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ink & innocence - 27

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Aspen sat on the bathroom counter, her feet tucked into sink as she leaned forward towards the mirror to work on the precise line of her eyeliner. The black pencil glided over her eye lid with ease, her pinky nail swiping under and outwards to form the sharp wing. She sat back and blinked a bit as she flickered her eyes between both wings before smiling contently and starting on her bottom waterline.

"I can't believe you're going to this party," Isobel said in between singing the lyrics to the song, glancing at her friend through her vanity mirror. Aspen only shrugged, capping the liner and tossing the pencil into her purse before reaching to grab her blush palette and brush.

"I think it will be fun. Harry wants to go, I can tell he does. He hasn't seen Louis or Liam in a while, so I figured why not go? I didn't want to be home alone anyways."

Isobel nodded, rummaging through her makeup bag. "I get it. Did you hear Kirsten was going?"

It was an innocent question, but Aspen sucked in a small breath before popping open the palette and dabbing her brush into it.

"Yeah, but it's a big party. If I see her, I see her. If I don't, then fabulous."

Her roomate grinned, turning over her shoulder to look at Aspen in the bathroom mirror.

"Look at you, Asp. All big and mature now, eh?"

She rolled her eyes and huffed, dusting the red across her cheeks before tossing that into the makeup bag.

Aspen climbed off the counter, cleaning up whatever remnants of her brushes and palettes she had. "Do you know what you're gonna wear? It's a bit warm tonight, and I have a feeling Louis doesn't go easy on people for a party."

Isobel laughed and capped her mascara, rummaging through the pile next to her before holding up a top. "Maybe this pink tank and a skirt? You should wear one too, you know. Get all sexy," She wiggled her brows at Aspen through the mirror before they both broke out into a giggle.

The small girl padded her feet back into her room where Isobel was and rummaged through her closet, deciding on a white puff sleeve top with a lower cut, flaring at the ends, and a denim pleated skirt that had two rows of light ruffles.

She wasn't sure if she got the hang of party outfits yet, but a complaint was never uttered from Harry or Isobel. If it got cold, she'd steal the flannel off Harry's back, knowing he was bound to wear one tonight.

Aspen set the clothes on her bed, catching a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror that sat in the corner of her room. She hummed softly, adjusting the band of her shorts around her waist when Isobel quipped up.

"You know, you should send Harry a little photo of yourself. Even in your pajamas, you look hot."

"Iz!"

"What!," She cackled, "I'm only being honest. Men love that stuff. Especially when theres a little skin showing. Makes Zayn crazy."

Aspen scrunched her nose at the last comment. "Alright, I didn't need to know that."

Despite the banter, Aspen glanced back over her shoulder to Isobel. She was nose deep in the mirror as she focused on her mirror and the music. She took a small breath and pulled her phone off the bed, sliding it to the camera app.

She checked the time, only being 1:30. "We've got an hour to finish and meet them, Iz."

Isobel made a sound of acknowledgement, and Aspen could hear how she began to rush a bit. The plan was to meet up with the boys at the mall to grab a bite to eat and the Uber from there to Louis' house. Quite frankly, the girls had been starving and Aspen insisted for Isobel to eat before she drank tonight.

She took another breath and huffed to herself and her annoying inner thoughts, lifting and tilting her phone. Aspen snapped a few photos of herself. Sure, she didn't know a thing about how to send photos or what was favored, but she knew how to be pretty.

The girl swiped through a few photos before she stumbled on the one she deemed decent. She bit back a small smile, her teeth hooking onto her bottom lip as she analyzed the photo. With a satisfied hum, deciding it wasn't too out of her comfort zone, she opened up her messages and clicked on his name.

The girl scrunched her nose and smiled to herself, double tapping the message to heart it.

"I sent one," She told Isobel. That grabbed her attention as she whipped her head around and made grabby hands.

"Lemme see!"

Aspen narrowed her eyes at her friend before chucking the phone in her direction as she grabbed her clothes. "Don't snoop, Iz."

Her friend grinned like an idiot as she picked up the phone while Aspen made her way to the bathroom to get dressed.

"Fucking hell," Isobel mocked in a deep British accent, snickering. "I'm surprised he didn't 'bloody hell' you!"

"Isobel!" Aspen huffed, stomping her foot slightly. "What happened to no snooping?"

Her roommate only mocked her back before returning back to her makeup in the mirror. "He's got a point, though. You're absolutely stunningly sexy."

The girl rolled her eyes, adjusting the skirt around her waist before tugging the white top over her chest. She scooped her hair out and shook her loose waves out, grabbing a deep maroon bow clip and half upping her hair.

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Does to, and he's gonna absolutely eat you up tonight. I can say the same about Zayn with me," Isobel smirked and laughed.

"Gross, Iz!"

"Woah, woah! Me? Gross? You and Harry are the gross ones. Acting like we didn't hear you guys last week. Oh, Harry! It's so good! Don't stop, you British sexy beast!"

Aspen's face burned a hot red as she huffed and narrowed her eyes at Isobel, chucking her wadded socks at her blonde head.

"Shut up! You and Zayn did, too!"

"No, we didn't. I stopped him because we didn't want to be disrespectful to you guys. But seeing as you didn't feel the same..." Isobel snickered, zipping her bag closed before tossing the socks back at Aspen.

Aspen huffed, unrolling them and slipping her feet into the white frilly socks. She padded back out to the room, flicking Isobel in her head.

"Hey!"

"You deserve it." Aspen grumbled, walking to her closet to pull the matching maroon shoes, Mary Jane pumps with a low heel. She sat on the edge of her bed as she slipped them on and clasped the buckle.

Suddenly, Aspen's phone rang.

Harry.

She quickly picked up, holding the device to her ear as she uncapped her perfume.

"Hey, baby."

"Hi, Harry. What's up?"

"Nothin', sugar. Just wanted to let you know Zayn and I were about to leave the house now. Still meeting at the mall, yeah?"

The sound of a door opened on Harrys side, Zayn's voice a mutter in the background before it clicked shut.

"Yes! Isobel just has to get dressed and then we'll be on our way. The Uber is ten out. Is that okay?"

He laughed softly. "Course, baby. We'll grab a table if we beat you. Our's is two minutes away."

"Thank you, H. Iz said she could grab the Uber to Louis' house."

"No, no. Don't be fools. I've got it covered, yeah?"

Harry had insisted that he bought whatever he could, and that meant sending Isobel and Aspen their Uber.

"But you already got this one," She pouted, spritzing on the sweet scent to her neck and wrists.

"But nothing. I've got it, yeah?"

Aspen huffed softly, but gave in. "Yeah, okay. But just this once. Thanks so much for all of this, H."

"Tha's my good girl. And of course, 'm always gonna take care of you."

Aspen felt her stomach flutter at the name, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as her cheeks tinted a bright pink under her makeup.

"And that picture you sent?" A sharp inhale through his nose. "So fucking pretty. Does so many god damn things t'me, baby. You're the reason for it all."

"It wasn't anything like that," She squeaked, glancing into the bathroom where Isobel was singing the song as she got dressed, distracted in her own world.

"It didn't have to be. It was the best thing I've seen today, little mouse. Don't downplay how gorgeous you are."

"Unless you'd... want stuff like that?"

Harry sucked in a breath. "You'd do that for me?"

His voice was lower, she noticed. A soft rasp to it.

"Yeah, I mean.. it's just for you, right? No one else would see and you've already seen me."

Harry chuckled soft and low, licking his lips carefully. "Just f'me. I'd let no one near what's mine."

"Then yeah, I'd do it for you. Anything you want, H." She sighed contently, a smile twisting onto her lips.

"Anything, huh? You're gonna be the end of me, y'know that? I'll die the happiest man, though."

She giggled softly, a sweet sound that rang through Harry's ears like music.

"You're so silly sometimes."

"Only ever for you."

She scrunched her nose, her smile still dancing on her lips as she capped the perfume and tucked it back to its place.

"I'll see you when you get there, yeah? I love you, pretty girl."

"I love you. See you soon, Harry."

He smiled. "Bye, baby."

"Bye, H."

Click.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Over the course of an hour, Isobel had finished getting ready, they did their final touches, got into their Uber that Harry so kindly got them, and arrived at the mall.

The two girls stood with their arms interlinked, heels and boots tapping along the tile floor of the mall as they walked towards the food court. There, Isobel spotted Zayn, who she gave a quick wave to before they made their way.

"Harry's in the bathroom," Zayn said, greeting Isobel with a small peck to her lips and pulled out the chairs for them.

Aspen thanked him softly, hooking her purse on the ledge of the seat, smoothing out the back of her skirt. Just as she was about to take a seat, she felt a hand curl around her hip.

"Baby," Harry's voice came in his usual, low tone. He cracked a smile as she turned to face him, his arms snaking around her waist to pull her in for a hug. She smiled into his chest, her arms that wrapped around his shoulders giving him a small squeeze. As they pulled away, Harry pulled her chair out a bit more, tucking her back in once she sat down before taking the seat next to her.

Harry gave a nod towards Isobel, saying a quick hello before she drowned in conversation with Zayn. Harry hooked his arm over the back of his chair as he turned to face Aspen. His eyes scanned over her outfit, how everything seemed so well put together. A small smirk wore on the corner of his lips once his eyes met hers again.

He wore his usual fitted black tee, paired with his black skinny jeans with rips at the knees and his boots. This time, a dark grey flannel stripped with other whites and blacks hung off his broad shoulders. His fingers were decorated with his silver rings and his lip ring complimented his red, plush lips.

The man ran his tongue over his bottom lip, giving her another look over that made Aspen's cheeks flare with pink.

"You look good, sugar. Better than good."

Aspen gave him a shy smile, bumping her knee with his. "I can say the same about you."

He grinned, settling a hand onto her knee, giving it a small squeeze. "This okay?" He mumbled, glancing down at his hand.

Aspen nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The smile on his lips never faltered as his hand relaxed on her leg, his thumb swirling soft circles into the smooth skin.

"Thanks f'coming t'night. I know these things aren't your scene, but having you there makes it all better." Harry hummed softly, his other hand brushing through his curls. She only nodded again, a smile pulling onto her lips.

"Of course, H. Wanna be where you are always, even if it's at a huge house party where I'll feel the music shaking through my body," She laughed softly.

His eyes softened, flickering down to her colored lips, sheen with her lip gloss.

"God, I really wan' t'kiss you right now."

Aspen placed her hand over the one on her leg, slipping her fingers between his. "Soon, yes? I promise. Want to kiss you, too." She mumbled back shyly, glancing towards Isobel and Zayn who were still enamored with each other.

Harry nodded understandingly, giving her leg a small squeeze before Zayn chipped up.

"Man, I'm starving," He grumbled, flipping through the menu. "I might settle for some wings. What do ya' say, Harold?"

Harry rolled his eyes at the name, his body still facing Aspens as he picked up the menu to hold between them. "Nah, I'll go for something like a burger."

He glanced up at Aspen, who was lightly tapping the table and looking around the food court as if it was suddenly so interesting.

"What're you gonna get, love?" Harry asked softly, nudging her knee with his lightly. She hummed, looking back at him then down at the menu.

"Oh! I um, I'm not that hungry, actually."

Harry frowned, a small furrow in his brows. "Did you guys eat before you came?" He looked at Isobel, who shook her head before he looked back at her.

Aspen's eyes darted all around the menu. She was hungry, starving actually, but right now was one of those times where she got a huge wave of discomfort around eating. She wasn't sure if it was the people around or what, but her stomach just coiled in embarrassment at the mere thought.

She took a small breath as Harry cleaned closer, his fingers guiding her chin to make her face him. "Bug? Wha's wrong?"

Aspen shook her head, pulling a smile onto her lips. "Nothing, H."

His frown only deepened as she looked away to the menu, then to her polished nails that tapped along the table. He sighed softly as he sat back up, looking over at Zayn and Isobel, who both wore the same concern on their face. But no one spoke up.

Finally, Harry did.

"Can you help me finish my chips then? The burger is usually enough to get me goin'."

Aspen looked up at him, then back at the menu. There was no getting out of it, not with Harry. So she nodded. "Yeah, sure. I could go for some fries."

He smiled, squeezing her thigh softly.

After about twenty minutes, their food had come out. Harry ordered a double side of the fries along with his burger, Zayn had ordered a wing platter that he swore was not all for him (news flash, it absolutely was), and Isobel opted for a chicken sandwich with a side of mozzarella sticks.

Harry kept his plate in the middle of him and Aspen. He took a fry off the plate, tapping it into the ketchup on the side before holding it to her lips. "Louis' known to pig out on all the party snacks with Niall. It's best if we all eat until we pop," he noted, perching a brow until she huffed and gave in, taking it from his fingers to take a bite.

As they ate, Harry found his lips quirking into a smile when he saw how she'd reach for fries throughout, getting more comfortable. He gave her leg another reassuring squeeze and turned to press a kiss to her temple. "Proud of you," he whispered into her ear before the kiss, turning back to the conversation they were all engaged in as they ate.

All though he didn't know what was going on, he didn't need to know in order to be patient and open with her. He knew that some days, these things could be hard. But his suspicion stayed just that. If she wanted to talk about it, she would. He'd just keep an extra careful eye on her from now out.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The party was overwhelming, an electric haze of flashing strobe lights that illuminated the packed space in bursts of white, purple, and neon blue. Music pulsed through the air like a living heartbeat, the bass vibrating in Aspen's chest as Harry guided her through the chaos. The smell of alcohol and sweat mingled with the faint scent of chips and pizza wafting from the kitchen. People shouted over the music, their laughter and voices blending into a chaotic hum.

Harry’s protective arm around her waist was firm, anchoring her in the madness. His chest pressed solidly against her back, the fabric of his shirt brushing her shoulder blades. He didn’t hesitate to carve a path for them, unapologetically shoving past anyone who didn’t step aside fast enough. Aspen found herself clinging to his arm, grateful for his presence as they navigated the crush of bodies.

When they finally pushed through the sliding doors into the backyard, the air felt cooler, a reprieve from the suffocating heat inside. Strung-up fairy lights crisscrossed the yard, their warm glow casting a softer ambiance on the crowd gathered here. The tables were laden with bottles of liquor, mixers, and stacks of solo cups, and the familiar voices of Louis and Niall greeted them over the thrum of the music spilling from inside.

“Oi, oi! Shots, shots, shots, come on!” Louis hollered, his grin as wide as ever as he held up a pair of red solo cups, one in each hand.

Harry chuckled, his grip on Aspen's hip tightening as he steered her toward the group. “Always so subtle, Lou,” he quipped, grabbing a cup from Louis and passing it to Zayn. He grabbed another for himself before turning to Aspen.

Louis, however, wasn’t about to let her be left out. “Don’t think I forgot you, sun!” he exclaimed, producing a juice box from the pocket of his hoodie with an exaggerated flourish. He lobbed it gently in her direction, grinning when Aspen caught it midair with a laugh.

Aspen giggled, examining the box. “Thanks, Louis,” she said, leaning closer to Harry as if for reassurance. She pressed her back against his side, feeling the steady warmth of his body against hers.

Harry took the juice box from her hands without a word, unwrapping the straw from its plastic cover and expertly piercing it into the foil opening. He handed it back to her with a quick kiss on her forehead.

“Thank you,” she murmured, tapping his chest lightly with her finger in a sweet gesture of gratitude.

“Always, baby,” Harry replied softly, the affectionate squeeze he gave her hip making her heart flutter.

Niall raised his cup, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Here’s to surviving the chaos, yeah?”

The group laughed, clinking their cups together in an impromptu toast. Aspen sipped from her juice box, the sweetness of the drink a sharp contrast to the heady atmosphere around her. She couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly the boys made everything feel lighter, their humor and camaraderie creating a bubble of warmth amidst the wild party.

As they continued catching up, more shots were passed around, laughter growing louder as the group loosened up. Stories of old antics and shared memories flowed easily, drawing a bright smile from Aspen as she listened. Isobel leaned against Zayn, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, while Niall and Louis attempted to outdo each other in an exaggerated dance-off that had everyone in stitches.

“Alright, alright,” Louis declared, raising a hand dramatically. “I think it’s time to turn things up a notch. Who’s up for a game of truth or dare?”

Harry raised a brow, glancing at Aspen, who shrugged with a small smile. “Why not?” she said softly.

“Perfect,” Louis grinned. “Let’s move this inside, shall we?”

The group began to migrate back indoors, weaving through the partygoers who were still crowded in the living room and kitchen. They found their way to the cozier den area, where a large coffee table and mismatched seating arrangements surrounded them.

Harry claimed the single-seat sofa with a quick stride and plopped down, pulling Aspen onto his lap without hesitation. She let out a small squeak of surprise, but the warmth of his arms encircling her soon made her relax against him.

Zayn and Isobel sprawled out on the plush loveseat, while Louis, Niall, Liam, Kirsten, and her hookup for the night—a tall, dark-haired guy with an easy grin—settled around the coffee table. Kirsten sat a little too close to him, her laughter a touch too loud as she tried to show she was having a great time.

Aspen noticed Kirsten’s eyes flit toward her and Harry repeatedly, her gaze lingering on Harry’s hand resting protectively on Aspen’s waist. Aspen felt a flicker of irritation but brushed it aside, leaning further into Harry’s chest. His thumb began to rub small, reassuring circles over her hip, grounding her. Whatever Kirsten’s problem was, it wasn’t going to ruin her night.

Louis, who was already tipsy enough to declare himself the game master, grabbed a nearly empty tequila bottle from the table. He gave it a dramatic flourish before plunking it down in the center. “Right, then! Time to spice things up. Let the games begin!”

The bottle spun, wobbling slightly before landing squarely on Zayn.

“Ah, come on,” Zayn groaned, throwing his head back theatrically. Isobel giggled beside him, nudging him playfully.

“Truth or dare, mate?” Louis asked, grinning like a cat about to pounce.

Zayn leaned forward, his dark eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Dare,” he said cautiously, knowing Louis too well to trust him entirely.

Louis’s grin widened. “Alright, alright. I dare you to…” He paused for effect, looking around the room. His gaze landed on the tequila bottle. “Take a shot—but you have to do it off Isobel’s stomach!”

The group erupted into laughter and cheers, with Isobel gasping, her cheeks turning crimson. “What?!” she exclaimed, half-laughing and half-shocked.

“You heard me,” Louis said smugly. “Rules are rules.”

Zayn smirked, a playful glint in his eye. “Alright, fine. You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered to Isobel, who covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

With some coaxing and a lot of laughter, Isobel lay down on the couch. Zayn carefully poured a small splash of tequila onto her stomach, making sure it didn’t spill onto the upholstery.

“Alright, here goes,” Zayn said, leaning down. He licked the tequila off her skin in one quick motion, immediately chasing it with a shot straight from the bottle. The group erupted into cheers and whistles, while Isobel laughed so hard she nearly fell off the couch.

“That was disgusting,” Zayn said with mock disgust, wiping his mouth. “But also kind of worth it.”

Isobel playfully swatted his arm, her cheeks still red. “You owe me for that!”

The laughter continued as the bottle spun again, this time landing on Kirsten.

“Truth or dare?” Louis asked, leaning in eagerly.

“Dare,” Kirsten said confidently, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Louis grinned wickedly. “I dare you to call your ex and confess you still think about them.”

The group collectively gasped and laughed, while Kirsten shot Louis a death glare. “You’re evil,” she muttered, reaching for her phone.

As Kirsten dialed her ex’s number and the group waited in eager anticipation, Aspen felt Harry’s arms tighten slightly around her. She glanced up at him, and he gave her a small smile, brushing his lips softly against her temple. Whatever attention Kirsten was trying to stir, it didn’t matter. Aspen only cared about the man holding her, his touch steady and reassuring, his presence a calming balm in the chaotic whirl of the party.

When Kirsten ended the call with a dramatic sigh and a round of laughter from the group, the bottle spun again, the energy in the room growing more playful with every turn.

The bottle spun again and landed on Niall. He grinned, leaning forward. “Alright, hit me with it. Truth or dare, my lovely tormentor,” he teased Louis.

Louis squinted dramatically. “Dare, of course. I wouldn’t waste a truth on you.”

Niall groaned. “You better not make me streak through the yard.”

“No, no. I’m kinder than that.” Louis smirked. “I dare you to sing your drunkest rendition of Baby One More Time by Britney Spears.”

The group erupted into laughter, clapping and hollering as Niall stood up and dramatically cleared his throat. “Fine, but don’t blame me if you all fall in love.”

He grabbed an empty bottle as a pretend microphone and launched into an off-key but enthusiastic performance, complete with spins and air punches. Everyone was crying with laughter by the time he finished, bowing like a performer leaving the stage.

The bottle spun again, landing on Liam. He chose truth, which prompted Louis to ask, “If you had to kiss someone in this room who isn’t your girlfriend, who would it be?”

