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#i love them#they have such a Dynamic#theyâre the same age but theyâre also biological brothers and theyâre 14 years old#howie (blue collar) is the Adult who is so annoying but also determined and responds well to affection#Andy (red collar) is the baby who is slightly stupid but also the greediest attention seeker iâve ever met#howie isnât as big of a cuddler#but heâs so happy to sit near you#and andy needs to be kissed and hugged and he will hug you if you ask nicely#meaning he will push his body against you and hold it there until he is satisfied#my precious boys#i love them so much#howie and andy
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Tangerine x wife!fem!reader
Summary: When your sister's new mystery fiancĂŠ is someone you know from university, your husband isn't very happy.
Genre: fluff and hurt and comfort
Warnings: protective!Tangerine, reader is pregnant, mentions of stalking, knife/gun wounds, swearing, suggestive ending.
~ thank you to the anon who requesting this! ~
TANGERINE MASTERLIST
"Ah," you groan, burning yourself on the saucer as you transfer the pasta into the strainer over the sink. Your husband, who'd just finished setting the table to his liking, peeks his head inside the kitchen.Â
"You ok, luv?" he asks, coming over and guiding your hand to the faucet where he turns on the cool water, "All better, yeah?" he asks, almost mocking in the kindest way and he kisses the crown of your head as the water runs over your wounded palm.Â
"My poor girl," Tangerine is really laying it on thick now as he kisses behind your ear. "D'ya need me to finish up here?"
You turn, looking up at him, and nod, "Would you? They're coming over at nine and I haven't even showered or changedâand the warmth is making me feel all woozy." You emphasize this point by fanning at your face with your wet hand, water droplets cooling your skin, and Tangerine cups his hand over your stomach.Â
"'Course my darlin'. What an awful husband I am havin' ya cook while you're pregnant. I'm sorry, my luv," he says genuinely, ignoring your attempt to remind him you'd wanted to make the meal since it's your sister's favorite, as he practically shoos you away.Â
"I'll call ya down when they've arrived, hm?"Â
You nod, smiling as you make your way up the stairs to shower and change for dinner.
As the oldest, you've always been protective over your sister. Andy had this tendency to jump into situations impulsively and when she'd called and gushed over her new fiancĂŠ, you had been slightly concerned for her considering she'd gotten engaged within just four months of meeting him.Â
So, with Tangerine's approval, you had invited them both over for dinner.Â
Once you finish adjusting your dress in the mirror, you make your way downstairs and smile at the familiar sound of Andy's rambling.
The room smells like the spaghetti you'd started and Tangerine had finished, and you see that he has poured both Andy and her fiancÊ a glass of wine.
He hasn't poured one for himself considering he doesn't drink when you don't.Â
Seeing you, Andy instantly squeals and rushes up to pull you into her arms. "Oh my, just look at you," Andy exclaims and looks at your dress, which shows your baby bump, "You been taking good care of my darling sister?" She looks at Tangerine with a light-hearted frown and points at him accusingly.Â
"Mmhm, only the best for my darlin'," Tangerine smirks and moves closer so he can kiss your cheek. You feel all warm and fuzzy inside as you smile at your husband. You're too preoccupied with your happiness to fully hear Andy introduce her new fiancĂŠ until Tangerine nudges your shoulder and you look up at your sister's future husband.Â
You're happy you hadn't been holding a wine glass because it would have fallen onto the ground instantly.
"This is Oliver," Andy says, hugging him closely as she draws hearts on his chest. The man is tall and slim and he has dusty blond hair. His eyes, which the blue reminds you of Tangerine's, are piercing into yours and you shudder.Â
You know him.Â
Tangerine can see your discomfort and he squeezes your hand. He doesn't mention it. He doesn't want to make a scene and he's distracted by Oliver shaking his hand. "Hi," Oliver then moves his hand to you and he continues to stare. You feel sick but you know you have to shake his hand anyway.
"Hi,"Â you answer and strain a smile.
Andy jumps in immediately with a new topic of conversation, happily introducing the man she loves to you and Tangerine. You feel like you're underwater as you stare at Oliver and all those memories; of the bundles of flowers and the endless phone calls swarm and drown you.Â
Tangerine's hand in yours is the only thing now keeping you above water. Â
"Excuse me," you say early into dinner as Tangerine finishes serving everyone some pasta. You've barely sat down but you suddenly feel sick to your stomach so you rush to the bathroom.
After only a moment, you hear your husband's worried voice from behind the bathroom door.Â
"My luv, are you alright in there? Is everything okay?" he calls and raps on the door with his knuckles.Â
You let him in instantly, your eyes round as you pull him inside the bathroom. Tangerine stumbles inside and looks you up and down with confusion.Â
"The baby's okay," you reassure him breathlessly and his expression softens.
"I didn't ask if the baby was okay," he says gently but places his hand on your stomach as a way to show he's grateful the baby is okay, "I asked if you were okay, my heart."Â
You look up at him, holding in your frustrated tears. "I know Oliver," you whisper.Â
Tangerine frowns but he understands what you mean. "You do?"Â
You nod and start to explain. "Yeah, I know him from university. We were classmates freshman year and thenâit became weird. Remember that stalker I had? It's him. He was obsessed with me and would ask me out numerous times and when he finally asked for my number, he wouldn't stop calling and following me around. The university got involved and he left junior year. I haven't heard or seen him since but Tan, I know it's him. I just know," you sound scared and your husband hates the sound.
"Sweetheart," he says and pulls you in closer, his hands cupping your cheeks. "I believe you, darlin'. You wouldn't lie about something like this. What do you need me to do? Should I kick him outâorâ"
"No!" you lean your head on Tangerine's chest, sighing as you clutch at his shirt, "Andy clearly loves him. I can't ruin this for her."
Tangerine's hand rests against the back of your head, his thumb soothing in your hair. "But, if he makes you uncomfortableâ"
You interrupt him, "I can deal with one dinner and then I'll tell Andy about all this privately. It has to be her decision, okay?"
"I do not want your stalker as our brother-in-law, Y/n," Tangerine says sternly.Â
"It's not about us! It's about Andy andâ please can you pretend I didn't tell you anything tonight?" you say, "And I'll pretend I don't remember him."
Tangerine can see the determination in your eyes. He wants to protest and tell you you don't have to go through with this dinner but he can tell you want to protect your sister more than yourself and he knows he has to respect that.
So, he puts on his best fake smile as you both return to the table. Tangerine hates pretending like this, especially because now he's overanalyzing every look Oliver is sending you. His blood boils even more when Olicer asks you,Â
"How far along are you?"
How dare that bastard ask about his baby? Â
You take a bite from your fork and strain a smile, nudging Tangerine's calf to convince him to stay quiet as you answer the question. "Almost six months now," you say and Oliver uses this as an opportunity to look you up and down which makes you visibly tense.Â
"Yeah, my darlin' has been a real trouper," Tangerine fakes a laugh at Oliver's question and rolls up his sleeves, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your cheek. You know what he's doing instantly because you've seen the number of bullet wounds grazes and knife slashes he has on his forearms, as well as the tattoos that cover his skin.Â
He's intimidating Oliver and by the look on the poor man's face, it's working.Â
"And she has me to help 'er, right, luv?" He smiles and tilts his head in Oliver's direction, drumming his hand on the table as he brings attention to the scars there and the amount of rings he's wearingâespecially his wedding band.  Â
Oliver stares at you less after that.Â
As you say your goodbyes to Andy, you tell her you'll call her later, and then smile politely at Oliverâwho doesn't say much to you or Tangerine and once your front door is shut you turn around and narrow your eyes at your husband.Â
"I saw what you did," you say and Tangerine raises his arms in mock confusion. He winks and then starts to clear the table. You follow him, trying to do the same but he sends you a look and you retaliate, instead leaning against the kitchen counter as you watch him.
 "You didn't need to show him your scars like that. Andy doesn't know what you do for a living, remember?" you sigh.Â
Tangerine hums, "I wasn't showing them to her," he shrugs and loads up the dishes into the dishwasher.Â
"I wanted that bastard to know what I would do to him if he even considered hurting you again. I wanted him to know what I'm capable of," he finishes.
You sit down on a chair, holding your stomach and you sigh. Tangerine turns to look at you over your shoulder, "Ya okay, darlin'?" he asks, wiping his hands on a dish towel as he walks over and kneels in front of you, his hands on your knees.Â
You nod. "I'm just a little tired," you whisper.
Tangerine caresses your cheeks. "See, this is why I had to intimidate the bastard. You were under unnecessary stress and that makes him a threat to everything I hold dear," he whispers and kisses your stomach over your dress. "Ya know I won't let anyone hurt you, luv, yeah?"
"I know," you say, running one of your hands in his curls and twisting one in your finger as you contemplate admitting this. "I did think it was hot," you admit, "Seeing you show off your arms like that."
Your husband's grin widens. "Yeah?"Â
You glare at him and suppress a smile. "Oh, don't get a big head about it, you prat."Â
Tangerine laughs and stands up, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He straightens up and flexes his muscles, sending you a playful wink. "Is this making ya all hot and bothered for me?"
You shake your head but the way you're staring at him says otherwise. Tangerine helps you stand, smirking as he sees that look in your eyes. He knows your pregnancy sometimes makes you hornier than usual and he can read your moods easily now.Â
"Want me to make the ache go away?"Â he teases and kisses your cheek.Â
You laugh breathlessly and wrap your arms around his neck. "Okay," you say and then look at him seriously, "But you're doing all the work. I just wanna lay there," you pout, "I'm tired."
Tangerine smiles and nods, "Such a princess," he teases and then succumbs to your wishes, "But anything for you, luv'."  Â
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could i request a boyfriend!andrew graves x reader headcannons or scenarios? i LOVE TCOAALđŤśđŤś
Boyfriend! Andrew Graves x Reader - Headcanons
TW: Andy has a foul mouth, reader gets groped, Andy is a little possessive, a tiny bit of violence (-is always the answer)
âĽď¸Notes: I'm kind of an idiot so if you notice something is spelled incorrectly, feel free to send me a dm so i can fix it (totally not at all referring to my first Yandere!Andy x Reader post where I spelled dark as darmfk ;-;). Also this is kind of short because so many people requested for Andy x Reader, so I didn't want to pull out all the stops. I hope this meets your expectations <3.âĽď¸
The first thing you gotta to know about dating Andy, is that he's very touch starved.
I can just headcanon that due to his aloof personality and very broody behavior, he doesn't get many hugs...
So when you enter his life, best believe that Andy shows you this completely different side of him!
I'm talking.... Cuddling in the mornings till the point where you're almost late for work because he refuses to let you go.
I'm talking.... Andy being able to sense when you're about to go into the shower. His spidey-senses tingles, and the moment you're about to hop in, he's right there already getting his hair wet.
I'm talking.... Trapping you with his kisses when you're making food, definitely not noticing that he's causing you to burn dinner.
And no amount of protest can deter this man either.
Speaking of making food... Andrew is the master-chef of the house!
Now he's no Gorden Ramsey (as he likes to tell you whenever he makes you a sandwich), but everyone knows that one bite of his food is enough to make a sailor come back to the land.
So it's very nifty when you're sick and at home, in need to have someone take care of you.
The first time you ever got sick was when you and Andy were still living separately.
It was a Friday night, and it was supposed to be your 1-year anniversary with Andy. Unfortunately, due to some unhygienic biotch at the office, you caught a cold and had to cancel.
At first Andy didn't respond, instead leaving you on read. You felt bad, figuring that he was mad at you for canceling.
But lo' and behold, exactly 10 minutes later, that was a frantic sound of keys jiggling into the your front door.
You had gotten up from your couch-potato position to see the person who wanted to rush into your home so badly, when it occurred to you;
Andrew is the only one with another set of keys...
And with that realization, Andy burst through the door with a pharmacy store bag in one hand, and a grocery store bag in another.
In an instant, Andy made you take a disgusting amount of cold medicine, and blessed your cold home with the warmth and smell of spices and herbs (likely all from the soup).
When the food was ready, he sat you up with a pillow and hand-fed you soup for the rest of the night. You felt so bad for ruining your anniversary, but everytime you tried to apologize for it, Andrew would stuff your mouth with more soup and would say;
"I don't care about that romance and anniversary shit. We don't need to go to a fancy restaurant or an expensive place just to feel like we're honoring an important date. That date is important because it is our date. We don't need to one-up that memorable time just to remind everyone of how special it is... Y/N, you're crying into the soup."
Needless to say, you cried.
But Andrew doesn't just take care of you...You best believe he also protects.
Well, sorta.
You could be in a grocery store, at a Boba shop, in the mall, getting new shoes, it wouldn't matter, Andrew would always have his hand on your waist.
