#the bitch and whine and then purposely forget that we hang out on the day i choose

[quicktosimp]

Bleed for Me

A/N: Hello everyone! And welcome to the first day of Survive the Night!!!! Thank you to everyone who is joining, whether you are reading, reposting, or writing yourself!

Warnings: 18+, Dubcon/Noncon, Knife Play, Blood, Fingering, Minipulation, Abuse

I gave up on escaping long ago. My shoulders ache from where they’re suspended above my head, my wrists raw and bleeding in some areas, leaving trails of dried and fresh blood down my arms and shoulders. 

I think I’ve been here for a couple of days now… But honestly, I don’t know; the days all seem off. I know they feed me at odd times; one time, they fed me, and I wasn’t given a meal until I was sobbing from the ache in my stomach as it tried to eat itself to sustain my body. Other times, I’ll eat, and it’s like they came right back in again within minutes. I could believe they kept forgetting about me if it weren't for the lights… They keep me surrounded in darkness, but the moment I finally start to nod off, the blinding overhead lights turn on, shocking me awake.

No, I know they’re doing it on purpose.

He’s doing it on purpose.

The damned traitor fucking sold us all out, killing everyone in sight. We couldn’t even fight back; they all knew exactly where we were. Everyone dropped dead before we even knew what hit us. Soon, the fires started, burning our home, and everyone ran for their lives. 

I don’t know if there are any survivors or if it’s just me. A small part of me hopes they’re dead and that no one else is going through this. But the larger part hopes they’re alive, planning to rescue me somehow. 

But logically, I know that I won’t be rescued and that I’ll only see him until finally he decides to kill me. I can’t remember the last time he visited; I don’t know what’s worse, the pain he brings or the isolation that follows. 

All I know right now is that the room is dark again, pitch back beside the small blinking red light in the corner of the room watching me. 

I sluggishly lift my head, my shoulders protesting even more from the additional strain. I glare at the red light as I shakily raise my middle fingers. Not sure if it’s in defiance, or maybe I can piss him off enough to come down here. 

The quiet was broken by the sounds of a crackling monitor, followed by a deep chuckling, “Alright, little bitch, just you wait.” His voice sounded oddly amused as the crackling noise ended, as did the blinking from the camera. 

My heart jumped at the idea; I’m not sure if it's from fear or joy. I know he will hurt me beyond what I can handle, but then again, I won't be alone. 

I strain my ears, trying to hear anything outside of the metal walls of my prison. I turn my head to where I know the door, eager for a shred of light and the sight of his face. 

The ache in my neck and shoulders increased, the weight of my head too much, causing my neck to tremble, before my head fell again, but I never looked away from where the door should be. 

I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to be free, I want his attention, I want his touch, I never want to be alone. Yet all I can do is hang there limply. 

Thump

Thump

Thump

At first, I thought it was my heart pounding in my chest, how I could feel it throbbing in my throat, but the sound was coming from outside my cell. I shift the best I can from anticipation: anticipation for what I don’t know.

Blinding white lights seared through my brain, sending stabbing pains throughout my head as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the lights. I can’t stop the whine that leaves me; any little bit of pain bothers me more than usual. 

The soft click of the lock being undone sounds through my cell as I struggle to open my eyes. He hates it when my eyes are closed… unless they are bruised and swollen shut; he said that he likes that look on me. He hasn’t hit my face in a while, though…

The creek of the old metal hinges whined and echoed in the empty room; I could hear his footsteps as he confidently stepped into the room. 

I crack my eyes open to see his lazy smirk, “Rise and shine, baby girl,” He turns and locks the door behind him, “You were being a bitch earlier; you can’t back out and take a nap now that I’m here.”

I squinted my eyes but made sure I was looking at him. His blue face stared back at me, amused. I softly grunted, not daring to speak but showing I was paying attention. 

He sauntered over to me, gripping my jaw harshly; pain shot through my jaw and into my cheeks, the residual pain from that time causing me to yelp.

His chuckle was deceivingly sweet, “I bet that does hurt,” He turned my head left and right, looking at the bruises that I had formed, “But that’s what you get for mouthing off; you get a broken jaw.”

He lets go of me, pushing my head back, “Now, what should I do with my naughty girl today?” He hums, looking over the tools he likes to keep on hand.

I shifted uncomfortably, eager for more of his attention while bile settled in my throat; I know anything he’d do will be nothing but torture. My legs twitched weakly, maybe shaking from fear or ready to accept him. 

He turns back and looks at me, his brow creased in thought, “You know, despite all this time together,” He paused before moving away from the table full of tools, “And everything you’ve told me,” His hand drifted down to his loincloth, grabbing his knife, “It seems like we haven’t gotten to know each other really well.” 

Guilt pooled in my stomach at the reminder; it was only our third time together that I gave up all the information I knew. There was nothing left for me to give, yet he still expected more.

He unsheathed his blade slowly, letting it shine in the bright lights, “I think you’re still hiding some things from me,” He rested the tip of his blade on my clothed thigh; he trailed it up until it caught on the band of my shorts.

My eyes widen as I try and shake my head, my body limp in the chains, too sore to actually put up a fight. 

He smiled softly, “You will give me everything, baby girl,” He forced his knife down, the sharp blade easily tearing through the cloth.  

The blade nicked and sliced at my skin, leaving a burning sensation down my thigh; it was too sharp for the blade to drag through my skin, only leaving a thin, neat mark. A whine left my lips from the pain; my leg trembles slightly as his blade cuts to the bottom of my shorts, the remaining scraps of cloth clinging to my other leg.

He trailed the blade back up, over my leg, and up to my chest, resting the blade between my breasts; tears pricked at my eyes and fell over, sobbing from his new form of torture. 

He pressed the knife down, slicing through my shirt. I screamed the best I could with my throat raw, but he didn’t stop, not even slowed, as he used the tip to pull at my bra.

His fucking smile is so deceiving, looking at me like everything is alright, that everything he’s doing is completely normal, the way his yellow eyes look so soft and caring, but it doesn’t his the hint of maniacal sparked in them, “Now what don’t you show me more?” He cooed, slicing the knife through my bra.

My tits fell out of the scraps, hanging low but still covered by the pieces of my shirt; the chains rattled above me as I sobbed. My chest heaved as shame flooded me; he had never done anything like this before. 

The coldness of the room covered my skin; goose bumps followed as I shivered. 

He put away the knife, then brought his large hands to my body, grasping me firmly. His hands brought warmth to me, easing the shivers some. They were rough, covered in calluses, but he was gentle as he trailed his hands up over my stomach. 

“Such a pretty little thing; I’m surprised that you’re so soft, not a mark on your body,” He chuckled softly, “Well, besides the lovely little marks I gave you.”

He dug his thumb into the cut on my chest, blood covering the digit as he opened the wound more. 

I tried to flinch back but was unable to go anywhere, his hands holding me in place, “Noooo, lease,” I whined despite the pain from my broken jaw searing through my head. 

He removed his thumb from the cut, easing the pain, “Alright, you were a good girl and said please.” 

He grabbed the sides of my ripped shirt, pulling them out of the way, my tits now completely bare to him. He grabs one in his hand, kneading at the flesh.

“Oh fuck” He moans, “Been a while since I felt a soft tit,” He ran his thumb over my hardened nipple.

I moaned with him; the gentle pleasure of him rolling my nipple was intoxicating, a drastic change from before. He brings his other hand up, letting it play either my other one, before sucking a nipple into his mouth. 

I gasped as he sucked and nipped on the sensitive flesh, and I tried to push my chest closer to his mouth. Oh fuck I’m not supposed to want this, but it doesn’t hurt for once; I don’t know the last time I’ve felt anything but pain before. 

Yes, I do… it was the night I was taken… With my husband, enjoying our night together, and now I don’t even know if he’s alive. Yet here I am, enjoying the enemy's touch, enjoying the way he touches me, even though all he’s brought me so far is pain. Enjoying another man's touch… even though my husband could still be alive and looking for me. 

He pulled off my tit with a pop, a string of saliva connecting us, “Damn, I miss human bodies, so fucking soft and mailable,” He pulled away from me, the cold air becoming worse after having his warmth. 

He reached for his knife again and quickly sliced through the other side of my shorts, letting the shreds of cloth fall to the floor, my red lingerie standing out stark against the white of the room. 

He whistles lowly, “Fuck, I didn’t think you’d get all dolled up for me,” He smirked, trailing a finger over the back of my thong, between my asscheeks. 

I blushed deeply; I was still wearing the lingerie I wore for my husband; he had never even seen it before we had to rush out during the attack. 

“Ahhh!” I moaned as he found my clit, rubbing it through the soft lace; I wiggled my hips, not sure if I wanted to get away or closer for more. 

“That’s it, see look at everything I can give you,” He growled husky in my ear; he slid his finger over the string of my thong, “You just have to be a good girl for me,” His finger slipped under the string, collecting my slick as he parts my folds.

“Fuck,” He hissed, “Been a long time since I’ve felt this wet of a pussy.” 

I whined and moaned from the stimulation, his finger is giant and warm, and it feels so fucking good. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, trying to imagine my husband touching me instead. 

Sharp pain brought me out of my pleasure; the burning soon followed as I looked down. His knife was in his hand, and blood was dripping down my leg.

His eyes were dark, “Eyes on me bitch,” he ordered, slipping a finger inside me.

I let out a choked whine; his finger is thick and long inside me, the stretch causing a slight burn, yet it still feels so good. 

“You’re fucking dripping, baby girl, all over my hand and onto the floor,” He grinned as he curled the finger inside, placing more pressure on my clit.

I tried to look away, but the knife came back; the sharp tip dug into my inner thigh, blood pooling around the wound.

“Don’t make me tell you again,” he barked, slipping in a second finger.

I looked deep into his yellow eyes as bile rose in my throat. It felt so good, but all I wanted was my husband for the pain to end.

“That’s it, be a good girl,” He purred, curling his fingers perfectly. 

I cried, as the pleasure built in me, the slow rubbing of my clit, the way his fingers curl, paired with the stretch of his fingers, it all feels so good, but I can’t cum, I can’t cum from him.

Crackling came from the comm around his throat, “Sir? Looks like we got something on radar,” The fuzzy voice called.

He removed his fingers and stood tall, answering the other person, “What are we looking at?” 

My breathing slowed as I heaved in breaths.

“Not sure just yet, probably RDA scouts,” The voice answers.

He looks down thoughtfully before answering, “Leave them be; they’re using the info we gave them. But I’ll head your way just in case. And remember, keep an eye on your brother.”

He turned to me slowly, a slight smirk on his face, “Damn, kids can’t keep their nose out of things. That’s alright; it won’t change anything.”

He pets my face lovingly, “You’re husband on the way. Hopefully, he can find you before your time is up; no more food or water from me,” He smirked, walking to the door.

He opened the door and stepped through it; he looked back at me one more time, “Mrs. Quaritch, tell your husband that Sully said hi.”

The door shut, and the room went black.

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[iampikachuhearmeroar]

is it normal to feel like you never really need a partner??? like i’ve mostly always felt this way... bar the times when i feel super lonely when someone gets engaged lmao. but other than that, i’ve always felt okay on my own.... but according to society (and also my dad) i have to have a partner to do everything with???? but i just don’t feel that drive to have one???

like i tried last year and got so fucking bored talking to random men and having to filter them out bc it was so much effort??? i just don’t have energy for it.... is this bad or is it okay??? i hate the constant pressure to always have a partner or to be trying to get one by dating which i just cbf to do???? fuck i hate it lmao. leave women be alone and be on their own for their whole lives.

[queen-haq]

Fic: Alive [Part 3]

Summary: Aidan traced the thin chain around his neck, rubbing the infinity pendant between his fingers. No longer a symbol of their everlasting love, it was something he touched in anger when he thought of Sage. It was the only thing of hers that still remained with him after eight years, the last possession which still connected them together. When he did find Sage again, and he would no matter how long it took, he planned to destroy the pendant - and her.

Taking place across two timelines, Alive tells the story of Aidan and Sage, high school sweethearts driven apart by who they are and where they come from. Once enemies then lovers, their relationship runs full circle when they meet again in the present, now prepared to destroy each other.

My Masterlist (contains links to previous parts)

Chapter 3

"I heard Cat's throwing a party Friday night. Can we come?" Anna asked, joined them at the lunch table. 

Sage shrugged her shoulders in response. Out of the loop as she was, she hadn't heard any mentions of a party until now. "Why? It's going to be full of assholes."

"It might be fun."

"I don't think so."

David reached over to grab a fry from Sage's plate. "Forget the party, it sounds lame. Let's go to the bar Chris keeps talking about."

"Did your boyfriend suddenly forget we're underage?" Sage asked.

"No, smart-ass. Chris is friends with the bouncer, he'll let us in."

"That does sound like more fun. Let's do that."

Anna rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Oh please. He could have said let's hang out at a graveyard and you would have been all for it. Anything to avoid Cat and her friends."

"Forget the graveyard. I'd rather sit through a root canal, gouge out my eyes-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Anna giggled. "You think they suck."

"If you had to deal with them as much as I do, you'd think it too."

"Can we stop talking about them and gossip about my hot boyfriend instead?" David whined.

"Yes, please."

The conversation turned to David's latest boyfriend, giving Sage a free moment to glimpse over at Aidan. He was sitting with Cat and friends, laughing, acting like his usual carefree self – complete opposite of his tense demeanor during their last encounter. Since last week he had ignored her, probably worried any heated exchange between them would make her spill his secret to everyone. She had no intention of doing that, but she wasn't about to tell him that anytime soon. .

At that moment their eyes locked on one another, two rivals staring each other down to see who would fold first. Eyebrow cocked, smugness evident in his eyes, he tried to gauge for any signs of weakness. She returned his disdainful glare before shifting her attention back to David. Jackass.

For the remainder of lunch she avoided looking at Aidan, until the bell rang and he caught her gaze once again. He was still watching her, a steady expression etched on his face, and she was strangely unsettled at being the center of his focus.

*****

Later that day Sage was on route to one of her classes when Cat and Tish, her sister's best friend, purposely crashed into her. Her books dropped to the floor. She shot both girls a menacing glare.

"Watch where you're going," Cat bit out.

Tish's lips pursed into a cruel sneer. "Great, now I have to get my clothes cleaned. You know how dirty ragheads are. Too busy bombing, not enough showering."

"Don't forget to clean that nasty mouth of yours while you're at it," Sage fired back.

Tish followed behind Cat, both girls snickering as they passed by her. "Later, bitch."

Sage knelt on the floor to collect her books when Aidan's voice captured her attention.

"That went well." Leaning against a nearby locker, hand nestled in his pocket, he studied her with a lazy smirk. "Pissing them off isn't a smart move."

"Let me guess. You think I should lie down and make it easy for you guys to walk all over me."

"Probably, but that's not your style."

"Wow, you're not as stupid as I thought."

"And you wonder why they call you a bitch."

"Actually, I don't. And you should really talk to your friends about toning down the racist comments. One of these days they'll get their asses kicked."

"Is that a threat?"

"No. A promise."

The smirk transformed into an amused smile. "You know, I have no pull over what Cat and her minions."

"And here I thought you were their puppet master. How disappointing."

Sage stood up straight, and started walking down the hallway when he fell into place beside her.

"You need to stop eyefucking me," he announced.

"You're kidding me, right?"

"I have my reputation to think of. You crushing on me isn't exactly flattering."

"Just because I'm looking in your general direction doesn't mean I'm watching you. And it sure as hell doesn't mean I'm crushing on you."

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."

"Been reading Hamlet for Dummies?"

"Not just a pretty face now, am I?"

"Not sure you're pretty at all, actually."

"Liar."

"You're so full of yourself."

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"I'm surprised you can keep your head up with that massive ego."

"If you think that's massive, you should check out my-"

"Ew. Stop." Scrunching up her face in disgust, she looked at him only to realise there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes; he was deliberately teasing her. Huh.

"And try not to check out my ass," he said, sauntering past her. "If you can."

She stared after him, a little shocked that not only was he amusing but their conversation had actually seemed to border on the friendly.

*****

Sage heard the music blaring from the house as David turned his car into the Woods property. Earlier that day her father and Stacey had left for Aspen, leaving strict instructions not to throw any kind of party whilst they were gone. An hour later, the kegs had started to roll in on Cat's orders. Now the lawn was full of people, most of them not even from their school, and the path leading to the house was crowded with parked cars.

"Still buzzing?" David asked, bringing the car to a stop.

She leaned back in the passenger seat. "I'm fine. I think." Maybe she should have stopped on her fifth glass of rum and coke – but it had tasted so good.

"Need me to walk you in?"

She gave him a breezy smile. "Nah, I'll be fine."

"You had a good time, didn't you?"

"A great time."

"Think I should have told Anna it was a gay bar?"

Sage started giggling. "She was really excited about hooking up with an older guy tonight."

"Whatever."

"I doubt she'll go with us again."

"Her loss."

She opened the car door and managed to slide out without much difficulty. "Thanks for driving, David."

"You sure you okay?"

Her response was a thumbs-up sign.

Chances were Cat and her friends were inside and, as Sage wasn't in the mood to deal with them, she bypassed the house and took the long way around. Circling the building, she came upon a huge crowd gathered near the pool area. There were tons of people smoking up, guys doing body shots off of girls, and Aidan (of course) was in the center of it all. With friends cheering him on, he chugged a shot back before some girl she didn't recognize started giving him a lap dance. If Sage hadn't already felt like throwing up, that definitely would have done it.

Happy to escape, Sage walked to the pool house only to discover one of the cheerleaders from her school making out with a guy on her bed. "What the hell? Get the fuck out!"

"Chill out, you freak!" the guy said, scrambling to get on his feet. He zipped up his pants haphazardly while the cheerleader, one of Cat's friends, straightened her clothes and shot her a haughty expression – as if Sage had done the unthinkable in interrupting her stupid make-out session.

They weren't moving fast enough for her liking, and Sage continued to yell until they finally rushed past her.

"And you wonder why everyone hates you."

Recognizing Aidan's sardonic tone coming from behind, she turned around. The swift motion made her light-headed causing her to almost drop to the floor but he gripped her by the waist and cushioned the fall. Feeling disoriented, she lay in his arms, at first so the room would stop spinning and then because she found herself transfixed by his gaze.

How had she never noticed how beautiful his eyes were before? An unusual blend of hazel and green, they were warm, bright, shining with mischief. Just like his smile.

"You're wasted," he teased.

"Am not."

"Liar. I can smell it on your breath."

Anna often talked about how hot Aidan was but Sage usually just rolled her eyes at her friend's comments. His good looks were overshadowed by his conceited personality and she'd never really found him attractive – until now.

"Shouldn't you be thanking me for saving your life?" he asked.

"I wasn't about to die, you idiot."

"That's an interesting way of showing gratitude."

He was right. "Shukran."

"What does that mean?"

"Thanks for helping me. I hope you don't expect anything in return."

"That one little word meant all that?"

"More or less."

"You know, when there's a girl on my lap she's usually naked." He winked down at her. "Or about to be."

His words brought her crashing back to reality. "Ugh, you're disgusting." Despite trying to stand on her own she still felt woozy, and reluctantly accepted his help in leading her to the bed. Noting his cocky smile, she worried he would try something obnoxious. Instead, he helped her sit down and then sauntered over to the couch.

"Where did you get trashed?" he asked, plopping down on the sofa.

"At a bar."

"A real bar?"

"No, an imaginary one."

He smirked. "You don't seem the type."

"Shows how much you know."

"How did you even get in?"

"I have friends," she bragged.

"Of the sleazy variety, apparently."

"Jealous?"

"No, there's plenty of sleaze to go around."

"I know. I just saw one of them giving you a lap dance."

"Now who's jealous?"

She stuck out her tongue at him, which he responded to with a soft chuckle. Still feeling sick, she lay down and closed her eyes. "Can I ask you something?"

"No, I will not go out with you."

"Never going to happen, jackass."

