#we went back to my house. no talk. okay. we had dinner and a movie so no talk there. orphan was good. then we stayed up some more. no talk

[bunnisari]

okayyy, another idea inspired by tt !

now this one, i can say maybe connie had the boys over even though he promised spoiled!reader they were gonna have a date day! no drops, no games, no boys, just her and con! so when she’s met with a group of men circled around the tv she rebuttals by walking around without any panties 🫣 you may continue my lady🫶🏾

I LOVE THISS

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“I know I know, i’m sorry princesa. we can just do it tomorrow,kay?” Connie’s thumbs move rapidly on his ps5 controller, his eyes not leaving the tv. You could hear a few laughs coming from his homeboys that were sitting too comfortably on your couch.

You did nothing but roll your eyes, his “boys” eyeing you up and down, staring at your ass a little too long. You stomped out of the living room, going into your room and closing the door.

You were genuinely upset with Connie. You were looking forward to your date night, you guys planned something simple; do a little shopping, have dinner, smoke n fuck, then have a barbie movie marathon.

But as you were preparing to get ready, Connie blessed you with the news “Some of the guys r gonna come over for a bit, just chill a lil bit” You immediately grew upset.

There were times where you felt as if Connie would always choose the streets, drugs, and money before you. He handles his business everyday, is one night away from it so bad?

Hours later, you could still hear the sounds of him doing stupid shit with his friends. You scrolled through instagram, feeling annoyed. Just then you came up with a very very smart idea! You knew the consequence you were gonna have to face after doing this but it was worth it, this would most definitely catch Connie’s attention.

You walked out of your shared room in an oversized graphic tee. You walked to the kitchen, grabbing a pack of gushers out of the pantry.

“SO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU CAN’T STACK WITH THE SAME COLOR?” Jean yells from his spot on the floor.

“NOOOOO YOU STACK BY NUMBER!!” Ony yells back, slapping the side of his head.

You rolled your eyes, loud ass mfs in my house

You walked over to Connie who was smoking a blunt, his hand immediately curving around your waist when you sat on his lap. Your shirt covered your bare glistening cunt, Connie’s muscular thigh pressing against you.

You held up a gusher to his mouth, him mindlessly eating it, passing the blunt to Eren.

“Pay attention to meee” You whispered to Connie, kissing up and down his neck. “I promise I gotchu right after they leave okay?” Your face went straight. You sat on his lap in defeat, you’ve never had to experience someone practically dismissing you.

Suddenly you dropped the package on the floor on purpose. You’d told up before bending down, flashing Connie your wet slit. You mentally smiled when you heard Connie stop talking. You stood up, walking to the trash can as if you were innocent.

You could feel Connie’s eyes on you, staring holes into the side of your face. “Y/N go in the room” He spoke out loud, causing you to look up.

At this point all his homeboys were staring. You could hear Eren snickering. Everyone in the room knew he was about to fuck your shit up, but they didn’t know why.

“Why?” You replied with the most sass and attitude you could generate. Connie didn’t say anything, just staring at you even harder if it was possible.

You sighed before rolling your eyes, walking into your room. Once your back was turned you couldn’t help but smile. I’m about to get dicked down, you sang in your head.

You could hear Connie dismissing all of his friends, finally

Your nerves began to rise just a bit when you heard the door close and lock. You hear Connie’s footsteps approaching your room.

“Fuck is your problem?” Connie closes the door behind it, locking that as well. You weren’t gonna run anywhere

“Connie you cancelled our fucking date night and then you act like you can’t even speak to me just because your “boys” are here” You snap at him, rolling your eyes before plopping back on the bed with your phone in hand, scrolling through instagram.

Before you can blink, Connie snatches your phone out of your hand. “Watch your mouth. I get that you’re upset but that doesn’t mean you walk around with no fucking panties on!” You roll your eyes once again. “Stop rolling your fucking eyes before I get ‘em stuck” Connie’s tattooed hand wraps around your throat, daring you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Connie harshly thrusts up into you. You can’t feel your legs and your arms are shaking, tired from holding up all your weight.

You found yourself in this position often but nothing could explain how exhausting it was. Connie stood in front of the bed, his hands on your waist as he dragged you back on him.

“I..i-m..mhm.. i’m so s-sorry” Your voice whined out, arms going limp as you fall face down on the bed. You can hardly breathe, your cunt tightening around Connie. “I’m sorry too…fuck! s-shit” Connie whines as he follows you down, his body practically on top of you.

He flips you over with one hand, his dick staying stuffed inside you. He looks at your dazed expression, your eyes glossy and lips pouty. “Gonna be good for me hmm?” Connie hums, his thumb rubbing at your clit.

“Y-yes!! I’m sorry…s-slow please” Your hand presses at his lower stomach. Connie only shakes his head, grabbing both of your hands and pining them above your head. His head finds home in the crook for your neck, licking and sucking all over your exposed skin.

His thrusts became more fluid, his hips moving harder against yours. You could feel him everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, you unexpectedly came around him. Connie winced as you squirted around him, triggering his orgasm.

He only fucked into you harder, your mind going blank.

“S-so good mami! F-fuck…” His voice trailed off, whiny and desperate. His thrust slowed to a halt, he looked at you. Your eyes were closed and your lips were parted.

“Always falling asleep” Connie thought to himself before kissing you awake.

[lunaraindrop]

We Are Not the Kissing Space Twins (part 2)

Fic by lunaraindrop

Well, you asked for it! Let's find out about Steve's secret twin!

Robin's nerves were frazzled like the feather on her band uniform.

Tonight was supposed to be a fun night! Vickie had asked her last week if she wanted to come over to her house and have a movie marathon...and a sleepover. Of course she jumped at the chance! (Steve had said, excitedly and with way too many winks that Vickie was putting the moves on her.)

Robin had not known if it was a "friend movie marathon" or a "i-like-you-makeout movie marathon", but she had prepared for both.

But then Vickie called her earlier that afternoon to postpone. Apparently, her entire family got a stomach bug, and their house was a cesspool for germs.

Bummed, Robin tried to think of something else to do.

Hanging with Steve was out. His parents decided to grace him with their *lovely* presence after four months away on "business." They insisted on having a "family dinner." Steve always gets ultra stressed when he has to do the staunchy dinners in The Harrington Dining Room with the real silver, cloth napkins, and the Fine China that cost probably as much as his car. Telling him that her "maybe date" was off was just going to disappoint him too.

Eddie wasn't going to be any fun, either. All Eddie would do would be pine over Steve, try to sneak in a smoke, and eat whipped cream out of a can.

Nancy was spending the day with Jonathan. The kids made sure they all had things to do because Steve couldn't take them anywhere.

Then she had what she thought was a great idea. She could get her learner's permit! She had studied the written test bookelett front to back, as well as gone over all the driving rules and tricks with Steve and Eddie.

She wasn't working that day, and she was completely free. Perfect timing! All she had to do was get her birth certificate.

Which...proved to be harder than she thought.

Robin paced her bedroom, probably wearing a path in the carpet.

She never caught on that her parents were reluctant to give her her birth certificate. When she would suggest getting her permit or license, they would talk about how they couldn't afford to have her driving. A car and insurance cost a lot of money. Then they would guilt trip her into not driving at all with fears of her getting into an accident. She never knew her name, but that was how she was told her bio mom died.

She would always let it go when they talked about the "angel that gave them their precious baby girl."

But she knew now that they were hiding something from her!

When she pressed until they gave in, she saw what on her birth certificate. She felt so betrayed! How could they lie to her like that?

She couldn't take it anymore! Robin picked up the phone.

"Hey, Nancy? I hate to ask, but could you and Jonathan come pick me up? I really need a friend right now."

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In the Byers-Hopper living room, Nancy blinked up at Robin. "So, you are actually a year *older* than you thought you were?"

Robin threw her hand in the air. "Yes! And they didn't tell me! Evidently, it wasn't just that I took longer than the rest of the babies to walk! Oh no, I was in the NICU for *months*! I was so far behind in my milestones that my parents decided to just tell me I was a year younger and enroll me in school a year later than everyone else!"

Jonathan dodged a flailing arm and handed Robin a cup of tea. "Here, sit down and drink this. It's my mom's chamomile. I think you need it."

Taking a breath, Robin nodded her thanks and took a sip. Then made a face. "This tastes like laundry detergent and bourbon."

Jonathan shrugged with a small smirk. "I said it's my mom's."

Nancy went into investigation mode. "Okay, so your parents adopted you three days after you were born. Closed adoption. Your biological mother died, and no information about your biological fatherm. Instead of 1968, you were adopted in 1967."

Carefully putting the mug down on a magazine on the table, Robin ran her fingers through her hair. "Me being adopted is old news, Nancy. I've known I was my parents 'miracle baby' since I was able to walk...which I don't know when that is now! Was it *actually* six months after most kids, or *a year and six months* after most kids?!?"

Nancy waved her hand to cut Robin off. "Robin! I understand. I'm just trying to understand how nobody knew this information."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "About Robin being adopted?"

Nancy sighed. "No, about how Robin could go through the whole school system and sign government NDA's without getting flagged that her birthday was wrong. I'm wondering if her adoption records say something else."

She got up to grab a notepad and started scribbling. "The information given to the Buckley's, if they can believed- sorry Robin- is that the adoption was a closed adoption. Having records sealed makes sense, but not a closed adoption. There was no father, according to Robin's parents. Just her biological mother. Who died in a car accident. So...who made sure it was a closed adoption? Who isn't supposed to be contacted? Does that have anything to do with the year change?"

Jonathan got up and pulled out his wallet. "Robin, you've never had a physical ID, right?" He showed off his own driver's license with his awful bowl cut hair picture.

"No. I haven't even had a permit yet. At nineteen! I'm so far behind!"

Jonathan nodded and looked to Nancy to continue. When she nodded back, he handed Robin his license. "If you've never had an ID, the only time you would see your birthday written anywhere would either be at school or by your parents." He turned to Nancy. "If her school records say she was born in 1967, then they knew she was a year older, but didn’t say anything... If they filled out her forms saying 1968, then they lied to the Roane County Board of Education, and they didn't check her birth certificate."

Nancy pointed a pencil at Robin. "You might have accidentally uncovered a hidden adoption scheme in Hawkins."

Robin flexed her fingers. "That's nice, you guys. Really nice. I may be a part of some big adoption conspiracy. But the fact remains, I'm a year older than I ever thought I was, and my parents lied to me about it."

Nancy and Jonathan both flinched.

Right. Comfort Robin now, investigate later.

Nancy walked over and stilitingly pat Robin’s shoulder. She wracked her brain for something to cheer the woman up.

"Well, you and Steve can actually pretend to be twins, now! Your birthdays are now only three days apart!

Part 1 here:

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Reader is dating Jeremiah and sees him and belly kissing. She then goes to Conrad who then comforts her and possibly leads to a smut? In the end have Conrad and reader date

I started singing Better than revenge in my head when reading this XD I couldn't not write it. Also, I did not make them date as I think it would be too much too fast

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Angry tears cascaded down your cheeks, the image of Belly kissing Jeremiah relentlessly haunting your thoughts. You thought Belly was your friend, that Jeremiah was loyal — you were visibly wrong on that one. Their betrayal cut deep, a painful cliché straight out of a movie. The classic scene of the boyfriend caught kissing his girlfriend's friend played out before your eyes.

Amidst the partygoers, you waved your way down the stairs slipping ‘sorry’s and ‘excuse me’s, desperate to escape the house. You couldn’t be under the same roof as them.

You came to this party in your best dress, with the intention of asking Jeremiah to stay over for the night, but now all you wanted was to hit him where it hurt — or cut his tongue in punishment for sticking it in Belly’s mouth. 

When you reached the living room, a hand caught your arm, halting you.

‘’Are you okay?’’

Your eyes were blurry with tears, but you knew that voice. It was Conrad. 

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, probably smearing some of your mascara. ‘’Yeah, I…no. Nothing is okay,’’ you managed to utter.

‘’What happened?’’ he asked, genuine concern lacing his voice.

You hesitated, the weight of the betrayal weighing heavily on your heart.

‘’Where is Jere? Do you want me to get him—’’ 

‘’No! No. I don’t want to see him,’’ you replied firmly, the thought of facing Jeremiah unbearable.

Conrad nodded, figuring that his brother was the reason for your tears. ‘’Okay. Eh…do you want me to take you home? I’ve just drunk a third of my beer. I’m good to drive.’’ 

Home sounded lonely, but you would rather be alone in your big house. The thought of bumping into Jeremiah or Belly, or worse, encountering them together, was enough to make your stomach churn with unease.

You sat in silence in his jeep as he drove, pushing away the memories you had made with Jeremiah in the same car. All the singing parties, the afternoons getting ice cream, or simply driving you home after staying for dinner at the summer house. 

Every now and then, Conrad’s eyes would leave the road and check on you. He didn’t know what to say, or how to bring you comfort, so he stayed quiet. He respected your silence and space. You’ll talk to him if you want, right?

Minutes went by, and the secret was getting too heavy to bear…so you just dropped the bomb.  

‘’I caught Jeremiah kissing Belly.’’ 

Conrad slammed the brakes, the jeep coming to an abrupt halt. ‘’What the fuck?’’ 

The sudden halt jolted you forward, and your hands instinctively gripped the dashboard to steady yourself. The weight of your confession hung heavy in the air, the silence between you and Conrad becoming palpable. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief, searching your face for any signs that you were joking. But the pain etched on your features told him otherwise.

‘’Jere...and Belly?’’ Conrad's voice was laced with disbelief, his words barely a whisper.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper as well. ‘’I was looking for Belly. Gigi told me she saw her going upstairs to the bathroom, so I went and— I caught them kissing in the hallway. I-I couldn't believe my eyes.’’ Tears welled up in your eyes again. ‘’I never saw it coming, nor would I have suspected it. Belly and I have gotten so close since the debutante lessons. We were good friends, but I guess I underestimated just who I was dealing with…’’

Anger flickered in Conrad's, momentarily overriding his shock. He was usually the one who fucked things up, but Jeremiah took the cake with that one. ‘’I’m not taking anyone’s defense, what they did was fucking shitty, but Jere is not innocent in this. It takes two people to kiss.’’

You rolled your eyes, but you understood what he meant. ‘’I know. I’m angry at Jere too.’’

God, you were so fucking angry at him. All the plans you had made for next year were falling apart. Visiting him for Thanksgiving, the ski trip during the holidays, his birthday. Everything was called off. 

‘’Does he know that you saw them?’’ 

You shook your head. 

How were you going to confront him about it? Would he come to you and tell you what happened? Will he blame it on the alcohol? That’s such a shitty excuse.

‘’This hurt so much, Con.I can't believe he would throw away our relationship like this.’’ 

Shifting in his seat, Conrad reached out, his hand gently brushing against your tear-stained cheek, wiping away a lingering tear with his thumb. ‘’My brother’s a jerk. He doesn’t know what he just lost.’’

You nodded, grateful for Conrad's support, even in the midst of his own familial ties. 

‘’Thank you for being there for me,’’ you said as his thumb continued to caress your cheek, his touch a source of comfort amidst the turmoil. 

‘’I’ll always be there for you.’’ Conrad's eyes met yours, so blue and beautiful even under a yellow street-lamp light.  

Without thinking, you leaned in, closing the distance between you, forgetting that you were still in the middle of the road. Conrad's breath hitched, taken aback by your sudden action, but he quickly reciprocated, meeting your lips in a gentle kiss. Had the situation been turned around, you would have thought that Conrad was taking advantage of your emotional vulnerability, but you wanted this. You wanted to kiss him.

Your hands went to Conrad’s hair, running your fingers through it as the hand still on your cheek moved to pull you closer to him. He went to deepen the kiss, a sweet gasp when feeling his tongue brushing yours. This should feel wrong, but it didn’t. 

Conrad broke the kiss first, needing to take a breath and a moment to collect his thoughts. As much as he wanted to keep kissing you, he couldn't. ‘’We can’t be doing this. Not after…’’ He shook his head. ‘’That would be taking advantage of you and I can’t do that.’’  You unbuckled your seatbelt and scooted closer to the middle console to pull Conrad by his plaid shirt, your fingers gripping the soft fabric. ‘’I want this. I want you,’’ you said, looking up at him.  ‘’I just want to…forget. Make me forget, Conrad.’’

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[gyustarzzi]

ateez reacts to sleeping together for the first time

☆ hongjoong

just got home from a concert and since it was getting late so he decided to stay at your place

when you tell him that you guys have to sleep together he gets nervous

stares into space which makes you nervous as well

when you guys go to sleep he keeps a safe distance away from you

stays up at unholy hours talking about anything that comes to mind

the next day you guys are wrapped around eachother not lettting go

" We have to sleep together? No! It's not a problem, it's just…I've never done this before "

★ seonghwa

got home from a long day of dance practice so you stay at his place

is kinda nervous but is a little happy to have you with him tonight

cooks you dinner which you tell him it is not necessary but he insists

one step ahead of you and has everything you need: clothes, toothbrush, bodywash, etc.

you sleep in his bed and he sleeps on the couch

ends up with you coming to him and sleeping with him on the couch cuddling

won't let you go home if you guys leave somewhere late

" I guess you couldn't resist my charm princess/prince "

☆ yunho

you and yunho went on a date and ended up staying at the beach a little too long

you stay at his place and change into his clothes

asks if it's okay to sleep with you in the same bed

ABSOLUTE CUDDLE BUG

watch harry potter if you guys stay up later than you expected

you wake up on his chest and your arms and legs wrapped around him not letting go

" You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you in my clothes, your so cute!! "

★ yeosang

he stays at your house late after a party with the other members

nervous because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable in anyway

keeps a safe distance away from you but once you start scooting closer to him the more he's scooting closer to you

plays with your hair, you leg over his side

falls asleep to your soft snore and kisses your cheek

wakes up with him caressing you back to sooth you in your sleep

" Are you sure it's okay if we sleep together? You sure? Ok, I just wanna make sure your not uncomfortable "

☆ san

sets up a sleepover with you and forces to comeover to his place

quick stops at the store to grab snacks and more snacks

makes a fort with you, which you guys cuddle in obvi ;)

watches many funny movies and k-drama's

places with your fingers (entwining fingers)

kisses you on the forehead before falling asleep

" This is gonna be the best fort ever!! "

★ mingi

you were hanging out with mingi at ateez's dorms

you guys were watching a movie and you fell asleep halftway through it

plops you on his bed and puts on one of his hoodies

since it was already dark, mingi decided you would stay the night with him

you snuggled under his hoodie that he was wearing while sleeping -  wakes up to mingi taking cute pictures of you

" What? I can't take pictures of this moment? You look absolutely adorable!! "

☆ wooyoung

takes you home from a party

let's you change into his clothes in the bathroom before he takes a shower

cuddles with you in the bed, occasionally running his fingers through your hair

pulls you closer to him when he feels needy

when you wake up in the middle of the night he gets super bubbly and kisses you

helps you with whatever you need since your still overcoming your hangover

" You might have kicked me a few times, but it was definitely worth it"

★ jongho

comes home from a fun day with the members

freezes when you ask if you can stay at his place for the night

since he sometimes leaves his clothes at your house so you alreayd had some clothes to wear that night :D

lets you rest on his arm/chest obvi (HE'S BASICALLY YOUR PERSONAL PILLOW)

wakes up to you basically being squeezed to death by him

" Hm? You want to sleep together? No! It's no big deal "

[heartsforvin]

i needddd a fic or a blurb of vinnie making innocent!reader cum for the first time 🙈

GOOD GIRL

girl when i tell you …. imma need this irl ASAP

pairing: bfb!vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: smut, praise kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstim, use of pet names, age gap (r's 20, v's 22), perv!vinnie, lmk if i missed anything !!

summary: when vinnie overhears you tell his brother you have zero experience, he takes matters into his own hands

a/n: bringing back bfb!vinnie because i thought this would be the perfect opportunity + a lil perv!vinnie is added w it (:

it was another friday night at your best friend's house, movies, popcorn and laughs is what was entailed, just like every other friday.

as of now, you and reggie were telling embarrassing stories to each other. you've known each other for years so nothing ws really weird or uncomfortable for the two of you to talk about.