Be it because he saw someone look at you, doesn't matter who or how old they are, he'll always wrap his arms around you and whisper ever so softly, "You're mine..."
It has definitely given you some weird looks over the years, but you know he means well.
And if anyone ever actually looks at you funny? It's over for them.
Andrew will make it VERY clear that you're not to be messed with.
For example, a couple of months into your relationship, you were riding the train. Enjoying a simple conversation about suspicious neighbors and whatnot, when all of the sudden some guy came up behind you and tried groping you discreetly.
Andy noticed very quickly that all the blood drained from your face. He looked behind you and noticed the old geezer trying to get a hand full of someone way younger than them, and Andrew could feel every restraint in his body snap.
In an act of "self-defense" as told to the cops later on, Andrew punched the living daylights of the guy and sent him flying into a pole.
You fussed over Andy's fist for awhile, completely forgetting about how you felt. But the only thing Andy could think about was how he should've hit that guy harder.
When you guys were finally walking home, hand in hand, you leaned on Andrew.
"I'm sorry about today Andy... I didn't mean for you to get all banged up."
Andrew snorted, "My knuckle is a little scratched up, so what? That perverted asshole had it coming for him."
You kissed Andy's cheek, which granted you a dark blush from Andy, and a grin from you.
"Thank you Aaandy~" You brushed his hand with your thumb,
Being in a relationship with Andy is a little messy, and yes sometimes a little crazy. But no matter what happens, Andy will always stick by your side.
"You're welcome, sweetheart." Andy squeezed your hand in return.
Thank you for the ask<3
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Renovations Needed
For @artificial-transmutations
âWait, youâre serious? Your uncle left you property?â
Andy nodded, âIâm as shocked as you are. But it says it right here. Look!â He handed Michael the paper, âItâs his old club. Not in the best part of town though...â
âDoesnât matter, we can sell it!â Michael smiled, âWeâve been pretty tight on cash and we could use it for our wedding.â Michael hugged him, âBabe, this is incredible.â
Andy smiled warmly at his boyfriend. Michael was perfect. His smile enough to brighten up even his darkest days. His lean, muscular build highlighted under his tight white shirt. But more importantly, they complimented each other well. Michaelâs ambition tempered and strengthened by Andyâs kindness.
âSo, letâs go check it outâ
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Compared to their cozy home, his uncleâs property was on the âbad sideâ of town. And just as his uncle neglected his body, he did the same to his property. Boarded up and worn down, this place needed a lot of work.
âGeez he let this place go.â Michael said, as the two inspected a broken window, âFuck, I doubt weâll get much for this place.â Andy frowned.
The two unlocked the front door, overwhelmed immediately by a moldy smell. The floors were stained, the bar was in shambles, and the walls were dirty. Andy jumped at the sight of a rat.
âWhat did you say your uncle did again?â
âHe ran a club.â Andy replied, âAt least until all that smoking caught up to him.â He navigated around some broken glass, âThis place was really big back in the day... first gay club in the neighborhood.â
Michael nodded and continued his inspection, âBabe, look at this.â Andyâs eyes fell on a framed picture of his uncle, âTough looking dude.â
Andy nodded, âThat was him in his prime.â Mountainous biceps, a wide back, jutting pecs, bald, a thick beard- his uncle wasnât someone you messed with. His stern glare could snap a lesser man in two, âHe was never my biggest fan. Iâm not exactly... tough. Just a âwimpy bitch boyâ, as he would say.â
Michael frowned and kissed his boyfriend, âYouâre perfect to me, babe.â
The rest of their inspection was disappointing, but nothing could compare them for the bathroom. Piss stains littered the floors and walls. Urinals were caked in it. There was even one missing- completely torn away from the wall. The smell nearly knocked them out, and they quickly retreated.
âThis sucks.â Andy looked over to the photo of his uncle. His stern gaze piercing his soul, âHe couldâve really made something of this place.â
âAgreed. Itâs a real shame.â Michael replied, âHe really fucked up, didnât he.â
Andy sighed, looking at the picture of his uncle. And suddenly, an idea popped into his head, âWhat if I clean it up?â Michael let out a laugh, âNo seriously! I could get this place straightened up. It would increase the value for sure!â
Michael sighed, âYou really think you can do much for this dump?â Andy felt a sudden pang of anger that quickly dissipated before he could process it, âLook babe, Iâll support you. Couldnât hurt.â He leaned in for a kiss.
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âThis place looks better already.â Andy whispered as he entered the club the next day.
The club somehow already looked cleaner. Maybe even a little livelier. The smell wasnât as bad, the floors not as dirty. But there was still work to be done. Andy swept the floor and watched as the grime vanished without much effort. He even dusted the photo of his uncle.
âWe didnât really get along, but thank you.â Andy whispered.
When he arrived home, Michael greeted him warmly, âHey babe, howâd it go?â He scrunched his nose, âDamn, you stink.â He chuckled, but Andy glared at him, âI didnât mean anything by it.â Michael replied, realizing his boyfriend wasnât in the mood.
âIâm gonna go shower.â Andy said, brushing past his boyfriend without even a kiss, âSee you in bed.â
In the shower, Andy tried to relax. His muscles were sore from earlier. And as he lathered up, he was surprised to feel small hairs along his chest and stomach. He was usually clean shaven, and these small dark hairs were odd. He thought little of it. Â
Upon entering the bedroom, he found Michael lying in bed. Naked. A sexy smirk on his face. One that Andy usually couldnât resist.
âYou seem stressed babe.â Michael said, putting his hands behind his head, âAnd I think I have the solution.â His erect cock was on full display.
âNot in the mood.â Andy replied.
âBullshit, I heard you moaning in the shower.â
âNot in the fucking mood.â Andy continued. Michael frowned, âI can sleep on the couch if you want.â
âBabe, whatâs wrong?â Michael asked, concern etched on his face, âYou seem...â He approached his boyfriend.
âIâm fine.â Andy replied, âLong day. Last thing I want is your dick up my ass.â He crawled into bed and faced away from Michael, âYou coming?â
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The next day, Andy sat in his uncleâs office, rummaging through a desk. Even the office underwent a transformation overnight. The smell was gone, the chair was repaired, and the desk was no longer dusty. Andy scratched his chest and mentally made note that it felt firmer. But his thoughts were interrupted when he found a VHS tape. He raised an eyebrow.
âShower Time?â He read the label, âWhat the fuck?â He looked up at the newly repaired TV and VHS player, âMight as well.â
The video started. There was his uncle. Nude. Standing above some guy. Some lesser man. Andy watched closely, absentmindedly rubbing his stiffening cock. And then it started. His uncle pissed on the guy below him. Andy watched as if in a trance, still rubbing his cock. And then it stopped. Â
âWhat the fuck?â He whispered, looking down at himself, âI... Iâm not into that kinda shit, am I?â The disturbed young man exited the office, âI need to get out of here...â But as he passed the watchful gaze of his uncleâs photo, he froze, âWhere the fuck am I going?â He whispered, âI have work to do.â
Hours passed, and Andyâs work was nearly done. He wiped some sweat from his brow, barely registering his newly mountainous bicep. He felt his phone vibrate. Michael. He ignored the call and continued his work.
When he arrived home, Michael wasnât there- likely at the gym. Andy walked to the bathroom and stared closely at himself in the mirror. Something wasnât right.
âThere we go.â He whispered, pulling out the clippers, âJust a little...â He buzzed away his brunette locks. Shorter and shorter until not a single hair remained, âBetter.â He ran a hand over his bald head.
Later, when Michael did return home, he nearly fainted, âWhat the fuck?â He said, âAndy, what did you do?â Andy looked up and shrugged, âBabe, youâre bald!â Michael knew how much Andy cared about his hair, âSomethings wrong. Please just tell me.â
Andy glared at him, âYou got a problem, bitch boy?â Michaelâs jaw dropped, âBy the way, weâre keeping the club.â
âThat wasnât the plan.â Michael crossed his arms, âWhat about selling it? We need the cash for the wedding.â
Andy stood up and crossed his arms, âWho gives a shit? Clubâs nearly done anyway.â Michael could only watch as his boyfriend got up and left.
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Back at the club, Andy sat in his uncleâs office, watching another one of his uncleâs piss videos. The initial disdain for them being replaced by pure pleasure, as he jerked off. But his pleasure was interrupted when the door swung open.
âAndy, we need to...â Michael said desperately, âWhat are you doing?â Andy smirked and continued to jerk off, âAndy. Cut this shit out.â
âDidnât take you for a little bitch.â Andy replied, standing up, âYou should be fuckinâ happy. I mean look at me.â He flexed his biceps, which now rivaled Michaelâs, âAnd this fuckinâ club is gonna take off.â
âBut babe, I donât want the club.â Michael replied, âEver since we got it, youâve been different. Andy please.â And for a second, Andyâs new persona faltered. His boyfriendâs caring eyes breaking through to him. And the kindness returned to Andyâs eyes.
âMichael...â He whispered, âI-Iâm sorry.â He stepped forward, âI donât know what happened.â
Michael smiled and hugged his larger boyfriend, âItâs okay.â He looked down at Andyâs arms, â But you need to tell me your workout routine.â He said, trying to add some humor to the situation.
Andy shook his head, âMichael... this isnât right.â He looked at his larger bicep.
âYouâre going to be okay. Weâre going to be okay.â Michael smiled. Â
The two started walking down the long hallway to the main floor. Past the furious eyes of Andyâs uncle. And Andy froze.
âWait babe, I left something in the bathroom.â He said.
Michael nodded, âOkay, I can wait...â
âNo, come with me. Please.â
Michael shivered. Something told him to run. There was something different in his boyfriendâs eyes. But he wasnât gonna leave him. He nodded and the two entered the bathroom. It was still in a state of decay.
âGod, smells like piss in here.â Michael laughed nervously, âGuess you havenât had time...â
Andy shoved him. A forceful push that sent him tumbling against the wall. Falling exactly into the empty slot between two urinals. Michaelâs back hit the wall and he winced in pain, looking up at his boyfriend.
âAndy, what the hell...â Michael tried to move, but he couldnât. He pushed against the wall desperately and looked up at his boyfriend in terror, âAndy, please! You need to help...â
But then he saw it. Andy was frozen, his clothes shredding as his muscles continued to grow. Behind him stood the specter of his uncle, whoâs ghostly hands ran up and down Andyâs enlarging body. Andy moaned as his pecs grew into a pair of firm muscle tits and hair finally carpeting his clean-shaven skin in seconds.
âAndy...?â Michael whispered. Andyâs uncle smirked and suddenly Michael was naked. Pressed against the grimy wall of the bathroom.
The young man let out a yelp as he felt the pipe behind him enter his asshole and fuse to it. And he shivered as a sickly cold passed through his body.
âIt hurts...â Michael whimpered as his muscles ached.
He looked down and quickly regretted it. His muscles were deflating- retracting into his body. His proud pecs and abs smoothing out, and his brunette locks and body hair fell to the ground below. Michael cried out again as his legs began to shrink and pull up into his abdomen.
âAndy help!â Michael cried out. He could see himself in the mirror. How his human features were starting to disappear, while his skin took on a paler tone. He felt cold. A sickly inhuman cold, âI-I...â
Tears fell from his eyes as he watched his toned arms begin to retract into his body. All the while, Andy was moaning as his own body packed on firm muscle and manly hair. His once clean shaven face now sporting a beard, while his expanding arms grew wiry hairs. In the midst of his transformation, he looked down at his boyfriend.
âMichael...â He whispered, âI-Iâm sor...â He moaned as his package expanded, his bulge barely contained in his tight underwear.
Michael open his mouth to reply, but no words came out. Instead, his mouth remained forced open. And he could only watch in terror as it widened and stretched, forming a basin, while his tongue shifted into a urinal cake. Tears streamed from his eyes as he felt piping emerge from the top of his head and connect with the wall behind him. The coldness he felt earlier was now spreading. His flesh fully converting to white porcelain. And the last thing he saw before his vision went black was a final look of terror from Andy, which was soon replaced by the stern look Michael recalled from his uncleâs photo.
And then it was dark. It was cold and he was unable to move. Trapped. Not able to fully understand what happened to him.
âFuck, I gotta take a leak.â Michael could still hear Andyâs voice, now gruff and harsh. He called out for help in his mind, hoping someone could hear.
But then he felt it. In the cold darkness of his new existence, he felt warmth. And tasted what he came to horrifically realize was piss. And after a minute or two of his old boyfriend filling his new mouth with urine, he felt hands wrap around his handle. The orgasmic pleasure nearly breaking Michaelâs mind entirely, but not enough to free him from his new prison. Or awareness. And as the urine was washed away, Michael cried out in anguish as he came to realize his permanent fate.