Liam laughed nervously, looking at the ceiling. “You’re trying to get me killed, mate. But fine. I’d pick Harry because he’s prettier than the rest of you.”

Harry cackled, throwing his head back. “Flattered, really.”

The group kept going, the energy buzzing with jokes and challenges until the bottle landed on Kirsten again. She smirked as if she’d been waiting for this moment. She spun, the bottle creaking as it turned. It slowed to a stop, pointing at Aspen.

Aspen felt the atmosphere shift. Kirsten’s smirk widened as she twirled her red cup around her fingers. Harry, feeling the effects of the alcohol, pressed a kiss into Aspen’s shoulder, his lips warm and affectionate against her skin.

“Truth or dare?” Kirsten asked, her tone already laced with condescension.

Aspen felt a slight wave of nervousness but kept her face calm. “Truth,” she said, deciding not to play into Kirsten’s game.

“Oh, how predictable,” Kirsten mocked with a laugh, drawing out the words. Some of the group shifted uncomfortably, exchanging uneasy glances. Louis and Niall, who were already protective of Aspen, gave Kirsten pointed looks, while Zayn frowned, his arm tightening around Isobel.

“Alright,” Kirsten said with a grin that didn’t reach her eyes. “Is it true that you haven’t slept with anyone yet?”

The question hung in the air, the laughter and chatter of the room falling into an awkward silence. Aspen’s cheeks burned, a mix of embarrassment and anger swirling inside her. Before she could even think, Kirsten added with a snide tone, “I mean, we all already know the answer. It’s kind of obvious.”

Harry’s expression immediately hardened, his protective instincts kicking in as his grip on Aspen’s waist tightened. But before he could say anything, Aspen felt a strange surge of boldness, almost like an out-of-body experience.

“No,” Aspen said sharply, her voice carrying a weight no one expected. “I get it all the time. Every night, in fact.” Her gaze flicked to Kirsten, unyielding. “And the way Harry uses his han—”

Harry let out a surprised laugh, his eyes wide with amusement as he clapped a hand over Aspen’s mouth. “Alright, alright,” he said, his voice shaking with laughter. “We get the point, baby.”

Aspen huffed, pulling his hand down and settling it back around her waist. She took a deep breath, her adrenaline still pumping. Her cheeks burned red, warm to the touch. “Fine,” she said, her voice calmer now but laced with edge. “I’ve got a question for you, Kirsten. Truth or dare? Actually, I'll pick for you. Truth.”

Kirsten raised a brow. "Right, sure. Okay."

Aspen gave a small, sharp nod. “Alright. Is it true you’re still a jealous, bitter bitch?”

The room fell into stunned silence, the air electric with shock. Then, laughter exploded from everyone except Kirsten, who sat rigid, her face turning bright red as she looked around, clearly humiliated.

“Aspen!” Isobel gasped, laughing despite herself.

Louis clutched his stomach, tears forming in his eyes as he doubled over. “Bloody hell, I didn’t know you had that in you!”

Aspen’s heart was racing. She had never cussed before, much less hurled an insult so openly, but she felt oddly liberated. Her ears burned hot with red, complimenting the feel of her cheeks. Harry was grinning down at her, his wide eyes filled with equal parts amusement and admiration.

“Well,” he said, standing and tugging Aspen up with him. “I think that’s our cue.”

Still chuckling, he grabbed her hand and began leading her toward the stairs. “Be right back, everyone!” he called over his shoulder.

The group was still laughing and teasing as they disappeared up the steps. Once they reached the privacy of a guest room, Harry shut the door behind them, leaning against it with a mischievous smile.

“Where did that come from?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine wonder. “You’ve got a fiery side I didn’t know about.”

Aspen crossed her arms, her cheeks still warm. “I don’t know. She just— ugh, she made me so mad.”

Harry laughed, pulling her into his arms. “Well, it was kind of hot,” he admitted, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

She scrunched her nose and huffed, laying her hands on his chest.

"Sorry, I wasn't even thinking. I didn't know my mouth could even say those words."

"Oh," Harry raised a brow in amusement, "that mouth can do plenty good, doll."

With that, the man dipped down to capture her lips in a kiss. He breathed out softly as the sweet taste of her lipgloss tainted his mouth, his bottom lip swiping along. Once her lips parted, his tongue made way to swirl around hers. Harry groaned and squeezed her waist, his thumbs slipping under her shirt to the bare skin of her waist as the taste of her juice flooded his mouth as well.

Harry’s hands tightened on her waist, his thumbs grazing the soft, warm skin just above her hips. His lips moved against hers with a rhythm that sent a gentle hum of pleasure through her chest. Aspen melted into his touch, her fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself to him. Every kiss was more intoxicating than the last, and Harry seemed intent on taking his time, savoring every second of their connection.

“God, y'taste so good,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and laced with a mix of desire and awe. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss as his hands slid further under her shirt, palms spreading across the small of her back. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver racing down her spine, and Aspen couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her.

Harry took the sound as encouragement, trailing his lips from hers to her jawline. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the soft curve, his breath hot against her skin. “How’d I get so lucky, huh?” he whispered between kisses, his voice raw and reverent. “You drive m'crazy.”

Aspen felt her cheeks flush, but it wasn’t from embarrassment. There was something about the way he spoke, like she was the only person in the world who mattered. Her hands moved on their own accord, sliding up his chest and over his shoulders, fingers brushing against the bare skin of his neck. She tugged him closer, her lips seeking his again, the kiss growing more fervent.

Harry chuckled softly against her mouth, his chest vibrating under her touch. “Easy, love,” he teased, though the way his hands gripped her waist betrayed his own restraint slipping. He lifted her effortlessly, walking them backward until the back of his knees hit the bed.

He sat down, pulling her into his lap. Aspen straddled him instinctively, her knees bracketing his hips as her arms looped around his neck. The new angle brought them impossibly closer, and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her. Harry’s hands roamed up her sides, his fingertips brushing just beneath the fabric of her shirt, teasing but not crossing any lines.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his green eyes searching hers, the flicker of caution softening his intensity.

“Yes,” she whispered without hesitation, her voice barely audible but steady. She leaned in, her lips finding his again, the kiss slower this time but no less passionate.

Harry’s hands settled on her thighs, his thumbs tracing lazy circles against the bare skin under her skirt. The small, deliberate motions sent sparks through her, grounding her in the moment. He kissed her like he had no the time in the world, his lips coaxing hers into a rhythm that felt needy, electric, and utterly consuming.

Aspen lost herself in him, the world outside the room fading to nothing. The soft scrape of his stubble against her skin, the faint taste of alcohol and juice mingling on his tongue, the way his grip tightened whenever her fingers brushed the back of his neck or shifted her hips—it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

Harry broke the kiss just long enough to press his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them. “Y'know, 'm so fuckin' proud of you for what you did out there. You are so god damn perfect.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of the words made Aspen’s heart stutter.

She smiled softly, tucking her bottom lips between her teeth as her cheeks held that same tint, her fingers threading through his curls. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she teased, though the way she looked at him betrayed the sincerity of her feelings.

He grinned, his dimples flashing as he leaned in again, this time pressing soft, lingering kisses along the column of her throat. Aspen tilted her head, giving him more access, her fingers tightening in his hair as a soft whine escaped her lips. Her hips squirmed a bit, pressing down against his for a split second.

The sound seemed to spur him on, his fingers coming up to tug down the hem of her top. His lips ventured, lips and teeth latching onto the skin of her boob. She let a moan ripple through her chest as her fingers curled in his hair while he sucked in a deep mark, one that left her skin tingling and body squirming. The man slid the material of her shirt back up, covering the mark perfectly.

Harry's hands slid up to cradle her face as he captured her lips once more. The kiss was slower now, gentler, but no less intense. It was a silent promise, an unspoken declaration of just how much she meant to him.

As the heat between them grew, Harry pulled back slightly, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “We should stop,” he said, though his voice was hoarse, and his lips hovered so close to hers it seemed like he might change his mind any second.

He didn't want to stop. He wanted to flip her over, pull her pretty ass up, and push so deep into her until she couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to make her scream through the loud music and her thighs shake until she couldn't walk. He wanted to hold her against his chest and tell her how pretty she was while he thrusted into her with slow, caring strokes. All because of that damn fucking skirt, taunting him to just be flipped up and to take her like she was the best fuck toy he ever had and loved.

Aspen nodded, her cheeks flushed and her breathing unsteady. “Yeah, probably,” she agreed, though neither of them made a move to separate.

Instead, they stayed like that for a moment, tangled together in a mess of limbs and emotions, their foreheads pressed together as they tried to catch their breath. Finally, Harry let out a soft laugh, his hands dropping to her hips. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he joked, though the fondness in his tone made it clear he wouldn’t have it any other way.

She smiled, resting her hands against his chest as she leaned back slightly. “Guess we’re even, then,” she said softly, her voice laced with affection.

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drewizz · 3 days ago

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finally free to read it. WE CHEER!!!!

but even as you enjoy messing around with cora, your gaze kept drifting across the grass to your older brother, carter, and his best friend, rafe.

OUHH YES brother's bsf trope is STARTING!!!

cora raised an eyebrow, "what, worried your legendary football player brother is gonna make a fool of himself now? or just can't stand the sight of rafe being... well, rafe?" "both," you snapped, beginning to trudge over to them, your heels periodically sinking into the grass and dirt. "come on, let's get them inside before they draw anymore attention to themselves."

the beginning storm of the subtle enemies to lovers weaving through. oh IM SEATED.

"you're unbelievable," Rafe scoffed, his voice dripping with mockery. "dragging us in here like we're children who need a time-out. you just love playing the hero, don't you?" you narrowed your eyes. "and you just love being a reckless asshole who can't handle midsummers without turning it into a scene. you do this every time rafe, aren't you tired of being a fuckup?"

TIREDOF BEING A FUCKUP. 😭😭😭😭 THE TENSION BETWEEN THEM.

you hated him. you reminded herself of that firmly, repeating the thought like a mantra. you hated his smug grin, his reckless behaviour, the way he seemed to get away with everything. he was destructive, cold, and violent when he wanted to be, the kind of person who left chaos in his wake.

we can firmly believe in progression and growth... yn can change him.. trust. 😞👊👊

but then another image crept in, one you hadn't meant to summon. you thought of the times you'd caught ward speaking to rafe in clipped, cutting tones when he thought no one was paying attention. you remembered the hard set of ward's jaw, the way his voice was sharp enough to cut, even if you couldn't make out the words. and you remembered the way rafe would stand there, his usual bravado stripped away, his fists clenched at his sides like he was fighting the urge to hit something - or someone.

absolutelylove when yn gets to see this kind of side of him. please.. we can work this out..

ANYWAY. i'm so happy i finally got the chance to jsut fully read at least one entire chapter 😞😞😞 AND I DO NOT REGRET IT. will definitely be coming back in a few hours to read ch2.. and finally catch up. IMSO EXCITED

lachesism , rafe cameron ( series ) 01

pairing ; brother's!bsf!rafe x kook!female!reader

content ; mdni !! outerbanks au, eventual smut, angst, violence, underage drinking, family issues, substance abuse, s/a.

summary ; rafe cameron is everything you can’t stand; reckless, infuriating, and too self-assured for his own good. as your brother’s best friend, he’s always been a constant presence, one you’ve done your best to ignore. but the tension between you has always simmered just beneath the surface, sharp and impossible to ignore. you’ve spent years resisting his pull, refusing to give him the satisfaction. but in a world where lines blur and control slips away, you’re forced to face the truth: rafe cameron isn’t so easy to hate after all.

status ; ongoing .ᐟ

✺ navigation ; 001. 002. 003.

ONE ; i'm there, you're there, everybody's there.

THE DREADED MIDSUMMERS.

you always hated the annual celebration. to you, it's a maddening mix of triviality and discomfort, a tradition that felt more like a chore than a festivity. sure, there were fleeting moments of fun, but they were rare, overshadowed by the unbearable awkwardness that always seemed to define the event for you.

every year, you found yourself trapped in the same suffocating routine; forced smiles, polite small talk, and the endless chatter of people pretending they cared about each other more than they actually did. it wasn't that you hated people, well not all of them, but the sheer superficiality of it all made your skin crawl. and yet, despite your disdain, you still show up. but only at your parent's request, year after year, like clockwork.

this year was no different, though you had to admit it wasn't entirely terrible. you stood at the drinks bar with your best friend, cora, both of you stifling laughter as you subtly chucked back glasses of champagne. cora had a knack for making the unbearable tolerable, reason being why she's your best friend. only friend. the way she mimicked the exaggerated niceties of the other guests and never faltered from your side not only at kook events but also any other day of the week proved her to be the only person worth hanging out with.

but even as you enjoy messing around with cora, your gaze kept drifting across the grass to your older brother, carter, and his best friend, rafe. the two of them were already several drinks in, their loud obnoxious laughter carrying over the murmurs of polite conversation. rafe, in particular, was teetering dangerously close to the edge of decorum, gesturing wildly with a mostly-empty beer bottle as carter egged him on with his laughter.

"they're going to embarrass themselves before the sun's even down," you scoffed, narrowing your eyes at the two of them.

cora followed your gaze and snorted, "oh absolutely. rafe's probably one cocky remark away from falling face-first into a table."

you rolled your eyes. "i wouldn't even stop him."

"i know you secretly love seeing him make a fool out of himself."

"i really don't." you said, though your lips twitched at the thought of rafe actually toppling into the table of bucketed beers behind him. it wouldn't be the first time he'd turned a formal gathering into a spectacle.

cora gave her a knowing smirk, "yeah, okay"

you took a long sip of her drink, still watching carter and rafe with growing annoyance. they were now talking far too loudly and swaying just enough to make their intoxication obvious. rafe had ditched his blazer and was gesturing animatedly, spilling a few drops of beer onto the grass as carter doubled over in laughter.

"okay, this is officially getting out of hand," you pointed out, setting your empty glass down.

cora raised an eyebrow, "what, worried your legendary football player brother is gonna make a fool of himself now? or just can't stand the sight of rafe being... well, rafe?"

"both," you snapped, beginning to trudge over to them, your heels periodically sinking into the grass and dirt. "come on, let's get them inside before they draw anymore attention to themselves."

cora followed along with a sigh, "fine, but if carter pukes on me, you're cleaning it up."

you weaved through the mingling guests, your tipsiness making the task slightly more challenging that it should've been. unlike carter and rafe, though, you hadn't had enough to make yourselves look like idiots, and you could hold your own. when you reached the boys, you immediately folded your arms in front of them.

you grabbed a beer bottle out of carter's hand and set it down with a loud clink, "both of you, inside. now."

rafe raised an eyebrow, his smirk lazy and insolent. "excuse me? who made you the party police?"

"you've been drunk for an hour, and the sun's not even set yet," you snapped, turning to carter. "and you're letting him make an ass of himself, and by extension, yourself. you two need water, get inside."

carter sighed, "okay okay fine. cmon rafe."

you didn't wait for the taller boy to agree, spinning on your heel and marching toward the country club doors. carter followed, muttering something under his breath while rafe trailed behind, his stifling a laugh sending a fresh wave of irritation through you.

once inside, the quiet of the club was a welcome relief from the chaotic hum of the event. you turned on your heel, arms crossed, as the boys finally stopped in front of you.

"you're unbelievable," Rafe scoffed, his voice dripping with mockery. "dragging us in here like we're children who need a time-out. you just love playing the hero, don't you?"

you narrowed your eyes. "and you just love being a reckless asshole who can't handle midsummers without turning it into a scene. you do this every time rafe, aren't you tired of being a fuckup?"

"woow," rafe said, his smirk widening. "you really are as uptight as you look."

"oh, i'm sorry. did i interrupt your drunken performance? please, go back out there and embarrass yourself in front of everyone. i'm sure ward would love that."

before Rafe could retort, carter stepped between you two, raising his hands in surrender. "okay, enough. del, we'll cool it. no more drinking for a while, all right?"

you shot rafe one last glare before nodding. "good.." rafe turned away and chuckled darkly.

you ignored him, turning on your heel. cora, who had followed silently up until now, rolled her eyes at the boys with a grin.

as the two of you then stepped into the cool evening air, you exhaled sharply.

"well, that was fun," cora said, her voice light with amusement. "you and rafe really know how to liven up a room."

you rolled her eyes. "he's insufferable."

"and you're so not affected by it," cora teased, earning a glare.

you two rejoined the party, you were determined to salvage what was left of the night, even if rafe's smug grin lingered annoyingly in the back of her mind.

the crowd had thinned out hours ago, leaving only the stragglers and the hum of distant music. you sat on a worn wooden bench tucked away in the shadows, the cool night air nipping at your bare shoulders and open backed dress. your drink was empty, but you still held the glass in your lap, staring out at the faint glow over the remaining guests, though their laughter and chatter had dulled into a murmur.

you exhaled slowly letting the faint buzz in your head settle as you leaned back, glossy eyes staring up at the twinkling stars. it was quiet, peaceful even, until a familiar voice broke through your disheveled thoughts.

"wow, look at you. little miss perfect all alone. didn't think you'd let yourself get drunk enough to sit alone here sulking."

you rolled her eyes, tilting your head to see rafe cameron stumbling toward you, a crooked grin on his face and an empty bottle dangling loosely from his fingers. his shirt was untucked, his tie was undone and his usually greasy bangs were messier than usual, falling over his eyes.

"don't you have my brother to annoy?" you mumbled through gritted teeth, sitting up straighter.

"not anymore," he said, slumping onto the bench beside you, far too close for comfort, not that he could notice that this was probably the closest in proximity you'd been in a long time. he smelled like whiskey and faintly of smoke, though you didn't remember anyone smoking at the party. "everyone's gone home. except you, apparently. what's wrong? finally too perfect for anyone else?"

you rolled her eyes again. "you're drunk."

"and you're not?" he gestured vaguely at your empty glass. "don't think i didn't see you sneaking more of those vodka sodas earlier."

you sighed, turning to glare into his baby blues, "what do you want rafe."

he looked away and shrugged, his grin softening slightly as he stared out at the glowing lights in the distance. "i dunno, a ride maybe? or maybe i jus' wanted to see if you're as miserable as you looked all night."

"you're impossible," you said, standing up abruptly. "fine. where's ward and rose?"

he blinked at you, his smirk faltering. "gone, they left a while ago."

you blinked at him, suddenly aware of how late it had gotten. the faint music from the dance floor was slower now, the kind that signalled the end of the night. most of the decorative lanterns had burned low, leaving along shadows stretching across the grass.

"of course they're gone." you muttered, grabbing your keys from out of your clutch. "let's go. i'm not being the reason you stumble around here all night just to get detained for trespassing or something equally stupid."

rafe grinned lazily as he pushed himself to his feet. "always the hero."

"always the idiot." you shot back sternly, marching toward the parking lot with him trailing behind you.

the drive to tannyhill was wordless, other than for the low hum of the engine and rafe's occasional muttered remarks, which you ignored by turning on some low music. when you pulled up to the sprawling estate, you didn't bother to say anything, simply unlocking the doors and waiting.

rafe gave you a drunk, crooked smile as he climbed out, leaning down slightly to peer at her through the open window. "you're not as boring as you think you are, you know."