"okay i got one," reggie starts as he takes a sip of his soda. "this one night i had gone out on a date with this girl, it was going great we went out to dinner and i thought maybe, y'know, i could get something out of it, but she completely turned me down." he explained, a laugh added.

you laughed with him. "did you ever hear from her again?" you asked.

reggie chuckled as he shook his head. "nah, think she blocked my number honestly."

laughing, you take a sip of the drink in your hand. your eyes lift when you hear reggie ask if you've got any embarrassing stories to share.

"i don't really have any romantic or sexual stories to share, if that's what you mean." you tell him, small smile added.

a scoff his heard from the man beside you. "seriously, not one story? come on, you've gotta had done some stuff with somebody? yourself even?"

you shake your head, not having done one single thing. you knew what all of that was, thanks to reggie, but just had never done anything.

as you and reggie were talking, you didn't notice his older brother vinnie slip past his room. the door was open slightly, you could see a bit inside and when vinnie did, his thoughts immediately went elsewhere.

he stopped in his tracks, hiding next to the door so he could hear you talk about your experiences. he made sure he was out of sight from you and his brother.

"nope, not even with myself." you say, and reggie chuckles softly.

it was crazy to him that you hadn't done anything with anyone. he had known you were more closed off and a little innocent, but not this much.

"you should probably get that fixed." the minute those words leave your best friends mouth, you let out a loud laugh.

vinnie, on the other hand, was thinking of all the ways he could help you out. he had always thought about you in that way. he knew it was wrong, you were his brother's best friend, he couldn't have you in that way ever.

something in him didn't care though, he needed you. needed to know why you've never experienced anything sexual.

"oh yeah, and who's gonna fix it?" you asked the brunette, he shrugged.

"i'm sure anyone would love to be with you. hell, i'm with you majority of time and i love being with you." he says, giving you a smile.

you smile back, soft sigh leaving your lips as you lay on your stomach on reggie's bed. vinnie looks in, and when he does, his breath caught in his throat.

it takes everything in him to not interrupt and walk in there, telling you to behave and not have your ass out like you do.

funnily enough, the shorts you were wearing weren't even that short, it was mainly vinnie's perverted mind doing that.

as the night continued, you hung out with reggie up until he fell asleep on you. laughing, you look over at your best friend who actually did fall asleep on you.

as you left his room, you saw vinnie pass by as you were headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

"what do you want?" you ask the eldest boy, smirk plastered on his face.

it was no secret vinnie was attractive, even you thought it. you'd never tell reggie, that'd be the day you'd never hear the end of it.

instead, you keep your glances at bay and subtle, hoping no one else catches on.

"nice panties." the comment make you turn your head to look at the back of your shorts, your red lace panties peeking out.

pulling your shorts down, your cheeks heat up at the embarrassment. vinnie shrugs, not seeing any problem.

"so," he starts. he puts his arm above your head on the doorframe, caging you in. "couldn't help but overhear you say you have no experience, ever?"

if you weren't embarrassed already, you definitely were now. you try to weasel your way out of vinnie's grasp but he doesn't let you.

"you want some help with that?" vinnie's smirk doesn't falter even when you roll your eyes at him.

although you were rolling your eyes at him, the idea had popped into your mind, especially now.

looking at him in his white tank top, sweatpants, tattoos and biceps on full display, you couldn't deny that he did look hot.

biting your lip, you smile as you nod your head slowly. the thoughts are taking over, feeling things you don't really understand.

"yeah, you wanna?" vinnie asks in a low, deep tone.

nodding, you're too nervous to give him a verbal response. vinnie smiles as he removes his arm from above you, taking your hand in his.

"gotta be quick, sweetheart. don't want someone to find out, do you?' he asks as the two of you walk to his room.

the minute the door shut you immediately smiled, when vinnie turned around to face you, he chuckled at seeing your reaction.

grabbing your waist, he pulled you into him, making you wrap your arms around him.

"y'know how bad i've wanted this, princess?" he asks in a low, sultry tone.

you shake your head, still a bit nervous and embarrassed. "a long fuckin' time." he says as he pulls you in closer.

the kiss is filled with so much intensity, so much hunger. he really has been wanting to do this for so long.

your hands find the back of his head and you're slightly tugging the baby hairs on the back of his neck, making him groan into your mouth.

his hands, however, find your ass and squeeze just enough for you to moan against his lips.

"sound so pretty, baby." he rasps, and you swore you could've melted right then and there.

you break apart from the kiss and take his appearance in. he's never looked this good, you could've sworn on that.

vinnie catches you staring and chuckles as he caresses your cheek. "need you to stop lookin' at me like that," he says, making you furrow your eyebrows. "or else i will fuck you and not hold back, and i know you don't want that right now."

you slowly nod your head, confidence starting to rise. "you know what i do want?" you ask.

he hums, moving his hands back to your waist, holding you there. “i want you to make me feel good.”

vinnie can feel his pants tighten at the sound of the words leaving your lips. he’s been wanting this to happen for months, he can’t believe he’s hearing you right.

smiling, he kisses you softly before smacking your ass lightly and telling you to strip and lay on his bed.

you nervously did as told. you felt exposed and little under his gaze. watching as vinnie walks over to you, you try to hide yourself from him.

“don’t hide yourself from me, baby,” vinnie says as he places his hand on your thigh. “you’re so pretty.”

blushing at his compliment, you give in and move your hands. you wanted this too, so it wasn’t anything forceful, you’ve just never done anything like this.

he smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you softly. “lay down for me, sweetheart.”

laying on your back against his pillows, you raise yourself up by your shoulders to watch vinnie’s next move.

he gets on the bed and hovers above you, smile plastered on his face as he looks down at you.

“look at you,” he whispers, hands moving along your body. “so perfect.”

you watch his hands move to your tits, squeezing them gently which makes your head tip back into the pillow.

“vinnie.” you gasp once you feel his hands on your chest.

his mouth moves from your lips to your collarbone and soon your chest. he marks each one, you watch as he does so.

“f-feel somethin’.” you say as vinnie continues to kiss down your body.

he looks up at you, eyes dark and filled with lust as he asks what you’re feeling.

you push your head into the pillow out of embarrassment, not wanting to say it.

“it’s like…tingly kind of?” you say more of a question.

he knows what you mean and before answering, he kisses the inside of your thighs. “is it tingling when i do that?”

you nod. “again.” vinnie smirks at you words and kisses the inside of your thigh again, doing the same to the other.

“shit, princess,” vinnie whispers once his eyes trail to in between your legs. “so wet f’me already and all i’ve done is kiss you.”

you whine at his words, the feeling becoming more intense. you watch as vinnie kneels on the bed in front of you.

his middle finger runs along you, making you moan quietly at the feeling you've never felt before.

"that feel good, mama?" the tone he asks the question in just spurs the feeling on more, along with the name.

you nod, a faint 'mhm leaving your lips as you feel his finger enter you. trying to speak, all that is heard is a broken moan.

vinnie looks up at you, eyes dark as he continues to move his finger in and out. he watches your face contort in pleasure as he does, smirk plastered on his face.

his thumb moves to rub circles on your clit, and that's when you really feel the pressure build up.

"v-vinnie," you whimper out, not being able to get more than his name out of your mouth.

he looks up at you, asking what's wrong or how you're feeling before you rely, "feels like m'gonna pee."

vinnie chuckles his his movements quicken, knowing exactly how you feel. "let it out f'me, baby. you're not gonna pee, trust me."

you nod and as his fingers continue to rub and hit that particular spot, you let go on his hand.

vinnie watches the sight in front of him, smirk on his face as he watches you cum all over his hand.

"good girl." he praises as he slowly puts his finger out of you.

you lift up on your elbows to see what he's going to do next. you watch as vinnie licks his finger clean of your juices.

vinnie kisses you with so much need before his lips trail down your body and soon end up back between your thighs.

he looks up at you through his lashes and you smile, gliding your fingers through his hair as you feel his lips on the inside of your thigh.

"fuck," you whine when you feel his lips on your sensitive clit with no warning. "still sensitive, baby."

vinnie jut hums against you, sending vibrations through you even more. his tongue flicks against your clit as you hear the obscene sounds of his mouth on you.

a loud moan rips through your mouth as you feel his finger enter you again. you cover your mouth with your hand, trying to be quiet the best you could.

"taste so fuvkin' good," vinnie breathes out. "god i've been wantin' to taste this pretty pussy for so long."

his words only add to the pleasurable feeling, making you moan into your hand.

"come on baby, lemme hear you." he rasps against you, making you let out a whine.

he smiles at your Moises before he goes back in. mouth and fingers doing wonders, making you feel things you've never felt before.

the overstimulation gets too much and soon, you're gripping onto vinnie's hair with both hands as you moan out profanities.

"v-vinnie, please." you whimper as you feel his tongue on your clit again.

you feel him smirk against you, and that only spurs on the feeling more. you feel that same knot forming again.

whimpers, moans and profanities, along with vinnie's name, is all that's heard in the room as you grip his hair and let go on his face.

he doesn't stop his movements though. you feel his tongue run along your folds even after you've released.

"p-please." you whimper, the feeling of his tongue feels so good, but too overstimulating.

"taste too good, mama." he whispers against you.

soon, vinnie lets up and kisses both your thighs before coming up to kiss you.

"did i do good?" you ask as you watch vinnie smile at you.

he caresses your cheek. "so good, sweetheart. such a good girl." he praises again.

you smile and lean into his touch, the two of you laying down on his bed. you snuggle into his chest as he wraps his arm around you and kisses your forehead.

mo words are exchanged before the two of you drift off to sleep.

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Maniac (3)

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader x Minho

Warning: Some Sexual Stuff [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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ONE | TWO

“Y/N.” Your dad yells, startling you out of your bed.

“What!?” You yell back, sitting up, your eyes still closed. You weren't ready to get up, you still wanted to sleep for at least forever.

“Hyunjin is taking you out tonight. He'll be here at 7.” Your dad yells. Your eyes dart open. Hyunjin? You smile widely. You really liked him and you were excited to go out with him again. There was just something about him that riled you up and made you feel all sorts of things.

“Okay!” You yell down, getting out of bed to hop in the shower. You hoped the day would go by fast.

But like usual, the day went by so slowly and it was killing you. You wandered around your house, had some snacks, watched a movie, read a book and by the time you were done, it was finally time to get ready.

You excitedly did your makeup and your hair, putting on your most favorite dress before slipping on your heels. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, happy with how you looked, you went downstairs to see Hyunjin and your dad talking and laughing.

“Gorgeous.” Hyunjin smiles, reaching his hand out for you. You slide your hand into his as he helps you down the rest of the stairs.

“You two have fun tonight. Not too much fun.” your dad laughs. “Hyunjin, take care of my baby girl.”

“I'll protect her with my life, sir.” Hyunjin smiles, leading you out to the car.

“Where are we going?” you ask, the driver taking off out of your driveway. Hyunjin slouches in his seat, his legs spread. “First, we're going for dinner.” He smiles, glancing over at you. “Are you hungry?”

“I'm starving.” You say, eyeing him up. The way he looked in his suit, his hair slicked back, the way he was sitting was riling you the fuck up. You had never felt this way about someone and wanted to ride them as much as you wanted to ride Hyunjin's cock right now.

“You okay, beautiful?” He asks, smirking. You squeeze your legs together, trying to relieve the pulsing of your clit.

“Mhmm.” You say, now trying to avoid his eye contact.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, leaning in closer to you.

“Um, just… dinner.” You whisper.

“You're lying.” He whispers back. “You're squeezing your thighs together.” He whispers, his lips getting closer to your ear. “Are you horny princess?” He says before he nibbles on your earlobe.

“Oh god.” You groan, now crossing your legs. Hyunjin smirks as he sits up, taking out his now ringing phone.

“What?” He asks, putting the phone up to his ear. “What the fuck? No. Absolutely not. Do it on your own time. This is my time.” He says. “Don't even think about it.” He snaps, hanging up the call.

“Everything okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, just some bullshit.” He smiles. He glances out the window, pointing to a building. “We're here.” He says as the car pulls up to the front door. Hyunjin gets out first, holding his hand out for you. You happily grab it, walking hand in hand with Hyunjin into the restaurant. As the two of you follow the hostess to your seat, Hyunjin slides his hand on your lower back, walking closely behind you.

He pulls out your chair for you, pushing you back in before sitting down himself. You both look at the menu, but your clit is still throbbing and you are finding it hard to concentrate on anything else but how good Hyunjin would feel inside you.

“What are you thinking of having?” He asks.

“I'm… not sure.” You say, shaking your head, trying to concentrate. Hyunjin laughs, as he drops his napkin on the floor. He crawls under the table, you can feel him between your legs, spreading them widely.

“What are you doing?” You whisper, looking under the table cloth.

“Read the menu, princess.” He says, moving your panties to the side. He pulls you down slightly before he flicks your clit with his tongue. Your eyes roll back, your mouth hanging open as he latches his lips to you, sucking it gently. You drop the menu on the table, desperately wanting to grab his head and grind yourself on his face.

“Can I get you something to drink?” The waitress asks, smiling at you.

“Hi… um…I'll take a v-vodka and cranberry. He'll have… a whiskey.” You stutter, giving her a small smile. “He's just in the bathroom.”

She smiles and nods, walking away. “You need to stop. I'm gonna cum.” You whisper down to him, your hands gripping the table.

“That's the whole point.” He chuckles, going back to licking your clit, sloppily sucking and slurping up all your juices.

“Fuck.” You whisper whine. “I'm cumming.” You whisper, the feeling of pure ecstasy jolting through your body. Hyunjin moves your panties back on as he crawls out from under the table with his napkin in hand.

“Found it.” He chuckles, sitting down in his seat, licking his lips before he uses his napkin to wipe off the rest of your juices from his face.

“You're bad.” You breathe, smiling at him. As the waitress comes over with your drinks.

“Are you upset, princess?” He asks, smirking at you.

“Not at all. But now I'm gonna want more.” You laugh.

“That can be arranged.” He grins.

“What can I get you to eat?” The waitress asks. You and Hyunjin both place your orders, and she walks away. Hyunjin smiles at you, but his smile fades quickly, seeing the one he told not to show up. You turn around, seeing Minho walking towards your table, a large bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Hi.” He smiles at you, handing you the flowers.

“Hi.” You laugh, taking the flowers. “What are you doing here?” you ask.

“Yeah, what are you doing here?” Hyunjin asks, crossing his arms.

“I came to apologize. I know I should have waited until I saw you again but I was worried you wouldn't want to see me after what happened last time.” He says, hanging his head down.

“Oh, Minho.” You sigh. “I know you didn't plan for that to happen.”

“No I didn't, but I knew they were after me and I put you in danger anyways. It was reckless and I should have known better.” He says. “I'm sorry.”

“Thank you.” You smile.

“Will I be able to take you out again?” He asks. “I want to show you what kind of man I really am.”

“I'd like that.” You smile.

“Are you done?” Hyunjin asks. “I'd like to get back to our date.”

“Yeah, sorry man. Sorry for interrupting.” He smiles. “I'll contact your dad.” He finishes, leaving the restaurant.

“I'll be right back.” Hyunjin says, following Minho out of the restaurant.

Once outside, Hyunjin grabs Minho's shoulder, slamming him against the brick wall. “What the fuck did you not understand about do it on your own time?” He snaps.

“I don't care about what you said. I needed to do it now. I need to make it right if I'm gonna have a chance with her.” Minho explains.

“I'm gonna tell you right now, you have no chance with her. She's gonna choose me.” Hyunjin says.

“You think she's gonna fall that hard for you?” Minho laughs. “Does she even know what you're really like?” He asks.

“You need to shut the fuck up. I'm gonna say this once, you interrupt our dates again, I'll break your fucking fingers.” Hyunjin snaps. “Stay the fuck out of my way.”

“Then you stay the fuck out of my way.” Minho yells back as Hyunjin walks back into the restaurant.

“What happened?” You ask, taking a bite of your pasta.

“Just some business talk.” Hyunjin laughs, starting to eat his steak.

“I'm sorry.” You whisper.

“For what?” He asks, cocking his head.

“Him showing up… interrupting our date.” You sigh.

“That's not on you, princess.” He smiles. “He called me earlier to ask if he could. That's who I was talking to when I said no. Obviously he didn't listen.”

“I don't want you two to wreck your friendship over me.” You say.

“You don't need to apologize. That's not your fault. Neither is whatever happens between Minho and I. We're grown men, we can handle it.” He smiles.

That was part of the problem, you didn't know what was going to happen between them but you knew there would be something. And whatever it was you knew you'd feel responsible for the situation.

“If you're sure.” You smile, the anxiety building in your stomach.

“I am.” He says. “Now.” He pauses pushing his plate away from himself. “What would you like to do?” He asks.

