home. She was drunk. Someone had dropped her off.

She pulled me close and whispered in my ear.

"I am a cheating whore" she told me grasping my rock hard cock. I wanted to push her away. Yell, scream. But instead I just stood there in her panties shivering with excitement.

"OH god" I moaned. She pushed me to my knees and lifted her skirt her panties where soaked with another man's cum. She pulled my face into her. Rubbing my nose in his cum. She peeled her panties off. Still holding me close. She pushed my head into her crotch again.

I licked and sucked his cum from her as she stood with her legs spread moaning. Not until she was sure I had cleaned up every drop did she push me away. She stood me up and led me to the bedroom.

"I think you should wear this" Alice told me pulling out a satin nightie. It was very tight on me.

"You haven't said a word" she giggled. But as I went to she put her finger to my lips to silence me. "You didn't shave" she commented looking disappointed. She stripped and slept naked spooning me. She ran her hands all over my satin nightie as she told me how she was so excited to have had a real man afrer years. I was rock hard the whole time. She drifted off to sleep. I was so excited I couldn't sleep. So I reached down and started to jerk off. But just as I started Alice stirred.

"No, baby stop that. That's not how girlie boi play with themselves" Alice told me pushing my hand away.

"Tommarrow I will take you shopping for you're very on vibrator" she told me tucking my still throbbing cock into her panties. She pulled the back to the side. She grabbed some lube off her night stand and rubbed it against my whole. Her fingers slipped in easily after fucking it this afternoon.

She then curled me up lifting my legs. She guided my own hand to play with my ass.

"That's it deep, finger your pussy. She encouraged me to work more fingers in. I had four fingers working my ass after 30 minutes the front of my panties where soaked in my own cum as it was milked out of me.

"God you are such a slut" Alice told me trying to work even more of my hand into my ass. I was done and wanted to stop bit Alice kept pushing me to go further. "You should of told me how much of a faggot you are before we got married" Alice told me. Finally letting me stop and go get cleaned up.

As I came back to bed Alice said. "I expect you are going to love your new role around here" as she kissed me on the forehead and held me as we drifted off to sleep.

[lilbitdepressed27]

Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re accused of being ghostface

Warnings: angst lots and lots of angst

WC: 6.8k

Authors note: to the anon who requested I got a little carried away but I hope you like it :)

*This will be connected to another fic*

You're accused of being ghostface

You were in your dorm room with your girlfriend resting on your chest. The semester had been somewhat tough on the both of you. It was only October, and you still had a month and half till Christmas break. Which you really looking forward to. It was your favorite time of year. And you had already started your Christmas shopping. Tara's gift had been the first one you bought. It was already hidden on the top of your closet where she couldn't reach.

You looked down at the girl in your arms. Her face had been relieved of any stress. You smiled and brought her closer to you. She subconsciously buried her faces in between your neck and shoulder. One of her arms coming up and resting on your shoulder.

Deciding not to wake her up, you reached over to your night stand. Grabbing your ps5 controller and turning it on hoping you wouldn't wake her. Smiling victoriously you played some Call of Duty. Playing with your on line friends until it was time for your to wake up Tara. But since it was Friday a day you not Tara had classes you decided to let her sleep in.

You didn't have to wait long till Tara woke up. Her face buried further into your neck. The volume of the tv was all the way down, to not disturb her. Her hold on you getting just a tad bit tighter. You set the control down and wrapped your arms around her tighter.

"Good morning beautiful." You whispered, you felt her smile and lightly kissing your neck. Your fingers traced circles on her bare back, you felt her smile. It was nice and peaceful until you heard the monster of her stomach growl. You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips.

"Come on lets got tame that monster." You barely dodged the swing of her hand as you stood up. Chuckling at the blush on her checks.

"Shut up."

*

That morning was filled with laughter. Sam had even joined and ate the pancakes you made. Now you and Tara laid on the couch watching tv until she shot up.

"Oh I almost forgot we got invited to a party tonight!"

"Uh Tara Sam said to stay in."

"Come on babe please."

Knowing she had you wrapped around her finger. You agreed. That's how you found yourself in a party. You did not want to be in. You had lost sight of Tara. A little while ago. You had wanted to stay at home and watch movies like you had planned. Sam had agreed with that plan. Since Woodsboro she had become so paranoid and cautious. Which you did not blame her for. But Tara had begged you to come here. She had used that pleading face on you and you were a sucker for her so you agreed. When you saw her with getting drinks. You walked towards her.

“Hey there you are.” She beamed up at you pecking you on the chin.

“So when can we leave?” Mumbled into her ear. You had moved behind her wrapping your arms around her waist. She leaned back into your chest and looked up at you.

“In a little while. Have some fun. Dance with me.”

“I actually have to pee.”

You whispered to in her ear. She giggled and pushed away.

“Go then. I’ll be with Mindy and Anika.”