âShit that felt good.â Andy grumbled, âAlright, back to work. Opening days in just a week.â
The larger man went to leave, but not before turning back and looking at his new urinal. Something told him he was forgetting something important. A sense of dread filling him. He shook it off and left the bathroom, all under the watchful gaze of his uncleâs ghost.
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Opening day would come and go. And night after night, partygoers enjoyed the club and its atmosphere. Unaware of what had transpired there. And while they might not have been aware, Michael was. Day after day, and hundreds of men later. All filling his mouth and sending him into orgasmic pleasure with just a pull on his handle. Leaving him trapped and begging for freedom. But at least Andy would visit him. To use him of course. And only him. Andy couldnât explain his attraction to that urinal. Nor would he ever realize why.
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Can you write something where Hotch and Jack are picking up reader from daycare/preschool and sheâs just so excited to show them the ring pop a boy gave her and telling them how sheâs married now and theyâre both freaking out lol?
Daycare Drama
Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader
Summary: You had a preschool âmarriageâ though Aaron and Jack were not too thrilled with that idea.
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The team's case had finished early, which meant they were able to go home early. Usually, Aaron stayed overtime to work on paperwork but now that he was a single father, he had to divide his attention between both his work and his kids. He had to pick Jack up from school and you up from daycare, he didnât have time for paperwork at the moment.
Aaron walked into your daycare with Jack, heading past reception and into your colourful preschool room. It was noisy in there, as usual since it held a dozen tiny kids. But among that normal noise was a very familiar squeal and adorable high-pitched giggle that could only belong to one energetic little girl, you.
âDaddy! Jack!!â You squealed loudly, almost tripping over the now-discarded toys that you were playing with. You ran straight over to Aaron, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, repeating the same with Jack.
Aaron smiled and leaned down to your level, ruffling your hair slightly. âHey, Y/N! How was your day today? No biting right?â
You shook your head with an enthusiastic giggle, hiding your little hands behind your back. âNo biting! My day was super duper good. Guess what!?â
Aaron chuckled and gave you a high-five. âGreat job! Guess what? I donât know sweet girl, whatâs up?â
You quickly took your little hand out from behind your back and held it up with a cheeky grin. Your tiny finger was adorned with a red ring pop. âI got married!â
Aarons's face dropped and the smile was faced with a confused frown. âWhat- wait- wait- what? Married?? To who?â
You giggled and pointed across the room, over to one of the little boys who was knocking down block towers. âAndy!â
Jack frowned and shook his head. âN/N! You canât be married, youâre too young!â
You shook your head quickly. âNo no no! Iâm married! We got married at snack time!â
Aaron raised an eyebrow and put his hands on his hips. âI thought I told you no dating till you were 21.â
You groaned and slapped your little hand to your forehead. âDaddy, thatâs centuries away! And weâre not dating, we are married!â
Jack huffed, putting his face in his hands. He was a very protective big brother and the idea of you having a lover was not something he wanted to think about. âThatâs even worse! You canât marry someone without knowing them really well.â
You shook your head and sighed, you were feeling pretty sassy. âI do know him, he plays in the sandpit with me and we share snacks.â
Aaron just sighed and shook his head. âAlright, alright, letâs just get out of hereâŚâ
Of course, Aaron knew it was all just harmless, absolutely nothing serious but he still couldnât help but feel overprotective. You were his baby girl and he didnât want anyone breaking your heart.
âââ
The next day after daycare, you had some news to break. You went over to Aaron and Jack with a fed-up look on your face. âAndy is not my husband anymore!â
Aaron tried to hide the smirk that was creeping up his face, you were upset and he had to sympathise with you, as relieved as he was. âOh, Iâm so sorry to hear that Y/N. What did he do?â
You huffed, placing your little hands on your hips. âHe took Blankie!â You held up your pink blankie that now seemed to be covered in dirt. âHe threw her in the dirt!â
Aaron sighed, shaking his head softly. âThat is not nice of him at all, you deserve a boy who respects you and makes you happy. Not someone who makes you feel bad like Andy did when he threw Blankie in the dirt. Iâll make sure to give Blankie a good wash when we get home, alright?â
You nodded and sighed, giving Aaron a tight hug. âThanks, Daddy, she needs to be clean. Iâm not going near Andy again!â
Aaron chuckled softly and lifted you up into his arms, walking out of the preschool room to sign you out at reception. âYou stick to that, girl! Andy is bad news.â
You nodded in agreement. âBad bad news.â
Aaron knew that as you got older heâd have to get used to the fact that youâd have boyfriends come and go, maybe have your heart broken a few times but that was life. He just hoped youâd find someone that made you happy. If you were happy, he was happy.
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Would it be crazy
Pairing: dilf!Andy Barber x babysitter!ReaderÂ
Summary: Andy remembers your birthday, and you're surprised. But why wouldn't he?Â
Warnings: Age gap, love confessions teheÂ
Word count: ~1,000
a/n: sorryyyy we're skipping the first date for now cause idk how to write that yet 𤪠enjoy a self indulgent birthday thought instead!!!!
After knocking on his door a second time, you sigh and reach for your phone in your pocket to double check his text.Â
He asked a few hours ago if youâd be able to watch his kids tonight. You don't babysit much anymore since you're together, but you figured he's in a pinch if he's asking you instead of their mom, and so last minute.Â
You definitely have the time rightâŚ
While you have it open, you send a quick message letting him know you're at the door.Â
When a couple more moments go by of nothing, you say fuck it. You normally wouldn't let yourself in, all in an attempt to keep some boundaries when you know his kids are around.Â
âHello?â You call out.Â
Itâs oddly quiet when you step through the door, until he comes practically jogging around the corner into the entryway.Â
âYou're here,â he smiles, whisking you into a hug â or at least trying to.
âYeah,â you scoff, not fully submitting to his embrace yet. You press your hands to his chest to keep him at a distance. âI've been knocking and texting you.âÂ
âOh shit,â he winces. His fingers apologetically brushing against the small of your back have you close to giving in already. âIâm sorry, I didn't have my phone by me.âÂ
It's nearly impossible to stay annoyed with him. He wraps his arms tighter around your waist, coaxing you closer. He goes in for a kiss and you drop your hands, ready to forget all about it, but you remember where you are and look around.Â
âThey're not here,â he shakes his head with a smile, leaning in to steal that kiss.Â
âBut you asked me here toâŚâ You raise an eyebrow. It's like he's giddy about something. âWhy are you being weird?âÂ
âI can't believe you said yes on your birthday,â he teases. You can tell he was waiting to blurt it out. But he gives you a look, like he's scolding you for not doing something more fun than hang out with some kids for the evening.Â
âOh⌠Iââ He's caught you off guard. The look on your face softens. You open your mouth to say something, but close it. You didn't expect him to remember your birthday.Â
You settle on joking with him.Â
âYou used your kids to lure me,â you gasp, placing a hand on your chest in faux shock. âYou could have just asked me to come over.âÂ
âThat's no fun,â he smirks. âI needed a way to get you here. I wanted it to be a surprise.âÂ
âWell, it worked.â Your hands come up to gently grab his face, pulling him in for a kiss finally. Your words are murmured against his lips. âConsider me surprised.âÂ
When you pull away for a breath, he takes one of your hands in his to start walking toward his kitchen with you.Â
âYou really didn't have anything better to do tonight?â He quips.Â
âWell, it's a Thursday,â you sigh. âSo no. I'll go out this weekendââÂ
Your voice trails off as you step into the room, seeing everything he planned. This is more than the average date night youâre used to.Â
He has the table set with candles lit. Balloons and a cake. Dinner readyâŚÂ
âDid you make the food?âÂ
You don't mean to sound so astonished at that part, but he's usually not one to cook.Â
âDon't sound so shocked,â he chuckles. âOf course I did.âÂ
A burning smell hits your nose and you know for a fact he's telling the truth now.Â
âYeah, yeah.â He can tell you notice it by the way you scrunch your nose. âI was fighting with the smoke detector before you got here. Probably why I couldnât hear you knocking. I'm sorry again about that.â
âOh, it's okay,â you laugh, patting his back as you lean against his side. âI can't believe you remembered my birthdayâŚâÂ
âWhy wouldn't I?â He gently nudges his shoulder, getting you to lift your head and look at him. âYou told me when it is.âÂ
You just shrug. âI don't know.âÂ
âYou remember mine, don't you?â He teases.
âOf course.â You give him a warning look for doubting you.Â
But it's just part of the point he's trying to make.Â
âSo why wouldn't I remember yours?âÂ
He got you there.Â
âJust not used to someone paying attention to me like that I guess, I don't know.âÂ
You're averting your focus, pretending to look through the gifts on the counter instead of working through your doubts with him.Â
His face falls into a small pout and he kisses your cheek.Â
âSorry, I donât mean to be woah is me about it,â you try to laugh it off. âThank you for remembering.âÂ
âYou're welcome,â he smiles.Â
A bout of silence fills the room until you speak up with a whispered voice. âI like you a lot."
âI like you a lot, too,â he assures, pressing a soft kiss to your lips this time.Â
When he pulls away slightly, you let out a shaky breath that you hope isn't noticeable.Â
âWould it be crazy if I said I love you?âÂ
It's nearly inaudible, but he hears you. The corner of his mouth twitches as he represses his smile from growing any bigger.Â
âWell, I don't knowâŚâ He says, acting like he's thinking about it. âWould it be crazy if I said it back?âÂ
You let out a laugh, laced with relief. âNo.â
âSo no, neither of us are crazy.âÂ
âI love you,â you say softly.Â
âI love you, too.âÂ
The two of you share a kiss that's dizzying, but also feels impossible to pull away from.Â
When you do, your eyes catch something on the counter.Â
âIs that a cookie cake?â You ask, still a little breathless.Â
âYeah,â he nods, pulling it closer for you to look at. âI remember you saying once that you don't like regular cake, soâŚâ
âYou're killing me,â you groan, but can't help but laugh.Â
He smiles, but braces himself for your answer. âIn a good way?â
âIn the best way,â you promise, resting your head against his chest. âI can't believe you. Thank you.âÂ
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Su doctora
Today was the day you started working with the Barça medical center and you were so excited! Not to mention it was your boyfriends official first day back with the team.
Many people undermined your skill and said you only got the job because youâre dating Gavi but that was far from the truth. You only started dating Gavi after the acceptance letter came to your mail box a few months after finishing medical school.
âIm nervous amor!!â You say checking your stethoscope and Gavi hugged your from behind smiling at the two of you in the mirror.
âDonât be..Iâll be your first patient doctoraâ he smirked kissing your neck and you giggled pulling away and turning around in his hold.
âWe need to keep it profesional today, okay amor?â You remind him of the rules of the club and he promised to behave.
âAlright, letâs go preciosa!â You two drove together walking in hand it hand before he had to go meet the team and you went to the medical wing to prep everything before their arrival.
âHola amigo!â Andy was first to greet Gavi who was very happy thatâs his friend was finally back home. This was their season and Gavi could feel it.
âIs it true your girl is our doctora today?â Hector said with a smirk and Pablo clenched his jaw..he never thought he would get so jealous of another guy calling you âdoctoraâ which was your title after allâŚbut you were his doctora!
âYeah, she started working so donât give her a hard time boysâ Gavi said and they all agreed. Pablo really wanted to punch that smirk off Hectors face!
Shortly after they were called in by a nurse.
âGavi youâre upâ nurse said and he proudly stood up excited to see you even thought you were together not even thirty minutes.
When he walked in seeing you in your white coat and your hair tied pack..you looked breath taking to him..so much so he had to remind himself to remain professional.
âHolaâŚwhere do you want me doctoraâ he said and you blushed looking at his bright smile while instructing him to lay on the bed while you connected all the monitors on his raked chest.
âJust breathe normallyâ you said and Pablo nodded focusing on the task. Only when he saw the nurse walk away to grab measurements from another player did Gavi grab your hand and you turned around.
âHe called you doctora..and I donât like itâ he whispered and you held his hand tightly blushing a little..you could t believe something so silly got your boy jealous.
âWho amor???â You ask and he looked towards Hector who was next in line to be checked.
âI am a doctora Pabloâ you remind him but he only clenched his jaw letting go of your hand when the nurse returned. He knew he had no reason to be mad at you but he hated the fact that you didnât care if that cabron called you doctora.
âAm I done?â He asked obviously angry and you sighed not really having the time to deal with his antics right now as you nodded and he left to finish the rest of his rests..you wished he didnât make such a big deal.
âHi doctoraâ HĂŠctor said and you didnât give him much attention connecting his device and turning to see Gavi who was getting measured while giving the boy daggers
After you checked all of them and it was time for their training you just couldnât let Pablo leave angry at you..you wanted to make up before he left.
âGavi..I forgot to analyze your heart if you could come back quickly?â You said and all the boys smirked while your boyfriend proudly walked past Hector and closed the door behind himself.