"Because you're not my type, sweetheart," he retorted, mimicking her tone.

"Shut up."

"So what did you want to ask me?"

"Do you think Cat will ever stop hating me?"

At first there was only silence, making her wonder if she'd made a mistake. Maybe it was foolish of her to try and gain insight into her sister through Aidan but it's not like she had many options available to her.

"I didn't think you cared."

"Of course I do. She's my sister." The words slipped out before she could stop herself. Shit. Shit. Shit. She totally forgot that Aidan wasn't aware of her parentage. As far as he was concerned, she was just a charity case staying with the Woods. "You know I'm fucking with you, right?" she added quickly, feigning non-chalance.

"Relax. I already know."

Sage balanced herself up on her elbows and met his gaze. "Really?"

"Cat's horrible at keeping secrets."

"She acts like it's my fault Thomas cheated."

"Well, it's easier for her to take it out on you than him."

"Do you think she would have liked me if I wasn't..." she paused, wondering what the hell she was doing. This was Aidan. Aidan, of all people. And she was about to indirectly reveal one of her vulnerabilities to him.

"A bitch?"

"Never mind."

"You might as well tell me. I'll get it out of you one way or another."

Finding it difficult to hold his stare, she focused her attention straight ahead and exhaled a heavy sigh. "If I was white, she wouldn't be as embarrassed of me."

"Don't kid yourself. She would hate you no matter what you were."

Sage mulled over his words. She didn't believe him.

"Hey, look at me."

Compelled by his earnest tone, she locked eyes with him.

"There's no point in wishing you were different. You are who you are, Sage, and Cat will just have to find a way to deal with it."

The intensity of his gaze left her feeling defenseless in front of him, as if he was trying to break through the walls and discover all her insecurities. A small part of her wondered if he would exploit her fears or assuage them, but as soon as the thought crossed her mind she realised how ridiculous it was. After all, Aidan wasn't a friend, he was one of them.

He was the first one to look away, a blank expression masking his face as he rose to his feet. "Anyway, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." Not waiting for a response, he quickly made his exit.

Alone once again, she breathed a sigh of relief. There was something about Aidan that always set her emotions on edge. Whether it was anger, irritation, or reeling with confusion as she was now, it was impossible for her to be calm around him. Frankly, it was just easier when she didn't have to deal with him at all.

She kicked off her shoes and closed her eyes, telling herself she would wash off her makeup in five minutes. Instead, she fell asleep.

[hotdamnhunnam]

Chick Flick Before Dick

A/N: Sooo I know I’ve written tons of fics featuring reader worshiping Jax’s dick – and I do plan to continue – but we also know he’s all about the service 😜 Based on the below requests, here’s a fic about the wicked magic Mr. Teller can work over you, with those talented fingers and tongue of his...

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, teasing, edging (fingering + oral, fem receiving), semi-public setting (movie theater but no one else is there) Requests: 3 separate anon requests – 1 | 2 | 3

Word Count: ~2.9k

“You say that shit to me one more time, bitch—I swear you’ll regret it the rest of your life.”

Oh, you don’t doubt it... Jax Teller has become more possessive than ever, since he claimed you as his wife. But today you have taken a stand, sticking to what you’ve planned; you’re not about to let him use some idle threat to get you out of it.

It never fails to make you smile, how your husband whines and grumbles like a child, when you turn down his cock to hang out with your friends every once in a while. 

Jax respects you too much to seriously hold it against you, and yet it’s no secret just how much he hates it when you ditch his dick to spend time with your girl crew. Leaving him high and dry, so horny he could die... alone with thoughts of all the dirty shit the two of you both love to do...

You tease your man about it for a minute, just for kicks. “Say what—‘chicks before dicks’...?”

He cringes and sticks out his tongue, as if hearing that phrase makes him physically sick. “Yeah, I mean, it’s just wrong. It’s insulting. Disgusting. The reigning queen of Charming shouldn’t say that to her king.”

“The queen says whatever she wants.”

“She better remember the king owns her cunt.”

“Well, now that’s what the king likes to think...” you taunt, though it’s a struggle to stay strong when his tone gets all dark and dominant.

Your husband knows just what you want. “Bitch, I know what you’re doing. You’re pissing me off on purpose ‘cause you’re desperate for some kind of punishment.”

You pretend to be appalled, although you really are aching for him to slam you up against the goddamn wall. “Behave, my king! Your lady would never do such a thing...”

“Cut the shit and run off to your ladies-in-waiting,” Jax says as he opens the car door for you to get in. Chivalry isn’t dead, though he’s less of a gentleman when you’re in bed. “Tomorrow you’ll spend the whole day as my personal plaything.”

Well, okay—fuck if that didn’t get you soaking wet. And yet tomorrow is a special day; your man has never missed special occasions ever since you started dating. “But did you forget—”

“That it’s our anniversary tomorrow? God, no,” he insists with a kiss on your forehead, amused that you thought he forgot. “Of course I didn’t, darlin’... but I said what I said. About you being my little plaything. Anniversary or not, won’t change a thing.”

***************

It’s eleven-thirty on the morning of your anniversary... and your husband hasn’t even fucked you once yet. After finishing your second cup of coffee you’re still thirsty. Jax had cooked you a whole feast of chocolate chip pancakes and maple-glazed bacon and your favorite style of eggs, but until you have sex, you won’t feel fully fed.

“But I thought we were spending the whole day in bed...” you protest, as he drags your ass out of the house after breakfast.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” he huffs, promptly plopping you onto the back of his Harley and then speeding off. “Just ‘cause you’re spending the day as my slut, doesn’t mean we’ll be cooped up all day. Plenty of other places to play.”

Oh, boy. Just what he means to say... you’re not sure. Jax has fucked you in public before, but you don’t want the whole town of Charming to see him use you as his personal toy. His filthy little whore. What does he have in store...?

You don’t bother to ask where you’re going; you know him well, know he won’t tell. He loves feeling you squirm against him from behind as you agonize over not knowing. It’s literal hell.

And then, suddenly yet smoothly... his bike redirects and pulls up at the last place you’d ever expect: the movies.

What the hell? This early in the day? You can’t even remember when you and Jax last saw a movie together, out in theaters, and most certainly never a matinée. What kind of game is he trying to play...?

Scratch that—you definitely do remember the last time Jax Teller took you to the movies, at this same exact theater. Years ago on the day you first met. Day you’ll never forget. The first day of your last year in high school... that fall when you’d just moved to Charming, the new girl on campus that morning, fumbling through the halls like a fool... then you laid eyes on this guy who captured your heart without warning and had you drowning in a puddle of drool.

Needless to say, you played hooky on your very first day at Redwood Hills High. ‘Cause when Jax Fucking Teller offered you a ride on his bike... that was not something you were about to deny. Powerless to resist cutting class when he already owned your ass in every way. You were psyched. So damn psyched you could die.

And you did in fact die on that fine afternoon, when Jax took your ass out to the movies and spent the whole time ruining your pussy with his fingers and tongue and that huge monster cock till you came like a fucking monsoon.

Now here you are again. So much has changed since then, when your lifetime beside Jax began. Yet so much is the same. High school sweethearts, in love from the start... it’s been almost a decade and nothing can tear your apart. To this day you are still that same girl who repeatedly moaned out his name, in a movie theater with no fucking shame, as you came, came and came...

Your man can see the memories replaying in your head, as he removes your helmet. The sweetest little smirk lights up his gorgeous face. “Remember this place?”

You smile and nod, swooning just from the thought. “Yeah, it’s crazy that we’ve never been back here since our first date...”

“I figured it’d be cute to recreate.”

Ugh, this man is so perfect it’s rude. You playfully scrunch up your nose as the two of you hop off his ride, holding hands like teenagers as you head inside. “Since when do you do cute?”

“Since I met you, babe,” he coos, as you practically trip over your shoes, stumbling through the doorway. “What can I say, you put me in the mood...”

Jax knows already what he plans to see: some dumb romantic comedy. One that’s been out in theaters for months, so the space will be empty just like he wants. Picks up your tickets and  passes right by the popcorn since you both have had plenty of food. And since he’s bound to spend the whole film facedown in your cunt. His face is gonna be fucking glued.

Well, except for when he shifts position every so often to pound you with his massive dick. You already can’t wait for it. Hope he gets to it good and quick; you’re fucking desperate...

You have no clue, just yet, how much your man is gonna make you beg for it.

***************

“How many minutes of the movie do you think we managed to see on our first date?” Jax asks, as he sits his fine ass in the row farthest back. Looking like a damn snack. He’s all yours to attack, just as you are to him, and you can’t fucking wait. The lights dim, as the last of the trailers just played.

You’re the only two souls in this place, thankfully.

Scooting in beside him and all ready for him to devour your pussy, you think back to that day so long ago. “I don’t know... three?”

“Yeah, sounds right to me.”

“Let’s go for zero now, shall we...?”

“Nah, babe—that’s too easy,” he teases, resisting your hand as you reach toward the bulge in his pants to squeeze it. “We should give ourselves some kind of challenge, don’t you think? We were just kids back then. Now we’re the queen and king.”

“What’re you saying?” you mutter as you try and fail to grab hold of his dick. “Jax, please...”

“Think we should double it, at least. Let’s make it six.”

“You fucking serious?” you whimper like a spoiled little bitch. “You’re gonna make me sit through six whole minutes of this shit? You know I hate these sappy crappy chick flicks...”

“Shut up and watch,” he commands, slipping into his natural-born role of pure dominance. “Get your greedy whore hands off my crotch. I’ll tell you when you get to touch.”

Well, fuck. You know you shouldn’t push your luck, although you’re absolutely aching for his cock. You’ve never wanted anything so much.

Squirming in your seat, burning with need, you’re about to explode from the heat. You can’t be asked to keep your damn eyes on the screen, when Jax looks hotter right now than you’ve ever seen. Good enough to eat. Gawking at his chiseled profile limned by the light that projects, you just marvel at how he’s so totally perfect...

“You watching the movie, or me?”

As if he has to ask. You can’t wait till six minutes have passed. “What the fuck do you think? Don’t you wanna use me as your plaything...?”

“Sit back and obey your king.”

“Why are you being so mean...”

It’s no secret that Jax loves to torture his queen. But your juices are leaking all over the cheap fabric seat, and the mess that you’re making is fucking obscene.

That’s why you need his face to be down there to lick it all clean.

“Payback, bitch,” he replies with a devilish wink. The wink that always makes your pussy throb and twitch. It’s a whole fucking kink. “You know how it is...”

And with the words that Jax says next, denying you the privilege of having him between your legs—you understand exactly why he’s doing this. Dishing out punishment and getting off on it, because he knows that you deserve this shit. So savage and sadistic. After the way you spent yesterday pushing his buttons for kicks... now the king is the one playing tricks.

“Chick flick before dick.”

***************

“Jax, I think it’s been six—”

“I’m the one keeping count, bitch. Two more minutes.”

Fuck. Every minute feels infinite. With no luck, you struggle to think about anything other than Jax Teller’s cock. How he’s probably already hard as a rock, how your pussy is bursting and needs him to get all up in it...

Now you’re pretty sure it’s been another two minutes. Moaning like a slut, you know that you should keep your mouth shut, but it’s so hard to resist. Why can’t he just get down to business? You’ve already gone ahead and taken off your panties underneath your dress, to give your husband easy access. 

Forcing yourself to take your gaze off Jax, you lean your head back, close your eyes, and try to just ignore the flood between your thighs. His brutal punishment is pushing you right past your limits. Now it’s definitely been more than two minutes...

Oh shit—just then, you feel his touch upon your clit. Right here in this empty theater. You honestly couldn’t be wetter. “F-fuck, Teller… I need your dick…” “Know you do, bitch,” he snickers and wickedly curls up his fingers. “You just gotta wait till the end of the chick flick.”

Till the end of the—what?!? You groan out, needy and loud, unable to keep your mouth shut. “What the fuck...!”

Now he’s shifted position to kneel before you on the floor. The dim light in the room reflects off of the black of his kutte, as he seals your fate as his dirty little slut. Still the one in control, even down in his kneeling position, sending you reeling even deeper in submission as he uses his skillful fingers to service your soaking wet hole. “Thought you heard me before. You naughty fucking whore.”

Holy mother of shit. You’re already about to explode and can barely fight it. “Yeah, I did—”

“Then repeat it.”

You’ve never been so fucking heated, so wrecked in the head, as you echo the words he’d so cruelly said. “Chick flick before dick.”

“That’s a good girl,” Jax purrs as he slides his two fingers straight into you. Long and thick, stirring you up as they twirl, so damn sinful and slick. Growling in satisfaction, watching your reactions, enjoying the view, the sensation of you being so wet and tight. “You know what that means, right? Of course you do.”

God, this man is too good and too bad to be true... “B-but I didn’t think—”

“Bitch, I swear by the end of this flick you won’t be thinking anything,” Jax interrupts viciously, as two fingers become three. “Now sit back and be good. Let me use you like I said I would. As my filthy fucking plaything.”

Thirty seconds letter you are quaking. Heart aching. Feels like every fiber of your being is fucking breaking.

Although you know you shouldn’t dare cum without his permission... it’s harder and harder as Jax drives his digits in farther and farther, his every move sparking your fucking ignition. The tight coil of arousal inside you is past your control, as he ruthlessly ruins your hole, filling you to the core of your soul. 

And before you know what’s even happened, your body explodes with an orgasm more intense than anything you have ever imagined. Beyond your wildest dreams. The whole town of Charming can no doubt hear your screams, as you frantically shout out the name of your king, in this fucking theater, cunt spastically squirting all over the letters engraved in his thick metal rings.

“Such a sweet fucking cunt,” he grunts, watching your face with a devilish chuckle, as he slurps the taste of you off of his knuckles. “But you’re so disobedient. Cumming before I allowed it? Mmm, almost as if you want more fucking punishment... can’t live without it...”

Your whole body shivers and convulses, as your pussy quivers and pulses. “J-Jax...”

As you clumsily try to pull him toward you for a kiss, he pins down both your wrists. Has no patience for any of this. Jax’s dominance hits like a fucking attack. “Slut, I told you to shut up and sit... the fuck... back.”

The first time you came, only his hands were to blame; your sex god of a husband had not even started to use his mouth yet.

Now he starts. And the second his tongue hits your sensitive pussy, so swollen and juicy, unspeakably wet... you already feel ripped apart. Ripped to shreds. Already dead.

He’s licking at your slit, while sucking on your clit, and you’re losing your absolute shit.

You’re pretty sure you just came three times in less than a minute, but it’s not as if you’re in a state to keep track. You can’t bear to look down at him doing his thing, golden hair gleaming in the faint light as he feasts on your cunt like a king. You’ve always been his personal plaything. He has every right to eat you like a snack.

Yet he’s pushing you past every possible limit of orgasms and that’s a fact.

You just moan and gasp, losing what little grasp you have on sanity, slipping away from reality, throwing your head further back. “Jax—fuck, Jaxxx...!”

After his next round of wrecking, he finally pauses for just a few seconds. You need him to cut this shit out but can’t say it aloud; you don’t have any breath left for begging.

His flawless face is glistening in your juices, snickering as he gets off on putting you through this. Whenever the king and queen go to battle in the bedroom or any damn context involving sex... queen always loses.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for what Jax says next.

“You good?”

What the—did he just—

But before you can even attempt to protest, the bastard goes back at it like no man on earth ever should. ‘Cause of course he would. He fucking would.

The audacity?!?! You have officially lost any hope of regaining your sanity. Ever. 

FUCK Jax Fucking Teller. You should’ve known that you were doomed from the day you two first got together, right in this theater...

But then again, you fucking did. Of course you fucking knew it. Knew all along that this would happen. And that is exactly what you had imagined, what you had signed up for: to serve him forever, to let him destroy you whenever, wherever, use and abuse you as his own personal fucking whore.

Your soul doesn’t even belong to you anymore. Jax Fucking Teller just sucked it right out of you, several times over. He’s not even done yet. Won’t be till you’re dead. Your man is one goddamn savage motherfucker, but that is what makes him the most perfect lover.

Although you’re not sure if you’ll ever recover... you do know one thing for sure: by the end of this movie—even if your poor pussy physically can’t take an orgasm more, really, truly—you’re taking his dick. Dick is the only cure. You fucking live and die for Jax Teller’s dick. Fucking need it more than you can even afford.

And that is why from this day forward, you both know that no chicks—and sure as hell no goddamn chick flicks—will ever come before.

***************

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Tomburgers - The New Favorite Place

A short, cute little fic of @warped-m0ss 's AU where Dream and Tommy create their own restaurant to cause problems for Wilbur and Quackity.

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It was a plan to cause problems on purpose but neither Dream nor Tommy could cook. Luckily Dream has just the plan and it turns out to be the best one yet.

-

Their partnership has been a shock to the whole server and their announcement of their new business was even more so. Dream and Tommy, sick and tired of having to deal with whatever was going on between Las Nevadas and the newly established Paradise, put aside their differences and decided to team up - temporarily! Only temporarily - in order to cause as much grief for both places as possible. You know, causing problems on purpose.

They’d built their shop, a little hut on the back side of spawn. Tommy built the building while Dream did a bit of terraforming, even building up a small little water fountain as well as establishing outside seating. Once that was complete both went out to gather all the food they could, Dream brought back mutton, beef, pork, and a variety of fish. Tommy brought the vegetables, bread and sweets. It was when they got it all together and was almost ready to have their grand opening did the thought occur.

“Say Dream,” Tommy began with a pensive look on his face, immediately drawing the masked man’s attention, “We went and did all this but do either of us actually know how to cook?”

Dream paused, his mask actually obscuring his facial expression but Tommy knew Dream well enough to see the jolt that went through him, saw the way his shoulders dropped just slightly.

“We don’t.” Tommy confirmed and Dream nodded, once and hesitant. Tommy cursed. They had all the raw ingredients they could ever need, certainly much more than either of their opponents, and Tommy had been almost done writing up their menu as well, but if they couldn’t cook it then they couldn’t serve it. It was the rule and Eret held the right as the only licensed food connoisseur to shut any restaurant down if they didn’t meet their regulations for food prep that they had laid down.

“Maaaan” Tommy whined, sliding down to sit on the polished oak floor. Dream remained silent, head tilted slightly. He was thinking, Tommy realized but he didn’t know what they could do. They couldn’t trick Eret. The other had an uncanny ability to see through bullshit.

“How finished is your menu?” Dream asked eventually, slowly like the puzzles in his head were starting to come together.

Tommy sighed, “It’s nearly done but I don’t see the point in finishing it if everything we can serve is raw.” He fought the urge to roll his eyes but he did jump when Dream suddenly spun on his heels and hastily headed for the door. “Oi! Where are you going?” He called after, making Dream pause briefly in the doorway.

“Finish the menu Tommy. Leave everything raw.” Dream ordered.

“What?!” Tommy exclaimed, jumping to his feet. He huffed and glared, throwing his hand out, “We can’t serve raw food to people Dream! Eret won’t bloody allow it or did you forget?”

“Trust me Tommy,” Dream said only to have Tommy snort.

“You took my discs, exiled me, and blew up a country and now you’re asking me to trust you?” Tommy asked, disbelieving.

“I did all that, you’re right. You tried to blackmail me with my dead horse, you killed the only peace I had in Pandora, and you also tried to kill me while I was defenseless and half starved and tortured,” Dream shot back, his voice calm. Tommy flinched slightly but Dream continued, “I’m not asking you to trust me fully but trust me when it comes to our business. We’re on the same page here with this.”

Tommy thought about it before he nodded, “Yeah alright. I’ll finish the menu but where are you going?”

“I see a friend.” Was all Dream offered before he was gone and left a grumbling Tommy picking up a pen to work on the menu.

-

A day later Tomburger opened officially.

Tommy was nervous and he kept glancing at Dream as he stood in an apron with his arms folded across his chest. He appeared to be waiting on someone - had been for the last thirty minutes of them announcing to the whole of the server that they were open. Tommy had resorted to pacing, a nervous boulder lodging itself firmly in his belly. He was just waiting for Eret to show up and take one look at their menu and shut them down, ending their attempts before it could even begin.