You had gone to the bathroom but when you saw how long the line was for the bathroom downstairs you headed up the stairs. You were only gone for a little while. When you had gone back down stairs a guy you've seen only a number of times was on the floor holding his junk. You saw Mindy and Anika hustling out the front door.

You looked around and hurriedly followed after them when you didn't see your little pirate around.

*

"Where the hell were you?" Mindy whispered to you as Sam and Tara argued.

"I was in the bathroom. The line downstairs was way too long so I went upstairs. What the hell happened?"

"Some guy tried to take a drunk Tara up stairs. Sam came in time and tazed his ass in the balls." Mindy laughed her eyes shinning with aw. Mindy had always looked up to Sam but now. She was her fucking idol.

"What?!" You stood up straighter looking back at the frat house. Anika grabbed your hand before you could go back to the house.

"Have you've even gone to go see the counselor once?"

You finally tuned in on what the sisters were arguing about. You had also gone to go see a counselor. Not the same one but one your parents had forced you to see.

"No and I'm not going to."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm uninterested in living in the past like you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Babe come on." You moved toward her to take her hand but she continued.

"It means I'm not going to let what happened to us for three days defend the rest of my life."

"So you're just going to pretend it never happened?"

You wanted Tara to stop, cause you knew she was intoxicated. She was saying things that you knew she'd regret. You saw the way Sam shoulders fell the more Tara spoke. Th way Sam's eyes started to fill with unshed tears.

"I'm just trying to look out for you."

You took another step toward at hearing the softness and hurt in Sam's voice. Lightly taking Tara's hand in yours. You watched as tara took a deep breath and tried to relax.

"I know. I know you are but you can't do it for the rest of my life though. You have to let me go." You gently squeezed her hand. You felt her return the squeeze. The moment was ruined by another by stander.

"Hey!"

Your eyes narrowed in anger as you watched a random girl throw her drink at Sam.

"Murderer!"

You moved quickly. Tara tried to hold you back but you were faster. Sam had pushed the girl who threw her the drink. The girl accused Sam of murder and called her names. You weren't one to let it slide. You had thrown a mean right hook sending the girl to the floor.

"Say that again bitch. I dare you. Say it again." You moved forward but was stopped by Chad and Sam. Tara moved in front of you trying to calm you down. You had always been protective of your family. Especially after woodsboro.

*

You sat on the couch rubbing the soreness of your knuckle. Everyone had made it safely to the apartment. Tara came back into the living room and took her spot on your lap. Taking your right hand and putting the ice pack on it.

"Thanks babe." You smiled up at her and she returned the smile leaning down giving you a small peck on the lips. The arm not being in Tara's hold, snacked it's way around her waist and held her close to your chest.

The smile on your face washed away as you looked at the tv. Everyone freezing at what they were seeing and hearing. Sam and Danny had just walked into the room.

You watched a the reporter spoke of the murders. One of victims being the same guy that had greeted you and Tara as you made your way to the party. You didn't really know the guys or the professor but no one deserves to go that way. Your eyes widen a bit when the reporter announced that there were ghost face costumes.

You knew you weren't the only one who felt the panic. Sam went into a panic as well as she moved with a purpose. To get away from New York as fast as she can. You could only watch as Tara jumped off your lap and tried to stop her sister from panicking. Trying not to let her sister jump to conclusions.

"You knew him Tara. This isn't a coincidence."

"Barely."

"Y/n, Chad Mindy back me up."

"I mean it's a little..."

"Close to home."

"I mean it's a little weird he had all that Stab stuff." You mumbled shrinking a bit back into your seat when Tara turned her glare to you. You personally never been a fan of the stab movies. No matter what Mindy said.

Tara then turned to Quinn. Asking for Quinn's dad to be called, she was angry. You could tell. She didn't like that no one was taking her side. But Mindy was right. It was a little too close to home.

When you made the decision to stand up, everyone stopped what they were doing at the sound of Sam's phone ringing. Everyone stared at the phone, fear crossing in mostly everyone's veins. When Sam reached for her phone and ignored up the call. You felt your shoulders drop. Hoping to release the stress you were starting to feel.

"Sam? My dad wants to talk to you."

You picked up the ice pack returning it to the kitchen and also to grab a glass of water. When you came back to living room you saw Sam going out the door. And Tara grabbing her jacket.

"Wow Tar where are you going?" You hurried after her.

"With Sam. Please stay here. Okay I'll be back before you know it." She leaned up and pecked your lips.

"I'll come with." You didn't want her or Sam to be alone in streets at night. Especially if Ghostface was back.

"Babe please. I'll be with Sam. Stay here. Okay. I'll be right back." You didn't want to but you knew Tara wouldn't let you come. Just like you were protective her, she was of you as well.