âQue? I know you already checked my heart..â he said still passively aggressive. You signed pulling him to the corner and placing your hand over his heart.
âHmm I did that long time ago mi niĂąoâŚâ you whisper looking up with him with pleading eyes and he signed trying to surprise a smile but couldnât.
âPlease donât be angry Gavitooâ you said and he took a few looks at your eyes before finally nodding his head.
âIâm sorry..but now that you work here they will all call you doctora..I just have to get used to itâ he said sadly and you touched his face making him look at you before going on your tip toes and kissing his lips softly.
âBut Iâm only su doctora Pablitoâ you say into the kiss feeling him smile brightly.
âHmm I am gonna call you mi doctora from now on, bueno?â He said and you blush nodding your head.
âBuenoâ you agreed
âBueno, ven aqui mi doctora..â he said holding your jaw before deepening the kiss while holding you in his strong arms protectively.
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billy meets andy in fourth grade.
andyâs a year older than the rest of the class and doesnât ever talk.
billy gets paired with him for a project and andy doesnât move. billy stands up and calls his name but he still doesnât turn around.
âandyâs deaf, billy.â ms. mackenzie tells him.
âoh.â billyâs eyes widen. heâs stumped, for a moment. âum. how do iâŚâ
billy trails off. not sure what he wants to ask, exactly.
âjust make sure he can read your lips.â
billy nods. he walks over to stand in front of andy and holds out a hand. like he sees adults do. andy raises his eyebrows but takes billyâs hand. shakes it. billy tells him his name and andy smiles.
andyâs taller than billy. most people are but billy still whales on anyone who makes fun of andy. billyâs small, sure. but heâs scrappy.
heâs sitting outside the principals office with mark pâs blood on his knuckles when andy walks past. billy pulls a face and andy laughs.
billy likes it when andy laughs.
andy uses sign language to talk to his sister and his aunt.
teaches billy, when he asks.
billy shows some of it to his mom. teaches her how to tuck her two middle fingers down, index and little finger pointed skyward and thumb sticking out.
âlike this?â she asks, forehead creased in concentration.
âuh-huh.â billy smiles. puffs out his chest. proud. âit means âi love you.ââ
billyâs walking andy home when andy points up at the stars dotting a purple sky. signs pretty. billy walks right into him when he suddenly stops walking.
andy catches billy when he stumbles.
sand shifts beneath billyâs feet as he leans up on his toes to kiss andy. itâs childish. a quick peck, awkward and clumsy. billy doesnât really know why he did it but andy doesnât frown or push billy away.
he smiles, instead.
signs pretty again and hugs billy tight.
billyâs mom leaves and neil loses his job. they move away and billy doesnât see andy again. neil calls him words that didnât exist in andyâs world.
when billyâs seventeen, neil packs up again. takes him, max and susan to hawkins. neilâs family. and billy.
billy locks eyes with steve harrington across the parking lot in september. gets on his knees and blows him in tinaâs parents guest bathroom in october.
steve corners him in the showers after practice the next day. reopens the split on billyâs lip and gets blood all over his own.
they communicate with hands, mostly. grabbing, pushing, pulling. jerking each other off in the backseat of steveâs car. fists come in to play when billy finds steve in a house alone with a bunch of kids, max included.
billyâs bruises are somehow worse a week later and steve tells him to come over that evening. doesnât ask. just tells.
billy sneers. spits and swears at steve.
rocks on his heels as he waits on the harringtonâs doorstep at 9:15.
âyouâre late.â steve says.
billy doesnât say anything. doesnât need to.
something changes after that. steve fucks billy in his plaid nightmare of a room and drags him to the bathroom to dab at his cuts and scrapes right after.
brushes the backs of his knuckles across bruised ribs and frowns.
billy tugs at his hair and brings their lips together. almost gentle.
itâs too fragile for a name, whatever they have.
itâs summer when billy first mentions andy. billyâs sitting on steveâs bed and steveâs looking at him in the way that he does whenever billy reveals a part of himself. eager to soak it up and bask in it.
billy shows steve how to sign his name. how to say please and thank you, bitch and motherfucker.
âwhatâs-â steveâs hair has fallen over his forehead and billy reaches out to brush it back. unthinking. âwhatâs âi love youâ?â
billy freezes.
his heart pounds. they havenât- they donât-
âyou sweet on someone, harrington?â teasing is easy and billyâs a coward.
âoh, you know.â steve shrugs and it would be casual if he wasnât looking at billy like that. âkinda.â
âyeah?â billy looks away. focuses on steveâs boxers which billy knows have been in that exact spot on the floor for the last three days. âanyone i know?â
âyou might.â
billy shakes his head, grins. âhot?â he asks.
steve just nods, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he edges his fingers towards billyâs on the comforter until theyâre intertwined.
billy opens his mouth but steve leans forward and kisses the next smart ass response right off of his lips. winds long fingers into his hair and steals billyâs breath away.
makes his stomach do flips in that way that only steve can.
billy leaves with a smile on his face.
something crashes into his car on the drive back and everything goes dark.
five months, a âmall fireâ, a shadow monster and seemingly endless hours stuck in a hospital bed later, billy finds himself in a house straight out of texas chainsaw, standing next to max as everyone debates on what to do next.
billy keeps quiet. doesnât have much to say these days. he bites at his lower lip before looking across the room at steve.
steve smiles at him. something small and private.
everyoneâs talking, no oneâs paying attention to them.
steve raises his right hand. tucks his two middle fingers down and points the other two toward the ceiling, thumb sticking out.
billyâs cheeks flush and his heart pounds.
thinks it might jump right out of his chest if he isnât careful.
his stomach does somersaults and he vows that if they get out of this, heâll tell steve.
heâll tell him.
for now he raises his left hand. two fingers down, two up, thumb out.
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Letâs Start the New Year Right
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
18+ minors DNI
desc: Spencer and reader get invited to a chill, casual NYE party. But things heat up right at the stroke of midnight.
cw: food mention, Spencer is a little awkward in the beginning, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex (in a bathroom)... Let me know if I missed anything
wc: 1667
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âI canât go dressed like this? People will laugh at me.âÂ
Spencer looks himself over in the mirror for the tenth time, running a hand down his sweatshirt. It was New Years Eve and you two werenât doing anything too crazy, just spending time at your friend Andies house with a few others. Sheâd just bought said house and was desperate for you and the rest of your friends to see it. And what better time than New Year's Eve?
âThey will not laugh at you. Andie said she wanted everyone to be casual and casual means jeans and sweatshirts,â you called from inside your closet. âAnd weâll be out by the fire. Youâll be more comfortable like this. Trust me.âÂ
You peak around the corner to his portion of the closet, a small smile tugging at your lips. He looks cute, more dressed down than you usually see him. In fact, this is the most youâve seen him in the past three weeks. Serial killers donât take breaks, even during the holidays. So off he and the team went to bum-fuck-nowhere Alabama and missed Christmas.
It was disappointing to say the least.Â
But it was his job, something he warned you of previously. However, it didnât mean him missing important days didnât hurt. But you sucked it up and smiled through it. Plus, it didnât matter. He was home and he was safe.Â
âI do trust you. But I donât want to be underdressed.â He sighs moving to grab his tennis shoes, sitting on the little poof seat you insisted on buying. (And that he secretly loved. Not that heâd admit it.)Â
You pull your hair out of the back of your sweatshirt, smoothing it down and grabbing a warm hat. âYou wonât be. This isnât like Rossiâs where we dress to the nines and get drunk on champagne.âÂ
You see him grin as he ties his shoes, a small blush rising on his ears.Â
âYeah he was sad we were coming this year. I, however, am excited we arenât going. I have spent more than enough time with all of them. Theyâll survive without me for a night.âÂ
You giggle, walking towards him and hugging him from behind. âYes, baby, your friends will survive without you. Youâre all mine tonight.â You kiss his cheek before straightening and checking your phone, âwe should head out, sweetheart. Andie will be pissed if weâre late.âÂ
The drive to Andies was short, filled with Spencer's long winded explanation about why you and he bought your house at the âmost perfect timeâ. You loved listening to him ramble, even if half the time he spoke gibberish. You were thankful you could google some of the super big words he used.Â
The second youâre parked outside the house, big, beautiful and full of holiday cheer, you see Spencer tense. Youâd think after six years together, heâd be more calm around your friends. They helped him with the proposal after all and he still has the group chat. The group chat where they send him memes he doesnât understand. However, no matter the time, he isnât the most comfortable with anyone but you. And more so in your bedroom.Â
You find it⌠endearing to say the least.Â
You reach over and grab his hand, squeezing it three times i am here. âReady?âÂ
He squeezes back and nods, âI am⌠I think.âÂ
Itâs all you need before getting out and never once letting go of Spencerâs hand.Â
Andie stands at the door, smile on her face, two glasses of punch in her hands. âThere is my best friend and her hot as fuck fiance!â
Spencer practically cringes at her words, never being one who could handle a compliment. Even if he was the most beautiful human youâve ever seen.Â
âHi! Sorry weâre late. We had a late night. You know how it is, serial killers killing during the holidays. Dr. Reid forever having to save the day.â You pat his chest, looking up at him fondly.Â
He loves when you look at him like that, eyes so wide, filled to the brim with love. He kisses your head andÂ
Andie fake gags, handing you the drinks in her hand. âYes, yes. Get inside before we let the kitten out and before the cold air comes in.âÂ
You sip it, the vodka making your chest feel warm. Spencer looks down at the cup before looking back at you, âI canât drink. Want this?â You nod, taking it and pouring it into your cup. âA-andie do you have water? Bottled? I donât like sink water and fridge water tastes funny so bottled is better. Even though itâs not good for the environment.
âBut itâs not really us that needs to worry. Itâs the famous people who really pollute the envi-âÂ
Andie cuts him off, âSpencie baby, you donât have to explain this to me. I have plenty of bottled water. Want a cold one or a room temp one?âÂ
Spencer curls his lips over his teeth, a small blush creeping up his neck, âcold is fine. Thank you, Andie.âÂ
âYouâre welcome sweet thing.â She digs in her fridge and finds the bottle, handing it to him. âNow, time for a tour.âÂ
âŚÂ
It takes a good few minutes for her to show you both around the house, making sure she explains every single detail even down to the persian rug her current boyfriend bought her when he went to visit his mother.Â
Spencer, of course, went on and on about this, that and the third. It was cute.Â
But soon you were in Spencer's lap, staying warm by a fire and roasting a marshmallow while Spencer got the chocolate and graham crackers ready. You were two drinks and three shots in, happily buzzed but not even close to drunk.Â
âYou are so hot when you open chocolate. Sâanyone ever told you that?â You say it quietly, not wanting to embarrass him in front of anyone.Â
He smirks, using the top graham cracker to slide the toasted marshmallow off of the stick and smoosh it between the other cracker and chocolate. âNo one has ever told me that. But there is a first for everything.âÂ
He takes the first bite before handing you the rest. You pout a little and he laughs. âYou ate my smore! Not fair.âÂ
He kisses you, lips brushing over yours gently, âI will make you another when you finish that one.â âWhat happened to my shy boy? Getting bossy out here.â You smirk, knowing youâre pushing his buttons.
âI didnât hear you complaining last night when I fucked you into the mattress.â He says right in your ear, nipping at it slightly.Â
You shiver, squirming in his lap. âYou-you canât do this to me. We canât fuck here.âÂ
He kisses your temple, âthere are four bathrooms here. We totally could. They all lock, I made sure.âÂ
Andie claps her hands, âten minutes till midnight!âÂ
Spencer grips your thigh, âwhat a way to ring in the new year? Me buried inside you.âÂ
You cross your legs, trying anything to get some friction.Â
âTheyâll notice, Spence.â You look around, no one is paying attention to you, most of them sucking face with their dates.
âOh baby, they wonât notice.âÂ
Before you know it, your pants and underwear are on the bathroom floor, and Spencer's face buried in your cunt. You bite your fist to quiet the moan. For some reason, it was extremely hot getting eaten out with the possibility of someone hearing you. But that didnât mean you wanted to get caught.Â
âSo pretty bunny.â He purrs from below you. He pushes two fingers inside you, easily opening you up. He knows your body better than you do, making mental notes of every little moan, gasp, and sigh that leaves your lips. Because of this it isnât long before he has you falling over the edge, somehow keeping your moans quiet.
âTime,â He asks as he stands, towering over you.