“Calm down,” Dream’s voice was firm but gentle, making Tommy pause long enough to glare.

“Calm down he says,” Tommy mocked, “Why aren’t you as nervous as I am? Eret’s going to shut us down man. There’s no way we’ll be able to-” Tommy’s voice trailed off as a low grumbling just outside their hut sounds.

“I don’t know what to tell you Steve,” Techno’s voice rose up in response, “This is where Dream said to meet him.”

A cackling whine rose up as well along with whinney of a horse. “Look I don’t know why Dream told us to come here either but I trust the guy,” Techno responds seconds before he appears at the small window they’d built.

Dream laughs as he let’s up the window. “Techno! Good to see you, ah I see you brought the animals. Good good.” Tommy remains silent, not sure where Dream was going with this, but he steps forward to peek outside, noting Steve the polar bear, Carl the stallion, and Blitz the fox all accompanying the Piglin.

“Yeah you asked me to bring them here but uh I’m not exactly sure what here is.” Techno replied, gazing at the building with a raised brow.

“Welcome to Tomburger!” Dream announced, spreading his arms wide. The grin could be heard in his voice, “We serve all the pets of the server the finest food. We have a little bit of everything, look!” A menu is handed out the window for Techno to take and he does so. Tommy watched as Techno took a step back as his three pets gathered around. Blitz peeked down from his spot curled around the Piglin’s neck while Carl looked over one shoulder and Steve the other.

The pets looked down the menu before Blitz started wagging his fluffy tail and chattering eagerly. Steven huffed and grunted, licking his lips. Carl bobbed his head and nudged the side of Techno’s head.

“Blitz wants the rabbit dish here, the uh Lucky Rabbit Hindquarters with a side of red mushrooms. Steve wanted the Salmon Grande but hold the kelp, he doesn’t like kelp. Carl wants a dozen freshly cut carrots.” Techno ordered as his three pets made excited noises. He fished out a handful of golden nuggets and handed them over.

“Thank you,” Dream smiled, taking payment. “We’ll have it out for you in just a moment. Please have a seat and relax.” He said before sliding the window shut and turning around to where Tommy was gaping at him.

“You’re bloody brilliant, you know that?” Tommy asked before he registered what he said. He blinked in surprise as Dream merely chuckled. “For a bitch.” He tried to recover with the insult, ears reddening in embarrassment.

Luckily Dream let him have it by merely laughing and nodding, “Yes I know.”

They got to work, preparing the dishes and serving them to their waiting customers. It was a hit. Techno’s pets loved their dishes and Techno himself was impressed with the restaurant.

By the end of the week Techno has brought his whole wolf army to be served. Sam had heard through the grapevine and brought Fran to try out the food. Other members of the server started bringing their own pets as well.

Dream had to break the news to Sapnap that he would be banned from entering the premises due to his history as a serial pet killer. Sapnap had whined but relented when Dream promised to make some extra special fish food for Mars and Beckerson.

It was months before Drista made her appearance, along with the new puppy Tommy had gotten to replace the dog that he’d accidentally killed. The puppy took to the place instantly and a happy puppy meant a less chaotic Goddess of Mischief. Drista vowed the lands of the Tomburger restaurant to be under her protection and promised pain to any and all who would dare to harm the place.

Quackity and Wilbur could do nothing but simmer in their anger, as neither were prepared to face the wrath of the Goddess.

Tomburger turned into quite the social hang out among the server inhabitants and Dream and Tommy were soon swimming in gold. Tommy was happy and Dream was as well.

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She - Carrie Wilson x Female Reader (SMUT 18+)

Request: girl x girl with Carrie having a bad day cause of Julie and needs to let off the anger with giving the reader an/some orgasm(s)?

Word Count: 1770 words

Summary: after being upstaged by julie at the school spirit rally carrie needs a way to work her anger out, and you are more than happy to be of assistance 

Warnings: sex (obviously), oral sex (female receiving), fingering, use of sex toys, swearing, overstimulation, slight dom

A/N: i finally got the motivation to write this and i dont completely hate it which is good haha sorry for any mistakes in editing, i got a bit lazy and just skim read it while cuddling a kitten lol so if theres any mistakes thats why  also no hate to julie or flynn but obviously carrie’s girlfriend wouldn’t like them and neither does carrie so yeah thats why they get shit on   anyways, hope you enjoy!!!

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“I swear Molina does this shit on purpose, just to piss me off.” Carrie ranted as the two of you walked down the hallway after the spirit rally.

“Do you know how hard I worked on that routine? And she just has to go and upstage me with some stupid fucking hologram act? Which came out of nowhere, might I add.” She continued, and you nodded, not wanting to sat the wrong thing and make it worse. 

You stood back and watched as your girlfriend confronted Julie, rolling your eyes at Nick who decided to step in. He never truly knew how to deal with Carrie. He followed as Carrie walked away and you hurried to catch up, grabbing onto your girfriend’s hand as she repeated her rant from earlier. 

The bell rang as Carrie turned to walk away, pulling you along with her. 

“Where are we going? Science is the other way.” You questioned. Carrie shook her head. 

“We’re not going to science.” She replied, pulling you into a janitors closet and shutting the door behind you. 

“Oh.” You said, understanding the situation. 

Carrie pulled you towards her, your lips crashing against hers. She tasted like she always did, like her favourite peach lipgloss and mint. Kissing Carrie was like the perfect duet, her lips were made to intertwine with yours. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Carrie shoving you against the wall, her lips moving from yours to trail down your neck, sucking marks into your skin as she went. 

“Carrie.” You mumbled. “Are we really gonna do this here?” 

She took a step back, eyeing you carefully, before pulling out her phone and pressing it to her ear. 

“Dad? I need you to call the school and excuse me and Y/N for the rest of the day.” She spoke and your eyes widened. You could hear the muffled sound of Carrie’s dad talking on the other end. She bit her lip. 

“It’s a girl problem.” She said after a moment. Her dad replied and a smile appeared on your girlfriend’s face. 

“Yes that kind of girl problem. Poor Y/N is feeling horrible, the cramps are just so bad on the first day of her cycle.” Carrie put on a sympathetic voice and after a moment she gave you a thumbs up and said goodbye to her father before hanging up. 

“How good are you at acting?” She questioned. You shrugged. 

“Decent enough, why?” You replied.

“My dad is coming to pick us up and drop us home at my house. You’re having a really bad period and you need to get some rest.” 

You nodded in understanding, and together you made your way outside, waiting for Trevor to arrive, and once he did you made sure to clutch at your stomach and lean on your girlfriend as she helped you into the car. 

“Do you need anything Y/N?” Trevor asked, as he drove the two of you home. “I can get whatever pads or tampons you need, and I can heat up a heat pack or get medication for your cramps.” 

Your heart swelled at the caring gesture. 

“I should be okay with just a lie down.” You replied. “But I’ll let you know if I need anything. Thank you.” 

“Of course. Anything to make you more comfortable.” Trevor responded as he pulled the car into the driveway. 

“I’ll go get you girls some pizza. I know Carrie loves comfort foods on her period.” He offered. You and Carrie exchanged a look, but agreed, and before you knew it you were flopping down onto your girlfriend’s king sized bed. 

“I feel kinda guilty.” You admitted. Carrie sighed. 

“Me too. Why does he have to be such a good dad?” She groaned. 

“Too late now to backtrack.” You said. Carrie nodded, rolling closer to you and pulling you into her arms. 

“Guess we should just make the most of our time together then.”

- 

An hour and several slices of pizza later and Carrie and you had her whole house to yourselves, with her dad leaving for some meeting that would take several hours. 

Carrie had been staring at the wall for the past 15 minutes and you were starting to get worried about your girlfriend. You moved slightly, placing a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to look at you. 

“Are you okay?” You questioned. 

“Just thinking about Julie again.” She explained, an annoyed look appearing on her face. 

“You need to forget about her babe. She’s not worth your time.” You stated, but Carrie ignored you, staring back at the wall again. 

“I just can’t believe she upstaged me after all the hard work we put into our performance.” She ranted. You took her hand. 

“If it makes you feel better, I thought that Dirty Candy was better by far.” You said, squeezing her hand. 

“You have to say that, you’re my girlfriend.” She rolled her eyes, but the light blush on her cheeks told you that she appreciated the compliment. You fell into silence for a moment, before an idea popped into your head. 

“Carrie.” You said. 

“What?” She replied, without even looking at you. 

“Remember that time that Flynn called me your bitch and I got so pissed off at her and you worked my anger out with some of the hottest sex we’ve ever had?” You asked. That got her attention, and she turned to look at you. 

“Yeah?” Her eyes lingered on your lips for a few seconds. 

“Use me.” You stated. She bit her lip. 

“You sure?” She checked. You nodded. 

“Positive. I’m all yours to do whatever you want to me.” You assured her. 

“In that case...” Carrie sat up, her look suddenly very serious. “Take off your clothes. Now.” 

You obeyed, pulling your Dirty Candy t-shirt and your denim shorts quickly, and after a quick glance at Carrie, stripped your underwear and bra off too. 

“Lie down.” Carrie instructed, and you did as she said. You watched as she moved down her bed and spread your legs, her eyes never once leaving yours. 

She lent down and licked a strip up your pussy and you moaned loudly, not holding back since you knew that Trevor was gone. 

Carrie smirked, before moving to eat you out, her tongue swirling against your clit as she inserted a finger into you. 

“Carrie.” You moaned out, and she grazed her teeth along your clit as a response. 

“Holy shit.” You muttered, tangling your fingers through her hair. 

She added a second finger and your head fell back in pleasure. She really wasn’t holding back. You could feel the familiar feeling of your orgasm pooling in your stomach. 

“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.” You breathed out, and she ignored you, curling her fingers inside you to hit your g-spot. You gasped loudly. 

“Carrie, please.” You moaned. 

“Cum for me baby.” She said, her mouth never leaving your clit, and the vibrations sent you tumbling over the edge, cumming with a loud moan of her name. 

She worked you through your orgasm before moving away, and you shut your eyes to take a moment. The bed dipped as Carrie climbed back onto it, and before you could react she was pressing a vibrator to your already sensitive clit. 

“Carrie, what?” You asked, eyes opening quickly. 

“You didn’t think I’d stop at one, did you?” She teased, pressing the vibrator against you again, causing your already sensitive body to twitch. You bit your lip, unable to respond. She grinned at you. 

“How many orgasms have you had in one go before?” She questioned. 

“Three.” You answered. She paused, thinking. 

“You can do more than that.” She decided, and your eyes widened. You opened your mouth to reply but she pressed the vibrator to your clit again, this time turning the level on the vibrator up. You squirmed, not even having time to warn her before your second orgasm hit. 

Smirking, Carrie left the vibrator on your clit, holding your hips down with her spare hand to stop you from trying to move away. The intense vibration so soon after your second orgasm had you cumming again in what felt like no time. 

“Please no more. I can’t take it.” You begged. Carrie shook her head. 

“Yes you can baby, I know you can.” She assured you. 

“I can’t Carrie, please.” You whined. She paused. 

“One more.” She decided. You whimpered as her fingers entered you once again, stretching you slightly, before she slid them out and slid the vibrator into you. 

You cried out, hot tears spilling down your cheeks as Carrie put her mouth back onto your clit, every little movement sending shudders through your overly sensitive body. 

“Come on baby, one more, you can do it.” Carrie coaxed, her tongue swirling against your clit. She angled the vibrator to hit your g-spot and that was enough to bring you to your fourth orgasm. 

“Good girl.” Carrie praised, removing the vibrator from you. Your body was shaking and your face was wet with tears. You knew you looked like a wreck. 

“I think we should have a bath.” Carrie decided, helping you into the bathroom. 

She helped you to sit on the closed toilet, before starting the bath, adding in your favourite Lush bubble bar that she always kept for when you were over, and some soothing bath soak. Once she was done she turned back to you. 

“I’ll be right back, okay?” She whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You just nodded, too exhausted to speak. 

Carrie was back in no time, carrying two pairs of soft pyjamas, and some apple juice with ice. She placed them down on the cabinet before turning the water off on the bath and adding in a bath bomb. She lit the candles surrounding the bath before turning her attention to you. 

“Ready to get in?” She questioned. 

“Yeah, I might need some help though.” You replied, your voice shaky. Carrie grinned, walking over to you and wrapping her arm around your waist to help you over to the bath. She helped you climb in before stripping off her clothes and climbing in with you, sitting herself behind you so that you could lean back against her. 

“Feel better now?” You asked in a soft voice. Carrie pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder. 

“I do. Thank you, I love you.” She murmured. 

“I love you too. And anytime, I’ll always be here.” You responded, shutting your eyes as you snuggled against your girlfriend. 

And you meant it. 

[norisxfics]

NCT 127′s Dorm Maid: Ch.3 - Johnny

Title: NCT 127’s Dorm Maid

Genre: smut

Chapter: 3

Characters: Johnny x OC/reader

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Contains: fingering, thigh riding, slight choking, dom johnny, squirting

Summary: When NCT’s Dorm maid falls ill, her niece takes her place and becomes NCT’s new dorm maid. NCT weren’t unfamiliar with the girl as she has substituted for her aunt many times before. But this time it was different, this time she was going to become their permanent dorm maid as her aunt was forced to retire because of her health. NCT members quickly grow fond of the girl, but little did she know this also meant that she was going to be a hell of a lot more busy than she expected.

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When the boys found out I also play video games on my time off we would often play together online whenever we weren’t busy. We mostly played games like PUBG and other FPS games, sometimes MMO’s. Haechan was the one who most often played with me, he would thank me for playing with him and then proceed to whine about how sometimes the boys won’t play with him even if they’ve got nothing going on. It was cute.

Often times when I’m doing my job he would ask me to watch him play or join him. I would usually tell him to wait until I finish my job but then he would whine and hug my arm, trying to act cute, as he would beg me “It’s just for a few minutes!” It never did end up being only a “few minutes” but I guess you could say those moments are like a break for me. 

This time it was both Johnny and Haechan asking me to watch and play with them. I would often help Haechan out as well whenever they played games going against each other I would even lean over Haechan to show him some tricks on the keyboard he could use in the game, Johnny would call it cheating, but I would fight him back saying there was no rules against assisting. 

“Noona, you play for me, show him how hard you can beat him like you did to me the other day,” Haechan got off his chair and I chuckled “don’t mind if I do, time to get wrecked Johnny,” I took my place in the chair and started a round with Johnny, and let’s just say that I totally wrecked Johnny. When the round was over Haechan high-fived me and and Johnny let out a sigh “You only won because I let you,”

“Only a sore loser would try to claim that,” I gave a wink and smirked at him, he raised a brow at me. 

“I have to go, the dreamies wanna hang out, you guys have fun!” Haechan said as he grabbed his phone in wallet, sliding them into his pockets. 

“Bye Haechan, have fun,” I turned to Johnny when he left and smirked “one more round?” Johnny immediately sat up on his chair and we started yet another round. Guess who won? 

That’s right me. 

“Hah! Get wrecked Johnny, I just made you my bitch,” I gave him a smug smirk and dusted off the non-existent dust off my shoulders. I stood up and fixed my skirt “anyway, I should get back to work, I’ll let you cry it out while I clean,” As I turned to walk away Johnny grabbed my wrist and I turned to him. He stared at me with a brow raised “hold on just a minute, who said you’re dismissed?”

“Huh? I mean, I have to get my work done...” 

“You work for us so you answer to us, besides I have somethings to talk about with you,”

“Well, technically I work for SM, SM is the one sending me payche-”

He rolled his eyes, suddenly pulling me to sit on his thigh “First of all I’d like to talk about what you’re wearing today, it’s kind of inappropriate don’t you think? Wearing a short skirt while doing a job that requires bending over a lot,” I had forgotten about that honestly, I intentionally wore a skirt to catch their attention. Ever since that day with Mark my sexual demon that I’ve been suppressing as been slowly coming out. It was exciting, that night, the risk of getting caught, it excited me. 

I wanted to tease the boys. 

I wanted the excitement. 

But I had forgotten about all that while we were playing games, so I was now genuinely surprised. 

“Um...well, I can exp-” 

“Who said you could talk? I’m not done,” 

He gripped onto my thigh, hand slowly moving up “not to mention your actions today as well, the way you were on your knees earlier, wiping the floor in front of me, I bet you did that on purpose, you wanted me to see didn’t you?”

He was absolutely right on point, when I was cleaning the floor I lifted my ass up more when I saw Johnny enter the room, I wanted him to look at me. 

I subconsciously licked over my bottom lip, biting down on it as his hand moved up my skirt and over to my ass, while his other hand moved to caress my cheek “and what was that just now hmm? Bending over in excuse to help Haechan, your ass right in my face, you’re just asking for it aren’t you?” 

I didn’t answer, I was too distracted by his dark and firm tone of voice. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t wet right now. 

His hand soon moved to my throat, thumb caressing against my jawline before he gave a small squeeze to my throat “Answer me.”

I tried so hard not to squirm “Y-yes,”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir...”

He gave my ass a squeeze, his other and moved to the back of my head, pulling me closer to him as his lips lingered over mine for a moment, half lidded eyes looking down into mine before his lips finally connected with mine. Our lips moved in unison as a it slowly get deeper, and more desperate, more desperate from my side that is. My hips involuntarily began to move, grinding against his thigh in a slow pace. 

Johnny broke the kiss and mumbled “eager little kitten aren’t you?” he gave my ass another squeeze as he encouraged me to continue riding out his thigh. I held onto his shoulders as my gaze went back to his lips, our lips soon connected again, resuming back into a heated kiss. He tightened his thigh muscle, pushing his thigh up against me, a whimper leaving my lips and into the kiss. 

“Fuck you’re so wet right now baby girl, it’s leaking through your panties,” I could feel my cheeks turn red “such a dirty little girl,” he smacked my ass and I jumped a little, biting down on my lip “you like that huh?” he smirked and I nodded.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, kissing and softly sucking on the skin. I let out a soft quiet moan, followed by another as he spanked me again before gripping my hips, pushing my down harder against his thigh. My hips began to move more eagerly against him. 

He then held my hips in place and I let out a whimper as he stopped me. 

“Stand up,” he ordered. 

And so I did. I stood in front of him. 

“Lift your skirt up for me, baby” 

I gripped onto the hem of my skirt, lifting it up from him to see me white lace panties. He tapped my inner thigh, I took that as a signal to spread my legs more, so I did. He hooked his fingers into my panties and tug them half way down my thighs. 

“What was that you said earlier? That I’m you’ve made me your bitch?” 

His fingers slipped between my thighs, softly grazing over my wet folds. 

“I think you got it all wrong, because I just made you my bitch,”

I shuddered at his words. I was a huge sub and Johnny seemed to know that. I guess a dom will always know a sub when he sees one, right?

His middle finger slipped in between my fold as he dragged it from my entrance to my clit, teasing it a bit before he paused. 

“Want me to keep touching you? To make you feel good?” 

I nodded “Yes, sir,”

“Then tell me who’s dirty little bitch are you?”

“Yours, sir” 

“My what?”

“I’m your dirty little bitch,”

“Good girl,” 

I let out a whimper when those two small words came out of his own mouth. He began to rub my clit, pressing his fingers against it, he moved his fingers in a circular motion pressing firmly against me. I gripped tightly onto my skirt, pursing my lips to muffle my moans. 

Hi moved his finger between my folds and began to tease my entrance “you’re such a little whore, getting so damn,” he pushed his finger into me, a moan escaping my lips “wet for me,” his finger pumped inside of me, pressing against my wet walls. 

“What am I gonna do with you?”

He added a second digit into me, pumping his fingers faster and harder inside of me. I let out a louder moan, covering my mouth quickly with one hand. 

“Even your moans sound so dirty,” he chuckled. He curled his fingers up against my walls, finding my sweet spot. I bit into my hand to muffle my moans and whimpers. My hips were shaking and it was becoming hard to stay on my feet. 