"Fine just be careful. Call me if you need me oaky?" You leaned down for quick kiss again and she nodded and hurried to catch up with Sam. With a sigh you watched her leave and catch up with Sam. You shut the door seeing Ethan and Chad planning to leave Quinn going to her room. Mindy and Anika gathering their stuff as well.

"Wouldn't it be better to stay together?" You asked, you really didn't want to be left alone. Mindy and Anika were too into each other to notice.

"Sorry Y/n but uh we have to uh finish some homework." They hurried out the apartment. For someone who was a geek for rules Mindy was quick to change her rules for Anika. You couldn't blame her, Anika is beautiful. You chuckled and shook your head.

"Wear protection." You laughed when Mindy flipped you off with smile on her face.

Chad and Ethan left soon after. Quinn left with her boy toy as well. Leaving you alone in the apartment. You stood in the living room for a bit not knowing what to do. You wished you went with the Tara. Quinn had told you that her dad wanted to talk to Sam and Tara had gone with her. You headed to yours and Tara's room. Sitting on the bed with a deep sigh. Looking at your phone, hoping that Tara would call you.

With nothing else to do you decided to play on your ps5. Not knowing of the dangers yours friends were in

*

What brought you out of your game was a bang on the front door. Making you jump from your chair. You quickly exited out of the game and lightly jogging to the front door. Not expecting two police officers to be standing there.

"Y/n Y/ln?"

"Yea that's me." You looked between the officers confused.

"We're going to have to take you down to the station."

Feeling your heart in your throat you looked between the two officers. "Can I put on my shoes and get my phone?" When they both nodded you hurried in your room the cops right behind you as you put on your shoes and grabbed your jacket. Your phone had laid on your desks. With no missed calls. What was happening. Why were these cops asking for you.

Was Tara and Sam okay?

*~~~*

You walked into the station with both officers behind you. You had asked them if Tara and Sam Carpenter were okay but you got no response. You followed them to what seemed to be an interrogation room. But on the way there you saw Tara and Sam.

"Tara! Sam!" You didn't even get to take step into their direction when you were pushed to the wall by one of the officers. You saw the way your own girlfriend didn't even look at you. The way Sam looked at you with betrayal in her eyes.

"What's going on?" You groaned in pain from the cuffs they had put them around your wrist. You were pushed into the room and the door closing shut behind you. They handcuffed you to the the table and you were left in room alone and confused.

"Hello Y/n. I'm detective Bailey."

In the past six months you've known Quinn. You never really actually met her dad. He sat in front of you sitting down a tan thick folder. He looked behind him towards the mirror that you knew was a two way mirror.

"Y/n where were you tonight?"

You looked at him confused, "I was at home but I was at party a little earlier."

"Really? You got any alibi?"

"I was with Tara. We we were at the party but left early after a fight."

"Oh yea that frat party where you assaulted a girl outside. Correct?" He took out a picture of a girl who had a black and a bruised cheek.

You leaned forward in your seat looking down at the picture. "Yup. She disrespected my friend. You can't just throw your drink at someone and call them names and think there wasn't going to be a clap back, detective." You really fucked that bitch up and you almost smiled at that. "But that doesn't really explain why I'm here? Why am I in here."

Why did Sam look at you like that? Why couldn't Tara look at you?

"After the party. Where were you?"

"At home."

"Really? Cause Tara and Sam were attacked tonight by ghostface."

Your head snapped up towards the detective. "What?! Are they okay? I have to see them." The thought of Tara being in danger had your hands shaking. That she had been in danger when you weren't there with her.

"Stop with the act Y/n. Your DNA was found in the bodega. Your license was also found in the apartment of the two student victims. We traced the phone number and it lead us back to you."

"...what? I would never hu-All the signs point to you Y/n."

You couldn't believe it. You couldn't believe why he was saying. He was accusing you of being Ghostface. He was accusing you of hurting your friends. And they believed him. The way Sam looked at you. The way Tara couldn't even look at you.

"I am not ghostface." You wanted to cry. You wanted to curl into a ball and cry. Your friends. Your family believed him.

"Then-" The detective was cut off by the door swinging open. You looked at the direction of the door to see someone you haven't seen in quite a while. Kirby Reed. She was your babysitter when you were younger.

"I got this from here Detective. Step out. Her lawyer will be here soon."

The detective stood up, his chair screeching as he pushed it back and walked out. Kirby came in and sat in seat the detective was in.

"Hey kiddo."

"I swear Kirby it wasn't me. I'd never hurt Tara. Sam. Their my friends. My family. I'd never-" You cried into to your hands. The hurt in your heart was growing. Tara. The woman you loved believed the detective.

"Hey I believe you. That bodega is one you visit a lot. Right? Of course there would be traces of your dna there. Don't worry okay. The evidence they have is botched, right now he's just trying to blame someone. And that someone unfortunately right now is you. Now tell me where exactly were you tonight. After the party. After everyone was gone."