“We could get a drink?” You suggest. Hyunjin smiles and nods his head. Without even seeing the bill, he places down five one hundred dollar bills on the table and helps you out of your seat. The two of you head to the car, heading out to the club for some drinks.

“I love this song!” You yell, dancing in your seat as you take a sip of your second drink.

“Would you like to dance?” Hyunjin asks. You nod your head, he grabs your hand to pull you to the dance floor. You down the rest of your drink, setting down your cup just before you get to the dance floor. You face Hyunjin, your arms wrapped around his neck as he rests his hand on your waist, you're both feeling the beat of the music as you grind on him. It doesn't take long for you to turn around, dancing a little more, shaking your ass in his crotch. His hands roam your body, you're looking around the club, your eyes lock with Minho. He stares at you and Hyunjin, talking to someone else but his eyes never leave the direction of you.

“Minho is here.” You say to Hyunjin, turning around to face him.

“I know.” Hyunjin smiles.

“Did you bring me here on purpose?” You ask. He smiles even wider.

“I wanted him to see something.” He tells you. His hand rubs your cheek, moving to the back of your head as he pulls your head closer to his. His lips touch yours, he makes the kiss more passionate in seconds, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

Fuck. It's so hard to resist him. You melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him to pull his body closer to yours.

You break the kiss. You need to breathe. You look up to where Minho once was, but he's no longer there.

“You're starting something.” You say.

“I'm just proving to him that I'm the one you want.” He says.

“Nothing has been decided yet.” You say, crossing your arms. Hyunjin leans in close to you, his lips grazing your ears.

“You can't honestly tell me that it's not gonna be me.” He chuckles.

“No decisions have been made.” You giggle.

“That's right.” Minho yells. “No decisions have been made. Bringing her here to makeout with her in front of me is low.” He chuckles.”But if this is how you wanna play it, then that's fine.” Minho pauses. “Game on.”

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Denial

face calim- Lily James

Masterlist // Series Masterlist

[Warning- Angst, Cheating, smut but not written, crying, alcohol consumption, more crying, suicidal thoughts, people not knowing meaning of privacy, Hayden being a bitch]

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Y/Nupdates Y/N out with kids in London today getting ice cream.

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*****

They say that when someone dies, their whole life flashes before their eyes. The good, the bad, all moments move in front of their eyes like a movie, that's how you felt when you opened the door of your bedroom.

A movie of your marriage dying.

You were going through your day like normal. Your shooting had ended early, so you decided to pick up the kids from school and take them out for ice cream. They were now standing in the kitchen. You could hear their muffled giggles while you stood upstairs in front of your room like a mannequin watching your husband scramble and quickly put on clothes.

"Fuck- Baby I can explain-" Harry tried to approach you, but you couldn't look at him or react to his words. Your eyes remained trained on the woman lying on the bed, on your bed. Sheets up to her chest, her head perched up on her arm while she looked straight in your eyes without any shame or remorse. Oh no, she had a smirk on her lips.

"Kids are downstairs," You motioned with your thumb downstairs, "I- I'm going to drop them off, and then we will..." You couldn't complete the sentence. You felt like your body was on autopilot as you went downstairs and ushered the kids back to the car, your and Harry's four years old daughter asking why she couldn't see her dad and what could you say?

"He has some important work to do. Why don't you guys have a sleepover at Elliott's tonight?" You asked them, putting all your acting skills out there to hide the waver in your voice. Elliot was your ex-boyfriend and father of your eldest son Emiel.

"Yayyy" Amie clapped her hands, excited to hang out with her best friend. Meanwhile, Emiel stayed silent and looked at his mom from the passenger seat. You knew he knew something was wrong, considering he was older and much more aware of his surroundings than your little girl.

You just sighed and kept driving to Elliott's house. Soon enough, they arrived at the familiar small cottage-esc house. You got out of the car and then unstrapped Amie from the seat belt. As soon as you put her down, Amie ran towards the door and knocked on it, being too short to reach the doorbell. Emiel laughed and picked her up so she could ring the bell.

Soon enough, Elliot was opening the door with the biggest smile on his face. "If it isn't my two favorite people," He exclaimed and pulled both of them in hugs. Behind him, his Fiancé laughed at his antics, and she smiled a bit, too.

"Mom said we're having a sleepover!" Amie screamed near Em's ear, making him groan. It's then Elliot looked up, his blue eyes met her tired ones, and he knew something was wrong considering they were friends for a long time.

"Em, why don't you take her inside with Bran?" He smiled at his son, and Bran took them inside, talking about something.

"Are you okay?" Elliot immediately asked, and you shook your head. Your brain was still too jummbled to speak or to cry or to be angry or even comprehend what had happened.

"Why don't you come inside for a second and drink some water? I fear you might pass out from the way you're looking so pale." He looked at you concerned, and before you could protest, Elliott pulled you inside.

You sat on the dinner table and looked out to the garden, finding Em holding Amie in his arms, her head on his shoulder. The tiredness of school and excitement finally caughting up to her and knocked her out.

You took your phone out and clicked a picture, them being the only hope she could grasp on at the moment.

Elliot didn't ask any questions. He understood that if you wanted to talk, you would. He just stood there as emotional support staring at their kids as you drank the water.

"I might need them to be here for a few days before I sort things out. I hope you don't mind." You asked Elliott, looking up at him sadly. "You hurt me, sucre. Of course I don't mind." He shook his head and pulled you in a hug.

*****

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*****

When you arrived at you-Harry's house, the sun was setting. You was dreading the conversation that was bound to happen. Six years went down the drain in a few hours.

Your whole life felt like a lie.

Harry was sitting on the couch when you walked inside. A major part of you hoped he had some explanation, that it wasn't what it looked like or that it was just a mistake. But when you walked more inside and saw her there still after everything, your heart cracked a bit more.

"Y/N," Harry breathed out, his voice coming out in heaves as if he's out of breath, but you knew him. You knew he was just nervous.

He looked so young when he was sad, his eyes droopy yet shining, the mess of curls and clenched jaw reminded you of the early Harry who stole your heart.

Now, he reminded you of the one that broke it.

"Why is she still here?" was asked first thing first you asked. Harry looked behind him, and Hayden just shrugged and plopped down on the kitchen bar stool eating chips while scrolling through her phone.

"Emotional support for him after you leave" She said with a wink pointed at Harry.

"I just thought it would be better to talk with all of us here," he said, fiddling with his fingers, as if searching for a ring on his ring finger, but there wasn't one. Now that you think of it, you hadn't seen him wear it in so long.

You should have seen the signs.

All you could do was nod. You sat down far away from him on the loveseat, which was ironic cause there was no love in the atmosphere.

"I-" Harry started but couldn't. He closed his mouth again and opened it again, gaping like a goldfish. He looked at you, and you looked at him. Your husband, the person you loved the most after your kids, your first love, your everything.

"How long?" You asked, looking at Harry with dead eyes. It had nothing in them, no spark, nothing just lifeless saphire stones to see.

"Five months," Harry said, looking down at the rug, unable to look into your eyes.

Five months...

They were at your parents' house for Thanksgiving six months ago. The first time, he met Hayden after being with you for almost seven years. He never met your sister, and there was a reason for that.

"Thanksgiving," you mumbled out to herself more than to anyone. He fell out of love with you for so long, and you didn't even know.

"Why, Harry?" You finally asked. You still couldn't cry. No, you still had no expression on your face. You felt like a ghost, pale, feelingless, breathing ghost.

"I don't know," He said, his own lips wobbling.

"I'm going upstairs, babe. Come when you sort this out." Hayden said, walking towards the stairs like she owned the house, "See ya, sis!" She yelled from the top of stairs.

Awkward silence sat between them. The lovers who were laughing, kissing, and playing with their kids just this morning are now sitting in a souless house with a dead relationship.

How can things change so fast?

"Y/N" Harry called you softly. You looked up hopefully, thinking he would say it now, say anything to save whatever was left. You could make a home out of ashes, but for that you did need the ashes.

"I think it's better if you stay here. The kids will not be able to adjust somewhere els-" Harry spoke but stopped when he heard a sniffle.

For the first time since you walked in on them, tears flooded down your face. In just a moment, your eyes were blood red, glistening with tears.

"Where will you live?" You asked with your wobbling voice. A frown took over Harry's face watching you cry, but he was to blame for that.

"I didn't mean for it to happen this way Y/N" he said guiltily.

"Then which way did you want Harry?" You shouted at him, "Having one of our kids walk in on you two, or were you thinking of running away with her? or just wake up one day and throw divorce papers on my face?" You asked, your crying increased, making you choke on it and go into coughing fit.

Harry on instinct went to help you, but you raised your hand, stopping him. "Don't." You shook your head and stood up, calming down your coughing fit.

"I just thought I would talk to you," Harry mummbled his head down, looking at floor.

"You thought you would talk to me. Was this thought came before you stick your dick into my sister or after that?" You asked him clearly angry. You were still crying, your knees felt weak, and your head felt dizzy.

"Harry, we still have time. I- we can still be together just throw her out of house and never see her again. I will not go to my parents' house but please." You fell down to your knees sobbing. You wanted to save the only real thing you ever had, the only person you ever loved, who had been through her thick and thin. You needed him. You needed him for the kids.

Harry was looking down at you sympathetically, his own tears falling down. He felt too much shame to look in your eyes when you looked up at up for answers.

"I don't-" He choked a bit, "I love her Y/N" He whispered.

The final nail was in, the corpse was six feet under, there was no ashes to make home from.

You stilled on the ground, then a loud sob broke from you. You cried with your legs tucked to her chest in a fetal position on the floor. Harry came beside you and brought you to his chest. This time, you didn't move away or push him. You clutched onto his shirt, fully sobbing into it.

You digged your nose into his neck, and the shirt smelled like you. Even after everything, he still smelled like you, but it didn't matter now, did it?

The two lovers cried, holding each other, knowing that once they broke away. Everything else would also be broken.

You didn't know how long it had been. You just knew Harry's shirt was fully wet with your tears, and all you could hear was his heartbeat.

You pulled away from him and looked up in his glistening green eyes and after everything for some reason your eyes held hope.

Maybe it was denial after all they do say it's thr first stage of grief.

But you still knew you had to get out of this house. So, you got up and fixed your clothes to best of your knowledge, tears still falling from your eyes.

You didn't say anything just made your way towards the door concerning Harry. "Y/N were are you going?" He asked following behind you.

"Kids are wt Elliot's" Was all you said as you got into the car and drove off. You didn't know where you were going but you just wanted to go far away from all this.

You weren't a mother who knew her daughter didn't go to sleep until she told her a bedtime story or a wife who just got cheated on by her husband. No, you were just a broken soul who got betrayed by a person who vowed never to hurt her.

You drove in autopilot like you have been for the whole day, how you were alive you didn't know. How many cars and trucks you have doged you didn't know, you didn't even know where you were.

It was a bridge of some kind, you would thinking living in this place for so long would grant you the knowledge of where you are but you didn't know shit. Parking on the side of the road you turned off the car and pulled your windows down. The night cold air filled up the car, making your nose and ears red immediately.

You looked around the place, the small city lights twinkling in the diatance, people returning to their homes. Many who will return to a empty space many to someone waiting for them but you? You lost your home.

Having so much money and fame couldn't give you back your home.

You cried, you cried until you couldn't. You cried until all the tears were drained and all there wad left was a ragining headache and heartache.

You got out of the car and stood near the bridge. Your hair blew in the cold air and somehow you knew you have caught cold. You hugged your coat closer to you searching for any type of warmth.

Putting your hands on the metal bridge you leaned into it more. The rings you were wearing clinked against the metal making you look down to your hands and there it was the pretty diamond he especially got made for you, the one that once held a promise, a promise of faithfulness, love and family and some how in just couple hours you lost all of that or maybe you lost it six months ago just didn't realize it.

You took it off. It didn't held any meaning now did it?

You started crying again. It felt like once the dam broke, it didn't want to stop, but maybe that was for the best. You had kids to be strong for.

Oh god the kids...

What were you going to tell them? Maybe Harry would come back for the kids? He didn't love you but kids? He would come for them, right?

You were soo consumed in you misery you didn't realize your phone was constantly ringing in car or the texts or that from cross the bridge couple of girls were taking your pics.

*****

Harry was getting scared.

When you left the house, he thought you would go to Elliot's house, but you weren't there, and now both of them were constantly blowing up your phone to get a hold of you.

You were in no shape of driving. He should have stopped you, but like most of his decisions, he had nothing to do but regret on them.

He walked back to the couch and plopped down. Hayden was still in the bedroom upstairs. The bedroom that was once yours and his. It felt wrong cause it was wrong, wasn't it? But he loved Hayden, so it has to be right? right?

He looked up from his lap, and his eyes went straight to the flowers sitting on the coffee table. It was a habit of yours to bring something home whenever you come back home early. Mostly, it was flowers or the sushi from the sushi place you both love and went to on your first date.

His heart grew heavy as he picked up the flowers, which might be the last one he ever receives from you. Before he could examine them more or cry over them, a pair of hands were taking them out of his hold.

"C'mon baby, let go to bed. I'm tired" Hayden pouted just like you used to, her same yet different eyes as yours looking back at him, and he couldn't resist. He gave her a somber nod and stood up, making his way upstairs. Once he was out of eyeshot, Hayden threw away the flowers in dustbin and happily made her way to the bedroom.

*****

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User1 Why she looks so sad?

User2 I met her..it was my friends who took the picture. I tried to tell them not to but they didn't listen.

User3 What happened?

User2 She looked sad and tired. I mean it's hard being mom but she her usual aura was down like she's usually so chirpy and happy but she looked like she didn't want to be disturbed so we didn'task for a picture.

User3 Yet you invaded her privacy and took her pictures

User4 Is it just me or did anyone else seeing that she's not wearing her wedding ring?

User3 Omg yes I didn't realize

*****

You didn't know when you got here. All you know is Elliot somehow found you and brought you back to his house. He left you in the guest room and asked you to call him if you needed something.

You tossed and turned for hours in bed, or maybe it had been a few minutes, time didn't exist for you anymore. You got up to go to the kitchen and get some water when you saw the wine bottle. The temptation was bad, your fingers were itching, and your mouth went dry.

If there was any time to get wasted, it was this. The evil little voice in your head said and you gave in.

You took the bottle out of the cellar and sat down on the floor with your back against the kitchen counter. You brought the bottle to your lips, your hands shaking so badly that you almost dropped it.

The first drop felt like heaven. Like an old friend, you meet after a long time who you cut off cause you knew they were toxic, but the feeling of sweet reconnection and nostalgia still felt like bliss.

You were so in your head thinking about wine that you didn't see Bran coming to the kitchen or watching you from the doorway. He wanted to stop you but knew it wasn't his place, so he went back to his bedroom where his soon to be husband was sleeping.

"Babe," He shook him lightly, "Babe, wake up" He said a bit loudly, making him whine and grumble. He felt bad for a bit cause Bran knew that things have been hard, the school wasn't doing so well so he had to work extra but right now you needed him and Bran knew Elliot will blame himself if something happened to you.

"What happened?" Elliot asked, "I think you should talk to Y/N. She's is in the kitchen.." Bran paused, "Drinking".

That woke Elliot up, "But she hadn't drunk ever since she got cl-" "I know that's why I said go talk to her before things get worse"

You were halfway done with the bottle when Elliot came back to the kitchen. You were hitting the back of your head against the counter, filling the silent kitchen with a thumping noise.

"Y/N" He called out softly and for a second he wished he didn't. You looked like a mess your already ruined makeup was now in shambles, your eyes blood red and your lips were adoring a drunk smile.

"Put the bottle down Y/N you're hurting yourself" Elliot said, sitting next to you. You rolled your eyes and took a big gulp of the wine again.

"My life is already ruined. What's the worst can happen now?" You said laughing, but there was no humor in it. It was hollow like you felt. A hollow shell.

"You want to tell me what happened?" He asked quietly, trying to take the bottle from you by distracting you.

You burst into tears hearing his question. You wanted to tell him, tell him everything that happened, but your brain was not letting you talk. Like keeping it to yourself will make it go away. It was still in denial that it really happened.

"I don't know how to," you said in between sobs. Elliot pulled you to his side, his hand rubbing up and down your back, trying to soothe your crying.

"Harry-" you said and sobbed harder. "You want me to call him?" He asked, but you just shook your head.

"C'mon sucre tell me what's going on." He urged you to tell him. As time went by, Eilliot became more and more concerned. It wasn't like you to cry so much over a fight. You were the one who mostly solved them. So, it had to be something big for you to be here and crying rather than with Harry.

You stared at him for a few seconds, contemplating if you should tell him, but who else would you tell? He was the only friend you had except your little brother who was miles away in Sydney.

So you told him. You told him how your shooting wrapped up early, how you picked up kids, and went home to surpirse your husband only to get your heart broken in the worst way possible. How your husband of five years and almost seven years of love was now in love with someone else and that someone else was none other than your sister.

"I'm going to break his face!" Elliot seethed and scrambled to get up from beside you, but you took his arm and pulled him down back beside you, having no doubt he actually would.

"It will do nothing but harm to you and to him." You sighed, wiping your tears. You started to hate the feeling of being sober after crying, so you took swing of your wine again.

"I just don't understand how and what went wrong." You said staring at the cupboard's golden handle, "We were so happy this morning. I went to shooting, and he dropped kids to school I-" You choked on the lump in your throat.

"Do you think maybe he's doing this to get back at me for leaving him to go to Venice last minute?" You asked Elliot, "Do you think it's just a elaborate prank, I mean you know how Hayden is, she's bitch I won't be surprised if she came up with the idea of this prank."

Elliot looked at you with sad eyes, his hands rubbing your arms affectionately. "If it's a prank then it's one fucked up prank sucre so no I don't think it's a prank" Elliot said sadly looking at your sleepy eyes.

"It has to be. I mean, we were talking about having another baby after my shooting ended. Why would he want to have another baby if he didn't love me?" You asked him, hoping to get any just any answer to soothe the ache in your heart.

"I think you should ask that to him once you get a bit better. For now lets get you to bed" He said, taking the bottle out of your hand amd you let him. The physical and mental exhaustion of day caught up to you, and pairing that with wine had you sleepy.

Elliot carefully placed you on the bed and then put a glass of water and painkillers on the bedside table, knowing you would have a bad hangover since you drank after a very long time.

Sleep engulfed you soon enough, and you dreamt of the time your life wasn't in distress.

*****

Harry woke up in the morning and smiled when he felt soft hands around his torso. It was the part of the relationship he didn't experience with Hayden, but now he could do it as much as he wanted.