“Do you wanna come for me, baby?”

“Y-yes sir...”

“Then beg for it,”

His fingers began to move painfully slow, I let out a whine in protest “Please...please don’t stop, please let me cum daddy,” 

“daddy huh? I like the way it sounds coming from your dirty little whore mouth, say it again,”

“fuck, daddy please, please make me cum for you daddy,” I begged desperately, as I squirmed. 

“Good girl,” 

He inserted a third digit and began to roughly and quickly thrust his fingers into me, making to to curl them against my sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly I gripped onto his arm, moaning loudly, forgetting to keep myself quiet, as my body shook with pleasure, my walls tightening around his fingers as I reached my climax. 

My juices squirting out onto his hand and onto the floor. 

“Fuck...you’re squirter huh?”

He pulled his fingers out and I sunk down onto my knees, catching my breath. I looked up at him to see him licking his fingers clean as he grabbed his phone before pointing it at me “can I take a picture? You know, in memory of who exactly wrecked who tonight,” he smirked down at me and I blushed. 

“I’ll take your silence as a yes?” He held the phone up at and angle and took a photo. I didn’t mind of course, or I would have said no. 

“You should clean your mess up and get back to work,”

I nodded.

I had a feeling he was going to start teasing me about this, and I was right. The next time I played a game with him and Haechan online and “get wrecked” would be mentioned, he would text me the photo with a reminder “You mean like how you got wrecked the other night?”

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VIVIAN

"Who was that?" Mandy asks me as I hang up the phone after talking to Nikki.

"Nikki." I reply, helping her get the straps on her dress adjusted. 

She doesn't look like a conventional bride in her satin black dress that reaches just below her thighs. 

"Looks pretty." I tell her. 

"Thanks." She replies. 

I think for a moment before clearing my throat. 

"Are you nervous at all?" I ask her and she looks at me. 

"No? Should I be?" 

"I mean, it's just a big step, you know?"

"Not any bigger than already living together. It's not gonna change much." She says. "It's just a silly piece of paper to me." She admits. "I'm doing this for him, he's always wanted to get married--don't get me wrong, I have, too--but it's never been on my absolutely priority list like it's on his." She explains. 

"If it's just a silly piece of paper, why does it take so long to get it annulled, or divorce finalized?" I ask her and she furrows her brows. 

"There's a lot that goes into marriage, Mandy, and it does change things to an extent. But it's a good change." I assure her. 

"No offense, Vivian, but shouldn't you be worried about your own marriage before you worry about mine?" She asks me, a little aggravated. 

I get aggravated right back. 

"I didn't mean anything by it, Amanda. I just think you shouldn't marry him because he wants marriage more than you do and you want to make him happy. You marry him because you love him and you want to do it without the pressure of living up to a standard he subconsciously has placed on you. I'm just trying to look out for both of you because I'm his friend and I'm--"

"--Trust me, I'm well aware." She cuts me short. 

"Then act like it and don't talk to me like that in my own fucking house." I snap. 

She just stares at me and I stare at her. 

"You know what? I need to get going. I've gotta run to town. Thanks for your help." She says flatly, getting the dress back off and pulling her clothes on.

When she gets to the door she stops and turns to me. 

"I get it. You're carrying his kid and I'm the woman he proposed to when you wouldn't stay with him. I wasn't trying to be a bitch. I'm just trying to fucking adjust to this shit, because it's hard on me, Vivian. This whole clusterfuck is really fucking hard on me." 

"Like it's easy for me?" I ask her, scoffing. 

"I have to know I'm second to him, Vivian. Do you know how much that fucking hurts? And he swears up and down I'm first, I'm a priority, but I know I'm not. I know if both of us was fucking dying and he could only save one, he'd choose you." 

"Well, like you said, I'm the one pregnant with his kid, so…" I blurt it without a thought and immediately regret it. 

She just looks hurt--betrayed even--and slams the door shut on her way out before she gets to her car and squeals out of the driveway. 

"Shit." I say to myself. "Vivian, you shouldn't have fucking said that...what have you done?" 

I figured Duff would call shortly after and scold me. Little did I know the phone call would be skipped altogether.

"What the hell, Vivian?!" Duff says, slamming my door shut and I jump a little, looking at him as he comes to me in the living room. 

"I didn't mean to say what I said." I tell him. 

"Didn't mean to say it?! You basically told her you were more important because you're knocked up with my baby!"

"Am I not?" I ask him, raising my brows. 

"That doesn't mean you're more important to me, Vivian. That doesn't mean Mandy's second place right now. You're both important to me in different ways!"

"Oh, so if I told you Nikki and I were done and I wanted to be with you, you wouldn't leave her within a matter of days and be with me?" 

"Not with you acting like this." He declares. 

"Like what?"

"Like fucking--" He stops talking before he says something he'll regret, before huffing out a breath of air… "You're jealous, and I get that, but you're not treating Mandy like shit just because you think you have the upper hand, right now." 

"I didn't treat her like shit, I just said--" 

"--I know what you said. She told me what you said. I love you, but I'm not doing the petty cat-fight drama so cut it out." He states sternly. "And if you wanna play the, 'I'm carrying his baby' card, that's fine. Be the woman I just got pregnant. But she'll always be the one I married."

"She's also the one hammering screwdrivers with you at brunch, I've heard." I tell him, crossing my arms, trying not to be hurt by his words. 

"Whatever makes you feel a million miles taller than everybody else, Viv." He gives up, heading to the door before turning to look at me. "You're taking your medication like you're supposed to, right?" 

"Go fuck yourself." I snap. 

"That's what I thought." He says sharply. 

"You can leave now." I say, defensively. 

I thought that was that...thought.

"I just missed a dose or two, Nikki, honestly." I tell him the next morning, not necessarily telling the truth but also not lying completely. 

"Vivian, we're not doing this shit where you don't take your medication, again." He tells me. 

"I'm not doing it, Nikki." 

"And I've heard some shit about fucking lithium and you don't need to just miss any doses if you can help it. It can fuck your body up and if it can do that to you it sure as shit can hurt the baby." 

"Nikki, I didn't miss any doses on purpose, I just forgot." 

"Right, like you forgot to take your Nardil for three months in a row at times." 

"Can you hop off, Nikki, I mean, seriously. I'm trying here." 

"I'm not trying to get on to you, Viv, I just want you to take this serious."

"I do." I insist. 

"Then why is Duff telling me you went off on Mandy and him?" 

"Oh, he told you that, too? Along with my lack of taking my medicine on time?" 

"He's worried, Vivian."

"He should be. He's fucking his life up by marrying her." 

"Vivian." He snaps and I look at him, sighing. 

"We broke up. And within a few weeks, he's engaged to her, Nikki. They're getting married in two months, did you know that? Who the hell gets married five months after they have a breakup from someone they were in love with? Not to mention his drinking." 

"So what if the guy had a few screwdrivers at breakfast or whatever? I've seen Sharise throw back mimosas at ten in the morning before." 

"Champagne and orange juice is a lot different than straight vodka and orange juice, Nikki." I state. 

"Alcohol is alcohol." He reminds me. "And besides, he's probably drinking because he's under a lot of pressure with the band right now, and you're catching a lot of shit right now, and he's got a lot on his mind." He adds. 

"I do, too, but I'm not rushing into a marriage to try to convince myself I'm making the right decision." I mumble. 

"Nah, I think you and I both did enough of that five years ago." He replies and I realize what I said, and look at him pointedly. 

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I didn't say you did. I just think maybe you're taking something out on him because you don't want him to me the same mistake we did." He suggests. 

"Oh, so you're the therapist now or something?" 

He just stares at me with a little smirk, his eyes searching mine. 

"I'm gonna blame the exponential amount of bitchiness on the pregnancy." Is all he says before trying to get up.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I say, reaching out and grabbing his wrist, and he looks at me and sits back down. "I'm sorry, Nikki, alright?" 

"There's a reason I wanted to talk to you, I didn't just bring you down here so you could start a fight." He raises his brows. "I wanted to talk to you about something important." 

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and he rubs his face. "Look, about the whole sex thing…" 

My face burns with embarrassment and I let out a breath. 

"I don't wanna talk about it, Nikki. Let's just forget it happened." I tell him. 

"No, don't do that, Viv, it's not anything to be--"

"--I cried and whined over not getting dick. Yes, it is something to be embarrassed about. So let's just not even acknowledge it happened." 

"You were crying and whining because I, your husband, wouldn't be intimate with you. It has nothing to do with sex itself, but the feeling that comes with it--at least that's what Amber told me." He tells me. 

I just smile at the fact he's actually paying attention to his therapist instead of blowing off her intel. 

"I guess you're right." I reply. 

"And I'm sorry for that…it's not like I just found out about the baby. I've known it since you told me. I agreed to work this out with you, you know? So I shouldn't have thrown it in your face that I'm not attracted to you because of the baby thing."

"Well...are you not attracted to me?" 

"The first session we had I was trying to get you on Amber's desk, Viv." He reminds me, chuckling. 

"That was before you knew I was pregnant, Nikki." 

"...It was?" 

"I think it was." 

"...oh…" 

"Look, I'm just as attracted to you now as I was when we first met." He assures me. 

"You hated me when we first met."

"Doesn't mean I didn't wanna get you under me." He shrugs. 

"Oh, whatever." I roll my eyes and he grins. 

"My point is that I'm sorry for making you feel like something's wrong with you or you're undesirable or something. The truth is, Amber suggested that we wait on having sex for a while until we're mentally stable enough to separate sex and intimacy from problem solving and apologies." 

"...And you agree with her?" I raise a brow, not believing my ears. 

Since when the hell does Nikki Sixx take marriage advice from anybody? 

"Yeah, I guess I do." He shrugs.

I just scoff.

"Viv, you said it yourself multiple times the past few years that sex doesn't solve anything." 

"I meant using sex as a means to brush things under the rug. Not just happy-go-lucky-'we aren't just doing this to keep our marriage from falling apart'-sex." 

"Was there a difference in the two by 1986?" He raises his brows and I'm about to argue some more, but he has a point.

"I'm trying, Viv. You know I am. I haven't tried barely at all, and you know that, too, so please, let's just see if this works." He pleads. 

"So, what, we're just not gonna do anything until we get our crap together?" 

"That's a good way to put it, yeah." He nods. 

Despite it being an inconvenience, it'd be well worth it. Maybe if we aren't so focused on getting each other's bones jumped, it'll give us time to actually grow up, some. 

"Okay, Nikki." I agree and he looks relieved.

I made a very deliberate point to stop by Amber's office on the way out.

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can u pls write something with dirty talk and facefucking for grayson 🥺🥺

*screaming DEVILISH by chase atlantic*

“holy shit she worshiping my dick like it’s the holy father”

i’m not saying grayson loves to hear you choking on his dick but he for sure loves to hear you choking on his dick.

most of the time, gray can handle your attitude and snarky remarks. you being a brat was something he’s used to by now. but he will admit that some days - he would like nothing more than to shut that pretty little mouth up in any way he can. sexual or not. and today must have been one of those days.

you wouldn’t stop. it was a constant picking, picking, picking at his nerves. at first he thought that maybe he did something to upset you, and tried to understand that you get a bit petty when you’re upset. but after a while, he realized that...you were fucking being mean on purpose. because you know what comes after if you get him too upset. and you loved it. you craved for him to grab you by your neck and pull you into him, lips hovering over yours, mumbling a little “seems to me you’re having a little attitude problem today.”

and you would grin. an evil little grin that lets him know that yes: this is exactly what you want. to be punished. have you put in your place in the crudest way - that way being his dick slamming down your throat. 

“i’m not doing anything,” you stutter, clenching at the feeling of his large hand wrapped lightly around your thought. just the right pressure to constrict your air but have you drooling.

“don’t act so clueless. like you haven’t been a cunt to me all fucking day on purpose,” he snaps, staring at you hard in the eyes, irises blown out and black. like a demon. like he hates you. like he wants to ruin you. he doesn’t want you to ever get it twisted and think you can disrespect him and get away with it.

“w-well i-“ you try and backtrack, not knowing if getting him so pissed off was a good idea.

“you what? you got caught? i don’t want to hear it. in the living room, on your back, on the couch, shirt off, now. that’s not a request,” he orders, mocking you before shoving you back gently by your neck in the direction of the living room. when he lets go you take a deep breath, hanging your head a bit as you walk shamefully from the kitchen, an excited bubble forming in your tummy. he’s so mad, you think.

you know it’s wrong to make him mad on purpose, that it’s fucked up and wrong, but your body craves that rough fuck type of night. and if getting him enraged was the way to get what you wanted, then you honestly didn’t feel that bad.

tugging the plain black tee off of your torso on the way to the couch was the best feeling in the world. because that meant it was finally time for your dirty little mouth to be silenced. you knew what he planned on doing, that’s why has specifically not requested your pants be removed as well. because this isn’t about you. this is about him fucking that nasty attitude straight off your tongue. he didn’t want you getting any bright ideas that you could touch yourself, think about touching yourself, or expect him to fuck you into the early morning hours. a punishment is just that.

laying down on the plush cushion of the couch, head hanging just slightly over the edge, legs thrown over the back, your nipples hard and perky, hands needy for something to grab onto - you lick your ruby lips and wait for grayson to enter the living room and find you being a good girl for the first time all day. and when he does stalk through the doorway from the kitchen, he’s bare and hard as can be. you gasp audibly, a loud sound that shoots through the room. you forget sometimes when you aren’t both in a desperate, hot, blind lust, ‘let me get you in me now’ type of moment - that grayson was hung like a horse. and it shocks the daylights out of you so quickly, you don’t recall him walking so close until his tip is smoothing over your bottom lip.

he’s holding himself loosely, hair flopping in front of his face from looking down at your eyes that constantly seduce him, tapping his tip at your lips, slick and smooth and he’s already so fucking excited and pissed off that he’s leaking precum. just a small amount that leaks from his tip, close enough for you to taste. he jerks when your tongue peaks from between your lips to lick the creamy liquid off of his member, suckling just a bit on the reddened tip before popping free a second later.

“want you,” you whine, reaching up and pushing on the back of his inked thighs, giving him a squeeze to try and convince him to just let you have him already - ruin your throat and make you regret ever being a brat to him. but he tenses and you know better than to keep pushing.

“yeah? how bad?” he teases, taking a step back away from your hands, grinning when you lick at your lips once again, the taste of him lingering. such a desperate little slut. always so ready for his cock, willing to make him angry just to have him punish you.

“really bad g,” you simper, sticking your tongue out to show him just how much. instead of his cock landing on your tongue, you feel the subtle roughness of his thumb, smoothing over your tongue slowly. taking what you can get, you suck on it for just a moment before he removes his hand to grip himself again.

“my little bitch wants my cock in her mouth bad huh?” he continues to mock you, slipping himself in your mouth for a split second before pulling right back out, ignoring how good your tongue stroked him on the way out of your warm mouth for the time being. so fucking good.

staring down at your tits begging to be played with, he’s reaching forward to tug at one of your nipples, slapping your cheek in the process. even if you flinch, he knows you love the pain. but you still haven’t answered.

“answer me when i ask you a question.”

“yes i want your c-cock please let me have it,” you whine, reaching your hands out in a grabbing motion that on any other occasion he would find adorable, but not after being irritated with you all day. especially not with the way his dick twitched at your tiny little voice, tongue poking back out in an attempt to suck him back in.

“better make it worth my while,” is all he grunts before snapping his hips forward and burying all of his length in your throat, groaning at the warmth of your mouth and the slickness of your tongue sliding over him, “all that attitude earlier. pissing me the fuck of. better take all of me and like it.”

he throws his head back with the feeling of your cheeks suctioning around him, throat constructing, your gagging sounds muffled from him sinking in repeatedly. he’s got your head in his hands, fists wrapped up in your hair, holding you steady while he rocks forward. you’re doing the best that you can with what little air and brains you have at that point, moaning from the way he’s using you like the little toy you are.

“this what you wanted, y/n? wanted me to shut that mouth up?” grayson laughs, knowing you can’t answer. not with the tears and mascara that have made their way down your face, your thighs rubbing together, nails digging into his thighs (he’s gonna love those little crescent moon marks later), spit making a squelching sound every time he sinks all the way to his hilt - your chin pressed against his skin. you look dirty, used, sorry, and he loves it.

his thrusts quickly become frantic, fast and erratic, balls hitting your nose, tip ramming the back of your throat, tongue still smoothing over him with every push and pull. he’s absolutely spent, but he won’t stop until he’s sure you understand he does not play the disrespect game. and fuck - you feel so good. so wet and slippery as he continues to dip into his own pool of sin for the day.

“fuck yeah baby, fuck you like that don’t you? feel me all the way down your filthy throat. gonna cum gonna cum-“

your shaky hands tap a few times at the skin of his thighs, on a cloud of who knows what - desperation? lust? guilt? you don’t know. you just know you want to feel him let down right in your mouth. wanna taste all of him and show him how sorry you are, even if the hoarseness of your voice will prove just how sorry you are tomorrow.

and when he does let go, he screams a big “dammit” while shooting his load right in your mouth like you were hoping. you feel for a moment as if it might never stop, it’s definitely the most he’s ever released in your mouth. he rocks through his orgasm, hips moving forward slowly, your lips still wrapped around him tight and you make sure to keep sucking the entire duration - you wouldn’t dare let a drop go to waste.

he’s leaning down and gripping your chin, looking directly into your innocent “come kiss me” eyes, glaring at you for just a moment longer before he’s growling lowly, “don’t be fucking mean to me. understood?”

and you bet your ass you’re nodding your head like a good little girl, pucckering your lips for a kiss, heart melting at the way his eyes flicker from your tired eyes to your rosy lips before he leans in to seal his lips to yours. you sink into the kiss the best that you can with him being upside down. you just take your time to explore his lips and appreciate the softness of them before reaching up to cradle his face, batting your eyes lashes at him in the most innocent way you can muster.

“i’m sorry for being mean to you, honey,” you mumble, kissing him from his nose, to both his cheeks, and finally one last peck on the lips.

he smiles at that, softening up for you just like he always does. he can’t stay too mad for long.

“you’re forgiven angel, now get up we have food waiting in the kitchen that’s probably getting cold by now and your fine ass needs to eat.”

[atinybitofau]

Y E O S A N G ⇎ the breakup

THE ONE WHERE YOU TWO BREAK UP CAUSE OF THE BOYS.

a/n: yo this could be in a lot of my au’s lmao. unedited too cause I’m lazy sorreh.

��� “You’re a mental bitch!”

• “And you’re delusional dickhead!”

• “I’m delusional? Me?! When I broke up with you, I think it was more on the lines of you being delusional rather me.”

• “God, Yeosang I could just—“

• you two are pulled apart.

• by none other than Hongjoong.

• for arguing yet again after two months of successfully avoiding each other.

• but the annual secret santa was obviously something that you two can’t avoid.

• had to see each other for the sake of the circle.

• “Can you two for once. For once not try and kill each other? Please?”

• Hongjoong has had enough.

• knowing yes, it may be partly his fault.

• partly the circle’s.

• for pulling you both apart.

• the circle is more than just a single person, yes.

• their fault too for breaking you two up.

• for telling you, Yeosang was exclusively meeting with his boss— a beautiful woman.

• and for telling him, you were exclusively texting your ex again— a man you loved.

• the both of you were delusional, yes.

• but so was everyone else in the room.

• because they still weren’t able to see through the endless arguments and empty threats,

• that you two were still very much in love with each other.

• despite the illusion.

• “Give me my goddamn secret santa recipient so I can just leave.” you mumble eyes sterned away. “I can’t stand being here anymore.”

• he scoffs. “Make that two of us.”

• finally something you two can agree with.

• you take your slip of paper, hug Hongjoong, bid the boys goodbye.

• not forgetting, of course, to flip off your ex Yeosang on the way out.

• you think, why was he so abrasive?

• why was it always your fault?