"go to bed, rafe," you said flatly, ignoring the slight heat rising to your cheeks.

he laughed, a low, rumbling sound, before stumbling up the path to the front door. you waited just long enough to see him disappear inside before driving off.

the trip back to your house was dark and mostly quiet, the empty streets a stark contrast to the earlier chaos of the party. as you gripped the steering wheel, your mind wandered back to rafe.

and yet, you couldn't shake the thought of him sitting beside you on that bench, quieter than usual, something almost vulnerable lurking beneath his usual bravado. it was infuriating. the way he intrigued you, despite everything you knew about him, everything you disliked about him, made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

by the time you pulled into the driveway, you'd convinced yourself it didn't matter. rafe cameron was a mess, a storm you had no intention of stepping into. you hated him. you had to. anything else would be far too dangerous.

the house was dark and silent when you slipped inside, the huge wooden front door creaking softly as you closed it behind you. you kicked off your shoes in the entryway, your heels clattering against the tile, and winced. with careful steps, you crept through the dimply lit hall and up the stairs, grateful your parents were likely fast asleep.

your room was as you'd left it, a little messy from getting ready but mostly untouched, with soft orange light from her salt-lamp spilling across the room. you flicked on another lamp on your dresser, letting out a long breath as you began unzipping your dress. the fabric pooled at your feet, and you exchanged it for a worn, oversized t-shirt before heading to the bathroom to wash your face.

as you brushed your teeth, your thoughts inevitably drifted back to rafe. he'd probably stumbled through the doors of tannyhill, loud and unapologetic, before collapsing onto some couch... or, if he made it that far, into his bed. you imagined him leaving his shoes kicked off in random corners, his tie flung somewhere on the floor, with no regard for the mess he made.

a faint pang of guilt surfaced as you rinsed her mouth and dried your hands. it wasn't as though rafe didn't deserve to get told off every now and then, he brought most of it on himself, after all. he was reckless and selfish, always chasing parties and cheap thrills, always pushing buttons and crossing lines. responsibility wasn't even in his vocabulary, and it was hard to pity someone who so often seemed to invite their own problems.

still, as you climbed into bed, the thought lingered. beneath all the arrogance and chaos, there was something deeply broken about rafe cameron. you didn't want to feel bad for him - not really. but sometimes, you couldn't help it.

you pulled the cover up over your shoulders and shut your eyes, determined to push the thought away. it didn't matter how ward talked to him or how messy his life might be. rafe had made his choices, and you were determined to keep hating him. anything less would be dangerous. anything more would be impossible.

or so you told herself, as your mind drifted and sleep slowly crept in.

notes ; THANK YOU FOR READINGG.. im so excited to post this. wattpad is so dead so this fic has just been sitting there rotting. anyway leave me feedback please !! ps i promise you're less of a pushover, this is just a one off to annoy rafe lol.

taglist ; @rafegetinmybed @sqfewrd @dreamyy-cloud @vampteeth @wtfisastiles @flvredcas @plaidcowboy @sematarygirls @slut4you @kravitzwhore @daryldixon83 @lexavanhuelee @dorcas4meadowes @foolishangelic @i2rapunzel @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @rafestoothbrush ( lachesism taglist )

#isa.recs ◡̈#rafeysbangs ᰔᩚ #i need to catch up asap 😭😭😭#already love this series dearly i fear #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe fanfic

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earlycuntsets · 2 days ago

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those on tumblr that fwm in anyway!

I have not checked my notifications in a week. so sorry to anyone I haven't gotten back to.

EDIT: i'm not gonna be as active. I'm not leaving altogether just putting some space between me and tumblr. happy 1000 followers to me!!! lol but I might come back in some capacity but not rn. just until personal stuff has been handled. maybe once a week. i've got a lot of post ideas so i'll come on here if I find anything really good. but I have a bad history with social media consuming my brain.

this tumblr has been fully added to earlycuntsets.org and posts will continue from there, but I am not gonna be on here very much.

i've gone through some mental stuff interacting on here. I have a substance issue rn that i've been trying to get ahold on since september. I complain more on earlycuntsets.org

I felt so broken up really. this thing mcr that we all love so intensely.

I don't want to see that get ruined for me. the negative connotations with my account because I flipped out on mcr archive people. talking about that will get me nowhere because no one understands my side. about 4 people on here understand my side.

and for the first time yesterday, I considered apologizing. just to ease my own pain around this. you want to know the truth?

I wanted to work with them obviously. I wanted to do what they do is that clear enough?

it was hard for me not to be aggressive when people I don't know think they can scold me. from the start they just wouldn't respond to me. I would find cool stuff and send it to them. I just thought they'd be more accessible to fans.

and then the only time I have heard from them was for them to judge my website when I spend every extra moment i'm not at work on this one thing. this one thing that is my only expression of love to mcr.

having to go against them took a lot out of me but it was bound to happen. AND SO I gotta get out of the social aspect. it's making me overthink my every move.

I am going to be spending less time on here and more time on my website.

I have moved this whole blog to my website and just updated 840 posts to have links/tags/titles that function. I need to figure out a few things but I won't rest until it's easy to navigate. and perfect. lol there are dead pics and video on the blog section. there are pages of posts that don't have preview images. the site overall is undercuntstruction.

I was actually looking at hulus set up with the "carousel" things for each category. I am having fun and i'll probably make an mcr netflix idk. big grandiose bipolar dreams. that I hope to see through.

my website will be like this (2002 is the only one done rn) so the layout now is:

the google drive part

the 2002 blog part (everything from here)

the sources and links

#bye for now tumblr!#my chemical romance

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letmeoutofthebasementt · 1 day ago

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SKZ getting cheated on (Hyung Line + Han)

(How long it’ll take them to find out on their own, how they’d react, if they’d break up or not)

Chan

Honestly, it'd probably take him a while to realize. Because, for one, he'd probably feel very stable in his relationship and his place in his partner's life. He has that "They'd never because they NEED me" kinda mentality. The longer they've been together the less likely he is to find out organically unless he full-on catches them in the act. He also feels like his relationships are very solid at their core. Another big issue is to be entirely sure his partner is cheating, he needs to break free of delusions. It would also just be far too much for him if he did suspect it because he'd be afraid he'd lose his partner for even daring to think something like that. I think he'd also...Take things for granted? Like, "I have you there's no way you'd ever leave or want anything more/else" type of thing. Everything's familiar. And he doesn't take into account that anything could possibly happen.

If he finds out he got cheated on, he'd immediately tell his friends and seek comfort in them. I'm also getting he's the type who'd cheat on his partner to get his lick back or something. Cheating is something Chan can't get past, so he'd definitely leave them. He'd feel hopeless, and his entire life would probably momentarily crash and burn. I think he'd also be really frustrated and it'd ruin his trust in everyone in his life. He'd also push down and suppress a lot of things. Because of that, the feelings of hurt and anger and resentment can easily fester because he didn't allow himself to acknowledge them or hash them out.

Lee Know

Idk why I immediately thought of ice spice

Specifically that like "You think you the shit, bitch? You not even the fart." I don't even like her or that song

BUT ANYWAYS

He'd know quickly. You can't HIDE that from this man. Trust he'll find out ASAP. Because, one, his intuition is on a whole other level. Two, he'd immediately know if something's off. Whether that be your location being off or somewhere it's not supposed to, etc. Even if you think you're slick he'll FIND a tell one way or another. I'm also a firm believer he goes through phones. I'm talking every nook and cranny of that phone including your EMAILS. He's finding that shit one way or another and you're lucky if there's a 24 hour window of time where he doesn't know about it. He'll find a way to figure it out.

In terms of how he'd react...He'd definitely find out on his own, so there'd be this 'Aha!' moment. Because he knew he wasn't going crazy. He's going to figure out every nitty gritty detail of the cheating with PRINTED OUT laminated receipts with copies just incase. He's definitely gonna confront his partner. And trust he's going to have a boost of confidence figuring it out. Definitely not the type who blames himself. He's also probably telling everyone and their mother. And YOUR mother. He sees it as a battle won and everyone needs to hear about the victory.

He has a 50/50 chance of leaving, though. On ONE hand, while trust is very important to him he'd also feel a sense of...I don't want to say ownership but that's the only word I can think of over his partners. So, he simply wouldn't want to let them go. I feel like the love would also linger a lot because he feels very deeply. So, he may just stay with his partner and fall into some toxic habits of keeping them on lockdown, being all hovery...The type who's calling his partner every 5 minutes, showing up to their job to make sure they're there, getting their Apple login so they can receive every single message and notif they do...He's keeping them on LOCK. But on the other hand, he could very well just...Fall out of love in an instant. It's very contradictory. Love and hate are two sides of the same coin and he has a very large capacity for hate, especially when betrayed. Probably just moved onto the next. So yeah, he's either dumping you rather cruelly then moving on like you never existed, or keeping you uner lock and key.

Changbin

He'd probably FIND OUT fairly quickly, because he'd kind of have this gut feeling. But he'd suppress those feelings and convince himself he was insane until he finally catches his partner red handed and realizes he's right on the money. Because he's very passionate about his relatinship and doesn't want to be imposing on his partner or doubting them for no reason. That's not his intention nor something he's comfortable with doing. He also wants to trust in his partner. He'll probably lose faith in himself and just be very on edge until he realizes he's right.

His entire life would fall apart when he finds out. He falls into destructive tendencies. Probably self-sabotages a lot. He feels like a failure, and he's so afraid of being made fun of or looked down on because he got cheated on. He'd probably fall into a depression and just be very negative. He'd feel like he wasn't enough, and couldn't be good enough. And feel he just couldn't be all his partner needed so they found it in someone else. But he'd also regain some of his trust in himself. Because he realized his intuition was right and he wasn't just losing his mind. Would definitely need a lot of kindness and comfort from friends and family, and a lot of self-expolration. May fall into delusions to help himself cope.

He'd also definitely break up with his partner if they cheated. Because they're obviously not his person, and he'll find his person.

Hyunjin

I haven't even pulled yet and I already know this'll affect my mental wellbeing

But also...MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNNNN I haven't read on him in a while (I'm saying this because he's my bias not because i'm delusional enough to think he'd want me don't @ me)

FIRST OF ALL, he'd believe he's being cheated on long before he actually is. Like, I wouldn't be surprised if he's already been in a situation where he dreamed of being cheated on and then a few weeks later got cheated on and was convinced he was a prophet or something. Not literally but you catch my drift. But I also feel like the amount of time it'd take to figure it out is considerably lengthened by the fact that he looks at everything through rose-tinted glasses of hopeless romance. He has a love for life and is more focused on that than anything else. Plus, he's near perpetually convinced he's about to be cheated on or is being cheated on so once he genuinely DOES see the red flags it's less...Impactful? To him? Because he sees them in everything. He's sensitive, though, so i feel like he'd sense it if something was off. Like, if his partner was cheating because of lost feelings he'd realize the lost feelings. And then, his imagination would take the wheel and suddenly it's a joyride off a cliff and into a mental spiral. I feel like deep down he'd also know like "Oh shit, this is different. They may actually be cheating for real." I feel like he has the emotional maturity to know that other times he was overreacting and being delusional. But this is more than that. I feel like the moment he open his eyes, he'll immediately know.

And he's getting the hell up out of there.

He'd be CRUSHED if he found out he got cheated on. He'd probably throw his money away doing stupid shit with it, fall into certain bad habits. He'd feel hopeless, and feel like everything he worked so hard for during the relationship was a waste. Like he's failed. But he'd also 100% publicly expose his partner. I also think he'd drown his sorrows in another relationship or fling or whatever. I'm talking within the hour of finding out he's under someone else for the sole purpose of distraction. He'd also 100% use this to fuel his general anger/crashoutery for the next few months. Like he'll be another level of volatile and emotionally unstable. He'd probably reflect a lot on the relationship. He'd withdraw from a lot of things and just want to be by himself and recover from the pain. Definitely would avoid anything that could potentially stress him out.

He'd also break up with his partner. Surprisingly. I was honestly expecting him to stay. But I feel like his energy has changed? He has more trust in himself and his value and he's not just content sticking around through mistreatment anymore. Good for him.

Han

Shawty bae

I don’t think he’d notice? He’d just very much be blinded by everything. He idealizes his relationships, and he’d be so happy he just genuinely wouldn’t notice if something was amiss. He’s also just generally an overthinker and has a very scattered mind, so I think if he did pick up on something he wouldn’t notice AT ALL he’s not being delusional.

I think he’d still love them if they cheated. But I also think he’d be the type to…Cheat back? If his partner were to ever cheat on him. He’d definitely also get closer with friends and family for emotional support and find happiness there. Mask the sadness with more happiness and drown himself in pleasure. I think once he finds out everything will suddenly connect. All the puzzle pieces will fall into place and everything will suddenly make sense.

I think he would want to but I don’t think he would. It’d be a big inner conflict and he’d really have to force himself to. He’d need to think on it and his friends and family would have to push for it. Because he’s like “Well I’ve put so much effort into this why throw it away?” And just values the stability relationships and having his ‘other half’ brings to him.

#hyunjin #kpop tarot #skz #stray kids #tarot #skz tarot #stray kids tarot #Chan #Bangchan #Lee know #Minho #Lee Minho #Changbin #seo Changbin #hwang Hyunjin #headcanons #imagines #skz headcanons #skz imagines

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sissylittlefeather · 20 hours ago

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If You Talk In Your Sleep

Chapter 3

A/N: As soon as I warned you that I wouldn't be writing anymore, I turned around and wrote a chapter 😂. I won't be churning stuff out like I used to, but I am going to try to write when I can, for my own sanity. ICYMI, this is the one with Elvis set in Vegas in 1969 and you're a Casino Boss's wife. I hope you enjoy it!

Need to catch up? Masterlist HERE.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, kissing, oral sex (m receiving), p in v sex, reader calls Elvis "daddy", he spanks her a couple times, and they drink alcohol

Word count: ~3.5k

“It is morning.” His eyes pop open and you look at each other in terror.

“Oh fuck.”

******

You leap out of bed as quickly as possible and jump in the shower. You've never washed so fast in your life, but you know if you go home smelling like Elvis it'll definitely be the end of both of you. You dry off quickly and put your clothes back on, running through the suite like a chicken with your head cut off. Elvis tries to help you as much as he can, but both of you have a sinking, sick feeling in your stomach that you don't think has anything to do with the champagne from last night. As soon as you're dressed, he calls one of his men to take you home and you stand there awkwardly as you wait for him.

“Elvis, I'm sorry–”

“It's okay, honey. I understand.” You look up at him with your eyes shiny and full of fear and something else entirely. Coming home in the daylight might be the last thing you ever do. And seeing Elvis again puts his life at risk too. You're not willing to do that, so you know this goodbye has to be long term at the very least, if not permanent. He leans in to kiss you softly just as a tall young man with shaggy brown hair busts through the door.

“Where's the fire, boss?” He asks, panting. It's clear Elvis woke him up and had him rush to get here.

“This little girl needs a ride to the Flamingo, as fast as possible.” Elvis turns to you. “Honey, this is Jerry. You can trust him. He'll take you home.”

You look up at Jerry and nod. His face is kind and soft and you see why Elvis trusts him. You turn back to Elvis.

“Elvis, I–”

“I know.” He cuts you off and kisses you one last time before hurrying you out the door with Jerry. As soon as you're gone, he drops onto the sofa and holds his head in both hands. He hates to admit it, but he's scared. Scared for you and scared for himself. His eyes fixate on the carpet as images of what might happen float up and he tries to block them out. He walks to the phone in his suite and dials the number of one of his bodyguards.

“Red, get everyone together. We need to talk.”

******

In the car, you try not to fidget too much as you ride in silence. You twist your ring around on your finger and sigh deeply.

“You alright?” Jerry asks, his voice quiet.

“Not really. I'm not sure what I'm going home to.” You're not sure why you're telling him this, but Elvis did say you could trust him.

“He wouldn't let anything happen to you. Not if he can help it.” You look up at him and he smiles sweetly.

“You don't know my husband.”

“No, but I know Elvis. It's been a while since he had the same girl come over twice and even longer since one stayed the night. I have orders to stay and make sure you're okay.” You shake your head frantically.

“That's really not necessary.”

“Maybe not. But I'm gonna do it anyway. If you need to get away, I'll be in the casino for a few hours.” You think to yourself that it sounds like a good way to get yourself beaten to a pulp, but he won't defy his boss’s orders for anything.

“Thank you.” He lets you get out a block away and then parks and heads into the casino. You make your way up to your suite, holding your head high and praying you don't run into any of the guys. At the door, you take a deep breath and then open it. It's unlocked.

“Where the fuck you been?” Carl is sitting on the couch waiting for you, but you've been working on this lie all morning.

“Out. I ran into Holly last night at the Tropicana and we drank way too much. Ended up crashing in a room there.” Carl stands and walks over to you and you thank God that you had the wherewithal to shower before you left.

“If I call Holly right now, she'll tell me the same story?” You stomach flip-flops. Holly is a girl you used to know back when you were a dancer. She knows Carl and was a pretty good friend, so you think there's a chance she might roll with it if you have to call her. You look him in the eye and lie boldly.

“Yeah, of course.” For a second, he just looks at you, trying to decide how much he really cares. But your lie must be convincing because he nods slowly. You breathe deeply, thinking you're in the clear, but he grabs your face in his meaty hand and squeezes.

“If I ever find out you're fucking lying, you will not enjoy what I do to you.”

“I'm not.” You spit it at him, but the effect is diminished by your cheeks being smushed. He lets you go aggressively and you rub your chin.

“I'm going out. I won't be home before work.” You nod and he heads out of the suite. As soon as he's gone, you sink to the floor and cry, your body wracked with sobs now that the adrenaline has worn off. You want to let Elvis know that you're in the clear, but you can't. Carl will have eyes on you for the next few days, so you'll have to stay home. That's a price you're willing to pay to keep Elvis alive, though, and you sigh deeply, relieved that Carl has bought your lie. For now.

******

You lay low and stay in your suite for the next few days, knowing if you go anywhere you'll be followed. So instead, you wait. Finally, almost a week later, you get bored and decide to go shopping. You assume it's safe now, since Carl hasn't said another word about you coming home that one morning. Still, when you walk through the casino downstairs, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched and followed.

You try to ignore it and go about your business, wandering through stores and holding up articles of clothing to your body. If you are being followed, they won't see anything exciting. As you walk through one particular store, though, the feeling of being watched gets worse. You start to look around suspiciously for one of Carl’s guys, but you don't see anyone you recognize. Just as you're about to give up and go home, you turn and run smack into Jerry, gasping.

“Oh my god. You scared me.” You clutch your chest and try to calm your breathing.

“Sorry. Elvis wanted me to give you this.” He presses a shopping bag into your hand.

“Wait. How did you know I was here?” He turns a little pink and fidgets with his fingers.

“We've been in the casino all week waiting for you to come down with orders to follow you if you did. And give you that. So, just, look at it okay? I'll tell Elvis you got it.” You nod and he turns to walk away from you.

“Jerry, wait!” He looks around and turns back.

“Hmm?”

“How is he?” You ask quietly. Being without him is about to kill you and you miss him so much it hurts.

“He misses you. Just, look in the bag and do as he asks. He's so worried about you. None of us have slept much.” He's almost pleading with you, so you nod slowly and he gives you a half smile before turning and walking out of the store.

You run to the checkout counter to pay for what you want and then rush home, the bag that Jerry gave you tucked into your other shopping bag. You have no idea what's in it, so you want to hide it in case you get caught. When you get back to your suite, Carl has left for work, so you have the place to yourself. You quickly pull out the bag and dump the contents onto your bed.

Inside the bag is a dress, some jewelry, a masquerade mask, and a card. You open the card first.

Hey honey,

I miss you. Put this on and meet me at the Palomino Club at midnight.

Love,

Elvis

You try not to smile too much at his handwriting and the way he signed the note. Then, you look down at the contents of the bag. The mask makes sense now that you know where he's asking you to go. The Palomino Club is brand new in Vegas, a strip joint, where no one respectable goes. It's so seedy that most of the patrons wear these masks to keep their identity secret. You're not sure why he's asking you to meet him there, but you suspect it has something to do with the newness and perceived anonymity. Unless they follow you, Carl's men would never think to look for you there.

Upon further inspection, you realize that the mask is beautiful. It's peacock-feathers on a purple background and it'll cover most of your face when you put it on. The dress is deep turquoise, backless and silky, and matches the mask perfectly. You glance at your watch, realize it's almost 10pm, and start getting ready.

******

At 12:07, Elvis sits at a table in the Palomino Club and anxiously fiddles with a glass of whiskey that he's not drinking. He ordered it just to have something to do with his hands.

“Jer, she said she was comin’ right?” Jerry shrugs and nods. You didn't say one way or the other, but he's reluctant to tell his boss no. “Then where the hell is she?”

He adjusts his mask. It's gold and matches his belt that he's wearing over a deep purple crushed velvet suit. It's over the top and the belt probably gives away who he is, but it doesn't seem like anyone is paying any attention. Everyone in the club is too focused on the barely-clad dancers on the stage. The girls have come up to him a couple of times and offered dances, but he declines. He's tempted to say yes once, but he thinks of how it would look for you to come in while he's getting a lapdance from another woman, especially one as naked as the girls in this club. Honestly, he can't look directly at them without blushing anyway. He takes a sip of the whiskey and grimaces.

“Isn't that her?” Jerry gestures to the door and he turns quickly. Sure enough, there you are, a vision in your peacock mask, silky dress, and strappy gold sandals. He wonders how you knew to wear them, since they match his outfit.

You see him sitting at a table and start to make your way towards him. As you approach, he slips out of the chair and stands up, his mouth open a little.

“Wasn't sure you were comin’.” He leans in to kiss your cheek, lingers, and then moves over to your lips, kissing you softly. You smile as he hovers with his mouth just above yours, obviously desperate to kiss you for real.

“Well, I did. Now what?” He taps his nose against yours lightly and smiles.

“You need a drink.” You groan as he pulls back and takes your hand to lead you over to the bar. You order a cocktail and sip it as he wraps himself around you from behind, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “You look good enough to eat, honey.”

You giggle and lean back into him as he kisses your neck.

“You promise?”

“Would I lie?” You turn to face him and he pulls you into a deep kiss, dipping his tongue into your mouth. His arms wrap around your waist and before you know it, your bodies are flush against each other and he's grinding his hips into you. You're both oblivious to the outside world, too lost in the kiss and in each other. It completely catches you off guard when someone taps on your shoulder. You drag yourself out of the kiss and turn. It's one of the dancers.