You check your phone with shaky fingers, â11⌠11:50âÂ
Spencer pulls at his belt with fervor, pushing his pants down till they pool at his ankles. âGotta keep you quiet for another ten minutes.âÂ
His lips are on yours, swallowing your moans as he pushes all the way inside you. He doesnât waste time, his hips snapping against yours. His lips travel from your lips and down your neck, moving your sweatshirt to the side to suck hickies where no one can see them.Â
âJust for me,â heâd always say. âOnly for me.âÂ
âSpencer, please.â How you manage to whisper it is beyond you. But it doesnât matter with the way heâs moving.Â
âShh⌠Iâve got you, bunny.â He snaps his hips faster.Â
Your second orgasm comes right at 11:58. And it isnât long before you can hear your friends counting down.Â
Ten.
âFuck bunny. Feel so good.âÂ
Nine
âS-spencerâŚâÂ
Eight
His hand covers your mouth, muffling your growing moans.Â
SevenÂ
âI know you donât want to get caught.âÂ
SixÂ
ââSpecially not so close to midnight. Right?âÂ
FiveÂ
You shake your head no. Eyes staying locked with his.
Four
A wicked smirk crosses his lips, his confidence growing.Â
Three
âSâwhat I thought.âÂ
TwoÂ
His thrust grow more and more sloppy and before long his head falls into your shoulder and his orgasm rips through him, spilling inside you.Â
One
His kiss is hard, hands on the sides of your face while he makes out with you, riding out the rest of his orgasm. Heâs panting as he pulls back, Spencer's forehead resting on yours.Â
âHappy New Years, sweet angel.â
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I hope you enjoyed! This is my first fic in almost a year. Im nervous to say the least lmao. I love you all â¤ď¸
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I am in need for another chan taking care of you on ur period. But could it be a one-shot? And could it be husband!channie?
I hope you like it, its a bit short but hmm...If you want a part two let me know!
Annoyed
[Husband Channie taking care of you on your period]
BangChan x Reader
đ¤ read guide lines in Masterlist!
THIS IS (OBVIOUSLY) ALL FICTION AND IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY! THIS IS MY PERCEPTION OF HOW I THINK SKZ WOULD BEHAVE IN SITUATIONS LIKE THIS AKA, NOT REAL.
07:03 PM
So, what do you wanna eat for dinner tonight? Hmm I think we still have some left-overs from yesterday, that´ll be fine, right? You stayed quiet for a second. He looked at you as he was still folding the towels. Right baby? You nod. Yeah, sure whatever. It pissed you off. You didn´t really know why. Litterly anything else would´ve been better than having the same thing as yesterday. He noticed your change in behavour but didn´t comment on it. You kept folding laundry together as you turned the tv up a bit. Oh this part is so sad. I love it though. Toy story 3 was playing and it was the part where Andy gave his toys to Bonnie. You paused your folding for a second and sat down on the couch between all the clothes. Watching closely at the tv, as Andy drove away. You started tearing up. Chris noticed and walked closer to you, petting you soflty on your back. It´s just a movie babe, it´s okay. He said as he comforted you. I know, but it´s just so sad. You replied as you were now basically sobbing. Oh honey, why does it affect you so much all of a sudden? He hugged you tightly. I don´t know! You said a little too irritated. I don´t know why I´m crying so much. Sorry. Don´t be sorry baby. You´re feeling emotional, it´s human. Chris already knew something was up, and by the looks of it all, with even the comment about the food earlier, he knew exactly what time it was. Shark week had offically begun. Look, how about we order some pizza tonight hm? We can just order in and we can cuddle all night on the couch watching as many Disney movies as you want, Hm? You got confused. I thought you said left-overs was fine. Yeah, but when you´re on your period, you deserve a little extra love. Even more than usual. How did you know? He shrugged. You got a bit insecure and irratated by yourself, loosening yourself from his embrace. He knew you always got a bit defensive and indipendent on these days. You were married after all, and had lived together for a year, if not more. Yet most of the time he´d be at work during these days, and he mostly send you sweet texts and only gave loving cuddles at night, since well, he just wasn´t home. This vacation time he had gotten from the company was fun, but also new. You were together so much more now and on these kinda days, you just weren´t used to it. I´m fine. We can just eat the left-overs. You said as you wiped your tears away and took on a strong atitude. Hm, are you sure? I kinda want pizza. Your moodswings were all over the place and you got annoyed now. Well you could go eat pizza by yourself then. You were done with your half of the laundry and put it in the basket. You sighed and wanted to walk away, to put it in the right closet, when suddenly he grabbed your waist. He fell down on the couch with you still in his embrace. He started tickling you soflty and you started giggling. Pretending to still be a little annoyed but he didn´t budge. Chris! No, I´m not letting you go, nope, not happening. Chris, hahaha, stoooop, I´m serious. Nope, not until you agree we should just eat pizza, and you will let me take care of you for once. You stopped giggling and looked at him lovingly. He had slowly stopped the tickles and looked at you too. Eyes inches from each other, he gave you a soft kiss. Please baby, let me take care of you. I know you act like you can handle it all on your own, and trust me I know you can. But I want to pamper you. You deserve it, especially now. Whenever Chris did have time, he´d always do small romantic things either way. You loved that about him. So less time, so much effort. Always. Alright we can order pizza... He smiled and hugged you tighter. And maybe a hot bath? It´ll help with the cramps, right? We could eat the pizza in the bath too? Oooh, and even better, how about we take my laptop and we can watch a movie. All at the same time? Does that sound good? You loved his maximum effort and your mood had switched to nothing else but love and admiration. Yes, that actually sounds really nice baby. He kissed you again. Both of you had a very calming and relaxing night.
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Despondency turned rapture
Pairing: Stepdad Andy Barber x Stepson Male reader
Summary: A recent family passing took a deep toll on you. Never have you ever felt so isolated from humanity. The only thing keeping you going are the lewd activities between you and your stepfather
Word count: 2.1k+
Warnings: 18+, ANGST, mentions of death, SMUT, age gap (reader just turned 18, Andy is 42) drunk Andy, reader is a stoner, intimacy in the shower, Dom Andy, deep kissing, skin biting, stripping, spanking, fingering, prostate orgasm, oral sex, face fucking, unprotected sex, cum control, breeding, cuddling
A/N: Hey everyone thanks for all your support lately. This is my first Steve only fic, hope you enjoy! (If you have any questions/requests, feel free to ask me in my bio;)
You're not quite sure how your life crumbled apart so easily. One moment you're frolicking in the park with your beloved mother and stepfather, then you're hyperventilating in a hospital hoping your mother's life could see another day.
*FLASHBACK 6 MONTHS*
"Mom! P-please *sniffle* please stay with me!" you pled as you tightly gripped your mothers hand, her body laying near lifeless on the hospital bed. "Sir! Why are you in the room? Your mother is in a fragile state I understand your pain but you need to exit immediately!" the frantic doctor yelled as he tried to pry you from your mother.
"Get the hell off me!" you yelled as you shoved the doctor into the concrete wall. "Mom! Mom! Answer me!" you cried as tears stained your cheeks, feeling helpless as your mother remains unresponsive.
And then it came
The longest, most heartbreaking beep you've ever heard in your whole life. The beep that signified the death of your mother. You fell to your knees as you've just accepted what reality has become, a reality without your mother.
"Y/N! What happened? Is she okay?" your stepdad Andy panicked as he rushed over to you, seeing your mother. "N-no, NO! NO!" Andy screamed as he hugged your body tightly, in grievance of your dead mother. Both of you sat on the floor, drowned in tears as you've both lost the dearest person in your lives.
The trip out of the hospital was one that wasn't that long, but for you and Andy? It was a million years. It took a host of angels to get you out of that hospital, several doctors needed to escort you out of the hospital room. That day, a part of you was never the same, you became an incomplete puzzle with a forever missing piece.
*FLASHFORWARD TO PRESENT*
You sit in your bed, still grieving your dear mothers death. A mountain of disposables piling up in the corner of the room, making the room reek of weed. A deep and scratchy exhale left your mouth as you continue to sit in your room, refusing to leave your domain. It seems like years since you've spoken to anyone,
Well, almost anyone
The only trustworthy person in your life? Your stepdad Andy. You two have always had a close relationship, you both understood each other on a level no one else (besides your mother) could. But little did each of you know, the deep feelings you both felt for each other. I mean, how could one resist Andy? His beautiful blue eyes that dilated each time he saw you, his broad figure and chiseled muscles, his structured face and sexy beard. You knew it was wrong, especially after your mothers death, but it was something out of your control.
"Y-Y/N! G-get your ass o-over h-here!" he yelled, slurring his words amid his recent alcohol addiction. You slumped off your bed and walked over to Andy's bedroom, the unpleasant aroma of alcohol filled the room as you shut the door; bottles upon bottles of beer stacked in his closet.
"Y/N, y-you better s-stop sm-smoking, i-it'll kill you. If I f-find one more goddamn c-cart in the t-trash, I-I'm whooping your ass. Understand?" he said, barely able to connect his words together. "You think y-you can talk? It smells like shit in here, I don't know how you keep all those muscles and that jawline when all you do is drink all the fucking time! Give it a fucking break already!" you yelled, right before a thick hand smacked your cheek, you held your face.
Andy grabbed your face yelling, "You speak t-to me like t-that again? I'll fucking k-kill you, understand?" squeezing your face. You nodded as tears formed and fell down your face. You ran out of Andy's room, into your room, slamming the door, staying there for what seemed like an eternity, but was only 2 days.
*FLASHFORWARD 2 DAYS LATER*
A light knock on the door awakened your seemingly endless slumber. You stood up, feeling sticky and extremely hungry, and dragged your body towards the door and opened it to a surprisingly healthy Andy, who didn't smell.
"Hey y/n, I know you probably want to talk to me but, I'm really concerned about you. You haven't left your room in ages and your mothers death (tears up) left its toll on both of us, but I know she wants us to find happiness in our lives. So please, would you come out? Maybe we could spend some time together?" he asked, caressing the cheek that he slapped the other day.
You gave him a blank expression, still feeling a little scared of Andy after what happened yesterday. "Fine". You finally walked out of your room, the sunshine blinding you as you sit down on the couch.
"Now, let's get you cleaned up. Honey, can you please take a shower?" Andy asked, his cute nickname for you leaving you a little bit surprised. You reluctantly entered the bathroom, it seems like an eternity since you last entered it. You undressed yourself and turned on the hot water, waiting for steam to accumulate before you entered. The hot water dampening your soft skin as you cleanse yourself for the first time since your mothers death. As you were washing your hair, you noticed the bathroom door slowly creaked open. The feeling of curiosity and anxiety filled you as you waited for someone to show up.
"Y/N? Can I come in?" Andy asked, as the door was still slightly ajar.
"Come in"
Andy walked in with a white tank top that perfectly illustrated his large biceps and broad shoulders, and, it got hard, and, it seemed that he realized this. He walked over to the shower and opened the door
"Hey! Get out! I need some privacy!" you yelled as you covered your private parts, slightly blushing. "Oh I'm sorry, lemme just close this" Andy said as he seductively slapped your ass, causing you to jolt and moan a little. "GET OUT!" you yelled, clearly aggravated, little did he know a little turned on as well. He left before you finished your shower, you turned off the water, dried yourself off and put on a tight little black tank top and some shorts.
You walked out and approached Andy in the living room, still a little surprised at what he did in the bathroom. "H-hey Andy, sorry I got mad at you there" you chuckled. "Oh it's all good Y/N, in the end, that was my bad. Come sit with me, the patriots are on right now" he said to you, bringing you over to the couch, sitting you next to him.
Oh God
You were feeling things you never felt before, things you shouldn't be feeling, he was your... stepdad. This was wrong, you couldn't help but feel butterflies race around your stomach, your body temperature rising as Andy got closer and more touchy with you.
"So Y/N, you like football?" he asked you, wrapping his muscular arm around your shoulder. You didn't answer him; you couldn't even think straight you were going crazy, sweat accumulating on your forehead.
"Y/N? Why so silent?"
"S-sorry I'm just-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before you found the six foot one man hands all over you, pinning you to the couch.
"H-hey! What're you doing!" you whined out as he got closer and closer to your face. "Oh Y/N, sweet innocent Y/N, I know you like me, in fact, you love me." he said, tightening his grip on you as he was practically an inch away from your face. "N-no Andy, this is wrong! You're my stepdad! What would mom think?" "Y/N, at a certain time, you have to move on, your mother was an amazing person, she would want us to be happy right?"
You shrugged your shoulders in response before Andy's lips crashed onto yours, your tongues twisting together, fighting for dominance; you lost. "Mm baby I've been waiting years for this, you don't understand how hard I'm gonna fuck you" he huffed as he continued kissing you, moving onto your neck. "Fuck, daddy" you moaned.
"Mm, daddy huh? I like that name, you only address me as that now, understand?" You whimpered in response as Andy started biting and sucking on your neck. Moans and whines leaving your mouth as your own stepfather was leaving hickeys on your baby soft skin.