• he’ll always blame you for the break up.

• you don’t know why.

• when technically he was the one seeing another woman behind your back.

• when he claimed you’ve been texting your ex.

• which actually looked something like this,

• ‘You think Yeosang will like his anniversary gift?’

• ‘I don’t see why not. I always liked the things you gave me. being your boyfriend surely would be enough’

• ‘thanks.’

• that was it.

• so yes; you were texting your ex boyfriend for advice while dating Yeosang.

• was that so bad?

• but yeosang see’s it differently.

• see’s it as a way you wanted out of the relationship.

• that texting your ex behind his back was despicable.

• yet he didn’t know seeing his manager for business meetings were a bad thing.

• it was meaningless topics anyway!

• that looked a little like this,

• ‘So you promise to complete the report by next week?’

• ‘Sure thing.’

• that was it.

• so yes; he was seeing his boss behind your back because he didn’t think it was sneaking around.

• didn’t feel the need to tell you?

• because it was work.

• his relationship with you was far from that—

• work.

• it was his luxury being with you.

• but apparently now it was a sin.

• “Hongjoong, I’m not getting him a gift.” you storm into the room, not even caring Hongjoong’s fist was almost half way down a crying San’s mouth. “Switch with me.”

• “Um.. a little busy here.”

• you remove Hongjoong from a whiny San.

• immediately taking the fish bone out of the whiny boy’s throat like a scene from a medical show.

• San crying in joy.

• and now you’re glaring at your circle’s designated leader.

• Hongjoong no doubt unsurprised by your visit after your secret santa recipient pull.

• “Okay now you’re not busy anymore. So give me someone else.”

• Hongjoong sighs. “I told Yeosang no. And I will tell you the same thing.”

• “He got me too!? Oh my fucking god, he’s going to buy me the worst thing to ever exist. How could you ruin Christmas for me, Joong? I thought we were friends.”

• “We are.” he raises and eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest. “Which is why as your friend, I’m going to fix whatever broken relationship you have with him even if it kills the both of you. Even if I ruin everyone’s christmas. I’m willing to take the fault this year too.”

• “Joong!” you whine in retaliation.

• “No. Don’t Joong me. I’ve had it with you two. And you will buy him the greatest gift you could ever think of, without your past ex’s help this time, or so help me god I will never speak to the both of you again.”

• Hongjoong was a conniving thing.

• the reason why he lead your squad.

• had the feel for things and what to do.

• so here you are back at square one.

• wondering what you could possibly get Yeosang that he’d love.

• the gift, you think.

• the one you were supposed to give him but failed to do when he broke up with you.

• you’re holding it at the party.

• thinking he’s going to hate it.

• even if he would’ve never broken up with you.

• even if you were able to give him this when intended.

• he’ll hate it just like he hates you.

• “Merry Christmas, nerds.” Mingi announced sporting his lovely santa costume for the night. “It’s secret santa time!”

• you don’t look at Yeosang at all.

• hoping this night would be rudely interrupted with a natural disaster.

• however he’s looking at you.

• hoping you’d snap out of the trance he accidentally put you in.

• looking if you’d look pretty wearing the gift he bought you.

• wondering if..

• if it’s enough.

• now the gifts are dispersed.

• San happy to be getting a new plushie.

• Seonghwa excited about his new vacuum.

• Joong ecstatic over a new art set.

• and the rest.. the rest ready to return their gifts.

• last but not least, it was you two.

• the moment everyone had been waiting for.

• the Christmas miracle or the Christmas disaster.

• a Christmas definitely for the history books.

• and you decide to start.

• shakily holding the small box towards Yeosang.

• he stares at your hands.

• not because he’s avoiding your eyes (maybe)

• but because he’s wondering if it’ll fit.

• his gift.

• then he’s interrupted by yours.

• “H-here. If you don’t like it, the receipt’s in the bag.”

• Yeosang gulps.

• decides not to open it actually.

• hands you his first.

• “This one, mine.. I didn’t get a gift receipt. Sorry.”

• you look up for the first time.

• eyes locked in pure infatuation.

• because you forget for a moment that you used to love this man.

• would do anything for him.

• you forgot how beautiful his eyes were when he wasn’t pining on killing you.

• “S-should I open it?”

• your voice is like waves of the ocean.

• crisp and calm.

• something he used to love to hear first thing in the morning, the last thing before he falls asleep.

• he wants to hear it like that more.

• forgot what you sounded like when you weren’t pining on killing him.

• “Yeah. You should open it.”

• the boys share a glance and think,

• maybe they’ve done it.

• they’ve cracked the illusion.

• that they were delusional for not realizing how easy it was,

• it was to get you back together.

• when you were both obviously still completely in love with each other.

• “Yeosang?”

• it’s a little slow for you tho.

• not knowing why he got you the same gift.

• “Did you follow me?”

• “W-What? N-no! I had that since. Since before we broke up. Had it to give to you for the anniversary.”

• “You idiot.”

• the smile you play,

• him stuck in the game.

• confused a little, he has to admit.

• until he opens your box given to him for christmas.

• realizing it was the exact same.

• the same thing he got you.

• “You.. but I never..”

• “Yeosang, I was supposed to give that to you before we broke up. For our anniversary. I swear I didn’t—“

• he stops you with a kiss.

• bracelet hanging off his fingertips.

• the boys squealing in the background.

• and you’re gone.

• in temptation and loss.

• because how could you be stupid enough to forget?

• forget how much you two really loved each other.

• “Don’t care.” he chuckles hoarsely against you. “Don’t care if you did do it on purpose. Did it on accident. A gift from you... A gift from you is the best gift a man could ever ask for— the best I could ever ask for.”

• you don’t know if he’s quoting the text you two broke up from.

• don’t care.

• God no, you don’t care.

• only care about him right now.

• “Being with you is the only gift I’ll ever ask for.” you murmur back. “The only gift you could give me that’d be the best.”

• “AWWW COME ON YOU TWO KISS SOME MORE!”

• you both think,

• you’ll have to thank them one day.

• the circle you two were in may have been in fault.

• but you were so glad they were the one’s that were.

• or if it weren’t for them,

• you two wouldn’t be standing here not wanting to kill each other right now.

• a fault that was definitely made up.

@atinybitofau

[kinomiakai]

for gloomydemons on twitter - some modern AU fluffy softness and something to do with popsicles. I really hope it’s worth the wait!! From this <3

    “It’s way too hot.”

    It was about Naruto’s thousandth time groaning the line—and Sasuke’s thousandth time agreeing. He had to be annoying Sasuke by now, but the sun had been relentless today. He could barely even think out here, let alone hold a decent conversation with the guy he was supposed to go on a date with.

    Naruto cracked an eye open.

    Sasuke looked down at him.

    “I—should get a popsicle or something. Maybe that’d help…”

    Sasuke’s lips twitched.

    “Do you have any intention of getting up right now?”

    Naruto threw him a lazy grin.

    “S’too hot to move.”

    Sasuke flicked a bit of his hair away, and Naruto made a lazy attempt at biting at his finger. 

    Sasuke just flicked him again.

    “Moron,” Sasuke said, pushing himself up to his feet, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

    “Weh,” Naruto replied, waving a hand vaguely in his direction. He rolled over as Sasuke went, though—giving the way his back flexed just...one more look. He kept catching glimpses of it when they’d gone swimming, all wet and glistening and…

    He was allowed to look, right? This was a date. Sasuke had been super clear about it. Like, really clear. Like he’d expected Naruto to suddenly realize what he’d agree to and run away screaming.

    Naruto rolled back and closed his eyes again, laughing to himself. 

    Stupid asshole. 

    He’d even picked the beach—and Naruto was pretty sure Sasuke hated the beach. Naruto was pretty sure this was completely his fault. It was so hot today…

    “Moron.”

“Ah—whoa, hey, what’s—”

Naruto jumped up as something dripped onto his chest—

“Here. Just take it.”

“Oh—uh, thanks.” Naruto took it, watching as Sasuke sat back down, looking away— “This—aw. You got me the big size?”

“There’s no point in getting the small for that amount of money,” Sasuke muttered. “I was—I wanted a water anyway.”

He held up the bottle, and Naruto’s grin widened. 

“Uh-huh,” he said. “But thank you anyway, Mister Big Asshole Sir.”

Sasuke swatted at his shoulder, and Naruto laughed. He paused after a second, though, ‘cause Sasuke’s hand was—

“Aw, fuck that’s so cold! No, don’t pull it away, put your hand on my forehead, a—”

Sasuke shoved the water bottle against Naruto’s forehead.

Naruto groaned in pure, blissful pleasure.

“You’re an idiot,” Sasuke told him, “and your popsicle is melting everywhere.”

“Ah! No!!” Naruto scrambled at his hand. He was so overwhelmed with heat that he barely felt it all over—he licked up the syrup and desperately tried to catch the rest before it melted—

“You look like a dog,” Sasuke told him.

“Mm, ironic, ‘cause you look like a bitch,” he shot back, and Sasuke tried to kick him.  He fought him off with his own feet, though, stuffing his laugh back into his popsicle. His legs ended up on top of Sasuke’s, but he didn’t...he didn’t move them away.

This was a date, right? This was their first date. Sasuke was his best friend, but…

Sasuke leaned back, and one of his hands fell to rest on Naruto’s ankle.

Oh. 

Yeah, okay.

“Stupid,” Sasuke muttered, leaning back with his eyes closed. Naruto let himself scan him for a moment longer.

“You’re getting kinda red,” Naruto said.

Sasuke cracked an eye open.

“Are you sure you didn’t get popsicle in your eye?”

Naruto laughed.

“C’mon. We’ve gotta go while I still have the energy to move. Or you’re gonna have to carry me.”

“I will drag you by the ankle,” Sasuke said, standing to pull Naruto to his feet nonetheless. Naruto grinned at his back as he turned, ‘cause his hand had stayed awfully long…

But then they had the whole walk back, and Naruto quickly regretted his decision to just wear his beach sandals and nothing else. His swim shorts were still wet, too—as were Sasuke’s, but Sasuke didn’t seem to mind at all. Sasuke seemed happy as could be.

“Something entertaining you, moron?” he asked, giving Naruto the most casual glance. The most casual, smirking, eyebrow-raised pretty boy glance that Sasuke—

“Yeah, your face,” he muttered, and Sasuke snorted.

“Nice one,” he said, and Naruto—didn’t reply. He—whatever. Sasuke could think what he wanted. Sasuke was stupidly pretty. Naruto could stare at his face all day...he kinda had, too...

“You alright?” Sasuke asked, and Naruto glanced up.

“Wh—huh? Yeah. Why?”

Sasuke shrugged.

“You’re being quiet.”

Naruto laughed.

“Yeah,” he said, nudging himself into Sasuke’s side, “sometimes I like to think, asshole.”

That broke a smile out of him, and Sasuke caught his eyes for just a moment. He always looked away so fast—which was probably a good thing, in reality, because Naruto could just forget where he was and what he was doing and just…

“What about?”

Naruto jerked back into reality.

“Huh?”

Sasuke laughed.

“That brain of yours,” he said, “you were attempting to use it for something? Something resembling thought? No? Alright, well, another da—”

“Asshole!!” Naruto threw himself into Sasuke again. “You suck! I was thinking!”

“Mhm,” he said, “and those very real thoughts, were…?”

“That you’re a dickhead!”

Sasuke ducked his head to hide his smile.

“Yes, you already knew that. And then?”

Naruto laughed.

“Just—don’t laugh! I was thinking that this was—this was nice. Like—today.”

Sasuke’s smile faltered, just a touch. He wasn’t upset, though—no, not angry, either...he…

“I dunno,” Naruto shrugged, “it just kinda—felt like hanging out with you.” 

He shot Sasuke a grin. 

“I like hanging out with you.”

But Sasuke slowed down, then—and Naruto slowed down with him. Sasuke’s head was down and he breathed in—Naruto opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but Sasuke—

Stepped forwards.

Oh. Naruto breathed out the word and let Sasuke’s hand slip past his neck. Sasuke stepped a touch closer and Naruto’s eyes fluttered closed—he felt his breath on his lips and it felt like a warmth that was so much better than the beach—

Sasuke’s lips pressed to his. 

Naruto might as well have melted. He might as well have been the popsicle that Sasuke had bought him—Sasuke’s lips were so much softer than he’d expected, so much nicer, wow, Naruto really hadn’t expected them to feel this good—

Sasuke stepped back, and he took Naruto’s breath with him.

“Oh,” Naruto said, feeling his world spin.

“You said that one already,” Sasuke said softly, but his eyes were flickering back and forth between Naruto’s, filled with some sort of—

“It’s a good ‘oh’!” Naruto said, stepping forwards— “It’s a—I liked it! I like—you. Um, shit, I mean—

“You like me?”

Naruto breathed in—

“Well—you—I—I said yes, didn’t I!”

“You did,” Sasuke said softly. “You have been known to humour your friends.”

“I—not about this! Not—I wouldn’t—”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, and Naruto let out all of his breath at once.

“You ass,” he laughed, “you’re fucking with me! You’re fucking with me, aren’t you? You know that I—y’know.”

“I don’t, actually,” Sasuke said, stepping closer again, “please enlighten me.”

“I already did,” Naruto whined, and Sasuke’s lips twitched—he moved even closer, and Naruto’s head tilted up—

“Tell me again.”

Naruto felt his breath against his lips—

“I…” he said, staring at them, “um…”

“Hm?”

Naruto’s arms slipped around Sasuke’s neck...he didn’t do it on purpose, he just…

“Yeah,” Naruto said, his eyes slowly drifting up to Sasuke’s. “I really like you.”

Sasuke’s face slowly softened into something...oh. Oh—Sasuke had looked at him like this before, but he hadn’t known what it—

“Good,” Sasuke said softly. “Me too.”

...Naruto’s mouth twitched.

“You really like you too?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Sasuke said, breaking the grip. Naruto followed him, laughing—

“No, no, no, Sasuke!! C’mon, it’s only natural, you’re the greatest and all—”

“Oh, I’m the greatest?” Sasuke spun around—

Naruto caught him by the hand.

“I think you’re the greatest,” he said—and there it was. All at once, Sasuke softened, slowing back to Naruto’s side—his hand gently intertwining his fingers with Naruto’s…

Naruto bit his lip, and smiled down at the sidewalk.

“What’re you making that face for?” Sasuke muttered, and Naruto glanced over to see Sasuke not even looking at him. Was he always looking at Naruto in secret or something? Naruto never caught him!!

“Um. Just—I kinda felt it, then,” Naruto said, laughing at little. “That you liked me.”

“...Well,” Sasuke said, shifting a little, “I should hope so.”

Naruto laughed again, and Sasuke gave his hand a small squeeze.

“Can we go out again tomorrow? Is that too soon? We’re already at your place…”

Sasuke laughed.

“That’s never stopped you from coming up before,” Sasuke said. “Come on, moron. I have popsicles in the freezer.”

Naruto laughed.

“Well, gee, Sasuke,” Naruto laughed, already hopping up the stairs, “why didn’t you say so? Lead the way.”

Sasuke pulled him in, and Naruto pressed in for another soft, tantalizing kiss.

(He kissed his way up the stairs, too.)

[always5hineee]

Profit Margin- Chapter 13: Welcome to the Madness

Chapter warnings: mild language and violence

Word count: 1421

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       "That was so much better!" Ten was practically beaming, looking at the smoldering bullet hole in the center of the target. She was smiling as well, proud of how much better she had become. Over their days in the shooting range, she had become well-versed in a number of guns. While she was better at different things, she was able to handle almost anything now. Firearms obviously held some sort of place in Ten's heart, so to help someone figure out how to use them was actually sort of nice for him too.

       She had really been doing nothing but learning how to shoot. Her arms were sore after the first day, but she grew stronger as time went on. It was a bit monotonous- eat breakfast, shoot, eat lunch, shoot, eat dinner, shoot, go back to her room, wake up and do it all again. Ten managed to make it more fun. Now, though, it was time to get serious.

       "Remember, Kun's coming to check on your progress today." She swallowed, nodding.

       "I know." This was her shot. If she tripped up in front of him, the consequences could be dire. Ten knew this as well, but he was confident in her ability. Hanging out with him had almost made her forget her situation, even if they were literally practicing shooting.

       It was only a few minutes before Kun was in the shooting range, nodding to Ten respectfully. He took his coworker aside, talking under their breath for a few minutes. It was a bit awkward to stand by, but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to know what they were saying. In addition, she assumed that the backlash from eavesdropping on Kun wouldn't be good.

       "Alright." He finally said, not looking at her. "Ten, start as planned." Ten nodded, moving to the cabinet to grab a gun. Sighing in relief, she saw that it was one of the handguns. It wasn't the exact one she had used prior, but it would definitely be serviceable. He put it in her hands abruptly. Unlike when they had been alone, he was much more forceful and emotionless. It was almost strange to see such a quick switch.

       "Fire five times near the center mass of the target." Kun said shortly. Oh... just like that? She cleared her throat, breathing in and taking her stance. She knew how to do this. Ten was confident in her, so she had to be confident in herself. Sharply exhaling, she pulled the trigger, almost scared to let her eyes truly take in the target.

       She had hit. It wasn't dead center, but she hit the wood. The next four got successively better, with the last one landing almost in the dad center. She had to keep herself from shaking with relief. Looking over to the two, Kun looked her in the eyes for just a moment.

       "Good. Next." They continued to switch out guns, taking five straight shots with each. Out of ten different weapons and thirty different shots, she only made dead center nine times. That being said, though, she only completely missed four times. The rest were somewhere in between. While it wasn't perfect, she hoped it was passable. As she finished, Kun made direct eye contact, speaking.

       "Interesting. You're certainly better than you arrived, although I expected no less from Ten. However, shooting a target is one thing." His gaze shifted. "Taking out someone in the field, that's a whole different thing." Her gut twisted, instinctively screaming at her to get away from him. What was he talking about. Even Ten looked confused. Pulling out his cell phone, Kun held it to his ear.

       "Hello? Yes, please bring her in." A moment later, the doors slid open, revealing a battered, half-awake woman being dragged along by a near ecstatic Hendery. Shoving her onto the ground, the man left her there, moving to stand near his boss. As he moved out of the way, she saw that the woman's hands and feet were tied, making it nearly impossible to walk without someone's assistance.

       "This is a girl we picked up that day before the parking garage incident. Upon our background check, we found that she's been married twice, and recently killed her two daughters in order to go live her dream life with her new boyfriend. He brought her to the show that night." Putting the first handgun in her grasp, he said simply, "Kill her."

       She felt herself stop breathing, her blood stop flowing. Kill someone? She couldn't kill someone. Why tell her about this girl's past? Did he think it would make the job easier? Why wouldn't they just sell her- was it for the sole purpose of this test? What would happen to the woman if she didn't shoot? Hell, what would happen to her?

       "I- I-" She started to stutter. The woman was looking up at her, whispering something.

       "Please... please don't I- I have a family-"

       "You killed your family, you bitch." Hendery laughed. "What's the holdup, Y/N? If it's not her, it could always be you."

       "Alright, fine." Kun started, "I suppose I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. There's no necessity. That being said..." He grabbed Ten by the arm, pulling him into a restraining hold. The man didn't resist, even as Kun drew a concealed gun out of his waistband.

       "You kill her, or I kill Ten." What the fuck? He- he wouldn't do that, right? He wouldn't sacrifice his own men just to prove a point? "I see how you're thinking." Kun interrupted her stream of consciousness. "Don't underestimate me. Now do it."

       "I- I can't." She flinched, covering her head instinctively as a shot rang out. Looking back up, she saw that Run had shot Ten in the front side of his shoulder. He didn't cry out, but his face was clearly grimacing as blood leaked through his shirt.

       "One last chance." She looked to Ten, whose eyes were silently pleading with her. When she looked at the girl, though, hers were the same. What could she do? She could shoot Kun, but if her aim was off, she could end up shooting Ten, not to mention Hendery would deal with her. It was the same in the opposite scenario. Tears leaking across her face, she finally squinted her eyes shut and pulled the trigger. The woman's skull was her tenth dead-center shot of the day. Kun raised his eyebrows, easily letting Ten go and moving to look at her.