He turned around and pulled her in a lazy kiss, which soon turned heated and led to his boxers flying off from bed and his hands trailing around naked her body earing soft sounds from her.

Both of them fell asleep again. Harry woke up around 10 am to a hungry stomach. For a second, he was about to yell for you cause you always brought him breakfast in bed on weekends. Only to realize his mistake, but before he could feel bad, his eyes fell on similar blonde hair, fanning your his pillow, and he forgot everything.

He took a quick shower and got ready to get some coffee and breakfast. He decided to wake up Hayden to ask what she wanted. "Babe, wake up. I'm going to get breakfast. Do you want anything? " He asked her, getting a grumble in reply.

But then Hayden woke up fully alert. "I want to go with you!" She said excitedly, "I can finally have all for me please" She said pleading and how could he resist her?

She went to ready while Harry sat on couch downstairs going through his phone, but when Hayden took too long, he went to look for her.

He heard hushed voices behind the closed door, "Babe, are you ready?" He called her and opened the door. She stood there with a bright smile, her hair side parted with a white t-shirt and blue jeans much like his outfit.

"C'mon, let's go!" She said and took his hand in hers. Harry smiled and went with her. They sat in the car, and Harry brought her hands to his lips and drove off.

They arrived the hidden cafe they went most of the time cause it was in small area where most people didn't recognize him and there were no chances of him getting caught.

He ordered his usual, and so did Hayden, but as soon as they got out of the cafe with their food, the flash of the camera went off and then another. Harry went into full panic mode cause not only this will go back to you but to the whole world and quickly took Hayden's hand running to his car, dodging questions, and camera flash both.

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StylesNews Harry Styles seen out with mystery woman at secret cafe.

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Y/Nfan2 That's Y/N's sister wtf

Harryfan1 I didn't know she had a sister

Y/Nfan2 they're not that close, Y/N told in an interview.

Harryfan3 He's hanging out with her family aww

Harryfan4 they look a lot closer for my taste🤨

Y/Nfan1 IKR like that hand holding is suspicious

Harryfan4 I hope it's not what I'm thinking it is after seeing Y/N's pictures from yesterday

*****

Meanwhile, you woke up with the worst headache of your life. Thankfully, there were medicines and water beside your bed cause your throat felt dry as a dessert.

You walked out of your room groaning at the amount of light filtering through. "Good morning, sleepyhead." You heard your son say laughing.

"Good morning, mum. We made pancakes!" Your daughter squealed and held up pancakes with both of her hands above her head. You laughed and kissed her cheek.

"It looks delicious, baby and good morning to everyone," you said with a smile, forgetting about your pain for quite some time until your daughter asked you when they would be going home.

"What you got bored of me so fast?!" Bran fake hurt while you stood their staring at her thinking when were you going and where were you going cause you could go anywhere you wanted other than your home.

You were in literal, psychological, and in every sense homeless.

"Let mum have her coffee Amie, you know how she's without it." Elliot joked, and Bran picked Amie up, taking her to the living room to keep her busy, and Em followed them.

You took a mug out of the cupboard to make coffee while Elliot sat there looking at you with pity.

"How did you find me yesterday?" You asked, wanting to change the look in his eyes.

"Oh some girl posted you on twitter" He said biting into his pancake while you made your coffee.

"Someone posted me?" You asked and groaned when he nodded, "My manager is going to kill me"

Great now, top of a cheating husband. You also had to deal with getting your crying pics off the internet and deal with an amgry manager.

You took out your phone out of your jeans, which were getting uncomfortable as time passed.

But nothing matched the uncomfortable and shattering hurt you felt when you saw the trending topic of twitter.

They were already parading out? It had hardly been a day, and he was already over you? Did he not think what will happen when tabloids will find it? which they already had found out making their own stories.

Did he not think what kids will think when they will see it? Em was 14 he knew everything and had a phone of his own. What were you supposed to tell him if he asked you? you didn't even know yourself what was going on.

Your head started pounding more than before, and you could feel the migrain coming in . Even though you knew you had to talk to him, you couldn't today in any shape or form.

Your sadness was slowly subsiding now, and as your headache grew, so did your anger, and you knew it was going to be shit show happening in front of everyone.

*****

Same day in evening-

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Harryfan1 Harry and Y/N?

Y/Nfan2 Rumor has it one of them cheated

Y/Nfan4 Defo Harry remember the pictures

Harryfan2 Omg with her sister? that's fucked

Harryfan3 don't jump to any conclusion guys maybe it's someone else or maybe it's fake you know how these are.

Y/Nfan1 Fuck Harry and fuck Hayden

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Just a random scenario of preoutbreak!Joel dealing with his three girls.

It was a Saturday night, it was raining outside and you were waiting in between Joel's arms for the pizza in the oven. He was hugging you tightly against his body, asking you every five minutes if you were cold. How could you? His body was extremely warm, you could feel it directly at your fingertips thanks to the hand that had slipped under his shirt and was resting on his belly.

The movie was good, but his kisses were better. Your hand climbed caressing his whole torso and his hand around your body moved to your ass, to squeeze one of your cheeks over your pajama pants, until some heavy footsteps stomping down the stairs got your attention.

"I'm going to Riley's." Ellie announced, putting on her raincoat and grabbing her house keys.

"What? Now? It's late and it's pouring." Joel sat up, looking at the watch on his wrist with a frown on his face.

"I'll be fine."

"Do you want me to drive you?" Joel asked, kinda panicking after not knowing what Ellie's plans were. Would she spend the night? Did she need him to pick her up? At what time? Had she eaten something or would she have dinner there?

"She'll be fine, Joel." Your hand landed on his chest, pushing him backwards on the couch in an attempt to get him to relax. Ellie smiled to you thanking you for lending her a helping hand and reassuring her paranoid father.

"Why don't you take your sister with you?"

Oh my god, how could he miss the point?

"Sarah will be fine here with us. Anyway, it's not good for her to go out in this weather, this morning I noticed her a little cold. We'll have dinner and then we can play some board games with her." You said and Joel seemed convinced. You flashed him a small smile and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"I'm leaving." Ellie chirped.

"You call me if you need anything." Joel reminded her before the girl walked out the door.

Joel leaned back on the couch and you went back to hug him. You sighed and you rubbed your face against his chest and covered yourself with the blanket, overwhelmed by teenage love.

"They're so cute together." You mentioned.

Joel hummed and put his arm around your body again. You frowned and you lifted your head from his chest to look at him.

"What happens?" You lifted your head from his chest to look at him.

"I don't know, I just– I don't like this."

"You don't like what?"

"Ellie not talking to us about it."

You relaxed again, sighing and letting your head fall on his chest again. You thought he meant something else.

"I don't think she feels the need to do it, Joel. She knows we know and she knows we are perfectly okay with it, aren't we?" You asked him, squinting your eyes and he looked at you, offended.

"Of course we are. I'm not that old and she's my kid."

You giggled, kissing his lips again. "I was just kidding. What is it that you don't like then?"

"She never talks about how she feels, and kids at this age are mean."

"Oh, and you don't think she's tough enough?"

"She is, but– I would like her to talk to us sometime."

"Joel, I'm sure that if she was struggling with something she'd tell us. Or Sarah would let us know. They talk a lot, they're good sisters, they have each other's back. Besides, do you want her to talk to you about girls? Do you want Sarah to talk to you about boys?"

Joel pressed his lips together, that didn't seem like a good idea to him. He fixed his posture on the couch. "I want to meet that Riley."

"Oh, she's great." You added, getting comfortable, thinking that the dad complaints were over when Joel sat up straight again. You rolled your eyes, what was it now?

"She's great? What do you mean by that? Do you know her already?"

"Of course I know her. Every time I go pick up Ellie from her house she comes out to say hello. She's so nice."

"She just waves at me from the doorway..." Joel mumbled.

"That's because you're scary, baby." You kissed his cheek.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are dad." Sarah said coming down the stairs. You smiled at her, glad to see her out of her room but Joel was still shocked that you both found him scaring. "I like Riley too, she's cool."

"Wait you know her too? Am I the only one who doesn't know her yet?"

You and Sarah shared a look.

"To be fair I haven't had a conversation with her for more than five minutes."

"Yeah, and I've only seen her a couple of times."

You answered him to take some of the weight off the issue, but Joel huffed. He thought that Ellie was a dad's girl and the thought of not being his favorite and seeing her growup and start keeping things from him was truly annoying him.

"Come sit with us, let me know that at least one of my two daughters loves me. We'll have dinner in a minute." Joel made place for Sarah between you two.

"No, thanks, I don't want to know what's going on under that blanket."

"Oh I'm hella' sure you don't." Joel teased Sarah by slowly moving on top of you while hiding his face in the crook of your neck, smirking after Sarah's fake retching and you squirming from the tickling of his beard.

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“You Just Have to Copy Everything I Do”

Art x Patrick x Reader

Summary: Patrick finds out some big news and looks to his best friend for advice.

Dad!Art + Dad!Patrick

A lot had happened since Lily was born it had been about five months. Patrick had purposed to y/f/n last month. It was soon but when he knows something he knows it. Patrick was crazy about her. You and art also loved her of course. The four of you would often spend time together, go on double dates or hang out at your house, they both adored Lily, you couldn’t blame them.

Tonight you had a little get together planned with Patrick and his fiancé just dinner and maybe a card game or a movie after Lily was down for the night. Art was finishing getting Lily I’m her pajamas and rocking her to sleep when you heard the doorbell ring, it was a little early but you didn’t mind you went to answer but it was only Patrick. A pale distressed looking Patrick, leaning against the doorframe. Before you could say anything he opened his mouth

“Hey, Um can I talk to Art?” He said a little shaken up. You didn’t ask any questions you just hoped he was okay this was weird

“Yeah he’s with Lily let me go grab him” you said

“Wait I mean if he’s putting her to bed I can jus-“

“Patrick it’s okay I’ll go get him.” You smiled, you knew this was serious, you could finish your daughters night routine.

You walked into the nursery and saw Art in the rocking chair with Lily fast asleep in his arms with a blanket and her pacifier.

“Babe Patrick’s here he needs to talk to you.” You whispered to not wake the baby

“He can wait a minute” Art said looking down at his daughter peacefully. This was Arts version of heaven

“Art you should go now I think he needs you” you told him, Art looked up then got the message. Standing up taking Lily with him

“Alright but I’m taking my baby with. We didn’t get our full cuddle time” he said leaving the room quickly kissing you in passing as you chucked at him.

Art came out into the dimly lit living room where Patrick was sitting.

“This better be good” Art said sitting across from his best friend, adjusting Lily so she was laying in his arms. He expected Patrick to say something stupid

“She’s pregnant.” He said immediately staring at the wall. Arts mouth opened in shock

“Y/f/n?” He asked knowing the answer. Patrick nodded slowly

“And are you guys… happy?” Art carefully asked a little shocked. Patrick looked at Art then Lily then back at Art, he waited a minute

“I don’t know. We’re getting married, and I love her. I really love her. I just- I don’t-“ he tried to find the words but couldn’t

“Your terrified.” Art finished

“Yeah. I mean we talked about having kids in the future but I didn’t think it would be right now” Patrick breathed out “we aren’t married we don’t have a house we haven’t talked about what to do when the baby is born” Patrick fell back leaning on the couch his hand on his eyes

“You guys will figure it out. Pat you’ve never really been a traditional guy and you love her and she loves you that’s all that really matters. As long as you have each other’s backs it will be fine” Art told him

“I don’t want to mess this up Art. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me you know? “

“Yeah I do. It’s scary. I know it was a little different with me and y/n but Jesus Patrick I was scared shitless” Art said letting out a small laugh thinking back on the time he first found out he was gonna be a dad.

“Are you still scared?” Patrick asked looking at the sleeping baby

“Cmon of course I’m still scared. Everyday. But Patrick trust me it’s all worth it, when they look at you and grab your finger, it’s like nothing else matters. It’s scary but you figure it out as you go. Just the other day Lily had a cold and we had no idea what to do. We had to call my mom and she almost flew in because we were so freaked out… I know you don’t have the best relationship with your parents but me and y/n are right here. We’ve already done this we can help.” He told his best friend meaning every word. Patrick smiled at Art “I’ve known you forever and I know your gonna be fine. You’ll be a great dad Pat… mabye not as good as me but good.” He joked making Patrick chuckle.

“Thanks man.”

“You know this will kind of be fun our kids can be best friends and grow up together now.” Art said relizing that this might just be perfect.

“Yeah I guess so. Lilys gonna have a new best friend pretty soon” Patrick smiled looking at his niece. Patrick stood up and Art followed

“You just have to copy everything I do don’t you Zweig” Art smirked. Patrick rolled his eyes smiling.

“I gotta get back to y/f/n.” Patrick said heading for the door.

“Yeah remember it’s scary for you but it’s a lot more scary for her” Art told Patrick, patrick agreed then left Arts house. Art smiled to himself thinking about how much he and his friend had grown up, now they were both gonna have kids. He didn’t know if Patrick would settle down but now he’s having a baby and getting married. Art looked at Lily and laughed a little

“Uncle Patrick is giving you a friend champ, can you believe it” he kissed Lily’s head and brought her to her crib.

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Ouija Board (Tate Langdon x Reader)

Summary: You have a sleepover at your new house, and your friend decides to bring out your Ouija board. But, you’re all teenage girls, so the questions are completely unhinged and un-serious. But, the ghost you’re talking to takes full advantage of the situation. It’s a perfect opportunity, he’s been watching for you weeks. You’re living in his room, afterall.

warnings: 2.9k words -- self insert! female receiving. shameless smut. post-death Tate, ghost sex, cunnilingus, handjob, rough sex, unprotected sex, mention of ghosts/death.

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It was the third week in the new house.

It was the first time that you actually felt at home. Somehow, you’d managed to make two friends from school, which was equally as shocking to you as it was to your parents. In previous schools, you’d always been on the outskirts, bored stiff at the idea of socialising. When you’d announced to your dad at dinner that you’d actually braved the choppy shores of friendship, he’d nearly choked on his coffee.

“That’s wonderful! Why don’t you invite them over for dinner tonight?” Your mom asked, setting her mug down on the table. You rocked your foot back and forth, mulling over the idea. Previously, your days off from school had been spent unpacking and checking around corners, listening to the creaking and whining of an old house.

Your mother was delighted with its age, commenting on the Tiffany glass and wood — but you felt things that had rotted underneath the wood. Things that whispered when your back was turned, or lingered in the kitchen when you went for a glass of water in the middle of the night.

“Okay, sure.”  

So that night, instead of flicking the light switch off in your bathroom and making a beeline for your bedroom, you sat on the floor with Jessica, Angie, a dish of pizza rolls and three glasses of grape soda.

You swallowed the mouthful, and nodded. “No, I’m serious. This house is weird. The first week I was here, in the kitchen… I saw a blonde lady with a hole in the back of her head.”

Jessica snapped the book she was leafing through, and turned. “I bet she was murdered. Don’t you have an Ouija board?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, pointing towards the bookcase. “Never used it, though.”

“You’re going to. This is much more fun than going to Town Hall and asking for records on previous owners. Sometimes, they don’t include death certificates — which is obviously what everyone is interested in. That’s the good stuff.” It took all of three minutes for Jessica to set it up. In unison, the three of you delicately placed two fingers on the planchette.

“Okay… so, what do we ask?”

You chewed on the inside of your lip, thinking.

“Is there anyone here with us?” You blurted out.

The planchette skidded to life, circling in the middle of the board. You’d seen it happen in movies, but the actual sensation was an unsettling one. YES. You all exchanged looks, searching for any guilty expressions — but it seemed that none of you had opted to play any tricks. The planchette had moved by itself.

“Did you die here?” Angie asked.

YES.

Jessica gasped. “Ooooh, what if it’s a cute ghost boy like in Casper? Can I keep you?”  

Completely enrapt with the idea, she turned her attention to the board, and asked, “Is the spirit in this room male?”

YES.

“Well, that rules out Miss Hole in her Head.” You cleared your throat, focusing on the printed letters. “Have you been the one in my room every night?”

“The one in your room every night?!” Jessica hissed, shooting a pointed look at you. You shrugged apologetically. Angie, who was visibly uneasy with the entire idea, almost fell backwards when the spirit answered.

YES.

“Oh my god!?” Jessica hung her head between her arms, laughing. “It’s probably some old grandpa with a shrimp dick, let’s be real here.”

“Bet. I’ll find out. Do you have a big dick, Mr. Ghost?” You asked.

Again, the planchette zipped to YES. Whoever he was, he didn’t hesitate. Cute. The three of you howled, laughing at the ridiculousness of the question. Angie desperately tried to redirect the conversation by asking the ghost what it wanted. The planchette spelled out HER.

Jessica lifted her fingers, and Angie screeched at her to return them. “If you don’t say goodbye, the spirit will have an open invitation to come into you!”

“To come!?” Jessica mocked. “To come into me?! Oh, the horror — don’t come into me! Pull out first, Ghost.”

Angie scowled. “You’re so gross.”

As they bickered, you stared at the planchette. It was still active, despite Angie and Jessica’s attention being pulled away. It quivered back and forth, as though it was shaking nervously.  

Once Jessica’s wandering mind had been reigned back in, the three of you managed a few more more questions; some about murder, some about occult, and some about other ghosts in the house. Eventually, the sun disappeared from your window, plunging your room into darkness, and your mother called the three of you down to eat. Your friends stayed for about an hour after dinner, and they’d seemingly forgotten about the Ouija board. You hadn’t, though. You leaned your back against the door, the coldness of the glass piercing through your cotton shirt. Your eyes trailed up the staircase, following the bend of the bannister as it curved to the left. Before you made your way upstairs to ready yourself for bed, you craned your neck down the hall, trying to listen for the whispers.

~

You sat upright in your bed, gasping for air. The book clutched in your hand fell to the floor with a thud. You hadn’t even really remembered falling asleep, but the creak of your floorboards had woken you up. You were met with nothing but the silence and glittering darkness of the room while your eyes adjusted. Eventually, the speckles turned into furniture pieces; your dresser, your mirror, your bookcase… everything seemed in order. The clock on your bedside table incessantly blinked 2:34 AM.

Something skidded across the floor, a spinning blur of tan and black. You yelped, throwing yourself up against your headboard. Your room was silent save for that sound of something hard scooting against a flat surface. You took a deep breath, and crept forward gingerly, wincing each time your mattress creaked.

You gripped the edge of your bed frame tightly, knuckles paling. You peered over. In the middle of the floor where you’d been sitting earlier, the Ouija board was laid out. The planchette swept across the board as it had earlier, but this time with no hands to guide it. It zipped across the board aggressively, as though it was trying to get your attention.