“Would you two like a private dance in one of our fantasy rooms?” Elvis looks at the girl and then back at you. You're ready to say no, but he has that glint in his eye.

“I think we would, doll.” You look at him with your eyes wide and questioning, but he just kisses your cheek and puts his hand on your lower back to guide you to follow the dancer. At the door, she turns to face you both, pushing it open without stepping inside.

“For a hundred bucks I'll disappear and you can have this room to yourselves for the night.” Elvis grins.

“Great minds think alike. I was gonna ask if you could make this happen. Here.” He fishes a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket and hands it to her. She smiles and disappears as quickly as she appeared. “After you, honey.”

You walk in with him behind you. The room is just a round conversation pit with a built in circular plush couch covered with cushions. The whole thing is dark pink velvet with black trim and the walls are mirrors. The low ceiling is black velvet with mirrored medallions holding it in place and the lighting is low, but still enough to see. He shrugs and then settles on one of the couches. You walk to him and bend over, putting your hands on his knees.

“You been to a lot of places like this?” He looks down the front of your dress and grunts.

“Not at all. There aren't many.”

“So you haven't had a bunch of lapdances?” He raises an eyebrow, not sure where you're going with this.

“Not really, no.”

“You know I used to be a dancer.” His eyes get wide.

“Yeah?” You push him back against the couch and turn away from him, grinding your ass against his lap. The music is loud, but not too loud, so you bounce and roll to it rhythmically as you rub yourself on his already-hard cock. He reaches for your hips but you stand up and bend over in front of him, touching your toes and giving him a good view of your ass. He spanks one cheek and you yelp a little. “My turn to be the boss tonight.”

“Yes daddy.” You whimper as he spanks you again on the other cheek and grins at you calling him daddy.

“Turn around.” Eager to follow instructions, you turn and climb onto his lap, straddling his hips. He holds your ass in both hands as you begin to roll against him to the music. As you dance, you push one of the straps of your dress off your shoulder. He watches as you push the other one off too and let your dress fall open to your waist. The backless nature of the dress means you're not wearing a bra, so this simple action puts your whole chest on display for him. “Goddamn, baby.”

He moves to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers. Pulling you towards him, he wraps his lips around one nipple and flicks it with his tongue. Once he's satisfied with how hard it is, he moves to the other side and does the same thing. He nibbles and sucks on you as you run your hands in the back of his hair.

“Fuck, Elvis.”

“I'm just gettin’ started.” He whispers and you smirk.

“Me too.” You sink to the floor between his knees and run your hands up his thighs. His muscles tense as you get closer and closer to his swollen cock. You coo seductively. “What d’you want, baby?”

“Mmm I want you to suck it.”

“Yes daddy.” Your hands go to his belt and then the zipper. He lifts his hips for you to pull his pants down just enough to get his member out, the tip of it leaking precum as it throbs. You pump him so slowly with your hand and he moans softly, watching you. Then, you lean forward and, pulling his foreskin back, lick the tip of his dick. He groans and leans his head back as you take him fully in your mouth, sliding your lips around him tightly and letting him hit the back of your throat. It's been a while since you've given a blowjob, but you used to be pretty good at it, so you tap into those skills as best you can. Either way, he seems to be enjoying it as he grunts and whimpers, his hand moving to the back of your head to hold your hair as he thrusts gently into your mouth. His hips roll as he fucks your face and he strokes your cheek.

“So pretty with your mouth full a’my cock, baby.” You moan softly around him. “Fuck, doll, I don't wanna cum yet.”

He gently pulls your head up off of him and moans as his hard dick bounces with being released from your lips.

“Aw, daddy. How do you want this pussy?” You giggle, standing up. You both still have your masks and half your clothes on, so you slip your panties off and climb into his lap, rubbing your wet folds against him, but not letting him inside. His hips buck and he grunts.

“I wanna fuck her good and hard, baby. Make her cum so good for me.”

His fingertips find your clit and he rubs circles on your swollen bud. You moan loudly and hold onto his shoulders for support.

“Take off everything but your mask.” His voice is quiet but firm, so you stand up and do exactly as he says. He does the same until you're both naked in just your masks. “Lay on your back.”

You settle onto the couch on your back and he puts your ankles on his shoulders, teasing your entrance with the head of this cock.

“You want it hard, baby?”

“God, yes!” You moan as he slams into you in one thrust, your eyes rolling back from being filled so quickly.

“Oh, honey, you take this cock so well.” He picks up an intense pace of thrusting into you and you could die because it feels so good. You're already close to an orgasm as he slams against your g-spot relentlessly, but it really pushes you over the edge when he reaches down to rub on your clit as he fucks you. “Come on, baby, cum for daddy.”

You do as you're told and groan loudly as your climax crashes into you like a freight train, filling your body with electric heat. He slows down just a little as you cum, trying to push off his own orgasm while your pussy squeezes his dick. Without warning, he leans down and picks you up, sitting back on his heels as he holds you in his arms and thrusts into you from underneath. In this position, you can kiss him easily, so you do and it's surprisingly tender. All of a sudden the sex has become something more, something that's binding you together as you look into each other’s eyes. It's like the masks remove the necessity for protective walls and the only thing left is vulnerability and something that shouldn't be there yet, but it is.

“Honey, I'm gonna cum.” He whispers it like a declaration of affection.

“Good.” Your affirmation is a confirmation that you feel the same way. Two more thrusts and he grunts and buries his head in your neck while his cock twitches and shoots his release inside you. He groans into your hair and tries desperately to keep himself from saying the words. It's too soon. Too early. He's only known you for a couple of weeks. But it's there, so close to the tip of his tongue that he's scared to open his mouth. And you wait, needing him to say it first because if you do it makes you insane. So you sit there for a few seconds, both of you refusing to admit what you know to be true. Even if it's stupid, unrealistic, short-lived, it is in fact, true.

He pulls back from his place in your neck and pushes the mask off of your face. Then, you take his off and there's nothing blocking you anymore. You see him and he sees you and there's no going back.

“Fuck. I'm in love with you.” He says it incredulously like he can't believe it either because he can't. It hangs there for a second like smoke before you whisper your response.

“I'm in love with you too.”

******

Until Next Time

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intersexfairy · 24 hours ago

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Disabled trans guy escaping abuse

Hi friends! I'll try to keep this short (long version under the cut), but I need help. I may be getting into a housing program soon, made the mistake of telling my parents, and today they've been manipulating me trying to get me to stay. There's a long history of abuse, neglect, transphobia, and ableism - mainly on my dad's part.

I have $24 in my bank account. I can't drive, can't work, and am severely disabled. My mom wants me to make her and my father into healthcare proxies. When I was younger, my dad threatened me with institutionalization and conservatorship. I'm scared for my safety.

I just need some help. I'll apply for assistance when I qualify. I'm gonna need an emotional support animal. I don't know if I'll get the apt yet but see the cut for an explanation.

Venmo: julesfairy

I don't know what goal to set so I'll update this post when I can. Reblogs help a lot, if anything for knowing I'm not alone.

Long version: I'm 23, mentally ill/disabled, have no income, $24 in my bank account, live with my abusive father, and my parents refuse to call me my name/pronouns/etc. I also just left a cult-like group and found out I have a shit ton of nerve damage all over my body. So I'm having a time!

Anyway. I mistakenly told them that I've applied for a housing program and may be getting into a 1 bedroom apartment. They do not want me to leave, and today lovebombed, gaslit, and otherwise manipulated me into staying.

WHY I'M MAKING THIS POST NOW:

They know I'm meeting with the case worker tomorrow.

I don't know how they're going to react once they realize I'm going through with this. I'm worried about my father's reaction specifically - In the past, he's threatened to kick me out, kill himself, throw me in the psych ward, or put me under conservatorship. My mom just told me she wants me to make her and my father my healthcare proxy.

If I get this apartment, I'm going to apply for SNAP and Temporary Assistance as soon as I qualify, and rely on food banks. But if anyone can spare some cash, that'd help a lot too. I just need some help, I'm desperate. I don't know if I can take another failed escape.

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moxanji-real · 1 day ago

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you might have already answered this (i apologize if you did) but how did moxie and sanji meet? i'm curious

(Gonna answer this in first person, I hope you don’t mind. I am Moxie after all Xd)

I’ll never forget the first time I met Sanji—it felt like fate. I was just a customer at the Baratie ( a fancy floating restaurant in the middle of the ocean) passing through on a journey I can barely remember now because of how much he changed everything. From the moment I stepped inside, I couldn’t ignore the handsome, blond waiter moving effortlessly across the room, charming every woman in sight. I rolled my eyes at first, thinking he was just some shameless flirt, but when he approached my table, all that confidence caught me completely off guard.

He greeted me with a suave smile, bowing slightly as he asked, “What can I get for such a stunning lady today?” His voice was smooth as silk, and I couldn’t help but blush, though I tried to hide it. I remember teasing him back, trying to keep up with his charm, but I was hopelessly outmatched. There was something about him—beyond his good looks and charisma—that kept me rooted to my seat, hanging onto every word.

Over the next few days, I kept finding reasons to stay at the Baratie, convincing myself it was for the food (which, to be fair, was amazing). But deep down, I knew it was because of him. He’d always find me, no matter how busy the restaurant was, and we’d talk about anything and everything. He even told me about his dream of finding the All Blue, and I could see the fire in his eyes. That passion… it was magnetic and I couldn’t help but be drawn in. 🤧💞

Anyway, this art pairs perfectly with the response, and I just realized I never shared it here. So, here it is—young Sanji and young Moxie. Little did they know, they would one day become husband and wife, their futures intertwined in the most beautiful way 💛❤️

(Art by Yosi Yochai on fiverr)

#moxanji #thanks for the question!!#I hope you don’t mind I answered in first person <3 #I kin my one piece self insert and this response felt like it would be a lot better answering this way

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sundrop-writes · 14 hours ago

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It's been far too long since me and Star have been on our bullshit, and I am so glad that the return of Star Squared in 2025 is with a smutty Gleggie fic <33

anyway, here we fuckin goooo

Star: "Jesus" for a moment I forgot about the long haired white boy SKSKSKSKS (i blinked like "what?")

Sunny: it's hilarious because in the show they explicitly state that his real name is Paul Rovia, but NOBODY CALLS HIM PAUL. NOBODY IN THE SHOW CALLS HIM BY HIS REAL FUCKING NAME. everybody calls him Jesus. it's a nickname that stuck SO FUCKING HARD. so yeah, it's that long haired white boy. also you would probably be interested to hear that one of the top ships with Jesus is Jesus x Daryl. (and I was a part of the fandom when Jesus was first introduced, and seeing the SURGE in Jesus/Daryl fics hit the scene was actually hilarious and amusing.)

Star: "he felt utterly insulted at the idea of a pregnant woman sleeping outside in a trailer" THANK YOU

Sunny: in the canon, Jesus is like the Boyle to Maggie's Jake Peralta. he's like "if Maggie isn't here, I'm gonna throw up and die", and when anybody is treating Maggie poorly (especially after Glenn is gone, rip, crying) then he steps to them and makes sure they know what the fuck is up. even though Maggie is more than class at defending herself, he is always standing behind her ready to back her the fuck up and I LOVE IT

Star: "more satisfying for Maggie to fuck her two lovers in the new found comfort of the Manor’s bed" KSKSKKSKSKSK YEEEEAAAHHHHH

Sunny: Jesus was like "a pregnant woman deserves a comfortable bed" and Maggie was like "well they're coming with me". also I just thought about Glenn's speech to Lori in S2 and how the list of things he thinks a pregnant woman requires are 'vitamins, nice bedding, and a comfortable pillow' and Jesus agrees

Star: "tired at the thought that she might have to wrangle you away from a conflict" LET ME LIIIVEEEEEEE

Sunny: if she let you live then NOTHING WOULD GET DONE. THIS IS WHY MAGGIE HAS TO BE IN CHARGE

Star: "you knocked a vase off a nearby table" i regret nothing : 3

Sunny: trust me, when you get to the point of the show where you actually meet Gregory, you will regret this EVEN LESS and you will come back to this fic and reread this even more for satisfaction's sake

Star: "You. Hallway. Now" oh no Maggie's mad 😔 (😌)

Sunny: THE EMOJIS HERE ARE MY FUCKING FAVOURITE. this is literally like that meme "I don't want Maggie to be mad at me... but the DEMONS IN ME want her to be mad at me cause she's HOT WHEN SHE'S MAD"

Star: "And clean up that damn mess" that's my baby momma 🛐

Sunny: This was directly inspired by her big hot attitude moments in the canon <3 (I need her to step on me so badly, I fear)

Star: "If you wanted to be pregnant, then Maggie would make it happen" give her a strap, she can do it

Sunny: oddly enough, I am so Gleggie brained, I was not thinking of a strap. I was so hyper-focused on the idea of using Glenn as a dildo that I was not thinking about Maggie with a strap but IMAGINE THE POWER of a Gleggie threesome where Maggie has a strap and she BOSSES GLENN AROUND ABOUT HOW TO FUCK READER. like ooomf

Star: "one of the ropes for the horses" : O

Sunny: yeehaw <3 (cut to that clip of Glenn creeping on her through the binoculars and say 'helloooo farmer's daughter' cause Maggie is SO HOT WHEN SHE RIDES A HORSE WHILE WEARING THAT FUCKING COWBOY HAT)

Star: "Gregory’s bedroom doorway" YEEEAAAH SKKSKSKSKSK

Sunny: I HATE HIM SO MUUUUCH. he deserves a thousand ugly deaths but for now, this will do lmao

Star: "Uh - Mags, don’t we need Glenn for this part?" nonsense, get the strap

Sunny: I WISH I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT TO GIVE HER A STRAP. This is why I need your brain, you activate the evil in me sometimes I really need it

Star: "I’ll probably have him fuck your ass for practice instead" : O WOWHWJAKWNAB

Sunny: ... ngl, if this wasn't a breeding kink fic, I would have actually gone there. I was a in a Mood when I was writing this lmao

Star: "Glenn had absolutely no clue what he had done to warrant such a harsh tone" IQSKAKAKKS HE'S IMMEDIATELY THINKING OF ALL THE SHIT HE'S DONE

Sunny: his crimes? DIDN'T FOLD HIS LAUNDRY. DIDN'T MAKE THE BED THIS MORNING. DIDN'T PUT THE TOILET SEAT DOWN. and meanwhile Maggie is just like "hurry up, I need your cock for something"

Star: "but that would mean that you" he's putting one and two together, please hold

Sunny: WHY IS YOU SAYING 'PLEASE HOLD' ABOUT GLENN'S LOADING BRAINCELLS SO FUCKING FUNNY. like I actually imagine you saying this out loud to him as he's fucking thinking and it's TOO FUCKING FUNNY OMG

Star: "You should have run when you had the chance, dude! These pregnancy hormones are making her fucking insane" JAKAOAKAKKA I LOVE THIS READER SO MUCH

Sunny: then that means I have done my job well, bless <3

Star: "Jesus, Maggie, the buckle!" he's so cute (his girlfriends are absolute freaks)

Sunny: he accidentally rizzed himself into a long term relationship with two absolute freaks and he can't entirely handle it, but most men couldn't. and we love him for it

Star: "He had realized a bit too late that she had decided to get pregnant" and he's falling for the same THING TWICE IN A ROW !!! "It was just as terrifying and dizzying as it was absolutely thrilling" i love how much Glenn is just happy to be there

Sunny: he really is just falling for it twice in a row, but at least Maggie told him what's happening this time so that he won't be ENTIRELY SURPRISED when there's a positive pregnancy test. also again you saying 'Glenn is just happy to be there' is so weirdly fucking funny to me omg

Star: 'it was Maggie’s baby" glenn IS the strap

Sunny: he was the mystery mouskatool <33

Star: "Jesus,” Glenn hissed" he's doing laundry, i think "Jesus’s very timid voice" KSOAKAKKA NOT ANYMORE I GUESS

Sunny: I WAS SOOOO TEMPTED to put in a line about how Glenn was like 'no I DIDN'T MEAN YOU WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE'

Star: "It’s not my fault I’m stuck on a full seven inches over here // Eight" alright you smug motherfucker

Sunny: I had to sneak in some weirdly cocky overly confident S2 Glenn attitude because that is the man I FELL IN LOVE WITH

Star: "you had just gotten off a particularly long, painful horse ride" basically what happened

Sunny: Glenn goes up behind reader and starts singing 'save a horse, ride a cowboy' because he thinks that he's being funny

Break The Brake

Dom!Maggie Rhee x Sub!Fem!Reader x Sub!Glenn Rhee

I want some more, I want some more - yeah.

Gimme some more, gimme some more - yeah.

Summary:

Maggie has a lot to deal with in life right now - she's the (unofficial) leader of The Hilltop, trying to take care of an entire community, and at the same time dealing with their whiny ousted ex-leader, all while in the early stages of her pregnancy, growing a person inside of her - and somehow, all of the stress makes her hornier than ever.

Luckily, you and Glenn are always there when she needs the two of you.

Or - Maggie fucks you and Glenn in Gregory's bed because he pissed her off.

Dom!Maggie Rhee x Sub!Fem!Reader x Sub!Glenn Rhee. Established Poly Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 7 (Glenn Lives AU).

Word Count: 10,900

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Warnings: This is an AU of Season 7 (or even of Season 8, because it's after Negan is jailed, but whatever) - Glenn lives, and I did not specifically mention Abraham dying, so you can imagine that he lived too if you want to - Negan is in jail and all the communities, including what's left of the Saviors, are now living in peace; Glenn, Maggie, and the reader are all in an established poly relationship - at this point in the series, Glenn and Maggie would have been 'married', so the reader is a part of that marriage as well (and though I didn't explicitly state it in the fic, I imagine that the reader goes by the last name Rhee as well); this is during the part of the timeline when Maggie was pregnant (this is why I am saying S7, rather than S8) - still very early on in her pregnancy; discussion of Maggie's body going through changes due to the pregnancy (her gaining weight and a brief, passing mention of her feeling insecure due to that weight gain), also mentions of the pregnancy hormones increasing her libido; this fic DOES use Y/N; the reader has a vagina and breasts and uses she/her pronouns - the reader also has the ability to get pregnant and expresses the desire to get pregnant during the fic; there is mentions of the reader's breasts becoming 'swollen' during pregnancy, but this doesn't denote her pre-pregnancy size, this is just a symptom that comes with pregnancy and an exaggerated descriptor due to the kink-side of her partners being excited about her becoming pregnant; this has very little plot and is mostly smut; warnings for the smut specifically: technically pregnancy sex (because Maggie is pregnant) even though she is the dom commanding the two subs and not actually the one being fucked; a lot of sub/dom dynamics - Maggie is extremely dominant (she is a mean, rough dom), the reader is submissive (she is bratty and teasing), and Glenn is submissive (he is soft and very well behaved); Maggie calls the reader 'little bird' and 'darling girl' and 'brat' and 'whore', and 'sweet little bitch', and 'breeding bitch'; Mommy kink - both Glenn and the reader call Maggie Mommy; brat taming - between Maggie and the reader; bondage - Maggie ties the reader's wrists behind her back, and later in the fic, ties Glenn to the bed with his own belt; punishment and reward - the reader misbehaves and Maggie punishes her (and eventually rewards her); some brief descriptions of anal sex (as a brief flashback - and the flashback is trigger when Maggie uses it as a threat towards the reader, but it's not a main point of this fic); fingering - reader receiving; spanking/pain kink - from Maggie towards the reader; Maggie whips the reader with a belt (across the ass, in a way that is described as pleasure-pain); using a knife to cut off and remove clothes; unprotected penis in vagina sex - between Glenn and the reader; overstimulation - Glenn is 'forced' to cum multiple times to the point where it is painful (but he enjoys it); breeding kink - as I mentioned before, the reader wants to get pregnant (and Maggie also really wants this so that their babies will be close in age, and as things progress, Glenn gets very into it as well); mentions of using a vaginal plug (to keep the cum inside); I think that's actually about it.

A/N: Title comes from a song by Xdinary Heroes of the same name. I have been wanting to write more 'quick' fics for TWD, and this fic was supposed to be like 5k, and even though it turned out way longer than I intended it to, this is definitely one of my quicker fics. So I am really happy with it. I want to write more PWP for The Walking Dead because those fics will be quicker, and because it will help me write fics for characters I haven't yet written about that I really want to write for. So I am definitely going to be writing more PWP fics between working on my longer Daryl fic. Anyway, I had a lot of fun working on this fic, and while I most definitely did not think that this was going to be my first fic of the year, I am super excited to share it with you guys, and I really hope that everyone enjoys it!

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Patience.