       "Interesting. I was starting to lose faith that you'd actually do it. You pass, we'll keep training you." She was sick to her stomach, but chose to go check on Ten rather than keep staring at the victim of her crime. Rushing to him, she held a hand to the hole in his shoulder, pressing lightly on it.

       "Shit, Ten, I'm so sorry." She cried, trying to stop the blood. He looked down at her, somewhat confused. Looking at his expression, he didn't seem to be in any pain at all.

       "What? Oh! Right." He put his hands under his shirt, pulling it over his head. Stepping back, she saw that he was wearing a minimal black vest, a plastic bag attached to one shoulder. "Kun would never actually shoot me. I'm fine." Stepping back, her mouth was agape. "What? What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy that-"

       "I killed a person! Because I thought you were in danger! I can' believe you'd do that to me!"

       "I was just following orders. We have to be sure that if something happens out there, that-"

       "I don't give a fuck!" She yelled, crying again. "You're despicable! I don't want to train with you anymore! I never want to see any of you again!"

       "Yeah, that's not really an option, kiddo." Kun mentioned. "However, I am going to have you training in knives next, so you won't necessarily have to deal with Ten. Hendery will be assisting you in that field.

       "What?!" Hendery, Ten, and Y/N all seemed equally surprised.

       "Why do I have to babysit the bitch?" Hendery whined. "I didn't even want her here in the first place!"

       "She's proven herself thus far, and you're our best blade wielder. Is there a problem?" There clearly was a problem, but Hendery wasn't going to argue. She was too close to throwing up to counter. "Good. I expect you'll get to it as soon as possible. Don't disappoint me."

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[3norachas]

wrong send • bang chan (I)

pair: bang chan x reader

genre: college au, friends to lovers, fake dating, fluff, suggestive no smut tho uwu, a little angst, bullet point scenario

warnings: suggestive it’s just making out sjabdka

“In which Y/n was supposed to send her best friend, Lee Minho, a porn link for scientific purposes but accidentally sent it to her neighbor, Bang Chan.”

masterlist     (a/n: sike ya bitch I’m too excited to wait for 6 pm so here you go hnng gotta cut it halfway bc tumblr can’t handle this masterpiece hnnghgn anyway sorry this took too long ive been procrastinating and i still had irremediable and unforeseen to deal with hhnghgn but pls don’t be afraid to request huehuehue and im sorry if my style of writing in bullet point format is similar to some writers hgnfhgng i’ve read some of these types of writing and it stuck with me so im very sorry :((( )

taglist: @cahtastrophie @anxietyishell

PART II

you and minho were close

you grew up together

learned to walk together

bath together when you were babies of course :))

bully and judge people together

basically everything

you studied in the same school and were inseparable since birth

it was like two puzzle together

when you need help with love minho is there to watch over you he scares all of them but u dont need to know that oof

when minho’s in trouble you’re there for him even if it’s bailing him out of jail dont ask why

you even watch porn together  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

but that’s all platonic!!!

the two of you tried dating and were each other’s first kiss

but it didn’t really work out for the both of you

it was too awkward

so you decided that you were better off as friends

but that didn’t stop the two of you to be close huehuehue

y’all still cuddle like kids and personal space never existed between the two of you

that stayed until college

everyone legit thought the two of you were dating but—

“me and minho??”, “me and y/n??”

and you’d both send each other a playful glare

“ew no”

so when minho asked you to send him some link to a gay porn website

you didn’t even bat an eye

so here you are

about to send some porn link for minho’s entertainment and prob for his minho junior ;)))

“here’s the link you bitch”

and there you go

but what weirded u out tho is when minho didn’t reply immediately

he’s always fast when it comes to your texts or calls

but then you thought maybe he couldn’t wait anymore and is busy fucking or whatever

so imagine your shock when u received a text with multiple question marks 

“?????????”

“hello to you too but what is this for?”

it was bang chan

bang motherfucking chan

The Bang Chan™

the one with grades higher than your height

the athlete who joins a lot of sports but eats like he hasn’t for weeks

the one who sits in front of you and asks for pencils every now and then

and has more girls than you have friends

“is this porn?”

“oh wait”

“it is porn”

you threw your phone away from you, burying your face on the pillow to sulk in embarrassment

out of all people it just had to be him ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

your phone rang with the ring tone minho had set for himself let’s all assume it’s a sexy song

“hoe where’s the link”

“i think i did something terrible”

“wouldn’t be your first time lmao but what is it??”

“i accidentally sent it to someone else….”

“…..”

“….”

“…”

“..”

“how and who the hell did u sent it to?”

“bang chan…”

“whomst-hAHAHAHHNGDBJ ISN’T THAT YOUR NEIGHBOR??”

“DON’T LAUGH A ME U BITCH ;’((("

“I CAN’T NOT HUHAHAHA”

you whine while he wheezes at your misery

“just tell him it’s not for him and apologize u big baby”

“but that’s just embarrassing” o(╥﹏╥)o

“do you really want him to think that it’s for him and you’re trying to make him hard and seduce him?? what makes it worse is that it’s gay porn”

“nO”

“tHEN DO SOMETHING”

so that’s how you find yourself standing in front of the door of the apartment across yours

with shaky hands you knock on the door

it opens to reveal bang chan himself in his shirtless glory- Σ(゜ロ゜;)

…..

(╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾) !!!!!!!

sHiRtLEsS?????

suddenly, you don’t know how to breathe don’t we all tho

hngkdb mfucking bitch has defined abs how can you function normally

how is this man comfortable with showing his abs to random people???

it doesn’t help that he still has little droplets of water on his body 

“hi?”

you yelp, literally, and that caused a small chuckle from chan at your cute reaction but!!!

HiS cHuCKle sOuNdED !!!!

you pinch your wrist to wake yourself up and maybe stop yourself from staring at his torso

now is not the time y/n!! ‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ

“um- I’m- hi….”

“hi there” he smiles his dimpled smile and —*inhales*

your heart went !!!!

it took you a lot to compose yourself before you squish his cheeks in your hands

nO Y/N !!!

cOnTRol YOuRSeLf !!!

“soooo”

“huh?”

“come inside for a bit” he grins at your confused look and opened his door wider

what

wHaT?

reluctantly, you follow him inside his apartment. you weren’t surprised when u saw the mess inside, it was a small space but it wasn’t too small

what surprised you tho

there were pieces of female clothes on the floor and bed

Σ(‘◉⌓◉’)

you were confused for a moment before you finally undersstood the situation and that those clothes where female clothing

fEMALE 

nOT HIS

“channie who was that?”

your head whip to the bathroom door to stare at the girl is your neck ok y/n?

her eyes were wide

like

wIDe

like this O - O

and she looks scared :00

“a-are you chan’s s/o?” she gulps before scurrying to gather her things and run pass you muttering apologies and out the door she went

s/O????

you didn’t even have time to explain that you weren’t !!!

she just ran pass you !!!!

and wasn’t that mina?!?!

like The Mina™ who gets all boys huehue

“I’m sorry about her”

you hear chan sigh, now wearing a shirt

which was great bc if he stayed shirtless you might not be able to speak normally bold of u to assume that you can speak even if he’s fully clothed hhghghng

“she really think that these hook ups we have has a meaning”

hookups?

you shook your head, mumbling about how it doesn’t really mind you which is a big fucking lie

wHAT IF MINA GOSSIPS TO HER FRIENDS THAT YOU WERE CHAN’S S/O???

if anything she may already have broadcasted it to the whole campus

“sooo why did you came here??”

chan settled on his bed with a cute curious look on his face

just then did you remembered

yOU SEND HIM A GAY PORN LINK

suddenly you’re back to phase one

you keep opening and shutting your mouth from nervousness lIKE HELLO??? HOW??? ARE YOU??? SUPPOSED TO BE CALM???

aND IT’S CHAN SO???

DON’T!!! BLAME!!! Y/N!!!

“i-t’s about t-the… link-”

chan chuckles and nods his head ”yeah i saw it”

sAW IT?!?!

aS iN hE wATcHeD tHe vIdEO!?!?!

!!!!

chan must’ve noticed the look on your face and laughed his beautiful laugh and you felt your heart is being crushed !!!!

“no not like that! i meant that i received it yes”

oh

oHh

stupid you

why would chan even watch it if he knows that it’s porn hhnghg maybe he did watched it ;)))

you played with the hem of your shirt. eyes casted down from embarrassment smh how many times are you going to embarrass yourself y/n hhhnghn

“p-please forget about the link”

“oh??” chan tilted his head in confusion still with his mfuckin smile

“i-it wasn’t supposed to be sent for you!!! i’m really sorry for calling you bitch too…”

chan was shookt when you bowed 360 degrees and repeatedly apologizing

so being the kind person he is he took a hold of your shoulders with a cute smile

cHAN STOP MAKING CUTE FACES !!! Y/N IS DEAD !!!

AND HE’S TOO CLOSE FOR COMFOT HHNGHNY/N ARE YOU STILL ALIVE???

HANG IN THERE SWEETY

“it’s alright, i don’t mind but…”

but???

“does your boyfriend know???”

?????

“boyfriend?? i’m sorry but i don’t-”

“isn’t minho your boyfriend? y’know the dance major? i’m pretty sure the link is for him, right?”

o-O!!?

he thought you and minho??? are??? dating???

“um n-no we’re not! i mean we’re close but that’s it!”

chan released a relieved sigh and his smile came back

bUT?? HE’S STILL TOO CLOSE?? AND HIS BREATHING HITS YOUR BURNING CHEEKS??

“that’s good, I really thought I was going to have to face him”

he lets out a breathy laugh before letting go you secretly miss his touch and heading for his kitchen

“do you want to eat before going ahead? i mean you’re literally just across my front door so??”

well who are you to say no to that :’)) 

even if it’s possible that he can murder you rn but chan?? hurt someone??

yeah keep telling that to yourself :’))

what you didn’t expect tho was for the two of you to hit it off ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

the two of you have so many things to talk about and it was never awkward and chan was literally listening to whatever bs you were rambling about

and he has such a soft look on his face when he listens to you uwu ɾ⚈▿⚈ɹ

but it wasn’t long before you have to get going bc it’s a school day tomorrow

BUT THAT’S OK !!!

BC THE SECOND U OPENED YOUR DOOR TO HEAD TO COLLEGE HE OPENED HIS WITH A CUTE MORNING SMILE

y’all walk to college together with small talks and he walk you to your first class uwu (▰˘v˘▰)

when lunch arrived you and minho sat at the same table like usual

“soooo how did it went with chan??” minho asked with his mouth stuffed with pasta

“huh??”

minho deadpanned and threw one of his garlic bread at you

sTOP WASTING FOOD U HOE (ง •̀ゝ•́)ง

“i was asking about chan u dumbo”

from the grin on your face minho knew he was going to hear some good tea and drama although he insulted you for being a coward at first

“he’s hooking up with mina :000″

“is that the only thing you heard from what i just said :’<”

he was about to say something else when your junior best friend jisung came running to your table

“why didn’t you tell me!?!? i thought we were friends!?!?” (▰˘︹˘▰)

“tell you what??”

you can tell jisung was clearly offended but you didn’t know why tho 

“that you and chan are dating you traitor!" 

Σ(꒪ȏ꒪)

you and minho shared a look

"i was expecting that”

“WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW???”

jisung look confused so you ended up explaining what happened yesterday with chan

“how did you managed to send him the porn link tho” jisung to a sad y/n, 

“and what the hell did you need the porn link for?” jisung to a flustered minho

“that’s not the point!!” (●o≧д≦)

you slump on your seat with a defeated look and just then did u noticed the look that people are sending you

automatically you hid yourself by snuggling into minho uwu u cute y/n

“oi, you can’t just snuggle into me when everyone thinks you have a boyfriend” — “but i don’t”

“y/n?” 

u look up from minho’s shoulder to see chan

"chan!!!" Σ(゜ロ゜;)

"can we talk for a moment??”

minho nudge you on the elbow, nodding as if to tell you to go ahead so you stood up and followed chan outside the cafeteria

when you’re outside chan faces you with a bothered look

“I’m so sorry for what people are saying about us I’m pretty sure it was mina she usually gossips a lot to her friends but I didn’t expect her to tell them that we’re dating just bc you came yesterday-”

chan was now rambling his apologies just like you did last night he looked cute like that btw

“it’s ok chan!! I’m sure you didn’t mean for that to happen”

chan was relieved when he heard that but he looked like he was still bothered by something

so being the sweetheart you are you asked him what it is ^~^

“can I ask you a favor??” he look uncertain so normally you were concerned

so you nod because !!!!

chan is worried !!!!

so it has to be something big !!!!

“i know this is probably going to be weird bc we just met last night and we’re not that close but-” chan look at your eyes to see if you still want him to continue so you nod at him

“c-can we please date?? but like fake dating and all?? i thought about it and it would really help me avoid those girls who wanted me in their bed and don’t worry i’ll pay you back! i swear-”

(〃ﾟдﾟ〃)!!! 

"d-date!?!?!?” 

you yelped, cheeks burning bright from chan’s offer

HOW CAN YOU NOT??

CHAN LITERALLY ASKED YOU TO DATE HIM !!! IT MAY BE FAKE AND ALL BUT STILL !!! HE ASKED YOU !!! YOU !!! TO DATE !!! OUT OF ALL PEOPLE !!!

and it didn’t help that he said please insert sad uwu :((

AS IF YOU’D SAY NO :((

"i-it’s ok if you don’t want to though!! I won’t force you!!”

WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD SAY NO TO BANG CHAN??  DEFINITELY NOT YOU BC!!! IT’S!!! BANG CHAN!!!

“i-im fine with it but why me tho??” bc you’re cute and awesome y/n (ﾟヮﾟ)

your cheeks became even more red than possible when chan gave you cute smile

"well, I really want to get to know you since last night and you weren’t like any girl to be honest”

aaAAHH 

BANG CHAN U BITCH 

Y/N??? 

ARE YOU STILL ALIVE???

you can feel your heart fluttering from his confession definitely not because he was looking at you with a fond smile and soft caring eyes hnghn

“so, are you in?" 

with your trembling weak heart you nodded, knees weakening when he beamed at you and his mother fucking cute dimples showed

you’re doomed :’))

"great! I’ll see you later then”

later?? o-O??

“um what for??”

he chuckled at your confused lil face and patted your head

aaAAHH YOUR HEART JUST SKIPPED THOUSANDS OF BEATS

“for our first date dummy”

[ohtheseboysilove]

Sexy panties to dirty nappies [Ben Hardy x F!Reader] IV

Words : 4, 200 K +

Warnings : angst, fluff, smut

Summary :  Reader is eight months pregnant. The only problem ? She just find out. Yep, pregancy denial. Now, they only got one month to be ready for the baby. Ready…steady…go !

Note : Not you’re not dreaming !!! The new chapter is here after 16325 years of waiting !!! I think we got two maybe three more chapters before the eeeend

🌼Request are open🌼☀ Masterlist ☀

“It’s impressively well-done for a fake pregnant belly”

“It’s a real one”

“I mean look at the details and all, I can’t see the strap to take it off! ”

“I told you it’s my real skin, you dummy”

“You’re almost convincing sweetheart but you can’t be– holy shit ! Your fake stomach just fucking kick me !”

“Joseph, for the tenth times, I’m pregnant and the kick you just felt, it’s our baby girl” You scoffed as the ginger man looked at your belly with wide eyes.

“But– I saw you in a thigh dress last month, I’m sure I wouldn’t have missed your...” He gestured to your swollen abdomen. “...imposing hum state”

You and Ben had currently some of your closest friends at your place and they were all shocked by the new but they mostly congratulated you for the baby’s coming. Joe couldn’t believe the pregnancy’s denial thing, not that he thought you were lying, he just had a hard time to process.

“Do you have any idea for a name ?” Lucy asked with a soft smile.

You and Ben glance at each other, whining a bit.

“Not really. I love Lottie but Ben don’t want it” You pouted childishly.

“It’s not even a name ! It’s basically Charlotte’s nickname but you don’t like Charlotte, it’s not my fault baby” Ben chatted back before tacking a sip of his beer, earning a roll of eyes from you. “You don’t like any of my idea, you had reject every name I proposed !”

“We’re not calling our daughter Esmeralda, Ben” You huffed as you lay back in the sofa, wiggling to find a comfortable position. “And Isabella is out too, I’m not giving my kid the name of the dumbass from Twilight” Joe snorted and shook his head, patting Ben’ shoulder.

“These names are rather lovely (Y/N)” Commented Gwilym with a shrug.

“Didn’t ask for your opinion Lee” You scoffed and snatched the crisp’ bowl from his hand, munching loudly the snack.

“Don’t worry, the hormones drove her mad, she’s mean with everyone Gwil” The blond winked at the brown-haired man. “She’s probably gonna cry in less than half an hour”

“Piss off Benny” You mumbled, moving like a worm on the sofa, the baby was jumping around your belly and the task of relaxing was nearly impossible. “What about Mina ? It’s cute”

“I love it” Lucy and Gwil nodded enthusiastically, Joe just shrugged.

“Nah, I’m not fan” The blond scratched his chin, thinking about other names. “Kelly ?”

“Urgh, no way. I was bullied by a Kelly in school, she was a real bitch” You shook your head, a hand massaging your swollen belly. “Ophelia?”

Your boyfriend whined and you sighed dramatically. The brainstorm for a name continued for a good twenty minutes, everyone proposing a name until you and Ben found one you both agreed on.

“Ellie. It’s perfect” You smiled and Ben smiled back, both of you reassured to find a name before the arrival of your daughter. “It’s short and adorable”

“Well done Gwil” Lucy gave a thumb up as he smiled proudly for finding the name.

“Mine was better” Grumbled Joe with a childish pout. “You could put as a her middle name”

“Ellie Skywalker Jones” Ben nodded and glanced at you “What’s do you think babe ?”

You raised your middle finger to the two men before wrapping protectively your belly with your arms.

“I think neither of you will be allowed in the hospital for the birth, I don’t trust any of you”

**

After a promise of paying the restaurant’s note next time you all going out, your friends accepted to help you to get the baby’s room ready. You were painting one of the wall in a light blue as was Lucy, both of you chatting during your task.

Joe and Ben were trying to find a way to put together the crib which it and more baby’ stuffs had arrive earlier during the day.

“So...do you feel ready for the baby hon ?” You stopped your movements and glanced at Ben who was already looking at you. You both knew the answer.

“Fuck no” Gwilym, Lucy and Joe laughed at your perfect synchronisation and Ben winked at you.

“But it’s not like we have any choice...it’s gonna be hard but we will find a way, right Benny ?” You asked and smiled lovingly when the blond stood up to plant a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Of course, baby. We can manage a little human, million of people do it, so we can do it too” He ignored the exaggerated aaaawwwww of Joe and pressed a second kiss, on your nose this time. “But maybe you should rest for a bit now. You have been standing for hours baby” He gave you his famous puppy-eyes and for once, you didn’t object.

You hummed in agreement and sat in the rocking-chair, giving some rest to your swollen ankles. Ben smiled with relief and went back to the crib as Gwilym was hanging few decorations above it, following your instructions.

“I was wondering guys...since you’re not going to the concert next week, can I have your tickets ? I met a really pretty girl the other day and if–“

“What ? What concert ?” You cut Joe with a frown.

“Queen + Adam Lambert, did...did you forget ?” Gwilym looked at you and Ben’s dumbfounded faces and get his answer.

“Holy shit, is it next weekend ? I completely forget it !” You slapped your forehead with shock. This surprise baby made you forget the concert you were waiting for practically a year. “Fuck, I will be still pregnant for the gig !” You stood up and cursed loudly, looking dramatically at Ben. “What are we going to do ?”