“Hello?”

The triangle paused, then slowly drifted to hello.

Dumbfounded, your mouth opened and closed. You were at a loss — because no horror movie had ever given you any idea how to politely hold a conversation with a spirit outside of the traditional setting.

“Um…. can I… help you? Are you here to possess me?”

Stupid. That was stupid.

Watching as the planchette swept across the board, you read the letters allowed.

“L…A…Y…. Lay? Lay. Okay. B…A…C…K? Lay back?” You waited for further confirmation, but the planchette stayed still for a moment.

It started spinning again, quickly spelling out a final instruction. “Close my eyes. Lay back and close my…. eyes.”

You heaved a sigh, and against your better judgement, you did. You shimmied back underneath the covers, pulling them up to your chest, and waited. The seconds were excruciating, and you were sure some horror movie had to have started like this.  

The duvet rustled at the bottom of the bed, and all at once, a gust of cold air hit your feet. The mattress gave to the weight of someone, and you yelped at the feeling of clothed shoulders nestling in between your thighs.

A broad hand ghosted across your stomach, fiddling the scalloped edge of your pyjama shorts. It swooped into your inner thigh, then circled down along your knee. Though the actions were soft, you couldn’t help but feel the knot forming in your stomach. Letting out a soft whimper, you bit your lip, clamping down hard. One hand slid up, caressing the curve of your ribs. You writhed. “You’re driving me insane…” you whispered harshly. Had you really been that touch starved? 

Lips hovered over your inner thigh, the hot breath washing over the warm skin. A single finger ran along the inside, trailing further and further up. He slowed as he neared you, wordlessly asking for permission. 

“Please,” you begged, doing everything you could not to scoot your hips down into him and embarrass yourself any further. “Please…” 

He continued. The pad of his finger floated over you, stroking, teasing until the wetness soaked through the threads. The hands disappeared, but only to return to the sides, where they gripped the waistband, tugging them softly off your hips.

You took a deep breath and immediately clamped your hand over your mouth, muffling the shrill whine that tried to escape. Whoever he was, lapped at your cunt like it was a melting ice cream cone, and it didn’t take long for it to start weeping, soaking the green sheets beneath you.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, and your eyelids fluttered, overwhelmed with the sensation. Everything was white and on fire. Your thighs trembled deep within the muscle with every flick of his tongue. Were you really getting eaten out by a ghost? Was that actually happening? You felt silly acknowledging that. His tongue flattened out against your clit and you let out a whine, erasing every other thought. He pressed his face deeper into your wet folds, tongue flicking at the underside of your clit.

“Fffffuck, oh my god.”

You had to know. You swallowed, and tightened your lips into a thin line. You were ready for whatever horrifying visual would meet you. With one final surge of courage, you flipped the covers up, opened your eyes and gazed into the tented darkness. A head of soft, blonde curls bobbed softly between your legs.

“HELLO?!” It wasn’t a greeting, but the boy lifted his head from your cunt. Two dark eyes glimmered at you from beneath the duvet.

“Hey,” he said, chin glistening. “I’m Tate. I used to live here.”

“You’re so…. cute?”

He smiled crookedly, the dimples in his cheek deepening. “Were you expecting Freddy Krueger or something?”

Your head fell back on the pillow like an anvil and a breathy laugh broke your pants. “Yeah, maybe. Jesus Christ…. I don’t know. I’ve never had a ghost between my legs.”

“You liked it. You’re so wet.” He was pleased with himself, you could tell. Reaching one finger up to stroke your opening, he angled his head to watch the way you clenched and squirmed at his touch.

“Was I… were you the one I was talking to with my friends?” He nodded. He shifted his weight, manoeuvring himself up until he was above you, supporting himself with hands on either side of your neck.

“I’ve been watching you since you moved in, Y/N… I didn’t want to scare you away.” He confessed, searching your face. “I’ve wanted you for weeks.”  

You were scrambling to keep your thoughts in one manageable bundle. On one hand, this scenario was insane and you were sick to be enjoying it. On the other… sure, he was dead, but he was easily one of the cutest boys you’d ever seen and the way he wanted you was intoxicating. His dark eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, wordlessly asking for permission. You craned your neck up to meet him, pressing into his plush, pink lips.

You’d never been one of those boy crazy teenagers, but you understood the cathartic release that sex brought. It was carnal and natural. You’d only ever slept with one other person, so the hunger was never sated, and you were left quietly fingering yourself after your parents fell asleep. Every time you’d had the chance to have made out with someone though, you tasted them. Deeply. Kissing someone released their scent, the one that only intimate partners got. And none of them had ever been as heady and addictive as Tate was. You tilted your head to get further into his waiting mouth, swirling your tongue with his. You whimpered, sending a moan down his throat.

You reached under, sliding your hands down his stomach. The tiniest trail of hair guided you to the waistband of his jeans, where you made quick work of the buttons. Breaking the kiss only to help with scooting his jeans over the curve of his ass, Tate quickly returned his lips against yours, his tongue moving past your lips eagerly.

Although you were going in blind, it wasn’t difficult to find his cock. Not only did it take up most of the space between you two, but it was hot to the touch, the heat radiating from beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. You pressed your hand against him, getting an idea for the length.

“Huh. So, you weren’t lying about that.” Tate’s hips ground against your palm in response. You reached up, flipping the elastic down so you could slip your hand in, dragging your fingers along the soft tip. Your palm was immediately slick with his precum; the thick fluid coated the soft skin. You used your thumb to smear some of it to the underside of the head, teasing at the ridges. He groaned, burying his face into your neck.

“I didn’t lie about anything you asked me.”

You began stroking him underneath the sheets in slow, full movements and Tate’s breathing hitched, hips bucking forward involuntarily. You sped up, feeling warm droplets dribble onto your exposed tummy. Your thumb pressed into the squishy flesh of his head, not expecting the reaction that followed.

“Mm-uh—please. Please, I want you. Please.” He was begging, whining, and his big brown eyes were filled with a pathetic yearning that made your walls soak even further.

“So do it.”

He wasted no time in completing your demand. He sat up, the covers falling off his back.Tate gripped himself, giving his cock a few pumps before he lined himself up, pressing his hot, leaking tip into your entrance. Snatching the opportunity from him, you bucked your hips up to his, forcing his cock inside. You clenched around him hungrily and Tate let out a throaty whine as he pushed the remaining length into you.

He started out slow, taking his time as he slid in and out of you, but the slick pull of your walls each time he slid out unravelled his concentration. Each thrust seemed a little more desperate than the last, his balls slapping against you, splashing the mixture of his spit and your cum against your inner thighs. Bottoming out inside of you, he arched his neck backwards, letting it hang heavy. “Are you a virgin?”

“Wha — no.” You breathed, adjusting your head on the pillow to look at him. Odd question to ask in the middle of the deed. “Why?”

Tate swallowed, and between pants, said, “Because…. you’re so wet.” He dropped forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His cock was still inside, the girth hitting you at a new angle, and the fullness made your stomach clench.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, okay? Tell me if I’m hurting you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You nodded fervidly, and slithered your hands underneath his sweat-soaked shirt until it gathered. Tate lifted his arms, and allowed you to slip the shirt over them. You tossed it towards the edge of the bed, and raked your nails along his naked chest.

“Please.” It was your turn to beg. Tate backed his hips out, pulling himself from your warmth. “I want it.”

He dropped back down to his hands, getting a tight grip on the mattress behind you. His lips met yours again, hungrily. It provided only a momentary distraction, because the second that Tate started pounding into you, you could focus on nothing else — except suppressing your aroused screams. He scooted closer to you on the bed, angling himself to get deeper.

He was hitting every spot he could, and your breaths quickened as he fucked you closer to the edge. You bit down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut. He had just started, and you were already about to lose it.

“Are you gonna’ cum? Huh?” Tate asked, now struggling to keep his rhythm. If you were close, he seemed to be closer — and you didn’t feel so bad. Tate reached down, pulling himself out to slide the tip of his cock over your clit a few times before stuffing it back in. Your lips parted in a soundless scream as you felt the unmistakable warmth filling you, the quivering in your legs, and the desperate, spasming arch of your back.

“Fuck, fuck,” Tate chanted, feeling your orgasm as it gripped him in a wet, pulsing chokehold. “Fuck!”

As he spilled into you, Tate fell atop of your body, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours. His hips were on autopilot, erratically bucking with each gush. You winced, on the verge of overstimulation. Gradually, his thrusts slowed.  

He flopped over on the side of you, one hand stroking the outside of your thigh delicately. He was gazing at you dreamily when you turned to face him.

“So, do I have to bring out the Ouija board each time I want to see you?”

Tate propped his head up on his hand. “You want to see me again?”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, a taunting smile curling around your swollen lips. “Uhhh… yeah.”

“I can be here every night if you want.” He purred.

“Haven’t you been anyway? Or did you lie about that?”

Tate’s brows pulled upwards, looking hurt. “I told you — I didn’t lie about anything! I’d never lie to you!”

“Okay, shh —“ You silenced him with your lips. “I’ll be right back. I have to pee.”

For the first time since you’d moved in, you weren’t afraid of ghosts as you walked to the bathroom. You were just afraid that the one in your bedroom would be gone when you got back.

He wasn’t, though.

[allthingsfangirl101]

The Reason I Quit – Steve Harrington

I held the test in my shaking hands as I went over the possibilities of how he could react to this. Sure, Steve and I have been dating for two years and are in love. We've even talked about spending the rest of our lives together. But this is big.

About six months ago, Steve and I moved into his parents' house. They moved to California after the "earthquake". When they moved, Steve begged me to move in with him and I did.

This changes things now. A baby changes our situation.

I looked at the clock on the wall and took a shaky breath. Steve would be home in a little over an hour. Which meant all I had to do was distract myself until he got home. To do this, I cleaned as much of the house as I could. Before I knew it, the front door opened and closed.

"Y/N?" Steve called out from the front door. "Where are you, baby?"

I cringed at the last word. I walked out of the laundry room, nervously playing with my hands. I headed downstairs, holding my breath as I waited for Steve to come into view.

"There you are," he smiled. He walked over, took me in his arms, and pressed his lips to mine. He broke the kiss when he realized I wasn't kissing him back.

"What's wrong, gorgeous?" He asked as he studied me.

"I umm. . . I'm just not feeling that well today," I whimped out. Steve reached forward and felt my forehead.

"You don't have a fever," he noted. "Any nausea? Dizziness? Have you been able to eat anything today?"

"Just some crackers," I said honestly. "I feel like I have a rock in my stomach."

"How about this," he started to suggest with a smile on his face, "we order some soup from our favorite diner. I'll run you a bubble bath while we wait. When the food gets here, we'll sit on the couch and watch your favorite comfort movie. Then we'll retire early and you can fall asleep as I rub your back."

"I love you," I sighed.

"I love you too, gorgeous," he said with a small chuckle. "Let's get your bath started and then I'll order dinner."

* * * * *

I didn't tell him.

We went through the night just like he said and I fell asleep with the secret looming over me. The next day he went to work and I snuck to the doctor. Luckily, she didn't ask me who the father was, but she did clarify that I was pregnant. After she confirmed it, I knew I needed to tell Steve.

To keep myself calm while waiting for Steve to come home, I put my feet in the jacuzzi. I didn't bother to go inside and greet him when he got home. I knew he'd find me. He always did.

"Hey, gorgeous," Steve said as he walked over. "You feeling any better?"

"A little," I shrugged as he kicked off his shoes and sat next to me. I smiled when he reached over and felt my forehead. "I didn't have a temperature yesterday and I still don't have one today."

I giggled when he leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Just checking," he smirked as he pulled away. "Are you sure you're alright? You've been acting kinda strange lately."

"Just worried," I stuttered.

"Baby," he sighed, "we got rid of Vecna. It's been safe for almost a year now."

"I know," I said slowly. "I'm still. . ."

"Hey," he whispered, scooting closer to me. "You know I'll protect you from anything that comes our way. I love you, Y/N. Nothing is going to change that."

I really hoped he meant that.

"I love you too, Steve."

A little while later, we were still by the pool, but we were sitting in the pool chairs. I subconsciously placed my hands delicately on my stomach.

"I'm gonna have a cigarette," Steve sighed as he pulled one out and lit it. Without looking, he handed me the container. He looked over at me when he noticed me not taking one. "You're not?"

"No," I said slowly. He lowered his hand as he studied me.

"Is everything okay, babe?" He asked, his voice soft.

"I need to tell you something," I whispered. He placed his cigarette in the ashtray on the small table between our beach chairs. He turned toward me and grabbed my hands, turning me toward him.

"Talk to me, gorgeous," he whispered.

"I don't want you to be angry," I admitted under my breath.

"I promise I won't get angry," Steve said instantly with a small smile on his face. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "What's on your mind, gorgeous?"

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out, making Steve's hand freeze inches from my face. He stared at me as he slowly lowered his hand.

"Are you. . . Really?" He whispered. I bit back my tears as I nodded. With the hand that he had frozen in the air, Steve reached forward and caught a tear that had escaped. His voice softened as he asked, "Why are you crying, my love?"

"What are you thinking?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"I'm thinking how absolutely amazing this is," he chuckled.

"Really?"

"Of course," he said, his smile falling as he finally dropped his hand. "Why wouldn't I be happy? We've been together for two years, in love for most of that. We've talked about spending the rest of our lives together. Y/N, you're the love of my life and you're pregnant with someone that I'm gonna love just as much as I love you."

"It changes our plan," I whispered.

"I know that," he nodded. "But all it changes is now we're adding one other person to our future. That's an amazing thing."

"But Hawkins. . . A lot of crazy things have happened here in the past five years."

"And we will protect our child from all of it," he said instantly. "Or we could move away."

"You'd really move away from Hawkins? From those kids?"

"For you and our child? I'd go anywhere and do anything for our family."

I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile as he started kissing me back. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. He looked away and grabbed his lit cigarette. I watched as he put it out.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm quitting."

"But. . ."

"You're not smoking because it's dangerous for the baby," he pointed out the obvious. "I'm not smoking anymore because I want to show you that we're on the same team."

I smiled as he stood up and pulled me with him. He started to walk inside but stopped when he noticed I hadn't moved.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"What if I can't do this?" I asked under my breath. Steve instantly pulled me into his chest.

"You can do this," he reassured. "You are going to be an amazing mother, Y/N."

"I'm scared," I whispered into his shirt. I felt him take a slow breath.

"I know, gorgeous," he whispered back. He pulled out of the hug and smiled down at me. "To be honest, I am too. But that's okay. We've got each other. And this amazing, awesome, badass baby has both of us. We're in this together. Every step of the way."

Masterlist

[winchesterwild78]

The Ranch pt 3

Master List

Characters: Jensen-cowboy, single dad, x Reader-city girl moved to country to get away from it all

Warnings/Theme: Masturbation, SMUT!, Angst, heartbreak, language

A/N: A short little story featuring our favorite green eyed cowboy, not an actor in this, lives on a ranch in Texas, is a widower with 3 kids. Reader is a city girl who moves to the country to get away from her ex and start a new life. She takes a job on the ranch and things develop between her and the cowboy. Internal dialogue in italics.

So much love and thanks to @cheynovak for the idea. ♥️ All work is my own. No disrespect to anyone, this is a work of fiction. Real names are used, but again this is a work of fiction. Do not take my work

*Hold on y’all this chapter is a rollercoaster*

Minors DNI 18+

*Time Jump 5 Months* 

“Come on kids, you’re going to be late for school.” You called from the front door. It was raining so you decided to drive them today. 

Jensen was getting a later start today. You noticed he hadn’t been sleeping well and when you tried to talk to him he just told you it was nothing. 

Your heart ached. The two of you were doing good and taking things slow. You’ve kissed and made out, but haven’t had sex yet. Clif had caught you two in the hayloft about a month ago making out like two teenagers. You turned three shades of red and Jensen just laughed. 

You and the kids were getting closer. Arrow was opening up more and more, and every night you heard her talking to Dee. 

The five of you were comfortable, like a family. Dinner together every night, movie nights, game nights. The house is constantly filled with laughter and lots of love. 

Your relationship with Jensen was growing too. You finally could admit to yourself you were in love with him. The two of you hadn’t said it to each other, yet, but you still felt it. 

You took the kids to school and drove back home. When you opened the door you noticed the house was silent. A little too silent in your opinion. 

You called for Jensen but he didn’t answer. Climbing the stairs, you continued to call his name. Still no answer. Then you heard a noise. It was coming from his bedroom. 

The door was slightly opened and you peeked in. You still didn’t see him, but you heard the noise again. It sounded like he was in pain. 

You saw his bathroom door was slightly cracked so you walked over. Just as you were about to knock you heard the sound again and then saw Jensen standing over the sink. 

You gasped and he saw you. He turned red. “Oh my God, Jensen. I’m so sorry.” You bolted from his room and went to yours, closing the door. You fell on your bed, face flush with embarrassment and arousal. 

You had walked in on Jensen masturbating. Jensen threw on some clothes, went to your room, taking a deep breath he knocked. 

“Sweetheart, can I come in?” You sat up, “yes.” Jensen walked in and saw you sitting on the bed. “Jensen, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have just walked in your room. I heard you and I thought you were hurt.” Jensen placed his finger on your lip, “Shhh, it’s okay. It’s a natural part of life, and I was a little worked up after our make-out session last night.” He smirked at you. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Jens.” You hung your head. You wanted to take the next step with him, your body craved him, but you weren’t sure if he was ready. “Hey, don’t be. I want to be with you, I just know we talked about not rushing this.” You looked at Jensen and smiled, “I want to be with you too, very much.” 

Jensen’s green eyes turned dark with lust and need, he cupped your face and crashed his lips to yours. You moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. Laying you back on the bed, Jensen’s hands roamed your body. 

His hands made their way down to your pants, he looked up at you, “You sure, sweetheart?” “Yes, Jensen, I want you.” Jensen pulled your pants and panties off, exposing your dripping wet folds. You leaned up and pulled off your shirt and took off your bra. Jensen bit his lip looking at your naked form. “God you’re beautiful.”

You blushed and tried to pull the blanket on you. “No, don’t.” Jensen said stopping you. He removed his clothes and as his hard length sprang free you bit your lip. He was larger than you’d had and you were a little nervous. “It’s okay, I’ll be gentle.” He smirked. 