"I-I in my room. I was playing on my PlayStation with some friends online. I can even show you that I was online. I'm sure I'm still online. I didn't have a chance to turn off my game."

**

After your lawyer came and demanded your release for not having enough evidence to hold you. And with threats of suing for falsely accusing you. They let you go. Who knew being online would help you on being released. When you had stepped out of the station. There were loads of reporters there. Flashing their cameras at you, asking questions. Demanding answers. It got so overwhelming it almost sent you into a panic. But a hand grabbed your wrist pulling you away from the crowd. You realized it was Chad. Once he had you in a cab he told the driver to drive. The ride was quiet. Until you broke the silence.

"Do you-Do you believe him." You whispered. Afraid of what he was going to say. Afraid that you would lose one of your best friends.

"I don't know Y/n. I mean. It's weird that your dna and license were found at the scene of both crimes. I don't want to believe it but. We're meeting at our spot."

You nodded and looked out the window. Quickly wiping away the tear that escaped your eye.

*

You walked behind Chad seeing the group coming into view. They all looked your way. You had hoped that your eyes weren't as red as they were before. Your eyes drifted to Tara once you made it to them. She only spared you a glance. But you could tell she had been crying. Chad taking the empty seat to her side. Ethan had sat on the other side.

"What am I doing here if you don't trust me." You finally found your voice. You knew how you sounded like. Hurt, broken. Your voice coming out a lot more shaky than you thought.

She could hear the hurt in your voice. But she couldn't she couldn't look at you. The way the Detective had explained and showed to her and Sam. It had been convincing. The way you disappeared in the party, showing up for a second only for you leave again. She knew you were in the bathroom but detective Bailey had shown them some convincing evidence Then the bodega. She had called you. Plenty of times. But you never answered.

You always answered.

It was the main reason why she suspected something. So did Sam. You were left alone in apartment and wouldn’t answer your phone when she needed you.

"We called you Y/n. When we were attacked. You didn't answer." Sam kept her gaze on you. Every ghostface had their reasons. Fame. Revenge. What would be your reason. You were a close friend. Tara's girlfriend. It was one of the reasons why you were attacked. Amber had been jealous. You loved Tara. That much Sam knew. You would never hurt Tara.

So why had you become a suspect.

"What? No. My phone never rang." You went to dig for you phone but Mindy shot from her seat.

"Well you can't necessarily prove that, can you? It's very easy to delete some calls Y/n. Now we all want to believe you would never do this. But. You know how this goes. Now sit down."

You sat in your in the seat. Further from the rest. You didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable. You didn't know what to do. Where you even able to go home. You shared the apartment with people that now didn't trust you. You would sell your to devil if you were lying. But your phone never rang. You swear it.

Kirby had told you to take it easy on them. That they were just scared. But what about you. They were your family. From the looks you got from all of them. You knew they didn't trust you. How were you supposed to feel?

Mindy turned back to you. "I mean Y/n. What would be your motive. You've been with us for way too long for it to be for something like revenge. Maybe you liked the fame-Mindy stop." You were surprised that it was Tara who stopped Mindy.

Mindy she did what she was told and continued her rant. You looked back at Mindy and she just named all her suspects. Quinn, Ethan, you and even Anika. Ethan tried to fight it but he was shut down.

"No he's right though, I mean face facts. If we're all suspects, you're all suspects." Anika argued.

After a moment of silence you stood up. Everyone looked your way.

"What? I'm hungry and I need to take my meds." You didn't wait for a response and left. Feeling their eyes on the back of your head.

Tara watched you leave. Her eyes filling with tears. She wanted to follow you. She wanted to chase after you. Make sure you were okay. Everyone had basically turned their backs on you all due to fear. Including herself.

*~~*

After taking your anxiety medicine you laid on the bed facing away from the door and cried. Cried. Being hungry had just been an excuse to get away from everyone. You wanted to cry for what you lost.

Cause that what it felt like.

It wasn't long till you heard them enter the apartment. You closed your eyes pretending to be asleep when you heard the bed room door open. You had almost made the choice to rent out a motel room. But that would just make them more suspicious of you. And you didn't want that. You didn't hear anything after the door shut. For a moment you thought it was ghostface.

But then you heard light footsteps. Then a shift on the bed. You kept your eyes closed, your body leaning forward a bit from someone sitting in front of you. Then you felt a hand on your cheek.

"I love you. So much Y/n. I'm just scared. I'm so scared. The evidence just keeps pointing at you and I don't understand why. In my heart I know, I know you would never do this. But..." Tara's gentle voice faded out, you didn't know what she was thinking. Even though a part of you understood her hesitation, it still hurt. With a small kiss to your cheek. She stood up and left the room. The moment she left your eyes opened.