When he was finished with you, you were a moaning and whining mess, breathing in and out at a rapid pace as Andy's eyes starting filling with something, insurmountable lust. "Strip for daddy" he commanded as he put you on your knees. You slowly removed your clothing unveiling your beautiful and slim frame.
Andy stared at your angelic figure, completely awestruck by the beauty that stand before him. He grabbed onto your shoulders and started sucking on your skin again. "Mm fuck baby! You taste as good as you look, you're gonna feel so good with me inside you!"
"Mm, fuck me daddy!" you moaned as the bearded man vigorously bit and licked your skin. He grabbed your body and placed your moaning figure over his lap; you knew exactly what part was next. He squeezed and fondled your cheeks, praising them before his hands gripped them firmly.
"Count"
"o-one" *SMACK* his hand swiftly cuffed your right cheek, causing you to wince in pain, and a wee bit of pleasure.
"two" *SMACK* he smacked your left cheek with even more force, causing you to scream as a tear leaked from your eye.
Said smack became 5 smacks, then 15, then 30. At 31, your ass cheeks were tinted red and tears stained your cheeks as your stepdad had just smacked the hell out of your ass.
"Oh baby, don't cry. Daddy is so proud of you, and he thinks it's time for your reward, baby. Come on, open up"
You aversely spread your legs open, leaning up on the couch you were sitting on. Right then and there, Andy slowly inserted his thick fingers into your tight and tiny hole. He used his spit as a lubricant to make the trip nice and smooth, causing moans and whines to constantly leave your mouth.
"Daddy! Ugh! Fuck daddy! That feels so good!" you whined as his fingers went in and out of your hole.
"Oh baby I love to hear you moan, it's like music to my ears. Now, this might hurt, just sit still ok sweetie?" he kindly said as he started finger fucking you with multiple fingers. Your moans started becoming screams as the feeling of pleasure, pain, and discomfort consumed your body.
"D-daddy! I c-can't take it anymore! I'm g-gonna cum!" you whined as you could feel your cock twitch uncontrollably, completely wet with pre-cum.
"Oh no you don't" he said cupping your cock in his other hand, making you even more horny. "Daddy can't have you cumming yet, I know you can do it, be a good boy for daddy". At this point, you were practically walking on strings, shear milliseconds away from shooting your load.
Andy finally released his fingers from you, sucking on them. "Delicious. Oh baby, you're such a determined little boy, thank you for not cumming, daddy appreciates it! Now, get on your knees baby, daddy needs to unload a little". You were still a little weak from Andy finger fucking you, but you got on your knees as Andy unleashed his meat. You've been picked down by many, but nothing surmounted Andy's cock. It looked to be 8 inches long, and insanely thick. You licked his bitter tip, causing him to groan out, before you started sucking his dick.
It didn't take much before you started gagging, your drool spilling from your mouth as Andys dick invaded every corner of your mouth. "T-take it easy b-baby. Oh fuck! Baby you look so good around my dick like this!" He started to thrust into your face, you almost fell back at his aggression. The sound of moans filled the room as Andy could feel himself getting close. Noticing this, you started moaning and whining on his dick, sending vibrations up his dick. "F-fuck baby" he moaned as he shot his thick and warm cum into your mouth, filling your mouth with his baby batter.
"Oh baby you did so well! Now, it's time for the grand finale! Come on baby, face down, ass up"
You stood crawled up on the couch and did as he asked, face down, ass up, your hole still lubricated after Andy's fingers violated it. "This is a very special memory Y/N, let's make the most of it. Alright?" he softly said before he violently thrusted his cock in your hole, going in and out aggressively.
"Daddy! Ugh! I love your cock so much daddy!" you whined as his meat was invading every bit of your insides. His thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier by the second as the pleasure he felt weakened his knees.
That's when it happened
His dick thrusted into your prostate causing you to go crazy, cock twitching uncontrollably as cum shot from your cock onto the couch, practically painting a section white. "B-baby, I-I'm close, y-you're doing so well" Andy groaned as he was once again close from summing, this time inside you.
"I love you daddy!" you screamed as your legs started to wobble. At those words, Andy lost it. His cock shooting ropes and ropes of cum into your velvety walls, painting them white. You both collapsed on the couch, completely drowned in pleasure after having sex the best sex of your lives. You crawled up onto Andy's muscles, cuddling up against him.
"I love you" you said before you lightly kissed his lips
"I love you too Y/N" he huffed before you both fell asleep in each others arms
THE END
Thanks for reading:)
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Dating PEN15 characters would include...
ft. maya, anna, shuji, alex, dustin, sam, brandt, andy
⤡ Maya
Maya would be so happy that you two are dating, like really. She would be kinda insecure so sometimes you would have to assure her that you love her and only her. Anna would be really happy for you two. Late night talks on the phone. PDA in the public is like holding hands or little kiss on a cheek, if she feels confident enough. She would often buy you some of your fav snacks.Matching necklaces or bracelets. She would be awkward at first but after a few weeks of dating, she would be less awkward. Styling her hair, she loves when you touch her hair. In private she would be more affection, but you have to take things slow.
⤡ Anna
Anna would be also very happy about the fact that you two are dating. Also insecure so you have to assure her that she is the only one for you. She would loves to cuddle you for sure, but at first she would know how, so you will have to help her a bit. Matching t-shirts and pyjamas. Lots of silly photos together. She has few photos of you she took whenever she found you beautiful (which is all the time but yk). You made a playlist together and she listens to it ALL THE TIME. She loves when you do her make-up, but she also loves doing your make-up. Going on a date every Monday. Trying new foods together sometimes at home and sometimes on the dates. She really loves you and she is often scared that she will lose you..
⤡ Shuji
OMG Shuji was over the moon when you said that you love him. Movie nights! He loves cuddling with you (I think he's kinda touchstarved yk) Probably the most fav cuddling position is him being the big spoon, he feels like he's protecting you. But sometimes when he's too tired, he buries his face into your neck and wrap his arms around your waist. Night walks and deep talks whenever one of you need to get something off your chest. He LOVES when you play with his hair or scratch his scalp while cuddling. Ass and thighs guy, but he prefers your face and eys. Neck kisses are his favourite, if I don't count your lips. Maya thinks you are the prettiest girl in the world (Shuji thinks it too) and she often come to you with Anna and asks for help with girl stuff. Very protective bf!!
⤡ Alex
Pretty chill bf but whenever someone insults you or hurts you in any other way, he snaps and will beat the person up. Shows you off and Heather is jealous that Alex found someone prettier than her so she will kinda bully you but she quickly notice that you don't take any of her mean comments. He loves kissing you on the lips, but kiss on the nose will also do it. Cuddles whenever he has a chance. Ass guy definitely. He loves watching horror movies with you. He is a small spoon most of the time because he loves when you hold him and he can easily grab and squeeze you ass cuz he's lower (yk what i mean). He loves watching you (admiring you) and it doesn't matter what are you doing, he just find you beautiful at every moment.
⤡ Dustin
Protective bf! Matching earings. Movie nights at his place, mostly watching some comedies or sci-fi movies. Sitting on his back when he does push-ups. Forehead or neck kisses are his favourite, but he also loves your lips. Hugs from behind. Hot quickies in the boys locker room. Thighs guy. Smacks your ass whenever he has a chance. Playful teasing and bullying each other. When you two are cuddling he loves holding you from behind so your ass is in his lap, his arms around your waist and his head behind yours so he can easily kiss your neck or the back of your head. He LOVES LOVES when you stoke his hair and scratching his scalp. He loves when you cups his face with your hands and kiss him. His parents loves you a lot, but not more then him.
⤡ Sam
He is like a teddy bear, big and cuddly. Your lips are his favourite and his second favourite is kiss on your cheeks. Watching him wrestling and being his biggest fan. His boy friends are litttle jealous that Sam has a girlfriend and they don't, but after all they are really happy for you two. I think he is a big fan of star wars, so star wars marathons. Baking together. Painting his nails. He loves your voice, like you can just talk about the most boring thing in the world but still he will listen to you and find in calming. PDA in public is mostly holding your hand or holds you by your waist and sometimes kiss on the cheeks. He doesn't like picking between ass, thighs or boobs so he always chooses your smile because he loves it the most, jk he loves all of you.
⤡ Brandt
Brandt will show you off ALL THE TIME. He is so proud about the fact that you two are dating. He is such a tease so he will tease you all the time. Tits guy 100%! He is always using his tongue whenever you guys kiss. Calling you hottie. Movie nights, which often end with the two of you passionately kissing on his bed, the movie is completely forgotten. He has always his hand on you, like your waist, thigh, lower back, doesn't matter. PDA in public wild, like he will just french kiss you in front of everybody with no shame. He will protect you and he doesn't like when any other guy or a girl is looking at you. Sleepovers are mostly at your place, because of his parents.
⤡ Andy
Andy would be the most protective of them all. If someone even dares to insult you, they're dead. He will beat them up. There was a lot of times he got into a fight with some other guy because of you. When he's working out, he likes when you're watching him or helping him, like being on his back when he's doing push-ups, holding his legs when he's doing sit-ups etc. Most of the time you will have a hic on your neck, he just can't get enough of you, you're driving him crazy. He will sneak into your bedroom late at night just to see you and talk to you. Ass guy. Playing fights together and he always lets you win just to see your beautiful smile you do when you win. Kissing your forehead whenever you are upset. His hugs are the best because of his strong arms.
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Hi!! I love your writing and hope youâre doing great. May I request a break up scenario with yandere!Andrew?
Yandere!Andrew Graves x Reader
TW: Dark material, mentions of a unalived person, manipulation, andrew calls reader a dumb bunny, very toxic relationship, Andrew drags reader around by the hair (weeee), captivity/kidnapping if you squint? Angst, very very depressing, it's been a while, so this is probably OOC ;-;
⥠Notes: GUESS WHOSE BACK! yes, I admit I was gone for quite a while, but with the progress reports of chapter 3 coming around, I figure now is my time to rise again. After I wrote all of this, I realized I might have made this a little too dark... My next work will likely be a fluff. Sorry Anon! Thank you so much for supporting, and I hope I can continue writing pieces for y'all~ âĄ
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The clock on your wall ticked closer to 7 o'clock. Every sound in the room was silenced by the deafening sound of it.
At the time, buying that clock seemed like a cute idea.
It was an old thing, two big clocks held together with beautiful dark wood. And a small circle shaped glass built underneath the two clocks meant for displaying a picture.
It was placed on your fireplace mantel, accompanied by other little trinkets.
You tried not to look at the mantel or the pictures that displayed happy memories, instead opting to glare at the hands ticking closer to your doom.
You didn't deserve to glance at these memories with what you were determined to do.
The room around was in shambles. Blankets and pillows were thrown around, cups and plates stuck to the tables around the couch after hours of neglect, and every picture frame in reach with the smiling face of Andrew Graves was put down.
At any moment, Andrew was going to come through that door and open his arms for you.
You bit your lip, already cringing at the bloody spots forming. You had to leave. There was no other choice.
After what you've seen, there's no possible way you could keep hugging and kissing him...
When you first moved in with Andrew, you found yourself to be the happiest ever.
Every day, you'd roll over to face an already awake and smiling Andy, who would kiss your nose and promise you coffee.
Every evening, you'd have a delicious dinner prepared by Andrew, who would make the atmosphere romantic with candles and rose petals, all leading to a delightful night of fornication...
Yes, at times, there were small cracks in the fantasy you two had made.
You still had to go to work, and you still had projects and deadlines that needed to be met. Not only this, but you still had co-workers you needed to work with.
You had made peace with this and was more than happy to fulfill your office work, but Andrew was not.
Now that you thought about it, many times a day, he would demand for your attention. He would go as far as calling your office and asking to see you. Lunch breaks would extend to lunch hours, and your sick and vacation days were used up in a matter of weeks (back to back).
And then you get home... if you had spent a work day completely ignoring Andrew, going as far as muting him, there'd be no telling what he'd do.
It began with silence, then one word answers, but if you even started getting angry at him for his horrible communication skills, he'd finally lash out.
" Just help me understand. Do you hate me? You're ignoring me all the time so that I can run back to you and beg you to pay attention to me. Why do you even stay with me, then? "
At first, you thought maybe he was just stressed out.
You had such a beautiful relationship, and Andrew was never big on talking about stupid things.
These things could all be avoided if you communicated with him more. If you were just healthy, then nothing would be toxic. You were the shitty one in this relationship, not him.
When you took the blame for all those things, his anger disappeared.
So your life would become peaceful again.
You never considered Andrew to be possessive. He was... overprotective. That's all. He was caring for you. It's not his fault that you're so sensitive,
And now you were giving all that up, and for what? Because every now and then he'll complain about the people in your life?...
because once he'll complain about them, they disappear from your life?