It was one of the things that Maggie had mastered since becoming the leader of The Hilltop - well, the ‘unofficial’ leader. If you asked any one of the people who lived in the small community, they would tell you that Maggie was their leader. They would tell you that they looked to her for every important decision, even unimportant ones, and they followed her lead in everything.

Gregory was nothing more than a figurehead - though, in a lot of ways, he wasn’t even that. Figureheads were supposed to be a symbol that people looked to as a representation of something good. But all Gregory represented was cowardice, selfishness, and these days - avoidance of any responsibilities that he claimed to have. He claimed that he was still the undisputed leader of the community, and that all the ‘work’ he had put into Hilltop most definitely still meant something to the people living there. But when it came to major decisions, if Maggie, Glenn, you, Sasha, and Jesus outweighed him on his word, then he simply didn’t get his way.

Which led him to throwing a lot of childlike fits. Which led to Maggie being forced to develop a great deal of patience when it came to him.

Often times, when Gregory huffed and argued with her, she could hear her father’s voice in the back of her mind, ranting on about Job and how God wouldn’t impart wrath on the ‘weak minded’ - especially when she felt the itch of her hand straying toward her gun. She wondered if her father had some hand in sending a man named Jesus to watch over her, ensuring that she didn’t murder this awful, annoying man in cold blood.

“No, no. Absolutely not, I simply won’t have it!”

Gregory’s petulant voice echoed off the walls of the front sitting room that he had declared as his ‘office’ - clearly, he was trying to have some power over the meeting that he had called to talk to Maggie about this latest issue. He sneered a grand huff through his nostrils as he hurled himself back into his seat - a luxurious upholstered chair that sat tall behind the large oak desk that he claimed to ‘work’ at.

Maggie knew that he spent most of his time sitting there, reading through the expensive first edition book collection that lived in the Manor while he drank through the rare Scotch that Negan had given him when the extortion deals had still been in place. Hard work wasn’t something he was familiar with.

Currently, he was throwing a fit because Maggie had demanded (‘suggested’ Jesus would remind her to say during the meeting) - that more of the beds within the house actually be put into use with winter coming up. The Manor was large and had over ten functional bedrooms, and currently, only two of them were in use. One - the largest main bedroom, being used by Gregory, as it had been since The Turn.

And the second, more recently, being one of the smaller bedrooms on the ground floor had been taken up by you, Glenn, and Maggie. The three of you had only moved in there at Jesus’s insistence when he found out about Maggie’s pregnancy, and he felt utterly insulted at the idea of a pregnant woman sleeping outside in a trailer with thin metal walls.

Gregory hadn’t liked the idea of the three of you moving into ‘his house’ - Maggie already knew that his ego took up most of the Manor, but he seemed especially perturbed about the three of you in particular moving in. And when prodded on the manner, he awkwardly danced around the fact that he seemed uncomfortable with your polyamorous relationship. Maggie wasn’t surprised. Even with the society everyone once knew dead and gone, only those closest to you seemed to truly understand what the three of you had without mocking it or believing that it was purely sexual.

But Gregory’s annoyance and even anger toward you and Glenn only made it more satisfying for Maggie to fuck her two lovers in the new found comfort of the Manor’s bed, louder and louder, knowing that he might be kept awake at night by the noise and feel too awkward to say anything about it.

But right now, as she stood with her arms firmly crossed, glaring him down, Maggie knew that this wasn’t just about you or Glenn or even the comfort of her and her unborn child. This was about the other people in the community who didn’t need to be stuck outside in poorly insulated trailers during the winter, sleeping on makeshift cots for beds when there was a luxurious mansion sitting twenty feet away. Gregory had been selfish and petulant long enough - if the house was his last stand, the place where he truly drew a line, then he could be the one to sleep outside.

“This matter isn’t up for discussion, winter is coming up, and-” Maggie began, speaking firmly, but of course, she was cut off.

“You’re right! This isn’t up for discussion!” Gregory bolstered back. “I don’t need a bunch of… hoodlums running in and out, potentially breaking my priceless artifacts-”

Off to the side, you let out a harsh scoff.

Your annoyance was already thick in the air and Maggie wondered if she was going to regret bringing you into this meeting.

You were sitting in another one of the well padded chairs in the corner, your legs thrown over the arm of the chair in that care-free way that you always had about you. You gave Gregory a look that said you were amused, but tired of his bullshit, and Maggie wasn’t sure if she was thankful for the back-up or already tired at the thought that she might have to wrangle you away from a conflict with him. (Because historically, you had much less patience when it came to dealing with Gregory.)

“Newsflash, asshole. Literally everything is priceless now. There’s no money anymore. And the world has literally turned on its head, in case you haven’t noticed. So canned beans and bullets are far more valuable than any of this old crap that you have in here,”

To punctuate your point, you reached out one of your feet and with absolutely no hesitation, you knocked a vase off a nearby table. It was white with a blue pattern, and Maggie knew that it was likely one of those ‘priceless artifacts’ that Gregory had been talking about. It fell onto the floor and smashed into hundreds of tiny pieces, causing Gregory to jump out of his seat and stare at the mess as girlish gasp fell from his lips. Maggie pressed a firm hand to her forehead, already stressed out at the fact that she would have to mitigate the oncoming fight.

“It’s all meaningless-”

“That was Delftware!” Gregory shouted, turning red in the face with how viciously he raised his volume.

Maggie’s hand brushed over her gun, and she forced herself to clench her fist with patience, moving to stand between you and Gregory when he finally moved out from behind his desk to approach you - not that she thought he would be any threat to you. The man was all talk. But still, she put a hand in the middle of his chest to force him to keep his distance while he glared at you over her shoulder. She became even more aggravated at the fact that she could almost feel the way you were smirking back at him, even if she couldn’t see it.

“It’s just a damn vase, calm down.” Maggie told him, knowing that her annoyance wouldn’t do much to calm him down, but unable to hold back the words.

“Ca - calm down? Me? Calm down?” Gregory balked, looking at her, utterly insulted. “You come into my home, break my things, and-”

“And we tend your gardens to keep you fed, keep Walkers away, negotiate peace and trade with the other communities. Doesn’t Jesus do your laundry?” You added on, sass and impatience absolutely full in your voice. “If it wasn’t for Maggie and the people loyal to her, you would die naked and starving. But a pretty vase is more important, right?”

Maggie locked her jaw, resisting the urge to add onto your point and agree with you, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. She hoped that your words - words that nobody else had dared to speak aloud, at least not to Gregory’s face before - would finally sink in.

She wouldn’t find herself so lucky.

Instead, the man continued to gape at the two of you, looking dumbfounded and insulted, as if he truly could not believe what you were saying.

“I - I founded this community.” He said, going back to the only small leg he had to stand on. “I - uh. Are you going to let your little lackey talk to me this way?” He asked, turning to Maggie, as if hoping that she would dismiss you.

Before Maggie was forced to pick a side in the spat, you spoke up again.

“Are you stupid?” You asked, the words clearly directed at Gregory, sounding entirely casual and conversational, rather than intended to be a genuine insult.

“Excuse me?” Gregory gasped. “How dare that you insinuate that my intelligence is anything other than above average, I have a degree from-”

“It was just a question.” You shrugged. “I didn’t say ‘you are stupid’. I asked ‘are you stupid?’ - I was just wondering.”

Maggie sighed and rolled her eyes, turning to you.

“You. Hallway. Now.” She told you firmly, pointing a hand out toward the door, making an order that she hoped you would be smart enough not to refuse.

You gave her a small smirk that she knew too well - you had been playing it up, dancing on her last nerve on purpose. Then, something inside of her shifted. All the tired frustration that she had been feeling was like coal to a wicked fire, fueling her into a lustful beast. One that was set to attack you the second that she got you alone.

You got up out of your chair and moved into the hallway like she had told you to, your boots crunching over the bits of smashed porcelain that were still scattered across the floor.

“Oh thank god, please tell me that you’re going to punish that wretched beast of a girl.” Gregory sighed.

Maggie was planning on punishing you - but most definitely not in a way that Gregory would ever know about.

Maggie turned back to him, fixing him in her sharp gaze now.

“We are gonna start movin’ people into the bedrooms, whether you like it or not.” She said, making sure he knew that her decision was final. “If you don’t want to live in the house with other people, you can move into one of the trailers, or you can take your chances out on the road and try findin’ someplace else.”

“You’re being completely unreasonable-”

“And clean up that damn mess.” She said with finality as she moved to leave the room, slamming the door on his protests about how you should be forced to clean it up instead.

When she was alone in the hallway with you, her gaze fixed on you like a hungry lioness. You were caught in her crosshairs, and there was no way you were going to escape. (Not that you wanted to.)

You were leaning against one of the walls, perched there oh-so-casually, clearly waiting for her - maybe you weren’t clever enough to run away, not expecting the full measure of the wrath that she was about to bring onto you, or maybe you were eagerly awaiting it.

“Are you stupid?” Maggie barked at you, recycling your own words back onto you as a kind of taunt.

She crossed the hallway in three long strides, soon crowding into your personal space, and didn’t give you a moment to answer the question before she was devouring your mouth. She pinned you even tighter against the wall, completely uncaring of who might come across the two of you and see the utterly carnal exchange - nothing loving to mistake about it, gnashing teeth and panting breath, Maggie trying to devour you in a way that spoke of revenge. Clearly trying to shut you up, and you letting out precious little whimpers as you quickly became turned on by her powerful actions and struggled to keep up.

“I’m not stupid.” You huffed against her chin when she finally pulled back from your lips, looking you in the eyes with a fierce, demanding gaze once again. “Maybe I’m just bored, or-” You choked on a breath, the words dissolving off in your throat.

“What?” Maggie demanded.

She could see the thoughts swimming behind your eyes, something lethal and lustful, something you were almost afraid to say.

“Come on, speak up. Tell me, little bird.”

It was a nickname that made you weak, caused a whimper from deep in your chest - something that she had called you since the beginning of the relationship that made your pussy flutter and made your heart sing.

When your jaw quivered in hesitation and you still didn’t speak, Maggie reached up and harshly grabbed your nipple through your shirt - the peak already stuck off and visible through the thin fabric of your tee shirt, no bra in sight, making you even more of a tease in her eyes. She twisted harshly and wiggled her hold on the sensitive point for a prolonged moment, trying to force words out of you. You let out a small whine, and finally folded to her whims, divulging that secret desire.

“I - I can’t stop thinking about how good you look cause you’re all knocked up,” You said, your voice edging on a whisper, trying to keep it as a secret just between the two of you.

Your hands came forward and cradled her hips - hips that were now wider than they used to be thanks to the epic hunger the pregnancy had given her, something that made you and Glenn proud to satisfy as her providers while she was so busy providing for everyone else. Initially, the weight gain and the way her body changed in make-up (the fact that she was now more curvy than she ever had been) made her feel self conscious, made her feel a bit alien in her own skin. Especially when she had asked Glenn to get her bigger jeans on one of his last scavenging runs.

But now - Maggie’s insides were burning hotter than they had in weeks, raging with confidence and power and sheer need, and what you said cranked the fire up to a full blown inferno.

“I can’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you look.” You said, digging your thumbs into the spot right above the waistband of her jeans, creating an intense tingle across her skin. “I… I wanna be gorgeous like that too.”

The last words came out in a tiny, shy croak, and Maggie almost thought she was mistaken by your meaning - were you saying that you wanted to be pregnant too?

“Say it.” Maggie commanded, stroking a sharp thumb across your cheek and your bottom lip, loving the absolutely enraptured, glassy look in your eyes already. “Say it, little bird.”

“I wanna get pregnant.” You told her, your throat tight around the words as you became swallowed up by your own lust, the statement delivering a beautiful gut punch to Maggie’s stomach.

Her mind was instantly flooded with images of Glenn fucking into you furiously at her command, pulling out - his cock red and raw, drooling and wet with a combination of your cum and his, leaving your cunt used and leaking. Maggie would shove that cum back up inside of you with her fingers to make sure that it took, forcing tears from your eyes as you whined and complained about how sore you were - but it was what you asked for. Your body needed to be fucked and used and filled if you wanted a baby.

She conjured up mental images of your tits swollen and aching, holding them in her hands and feeling how heavy they were, getting to grope all over your body to feel how big and beautiful you were becoming with Glenn’s baby growing inside of you.

And of course, the sentimental part took hold, and she realized that it meant that your kids would grow up close in age. They would be half-siblings biologically - just like her and Beth. It was a needy chime that clanged in her heart that instantly needed to be answered. If you wanted to be pregnant, then Maggie would make it happen.

And then, another stroke of genius flashed into her mind.

She grabbed your wrist and dragged you toward the stairs, and along the way, she spotted something hanging on the railing that would definitely help her in her quest - Jesus had left one of the ropes for the horses bundled up there, so Maggie grabbed it in her free hand and continued hauling you along forcefully behind her.

She smiled widely to herself when she arrived at the end of the hallway and pushed you in through Gregory’s bedroom doorway. He didn’t want people ruining his precious house. Fuck him. Maggie was going to ruin his damn bed.

She followed in behind you and slammed the door shut behind her, and you stared at her with lustful awe in your eyes.

“Uh - Mags, don’t we need Glenn for this part?” You asked, feeling a bitter thrill run up your spine as you watched her take out her knife and cut off a short length of the rope with it.

Maggie let out a dark chuckle - one that made your pussy clench and scared you a little at the same time. She put away her knife, walked over to you, and shoved you down onto the bed with a surprising force. Not that it would take much to topple you when you were this dizzy with lust, shaking with anticipation.

“Darling girl, you still need to be punished for what you did downstairs,” She told you, giving you a dark look.

You choked on a moan and felt yourself most definitely getting wetter - this was what you had been hoping for all afternoon. You were absolutely pliant to her actions when she flipped you onto your stomach and brought both your hands behind your back, tying your wrists together with the abrasive rope that most definitely wasn’t meant for this - it rubbed against your skin in a harsh way that lit up your nerves and somehow, turned you on even more.

Your stomach churned with anticipation and your breath came out in hot pants, and you quickly became dizzier by the second as you wondered what she was going to do to you.

“Just because that old fucker is an awful, thick-skulled, stupid man doesn’t mean that you get to go around actin’ like a rude brat,” Maggie told you, reaching for the waistband of your jeans and your underwear at the same time, harshly pulling the fabric down over your ass, leaving your drooling cunt exposed to the open air in seconds.

You clenched around nothing, feeling more wetness leak out of you, and you knew that she could see it - just how embarrassingly needy and wet you were for her.

“If you can behave yourself through this, then maybe - maybe I’ll go get Glenn and let him stuff your little pussy so you can get your wish, alright?”

You let out a sharp moan at this, and nodded furiously.

“But if you keep actin’ like a damn brat, then I’ll probably have him fuck your ass for practice instead and you won’t even get to cum at all,”

You let out a louder moan - strangely enough, this idea turned you on even more, even though it was entirely counter-productive to your goals. But you remembered the feeling of his cock in your ass from past experiences.

Back at the quarry camp in Atlanta when he brought you back lube from one of his runs to call you out on something he thought was a joke, and you ended up pinned against a tree with his whimpers huffing in your ear, loving the feeling of his cum running down your leg after he pulled out, laughing about how you were ‘crazy’ and it was a ‘weird first date’ (which, it was). Back before the two of you had Maggie - back before the two of you realized that the crazy sex would actually lead to something more.

The memory alone caused more wetness to leak out of you - which Maggie wiped up with two fingers that she promptly shoved inside you with a sharp jab, absolutely no gentleness or warning. The touch lit up your insides with that rough, beautiful feeling, causing your hips to seize up off the bed toward her, instantly seeking more of the friction, more of the fullness.

“God, you are such a little whore,” She taunted you, beginning to fuck you with those two fingers in quick, aggressive strokes.

“I - I’ll be good,” You choked out, turning your head so that your words wouldn’t be lost against the sheets. “I’ll be good, I swear!”

“Yeah?” She taunted you, her voice melting into that fake, honey-sweet tone that turned you on far too much. “You gonna be a good whore? You gonna be a good little whore instead of a dumb fucking brat?”

Then, without any warning, she brought her free hand down onto you in a vicious slap - spanking you harshly across the ass cheek. You let out a moan - enjoying the mixture of bright pain that tingled across your skin and the blinding, sharp pleasure that came from inside of you where she was still fucking you with her fingers, absolutely relentless. She was quickly melting you, turning you into the pliant, submissive, easy girl that she knew you could be.

She was powerful like that. She could have you exactly where she wanted you within minutes.

“Are you gonna earn it?”

She said, her voice becoming slightly breathless from the efforts, but still utterly commanding and powerful in the room - especially past the sounds of you whining and the wet slapping of your pussy under her fingers, being played like a piano for her. Another smack came across your ass from her another hand and you let out another pathetic moan.

“Are you gonna earn the right to be knocked up?”

“Yes!” You cried out in return. “Yes, Mommy!”

“Good girl.”

…

“I need to talk to you.”

Glenn had absolutely no clue what he had done to warrant such a harsh tone from Maggie - firm, demanding, serious. It was her work voice. It was her bossy voice - her ‘something is going down’ voice.

Glenn knew that Maggie had a meeting with Gregory that morning - the man still demanded to be let in on certain ‘matters’, even though, thanks to Maggie, and Jesus, and Sasha, he had very little control over what went on in the small settlement anymore. But he knew how to push Maggie’s buttons, a lot. So either she was pissed off because of something Gregory had done, or something bad was happening.

Glenn found himself unable to move, pure fear struck into him due to the tone of her voice alone, and the stern expression that was knit across her face. He had been picking through a large wooden carriage of goods dropped off by The Kingdom, sorting out a trade haul of both fresh and salvaged items that The Hilltop would need to feed everyone.

Maggie added on even more firmly:

“In private. Now.”

Roused to action by the urgency of her words, Glenn clattered behind her nervously, then, drawn to her bossy energy like a moth to a flame. Usually, it was something that turned him on, now, it was just putting a terrible anxiety deep in his gut. He pattered behind her confident strides with his usual quick steps, wondering what the hell was going on.

Since Maggie had become the unofficial leader of Hilltop, her days had been packed with a busy schedule that caused a lot of stress. Naturally, Gregory felt betrayed when ‘his’ people constantly chose her and looked to her for leadership, especially when going through conflicts with the Saviors that ultimately ended in a peaceful unification after Negan had been jailed. (Gregory had felt even more sour when he had chosen the wrong side, and still, Maggie and Rick had chosen to save his life.)

So these days he mostly just sequestered himself off in his office and drank and pretended that he was actually the one making decisions for the community when everyone looked to Maggie for true leadership.

This meant that Maggie was the truly busy one - she was the one making decisions about food, building more shelters for the growing community, trading with the other communities around them, how to deal with Walkers and potential threats like the Saviours (should those threats come up), medical care. Her days were packed with meetings, gardening to ensure the security of the food supply, and often, traveling off to the other communities to have more meetings. All while she was dealing with the hormones from her pregnancy.

She was adorably round as she entered her second trimester, her stomach just starting to show the cute pouch of a true baby bump - something that distracted Glenn increasingly as the days went on and made him smile. (That, along with the fact that her breasts were definitely growing and her ass was most definitely getting wider. Something she complained about that he found… viciously temping.) While she was busy taking care of the entire community, he was trying his best to take care of her - always chasing her down to eat and trying to make sure that she got the right amount of sleep.

And he was worried that something big and terrible had happened now - something that would cause her and the baby far too much stress.

When they arrived at the main house, Glenn wasn’t surprised when the large sitting room off to the side was closed off, Gregory clearly having closed himself in, sulking again. Maggie tightly grabbed his hand and began literally dragging him up the stairs, causing him to stumble over his own feet as she raced a bit faster than he could keep up.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, tripping over the edge of one of the fancy long rugs lining the intricately decorated hallways. “Is someone dead?” He dared to ask. “Did I do something? Am I in trouble? Maggie, come on-”

She shoved him inside the largest bedroom at the end of the hall - a room that Glenn could have sworn belonged to Gregory. But he couldn’t bring himself to care at all when Maggie quickly pulled the door shut behind them, locked it, and then yanked him close with two fingers tucked into his belt.

He barely had a moment to think before her mouth was on his, smothering him with an intense heat that he had missed so damn badly, even though it had only been two days since the last time they had fucked.

Oh. The state of her urgency and need for privacy truly clicked into his brain. Oh, fuck.

Glenn let out a sharp moan into her mouth - one that was only amplified when she pushed her tongue forcefully past his lips and reached for his belt. She swiftly unbuckled it and unzipped his jeans, reaching into the fly to forcefully grope his cock through his underwear, bringing him to full hardness so quickly that his head began to spin.

He let out another thick groan that was quickly swallowed by her perfect mouth - his mind was melting so quickly that he felt like he was frying inside of a giant pan, but he truly didn’t care. Her touch was just too good - all of it was just too good.