His hands went between your legs, parting them. He kissed up your thighs and over to your folds. Using his fingers he parted them, feeling how wet you were. Jensen leaned down, put your legs over his shoulders and started to lick and suck on your clit like a starved man. 

You moaned and wiggled under him, calling his name and chasing your release. You felt yourself get close. God he was so damn talented with his tongue. “Fuck, Jensen. I’m gonna cum!” You pulled his head further into your cunt, bucking your hips as he lapped at your swollen clit. As you came you screamed and moaned. He kept licking, getting every last bit out of you, until you were a moaning, shaking mess. 

As he leaned up and kissed you, he smirked at the look on your face. “Holy fuck, Jensen. That was amazing.” He smiled. You felt his hard member on your thigh. Reaching into the bedside table, you pulled out a condom and handed it to him.

“Are you sure? We can stop now darlin’. We don’t have to go any further.” “Yes, Jensen, I’m sure. Are you sure? Are you ready for this?” “More than ready.” He opened the condom and put it on. Positioning himself between your legs he lined himself up and you felt the bulbous tip of his cock pushing into your entrance. 

He lifted your legs as he pushed in slowly. You moaned with pleasure. Jensen pushed all the way in and you both moaned loudly. Your walls stretched around his cock. He fit perfectly inside you and filled you up. 

Jensen’s head buried in the crook of your neck, trying to steady himself so he didn’t cum yet. “God, you feel incredible.” He kissed your lips as he started to move. The sounds of moans and pleasure filled the room. Jensen started to move faster, as your body got used to his length. 

Your hands grabbed his shoulders, your nails leaving crescent moon shapes on his skin. “Oh yes! Jensen, you feel so good. Keep going baby.” Jensen moaned as he felt your walls clenching around him, “Oh yeah, just like that. Oh Dee!” 

You froze. When the realization hit you, you pushed him off of you and ran to the bathroom, locking and closing the door. Jensen jumped out of the bed, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Please open the door.” 

You grabbed your robe and put it on. Leaning against the door you slid down it and sobbed. Jensen was on the other side, knocking and begging for you to open up. He could hear your sobs and it broke his heart. 

He ran his hands through his hair in a frustrated huff. Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me?! I just called out Dee’s name. He knocked again, “Please baby, open up. I’m so sorry.” “Jensen, please go, please just leave me alone.” 

Jensen grabbed his clothes and left the room. He went back to his room and got dressed. He didn’t mean to call out Dee’s name. He wasn’t thinking about her, only you and him at that moment. It didn’t make sense. 

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of the front door closing. He ran to the window in time to see your car driving up the driveway. 

Jensen grabbed his phone and tried to call you but you didn’t answer. He left a message “Baby, please come home. I’m so sorry. Please let’s talk about this.” 

You were driving towards town crying. You ignored his calls and messages. You had no idea what to say to him. You were hurt and angry. More angry at yourself than anyone. You opened up to another man only to have your heart broken. 

You never wanted or desired to replace Dee, but you’d hoped you could have a part of his heart too. Now you weren’t so sure. 

You pulled into the diner and walked in. Taking a seat at the back booth. The waitress, Mary, came over and took your drink order. You sat staring at your phone. Mary came back with your drink and asked for your order. You weren’t hungry, but you ordered a sandwich to go. 

You read through the messages from Jensen. 

Jensen: Baby, please call me or text me. I’m worried about you. 

Jensen: I’m so sorry. I swear I wasn’t thinking about her. 

Jensen: Baby please

Jensen: I understand if you don’t want to talk to me, but please let me know you’re okay. 

You took a deep breath and sent him a text. 

You: I’m okay. I just need time. I’m sorry. 

Jensen: Oh thank god. I’m glad you’re okay. Please come home. I promise I’ll give you space. 

You: I’m sorry, I can’t. 

Jensen sat looking at his phone and tears fell. He was devastated. He knew this was his fault and he had no idea how to fix this. 

Clif walked into the house looking for Jensen. “Hey, Jensen. Where are you buddy?” Clif called through the house. 

He found Jensen sitting at the table, phone in his hand and crying. “What happened? Where’s Y/N?” Jensen looked at Clif. His green eyes, bloodshot and full of tears, “She’s gone. It’s my fault. Damnit, Clif I fucked up.” Clif sat down and put his hand on Jensen’s shoulder, “What happened?” 

Jensen told Clif everything. Clif was quiet and listened. “Clif, I don’t know how to fix this. I’m in love with her. I can’t lose her too.” 

Clif knew. He’d known both of you loved each other, but neither one of you would say it. “You need to tell her that. Trust me, it’ll help.” 

Jensen’s eyes met Clif’s, “Are you sure?” Clif nodded. “I don’t know where she is.” “Just drive towards town. Maybe you’ll find her. I’ll try to call her too.” Jensen hugged Clif, grabbed his keys and left the house, heading towards town. 

Clif pulled out his phone and called you. You answered, “Hey Clif.” You spoke softly. “Hey, sweet pea. Jensen told me what happened. Are you okay?” Tears fell, “No I’m not. I’m in love with him and I don’t know how to feel right now.” “I understand. Your feelings are valid and you deserve to be heard. Just talk to him, please. He’s on his way to town to find you. He’s a mess, Y/N. Where are you?” “I’m at the diner. I’ll talk to him. Thanks Clif.” 

Clif hung up and called Jensen, telling him where you were. About 10 minutes later Jensen walked into the diner. 

He looked around and found you. His eyes were bloodshot and you could tell he had been crying. You wanted to throw your arms around him and hold him. 

He walked over to your table, “Hey sweetheart, I’m so glad to see you. Can I sit down?” You nodded and he sat. 

He took your hand in his and rubbed the back with his thumb. “Baby I’m so sorry. I can’t say it enough. I swear I want you, I’ve wanted you. You’re the only other person I’ve been with. I have no idea why I called her name. You felt amazing. Please don’t leave me, I love you.” You gasped and your eyes shot up to meet his. “You what?” “I love you, Y/N, so much.” “Oh Jensen, I love you too.” 

Jensen stood and pulled you into his arms and his lips crashed on yours. The two of you melted into each other’s arms and everyone around you just disappeared. 

“Baby I swear I’m so sorry.” You touched his face, “I know, Jensen. I know you are.” 

“Come on sweetheart, let’s go home.” You nodded, paid your bill and walked out hand in hand with Jensen. He kissed you again and opened your car door and you got in. “See you at home, Jens.” He smiled and climbed in his truck and the two of you headed home. 

The two of you arrived back home and as soon as you got out of the car, Jensen’s arms were around you pulling you tight. 

Clif walked out and smiled at you two. “Glad to see you, sweet pea.” “Thanks Clif, for everything.” He nodded and walked toward the horse barn. 

Jensen placed his hand on the small of your back and led you inside. Once inside you carried your stuff upstairs and to your room. Jensen stood at your door and watched you. 

“See something you like, cowboy?” He smirked and crossed the room, “I see someone I love.” You smiled and your breath hitched. 

“I could get used to hearing you say that.” “Good, because I’m not going to stop saying it.” You smiled and kissed his lips. “I love you, Jensen. I’m sorry I left and didn’t stay to talk to you. I was hurt and angry. I gave you my heart, and I felt in that moment I could never have yours. I promise I won’t ever leave again if we have an issue. I want to stay and work it out.” 

“Honey, you have nothing to apologize for. It was an intimate moment, one we both wanted for awhile and I called someone else’s name out. Anyone else would have left too. I promise I’ll stay and talk things out too. You have my heart, sweetheart. I love you and I’m all in.” 

You cupped his face and kissed his lips. He pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. You moaned into his mouth and your hand brushed against his jeans. You could feel his arousal. As your hand brushed over him, he growled, causing your thighs to clench. 

The need for each other was growing stronger. Jensen’s lips trailed down your neck, kissing and sucking your pulse point. Your head dropped back and you moaned his name. “Oh Jensen, baby. I need you.” 

Jensen stopped and looked at you, “Are you sure? We don’t have to.” “Yes, please. I want to feel you again. I need to feel you.” 

Jensen walked over, closed and locked the door. Kicking off his shoes as he crossed the room. His shirt went flying and you giggled as he walked towards you like a predator with his prey. 

“You have too many clothes on, darlin’” he said as he pulled you to him. You kicked off your shoes and started taking off your clothes. 

Jensen grabbed you, kissed your lips, picked you up and dropped you on the bed. You bounced and giggled. Jensen’s hands ran up your body, he was sucking and licking your breasts. 

You felt your slick between your legs. “Jensen, please. I need you now.” “Yes ma’am” Jensen grabbed a condom, slid it on and positioned himself between your legs. “You ready, Y/N?” You shook your head yes. 

Jensen grabbed your hips and pushed in. You gasped as he bottomed out. He stilled himself and waited. You wiggled your hips and he started to move. 

“God you feel so damn tight.” Jensen breathed into your ear. He hooked your thighs around his arms and changed position. His thrusts were steady. He was savoring his time with you. As he thrusted, you felt a familiar feeling in your body. Jensen was pushing you towards your release. 

“Oh Jensen, I’m close. I’m gonna cum.” Jensen purred in your ear, “yes baby. Cum for me.” You came hard without warning. Each thrust pulling out your release. You were moaning and calling his name. 

Jensen’s thrusts became more urgent. His grunts and your moans filled the room. “I’m so close, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”  “Cum for me Jensen, please.” You begged. 

You felt Jensen’s cock twitch as he groaned. He came hard and filled the condom with his hot seed. 

Jensen pulled out and went to clean up. He returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned you up. After the two of you were cleaned, Jensen pulled you close to him. He softly kissed you. “Are you okay, Y/N?” You smiled up at him, “Yes, more than okay. Are you okay, Jensen?” “I am. You were amazing and that felt amazing.” 

“I love you, Jensen.” “I love you too, Y/N.” 

Looking over at the clock you saw you still had a few hours before the kids got home from school. So the two of you decided to just lay in bed, in each other’s arms for a while. You set an alarm on your phone and snuggled into his chest. 

Jensen held you tight and ran his fingers up and down your back. He smiled contentedly as he held you tight.

Before too long, the two of you fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. You knew Jensen would always love Dee, but now you realize his heart is big enough to love you too. The only thing left to do is to decide when to tell the kids about you two. That however, is another day’s discussion. 

Part 4

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Classic Slasher

Pairing: Ghostface (Danny Johnson) x Fem!Reader

Summary: In an attempt to get away from the stress of life, you visit your families cabin. Even when there aren't any people around for miles, you can't shake the feeling of being watched.

Warnings: KnifePlay! MaskStaysOn! Chase! NonCon to Con! Degradation! Praise! From the Back! Bondage! Anal!

As you dropped your luggage by the door, you sighed, excited to finally have a relaxing vacation. Work had been extra stressful and your parents had given you the okay to stay at their lodge in the mountains. It was a nice cool October day, just a few hours before dusk, so you decided to start your vacation with a nice soak in the hot tub on the back deck.

After putting away your clothes in the bedroom, you changed into your bikini and slid into the nice hot water, sighing as it soaked into your skin. The chilled air offered a nice contrast to the boiling water. After a few minutes, you checked your phone and notified your parents you had just gotten to the lodge, but the message wouldn't be delivered. No mobile service.

'I'll just tell her later..'

Just as you placed the cell phone back on the edge of the hot tub, the landline inside started to ring. You decided it was time to get out of the jacuzzi and went to answer the phone but it stopped ringing before you could pick it up. An eerie feeling began to develop in your stomach but you shook it off and went to change.

A few hours later, the sun had just set for the evening and you had made dinner, settling on the couch in some pajamas to watch a movie; the phone started to ring again.

"Hello?"

'Hello? Who is this?'

"I think you have the wrong number sir,"

You listened closely on the line, hearing the soft sound of breathing. That eerie feeling came back.

"Hello? Sir?"

The repetitive beep from the speaker clued you in that the person on the other line must have hung up the phone. Unsettled, you put the phone back on the stand and walked over to the couch, plopping down with a bowl of popcorn in your lap.

"Guess it was the wrong number.."

Scrolling through the options on Max, you settled on The Nun II as you hadn't seen it yet. You were intently watching the movie when you suddenly got that eerie feeling of being watched. Pausing the movie, you walked up to the sliding glass door, locking it and closing the blinds. Then you made your way around the house, locking the rest of the windows and doors until you felt a bit better and sat back down to finish the movie.

You jumped at the sound of the phone ringing next to you. It was the same number from before. Swallowing that anxious lump in your throat, you answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi," It sounded like the same man from before, which caused a chill to run down your spine.

"Can I help you with something?"

"Just wanted to talk to someone. You're the only person I've been able to contact out here."

That made you uneasy but you relented, "Ok.. Why are you calling? What's your name..?"

He chuckled, "Why don't you tell me your name first beautiful."

You couldn't help but blush at his blatant flirting, pausing the movie to turn your attention to him, "Why do you wanna know my name?"

"I wanna know who I'm looking at."

Your heart sank into your stomach,

"What did you say?" Your heart rate picks up and your breathing becomes shallow. Time seemed to stop. He said something but you asked him to repeat himself again,

"I said I wanna know who I'm talking to,"

"Oh.. I thought you said.. Never mind.. Sorry I'm a little skittish, I've been watching too many scary movies I guess.."

Your heart rate calmed down a little bit, but you could feel your skin pricking up with goosebumps. You rubbed at your thigh to calm down, causing the bumps to fade. Biting at your nails, your eyes flicked around the room anxiously.

"Oh yea? Do you like scary movies?"

"Mhm.. My family watches them religiously for Halloween, we have a whole spreadsheet of what to watch every year."

You calmed down a bit and began talking to the man more calmly. After talking for a few minutes, raving about scary movies and which are your favorites, the man speaks up again,

"You know you never told me your name.."

"Why? I kind of like the mystery,"

He chuckled lightly again, "Well, then do you have a boyfriend?"

"No.. Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?"

"Maybe.. Or maybe I just wanted to know if you’re really up here all by yourself."

That feeling crept into your stomach again. Dread makes its way into your bones as time seems to stop. You never told him where you were.

"How did you.. How do you know I'm here alone..?"

"You told me, remember?"

"No, I did not. Are you watching me?"

You frantically got up to peek out the windows, searching for anyone who could be lurking around the house, but all you could see was the impossibly dark woods.

"No point in looking for me Doll, you're not even gonna see me coming."

"This isn't funny, Psycho! I'm hanging up!"

You threw the phone back on the stand and ran up stairs to grab your dads shotgun. That's when the landline in that room rang again. You saw it was his number again. You picked up, preparing to scream at him.

"If you hang up on me again, I'll gut you like a fucking fish!"

Your breathing picked up as you held the phone to your ear. This wasn’t happening. You warily made your way down stairs, peeking around every corner until you made it to the living room again.

"What do you want?"

"I wanna play a little game. You answer three little questions about horror, and I'll let you live, get one wrong and I'll rearrange your guts."

You swallowed, tears flooding in your eyes as you sat on the couch, gun in hand and the phone pressed to your ear.

"Ok.."

"Very good. Question one, this one is easy. What is the name of the killer that haunts peoples dreams?"

You flicked your eyes around the room, "Freddy Krueger,"

"Very good. See? Isn't this fun? Question two: Who is the killer in Friday the 13th?"

Really? This was so easy, "Mrs. Vorhees. Jason didn't appear until the later movies."

He chuckled through the phone, "Very good, Now for the third question,"

You sucked in a breath. If it was anything like the first two, this would be easy.

"What room am I in right now?"

Your heart dropped. No, He couldn't have gotten inside. You had locked everything up earlier-

"Tick tock. What room am I in, Doll?"

"Please.. Please just leave me alone!"

"That wasn't the fucking question. If you don't answer in the next ten seconds I'm gonna fucking kill you. Ten. Nine. Eight..."

"I-I don't know- The Basement!"

"Four.. Hah... Good guess."

You breathed a sigh of relief, until the power went out.

"But that's the wrong answer."

Your stomach sunk as the phone line went dead. So much for a vacation. You were going to be killed and no one would know for far too long. No. You weren't going to sit back and be killed. You were going to go down kicking and screaming.

You shucked a bullet into the chamber, eyes adjusting to the darkness, ear listening closely. The air was eerily still and it was impossibly dark. Standing, you walked down the hall to the basement door. He said he wasn't in there, and he seemed like the kind of person that wouldn't lie about that.

As you crept down the stairs, you were careful to avoid any creaky spots, your wooly socks insulated the sound of your footsteps. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, that's when you heard it. The heavy sound of a shoe pressing down on wood.

He was right above you.

You thankfully had grabbed your phone and stuffed it in your pocket before moving, if you could get out through the basement door then you could make a run for it and call for help.

And right when hope was just in your grasp you heard the phone in your pocket start to ring. You hadn’t had service this whole fucking time and now it decides to start working? Seriously? You fumbled to decline the call, dropping the gun to the floor. If he didn't know where you were before, he definitely did now.

You ran, making a break from the door across the basement as you heard his hurried steps down the stairs. You tried to unlock it with shaky hands, getting to the very last lock before you couldn't hear his footsteps anymore.

You turned, completely horrified as a man stood at a hulking 6'4", broad shoulders concealed by a black cloak and a ghost mask with no emotion behind it. He brandished an eight inch hunting knife in one hand and in the other a phone in his hand. He dialed a number and your cell phone started to ring. You answered the phone and pressed it to your ear:

"Boo"

You quickly undid the lock and swung the door open but he slammed the door closed, caging you against it with a knife pressed to your throat.

"Don't fucking move or I'll slice your throat."

"O-Ok.." Your back was pressed firmly against his broad chest. Despite the fact he literally had a knife to your throat, your body flushed at the contact. A heat pooled in your stomach because of the warmth he emitted against you.

"That's a good girl.. Aww you were so close huh? Ain't that too bad.. You're one of the smarter ones I've had.. I love that final girl mentality.."

You let out a shaky breath as he pressed harder against you, your chest now flushed against the door. The cold wood caused your nipples to harden and you whimpered underneath him under the guise of fear.

"Please.. I'll do anything, just please don't kill me.."

He chuckled against the side of your face, his warm breath creeping from the black mesh of his mask.

"How cliche.. I thought you were better than that sweet heart. But fine. Humor me, beg for your life.."

He eased up his knife, gently grazing it against your skin. Chills followed the cool steel of the blade as he ran it over you. The leather of his glove squeaked as he moved to tightly grip your face. 

"Please.. Please don't, Please.."

"Ghostface." He barked out the title. You whimpered at the harsh tone in his voice.

"Please Ghostface.. Please don't kill me.."