“What do you mean ? We’re not going, baby” The blond stated the situation like it was the most obvious answer ever. You scoffed, outraged by his reply and he shook his head, feeling the fight coming. “(Y/N), you’re eight months pregnant, you’re not going to any concert”

“But it’s Queen ! I’m waiting for that since I’m a little kid !” You reacted like a brat but honestly, the only thought of missing the gig made your blood boiled. “I’m going !”

“You’re not going anywhere” Ben snapped and crossed his arms, looking firmly at you. “Joe, you can have our tickets, there are in the kitchen, behind the echography of Ellie”

Lucy and the two boys looked awkwardly at each other at your bickering and quietly exited the room to let you both speak alone.

“Joe, you better don’t touch my ticket !” You warned as he shook his head and closed the door behind him. “I’m going Ben, I don’t need your permission” You humphed angrily and finished to put the big cloud sticker on the wall, ignoring Ben’s deep sigh.

“(Y/N), don’t be stupid please. We have standing’s tickets, you can’t go in crowd and stand for three hours in your state” You knew he was right but his tone was annoying you. He was scolding you like if you were a kid. “Be serious for a minute, I want to go too but I’m not going because you can’t”

“But I want to go” You whined and felt tears watering your eyes. You hated crying but since you were pregnant, every little thing that upset you, also made you cry. “I’m sure we can exchanged our standing tickets for seating tickets...”

“I said no, it’s too dangerous ! Jesus, stop being so childish (Y/N), for fuck’ sake ! We’re going to have a baby, if you don’t want to be a bad mother, you need to grow the hell up” Your lower lip was trembling after Ben’s harsh words, trying to suppress your sobs. The blond cursed and immediately regretted his words. “No, babe, I’m sorry. That’s not what I wanted to say, I–“

“Save it Ben” You cut him, coldly and made your way out of the baby’s room, sniffling quietly.

You were hurt. Very hurt. His words stung in you like poison, you were already doubting about your capacity of being a mum and now it was even worse. The rest of the flat was empty, your friends probably left at the uncomfortable situation. Great.

“Baby, please. Forgive me, I didn’t mean any of this. I’m just fucking nervous” Ben pleaded as he followed you in the kitchen. “I’m sorry” You ignored him and graciously wiped your nose with your – Ben’s – jumper’ sleeve before grabbing a cookie’s box, crunching one of them angrily. “Babe, talk to me, please”

“Fuck off” You replied and made your way to your room, slamming it in Ben’s face and carefully locking it behind you.

“(Y/N), let’s talk about it, you can yell at me as long as you want” He knocked on the door but you stayed silent. You muffled your cries with your hand and slid in your bed, feeling exhausted. Hormones were amplified all of your emotions and maybe you were overacting a bit but you couldn’t control yourself. For now, you were vexed. “Baby, I’m sorry, I really am. Please, let me in”

Ben’s voice was sounding lower as you slowly drifted into sleep, mouth half-parted as small snores echoed in the room.

**

When you woke up, you were feeling much better. Hungry and craving for cuddles. You felt stupid to react so dramatically, Ben would never hurt you on purpose and he wasn’t totally wrong about what he said. He was a bit clumsy with his words but he didn’t mean any hurt. You unlocked the door and went looking for Ben, walking frankly around the messy flat.

“Ben ? Frankie ?” You heart started racing violently as the thought that he left you all alone. That it, he had enough with you and left you and the baby.

You put a hand on your chest, feeling it raising quickly under the anxiety. You started crying and kept calling Ben’s name with a weak voice. You were ridiculous, deep inside, you knew he didn’t leaves you but your emotions were all over the place, messing badly with your rational mind. After five long minutes of more sobbing and intense fear, – raising a baby all by yourself ? Nightmare – the front door open.

“In, Frankie. Good girl” Ben cooed as the dog immediately ran to you, her little tail wagging excitedly. “Baby, what’s wrong ?” the blond looked at you worriedly and quickly closed the door before joining you on the sofa.

“You’re back” You murmured with round, teary eyes that made Ben’s heart melted.

“Of course, I’m back, baby. ‘ Was just walking Frankie” His big, warm hands flew to your wet cheeks, brushing it softly. “I’m not going anywhere, I already told you that (Y/N), you stuck with me forever, you and little Ellie” He pressed his lips on yours, several times as you sighed with relief, your fingers clenching around his forearm. “I brought you this veggie burger from Byron that you love so much” He added in a whisper, his mouth curled in a cheeky smile.

“With sweet potatoes ?” You asked with the sweetest, hopeful voice, Ben’s chuckling softly at your tone.

“Two portions of sweet potatoes for my pretty girl” He confirmed and you kissed his cheeks, wiping your wet eyes with a hungry smile. “I’m gonna make your plate, ‘kay ?” You nodded and he disappeared in the kitchen, Frankie immediately stealing his spot.

You scratched her ears with a loving smile while she rolled on her back, exposing her tummy for some more rubbing, her cute little pink tongue poking out. The blond came back, two plates on his hands before putting the little stool, to rest your feet on, in front of you. The sight of the deliciously greasy burger made your stomach grumbled loudly. You both silently ate your dinner, Ben stealing you soft glances from time to time, your plate resting on the top of your round belly as you eagerly stuffed your mouth with chips.

“About what I said earlier...”

“No, Ben, let’s forget that okay ? You were right, I acted like a little bitch, I was being stupid” You took a large sip of your soda and waved him off, licking your greasy fingers.

“Hey, I shouldn’t have talk you like this either, ‘m sorry baby” His plump lips pressed on your shoulder, making you smiled inevitably.

You wiped your fingers into a napkin and slid them on his cheeks, bringing in face to yours, kissing him cheekily. Ben moved the plate from the top of your tummy and pushed him away somewhere on the coffee table without breaking the kiss. You sat on his lap, bowing your neck to keep your lips connected, trying to ignore the soreness of the gesture but with your massive body between the two of you, it wasn’t really easy.

Ben lips trailed down your neck, nipping at your skin as you softly gasped at the nice sensation. But then little Ellie decided to wake up, giving this steamy moment a weird dimension. The baby was pretty energetic, kicking hard until Ben stopped, sighing.

“Is it only me or you also find weird to make out when this little cockblocker is awake ?” He narrowed his eyes, looking suspiciously at your swollen belly.

“Definitively” You pouted and let a light peck on his cute nose before getting back on your spot, your hand rubbed on your tummy. “Shush baby...aren’t you a jealous little thing ? Not letting your mama getting a well-deserve quickie on the sofa, that wasn’t really nice” You cooed at your belly, your daughter kicking back even harder at the sound of your voice.

“Can’t wait to have this little girl out of her Mummy because this is my spot, and I don’t like sharing” He gave you smug smile and avoid the cushion that you threw to him. “What ? I’m sick of using my hand, didn’t jerk myself off that much since high school. Miss our long, hot night of sex very much” He whispered the last sentence into your ear, bringing a shiver down your spin.

You whined. Loudly.

“Me too baby. God, that awful, I’m so horny and I can barely move” You cried as your gently tugged on Ben’s hairs. His gorgeous lips teasing you as he ran a tongue on it.

“As soon as we have a night just for ourself, m’ gonna take care of you, no cockblocker and no big belly to stop me this time” He brushed his lips against your lobe and moved away, his eyes matching your excitation. “Soon, baby, soon”

You nodded with a pout and grabbed back your plate, munching your burger as you ignored the knot of desire in your lower belly.

“Do you want my pickle ?” His fingers wiggled the large american pickle in front of your lips, mouth twitching up in a cocky smile. “It’s leaking, wanna taste ?” You knew he was teasing you and he was having too much fun with his dirty talk, he rubbed the head of the pickle on your closed mouth, knowing damn well that the baby was too awake to do anything right now.

His amused face turned into a most serious one when you decided to play his game too, giving a kitten lick on the pickle, your doe-eyes looking right him innocently. You hummed appreciatively and chuckled as his Adam’s apple bobbed visibly. You wrapped your lips around the vegetable, sucking on it with exaggerated noises only destined to frustrate him more. His cheeks were becoming pink at your gestures, his free hand sliding into his pants, palming himself at the sight, imagining your lips wrapped around him rather than this stupid pickle.

“You like that Ben ?” You murmured in a slutty voice, trying your best to not burst in laugh at his flustered state. Men were really weak. He nodded softly, groans leaving his parted mouth as his cock was throbbing in his hand, begging for some release. You put back your lips and moaned loudly around it, your hands pressing on his thighs cockily. “That what you get when you tease me, you twat” You crunched on the pickle and moved back, giggling at his wide eyes and burning face.

“You’re...the devil, woman” He chocked out in a strangled voice, stopping the movements of his hand. You stole the rest of the pickle and ate it nonchalantly, ignoring his pleading look. “Babe” He rubbed his nose on your neck. “Baby” He whined against your skin, his hot breath tickling you. “Please, my love. Need you. So badly” He caught your hand and pressed it onto his boner, showing you how much he needed you.

“Humm, what do I get if I land you a hand ?” You purred with a cheeky smile, your fingers brushing on his hard-on.

“Everything you want baby, please” You grinned in satisfaction and pressed your lips on his jaw, biting it slightly as your hand wrapped around his length, earning a loud gasp.

“Alright, you owned three girl nights once the baby is born, whenever I want” You glanced at him and he rolled his eyes but nodded anyway, he slid down his jeans and underwear, exposing his magnificent purple-head cock to you. “And you give me a massage tonight” You added with a smirk, your thumb teasing the top of his leaking dick. Ben sighed uncomfortably at your sweet torture and nodded eagerly, his hips bucking into your grip. “And a real massage baby, not a five-minutes-and-im-too-tired one ! With the relaxing oil I bought last–“

“Jesus (Y/N) !Yes, yes, yes ! Everything you want baby, can you just jerk me off ?” His head was threw back in the sofa, eyes closed and face twisted in need.

“So romantic my love” You joked and slowly started moving your hand up and down, nails slightly grazing on him, bringing your lips back on his neck. “How do that feel ?”

“So good baby. So so so good” He whimpered as your other hand went on his balls, massaging them gently. “Shit, how can you hand be so much better than mine ?” The blond kept his eyes shut, chest panting as his release was quicky building.

“For the same reason than I prefer your fingers in my pussy rather than mine” You murmured against his lips, grinning at his long and deep moan. “Feel so nice when you touch me, always hitting the right spot” You bit his bottom lip, quickening your speed around his cock.

“God, I love this dirty mouth of yours” He breathed as he opened his lust-filled eyes. “Kiss me” You pressed a simple kiss on his mouth, earning a disapproval groan from your boyfriend. “A real– fuck, a real kiss baby”

“I taste like pickle Ben” You giggled and wrinkled up your nose. “Yuck”

“Like I fucking care, gimme a kiss baby” You happily complied and slid your tongue into his mouth, adding some pressure on his hard member as you other hand flew back on his neck. “Oh my– feel so good! I’m gonna cum baby! Shit shit shit !” He sang in a high pitched voice as you praised him until he jerked in your hand with a throaty groan.

You wiped your hands covered in sticky cum on Ben’s shirt who gave you a dirty look but didn’t say anything. You just jerked him off, knowing you wouldn’t have any release in return, he better kept his mouth shut.

**

Few days later you were doing your exercise of the day : Walking to the elevator, get in it, walking even more graciously to the box letters, grabbed the mails and then going back to your flat in the same way. It was noting but it made you sweated and groaned every time.

You sat – more like grovelled – into the sofa, patting a sleepy Frankie and looked over the mails, putting the bills on the table with a grimace. You made your way to Ben’s office, dropping his work mails on the desk but your eyes fell on a large envelop, with the name of his agent on it. You furrowed your brows and took the envelop, wondering what it was. You curiosity would kill you one day.

“I hope for you Benjamin Jones that I’m wrong and it’s not what I think it is...” You mumbled with annoyance, trying to see through the envelop.

Ben had the bad habit to accept projects before talking to you, to avoid a drama. We ask for forgiveness, not for authorisation. But now you had a baby coming very soon and if you found out this asshole was away for a photo shoot or an interview somewhere else than in London...someone gonna be in big troubles. You were becoming angry and scared. He wouldn’t do that, he couldn’t. Now you were pacing in the room, trying to relax and not becoming too paranoiac. Too late. You grabbed the envelop and looked for the little knife that Ben used to opened his mails.

“Watcha doing ?” You dropped everything on the floor with a loud gasp, catched red-handed. Ben smirked at your guilty face, walking to you. “What did I do for you to search through my boring work stuffs hum ? That not where I keep the naughty photos my fans send me, you know that” He joked before placing a kiss on your hair, rubbing gently your belly.

This wanker came back from the gym quicker than you expected.

“And why are you trying to make go in early-labour, you ass” You groaned in a loud breath, heart beating quickly from the scare he just gave you. The blond chuckled, clearly picking on your mood but he was used to it now. “What is in this envelop ?” You shook it in front of your boyfriend’s face.

“Hum...nothing” The british lied and quickly grabbed the mail from your hand, taking it away.

“Benjamin! What is it ?” You slapped his chest to make him drop the envelop but he shook his head, refusing to tell you.

“Nothing baby, I swear ! Just boring work” He smiled innocently to you and it made you even more upset.

“Oh my god Ben ! Tell me ! You better not leave the city during the first year of  your daughter’s life or I’m gonna castrate you !” You shoved an angry finger in his chest before pinching roughly one of his nipple, making him gasp painfully.

“Fuck (Y/N) ! You hurt me” He whined like a child but at least you get the mail back in your hand. You smirked at him and started to open it under Ben’s annoyed gaze. “Okay, go on, you minx, ruin my surprise” The blond crossed his arms and rubbed his torso, mumbling about his nipple hurting.

You chewed your lips in hesitation, maybe it was really a surprise and you were just acting bratty. You sighed and gave him back the mail, half opened. You pouted and walked away, hormones making you crazy. You wanted to cry, to yell or just taking a nap you didn’t know. But the envelop was still in your though, making you wondering too much. And Ben being the perfect boyfriend he was, knew that too. That why he came sit next to you on the sofa, handing you the mail.

“I wanted it to be a surprise until the last minute but I know you gonna drive yourself mad with this, so here, open your present” You squealed in excitement, sending him the wider smile ever. “But please don’t go in early labour, that would literally ruin my present” He added, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Can’t promise anything Benny” You crutched your nose, taking out two shiny pieces of paper from the mail, eyes practically popping out of your face. “No, you didn’t ! Oh my god Ben !” You let out a scream in high-pitched voice and the blond covered his ears as the sound but a satisfied smile was on his lips.

It was two tickets for a Queen + Adam Lambert concert but this time, it was not standing but seating tickets, on a private balcony, much better for a very pregnant woman. You quickly wiped away the few tears on your cheeks and grabbed Ben’s neck, kissing his mouth several times, babbling several thank you.

“I’m glad you’re happy, baby” You buried your head into his neck, his large palms rubbing your swollen belly, his head on yours.

“I though you didn’t want me to go with little Ellie” You murmured against his skin, feeling overwhelmed by love for this incredible man.

“Well, it way safer tickets and it’s probably the last very exciting thing we’re gonna do before the baby so...yeah, let’s go see Queen” He replied with an amused tone.

“You’re damn right, Jones” You put your hand over his, both of you giggling at the kick from little Ellie “See, she is very excited too ! Baby girl gonna dance with Mommy on saturday night !”

Ben gave you a warning look and you pinched your lips, amused.

“Or we can just occasionally wiggle on our seat to not worry daddy to much” You added with an innocent smile.

“Much better” Ben agreed with a grin.

**

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[linphd]

katsuki x fem!reader | kidnapped

katsuki bakugou x reader female reader

(Y/N) and Katsuki have been flirting for a long time now, and everybody knows it, even the both of them know they just like each other.

In this story, Aizawa is your mentor, because it was based on a RP I’ve done and my OC’s mentor was Aizawa.

no warning

that’s actually what happened in a roleplay so thanks roleplayers ily

I RP on instagram tho so if you’re ever bored and want to RP with me dm me lol

that was the best RP of my whole life though lmao

          The summer camp was a great idea. Even though the students only had short time to relax, they could manage to play some games together, or gossip. But tonight, they decided to watch a movie. Mina had managed to find a video projector to prevent using only the tiny screen of a laptop for a whole class, and they all set up in the boys' room.

          Some of them prepared the movie night on purpose : hooking people up. Kaminari and Jiro were almost together at this point, and even if Izuku and Ochaco were both shy about it, their crushes on each other were obvious. But there was also Katsuki and (Y/N). She had this special treatment Kirishima had as well, but Katsuki seemed even closer to her.

          Once, he got jealous because she was hanging out with Shinsou. Once, he got turned into a child by a quirk and he had wanted her and only her to touch and talk to him, and had been the nicest child ever to her.

          And this night, he had put the blanket over both his and her shoulders, pulling her a bit closer to him so they would both be wrapped a little more. It was a horror movie, and they both kept blabbering about how the characters were dumb to go exactly where it was dangerous.

           ''Can I lay down ?'' She asked him. He nodded and gave her the blanket so she would be more comfortable since he stayed sat. After some time, she fell asleep, and Katsuki just carried her back to her room. Nobody dared to say anything even if they exchanged glances, since everybody knew what was going on between those two.

           However, during the night, Mina woke up, and decided to wake some girls up as well. ‘’Don’t be mad at me for waking you up ! I got an idea : we should prank the boys ! You know that if you put someone’s hand in a cup of water while they’re sleeping, they will pee on themselves, right ?’’ She said, between some giggles. Seeing her this excited, Tsuyu, Jiro and (Y/N) agreed.

          They silently went to the boys’ room trying not to laugh. Jiro chose to prank Kaminari and Kirishima, Mina just went to Aoyama, Tsuyu weirdly chose Tokoyami and (Y/N) went for Katsuki. Usually, people would be scared that Katsuki has been pranked. But the girls knew : if it was (Y/N), it was okay.

           It worked. The boys awoken feeling the pee in their pants. Katsuki got super furious when he saw the girls laughing, even if they tried not to laugh loud. Indeed, they wanted to let other people sleep, but with Katsuki yelling, it was a failure.

           Then, he turned and saw (Y/N) crying of laughter. ‘’IS IT YOU ?! YOU’VE DONE THIS ?!’’ She just started to run so he won’t kick her ass. He decided to run after her, giggling. She tried to hide at some point, but he found her and just giggled even more. ‘’Let’s see who’s laughing now !’’ he said, grabbing her arm and getting closer to her.

          ‘’Uhuh, nooo ! No don’t do that ! Nooooo !’’ She said between giggles, seeing him approaching his pants to her. ‘’If I have to get pee on myself, you have to get pee on yourself as well !’’ (Y/N) tried to push him, but since she was giggling, she couldn’t really use her strength. He just hugged her very tightly, so his legs intertwined with hers. ‘’Noooo ! -Ah ! Not so funny anymore, hm ?’’ They ended up washing their clothes -and Katsuki washing his sheets as well- and going back to bed.

          The next day was rather normal, at least until villains decided to attack. Aizawa told (Y/N) to rescue people, since her quirk allowed her to rescue many students at the same time. However, he didn’t tell her about the villains looking for Katsuki. Indeed, even the teachers knew about the obvious flirt between them. Mostly because the other students talked about it all the time.

           After the villains were gone, the girl walked to her friends, seeing if they were okay. ‘’And where’s Kacchan ? He went to fight on his own as usual ?’’ Oh, yeah. She was allowed to call him Kacchan and the most important point was that he actually found it cute, coming from her. ‘’... Aizawa-sensei didn’t tell you ?’’ Izuku finally asked after a whole minute of silence.

          That’s when they explained to her what happened and when she burst into tears. Katsuki always called her ‘crybaby’ because she was whining all the time. But those weren’t crybaby tears, and Shoto just went to pat her back, whether it actually helped or not.