Glenn almost swore that he could taste the sharp tang of pussy in her mouth, a brightness that made him crave and want even more, that made him dizzy and pliant to her, but that would mean that you -

“Mommy?”

Glenn’s stomach jolted when he heard a pathetic moan that wasn’t his own, and Maggie parted far enough from him to allow his head to veer off toward the sound with horny curiosity flashing brightly through him.

Surely enough, there you were.

He wasn’t even sure when he had closed his eyes, but when he managed to peel them open, he discovered an utterly filthy sight that he was sure Maggie had left there just for him to enjoy.

You were propped against the bed, your cheek pressed against the expensive silk comforter, your mouth wide open and drooling, clearly already fucked out. Your hands were tied behind your back with a rough braided rope that was typically used on the horses, one that was abrasive on your skin and would surely leave marks that would last for days or even weeks and would be obvious to everyone. Hell, those kinds of marks might even be alarming to some people who didn’t know about the rumors of your ‘behind closed doors’ activities if you didn’t wear long sleeves in the coming days.

Your feet were still planted firmly on the floor, leaving your ass exposed to the open air, your stomach leaning on the edge of the bed, with your jeans hastily ripped down to your knees - clearly, Maggie had been in just as much of an urgent rush with you too. The skin of your ass cheeks was bright and raw, already bruising slightly in some places - obviously, Maggie had delivered a vicious spanking to you over something you had done that had displeased her.

If you had sat through your punishment well, perhaps taking Glenn’s cock would be your reward. Glenn’s body tingled with pleasure at the thought.

Especially because your cunt was so pretty and used - clearly Maggie had been playing with it while she had been spanking you. You were so wonderfully raw, spread open and puffed with blood and absolutely drunk with your wetness. The glistening slick spread all over your cute pussy hair and leaking down to slick up your thighs, your hole clenching with anticipation - clearly, you hated the emptiness. (Glenn yearned to march over there and thrust inside of you, filling you up - but he was absolutely not mistaken about the fact that Maggie was in charge.)

He was instantly struck with a mental image of Maggie forcing you onto the bed, tying your hands behind your back and then shoving her face into your cunt - alternating between forcefully fucking you open with her fingers and spanking your ass until you were crying out for her to stop.

Her arms had gotten so strong from the farm work, long hours digging holes with shovels with no heavy machinery to help the process along, lifting heavy bags of fertilizer even when Glenn insisted she shouldn’t, carrying large buckets of water - Glenn would be lying if he said that the fact that she could pin him down so easily didn’t turn him on.

The mental image somehow made him even more turned on than he already was. And of course, with perfect timing, Maggie gave another harsh grope to his cock and ravenously bit at his neck. He had a feeling that if anymore blood rushed away from his brain to rapidly fill up his dick and balls, he would likely soon pass out - but then the idea of Maggie simply not caring and using him as an unconscious fucktoy turned him on even more in a wickedly depraved way.

“Y/N,” Glenn panted out your name, already struggling to breathe.

You flailed on the bed slightly, looking like a fish struggling on dry land because of the difficult position Maggie had left you in with your hands trapped behind your back (your body likely jelly and tired from one orgasm having rocked you, if not a few by now). Eventually, you managed to crane your head enough to see him, and you let out a little wicked laugh when you saw that Maggie was mauling his neck and already had his pants down over his thighs.

“Glenn!” You called back breathlessly in return. “You should have run when you had the chance, dude! These pregnancy hormones are making her fucking insane,”

There was a wicked kind of delight to your voice - and Glenn wasn’t quite sure what the sentiment behind your words was; if you truly felt like he would regret this because Maggie was too wound up to be reasoned with (which could very well be the case). Or if you wanted to keep her all to yourself because you could be a sucker for punishment at times, and you liked her when she was at her most ‘insane’. Glenn had seen how sometimes, you loved to tease Maggie just to drive her ‘insane’ so that she would spank you and overstimulate you until you nearly passed out.

Glenn, on the other hand, was softer. And typically, he enjoyed one or two rounds of playful sex or even making love - so perhaps your warning was a bit of both. Perhaps you knew that Glenn couldn’t quite handle Maggie when she was like this, but you could.

At your words, Maggie scoffed and pulled away from Glenn’s skin, and before he could truly miss the sensation of her soft lips sucking on him, he became intrigued by what she did next. She moved to grab his belt, swiftly pulling it out of the loops of his jeans, now wielding the leather in her hands in a way that was all too familiar - a weapon. It was something she had used against you before.

“Why do you always have to be such a goddamn brat?”

She scolded you sharply, and then, she stepped toward you, holding on tight to one end of the belt - Glenn watched with a delightful knot in his stomach as she wound her arm back, and he realized a moment too late that the end she was whipping toward you was the end with the metal buckle attached to it.

“Mommy-”

“Shut up!” She hissed at you in the same moment that the metal struck across your skin, creating a sharp welt across the width of one of your ass cheeks, causing you to yelp and jolt away from the sensation, and unmistakably - causing a fresh wave of hot slick to gush out of your cunt.

“Jesus, Maggie, the buckle!” Glenn spoke up, alarmed.

He couldn’t help it, it was just his nature. Even if you relaxed your muscles and moaned in pleasure moments after the hit washed over you, and you didn’t make any verbal protests. You knew that, even as ‘insane’ as Maggie was, there was always room for you to do so if you needed to. Glenn always had your best interests at heart. Again, he was just soft like that.

“She’s fine. You know she’s a pain lovin’ whore.”

Maggie scoffed again, rolling her eyes. But then, something else struck her, causing her hot streak to be turned toward him as she dropped the belt onto the floor with a dull ‘clank’.

“Wait - what did you just call me?”

“I - uh-”

Glenn began to stutter, and instinctively backed up when Maggie charged toward him, almost tripping over his own pants (which had now fallen down around his ankles). But he was quickly stopped in his tracks when Maggie grabbed him by the cock again - taking a firm, deadly hold on his cock and balls through his underwear, causing him to freeze deadly still when her sharp, untrimmed nails dug into his flesh oh-so-slightly.

He wasn’t one for pain, but for some reason, it sent a perfect tingle through him, and made his cock throb so perfectly. It sent an epic rush of adrenaline through him and he puffed a hot breath into her face while she stared him down with an utterly predatory gaze, and behind her, he could see you flailing again, desperately trying to see what was going on over your shoulder.

“What did you call me?” Maggie repeated, firmer, fiercer this time.

“Your name.” He wheezed out, knowing that he sounded utterly pathetic.

“No, that is not my name.” She replied, annoyance twinging into her voice. “Not here. Not when we’re alone. Now come on - what is my name? What are you supposed to call me?”

Glenn, growing dizzier with lust by the second, knew that there was only one correct answer.

“Mommy.”

He whined in reply, grateful when she released her death grip on his cock and smoothed a more forgiving touch across his shaft through the fabric, causing him to let out a tiny weep of precum in response. He shuddered and let out a whimper and he absolutely did not miss her utterly satisfied cat-like smirk as she turned back to you, giving him one last glance over her shoulder - naturally, with more dominating words.

“Get undressed. You have work to do.”

Glenn knew that the instructions were simple and certain for a reason - they were meant to be followed without question. Just like her place in the rest of the world, when Maggie picked out a job for him in their relationship, she assigned it to him with finite simplicity, and it was always best not to question her leadership.

(He had realized a bit too late that she had decided to get pregnant before he even considered it an option, and he was just happily fucked dumb and too pleased to question why he was allowed to cum inside of her beautiful pussy now.)

Glenn rushed to undo the buttons of his shirt with clumsy hands, still eagerly watching as Maggie went back over to you, clearly not done with you yet. She raised her hand up, and laid a harsh, open-handed spank across your ass, specifically targeting the harsh welt that the belt buckle had left on your skin to maximize the jolt of pain that went through you.

It definitely worked, according to the wail you let out and the way your body seized up off the bed. Even though Glenn wasn’t someone usually turned on by pain, he couldn’t deny the way his cock throbbed and let out another thick bead of precum, especially when you choked on a moan as she smoothed her warm hands over your skin, coddling you in turn with the harsh pain.

“Maggie-” You whined, making the same mistake that Glenn had earlier, earning you another sharp smack - one that had her wedding ring grazing across your skin sharply in a way that made you squeal.

“Are you stupid?” She barked, quickly moving two fingers back to your gaping cunt and shoving them inside without any gentleness, fucking into your raw hole so quickly that you saw stars. “Or are you tryna piss me off again? Huh?”

“‘m sorry, sorry! Ah!”

“What? I’m sorry, darlin’, I can’t hear you!” Maggie replied in a sing-song type voice, clearly teasing you as she continued to viciously fuck your cunt, digging her nails into the flesh of your ass with the other hand, waiting for you to say the magic words - or rather, the one magic word she wanted to hear.

Glenn’s insides jumped at the pure, filthy ‘squelch’ that rang out through the air, his tongue becoming fat in his mouth as he yearned to push between your thighs and taste that wetness. He raced to tear his feet out of the mess of fabric around his ankles, kicking off his shoes, finally getting out of his remaining clothing to be fully naked and free. He deeply resisted the urge to reach down and touch his throbbing cock where it jutted out from his pelvis, heavy, aching and needy, because he knew that would only get him scolded and put him on Maggie’s bad side. He knew that if he wanted to cum tonight, he should stay on her good side.

He moved forward to stand behind Maggie, eagerly looking over her shoulder and down at you as he waited for her next direction, drinking in the sight of her two fingers jabbing into your pussy with no mercy.

“I’m sorry, Mommy!” You cried out in return, finally giving her what she wanted.

“Better.” She sighed, pulling her fingers out - clearly, she had never been fucking your pussy with the intention of making you cum, but simply playing with you like the toy that you were, winding you up for her own enjoyment.

She leaned down and left a sharp, sudden bite on your ass, right on that same already sore spot, enjoying the scream you let out - another beautifully pathetic sound that only served to remind her of the power she held over you.

She then reached to her belt, going for the knife that she always kept there. For a moment, Glenn thought that she might cut the rope and finally free your wrists - but she surprised him when she used a hold on your arm to turn you over until you were resting on your back.

Once again, moving with utter certainty, she brought the blade to the bottom of your tee shirt and began slicing, easily tearing the fabric in half until your entire body was exposed - leaving your bare chest heaving as you let out a wild moan, far too turned on by the act of her cutting your clothes off you.

“Fuck, Mommy-” You breathed out, now most definitely in that buttery, utterly subservient headspace that Maggie needed you to be in.

“You gonna be a good little whore?” Maggie asked with a smirk, putting her knife back into its holster.

Before you had time to answer, she reached out a sharply twisted one of your nipples, causing you to let out a pathetic wail, arching into the touch.

“Ah! Yes! Yes, Mommy!” You replied, quivering and entirely subservient to her. “I’m yours. I’m good - I’ll be good. Please.”

Glenn’s skin was tingling with the feeling lingering in the air, drool easily pooling in his mouth just from getting to witness this. He was surprised when a small gasp escaped his lips as Maggie delivered a small smack to one of your tits, truly driving home her power with a little bit of extra pain, having you moaning and pressing your tits into the air, eager for more.

“Good.” Maggie said firmly. “Mommy’s glad you’re finally ready to be filled up.”

Glenn was more than eager and willing, but he should have been slightly afraid when Maggie reached back to the ground and grabbed his belt once again.

He should have been anticipating that what came next was going to drive him beyond his limits, but truly - he was far too turned on to care.

…

Not much later, Glenn found himself flat on his back in the middle of the bed, his hands tangled up and bound by the leather of his belt. He was tied to one of the slats on the fancy wooden headboard, with you completely divested of any remaining clothing and perched above him, your hands still tied behind your back, meaning that both of you had absolutely no control over the situation. Exactly how Maggie preferred things.

Maggie had manhandled you into place with that perfect, well-worked strength of hers and hadn’t hesitated to perch you right on top of Glenn’s cock, forcing you to sink down on top of his thick, eight-inch length - so now you were surrounding him like a wonderful, wet, hot sleeve. It was a feeling that had driven him insane within seconds.

Of course, you were clumsy and had practically no control, even though you were the one on top of him. You could do nothing with your arms tight behind your back and your legs weak from Maggie’s earlier brutal fucking of your pussy. You could do nothing but let her guide you. With her hands firm on your hips, she was using you like a perfect doll, like a fleshlight on Glenn’s cock, hammering you down onto his pelvis.

And though he was blind to how long it had been since you had sunk down onto his cock (he certainly wasn’t timing it and wasn’t keeping an eye on any one of the antique clocks in the room, not with your gorgeous tits swaying in front of his face) - it felt like it had been hours of brutal heat gripping him, smothering him in a private desert that had covered him in a thick sheen of sweat and made his muscles ache from the effort.

He was already swimming in a puddle of his own cum, his heavy balls already soaked and sloppy slick, making everything sound even filthier every single time Maggie dropped you down on top of him once again, making him feel gross in a way that somehow turned him on. He couldn’t help but to love every second of this - his mind hazy, his mouth wide open as he panted like a dog, desperate for air, your tits bouncing in his face as you moved on top of him with just as much desperation, chanting in quiet mumbles under your breath.

“Fill me up, fill me up, fuck-”

Somehow, he was still iron hard inside of you from the sheer demand of your hot pussy squeezing him, from Maggie’s beautiful southern voice going on, and on, telling the both of you exactly what she wanted.

“He’s gonna fill you up so good,” Maggie said, petting a hand across Glenn’s stomach in a sweet way that made his aching muscles melt. “Aren’t you, honey? Yeah? You’re gonna fill our girl up so good - gonna fill up this little pussy til she can’t take anymore,”

His cock was almost in pain at this point, and he almost felt like a prisoner, tied up and trapped underneath you with Maggie’s piercing eyes staring at him over your shoulder. But he realized that this was the best place in the world to be trapped. It was a smothering heat, a stinging pain that drove him insane. But it was where he was needed - it was a demand from two of the finest women in the world, a need for him, for his cock - a need that nobody else could ever fill. If it made Glenn a prisoner, then he would serve a life sentence and be a Walker chained up for the two of you to mock and admire as some kind of sick ornament and he would be happy about it.

It was the best kind of torture he could have ever imagined.

“Fuck, it hurts,”

Glenn whined, his head utterly dizzy - he wasn’t even sure if it was a complaint or not, simply a statement of fact. It was a point of awe as a jolt of sharp pleasure-pain zapped through his rod-hard cock and somehow - he found himself loving it, found himself letting out a sharp whine and jostling his hips up into your heat, seeking more of that delicious, deadly feeling.

“Aww, darlin, it’s almost like you’re new at this,”

Maggie replied, tossing him a grin.

She reached around a pinched one of your nipples, and you arched into the touch, and Glenn found his jaw lolling open in a sharp pant, his neck arching forward automatically with the urge to taste, the need to lap over that delicious, plump skin. But he was tied down with his arms stretched high above his head and unable to reach, and if he had any brain left in his head at all, he would have known that he must have looked like a foolish, dumb dog chasing after a treat that he couldn’t have.

“I get what I want.” Maggie continued on. “And what I want - is for this sweet little bitch to be pregnant. By tonight.” Maggie grabbed your cheeks sharply on both sides to emphasize the point, and you let out a whine in response. “So you’re gonna get your job done, Glenn. You’re gonna breed her up good, or I’m gonna leave the two of ya tied up here til it’s done - got it?”

Glenn huffed out a breath - the mental image of you pregnant, especially pregnant alongside Maggie, both of you round together, with swollen breasts and glowing skin and… both of you having his babies, both of you needy for his cock, waking him up in the middle of the night, just as demanding as Maggie had been over the past few weeks. It was just as terrifying and dizzying as it was absolutely thrilling.

“I want it.” You moaned out, your voice echoing and frantic. “I want it, I want it, I want it! Please, Glenn!”

You looked down at him with tears glassy across your eyes, your utter desperation punching him in the gut.

You really wanted to get pregnant. You really wanted to get pregnant with his baby.

Fuck.

“Promise her.” Maggie barked. “Promise her that you’re gonna knock her up!”

She then lightly smacked Glenn across the thigh behind you, jolting him into action.

“Fuck, ah!” Glenn gasped. “I promise. I promise, Y/N. I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll give you as many babies as you want, I swear.”

He wished that he could have pulled you close to kiss you as a way of sealing his promise, an in that silent way that she always understood him, Maggie grabbed you harshly by the hair and shoved you down toward Glenn, pressing your tits tightly up against his chest as she shoved your mouth into his in a messy, sloppy, somehow very heart-warming kiss. Glenn moaned into your mouth and you shoved your tongue past his lips, entirely eager to taste him.

“You’re gonna look so gorgeous when you’re all knocked up, little bird.” Maggie whispered in your ear. “Such a pretty little breeding bitch for us,”

All too soon, she yanked you away from Glenn’s mouth with that hold on your hair, and the harsh tugging on your roots causing a delightful spike of pain combined with her filthy words sent your body spiralling towards the edge.

“Fuck, Mommy!”

You choked on a moan and Glenn felt you spasming around him, your hips grinding non-rhythmically on his cock in sharp jumps - fuck, you were cumming. You were cumming just from the idea of him knocking you up.

And fuck - he was cumming again too.

Glenn let out a grunt from deep within his chest and instinctively fucked himself up into you in a few sharp pumps. But at this point, when the hot flood came spilling from his cock, mixing with your overflowing wetness and his own previous loads of cum, he couldn’t even tell where the new mess began and the old mess ended. It was all just stickiness and filth at this point.

There was a single, tiny moment where he thought that his dick just might give up - where his body might forcibly black out and that he would wake up later, inevitably in this same position of utterly beautiful torture. But instead, a sharp, tingling pain ran across his skin and developed into a mild muscle cramp in his pelvis, and he remained rock-hard inside of you, once again squeezed by your gorgeous, wet, warm pussy while Maggie kept grinding you down across his filthy wet pubic hair.

“Fuck, fuck, Mommy - I’m so full, I’m so full-”

You stuttered out, your eyes shut and your words slurring with a kind of drunkenness as your head tipped back to rest on Maggie’s shoulder - she looked at you with a unique, utterly satisfied, near villainous expression as she smoothly petted away some stray hairs from your face. Her breasts were heaving inside of her shirt and Glenn could just imagine how wet she was inside of her jeans.

“Well, that’s the point, little bird.” She told you softly, her voice a coo that was edging on teasing once again. “You’re s’pose to get all full til you’re little cunt can’t take anymore… get all bred up and give Mommy another baby.”

Glenn let out a growl at these words - his brain utterly possessed by the idea that yes, it was Maggie’s baby. It was his baby. It was your baby, just like the baby inside of her was yours. The three of you so utterly interconnected that you might as well be handcuffed together on a daily basis.

Maggie put a firm hand on your lower belly, as if to demonstrate her point, as if willing Glenn’s cum to take, to get you pregnant right then and there. You arched into the touch, inadvertently grinding yourself against him in a way that drove him even more insane.

“I need it, fuck, I need it,” You mumbled out ravenously. “I need to be full, I to be bred, please,”

Somewhere along the way, Glenn had realized that this was about revenge.

Maggie wanted to fuck in Gregory’s bed to get back at him. Jesus wouldn’t let her kill him, not without good reason. Especially not since tentative peace had been established with the Saviours - he went on about how ‘no more bloodshed’ was necessary, and in a way, as annoying as he found Gregroy, Glenn agreed.

So Maggie found other ways to get back at him. She had you and Jesus drink his good scotch to reward the two of you for all your hard work, and she would dilute the bottles with water when the two of you were done. Then she would quietly laugh whenever the man droned on about how good a ‘finely aged’ drink tasted, clearly knowing that his unrefined palette could not taste the difference between actually good scotch and the watered down bullshit that she had left him. She snuck Rick and Daryl some of his fine cigars when they arrived with trade items, and when he asked why the count was lower when he remembered, she acted clueless and told him that his count must have been off.

But this was the most brazen she had ever been with her taunting of Gregory.

Some part of Glenn knew that she had absolutely no intentions of changing the sheets - that a great part of her satisfaction would come from leaving dried cum all over his fine linens and either forcing him to clean it up himself (leaving him with the awkward, embarrassing knowledge of what it was). Or letting him be foolish enough to sleep in it if he somehow didn’t notice it. With Maggie always knowing that he was sleeping on the same mattress where Glenn had fucked a baby into you (if he got it right on the first try, which - he didn’t think he was going to miss with this much of his cum stuffed inside of you now).

And somehow, that thought turned him on, too.

Maggie reached down behind you and Glenn let out a very undignified wail when she groped his balls - the skin was slick with your wetness, but he was already so sore, his body so spent and used. The touch sent a sensation through his body, rocking him with overwhelming pleasure - he wasn’t sure how he remained conscious at that point.