As much as it was embarrassing, this was extremely arousing. Something about the way he had your life in his grasp, demanding you beg, it was just so degrading; but really fucking hot.

You whined as arousal started drooling from your cunt, soaking your underwear. He traced the knife over your shoulder, running it under the strap of your tank-top before pulling it taunt.

"How would you feel if I just fucking shredded your clothes.. Hmm? Not like you could do anything to fight it anyways.. You know what? On the couch. Now."

Ghostface gestured at the couch in the center of the basement. He eased off of you, allowing you room to walk. As much as you wanted to run, some twisted part of your mind wanted to see where this was going.

"Thats a good girl.. Sit."

Sitting on the couch, you pressed your legs tightly together in an attempt to ease the building ache in your abdomen. He crouched to meet your eye level, gently placing the tip of his knife on your chin to raise your face, forcing you to meet the gaze of his mask.

He tutted at her shamefully, "What am I going to do to you..? This is gonna be real fun.." It was completely dark in the house, but the moonlight shone just enough through the basement window that you were sure he could see the flushed expression across your face. He stood, flipping his knife in his hand.

"Don't fucking move."

Ghostface got to work, quickly shredding your shirt down the middle. You gasped as he nicked your skin, flinching at the contact. He was quick to slice again, growling, "I said not to fucking move. Do you want me to slit your throat?"

You quickly shook your head. You were so light headed and flustered. He groaned at the sight of your bare breasts.

"Fuck.. Aren't you a beauty.." You blushed under his eyes and moved to cover your chest with you arms,

"Don't say that.. It's embarrassing." He barked out a laugh, ripping your arms away from your chest and pinning them on the back of the couch with one hand, his knife at your throat once again. His warm breath brushed across your face as you looked into the black mess of his mask. There were no features visible behind it, but that made it all the more exciting.

"I will do and say whatever the fuck I want. I thought I told you not to fucking move?"

The fear in your eyes quickly faded as he released your arms to shrug off his cloak, shucking off his belt to bind your hands. You eyed his crotch for a split second before meeting his gaze once again.

"You're such a fuckin' whore you know that? Letting me do this to you. Let's get these fucking things off."

He flipped you over so your chest pressed against the back of the couch and your knees dug into the leather seat. He sliced at your shorts, nicking your ass and thigh before tossing them aside. You were left completely bare for him, bowing your head in shame as slick dripped down your leg.

"Fuck.. I knew this pussy would be so fucking beautiful.." His gloved hand prodded at your folds, halting almost as soon as he made contact.

"And... Wet..? Wait, are you getting off on this?"

You buried your face into the couch, mumbling a yes into your arm as you clenched around nothing. Your face flushed a bright red, creeping down your neck and to your ears.

"Fuck..." He pulled away from you, running his hand over his mask in frustration. You peaked over your shoulder, completely embarrassed.

"Are.. Are you disappointed..?"

"A little! I didn't think you'd be this fucking easy. You really are a whore aren't you?"

You hid your face again, yelping when he smacked your ass firmly, pulling your head back by your hair to look at him.

"I asked you a fucking question. Answer it."

"Y-Yes.." He released your scalp, quick to return his gloved fingers to your sloppy folds. You whined as he quickly sunk two fingers in. He slowly pressed in and out, groaning at the sight of your slick coating his glove.

"Look at you.. You're so fucking ready for me, aren't you? No fucking resistance.."

Your eyes widened as you heard the sound of his pants unzipping, whining at the loss of stimulation until he snickered, slapping your pussy. You let out a yelp as he smacked your clit, your slick sliding down your legs.

Ghostface pressed the head of his cock against your sloppy folds, groaning at the feeling of your wet cunt. He slid in between them, gliding the length of his thick cock through your labia at a painfully slow place. He pulled your hips to meet his as he towered over you.

"Beg for it like you begged for your fucking life. Say it, say you want this fat fucking cock inside you."

You whimpered as he glided along your clit, 'Please... Please Ghostface.. Please fuck me.." Your cheeks were burning a bright red at this point, far too aroused to care that this man had broken in and threatened your life after stalking you for who knows how long.

"Good fucking girl...Fuck you're so wet for me.."

Your eyes widened as he started stuffing himself in your pushing, a breathy moan escaping your lungs as he pressed against your cervix with ease.

He groaned at the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him, pulsing along his length. You whined at the stretch, pushing your hips back to meet his. He slid his hands up your scalp and pulled your head back to look down at you.

"You're gonna take this fucking cock like the good whore you are.. And then maybe.. Just maybe, I'll let you live.."

Eyes clouded with desire, trembling with need, you nodded. He groaned, pulling out until just the tip was left before thrusting into the hilt, forcing you to press harder into the couch. You moaned loudly at the contact as he continued to pound you sloppy cunt.

"That's a good fuckin girl.. Taking this cock.. So fucking well... Oh fu-uck.."

"Please.. No more.. S' too much.." You whimpered as the knife was pressed to your throat again. Tears picked your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

"I'll stop when I'm fucking done Bitch." He groaned, drilling into you at a punishing pace, grinning maniacally behind the mask as he began carving his initials into the flesh of your ass. You hissed at the pain but just rested your head on the couch to look back at him.

All you could do was whimper as your slick collected between your thighs, His cock collecting a ring of your arousal at the base. Your moans became desperate as you started to tighten around him. You threw your head back, arching into him as you came around his cock.

"Fuck.. Are you fucking cumming right now? Look at you.. Fuck.. You're so fucking tight.."

As you came on his cock, he continued his brutal pace, overstimulating your sensitive walls.

"Please.. Too much..." He groaned, pulling fully out of you. You whined at the loss but then gasped as he prodded at the tight ring of muscles just above where he was. "N-No-!"

Ghostface sliced at your back, "You don't get to fucking tell me No. You'll take it... Don't worry Doll.. I'm not a monster, I'll prep you first.."

You gasped at the feel of cool metal prodding at your slopping folds, sinking the handle of his knife into your cunt. You squeaked as he pressed a finger into your ass, whining at the feeling of being full.

He pulled the handle of his knife from your cunt and pressed it against your ass, replacing his finger with the slick shaft. You moaned loudly at the intrusion, surprisingly sensitive.

"That's a good girl.. Fuck.."

Ghostface pulled the knife from your ass and lined up his heavy cock, slipping in the head, slowly pressing in until you took his whole length. He quickly started a brutal pace, fucking your ass with a punishing force.

"You fucking like this, don't you? You like when I fill your fucking holes like this?" He stuffed a finger in your pussy, quickly working his way up to three.

You could only mumble incoherent phrases as he fucked you stupid, a different coil winding tight in you abdomen.. It almost felt as if you were about to pee.. But there was no way.. That'd be so embarrassing-!

"No- No- I'm gonna- Please..." He groaned as warm liquid flooded from your cunt.

"Fuck.. did you just fucking squirt from this..? That's so fuckin hot.. Fuck I'm gonna cum.. Take it.. Take it!"

He pressed his cock as deep as he could into your ass, spilling his seed into your tight cavern. The wet sound of him pulling out made you blush as you slumped against the couch, completely spent.

He gently unwrapped the belt from around your wrists and stuffed his cock back into his pants.

"Clean yourself up. I'll be back tomorrow Doll."

You slowly slid off the couch, nodding slowly as you walked on shaky legs to the bathroom. You could feel his presence was gone by the time you turned on the water. You screamed as you looked at what he did to your ass.

D.J.

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Paramour

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is stuck in the middle of who really has her heart….she knows she’s hurting Chris and herself. And Chris knows this too, but why can’t she stop?🫂

Warnings⚠️: There’s smut in this! My bestie @slumpedvioooo came up with this idea, and I just ate it up; so I had to do it! This is part one of a three part series. I hope you enjoy it because I loved it 🤞🏽

Song for the imagine: #icanteven- The Neighborhood, French Montana

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Paramour

Noun

A lover, especially the illicit partner of a married person.

This was wrong on so many levels. I was hurting myself, but I was especially hurting Chris. I know he knew how I felt, and I knew it bothered him deep down, but he would never admit it.

When I was laying in his bed my legs wrapped around his torso and my hands in his hair those thoughts vanished. This is where I wanted to be, and I hated myself for it. But at the same time it felt so right….

Currently I was laying in my boyfriend's bed watching a movie with him as I ran my fingers through his hair. Occasionally talking with him as the movie played.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow night?” He asked me

“No I don’t think so” I said looking down at him

“I want to take you on a date” he said smiling at me

“Aww I’d love that” I said smiling at him

“I’m thinking a candle lit dinner, then we take a walk on the beach and then yeah” he said getting shy

“That sounds perfect” I told him

“I’m glad” he said

I went to respond, but my phone started ringing making us both jump at the loud ringtone. I looked down at the contact and immediately got nervous. Why was he calling me when he knew I was with my boyfriend. I grabbed my phone and picked up

“Hello” I said more in a question tone

“Hey Y/N” I heard him say

“What’s up? Are you okay?” I asked him

“Yeah I’m okay, I just miss you” he told me

“Oh…umm that’s nice” I said really hoping he’d change the topic

“Come over?” He asked

“Oh I’m not sure I’m busy right now” I said back

“Pleaseeee” he said on the other line

“Umm alright give me 40 minutes” I told him

We hung up, and I looked down to see him already looking up at me

“Everything okay?” He asked me his blue eyes piercing into mine

“Yeah, my friend just wants me to help her set up for her sisters birthday” I told him lying straight through my teeth

“Oh so then go” he said smiling at me

“But we’re hanging out together” I said

“It’s fine! I’ll see you tomorrow anyways. Go have fun” he said sitting up

“Are you sure?” I asked him

“I’m positive baby” he said leaning in and giving me a kiss

I got up and put my shoes on and grabbed my purse and keys. I looked over at him giving him a kiss. His eyes were saddened by me leaving. I had a feeling he knew what was going on deep down, but didn’t want to believe it. His eyes always told the truth, but I couldn’t bare to look at him this way, so I turned and left

I got in my car and drove to his house, it was about a 30 minute drive. It went by quickly because I was thinking in my head the whole time. Should I be doing this? I mean I’ve been doing this for a while, but should I stop it? This was wrong. I was hurting all three of us, and I knew Chris knew this. I have to stop this, but I couldn’t

I parked my car, and went up to the door ringing the bell, and waited for the door to open. Once it opened and I saw him my throat ran dry….

“You can’t call me when I’m with my man” I said to him as he let me walk in

“Hello to you too” he said shutting the door and locking it

“Sorry” I said shaking my head

“I didn’t know you were with him” he responded pulling me in for a hug

“Chris I’m with him like every other day” I said pulling away

“Sorry baby, it just slipped my mind I supposed” he said with a smug expression

“Of course it did” I said rolling my eyes and walking up the stairs

“I missed your attitude” he said smacking my ass

“Chris enough” I said smacking his hands away

“Wait mama? You didn’t miss me?” He said pouting

“Of course I did” I said turning around and giving him a sly smile

Chris pulled me in by my shirt and crashed his lips into mine. I let my arms wrap around his neck as I melted into his touch. His lips….I could never forget how perfectly they molded to mine. I could stay like this forever

Our kiss began to get deeper, our teeth clashing together as our tongues fought for dominance. It was such a needy sloppy kiss, but I missed him and this felt like heaven.

Chris pulled away and licked his lips looking at me with hooded eyes.

“You’re so gorgeous” he said

“Shut up” I said avoiding eye contact

“You’re my pretty baby” he said rubbing his thumb over my cheek

That phrase sent me back….it was something he used to say all the time, and it made my heart heavy…always calling me his pretty baby…

About 3 years ago Chris and I were messing around for about a year. We weren’t dating but I suppose we were friends with benefits. It was good while it lasted, but when it ended it broke my heart.

Flashback

“Chris if you don’t want to be with me officially that’s fine, but please just let me know” I pleaded to Chris

“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you it’s just…..I don’t know” he said looking down

“Don’t know about what?” I asked him

“I just….im scared” he said

“Scared of what Chris?” I asked him looking down at him

“I’m just scared of commitment I guess” he said

“Oh?” I said

“It’s not you I promise, it’s not you it’s me” he said looking at me

“That’s fine, I guess….I guess I’m gonna head out” I said to him

“You don’t have to go” he said

“No it’s fine Chris don’t worry” I said backing up

That day hurt me the most, breaking things off with Chris really set me back. His fear of commitment and my want for him really made us clash.

Once I got in my relationship with Dominic, Chris started to act weird. He wasn’t happy for us, but he wasn’t an asshole to us. That hurt me because that was supposed to be Chris and I, and it wasn’t.

About a year ago is when Chris started having me come over to “hangout”. Those hangouts became cuddles, and then those cuddles became forehead kisses, and then it became kisses, and then that turned into making out, and then that turned into touches and those touches turned into me laying on his bed as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear as he thrusted into me.

At first I felt disgusted and hurt, but I found myself going back to his house. Hoping it would turn into more, and that made me hate myself more. No matter how much I loved Dominic, my heart was with Chris.

I couldn’t hurt Dominic, but also Chris didn’t actually want a relationship and that hurt me more. I used Chris for his body when he offered it, and then went home to sleep next to Dom…..this was such a burden. I couldn’t leave him for Chris, but what I was doing was horrible. However I couldn’t stop because Chris had a hold on me.

Flashback Over

“You haven’t called me that in ages” I said pulling away from Chris as he moved his lips to my neck

“I figured I’d bring it back” he said leaving sloppy kisses along my neck

“Why now?” I said shutting my eyes at the feeling

“Why not?” He said pulling back to look at me

“I don’t know” I said looking away

“Afraid your boyfriend is going to find out?” He said smugly

“Don’t be a dick” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Never baby” he said winking at me

“Let’s go to your room” I said

“Don’t have to ask me twice” he said

We walked down to his room, and when I stepped in my stomach fluttered with butterflies. This was so fucking wrong, but to know the events that would happen next sent me spiraling. In the moments of Chris worshiping my body, kissing every ounce of skin and taking his time with me, any thought of Dominic fled my mind. I wanted Chris as mine….forever

Like I said I love Dominic, but I think it was more of a friendship type of love. I think I fell in love with his actions, and not him as a person. The long walks, the dates, the cute messages, the flowers, the cards, the candies. I mean all of it. I fell in love with the way he acted and not him.

At first I hadn’t realized this, but as time went on and I prayed everyday that Chris would beg me to be his I realized something was wrong.

Not to mention Dominic and I weren’t compatible in bed. He didn’t know my body the way Chris did, and no matter how many times I tried to explain to Dominic what I liked he just didn’t get it; because he wasn’t Chris.

What was really fucked up was that the more I had sex with Chris the easier I found it to go back to Dominic. Chris made me so happy, and Dominic was there to fill the void of not having Chris in my everyday life. Dominic was simply…..my friend.

“I’ve missed this so much” Chris said coming up behind me and hugging me

“Chris I saw you like two weeks ago” I said laughing

“No…that’s not what I meant” he said spinning me around to look at him

“Well then what do you mean?” I asked him genuinely confused

“I mean-“ before he could finish his sentence my phone started to ring….Dominic was calling me

“Hi baby” he said once I pick up

“Hi” I said looking at Chris

“Did you make it there safe?” He asked me

“I did, sorry I was just about to text you” I said

“Oh okay! We’ll have fun” he responded

“Thank you I will, and Courtney said hi” I just blurted out

“Oh tell her I said hi back” he said laughing

“I will, bye baby” I said

And with that we hung up

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” I said to Chris

“Uh nothing, I’m Courtney now?” He asked laughing

“Sorry I don’t know what came over me” I said shaking my head

“It’s fine” he said pulling me in and connecting our lips

I melted into his touch once again, all my thoughts leaving my brain. This is where I wanted to be always

Chris back tracked us to his bed, and pulled away. He removed his shirt and I removed mine. Connecting our lips again and letting myself fall back onto his bed as he landed on me.

“I can’t get over how badly I missed you” he said in between kisses

“I missed you too Chris” I said moving my head back

Chris smiled before kissing down my neck and to the skin of my breasts that spilled out of my bra. He lifted me up and took my bra off

Kissing from the valley of my breasts to my left breast and then to my right one. He slid his tongue over my left nipple, and looked up at me causing me to bite my bottom lip and let out a whimper.

He then did the same to my right breast as his hands ran up my torso. Goosebumps following every inch of his fingers.

Chris began to kiss down my stomach causing me to squirm, and he stopped at my jeans. Unbuttoning them and slowly sliding them down

“Chris please” I whispered out

“I know baby, I know” he said pulling my jeans off and tossing them behind his head

He began to kiss down my legs and to my thighs whispering against my skin. He slid his pointer and ring finger against my cloth pussy

“Chris” I moaned out and licked my dry lips

He hooked his fingers in my underwear and slid them down. Spreading my legs wider and kissing my inner thighs.

He leaned down towards my pussy and spat causing my toes to curl and my hips to come off the bed.

Chris attached his mouth to my clit swirling his tongue around before sucking on the sensitive bud.

“Oh my god” I moaned out gripping onto his hair

His tongue moving in every direction against my clit causing me to close my thighs around his head. Lapping at me like a starved man

“I need more” I panted out

Chris pulled away, his mouth covered in my arousal. He looked so hot like this I swear I could cum from the sight of it.

He slid off the bed to remove his pants and underwear. His dick springing free and my knees going weak. He came back over and lined himself up with my entrance

Slowly sinking into me, both of us letting out a gasp at the feeling. No matter how many times we fucked this feeling sent me spiraling every time.

He leaned forward holding himself up by his forearms as he bottomed out. He grabbed my left thigh and helps me wrap my legs around his torso

He left his hand on my thigh as he began to thrust into me. My hands ran over his back as my nails gently glided against his skin.

“Fuck Chris just like that” I moaned out snaking my hand up to the back of his head as I pulled at his roots.

“You’re meant for me, you take me so well” he said moaning out as he kissed my temple. My stomach flirting at this intimate action.

Chris began to kiss my neck as he thrusted into me, my body falling deeper into the mattress as his name fell from my lips like a mantra. I never wanted this to end….he was my kryptonite

“Come on baby” Chris said as he pounded into me as I clenched around him

“Fuck baby I’m going to cum” I moaned out. The pet name slipping my lips went unnoticed by me, but not by Chris. His stomach coiled at this and his ears perked up. He loved it so much.

“I know mama” he croaked out into my ear

Chris’ hips snapped into me at a faster and deeper rate causing my breath to hitch in my throat. His hands running all over my legs and torso as his lips ghosted against my neck.

His hips relentlessly pounding into me as I cried out in ecstasy. I was so glad no one was home because this was the loudest I’ve ever been with him.