You stood up from your spot. Hearing the different voices coming from the living room and kitchen. You weren't sure if you could go to the living room. Feeling like you'd feel unwanted and uncomfortable if you did. A few minutes passed and you were still debating with yourself when the door of the room opened.

"Oh you're awake. Food is ready. Come on." Anika's voice rang through the room. "For what it's worth. I don't believe the detective."

You stood up from the bed facing the shorter girl. Offering a small smile. "Thanks Anika. It means a lot." You followed her towards the kitchen.

"Take a seat Y/n. We have to talk." Sam spoke to you for the first time. Your spot was always next to Tara. It had always been your spot. You decided to sit at the end of the table opposite of where Sam sat.

"We believe you Y/n." Sam spoke sincerely. You couldn't help the scoff that escaped your lips.

"Really? Cause it doesn't feel like it. I mean. You've been staring at me like I'm going to pull out a knife out of my ass at any second. Mindy suspects her own girlfriend, but then again she's not the only one. Tara can't even look at me in the eye. And from what I heard my license wasn't the only one found at Jason's apartment." Sam looked down at her phone that had been ringing but ignored it when she saw it was Danny. Figured she call him later. Sam looked back at you. She felt guilty for making you feel like this. The way you looked at her and everyone else was of so much hurt. The way your eyes filled with unshed tears.

"Who tol-Kirby did. I don't see you getting the third degree. I didn't automatically think that you were the killer. You wanna know why cause I trust you. You guys were so quick to-" The sound of your phones ringing everyone stoped. You pulled out your phone. Your eyes widening at seeing Quinn being attacked by Ghostface. The had been used tuning out Quinn and her flings. You listened how her moans had turned into groans and yelps of pain. You moved to go to her door when a hand shot out and gripped your shirt from behind.

The struggle from the other door became silent. You no longer could hear Quinn.

"Quinn?" You called out. Everyone stood looking at the door, jumping when a loud bang coming from the side of the door.

"Run."

The door swung open and Quinn was thrown towards Anika. Causing her to fall and scream. Chad had taken Tara by the hand and rushed out the front door. She had tried to grab your hand as she looked back you desperately.

"Guys come on."

You tried to follow her but ghostface had moved in front of you closing the door behind them. He had moved freakishly fast knocking over a drawer in front of the door. And then he moved towards you pushing you into the wall as he swung his knife at Mindy. Cutting her arm. Your head had banged on the wall as you fell hard towards the floors. Feeling the warm liquid running down the side of your face.

You got back to your feet seeing him chocking Anika as he cut up her stomach. Trying to shake off the blury vision you ran fast towards him and tackled him to the floor. Throwing punches as hard you could while Sam and Mindy held Anika up and to Quinn's room.

"Y/n come on!" Sam yelled. You hurried to your feet and ran towards the room. Throwing your body wait on the door as you shook from the force of how hard ghostface was trying to open the door. Then it stopped. You used that time to lock the door and push the heavy drawer in front of the door.

"Mindy the door." Sam whispered, she was helping you move the heavy drawer. Mindy was too slow, you wanted to yell at her to move faster. She was moving too slow, her cut on the arm was a paper cut compared to Anika's wound. Sam moved after her helping her close the door as ghostface showed up. You hurried to help hold the door, with the three of you holding the door, Sam moved to move another drawer in front of the door.

With Sam and Mindy holding the drawer you rushed to Anika's side. Covering her wound with the cover of the bed. She cried in pain as she held your hands over her wound. "I'm sorry."

"Y/n the window."

You looked towards the window to see Danny trying to get your attention. You rushed to the window and opened it. He was quick to pull out a ladder.

"You got to be shitting me."

"You got a better idea?"

You took the ladder moving to pick up Anika. "Come on, you first."

"No I c-Anika right now is not the time for this shit. Come on you're going first." You helped her up, moved her towards the window. With every step she took she cried out. But you were not going to let her go last. She had to be first. With shaky hands she griped the ladder and crawled slowly toward Danny. You held the ladder to make sure she got to the other side safely. She cried in agony every second of the way.

"Come Anika. You got this." Once she made it safely to the other side you turned to Sam.

You hurried towards them and put down your weight on the drawer. "Okay one of you go."

Sam shook her head. But you pushed her forward. "Fucking go Sam. Then Mindy."

You were slowly losing your strength. When saw Sam had made it safely to other side you pushed Mindy towards the window.

"Hurry the fuck up Mindy." Your body started being pushed forward more. His kicks have become stronger. When Mindy made it to the other side. You heard them call out to you.

"Y/n come on!"

"Hurry!"

"Let's go!"

You hurried towards the window but you felt ghostface hot on your tail. You jumped on to the ladder. You quickly crawled over the ladder. Making it on the other side, Sam helping you up. You turned around and there stood ghostface looking straight at you and then he was gone.

You turned back around hearing Anika groan in pain.

"We-we need to control the bleeding. Bring me another towel." You hurried over to her your hands shaking as Danny gave you a clean towel.