          ‘’Why didn’t you tell me ?’’ She asked Aizawa, showing him a wanted poster. ‘’I didn’t want to tell you, cause I knew you wouldn’t have focused on the rescue.’’ Her jaw dropped. ‘’But I could’ve saved him too ! That’s my thing, rescuing !’’ She didn’t let her mentor talk back. She just looked at the wanted poster, and her tears started to fall. ‘’They made him look like a fucking mental !’’ She started to giggle at the view of one of the pictures used, still crying. ‘’He’s wearing a muzzle !’’

          Aizawa sighed and hugged her a bit. He was her mentor, after all. He could allow that kind of affection a bit. She then tried to text Katsuki, forgetting that when his phone fell from his pocket, Shoto took it to give it to Kirishima. ‘If you’re dead I’ll bring you back to life and fucking kill you myself, you hear me ?!’ more and more texts threatening him, asking him where he was, and finally ‘pls be alive, I love you lol’.

           At the hospital, (Y/N) insulted everyone who didn’t want to save him, who said it was the pros’ job. Thinking about it, they were right and she felt bad about the insults. Then she thought of what she said to Tenya. ‘‘You’re saying that we shouldn’t save my Kacchan ?!’’ Everyone must have looked at her. She didn’t really notice it. She was just trying to restrain her tears at this moment.

          But some students wanted to save him, and so they went to the villains’ stash. When she saw him outside, fighting, she sighed in relief that he was alive. The rescue team did what Izuku told them to do in order to save their friend, and then they landed in a random street. Nobody was there, as everyone was now watching the fight between All Might and All For One. Kirishima shook Katsuki to check if he was okay, only to get his hands pushed away. ‘’Of course I am, idiot !’’

           Maybe he wasn’t for so long, because (Y/N) slapped him. Hard enough to make him step a bit to the right. He cupped his cheek, and looked at her. ‘’WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ?!’’ But he stopped when he saw her crying.

           ‘‘THAT’S ALL YOUR FAULT ! ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE FUCKING MENTAL AND YOU WANNA SHOW OFF ALL THE TIME !’’ Even though she yelled, he could tell she wasn’t mad. He just hugged her, and chuckled a bit. ‘’I guess that you missed me.’’ He rested his cheek against the top of her head, and he rubbed her back. He released her when Izuku and the others walked to the giant screen to watch the end of the fight.

           The next day, Katsuki took back his phone. He noticed all the texts he had received. He laughed at the ‘I know you surely don’t have your phone, but idk it helps me to insult you... you dumb bitch couldn’t avoid fucking villains lol wtf???’ But he froze when he saw the ‘I love you’ text. He turned back, seeing that (Y/N) was in the girls’ room, the door open. He started to walk to her, texting her back ‘I love you too’. She noticed he was there, but looked at the notification on her phone.

           She raised her head to him. ‘’You really do ?’’ He nodded, a gentle smile on. The girl just started to cry, trying to hide her face with her phone ‘’Thank youuuuuu’’. Katsuki chuckled and sat in front of her. She wiped her tears away when she noticed he wasn’t going away and looked at him, even though she still had some tears rolling on her cheeks.

           It wasn’t only the ‘I love you too’, cause she was still relieved that he wasn’t dead and that he was already back. He cupped his cheeks with both hands, and kissed her. A long time first. Then, he chuckled and pecked her many many times on the lips after.

          Who knew that being kidnapped helped you hooking up with your flirt ?

[dontdietwd]

Don’t Die, day 62, part 1

I couldn’t help but laughing. Arms crossed, one hand covering my mouth and shoulders shaking against my will, I watched Glenn whine about the car being torn apart. He had wished he’d keep it, but its parts were more important than its looks. Dale had already drained all the gasoline from the tank to feed his generator.

I stopped laughing, though, when I overheard Rick talking to his wife. Lori showed pretty well with her annoyed whispering that she didn’t like him bringing up Merle being left behind in Atlanta. Of course nobody would want to worry about Merle. Nobody cared about him, even though he brought fresh meat to the group every now and then. I didn’t want to heart it and get annoyed, I had much in my mind already, so I occupied myself with helping to unload the gallons of water from Shane’s car.

The two I had just taken fell heavily to the floor at the sound of screaming. The kids, I recognized instantly – were scared and calling for help. The knife was in my hand and I don’t even know how it got there as I ran, along with the others, to the direction of the yelling. The four kids came running in our direction, Lori, Carol, and Miranda falling to the ground in relief to hold them as the others kept running to the woods.

“What happened?” I asked aloud when the men disappeared from view.

“It’s eating a deer!” Sofia cried.

Following the others, I found them not too far ahead, gathering around the form of a solitary walker, bent down to the floor and devouring a dead animal, unaware of the humans around it. It took Andrea and Amy arriving and gasping aloud – of course! – to call its attention. The male walker got up and growled just a moment before being finally attacked.

I stood on the side watching as the six men beat it down to the floor, until Dale finally cut its head off with a rusty axe.

“Goddammit guys,” I told them as they got silent, breathing hard. “Did you forget how to kill a walker?”

“It’s dead now, ain’t it?” Shane retorted, seemingly pissed off.

“It’s the first one we’ve had that close in a while,” Dale spoke darkly, breaking the discussion he foresaw coming. “They never come this far up the mountain.”

“Well, they’re running out of food in the city, that’s what,” Jim opined.

Once again they were all alarmed by a noise coming from the woods. I wasn’t much, the sound was not dragging like walker’s. It seemed like someone walking surely on dead leaves, from the sound of it, hidden by foliage. Oh, it was Daryl, for sure, returning from his hunt, and the deer was probably his. Weapons were raised, waiting for whatever it was to show up and be probably beaten up, just like the walker had been. My knife hadn’t even been raised, unlike the other’s weapons. First I saw the crossbow appear from behind a rock, and then Daryl.

He stopped, startled by the reception. “Son of a bitch!” was his hello, just as the others relaxed and started pacing around. “That’s my deer! Look at it! All gnawed on by this filthy,” he kicked the headless body, “decease-bearing,” one more kick punctuated it, “motherless, poxy bastard!” Some blood gushed out of its chest cavity at the last kick.

“Calm down, son,” Dale told him and I knew that would not help at all. Daryl was really pissed. “That’s not helping.”

“What do you know about it, old man?” He approached Dale with fast steps, irritated to the root, Shane motioning his rifle between the two of them. “Why don’t you take that stupid hat and go back to On Golden Pond?” He turned again to the carcass and I held in my laughter. How does someone come up with a movie reference in a moment like that? “I’ve been trackin’ this deer for miles. Was gonna drag it back here to camp, cook us some venison.” At that, he started taking his arrows out of the dead animal and looked up, effortlessly finding me among the group and nodded. “No veal again, I’m ‘fraid.”

I smiled calmly at him, all heads turned to me.

“What do you think?” Daryl moved on, crouching by the deer. “Do you think we can cut around this chewed up part here?”

“Can’t eat that now,” I answered what all the others clearly thought by their shaking heads.

“Fuckin’ shame,” he got up. “I got some squirrel, ‘bout a dozen or so. That’ll have to do.”

The walker’s head groaned, opening its eyes. I had forgotten it would be still alive, for it was no danger anymore. The blonde girls who had been standing next to me cried out in disgust and turned away to flee the scene. I shook my head, eyes rolling.

“Seriously, when are they gonna get used to it?” I asked to nobody.

“Come on, people! What the hell?” Daryl snarled and pointed the crossbow down at it, shooting without even a second to aim. “It’s gotta be the brain, don’t y’all know nothing?” he bragged, taking a few steps towards me, squirrels hanging off his shoulders.

“Hey,” I said and he nodded in acknowledgement. “Can I talk to you?”

Hearing it, all the men started leaving us alone, returning to the camp, clearly running away from what was to come. Daryl watched them all leaving and waited in silence, eyebrows furred in worry.

“Where’s Merle?” he finally asked.

“He used again,” I crossed my arms. “He took some coke with him on the run and snorted it up in the store, while we were all surrounded by walkers.”

“Fuckin’ Merle…” Daryl mumbled.

“Yep. Started shooting rifle rounds from the roof, attracting even more dead from the street. We were fucked already and he was making it even worse. We were downstairs and ran up to try and make him stop, and then a fight started between him and T-Dog. He yelled racist things, T got mad, and Merle beat him up,” I summarized and Daryl only groaned in annoyance at his brother, a hand rubbing his dirty, sweaty face. “He probably got a broken rib or two. Then Merle took a gun out and pointed down at his face, threatening to shoot. He didn’t, but was talking about taking the leadership of the group, that nobody was to question him. It was fucked up, Daryl, real fucked up, he was outta control. I think he only didn’t shoot because I talked him out of it, but there was no way he was gonna calm down and not make things worse. You know that.”

Jaw tight, brows furrowed, Daryl nodded, making me continue the story.

“New guy handcuffed him to a pipe.”

“What? Who’d have a handcuff lying around?”

“He’s a sheriff. And Lori’s husband. Carl’s dad.”

“What?” he asked again, louder, a little high-pitched. “Ain’t he dead?”

“They thought so. He’d been in the hospital, woke up in the apocalypse and was wandering around Atlanta when he got surrounded by walkers, started shooting them for protection, got even more around in front of the store, trapping us in there, and ended up taking shelter in an army tank.”

Daryl laughed a quick, bitter, but genuine laugh. “Now ya just fuckin’ with me!”

“I wish!” I also smiled, but it faded quickly. “He was Shane’s partner in the police, that‘s why he had a handcuff.”

“Holy fuck. And then what?”

“Then Merle sat there, unable to move, to come down from the high, while we all tried to find a way to get outta there. I even went down to the sewers with Morales, but there was no way out.”

“Fuck, Sam, I told ya not to go!”

I looked down, arms falling to my sides. “I know, and I’m sorry, Daryl, but it’s done now. I went there and it all went to shit. Rick and Glenn had to get covered in a walker’s guts to smell like them and be able to go down the street, walk among them all to get a truck and rescue us.”

“They did that?” he asked, impressed.

“They saved our lives. Well, it was the Sheriff’s fault we were trapped in the first place, but he ain’t done that on purpose, he was shooting to protect himself. But yeah, they walked among like a million walkers and got us outta there. But –” I paused.

Daryl took one step closer to me to speak gravely, “Where is Merle, Sam?”

“Up on the roof,” I blurted out.

“What?!” he yelled and walked away from me, pacing a few feet away. “He was left there? Why the fuck didn’t you take him with? What the fuck, Sam?!”

“Stop yelling and let me explain!” my voice also raised but I felt it shake, and my eyes were burning. I couldn’t stand having Daryl mad at me.

“Go on then!” was his last shout.

“T-Dog had the key. Then the truck was coming back to the store, we had to run, the walkers were breaking in, there wasn’t much time. And, fuck, he was desperate to go and dropped the fuckin’ key,” I felt a tear fall down my face.

He paused, frozen for a moment, before whispering angrily, “He dropped the key?”

“It was a fuckin’ accident, I saw it. I’m fuckin’ pissed at him too, Daryl, but I know he didn’t do it on purpose. He then ran and I was going to stay there with Merle, I knew you’d come back for the both of us later.”

“But ya here!” he yelled again. “What the fuck happened?”

“He didn’t let me stay. Nearly punched me with his free hand, started yelling at me to go, his face was about to blow and he was kicking and spitting. He made me run, Daryl.”

He stopped to stare at me then. I scrubbed my face angrily at the tears that ere escaping. I could feel my heartbeat on my temple. When I spoke again, my voice was a bit more controlled.

“I told him we’re going back for him and locked the door to the roof with a padlock. It’s safe, the walkers can’t get up there. So yeah, he’s still there, handcuffed, all we gotta do is go get him back.”

He nodded, chin up. “Ya damn right I’ll get him back. But ya ain’t. You not going.”

“Oh, not that again, Daryl!” I gesture widely with my hands. “I told him I’d go, I even promised him. You can’t make me stay!”

“Just watch me,” he threatened and walked away, shoulder nearly bumping mine on the way back to camp.

“Hey, Daryl?” I called and he stopped a distance from me. “Who’s Georgia?”

Something changed in his eyes as I said the name. “Why d’you ask?”

“Merle called me that. When he was yelling at me to leave, he called me Georgia.”

He was silent then, standing there, staring at me, biting on his lower lip. After a few seconds, he took a few steps back to where I was standing.

“We had a sister,” he started quietly. “Georgia. Bit older than me. Got sick and died at seven.”

“Shit,” I whispered, looking down. That was some overwhelming information.

“He called you ‘Georgia?’”

“Yeah. He was – well, you know… Out of it. High and all.”

“Yeah,” he nodded quietly. “Must be it.”

After a moment, Daryl turned around and left again and I followed. He stormed into the clearing where all the people were gathered around, waiting to see what was going to come from my conversation with him. He looked directly to where Rick was standing with Shane, T-Dog and Glenn and pointed a finger at them.

“Fuck you all!” he yelled. The man straightened up in attention. “Just tell me where he is, so I can go get him!”

Unlike anyone expected, it wasn’t any of the men who answered, but Lori, under the shade of the RV. “He’ll show you. Isn’t that right?”

Rick nodded, eyes squinted under the sun. “I’m going back.”

 * * *

 "Ain't no fuckin' way you goin'!" Daryl’s voice thundered into the back of the truck, loud and filled with anger, startling the fuck out of me. "Get the fuck outta there!” and he slammed his hand onto the metallic truck floor. "Now!"

I had never heard him talk like that, not directed to me. He had yelled at Merle countless times, at Shane and at things in general, but never at me, not until minutes ago when I told him about Merle. To be on the other end of his hatred now froze me in place for a moment, backpack falling unnoticed to the floor.

"Didn't ya hear me?" he slapped the floor again. "Now, Sam, get out!"

"What the fuck, Daryl?" I said as I found my voice. "Calm the fuck down!"

"I'll calm down when ya outta there. Come on!" he yelled, but reached a hand out for me anyway, beckoning me to take it.

I took a moment looking at his hand before deciding to take it. As Daryl helped me down out of the truck, not that I needed it, of course, I saw Rick and Shane approach, sure steps and puffed chests.

“Is everything okay here?" Rick asked, looking from me to Daryl and back carefully. "Heard yelling."

"Stay out of it, Rick," I barked extending a hand. "No need to take the handcuffs out."

Before he could say anything else, I grabbed Daryl's arm to pull him away from them. We went around the truck to stand in front of it, away from prying ears. Checking we were alone, I turned around so fast it startled Daryl, my finger pointed up at his face.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that again," I said in a low, dangerous voice. "I don't wanna hear ya yelling at me like that, much less in front of the others, do you hear me?"

"I don't care who heard it!"

"But I care!" I lowered my hand. "You know what happened to Merle! I don't want anyone thinking you're like this, ‘cause ya ain't! What the fuck was that about? You never talked to me like that!"

"Yeah, hadn't realized how fuckin' careless and stubborn you are! The fuck ya thinking? I told ya not to go and ya did anyway, behind my back! Could've died out there! Could be lost like Merle!"

"I gotta get him back! I left him there, I promised I'd go get him, so I'm going. I'm going, Daryl!"

"No. I'm going. Imma keep your promise."

"But Daryl –"

"Just fuckin’ listen to me for a second, or that too hard for ya?"

"What?!”

"You’re pregnant," his voice was low and firm and rooted me on the spot. Eyes wide, I stared up at him, not sure what to think or say. So I didn't. I remained quiet, eyes unable to tear from his, mouth dry, dreading to admit it, taking away any reaction I knew I should have. "Ya havin' a child," he spoke again, even lower, but a little gentler, although his jaw was still set. With my continuing silence, he reached out for my hand, taking it in his a bit abruptly and with a strong grip. It grounded me somehow and I breathed again, because I had simply forgotten to do that in the past few seconds. "Enough hiding it, Sam. You gotta start acting like it. You'll still fight when ya have to, but if I can help it, ya ain't. You don't have to. If you don't want people to know, alright, your call. But I know, and I ain't gonna let ya risk your life again, or that kid's."

I let out a ragged breath that came out painfully and looked down, feeling an uncomfortable pricking in my eyes. Daryl made a move to let my hand go, but I suddenly needed it to keep me grounded, so I grabbed his hand strongly before it could slip away. Looking down, I cleaned my throat before saying anything.

"How long have you known?" I asked him in a whisper.

"Not sure how long. Ya been sick every night, eating weird, I don't know... I just figured.”

"I wanted to tell you..."

"Whatever,” he shook my hand out of his. “Ya owe me nothing."

"No, Daryl, I do,” I looked up at him again. “I wanted to, really. I just... Wasn't ready to tell, face it, you know... It'll be a problem for everyone here... But all I knew was that, as soon as I decided to tell, it would be you first," I paused and looked at him, and laughed awkwardly. "Guess it kinda worked out. You really are the first to know –" I paused, alarm rising in my eyes. "Does Merle know?"

"Nah. Don't think so. I didn't tell anyone either."

"I know,” I told him softly. "I'm sorry, Daryl."

"Whatever," he stated firmly before turning away.

“Just – Daryl?” and he turned again, silently. “Be careful out there. Just... don’t die, okay?”

Teeth sinking into his bottom lip, he nodded, averting my eyes and spoke as he turned one more time. “I won’t.”

Watching him retreat, I lost the fight against the tears. Covering my mouth, I let it go quietly, unable to fathom why I was crying. Guilt for not having told him, making him figure it out on his own, and losing the opportunity to demonstrate just how much I trusted him more than any of the others. Relief that now he knew, now I didn’t have to hide it anymore, now I would be able to talk about it, at least to him. Fear for the pregnancy being real. And more, a warmth in my heart, admiration for Daryl, because damn, the man was full of surprises. How could he be so explosive and angry most part of the time but still be so observant as to notice what absolutely nobody else had? Was he observing me that closely? Did he care that much?

I took a minute, cried it out, breathed deeply, dried my face, squared my shoulders and, controlling my breathing and features, walked back to the clearing where I immediately found Daryl by the fire organizing his arrows. I sat on a rock by him, not saying a word even as he stared at me for a moment, also quiet.

“Could you just tell me why?” Shane was eagerly talking to Rick as they both approached. “Why would you risk your life for a douchebag, like Merle Dixon?”

“Hey!” Daryl said from where he was standing, arrows in hand. “Choose your words more carefully.”

“No, I did. Douchebag’s what I meant,” Shane looked at him and stole an irritated glance at me, as well. I held his gaze. “Merle Dixon,” he mumbled with his eyes going from me to Daryl and again before looking back at Rick. “The guy wouldn’t give you a glass of water if you were dying of thirst.”

“What he would or wouldn’t do doesn’t interest me,” Rick answered loud enough for us both to hear. “I can’t let a man die of thirst. Me. Thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal caught in a trap. That’s no way for anything to die, let alone a human being.”

“So you and Daryl?” Lori asked, disdain dripping from her words. “That’s your big plan?”

I looked down, afraid Rick would look at me to see if I was going. From the corner of my eye I saw Daryl’s annoyed glance at him as he shook his head, leaving no space for arguments. Rick then looked at Glenn, speaking to him with his eyes, not with words.

Glenn didn’t want to go and said so, but was convinced otherwise. T-Dog also decided to go, as I had never doubted. It would be four men.

“It’s not just four,” Shane started darkly. “You’re putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick. Come on, you saw that walker! It was here, it was in camp! They’re moving out of the cities. They come back, we need every able body we’ve got. We need ‘em here, we need ‘em to protect the camp!”

“It seems to me what you really need most here are more guns.”

Oh, wait, guns? I raised my head to look at Rick and asked “That bag you had before the tank?”

“Yeah, the bag was filled with weapons. Six shotguns, two high-powered rifles, over a dozen handguns. I cleaned out a cage back at the station before I left. I dropped the bag in Atlanta when I got swarmed.”

“Bag’s still sitting there then,” I said, getting up from the rock. “You go get Merle and get the bag back,” and I looked at Shane, “guess that’s a good enough reason for you, Shane. For them to go back?”

After the silence that followed, when Shane clearly changed his mind about them going, Daryl snorted an angry, bitter laugh. “Apparently a bag of guns’ more important than a fuckin’ person.”