“Keep going…fuck just like that” I moaned out my legs wrapping around him tighter as I pulled him as close as humanly possible

“You’re driving me crazy” he said in a gruff tone as he used his left hand to push some hair out of my face.

Chris used his left thumb to run it over my cheek where the tears had now dried. Looking into my eyes as his mouth fell open and he pounded into me.

My thighs becoming shaky as my orgasm neared. My nails scratching as his back and his name falling constantly from my mouth in loud cries of pure joy.

In this moment it was just Chris and I, and I swore I was in pure ecstasy. All my thoughts were gone with the wind and I loved it.

Chris snaked his hand down in between us as he began to rub my clit, sending shockwaves throughout my body.

“Oh. My god oh my god” I moaned out my eyes shutting as my brows furrowed

“Look at me baby, look at me when you cum” he said in a whisper

I opened my eyes as he continued to thrust into me, he began to rub my clit faster

“I’m gonna cum” I yelled out clenching down on him

“Give it to me” he said biting his lip as his chest rose faster

These words alone sent me into orbit, I pulled Chris in closer as I clenched down on him. My thighs were shaking as my lower abdomen contracted. Cumming all over Chris’ dick as my breathing was shaky. Fuck and his name the only two things able to spill from my mouth in this moment.

Chris helped me ride out my high before I let my legs down and released him. He pulled out of me as he began to stroke his cock

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you do things to me I can’t even explain” he said in a low tone

He stroked harder before his own thighs began to shake, and his mouth fell open. He painted my lower stomach with his seed as he moaned out my name.

He allowed himself to calm down to control his breathing. He got up and brought a rag back to wipe me down before tossing it in his laundry basket.

We slid under his sheets and I faced him. Taking in his beauty. His freckles, his rosy cheeks, his plump lips. My finger traced his jawline as I looked at him

He looked back examining my face and brushing my hair away before opening his mouth to speak

“I meant it when I said you're gorgeous” he said in a whisper

“Thank you Chris” I said with a small smile

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/N” he said turning his head into my touch as he kissed my hand

It was in these moments that I saw a small glimpse of us being together. Of us being more than just fuck buddies. Chris has a nurturing soul, and I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to share that with someone else. Unless he did, and that someone else just wasn’t me….

“We’re throwing a birthday party for Madi next week you should come” he said looking at me again

“Yeah I’d love to” I responded smiling at him

“And you can bring…what’s his face” he said chuckling

“Dominic” I said with a blunt expression

“Yeah him” he said rolling his eyes

“I’ll run it by him” I said laughing

Before we could speak my phone started to ring

“Speak of the devil” Chris said looking at my phone as I turned over

I picked it up on the third ring

“Hello?” I said

“Hi baby, why do you sound so out of breath?” He said laughing

“Oh uhhh I was running up Courtney’s stairs” I said laughing and looking at Chris with wide eyes

“She doesn’t have stairs” he said confused

“Ohh uhh the stairs outside her house we were taking trash out” I said lying straight out of my ass

“Ohhh uh well okay, I’m glad you had fun” he said

“Yup lots of fun” I said looking at Chris and he just smirked at me

“Alright baby I’m going to let you go, I’ll see you tomorrow” he said

“Okay love you” I said cringing to myself because I didn’t even mean it

We hung up and I let out a sigh

“Stressed?” Chris asked me

“You could say something like that” I said looking at him

“Come in closer talk to me about it, spend the night” he said

This was uncharted territory. Chris never asked me to spend the night, and I assumed it was only because his brothers weren’t home.

“Stay? With you?” I asked him

“No stay with the Holy Ghost, duhhh stay with me” he said laughing

“Okay….yeah I’ll stay” I said smiling at him

Chris shut the light off and pulled me in closer my back to him.

This was wrong, but it felt so right. To be able to lay in his arms as we fell asleep was something I’ve always wanted.

This made my heart warm, but what kept my mind racing was that this was a one time thing and only for tonight. Our next encounters would not be like this.

I’d be in my own bed the following morning alone and saddened that I could not keep the only man I’ve ever wanted to myself.

I was the paramour.

The End

Alright guys this is part 1, and I truly hope you enjoyed it. I genuinely loved writing this and it like had me giggling and kicking my feet, but also lowkey sad😭😭 I wonder what will happen in part 2 and 3??? Stay tuned for more LMFAOAOA! I love yall so much 🤭🖤🖤 also sorry it took so long to get done I got busy

-J💅🏽

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Quarantining Together (Pedro Pascal X Reader)

Pair: pedro pascal x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, pulling pranks (let me know if i missed any)

Summary: Imagine what it’s like quarantining with Pedro Pascal.

Words: 2k

A/N: This is my first pedro fic. I tried my best to imagine how playful and sweet Pedro is in real life. I hope you like it! I’ve been writing Joel Miller fics so I guess I’ll give it a try. I know a lot of you don’t really like a real person fic but this idea came into my mind when I listened to that interview where Pedro talked about the quarantine period during covid 19 pandemic. And when he talked about his friends that supported him during that period, he was holding his cry. I kept thinking what if there was someone there who quarantined with him together so he wouldn't feel alone during the lockdown. 

“Did you hear about the news?” Pedro sat on the edge of the couch sipping on his coffee.

“What news?” You tilted your head.

“We’ll have a lockdown from next week. We have to stay at home. The pandemic is getting out of control.” Pedro put his cup on the coffee table.

“Oh..I should get the groceries then. Stock up. I think you should too. Your fridge has nothing.” You chuckled.

He chuckled and froze for a while. His face was so focused. It seemed like he was thinking about something serious. 

“I was thinking..” He gulped.

“Maybe we could quarantine here together. What do you think?” Pedro looked at you.

“Here? You sure?” You raised your eyebrows.

You and Pedro had been dating for a few months and he hadn’t asked you to move in. But you always came to his place everyday to spend time together, watch movies, eat dinner, and sometimes crash for a few nights.

“I’m sure, hun.” Pedro chuckled.

“Yay!” You jumped and hugged him.

He groaned at your weight and wrapped his arms around you.

“So should I start moving my stuff today?” You pulled back your head to look at him.

Pedro nodded then he drove you back to your apartment and helped you pack your stuff. You packed your essentials and brought 2 big suitcases. Before you left your apartment for God knows how long, you made sure you had turned off all of the lights and unplugged any sockets.

“Done.” You dragged your suitcases near the door.

Pedro lent his hand to drag both of your suitcases. 

“Take this one. This one’s heavy.” You dragged the heavy one closer to you.

“Nuh-uh. I’ll take that one.” Pedro took the bigger suitcase off from your hands.

You chuckled and shook your head. Pedro was always a gentleman and he treated you like a princess. You loved it but sometimes you felt bad.

“Let’s stop by the grocery store before we go to your place.” You suggested Pedro to buy some groceries and stock up.

“Okay.” Pedro nodded and started the car.

You and Pedro bought everything you needed and of course some vegetables, fruits, cereals, milk, and instant food that you could keep for a few more weeks. You went home to Pedro’s house with a lot of paper bags. You and Pedro had to make a few turns to the car to move the groceries. 

“Finally! Last one!” Pedro put the last paper bag on the kitchen table.

“Phew! That’s a lot of work.” You wiped your sweat from your forehead. 

“Why don’t we take a break, hun?” Pedro massaged your shoulder.

“But we still need to organize them..” You were an organized person so you couldn’t stand seeing messy things.

“Come on, just 5 minutes.” Pedro pushed you gently and sat you to the couch.

You sighed as you sat. You suddenly felt all your muscles ache from packing your stuff earlier today and all the groceries stuff. 

“Come here.” Pedro moved closer to you and turned you so your back faced him.

Then he gently massaged your shoulder then your back. He knew you loved back massage so he often gave you massage. 

“That feels good.” You closed your eyes and hummed.

He chuckled and kept massaging every inch of your back. Then he kissed your shoulder as a sign that he finished massaging your back. You turned your head to him and smiled.

“Thank you, P.” You placed a kiss on his lips.

“Your turn.” You asked him to turn so you could massage him.

“Not now. Why don’t you do it for me before we go to bed?” He smirked.

“Yes sir.” You smirked back at him.

You and Pedro spent the day organizing the groceries and your stuff. Then you watched a movie in the living room together, cuddled on the couch, and ordered pizza. After the movie ended, the two of you went to bed. You didn’t forget to give him the back massage you owed him. 

“Good night, hun.” Pedro kissed your head that was resting on his chest.

“Good night, P.” You rubbed his chest.

His warmth gave you comfort and security that made you sleep so well. You hated the pandemic but on the other side you were glad because it was the reason he finally asked you to move in. Now you wouldn’t have to be worried about having sleepless nights and dealing with nightmares all alone. You had him. You had Pedro there next to you to comfort you when you needed it.

You yawned as the sunlight woke you up. You squealed as you stretched your body then you looked next to you. Pedro was already awake. He was sitting with a pillow behind his back, iPad in his hands. He was reading a script for his next project. You loved watching him in work mode. Pedro was a hard worker and you loved a hardworking man.

“Morning.” Pedro saw you had woken up.

“Morning.” You chuckled and rubbed your eyes.

“How was your sleep?” Pedro put away his iPad to the bedside table.

“Best sleep I’ve ever had this month.” You chuckled and snuggled to put your arms around his waist.

“How was your sleep?” You asked him back.

“I slept so well. Thanks to the massage you gave me last night.” Pedro chuckled and stroked your head. 

*TOOT*

Pedro farted. Yes, he farted right when your head was so close to his butt. Then he quickly pulled the sheets and buried you under the sheets. He laughed out loud while you struggled to save yourself from Pedro’s fart bomb. 

“P!” You screamed for your life.

Pedro kept fighting you so you couldn’t get out from the sheets. He kept laughing while you were actually dying. He finally let you out after a few minutes. 

“What was that?!” You panted, gasping for clean air.

“That..is..my love for you.” Pedro giggled and kissed you.

“You definitely have to poop right now! I mean it! It smells so bad!” You hit his chest.

“Okay. Okay.” Pedro chuckled and went to the bathroom.

You groaned as you got out of the bed and opened the window for ventilation. His fart smell was still stuck in your nose and you needed fresh air. While you waited for him doing his business, you went to the kitchen to make breakfast. You toasted some bread, fried some eggs and bacon. 

“Hmm, smells so good, honey.” Pedro suddenly hugged you from behind. 

You chuckled as he swayed you for a moment before he sat. 

“Thank you.” He thanked you for making breakfast for him. 

“You’re welcome.” You smiled and took a bite of your toast.

“What do you want to do today?” Pedro asked you what you had planned for the day.

“I was thinking of reading a book and just chill.” You shrugged.

“That’s a good idea.” Pedro nodded.

“How about you?” You asked him back.

“I have to practice my lines. And I need your help.” He mumbled while munching on the bacon.

“Of course, I’ll help you with that.” You smirked.

After the two of you finished breakfast, Pedro offered to wash the dishes. You took a shower and went to the pool to read under the sun. You read a few pages and dozed off. 

*SPLASH*

You screamed as you fell inside the pool. You tried to find your balance and stood up in the pool. The water was high up to your chest. You heard Pedro laugh while you panted and wiped your face. 

“I HATE YOU!” You yelled at him.

Pedro bursted into laughter. He loved pulling pranks on you because he enjoyed watching your reactions. You knew he was always a prankster and sometimes you pulled a prank on him but his pranks were worse. You could never win from his pranks. It hadn’t been one day yet and he already pranked you twice. You needed to prank him back. 

“Think, think, think.” You kept telling yourself inside your mind.

You decided to act pissed and gave him the silent treatment. He lent you his hand to help you out from the pool but you ignored him. You chose to walk on the stairs and got out yourself. Pedro got you a towel but you pushed him away. You just stayed silent and walked inside the house to get yourself a towel. He started getting worried. He believed your acts. He thought you were really mad at him. 

“Honey, I’m sorry.” Pedro followed you from behind.

You didn’t answer him, not even looked at him. You went to the bathroom and dried yourself while Pedro leaned on the bathroom door and waited for you. His eyes looked sad and he tried talking to you a few times but you kept quiet. You acted like he wasn’t there. 

“I promise I’m not gonna do that again, darling. I’m sorry.” He took your hand. 

You wanted to laugh seeing him following you like a toddler. Especially because you were not mad at him. He pulled you but you walked away, your back facing him holding your laugh. You took a deep breath so you wouldn’t burst into laughter. Then you got into character again and went back to the pool. You hoped he was still following you because you wanted to pay him back. Yes, you were planning to push him to the pool just like he did to you. 

“Is there anything you want? Let me make it up to you, honey. I’ll do anything you want. Just talk to me.” Pedro followed you to the pool.  

“Hit me, honey. If that makes you feel better.” He took your hand and moved it to hit his chest. 

Finally, this was it. It was the right time. You gathered your courage and pushed him with force. 

“Pay back time!” You shouted and pushed him.

*SPLASH*

Pedro fell into the pool. Your plan worked. You were finally able to laugh. Pedro wiped his face and slicked his hair back. 

“You’re not mad at me?” He stood there inside the pool.

“Of course not. I was just trying to get back at you! You naughty!” You stuck your tongue at him.

Pedro laughed. He was relieved that you weren’t mad at him. It was better that you pranked him back rather than you being angry at him. 

“I guess we’re even now?” Pedro shrugged.

“Not yet, mister. One more and then we’re even. So you need to be careful.” You raised your eyebrows and put your hands on your hips.

“Yes, maam.” Pedro slowly walks near the edge of the pool. 

“Help me up?” He extended his hand asking you to help him out of the pool.

You knew this was also one of his ways to pull pranks on you. You were certain he was going to pull you inside the pool with him. But you were okay with that because at least you had pranked him once today. So you put our hand on his. He smirked and pulled you. Just as you had expected, you were now inside the pool with him. 

“I knew you were going to do that.” You wiped your face as you giggled.

“Uh-huh?” He nodded and put his arms around you. 

Pedro pulled you closer and kissed your lips. 

“Salty.” You frowned. 

“Now that..was.. a mix of the pool water aaand..my pee.” Pedro giggled at your face.

He claimed to have peed inside the pool. You gagged and wiped your mouth while Pedro just laughed looking at you. He loved you so much that you were his source of his happiness. He adored you so much and your reactions when he pranked you entertained him. 

“You’re so cute, honey. I’m dying.” He gave you a deep kiss.

“I’m dying too because you pulled too many pranks on me.” You chuckled.

“You should know that is my love language.” Pedro cupped your cheeks.

“I know.” You rolled your eyes.

“I love you so much it hurts.” Pedro gazed through your eyes. His eyes were full of love.

“I love you so much too, P.” You smiled and kissed him.

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Home with you:

Authors note: I wrote this so much faster than I thought I would. Anyway, just a cute lil drabble based off a Mamma Mia theme bc I just re watched it and forgot how good it was.

Parings- Jensen Ackles x Fem!reader

Word Count- 769

Warnings- Mentions of drinking, nothing else, pure fluff.

“So, when you're near me, darling, can't you hear me? S.O.S.

The love you gave me, nothing else can save me, S.O.S.”

I sang as I moved around the kitchen, swaying my hips to the music and occasionally stirring the soup I had cooking on the stove. I heard a key turn in the lock and turned to see my boyfriend walk into the house, dropping his bags in the hall before coming to give me a hug. I giggled as he held me tight in his warm embrace.

“Oh, Jensen. I've missed you so much,” I said to him when he finally let go. “I missed you too, sweetheart,” he responded, leaving a soft kiss on my lips. “How was Louisiana?” I asked, interested in how the filming went. “Not bad. We did have to put filming off for a day because of storm warnings, and our scenes for the day were supposed to be outside.”

“Oh, that's too bad,” I responded. “I'm gonna go upstairs and take a shower real quick, okay? I'll be back in 10,” Jensen said before leaving a kiss on my cheek and heading upstairs, carrying his bags with him. A couple of minutes later, I had set the table, plated up the soup with bread on the side, and Jensen was coming down the stairs in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Gosh, he looked handsome.

“What's for dinner, sweetheart?” he asked as he got himself a beer from the fridge. “Tomato soup with bread. I don't think beer goes very well with it,” I stated, eyeing him.

“Fine then, I'll have the beer later.” He put up his hands in defeat and I giggled. We talked over dinner about filming, The Boys, and what I did over the 3 weeks that he was away.

“Well, I drove out to Austin to catch up with Maya.” “Oh, really? When was the last time you saw her? Hasn't it been since Gen's baby shower?” Jensen asked, surprised that I had brought her up.

“Yeah, since Odette. I just wanted to hang out with her a little. I stayed over for a couple of nights and we went hiking and shopping. It was fun,” I said, shrugging my shoulders, facing Jensen while he sat at the table sipping his beer. “I'll pack up the dishes. You go have a shower, love,” he announced.

I stepped out of the shower, the fluffy towel feeling soft on my skin. I dressed in my silky blue pjs and dried my hair. When I walked down the stairs to greet Jensen, I saw there was a box on the counter.

“Ooh, what's this?” I asked curiously.

“I ordered some donuts so that we could have a movie night,” Jensen stated from the far side of the kitchen, preparing a big bowl of popcorn.

“I'll grab the drinks and choose the movie!” I yelled as I raced to the fridge to get him a can of soda and myself some wine so I could pour a glass.

“Whatever you please, my love,” Jensen whispered under his breath.“What movie are we watching tonight?” asked Jensen as he entered our bedroom with the popcorn and donuts in hand. He had already changed into his pjs and was looking sexier than ever.

“I have chosen an absolute classic, a personal favorite of mine, and most teenage girls.”

“Oh gosh. Lemme guess: She's the Man or 10 Things I Hate About You?” Jensen questioned.

“No! Although either of those would've been a good option. I have chosen to go with a more musical one. We are watching Mamma Mia!” I announced excitedly.

“OK, I'll pre-warn myself about the crazy singing,” Jensen laughed as he leaned in to kiss my lips.

“I'm just kidding, love. Sing as loud and as crazy as you want. I love your singing,” he whispered in my ear, making me smile.

Together, we belted out every word to "Mamma Mia", danced to "Dancing Queen," and drank a lot of wine. By the end of the movie, I was too dizzy to even walk downstairs, so Jensen took the empty box and bowl to the kitchen, and I went to brush my teeth. I lay in bed, suddenly feeling the bed shift over from Jensen's weight. I turned over to kiss him. “I forgot to tell you earlier, welcome home, babe,” I said before giving him another passionate kiss.

“When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?

When you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?”