...because you found one of those people in the basement freezer?
The same freezer he made you promise to never go into?
Your eyes blink up at the ceiling, the tears that were dancing on your water line finally spilling over the edge.
Suddenly, the sound of the door cracking open made you quickly wipe at your tears.
"Bunny? I'm here, where are you?" Andrew called out from the hallway.
"...In here, Andrew." You answered, holding your hands in your lap.
"Andrew? What happened to Andy? What, did I do something wrong?" Andrew walked in, having already ditched his shoes and coat.
"Y/N? Hey... What's wrong?" Andrew power walked to you, avoiding the many pillows scattered across the floor.
He leaned down in front of your knees, grabbing your hands.
You gulped, refusing to meet his gaze.
"Andrew, we need to talk about something."
"Yeah...?"
"You... you have to promise not to get mad at me."
Andrew's face darkened, "...sure."
You bit your lip and finally looked up.
But Andrew was no longer looking at you, instead staring at all the picture frames that faced the ground.
You breathed in once. You had put this off for as long as possible.
"Andrew, i didn't call anyone yet, but you need to let me leave. I dont- no- I can't stay here anymore and I -"
"No."
You sputtered but couldn't get a good look at Andrew's expression as he stood up.
"You always get me worried over nothing," Andrew scratched the back of his neck, absently playing with his sweater tag.
You stood up,
"Andrew, this is important! I- I don't feel safe anymore, I don't feel safe with you! You've been keeping so much from me -"
Andrew scoffed at you, cutting your words short.
"You're acting wacky. Are you sure you didn't take anything before I came home?" Andrew finally looked at you with cautious eyes, "Look, Y/N, you're probably tired and need a break from your phone. Give it to me, and I can put this whole thing behind us."
Andrew lent his hand out, half expecting your hand and your phone.
But you shook your head.
"I know, Andrew. I know what you did."
Andrew raised a brow, "What I did...?" His hand was still outstretched.
"Last night I wanted to surprise you with some chicken soup, but I couldn't find the meat in our freezer, so... I went downstairs to the basement instead - "
Your eyes glanced at the clock again, it's happy picture becoming distorted the more you spoke outloud,
Andrew's eyes widened, and his hand dropped, "Y/N, you promised me you wouldn't go down there."
Your breathing became shaky, and your hand grabbed at the hem of your shirt,
"Andrew, you told me that all you had down there was some hunting meat. Y- You lied, not only lied, but you... You fucking killed someone! Oh god, Andrew, why did I find my boss and his DETACHED head in our basement freezer?!"
Andrew avoided your eyes, instead opting to run a hand down his face, sighing deeply into his palm.
When he didn't defend himself, your thoughts ran wilder, and the anger that you had locked away began bubbling to the surface.
This went far beyond control and possessiveness, Andrew murdered someone. Your Andrew, the same man you slept next to for years, murdered someone.
"How many years did I spend with a goddamn murderer? I had thought that- that maybe it was this crazy elaborate plot twist, that maybe you had a good reason to keep A PERSON in a freezer, but maybe I was living with a killer who I should have left a long time ago!-"
"Enough."
You had barely any time to process what he said before he grabbed your hair and began dragging you to the bedroom.
You tried twisting from his grip, dry sobs racking your body.
"Andrew, please stop! I'm - ow!- I'm sorry!"
"No, you're not. Everything I ever did was to protect you. Clearly, you've been thinking about this for awhile."
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, "and to think, I would've let you run around a little longer in the big world."
You continued sobbing, trying to grab at his hand. "Andrew, please!"
His hand pushed the door open, but right as he was about to enter, he stopped.
"Bunny", he crotched down to your level, his hand still grabbing your scalp, "do you love me?"
Your body shook involuntarily, your crying turning to hard hiccups. In your mind, all you wanted was to escape. To leave, to be embraced by someone who could protect you from this.
"P- Please Andrew, " you tried shaking your head despite the pressure, "s- stop, you're h-urting me."
Your chest heaved, your heart beating painfully against your chest.
Time moved slowly as Andrew searched your face, but slowly all the light he had in his eyes faded, and was replaced by a darkness that chilled your body.
"You didn't say yes." He clicked his tongue, "but that's okay, its only a matter of time."
Suddenly, he stood up and turned. Dragging you through the living room again, walking towards the basement door.
You screamed as you recognized the direction he was heading. You hit his hand, beating the grip he had on you.
Your eyes were wide and wild, trying to find some sort of escape, and your eyes landed on the clock.
Although you could no longer see the photo, you remembered the day Andrew brought it to you. He has promised to never leave you, and you promised to never leave him.
He asked you if you would love him if he was a monster.
You said, no.
All this time, you thought that Andrew would let you go. You would tell him you knew, he would turn himself in, and he'd let you go. Making all these years a bad nightmare. But the truth was, Andrew had long since known you would've found the body. The thought had crossed his mind, and he planned for the outcome even if he hoped youd be smart enough to never come to that.
When Andrew opened the basement door, he crotched down again and let go of your hair, instead moving you to his arms and holding you.
"Hey, I love you. You know that, right? I will never hurt you. Dont worry, you're going to be staying with me for a long time."
Andrew kissed your forehead, and began heading down the stairs.
Your eyes watched the door and the light that came from it as Andrew lead you further down the stairs.
Further away from the light, further away from freedom.
You cried into Andrew's shoulder, who patted your hair, until you could no longer see the light.
"You're never leaving me, my dumb little bunny."
Thank you for the ask! <3
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All of Me
Part 17
(previous part here, next part here)
Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x You/OFC
Summary: Drew comes home from camp. You and Jake have a heart to heart.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Fluff. This chapter is pretty tame (smut-wise) but the rest of it is not.
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âYou got yourself a good one, kid,â Ron murmurs later that evening as he gives you a rare hug goodbye. Tinaâs been giving you not-at-all-subtle looks and elbow nudges all afternoon, but Ron has always been hard to read and isnât a hugger so the rare display of affection brings tears to your eyes. âAndy wouldâve liked him too.â
âI think so too,â you whisper, sniffing as you pull back, âthanks for coming.â
Bradley heads out too and itâs just you and Jake again. You were ready for Drew to come home but the time alone has been good for you two.
You lead Jake upstairs and show him how you feel with your body since youâre not yet able to say it.
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The work week passes quickly and itâs Saturday before you know it. Bradley joins you and Jake for the ride that feels twice as long from the excitement of seeing your boy again.
âMom!â
You hear him just as youâre knocked back a step, his skinny arms squeezing you so tight.
âI missed you so much,â Drew says, voice muffled.
âI missed you too,â you reply, squeezing him. He looks up at you and smiles but you canât help but notice the dark circles under his eyes, âWhenâs the last time you slept?â
âWe pulled an all-nighter!â He says excitedly, âIt was so fun. We ate all the snacks and candy we had left.â
âOh youâre gonna crash so hard, little Kernsie,â Bradley chuckles from behind you.
âYou brought Roo?â He lights up, looking behind you, âAnd Jake?! Nice!â
You laugh as he lets you go to give them each a hug too. After Drew gives a quick tour of the camp and introduces his new friends, itâs time to head back home.
âWill you guys sit in the back with me?â Drew asks Jake and Bradley, already yawning on the walk back to the car.
âDonât you think that might be a little cramped?â You ask.
âI donât mind,â Drew says, shrugging his shoulders.
You laugh. Heâs not the one youâre worried about.
âMe either,â Jake says as he opens the door and pushes Drewâs booster to the middle, âBradshaw?â
âNope,â Bradley agrees, letting Drew slide past before climbing in after him.
You snort at the three of them packed into the backseat.
Drew falls asleep before you hit the highway, head on Jakeâs shoulder and his hand in Bradleyâs.
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Bradley carries a half-asleep Drew inside when you get back, giving you a moment alone with Jake.
âIâm gonna miss you tonight,â you murmur as he wraps his arms around you, âI like having you in my bed.â
âI like it too; your bed is way more comforta-hey! Iâm kidding,â he laughs when you pinch his butt, âIâm going to miss you too. Thereâs nothing I wouldnât give to wake up next to you.â
âI hopeâŚâ you take a deep breath, âI hope that someday we canâŚmaybe wake up next to each other? Like every day?â
Real smooth, Reese.
Jake smiles as he tilts your chin to press a tender kiss on your lips, âI hope so too.â
I love you.
Itâs on the tip of your tongue but then Bradley steps back outside.
âHeâs on the couch,â he says as he approaches, âpretty sure heâs gonna fall back asleep though.â
âThanks, Roo,â You smile.
âYou sure you canât come tomorrow?â Jake asks him, kissing your forehead before pulling away. Jake got tickets for the Padres game to surprise Drew.
âYeah, Pen asked me weeks ago to bartend so she and Mav can go out sailing. Thanks though,â he replies.
âNext time?â Jake asks.
âSure,â Bradley agrees.
They both leave a few minutes later, wanting to give Drew a chance to settle back in and get some much-needed rest.
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âAre you sure you donât have to go to the bathroom before we find our seats?â You ask Drew once more as you reach the steps to your seats.
Drew had been over the moon when Jake showed up wearing a Padreâs hat with a matching one for him in hand.
âYes Mom, Iâm sure,â he sighs dramatically.
âHere we are,â Jake says, stepping aside to let you in first.
Drewâs fidgeting with excitement during the Star Spangled BannerâŚbut it continues through the first inning.
âMaybe I do have to go to the bathroom,â Drew says sheepishly. âSorry,â he giggles when you roll your eyes.
âItâs alright,â you smile, âletâs go.â
âI can take him if you want?â Jake offers, âThat way he doesnât have to go in the ladies or alone.â
âYou donât mind?â You ask, knowing how much Drew hates it when you make him go in the womenâs bathroom, but not nearly as much as you dread letting him go in the menâs alone.
âNot at all,â Jake replies, rising to his feet. âIâve got my phone if you need me.â
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25 minutes pass and but as you pull out your phone to see whatâs going on, they come back.
âLong line?â you ask before noticing Drewâs red, puffy eyes. âOh no, what happened?â
âSomeone stepped on the back of his shoe and tripped him,â Jake explains with a frown, âdidnât even stop to say sorry.â
âWhat a jerk,â you mutter, âyou okay?â
âI am now,â Drew says between licks of his ice cream cone as he sits in the middle seat. âI scraped both of my knees and they were bleeding.â
âThatâs no good. I think I still have bandaids in hereâŚâ You trail off as you start digging through your purse.
âJake had some in his wallet,â Drew replies, âhe put âem on after he cleaned me up. See?â he straightens his legs.
âI do see. Looks like he good job too,â you smile, looking over his head at Jake. âThank you.â
âNo problem,â he replies, putting his arm in the back of Drewâs seat. His fingers brush over your neck, making you shiver.
âI cried a little,â Drew leans over to whisper, âand then I got embarrassed but Jake hugged me and told me itâs okay to cry. He said even he cries sometimes too.â
Youâre afraid heâll realize youâre about to cry if you speak, so instead you kiss the top of his head.
âAnd,â Drew continues, âhe said ice cream makes everything better.â
âI think heâs right,â you laugh as he catches a drip on his tongue.
Jake laughs as he notices Drewâs predicament and reaches into his pocket.
âI think so too,â Drew grins, taking the offered napkin from Jake.
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Itâs a tied game until the end but the Padres manage to pull off a win.
âMy feet hurt,â Drew whines, dragging them as he starts to crash down from the sugar high on the long walk back to Jakeâs truck.
âWant a piggyback ride?â Jake offers, leaning back when Drew nods.
You snap a picture of the pair as you trail behind them, smiling at Drewâs squeals as Jake takes off.
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âYou okay?â Jake asks a few minutes after Drew closes his eyes in the back. âYouâre kind of quiet.â
âIâm good,â you confirm, reaching over to intertwine your fingers in his, âjust thinking. I-â you glance to the backseat; Drewâs eyes are closed but youâre not convinced heâs asleep, âI mean, weâŚneed to talk.â
Jake looks over, worried. âIs it because I got him ice cream? Iâm sorry, I knew I shouldâve asked you first.â
âNo,â you laugh, shaking your head, âitâs nothing bad, I promise.â
He nods with an unreadable expression.
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Back at home, you get increasingly nervous and by the looks he keeps giving you, Jake can tell. Hoping he wonât notice your hands shaking, you start folding the clean towels you threw on your bed as Drew gets ready for bed.
âNeed help with that?â Jakeâs lip quirks as he watches you fold, unfold, and refold the same towel.
âIâve got it,â you laugh, âthanks.â
âIâm in bed!â Drew yells from his room, âJake, will you tuck me in tonight?â
âSure,â Jake replies after making sure youâre okay with it, âIâm coming.â
You canât resist padding silently down the hall a moment later to listen by the doorway.
