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norman-fucking-reedus · 3 months

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high late night thought but I have this crazy idea about the reader making Daryl a multifunctional wooden crossbow and its frying my brain

It happened as the two of you were making your way back to your campsite after a long day of splashing and hand catching fish in the lake, Daryl nudged your shoulder with his and pointed to a deer. “M’gon get it” He whispered, already aimming his crossbow.

You turned your head briefly, checking to see where Dog had wondered off too when you heard what sounded like elastic snapping, followed by Daryl’s very frantic cursing.

“What happened?!” When you whipped around, Daryl was already crouched around the bow as he made an attempt to fix it. You got next to him to try and see what was wrong. “It didn’t fire like it was supposed ta… Hold tha part” Your fingers pinched the piece he pointed at, watching as his hands slightly trembled as he tried to re string the bow to the actual trigger, you holding down the piece that clamps the trigger into place.

Snap.

Daryl held up the fully broken string, feeling his heart break along with it.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Daryl” You whispered as you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He shook his head, once again trying to jam the string ends back into place but to no avail, only further damaging the weapon. He exhaled in frustration. “I’ve had this damned thing since I was a teenager, it was tha’ first thing Merle ever got fer me” Daryl mumbled, rolling the thick bowstring in his hands. His chest hurt and there was a small lump building in his throat.

You stared down at the crossbow, analyzing it’s shape before carefully picking it up to take a better look at the mechanics. “C’mon. We can figure something out handsome”

It took you a few months to figure something out.

Over that time period, Daryl was absolutely crushed.

He was visibly upset, snapping and yelling at anyone who talked to him, on one occasion at Judith, but he quickly apologized.

It was obvious to everyone that Daryl’s crossbow was of extreme sentimental value, and it would take time for him to heal. Carol had offered to teach him how to use a standard bow, only to be dismissed with an agitated “I used a goddamn bow ‘nd arrow before”

Daryl was frustrated with nobody but himself, frustrated that the countless times he’s had to fix the thing, he couldn’t do it one more time.

You spent the first half of the first month studying how all the strings worked and the mechanisms of the weapon in general. It wasn’t complicated, especially when you started to pick stuff apart. You spent the other half brainstorming and designing ideas for a more sturdier and functional crossbow, trying to stay calm as you watched Daryl intimidatingly stalk around the community. You felt bad knowing you both blamed yourselves, even though it was neither one of yours fault.

You got lucky in the second month, when you and Carol had gotten lost in the woods, and your only flashlight stopped working.

You just couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, “I’m trying to make Daryl a new crossbow” You blurted out as the two of you stopped walking. Carol turned to you in the dark, striking a match as she did. “That’s nice, how’s it goin?” She smiled softly at your eye roll. “I just don’t know exactly to build it, let alone design” You scoffed, kicking a rock. You weren’t some kind of handyman, but it made busied your mind to have something to build or deconstruct. “Well, we’re in the forest. Why not get some wood?” Carol struck another match, your eyes flickering towards the sound, watching the stick ignite into flames. You nodded, smiling absently as you followed her.

When you got home, you dropped the logs and rummaged through the drawers, grabbing a box of matches and speed walking over to your drawing pad.

You pulled the crossbow out from where you kept it, placing it on the table and quickly walking back to snatch up the logs.

There was more than enough to make a decent amount of arrows, and to try creating a new piece to properly re-string the previously broken one, plopping down into a chair as you started to pick apart the weapon, creative thoughts beginning to flow.

You used your large knife to chop and carve the wood, occasionally nicking yourself or cutting just a little too much off. You took breaks inbetween to draw out ideas, standing up to get a better look before sitting back down, scribbling on the paper or dragging the sharp blade down a wooden piece.

By the third month, you were gluing and securing down new parts and pieces, following a vision in your head.

The crossbow has its original black structure, a small piece of wood right behind the formerly faulty trigger to help it fire once more. You had taken off the head in previous months, not sure what to do with it until recently, picking up the separate piece and turning it around in your hands. The idea of multi function flooded your head, staring down at the arched part and back at the structure as you already busied yourself with mending and bending metal.

You had to re-string and re-wire a few sections, standing up for a test run every so often as you worked vigorously. You were proud of yourself for being able to fix the trigger itself, however this was an even greater fix. You rose to your feet and slid the weapons end over your shoulder, aimming before firing. The string cracked forward as the arrow shot out, and you pulled it back into it’s wooden place, firing one more arrow.