"The ambulance and cops are on their way."

"You'll be okay Anika."

*~~~~*

The paramedics took Anika and you were hot on their tail. Ignoring Sam and the rest. Anika had been the only one to believe you. You had to make sure that she was okay. Only stopping when detective Bailey had came out of the apartment and stormed straight towards you. Grabbing you by the collar of your shirt.

"You did this." He slammed you into the ambulance.

"Hey! Let her go!" Tara pushed her way in between the two of you. The moment the door had been slammed. Chad and herself had tried their best to open the door. But they couldn't. They could only hear the screams of their friends and siblings. Making them both cry.

The moment she had seen your bloody face she hurried towards you. But Bailey had beat her to you. The fear in your eyes was enough for her to know that wouldn’t do this.

"She was there Detective, it wasn't her. Let her go." She got in between you and Bailey standing right in front of you.

"Mindy said that the killer had a chance to get her but didn't. Why do think that is Tara?"

You're eyes narrowed at the older man. "You're seriously going to keep accusing me."

"Yes. Which is why you will not leave my side." He stepped back, his eyes red from crying so much. He had just lost his daughter.

Tara stayed in front of you. Her back still pressed to your back. Once the detective stepped back enough she turned around looking up at you. She didn't care anymore. She pulled you into a tight hug. She had been so afraid. You were a suspect, she knew that but the part of her that had denied your involvement had been growing.

She knew you.

She knew who you were.

You wouldn't do this.

**~~~**

Gale had lead everyone to ghostfaces a lair. When you stepped into the theater you didn't expect see items from past victims. Your feet stopping at the pictures and clothing of Tara. There had been blood everywhere. You were supposed to be with her but you weren't. You had been away at soccer game. It had been an away game. It had been running late. By the time you returned to woodsboro. Tara had already been in the hospital.

"It wasn't your fault."

"Well at least you didn't think it was me. Right?"

"Y/n.."

You let out a deep sigh hearing the hurt in her voice and looked toward the woman you love. You would trust her with your life. With your soul if you could. But you were starting to doubt that she felt the same.

"Hey we have a plane. Come on."

Kirby called out to two. Not giving Tara time to talk to you. She didn't like that you were shutting her out. She couldn't say she understood how you felt. She watched as you walked away with Kirby. She wanted to be in your arms. She wanted nothing more than for you look her in the eyes and be yourself.

But you wouldn't. Not when she reacted so poorly.

*

Gale had been attacked. You had stayed behind with Bailey. As Tara and Sam took his car. You were sat at a bench pretty far from them. But had stayed in Bailey had wanted you in his eye sight. By the time you registered what had happened Sam and Tara had already left.

"You can't fool me Y/n. You'll slip they all do."

"What's your deal Bailey? I am not ghostface." You looked at the older man. He had this look in his eye and it honestly scared you. He narrowed his eyes at you and tilting his head. He scoffed at you and walked away as he pulled out his phone.

His words rang in his head. As you and the friend group made their way into the train station. You were with Ethan and Mindy. You had been separated from the rest of the group.

"Of course I'd get stuck with the two main suspects."

"You know what fuck you Mindy. Last I remember you barely even tried to save Anika. I saved her. Me. Not you. She’s alive because of me. Last I checked ghostface doesn’t save people.” You purposely bumped into her shoulder as you went to take a seat. You were getting sick and tired of being accused. You were scared to.

You sat by yourself. The lights on the train going off and on. Making you feel even more paranoid. Maybe you shouldn’t have snapped at Mindy like that. When the lights came back on you stood up and looked toward Mindy’s direction. Only to see her on the floor. You sprang up and rushed to her. Ethan right behind you.

“Fuuuck.”

“Someone call 911!”

Putting pressure on her wound as you and Ethan helped her out of the train.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I can’t believe I got it wrong again.”

“Just relax. We’ll get you some help.”

*

You knew you should have gone with Mindy. But Ethan had insisted that we go to the theater. You didn’t understand why. He had been so against the plan. He didn’t want to be apart of it but he also didn’t want to be alone. If he really didn’t want to be in danger like he claimed. The safest place to be would be with Mindy.

You did want to go to the theater. To make sure Tara and your friends(if they even were at this point) were safe. Cause they might not believe you or trust you. But you still cared for them. But you also knew that Mindy shouldn’t be left alone.

But Ethan had insisted.

When he had hit you upside the head. As soon as you turned your back to him, stepping into the theater. Your vision had turned dark so fast.

*

You groaned in pain. You got up slowly. The back of your head was killing you. Laying not far in front of you of was one of ghostfaces knifes. You picked it up, to have something to defend your self with. Looking around seeing an empty room. You were in an empty storage room. Walking quietly towards the door opening it. From a distance you could hear people arguing.

You moved towards the sound.

“What are you doing?”