âThank you for taking us to the game today,â Drewâs sweet, sleepy voice is the first thing you hear.
âThanks for coming with me,â Jake replies, âI had a lot of fun.â
âMe too,â Drew yawns, âYouâd be a really good dad, Jake; a good step-dad too.â
The words tug at your heartstrings and by Jakeâs pause, theyâre tugging on his too.
âThank you,â Jakeâs voice is rough with emotion, âthat means a lot to me.â
You know it does; especially because his dad was so awful.
âMaybe youâll be mine someday,â Drew adds sleepily.
âI hope so,â Jake murmurs, âGânight buddy.â
âNight,â Drew mumbles, close to drifting off, âwill you stay with me for just another minute?â
ââCourse,â Jake replies.
You blink back tears as you silently tiptoe back to your room.
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âHeâs out like a light,â Jake says a few minutes later as he walks into your bedroom. He sets his keys on your dresser before sitting beside you on the bed. âWhat did you want to talk about?â He asks, reaching for your hand.
âI love you,â you blurt out, cringing at the lack of finesse as you look down at your intertwined hands, âIâŚthe way you treat Drew, how you include Bradley without jealousy, last weekend when you invited my late husbandâs family to dinner so you could get to know themâŚâ you trail off, swallowing the lump in your throat before looking him in the eye.
Which isnât a good idea, because the tears filling your eyes spill over when you see his eyes are filled too.
âGod, Jake,â you continue, lifting your hand to cup his jaw, âIâve been on autopilot, just going through the motions since Andy died; I thought a part of me died tooâŚuntil I met you. You brought me back to life. This,â you motion between you two before your hand returns to his jaw, âstill scares me, but what scares me more is going back to that emptiness I felt. I love you, Jake.â
Jake surges forward, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. The racing thoughts and worries in your mind clear as his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and he groans deeply when you grant him permission.
Your hands grip his tee shirt, attempting to take him with you as he guides you onto your back but he resists, pulling back from your lips, âWait,â he chuckles breathlessly as you try to pull him back in, âI gotta tell you this first,â he nips your bottom lip before settling on his forearms above you, effectively pinning you down. âI love you too. And Iâm not just saying it because you said it first. I couldnât get you off my mind after the night we met, and I knew I was in trouble the first night I slept here when you opened up to me about Andy after your nightmare. Then I saw you in mom-mode with Drew at the beach and I knew I was fucked. Youâre an incredible woman, Reese; resilient, smart, beautifulâŚI know we havenât been together long but I also know I want to spend the rest of my life loving youâŚand Drew, if youâll let me.â
You just nod through your tears and pull him down for a kiss, afraid the sob building in your throat will escape if you speak.
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A/N: UghâŚsorry for the delay in posting. This week sucked and I could not get this chapter to come out and Iâm still not sure how I feel about it TBH.
But they love each other and now they know it đ
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Could you write something about dad's bestfriend!Andy comforting reader after telling her parents they're together didn't go well?
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Pairing: dadâs best friend!Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Summary: Exactly what the request says â¨
Warnings: Age gap, comfort sex, 18+
Word count: ~1,300
a/n: Look at me sloooowly clearing out my inbox recently đ¤ Two years late, but dbf!Andy never goes out of style amirite girlies! Not sure if this was maybe supposed to tie in with a series back then, it could probably be read as part of A Great Mentor if so âď¸Â
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Andy has tried his best to keep you in good spirits throughout the past week. And itâs worked for the most part. Youâve been grateful to be able to spend so much time with him, finally free of the weight keeping your relationship a secret was beginning to put on you.Â
But as soon as you have a moment alone or a second without Andy purposely distracting you, you feel like shit deep down, unable to think about anything but the fact that your parents still arenât talking to you or him.
You've been waiting for a call, or at least a text... Anything.
He has you cuddled next to him tonight as you watch a movie together, but your mind is racing, causing your heart to do the same, panic beginning to set in from dwelling on your negative thoughts.
You lean closer against his side, closing your eyes as you try to relax, but you need to be even closer.
Mustering some energy, you gently and wordlessly move so youâre straddling him, wrapping your arms around him like a koala. His arms hug around you tightly without any questions, and you melt against him, nestling your face against his neck.Â
He knows youâve had a hard couple days. Heâs pressing soft kisses to the side of your face and your shoulder, and rubbing your back.Â
âI love you,â he whispers, not missing the chance to reassure you.Â
âYou still love me?â You ask, almost inaudibly, voice muffled as you speak against the fabric of his shirt covering his shoulder.Â
âI love you extra,â he says, knowing you need it. âI know this week was hard for you. Iâm sorry.â
âAfter everything?â You continue to press.
âOf courseâŚâ His heart breaks. âYou didnât do anything wrong, angel.â
Youâd beg to differ right now.
âI feel like I did everything wrong and dragged you with me while I did it.â
He does his best not to laugh at your dramatics. âNo one did anything wrong. If I could fix everything right now, I would. But itâll just take time.â
âI know,â you murmur. You have no choice, your voice would crack if you spoke any louder. âI love you, too.â
He does what heâs best at â Holding you and quieting the nerves that were overtaking you moments ago.Â
âI wish I would have been there with you,â he speaks up softly.Â
You insisted on breaking it to your parents alone.Â
âI donât,â you assure him with a faint scoff. You find it in you to joke a little bit. âMy dad was so angry. I donât know if you would have lived to tell about it.â
âI know,â he chuckles. âI just...â His voice trails off. He lets it go for now, no use in focusing on what ifs. âAre you ready for bed? We can go upstairs.â
âNot yet,â you say quickly. âCan you just hold me here for a little longer?â You add more quietly, comfortable in his embrace like this. âPlease.â
âYeah, baby.â
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When he senses you falling asleep in his arms, he makes the decision for you. The calmest youâve been the last couple days is when youâre sleeping, so he knows your slow breathing and relaxed weight on top of him means youâve dozed off.Â
He hates to do it, but he carefully pushes off the couch to sit up straighter. He holds you tighter as you begin to wake back up, not wanting you to have forgotten where you are and nearly fall out of his arms.Â
âYou fell asleep,â he whispers. âLetâs go upstairs.â
Letting out a yawn, you nod sleepily and climb off him. He keeps an arm around your waist to help you up the steps and toward his bedroom.
As he lays you on the bed, you hold your arms around his neck, bringing him down with you.Â
âAndy,â you whisper, brushing your nose against his.
Your breath is warm against his lips and he can never resist you. His lips press against yours in a slow kiss, climbing into bed with you. A content sigh escapes him as he gives in completely.
Sharing deep and languid kisses, you subtly roll your body against his, once again plagued by the feeling of needing to be even closer. He doesnât notice until your hands begin to wander, slipping down to the bottom of his shirt to untuck it from his pants.Â
He pauses, reluctantly pulling away from you, just enough to peer down at you.Â
âI donât want to take advantage of you,â he says quietly.Â
If itâs possible to be too considerate, thatâs what Andy Barber is.Â
You refrain from rolling your eyes. âItâs not taking advantage if Iâm asking for it,â you joke, but thereâs desperation in your voice.Â
âI know,â he chuckles. âBut I know youâre upsetââ
âStop, please,â you ask. Your voice barely reaches a whisper, eyes falling shut to put your all into not letting the thoughts back in your head. âI donât want to think about it anymore tonight. Help me forget.â
âAre you sure?â He asks, studying your face, waiting for you to look back up at him.Â
You donât answer with words, instead pulling him back down, nodding softly before kissing him again.Â
The way your hands roam each otherâs bodies is slow, but not calculated. He finally lets you tug his shirt off of him, and his fingers fumble helping you out of your own clothes.Â
When he moves down your body, he trails kisses along every inch of your skin, eliciting soft gasps from you, fingers digging into his skin as you grasp onto him.Â
He situates himself between your legs, but you reach for his hands to get his attention.Â
âNeed you closer.â You shake your head, only wanting him on top of you. âPlease.âÂ
He listens, coming back up so youâre face to face again. Your arms wrap back around him, as if youâre scared of him leaving.Â
âRelax, pretty girl.âÂ
His voice is soft and comforting, contradicting the shot of pleasure that courses through you as his cock presses against your center, igniting a wave of warmth that washes over your body.Â
You rest your cheek against the palm of his hand thatâs cupping your face, letting out a moan, one in unison with him as he sets a steady rhythm.Â
He knows your body better than you do, you think sometimes, knowing exactly how to make you come undone, make your eyes roll back, make you see stars.Â
His lovemaking is mind numbing.Â
You swear you donât regain your senses until you feel him trying to gently push off of you, but you glide your hands from his sides to rest on his back, silently asking him to stay where he is, needing to feel him close to you longer, while you catch your breath.Â
Resting his forehead against yours, he does the same before rolling over carefully, bringing you with him to lay on top of him.Â
His chest is definitely up there on the list of most comfortable places to lay your head. Your heartbeat continues to go back to normal as you listen to his against your ear.Â
âI love you so much. I never want you questioning that,â he whispers, rubbing your back. He knows you wanted to be done with that for the night, but he needs to do his part in continuing to reassure you. âOkay?â
Tears roll down your cheek and he can feel them wetting his skin as you nod. Heâd like to hear you say you believe him, but heâll take it for tonight.
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I was re reading your bull hybrid fics of andy, and I really like them, and I was wondering how he would react to another farmer flirting with the reader?
I hope you're taking care of yourself and have a splendid day.
The bull just huffs, blowing air through his nose as he paces back and forth in his pen as he watches that no good Agust flirt with you and take your sunhat, holding it above your head and offering it back only if you give him a kiss.Â
Andy doesnât like August. He doesnât like how he flirts, how he keeps his hands on you a bit too long, how he makes you laugh and acts like He can take you away from Andy himself, like the bull wouldnât send him through three barns with just one angry kick.Â
Thankfully you tell August that you arenât going to kiss him, but then itâs followed by you flirting back, and his hairs stand on end when you say âWe have to be classy, take me to the fair firstâ.Â
No. No way in hell, as youâve said before. What? Itâs a cute saying! He likes it! What he doesnât like is you forgetting that heâs claimed you as his, no matter how much you brush it off and act like it's some cute platonic joke.Â
He kicks his hooves before easily galloping to jump over the barbed wire fence, sweeping you up as you yelp and push August out of the way. He gives warning chuffs, saying nothing as he backs away with you as you squirm and tell August âDon't worry! Itâs fine! I swear! J-just give us a minute! He gets protective is all hunâÂ
Protective? Well, heâs a bit more than that, really, jealousy definitely has a part in his actions too. He holds you tightly in one arm as he ignores your scolding about hopping the fence yet again. Usually your scolding was cute and made him amused, with how he knew your cheeks would heat up and how youâd go on small rants that he just found adorable to the core.Â
He takes you to the apple trees and just squeezes you tighter in a hug, chest rumbling in growls and dare he say- whimpers. Your worried hand comes up to try and pet his face, worried but also having a feeling this was more than about scaring away the farm help. Youâve noticed he tries to scare away August more than anyone else, even if he just waves hello some mornings. âAndyâŚDeep breaths. Weâve talked about how getting worked up isnât good for you, remember?â
The hybrid just chuffs in acknowledgement, but still couldnât help with how his instincts told him to stay on guard and keep that filthy excuse for a suitor away. âWhatâs this about? August was just being playful, he wasnât bullying me noneâ âYou agreed to meet him though. You agreed to be taken to a fair. That means you see him as a potential mate and I can't have him take you awayâ. His hands come to gently pet your hair, more to comfort himself than anything but you found it nice as you let the creature explain himself. You found it sweet he was so worried, but you needed to try and put some sort of boundaries down. Big sweet eyes or not, Andy canât keep doing this.Â
âAndyâŚYouâre very sweet. You know me and you are close, and that I care about you very much but-â âBut you found a human mate. As much as Iâd like to understand that, I know that he wonât be good to you. Wont court you right, wonât make you smile and laugh or give you a companion when that sadness in the pit of your stomach grows too bigâ. âAndy-â You begin to protest, but youâre lifted up again and you're easily cradled in his large arms as he shakes his head, not letting you continue. âI care for you deeply too. I love you deeper than you seem to know. So, because I love you, I might have to do something that hurts you if you keep seeing that manâ. Your blood runs cold hearing that, and you begin to squirm again but it's no use with something so much bigger and bulkier than you. âHurt me how?! You arenât laying a hand on me!â
âWhy would I lay my hands on you? Itâs that ugly cowboy wanna be Iâm going to maul, as much as you like him, I wonât allow that toxic and venomous snake around you. Whether you continue to like me or not, Iâll do what it takes to keep you close to me and taken care of, especially if that means I have to killâ. ((I hope you enjoyed bean! Feel free to comment even if its just emoji spams lol -Mommabean))
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