“Got anymore for me?” She asked, giving him a wicked grin. “Huh? You gonna be a good boy for me ‘n fill our girl up some more?”

“Jesus,” Glenn hissed, intensely overwhelmed - between Maggie’s words, her touch, and the clench of your cunt around him once again as Maggie’s other hand reached up to tweak your nipple - her question was truly answered.

Like a man possessed, Glenn choked on a breath and garbled spit, somehow shooting another load into your already well used, very wet pussy. Maggie hummed in a pleased tone, and then, seemingly, planted her hands on your hips with the purpose of finally moving you off Glenn.

But she was disrupted by a knock on the door. The sound shook Glenn with anxiety - up until that moment, he had been so perfectly stuck in a bubble where only you, him, and Maggie existed, and hadn’t even thought about the consequences of getting caught.

“Hey, uh - Maggie?” Jesus’s very timid voice came from the other side of the door. Usually he wasn’t shy, but… god, he must have heard what was going on behind the closed door, making him incredibly hesitant to interrupt. “Sasha just arrived with those panels for the greenhouse that you wanted, and she wants to go over the plans again, so… do you mind coming downstairs?”

“Be right there!” Maggie called back.

Much to Glenn’s horror, she climbed off the bed, leaving you to drop back onto Glenn’s cock firmly. You let out another harsh noise as he sank deep inside of you again and Glenn practically saw stars as his body shook with overstimulation. Maggie didn’t look back in your direction - she crossed the room to the door (leaving behind the flannel she had been wearing as an outer shirt, now only in a thin tank top) and her boots, and she scooted out the door, closing it behind her quickly, as to not let any wandering eyes peek inside.

But this left you and Glenn, tied up, stuck together - his cock still fully seated inside of you. (He was willing himself to go soft, to relax, but it was incredibly difficult with you squirming on top of him and making those pretty little noises as you did so, your tits heaving with every breath, your blissful, fucked-out face still right there in his line of sight, your heat still fully gripping his aching, sore dick. Fuck.)

“Can - can you get off me?” Glenn choked out, absolutely no power in his voice, meek and whimpery as ever.

“I’m trying.” You moaned back weakly, still squirming. Your thighs were quivering terribly and your knees were shaking as you tried to lift yourself up, your arms absolutely no help to give you leverage while they were held hostage with the rough rope behind your back. “It’s not my fault I’m stuck on a full seven inches over here.”

“Eight.” Glenn mumbled back in return. (He wasn’t even being cocky with the correction, not in his opinion. It was simply factual.)

“Now is not the time, pizza boy.” You grumbled in complaint, letting out another weak whimper when you accidentally caused his tip to graze across a partially weak spot inside of you, causing more wetness to flood out around the base of his cock - something he definitely felt, and hated how it made his cock throb sorely.

“Fuck, stop that!” He growled at you.

“Stop? Stop what? Stop trying to get up like you fucking told me to?” You replied, annoyed - Maggie had been gone for about a minute, and you had already developed back into a mean brat. No surprise there. “Make up your fucking mind, Glenn, because I know that you’re whiny and overstimulated, but I could sit on your cock all day if I wanted to-”

Your empty threat was quickly cut off when the bedroom door swung open again, and Maggie charged back inside.

“You know, I should make you do it.” Maggie said, clearly having heard your words.

Both you and Glenn craned your necks to look at her as she sat in one of the large cushioned armchairs and began putting on her boots, all graceful confidence and power, every single move calculated and elegant - making the two of you wait with baited breath before she spoke again.

“You’re such a goddamn brat - I should make you stay there, stuffed full until I come back to get you.”

“Maggie, please.” Glenn begged quietly, trying to appeal to her - giving her his best puppy eyes, trying to remind her that he had done nothing wrong.

She let out a harsh sigh, defeated, unable to resist that look from him.

When she stood up from the chair, she finally came over and grabbed you with an arm around your waist, hoisting you off Glenn - the two of you parting made the filthiest sound, slick and wet as his cock slapped down onto his stomach. You were left gaping, a flood of cum instantly leaking out of you and making a mess over your thighs and across the bed, exactly as Maggie had wanted.

Glenn found himself enraptured by the sight - especially when you inevitably clenched your pussy around the empty feeling and more of his cum spilled out of you.

Maggie couldn’t help herself - she reached out and used two fingers to push the mess back into you, causing you to whimper weakly as the intrusion prodded against your swollen, well-used walls.

“I should fuck you again.” Maggie whispered against your ear, a hot threat as she shoved her fingers deep inside of you, rough and unforgiving. “I should teach you a lesson for mouthin’ off to Glenn. But - I do have a meeting to get to.”

You let out a sigh of relief when she pulled her fingers out of you, and then reached for her knife, finally moving to cut the rope holding your wrists giving your now very sore arms some room to move and stretch. Maggie then moved to untie Glenn, and instinctively, when he saw the raw skin of your wrists from the rough texture of the rope, he couldn’t help but to bring your hand up and kiss across your wrist, wanting to soothe it a bit, even if just emotionally.

“You’re too soft with her.” Maggie scolded him, no real heat behind it. “That’s why she’s such a brat.”

“Maybe.” Glenn shrugged in reply, giving you a small smile, which you easily returned.

You wanted to make a comment about how you were a brat because you liked to see how far you could push Maggie - but you held the words in.

“Go get cleaned up,” Maggie told Glenn, picking up his pants and pushing them into his hands, and then shoving him toward the attached ensuite bathroom. He was quick to move, following her instructions. “I have a long afternoon ahead of me, yammering on about the goddamn greenhouse plans - so unfortunately I can’t just leave the two of you alone in here.”

“You ruined my shirt,” You whined, moving to pick up your pants and looking at the pile of shredded fabric that had once been your shirt with sad eyes.

“I’ll get you a new one.” Maggie replied easily.

When you moved to walk around her, going to use the bathroom to clean the (vast amount of) cum off you, Maggie put a hand in the middle of your still very sweaty chest, stopping you.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook just cause I have things to attend to.” She said, locking you in that firm gaze once again.

You caught Glenn’s eye behind her shoulder, and he held in laughter. He genuinely wondered what you had done earlier that day to deserve such a punishment. But he was just glad to be an observer on the sidelines rather than someone at the end of Maggie’s clever lustful wrath.

…

For the rest of the day, you received strange looks from everyone who was at Hilltop, trying to go about their day, doing their chores, because you were walking as though you had just gotten off a particularly long, painful horse ride.

Maybe it was the few extra, vicious strikes to the ass that Maggie had given you when you had complained about the punishment that she was sentencing you to, or maybe it was the punishment itself. That punishment being - stuffing a large plug inside if you in an attempt to keep Glenn’s cum in, and not letting you wash up so that you wouldn’t waste a single drop, wouldn’t wash any of his precious spend down the drain.

But with the gape that his wide cock had left you in, that small plug wasn’t quite enough to keep bits of his cum from spilling out of you whenever you moved, so along with your dirty thighs and matted pubic hair, every single time you moved, you felt your underwear and jeans becoming more and more soiled with the evidence of what the three of you had done.

And to the most careful, watchful eye (that being Glenn’s of course - he tried his best to busy himself with his chores, willing his tired, aching cock to stay down, because he feared that it just might fall off if he got hard again that day) - the seam of your jeans where it was pressing up against your cunt was just a bit darker, the fabric actively wet and stuck to you, soaked from his cum leaking out of you and likely from how turned on you still were from the whole thing.

Glenn had to force himself to focus on his assigned chores, because if he didn’t - he just might have pulled you aside into the trees and tried again to fuck another baby into you. After all, it was what Maggie wanted. And she always got what she wanted in the end.

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A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a oneshot and there will not be a 'Part 2' or a continuation. If you are going to comment on this fic, please comment on the body of work that has been written, rather than asking for a continuation.

If you like this dynamic, feel free to come to my inbox and tell me that you liked this fic for that reason, and I will likely write more with this pairing (the Maggie x Reader x Glenn pairing). But I will not be continuing this fic directly. You can also check out my other Gleggie x Reader fic Hold Me Tight Or Don't, or you can check out my other TWD fics by going through my Walking Dead Masterlist. Happy reading, and I hope you have a great day!

#sundrop speaks #interactions #star squared #my lovely moots #fic comments #the walking dead fanfiction #maggie greene x reader #glenn rhee x reader

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shiqingxuanz · 1 year ago

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i've only read the first few pages of it ends with us by colleen hoover and it reads like a wattpad story, which is what i've been hearing from others. is this what western romance novels sound like usually?

#i don't really read romance novels because i know i won't like them so i wouldn't know #or at least the realistic fiction type of romance novels #i usually prefer romance as a part of a novel with a bigger plot and a different central theme #and it has to be a novel with fantasy elements and a fictional setting #anyway i'm gonna see if i can get through this #snow.txt

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deoidesign · 3 months ago

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One of my first digital pieces (2010) versus one of my recent ones (2024)

We all start somewhere!

#picked these cause they're in a similar pose lol. i mean not at all. but sort of... more than my other art at least...#oh fuck im so tired im saving this to drafts and coming back later #my anxiety meds wipe me the fuck out so im trying not to take them in the day #and they're like legit borderline a sleeping med for me. i take one and in 30 mins im OUT.#so I'm. i mean i was already only taking 1-2 in the day and then 2-3 at night #anyways it makes me sad when people say they dont have an artistic bone in their body #and especially when they say they could never draw like me :(#dont put yourself down to lift me up! i don't want my art to be used for you to be mean to yourself!!!#lots of experiences of people comparing themselves to me and being mean to themself...#feels bad. it's okay if you're slow it's okay to be learning it's okay!!!#I'm me and you're you and we're here to learn from each other. i just wanna hang out..#y'know what I'm just gonna post without saying anything i WILL forget I made a draft #i have so many things i intend to post and then forget #it's a wonder I post anything #i only do it when i get bored. and run out of stuff to scroll through #like whelp. guess if i want a post I have to make one myself.#also the second one is really good idc that it's a study i still drew it #art growth #this was in 2010 btw #i started highschool in 2011 #I've grown a lot and you can too.#also I've never really been one to dislike my old art. like idk I was trying... if it's bad I just won't look at it whatever #like i wouldn't be mean to someone else who made that so i don't get a free pass to be mean just cause it's to me #man my thoughts are bungled. okay sleep time #if my phone made typos you didn't see it

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thelilylav · 9 months ago

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Y'know what? Fuck it (gives u guys a list of poc artists to listen to cause the white ppl on the music side of tumblr have been embarassing me)

List is under the cut, and warning bc I made it very long

Rock:

Los Abuelos De La Nada

Gesu No Kiwami Otobe

Chuck Berry

Ben E. King

Los Prisoneros

Ahmed Fakroun (ok this one's french art rock but in my book it still counts)

Burnout Syndromes (been fucking w them since I got into Haikyuu lmao)

Infinity Song (their hater song genuinely gets me every time LMAO)

People in the Box

N.E.R.D (my god if u don't know them.. idk dude my brother has been obsessed w them for forever so i just was not getting away regardless lol)

Punk/Punk Rock (& other punk subgenres):

Nova Twins (u must listen to them it's just the way it's gotta be guys)

Rina Sawayama (her hatred of Matty Healy is so attractive. i cannot believe i found her two years ago cause i still remember i would not shut up when i first heard her music it was so good)

BABYMETAL (the way their band name just straight up screams at people gets me every time lmaooo)

Indie:

The Younger Lovers

Mashrou Leila

Stella Jang

Shak SYrn (Jenni is on repeat in my room at any given moment)

Steve Lacy (if u listen to more than just Bad Habit u will find an actuall amazing discography)

Jenny Nuo (i have been OBSESSED w her music since like 2021 ish and it is a crime she hasn't blown up more imo)

Nujabes

Hemlocke Springs (oooo i hate that she does not get more love!!! synth pop and alt indie is such a fun niche like!!!)

Lyn Lapid (in my head she's huge but i have recently learned that artists i think r super popular may be unknown to an entire genre of ppl soo)

Megagonefree (found them on ig and omg!! PLS go check them out genuinely)

boa (i am once again shaming u if u don't know them)

Wallice

JAZZ (in all caps bc I fucking LOVE jazz no it's not dead go listen to jazz rn motherfuckers):

Idris Muhammad

Esperanza Spalding

Joanna Wang (ok she does pop and folk music too but idk she felt most appropriate here)

SAMARA JOY (put. some. respect. on. her. name. i would actually go to war for her i am not kidding. also this is in all caps bc MY MOM GOT TO SEE HER LIVE??? AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE WAS PLS I WAS SO MAD OMGGG but i've been promised tickets next time so we're good)

Sade (my og one and only)

Funk:

Fadoul

George Clinton (i mean he's just a classic yknow)

Parliament (Give Up the Funk can make me dance like no other i swear)

Stevie Wonder (i mean.. like if we're on the topic of classics anyway then...)

Michael Jackson/The Jackson 5 (moreso his earlier stuff if my memory isn't lying to me.. look it's been a second since i listened to mj IM SORRY i am a busy person ok TT)

R&B:

Valerie June

Maxine Nightingale (if u don't listen to her... how do u have fun? actual question i put her on every time i need to feel happy atp)

Boney. M (technically they're reggae but they also count as R&B so idk.. i'm just putting them here if anyone wants me to move them later i will)

Amahla (Ca Suffit was so good and got me to check out the rest of her music, YOU SHOULD TOO!!)

Mary J Blige (not to judge but like... if u don't know THE queen then idk how to help you tbh)

SZA (wouldn't be a list without her in it tbh. i'm in love w her not even joking abt that)

Kali Uchis (to this day i cannot believe i saw her live i'm truly never getting a better moment than that omggg i have such a big crush on her anyway)

Aupinard (if ever u need to just vibe, this is the man u go to.)

Wejdene (TU PARLES AVEC UNE ANISSA MA MOI J'APPELLE WEJDENE- she's been my day 1 since i was like thirteen i can't even lie)

Annisse (just found out she only has like ~500 listeners on spotify??? apparently i'm one of them tho lmao so yeah go get that number up guys i love her too much for this disrespect)

Sister Sledge

Cheryl Lynn

Reggae:

Daddy Yankee (he's an honourable mention cause i couldn't not lmao)

Skindred (they're a reggae/metal fusion band and i will shut up abt them when i'm dead bc Nobody rewired my brain chemistry!!)

Manu Chao

Toquinho (i was so convinced this man was bossa nova but apparently he is reggae and i need to do some music theory review)

Folk:

Sushi Soucy (oh the things I Deserve to Bleed had me going thru in 2020/2021)

Miriam Makeba (Pata Pata should be enough to get anyone listening to her, just saying)

Lead Belly (do urself a favour and do some research on this man, i'm not kidding even if u don't like folk music u should know abt him- ESPECIALLY if u like Nirvana that'll make sense later trust)

Pop:

Corinne Bailey Rae (she has so much good music that gets ignored bc of Put Your Records On so.. yeah go listen to Black Rainbows she's only gotten better as time goes on lol)

Dru (he is for any person who likes ke$ha. i'm so serious he is early 2000s in a bottle and i love his music ur rlly missing out if u ignore him)

Monique Hasbun (found her recently! she's a Palestinian, Mexican and Salvadorian artist who plays around with Latin pop and does a lot of fusion music. she's dope go listen to her fr)

Mohammad Assaf (he made the Palestine song that's been going around ig a lot, but his other stuff is great as well. he's another Palestinian artist, so once again, go check him out!!)

Pinkpanthress (i LOVE her she's so much fun to just vibe to and idk how anyone couldn't have heard of her atp but then again this is the sight that didn't know who drake was so... sigh. go listen to her if u don't already!!)

Aliyah's Interlude (BROOO if u haven't heard of her actually go listen rn i'm so serious she is so good i can'ttttt ok bye)

Veondre (had a collab w Aliyah on It Girl and is gonna be releasing her own music very soon! she's trans too so go give her some love)

Shalco (wasn't sure whether to put him here or in hip hop, but his stuff is very very good either way)

Ado (she's j-pop but it's a form of pop so into the pop category she goes)

Moon (she's got two songs out rn, Moonlight and Seoul City Drift, and both r going on loop in my head at all times)

Jay Chou (call me a basic bitch idc he's good ok)

Atarashii Gakko! (i wouldn't say they're j-pop, but google did, so i'm just going w it lol)

flowerovlove (just trust me on this one)

El Tio Gamboin (Los Gatitos is such a cute song)

Grace Chang (see note for Jay Chou)

King Gnu (for all my j-pop lovers... come get ur man)

Salsa:

Lalo Rodriguez (included this genre specifically so i could mention him)

Adalberto Santiago

Roberto Roena (he's a classic i can't lie)

Hector Lavoe (i think he might be the most popular one in this genre lol)

City Pop (this is its own genre bc i literally did a presentation in high school abt it and i'll be damned if i don't flex my knowledge now):

Mariya Takeuchi

Miki Matsubara (my QUEEN my everything my-)

Anri

Taeko Onuki (one of my most listened to artists last yr for a Reason)

Kaoru Akimoto

Kingo Hamada

Jun Togawa

Bossa Nova:

Joao Gilberto (ooo he gets me every time i fucking love this man)

Elizeth Cardoso

Johnny Alf (forgot this man the first time around my bad BUT he's called the father of bossa nova for a reason so)

Hip Hop:

Flyana Boss (they're sooooo good i actually can't gush enough i have never felt so girlypop listening to music before go listen to them!! found the duo through ig so yeah if u want go follow them on there too to show support)

Lil Uzi Vert (for any emo lovers, go check out his song Werewolf with Bring Me the Horizon it is SO GOOD)

Samyra (she's slowly curing my body dysmorphia lol)

Yame (there's an accent on the e but idk how to do that on tumblr. anyway my ass loves french rap and before him i was stuck with klub des loosers so he saved my faith in the genre i can't even lie)

Lay Bankz (u cannot be chronically online and not have heard Ick yet, but i'm repping her regardless bc SHE'S SO GOOD)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie (HEAR ME OUT-)

Kaliii (Area Codes was one of my most listened to songs last year... as it should be tbh)

Miguel (he does R&B too i just first listened to him bc of his collab w J.Cole sooo)

Tyler the Creator (putting him on here just to brag abt getting to see him in concert lmao)

XXXTentacion (he has been mourned and talked abt an insane amount, but he deserves it i'm not even gonna joke on this one. his artistry is insane and he deserves some love if u haven't listened to him yet)

Kendrick Lamar (i mean i've been reblogging stuff abt him enough. Mr. Morale was actually the album that made me start Listening listening to him and i'm honestly glad it was bc that album is still my favourite to this day if i'm being totally honest)

Renaissauce (criminally and i do mean CRIMINALLY underrated)

#ok i'm stopping here bc i'm a little scared that tumblr is gonna crash on me soon #but u guys get the point #if anyone wants an extension of this list w more genres i would be happy to provide btw #this felt so chaotic to make but it was rlly fun to go through my spotify and actually check the artists i listen to #idk sometimes u just have to remind yourself that you do in fact have good music sometimes lol #music #kendrick lamar #tyler the creator #kali uchis #samara joy #music recs #was contractually obligated to make this after seeing how white some ppl's playlists r apparently #and like guys... you've got no excuse if my white ass can find time to appreciate music #plus these artists r all amazing on their own anyway so check them out regardless #also i'm so sorry to my moots for not shutting up abt music lately #apparently i had a lot of feelings abt it that i have not been getting of my chest so #i'll be back to posting the norm soon (although what even is the norm for me lol)

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fairytales-and-folklore · 17 hours ago

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Chapter Sixteen: Valentine's Day

No less than a fortnight after New Year's Day, the papers filing for Jenny's release had gone through (it really helps, having a lieutenant for a sister) and she'd immediately moved into the apartment with Abbie and her partner in crime, Mr. Tall, Dark, and British.

Jenny, having totally called it from the start, merely threw back her head in laughter and said, it's about damn time, when Abbie had told her that they were officially dating. Crane, ever the gentleman, had graciously offered up his bedroom to her, and had taken to sleeping on the couch, keeping what few belongings he possessed in a small corner of the living room (though it hardly mattered, given the fact that he spent every other night in Abbie's bedroom, anyway…Jenny wishes she could say that her noise-cancelling headphones actually work…but hey, if this date goes well, who knows? Maybe she'll finally have the chance to get back at them.)

She's just stepping out of her bedroom and heading toward the living room, when she hears the telltale sound of hushed giggling coming from the other side of the couch. More than a few times over the past month, Jenny had caught Crane sneaking out of Abbie's bedroom at some ungodly hour of the morning, clad in nothing more than one of Abbie's fuzzy, embarrassingly short (well, at least, on his pale, hairy legs) bathrobes, to grab a fresh pair of pants…but this, by far, is so much worse.