“Did you kill Quinn? Did you kill my daughter?”

“Jesus Christ, what ever he’s been saying to you, don’t listen to him. He’s probably the killer. It would explain so much. Why he tried so hard to fra-”

The sound of gun shots rang out making you jump. Your eyes widen when you saw Kirby on the floor. In the middle stood Sam and Tara. Bailey stood at the entry way with one other ghost face.

“You can come on out Y/n. We got them.”

You were pushed by someone behind you. Tara and Sam looking your way with eyes wide and unshed tears. A ghostface stood behind you. This one seemed a little taller than the one standing behind Bailey.

“What no he’s lying.”

“Oh stop Y/n with act. It’s okay now. We got them.”

“No he’s lying!” You cried pointing the knife at him. You looked at Sam and Tara taking a step towards them. Only for them to take a step back.

“Please. Believe me.” You went as far dropping the knife and kicking it towards them. Your eyes locking with Tara. “Please, Tara you have to believe-” The words getting caught in your throat from the force of arm that had been wrapped around your neck.

“Oh y/n they didn’t believe you then. They sure won’t believe you now. I mean, you always called them your family but that wasn’t the case with you was it? They all turned your backs on you. You should of seen them when you became a suspect. When the detective said your dna was found at bodega. How easy it was to hack your phone. Make them believe that you didn’t answer their calls.”

The ghostface holding you laughed as you cried. He wasn’t wrong. In a way they had turned their backs on you.

“Let’s ask Tara. Do you believe that Y/n here wasn’t part of this. Yes or no.”

You looked back at Tara and Sam. They looked you, their eyes now filled with guilt.

“No. No she wasn’t.”

“Oh Tara, it’s a little too late for you to believe her now.”

You didn’t have time to react before you felt the blade repeatedly come down on your chest and stomach. The muffle screams rang out through out the theater. You felt your blood soaking you shirt. The blood that came up your throat as you choked on it. The hard wood floor as you were thrown to it. You could feel your life slipping away.

*

“Baby. Baby hey stay with me. Okay. Stay with me. Please.”

You could no longer feel your toes. You weren’t sure how much time had past. But the theater was now quiet. You Vision had become blurry. You tried to blink it away but… You were cold. You felt so cold.

“I’m sorry. I’m I’m so sorry. I should have believed you. I should have believed you.” Tara cried. The moment you cried when ghostface held you. The realization had dawned on her. She tried to get you you when Ethan stabbed you the first time but he had been too fast. When you were thrown to the floor, she moved to you. The way you had choked on your blood, it was hardest thing she ever had to see.

“Baby. Come on. Look at me. I’m sorry.” She held you close to her your chest. The way you looked up at her made cry even more. Your eyes still held so much love. Even after everything she did.

“I’m—I’m so c—cold.”

“It’s okay. We’ll get you blanket soon okay. I-I we need to wait for the ambulance and the cops. Okay.”

“I—I would n—never h—hurt y-y—you.” Tara felt you go limp, light in your eyes going out. The she felt your grip on her hand loosening. The way your chest failed to rise again. Her bloody hand moved to your cheek, she looked up at Sam eyes streaming with tears.

Sam looked back down at her sister, the guilt ten folding at the sight of you. The memories flashing right before her. She should have seen this coming.

“Y/n?” Tara cried looking back down at you. “Baby wake up please. Please. Wake up! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Come on hey, hey I I got your Christmas present already. You have to open it. Come on. Sam help me. Sam please help me.”

“Please.”

But there was nothing anyone could do.

You were gone.

:(

[sailorsenshishitposter]

JJK X Disney Crossover

"You are hereby invited to the royal ball at the magic kingdom."

Cinderella read the note again. Surely this couldn't be right? Why would the king invite a lowly commoner like herself to such an extravagant event?

It turns out that Kenjaku had found Walt Disney's frozen corpse and hijacked it. Frankly, he was still bored and just looking for more people he could bring into the culling games. He was also forcing Sukuna to participate (how he got him to agree we shall never know).

Cinderella was too dazed to notice the ugliest step sister's approaching.

"What's that in your hand!?"

"Mother, Cinderella is stealing your mail!"

Out came a haggard old woman who looked like she got lost from the set of corpse bride.

"Wretched girl, let me see this!"

She snatched the envelope from the poor girls hands and read the contents aloud.

"Drizella, Anastasia, it turns out that the king has invited the two of you to a royal ball! I must prepare the two of you if you are to woo his son. Come along, we must find the perfect dresses for the two of you at once!"

She then turned towards her stepdaughter.

"If you clean the entire house I may entertain whatever stupid question it is that you are thinking. Now get started!"

Cinderella began scrubbing the floor but decided it would be better to scrub her ears first due to Drizella's god awful singing.

"Why couldn't the good lord make me deaf?" ______________

Cinderella noted that she had extra time left so she asked her animal friends if they could help her with her dress. There may have been rat droppings and bits of a birds breakfast in the finished product but she had to admit that it was nicer than the rags she was currently wearing. She then ran downstairs to find her stepmother.

"Mother, I have finished all the household chores."

"I thought I told you to never call me that!"

Lady Tremaine then stopped what she was doing and gave a sneer.

"What are you all dressed up for?"

"What do you mean? I thought you said that I could go?"

Her stepmother than snapped her fingers.

"Girls, do you think something seems familiar?"

One of the girls let out a scream.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING WITH MY NECKLACE, WENTCH!? THIS IS A LUXURY SET OF PEARLS I GOT FROM CLAIRE'S!"

She then ripped them off. Looks like Drizella wasn't getting her $4.50 back.

"AND JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SASH! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT IT WAS MADE WITH THE FINEST SILK THEY HAD AVAILABLE ON ALIEXPRESS!"

Anastasia then tore it off which was easy since it was made by sweatshop workers who were no older than eight and had little sewing experience.

To add insult to injury, Lucifer then raised his hind leg and began to pee on the remaining fabic.

"Toodleloo, Cinderella! When I get back I expect you to have finished cleaning the toilets!"

"But I just cleaned them three hours ago!"

"Yes, well we stopped at taco bell on the way home and you know how well Anastasia takes to mexican food."

The door then shut and Cinderella began to sob. She didn't notice the card on the floor as her tears began to hit it and suddenly there was a burst of light.

"Who are you?"

Standing before her was a masked man in robes with white hair.

"Why sweetie, I'm your fairy godmother."

"Aren't you a boy?"

"And you're asking too many questions. Now do you want my help or not?"

Cinderella stopped sniffling.

"Help? How can you help me!?"

The man then took out a wand and began to move it.

"Like this. Bibbity boppity boo, I call upon blue!"

Cinderella was then knocked back by a magic ball of blue light.

"Oops. Looks like I used too much..."

The girl then removed herself from the human shaped hole in the concrete wall and began to rub the dust off her shoulders.

"WHAT IS THIS?"

She was now wearing a powder blue ball gown along with a pair of glass slippers.

"If you think that's cool then check out this! Red!"

The man sent a spark of red energy at the garden, causing the pumpkins to explode.

"Shit! I guess I'll have Ijichi drive you..." ______________

Cinderella got in the car and the man knocked on her window. "The names Gojo by the way. Now, before I forget, you need to be back home by twelve or-"

Ijichi was already driving away.

"That's it, I'm going home!" ______________

Cinderella was in the ball room when her mouse scampered out of her dress.

"Wait, come back!"

As this was happening, Naoya was making his complaints about the server to the knight on duty.

"I refuse to eat something that she has touched, Nanami! You tell Gojo that I won't tolerate the presence of a ni-"

Before the man could finish, he was being punched by Nanami.

"Don't you dare insult Tiana again!"

He then dropped Naoya off into the Kitchen.

"You now have everything you need to make Sukuna's meal."

Uraume then got started on the banquet. ______________

"I wonder where the prince could be..."

"I think he's around here somewhere."

Cinderella then jumped back.

"GOJO?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out. Now if you don't mind, I'm off to find Suguru!" ______________

The two men were dancing when another voice cut in.

"Gojo, how could you cheat on me like this! Especially right in front of our son!"

Killua then cried and ran off to find Gon.

"WAIT, YOU'RE THE PRINCE GOJO!?"

"Satoru, who is that?"

"I'M HIS WIFE, ELSA! GOJO, WHO IS THIS OTHER MAN!?"

A third voice then cut in.

"If anyone's looking for a mouse, I stepped on it. You should really hire some cleaning staff, Gojo."

It was none other than Sukuna.

"I think I'm going to faint..."

Cinderella then fell to the floor.

"Why is my dinner on the ground? You know I like my meat well done! Oh well, I guess that's why they call it the five second rule. Malevolent Kitchen!"

Sukuna then roasted the girl into nothing but cinders.

"My bad, I guess I left the oven on too long. I'm going to see if Uraume has anything else to eat..."

Geto then slapped Gojo.

"HOW COULD YOU SATORU!? I THOUGHT I WAS SPECIAL!"

"WAIT BABY, COME BACK, I'M SORRY! SHE DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME!"

His son Killua was now gorging on chocolate robots.

"Gojo always seems to be inserting himself in others lives doesn't he? You know he took custody of my son right?"

Buzz's wing popped out. He couldn't believe he was so close to such a handsome man.

"I'm sorry but I didn't catch your name?"

The man smirked.

"It's Toji. Toji Fushiguro and you better remember it!"

He then began to kiss Buzz passionately.

Megumi then gave a disgusted look.

"Gross dad! I told you not to embarrass me in front of Ariel!"

Bagdamagus was never born rip