When Jenny peeks around the side of the couch, it's to find Crane wrapped around her sister, one hand weaving through the strands of her hair, the other creeping under the hem of her shirt, both of them making out and grinding against each other like a couple of horny high school kids with nothing to lose. And, because this truly is a nightmare come alive, Jenny is almost certain that she just saw tongue.

"I would say 'get a room,' but I doubt it'll even make a difference," Jenny teases, hovering above them with her arms crossed over her chest, one threatening eyebrow raised in faux disgust and amusement at having caught them in the act.

Jenny can't help but burst out laughing as Crane immediately bolts upright, his eyes growing comically wide as he shifts all the way to the other side of the couch, and perches on his hind legs like a disgruntled bird. Abbie, on the other hand, isn't the slightest bit fazed, propping herself up on her elbows, swiping the back of her hand across her lips, and giving Jenny a sheepish smile.

"What?" Abbie whines, drawing out the word. "It's Valentine's Day…leave me alone, I'm entitled to this."

Crane dithers about for a moment, torn between an antiquated sense of nobility and the desire to adhere to this century's customs on courting, before leaning forward, one finger held up in the air in surrender as he tries to get back on Jenny's good side.

"I am terribly sorry for what you have just witnessed, Miss Jenny. I can only imagine how discomfiting it must be for you to have caught your sister and her lover in such a compromising—"

"Ew," Jenny grimaces, holding up a hand to stop him. Ichabod immediately falls silent, embarrassment coloring his features.

"Don't give yourself a coronary, Crane. It's fine," she says, waving off his concerns. "Just, please never say the word lover again."

Crane gives a sheepish nod. "Duly noted."

"Plus, it's not like I'm gonna have to see it for too much longer, anyway," Jenny adds, lips curling into a small smirk.

"Oh?" Ichabod asks, perking up. "You've got plans for the evening, have you?"

"Frank's taking me out," she says, casually shrugging it off like she hasn't been looking forward to it all week.

"Oh, so that's why you're all dolled up tonight," Abbie teases. "I wondered about the dress…which is mine, by the way…so thanks for asking before you stole it out of my closet. Some things never change, I guess."

"Red always looked better on me, anyway," Jenny ripostes, smirking.

"So, are you guys, like…official, then?" Abbie asks.

"Maybe," Jenny drawls, hiding a small smile. "We'll see how this date goes…but let's just say…there's a pretty good chance I won't be coming back home tonight."

"Okay, now it's my turn to be grossed out," Abbie laughs, while Crane, not quite understanding Jenny's implication, looks back and forth between the two sisters, one eyebrow quirked in confusion.

"Oh please," Jenny retorts. "I hardly think we're even in the same category…at least, not yet."

"Hey, I never said you could invite my boss over here for your weird, nasty hanky-panky," Abbie argues. Crane mouths the words hanky-panky, posing them as a question as he looks toward Abbie for an explanation. Abbie wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, giving Crane a lascivious smile, and that's all it takes before he's nodding in sudden understanding, the tips of his ears turning an impossible shade of red.

"Okay, but you also never said that I couldn't," Jenny counters with a sly smile. "Plus, I live here now, too. I've got just as much say as you do. And anyway, I deserve it, after all the stuff I've had to put up with from you two and your little…nighttime escapades."

"Nope," Abbie quips, popping the p for full effect. "My apartment. My boyfriend. My rules." Abbie stares down her sister's playful pout with a smug smirk, too intent on reveling in the comfort and familiarity of their lighthearted banter to catch the little flare of a smile that spreads across Ichabod's lips at the word boyfriend, or the way he tries to hide his contentment in that little downward cast of his eyes. Jenny doesn't miss it, though, and, in spite of herself, can't help the small smile that forms as a result.

"Anyway," she says, rolling her eyes and lightly kicking the back of the couch with the tip of her cherry red heels. "You guys got any Valentine's Day plans…dare I even ask?"

"Honestly, we're probably just gonna order some takeaway and watch cheesy romantic comedies all night."

"Right," Jenny teases. "I'm sure I know how that'll end."

"With lots of cuddling and hot cocoa, I should hope," Crane chimes in, offering Abbie the palm of his hand, which she graciously accepts, entwining her fingers with his and rubbing small circles across the surface of his skin with the pad of her thumb.

"Ugh," Jenny scoffs, rolling her eyes in mock revulsion. "You guys are gross. I'm leaving…all of this cutesy romantic crap is making me sick."

"Oh, you love it," Abbie laughs, wrapping her arms around Crane's neck and pulling him back down beside her.

"Yeah, whatever…but remember, dear sister, payback's a bitch," Jenny says, giving her an animated wink before shrugging on her jacket.

"Don't wait up for me!" she calls on her way to the kitchen, curling back the curtains and biting back a smile at the image of Frank Irving strolling up toward the apartment complex. She slings her purse over her shoulder and twists the doorknob, but just before she leaves, Jenny overhears the end of a conversation that makes her want to scrub out her brain with bleach.

"That's your dress?" Ichabod whispers from the other side of the couch, peppering every few words with a soft trail of kisses. "I've never seen you wear it…and I think I would remember a dress like that."

"That's probably because you already had it off well before your eidetic memory even had a chance to retain it. And besides, you were far too focused on…other things…to take proper notice," Abbie giggles, her voice low and salacious.

"Oh. Well, I suppose that's true," Ichabod says, laughing along with her, before swallowing the rest of her words in a kiss. Jenny makes a face as she closes the apartment door behind her, resolving to keep the dress on if things do go well with Irving tonight…just to spite them.

You Always Want What You're Running From

Sleepy Hollow » Ichabbie

Title: You Always Want What You're Running From

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Sleepy Hollow (Masterlist)

Relationship: Abbie Mills x Ichabod Crane

AO3 Rating: Mature (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: When Abbie invites Ichabod to come live with her, the last thing she expects is for him to start feeling like home.

She'll tell herself, over and over again like a mantra, that it's because she feels indebted to him, that she feels bad for him, that it'll make their casework much easier if she can keep a constant eye on him, that it's convenient. But really, it's because, in spite of everything, in spite of an impending apocalypse that only they, the unwilling witnesses, can prevent, he keeps her grounded, keeps her sane. For reasons she can't explain, she trusts him. She hasn't trusted anyone like this since Corbin…and now, Crane is all she has left. In his company, she feels secure. Protected. Cared for. They've only known each other for a short while, and yet…Crane's company feels like home. Besides…how bad could living with a man from the 1700's truly be?

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skylarbee · 1 year ago

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you can poke your head behind the mountain peak, don't have to mean that you've gone into hiding

#you can't see it but you know alex is smiling like a fool #well probably both of them are really #I'm still feeling so emotional after yesterday #i don't mind us not getting more than this #i don't mind them hugging in the dark #it just shows that they don't have to put their love on display and brag about it to everyone else #they can just show each other and that's enough #that's what love is about no?#they're not hiding they're just not shoving it in everyone's faces #(they know we know anyways)#if you look up the definition of true love their name will pop up #“we've gone through a lot together” miles said in a recent interview and it could've made me sad because it includes the hard times too #but it's precisely because of the hard times and not letting those beat them and tear them apart is why they're still here #and still thriving and loving each other and being best friends #they really said “we're gonna fight everything that comes our way and we're still gonna hold each other's hands at the end of it”#aaaaaand I'm crying #don't ever doubt their love guys #miles kane #alex turner #milex #arctic monkeys #the car tour #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #505 #body paint

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 7 months ago

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s2 episode 8 thoughts

tears. in my eyes. shaky breathing. oh. okay.

well. no place to start but the beginning.

stares at my laptop screen for a long, long time before typing. give me a minute. allow to me collect myself.

okay. we start with scully's mom narrating. and we learn, thanks to the subtitles, that her mom's name is margaret. this is information i will also be storing in my useless scully facts book.

so we knew she had two brothers, but a sister is also mentioned, named melissa. and we get this story from her childhood, about how dana- which feels wrong for me to type, but i will- was given a bb gun by her brothers, and she joined in with them shooting a snake. but then she realized it was bleeding and she cried as it bled out in her hands and held it while it died. which is already So much to handle. and her mom is saying that she feels how her daughter felt that day watching the animal die.

the next thing we see is mulder is there, and. he's saying it's still too early to know if she's gone. but. well.

we see a gentleman bring something out. and it is a gravestone with her name carved into it.

he turns away like he was burned from even looking at it. and man. that hurt. very badly.

we see that her middle name is katherine. and we learn this because we see it on her gravestone.

he goes back to his place (where he still sleeps on the couch) but then he gets a phone call that they've found her. and he busts into the door when the nurse says he can't go in there. that's our man!

he's screaming at these poor healthcare workers, somewhat rightfully suspicious they're involved with the government who took her, but also man. they don't get paid enough. however, i understand the emotional explosiveness this had to have provoked. so he is really just screaming, at the nurse, at the doctor, demanding to know what the hell happened, where she came from, and he says "i swear i'll do anything, i'll find out what they did to her" while being escorted out

then there is a very tense conversation between the doctor and her mother and him. the doctor must have already have been in quite a state, because mere minutes ago a raving angry man accused him of stealing his friend, and now he's sitting with said angry man explaining that they genuinely have no idea how she got here, and that she has no indication of injury.

we also learn that she had no desire to remain on life support past a certain point. and mulder knows this because. he. he. he uh. well he signed her will.

now i think maybe that's just something you have to do at the fbi and i can see them making a little joke out of it- a nice little trip to get each other's will signed, make a day of it, keep it light and funny- but man. man in this context. oh i'm gonna be Sick.

so we see a woman holding a crystal over her body and we learn it is her sister melissa!!! she's really pretty. she tries to show mulder that you can feel her energy by holding his hands over her but he gets angry and leaves.

(i love this dichotomy here, that somehow the ultra skeptic has a sister who is into talking about spirits and crystals. truly i feel this is what happens to people raised catholic)

at this point i wrote "girl i'm stressed tf out" and yeah. kinda the whole mood.

melissa is saying that his anger and fear is blocking the positive emotions she needs to feel, which echoes my statements about how he has been too cranky this season. but i can't even laugh because the man is in Distress.

he goes back to his place after saying he needs "to do more than just wave his hands", and he's bouncing a basketball and putting tape on his windows. i get it. that oppressive feeling of being unable to sit still. every moment dragging like a lifetime. bounce bounce bounce. he wakes up and rips the tape off his windows.

and back to attending to her bedside. i do not think this man has been clocking into his shift at the fbi.

we see a fellow enter wearing a suit and carrying flowers and i was like oh shit is it last rites time? um. so maybe i don't know what gets worn to a last rites event. i realize my weakness in this area and will do some research when we're done here.

but it's not anyone here to do that- it's frohike, the guy from the lone gunman who was making weird comments about scully! he must have come to pay his last respects. he picks up a clipboard and i thought oh my gosh he's gonna start reciting poetry- but he notices something weird on her chart and sneaks it out

it seems the whole thing was orchestrated, because mulder goes back to the freaks at the lone gunman, who invite him to come over and watch earth 2 and point out the factual inaccuracies- which, all things considered, is very sweet- but they send her blood data to a hacker that uses a richard nixon persona and he says that yeah, her blood is weird. and mulder's like, is she gonna make it, and they say no. it got very somber.

in terms of scully view, we see her on this dock of a boat between life and death. i thought that was nice imagery, and extremely eerie. those around her bedside are on one side of the dock, and it looks like the rope could snap and drift away at any moment.

the nurse comes in to do some blood work and i have another "augh blood" moment. so i look away. and mulder is REALLY pondering her blood. i thought he was honestly gonna take it for himself, maybe bring it in for testing or keep it like an emo.

but no! a strange man in a suit STEALS the blood!

so mulder is back into track star mode and is SPRINTING after this guy. i always forget that he is a runner. and he is RUNNING around this hospital and makes it to the parking lot until...

he is stopped by deep throat 2.0, a man for whom i realize i have no other name. but you know who i'm referring to, right? so i guess that name will work for now. deep throat 2.0 says that mulder needs to stop NOW, and that HE got deep throat 1.0 AND scully killed by looking into things too hard. which is an absolutely awful thing to say btw. deep throat 2.0 has a gun to mulder's head and says to stop searching.

mulder proceeds to run after the blood thief despite these warnings. can't say i blame him. he finds the blood thief!!! and they have a bit of a fight until...

deep throat 2.0, who earlier said he wanted to remain out of this mess, rolls up? so we're getting mixed messages here. and he says i'll take care of this and SHOOTS THE BLOOD THIEF?????? in the head.

back to the hospital. mulder is not pleased about the prospect of life support being removed but melissa says he has to honor her wishes. and he's going on about the blood protein and the doctor is like "why do you think this has anything to do with blood protein" and he Does Not Explain

her mom calls him "fox" again and says this is a moment for the family, but he can come too. and he won't come in. he's the wettest and saddest a man has ever looked as they go in there. and then the rope holding her to the dock of the afterlife is severed.

man. if i had been a contemporary viewer i would have been sobbing. thank god i've seen gifsets that prove this wasn't the end for her. because if i hadn't, i would have been in shambles. i mean i Was in shambles but like i would have been bawling on the floor.

cig man is with skinner. i honestly didn't think we'd get up to any sort of fbi related tasks in this episode, but he hands skinner a report and leaves. and then mulder comes in and denies being involved with the shootout at the hospital

(it's worth noting that he is doing all the denying to be an ass to skinner, and yells about "how does it feel, all the denial")

and he says that it was "cancer man" who took scully. i had been calling him cigarette man, but cancer man is very comparable.

the next thing i wrote was "SKINNER IS A BITCH????" this was because he said that mulder is "just as responsible" as cancer man for scully's situation if he knew the risks of this line of work and didn't warn her.

skinner baby YOU CAN'T SAY THAT? seriously i cannot figure this guy out. every time i think i have a read on him he does something like this that shifts my interpretation. what a horrible thing to say to someone.

cut to scully cam. she's on a table in metaphysical land. and her dad is there. he calls her starbuck and refers to himself as ahab- so the first mate and the captain. and he's monologuing about how he never knew how much he loved her until he realized he could never be with her again, and he says they'll be together "soon", but not now. so i'm wondering if she can hear all of this going on. i would guess so.

mulder is in the cafeteria with melissa and she is trying to talk a bit of sense into him. she says "you could spend the rest of your life finding every person that's responsible and its still not gonna bring her back" and he replies "including myself?"

now usually i would say that mulder taking the blame upon himself is tragic and typical, but here, having it also been implied by skinner AND deep throat 2.0, i am thinking, man, he's got to really believe it, even more so than all the other times he couldn't save everyone. which is. fucked up. so immensely fucked up. i'm sorry you pissed me off last episode baby but we can go to the zoo again like i planned. let's go see some tigers and cheer you up.

a woman walks in and asks him for change for the "cigarette machine", which was the first time in my life i have ever heard the term "cigarette machine", so maybe the earth really is healing

but he finds a pack with an address in it, and then, straight from my notes:

"CIG MAN'S HOUSE. OH MULDER IS THERE AND POINTING A GUN AT HIM. AND ALSO SCREAMING. "why her" oh his finger gets very close to the trigger"

cig man says he likes her and mulder, and. wow. what a despicable human being. he says that he likes mulder more for showing up to his place with a gun. says he's playing the game. mulder seems to have a realization he is acting just like those he swore to destroy and puts the gun down. cig man says it'll be their secret. and also that he was the one that told skinner that mulder shot the guy in the hospital even though he didn't think it was true.

we next see mulder sadly tapping at his computer. he prints a one sentence resignation letter "effective immediately" NOT even a two week's notice, that's how bad they fucked this man up

skinner comes by and says it's unacceptable while mulder is packing all of his things. and mulder says:

"i hate what i've become"

man. fuck. he hates the rage he has been driven to. the loss of control. the way he sees himself as being responsible for deep throat and scully. and all of it stemming from his need for answers, to track down his sister. he hates what that feeling of insufficiency has led him to and the path he now walks upon. hates it. hates his situation and himself and the world.

skinner decides to share some personal story time: he went off to vietnam- willingly enlisting on his 18th birthday. and then while he was there he shot a kid who was covered in grenades. the camera glances back at mulder occasionally, who, despite all of his grief, seems to be consulting his oxford training to try and remember what you're supposed to say to a guy who just told you he killed a child in vietnam.

and then he says he watched all his friends die and that he almost died- he was put in a body bag, and was in a coma for two weeks- and he was too scared to learn what happens next. but mulder isn't. and that's why his resignation is unacceptable.

mulder adds things up and realizes that it was skinner that gave him cancer man's location. again. complicating the vibe i get from skinner in doing something positive now. he says that every day is a risk.

deep throat 2.0 rolls up, saying that the people who did this to scully are going to break into his apartment tonight, and he'll have to kill them. he looks displeased by this- aversion to taking any sort of lives- but resigns himself to it.

so he's in his place in the dark ready to start blasting, when he gets a knock on the door. and it's melissa.

this is where we get the iconic exchange "why is it so dark in here?" "because the lights aren't on" which made me laugh so thoroughly seeing it out of context before i ever decided to watch this show

and melissa is MAD. scully is weakening, and she came to get him to say his goodbyes, but he won't go because. well. shootout is about to go down. this is his ONE chance to learn who did this to scully. but she doesn't know that is why he won't leave, so she YELLS at him, about being in a place even darker than her sister, and asks "why is it so much easier for you to run around trying to get even than just expressing to her how you feel? i expect more from you. dana expects more from you"

and man. those words are heavy. he locks the door, knowing that his place is gonna be robbed, and that he'll never know who hurt her, and comes down to see her.

and he's talking to her. holding her hand. saying he's here. he doesn't know if it'll change anything, but he's here.

when he goes home, his place is entirely ransacked, and he falls to the ground crying. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. i can't even put into words how bad this broke me. big strong mulder weeping on the ground, his career in shambles and his best friend dead.

i feel like i need to pause there just for how heavy it was. like this was his lowest low. lower than even vampire sex.

but he soon gets a call and he smiles so wide!!! and we learn her eyes are open!! it is the sweetest smile i have ever seen!!!!!!

he gets down to the hospital and she's awake and talking- but she doesn't remember anything- and he, being the insufferable man that he is, says the following:

"i brought you a present (holds up a vhs tape) superstars of the superbowls"

man. man. man. man. she deadpans so quickly. "i knew there was a reason to live"

he must have grabbed a random tape off his shelf and brought it to her with the express intent of antagonizing her back in the realm of the living. and he thought of something to say along with it on the car ride down, his hands shaking. something, anything to make her laugh. a stupid vhs tape. his constant sports references. her quick tongue. oh dear lord help me these two have ruined me.

he gives scully her necklace back, which i wrote about in all caps, while her mother and sister watch

and then we learn that the nurse who was taking special care of her was never actually there when scully wants to thank her and the other nurse is like "um no one who works here has that name" so. SCULLY PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE (POSITIVE)??!?!?!?

overall. man. i am experiencing such a volume of emotions. what the hell. she's back, though. and we saw how much she means to him. and i feel like i could type a million words on the subject but i don't even know what to say because they're still all stuck in my chest. they love each other sososo much.

will he ever tell her what he did in her absence? how he tried to quit? how he broke every rule trying to save her? how he screamed at the doctors, how he broke into cigarette man's house, how he almost pulled the trigger? how he watched a man die when deep throat 2.0 shot him? how he was blamed for her condition by himself and by others? how he left his apartment to be ransacked, giving up his one chance to catch whoever did this to her, to try and let go of his grief and be with her instead? or will he keep quiet except for the latest witticisms and frequent visits and presents and stories by her bedside while she gains strength and recovers?

and how he left, too, when he knew she was okay. how he must have wanted to be there more than anything in the world, but knew she needed to rest, so he left her with her family. how he could breathe easy again. how he had to make it seem like it was cool, and everything was contained.

man. this tv show. i just typed all of those words out and i still feel like i didn't even begin to cover the things i'm feeling. i feel like i need to shake them up and down.

but this should be good, because the x files are reopened... so are we seriously, as the kids say, so back? only time will tell!

#neeeeeed to know what happens while she's getting better #need an incredibly detailed oneshot. because i KNOW they are gonna jump back into the shenanigans in the next episode #and we're not gonna get to see all the time it takes for her to gain strength and how she struggles through it and everyone's reactions #no i know this too well by now. we're gonna get another case next episode and not an analysis into this.#BRING ME THE FIC i bellow from the comfort of my bedroom.#this whole experience had such an emotional effect on me i know that perhaps it can be ME who comes back and writes the fic someday #which is why i'm glad i take detailed notes. so i can jump back in.#i also wanted a fic post episode 20 after they had been eaten by the bugs because i'm a sucker for whump basically #so maybe i'll come back to that someday as well #anyway. this is why we watch this show. not for awkward vampire sex. i forgive u mulder. you're my special meow meow again #but scully can do no wrong so keep that in mind moving forward.#juni's x files liveblog #2x08 #txf #the x files

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