You smiled softly to yourself for being able to fix it, and moved to once more pop the bows head off, only this time setting the structure down and holding it put in front of you, pulling the string back with your fingers and releasing, arrow flying to join the others. “Damn I outdo myself everyday” You pumped a fist in the air as you moved to yank the three arrows from out of the wall.

The head snapped easily back into place, along with the string. You added the dozen wooden sticks you had carved into various sized arrows into the crossbows original holder, staring down at weapon for any overlooked mistakes or potential last minute details. The matchbox briefly crossed your mind.

“Where’s Daryl?” You squinted your eyes and shielded them from the sun, glancing up at Aaron. “Said he was going out. Didn’t wanna push” The man shrugged and you nodded, thanking him for his help before going back to your house to put your gear on.

As you walked out the gates, newly modified crossbow slung around your shoulder, you couldn’t help but wink at your friends prying eyes.

Part of you wasn’t even sure where Daryl would be if not hunting out the woods, but then you realized he wouldn’t go anywhere but the woods.

Your feet led you back to your old campsite, where your heart soared as you spotted faint but very much footprints, following them with your knife drawn closely by your side. The prints were leading you to the lake, and at first you thought maybe you followed old prints, however held your breath when you finally spotted Daryl sitting on the edge of the water. You approached carefully, trying your best to keep the weapon concealed.

“Quit followin’ me” Daryl mumbled when you were standing behind him. You sat next to him, crossbow behind the two of you as you stared out into the water, then at Daryl. He simply looked at ground while digging a small hole with a rock, choosing to remain silent in your presence. It comforted him a little, and he spared a quick glance at you, head snapping upwards. “You- Did you-“ You placed the bow into his lap, fighting your smile as he carefully picked it up and analyzed it. “Why… How’d ya fix it?” He whispered, fingers caressing the wooden chunks and the bow head itself. “I’m sorry it took so long” You mumbled but Daryl shook his head. “Who cares? Ya still fixed it ‘nd then some!” His eyes sparkled as he was already positioning it onto his shoulder, aimming at a nearby tree and whooping at the sound of the string cracking and the arrow flying.

When he noticed the string out of it’s place however, he frowned. “It’s broke” You chuckled, taking the weapon from him and angling it so he could watch you. “It’s got lots of new feats. Bow and arrow good sir?” You popped off the head and handed it him, laughing at his stunned look. Daryl held the arch out in front of him and pulled the string back, sending an arrow next to the previous one. He whipped his head back around, eyes catching your fingers as they fiddled with a red stripe in the middle of the structure, right where the arrow goes. “I haven’t tested this myself” You whispered as you showed Daryl how to properly snap the head back on before rising to your feet.

“Ain’t a self-destruct is it?” Daryl stretched as he stood next to you, moving to yank the few strays out the tree. You shook your head, sliding one of your wooden arrows out the holder and bringing it to the stripe, quickly dragging it across and sliding it into position, flames licking the arrows head. Daryl whistled as it fired into a tree, fire still burning until it wasn’t. “Damn girl. I ain’t ever lettin’ ya get away” Daryl stepped into your space, one hand grabbing your waist and the other relieving you of the heavy weapon, slinging it over his shoulder. “Nice strap” He snorted, glancing down at the magneta shoulder strap replacing his black one. You softly kissed his lips, smiling as your hands rested against his chest. “How else will I identify you, huntermam?” His hands on your waist pulled you closer, thumbs rubbing circles into the skin. Daryl looked and felt much more like himself, an easy smile resting on his lips, his crossbow once again slung over his shoulder, and his woman warm under the touch of his hands.

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its 3 am and im fucking high as fuck guys live laugh love actually who’s down for a stoner reader fic thats sounds so fire

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karshown · 4 months

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he's just odd.. - sfw & light nsfw -

mention of: sharpened objects such as nails, slightly mean remarks by sukuna, small swearing.

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SUKUNA had an odd way of showing affection, or asking to merely feel your touch, just the feeling of your skin beneath his finger pads. Just the feeling of his long nails lightly grazing your soft, plush skin.

Sukuna in general was just odd, he swore up and DOWN that he had zero to no serious feelings regarding your wellbeing, but even the smallest injury ruining your even skin, drove him mentally crazy. Insane even.

So when you were laid under Sukuna, breathing gently onto his bare chest, he couldn't help but feel his heart tug. Something he wasn't used to, something he had no words to describe but it happened everytime you came around.

Every. Single. Time.

He refused to imagine himself loving someone who purely wasn't him, who wasn't Sukuna Ryomen. The sight of you being so close to his half naked body was enough to make him want to love you..? maybe even.. cherish you?

You were so innocently unaware of the evil power the man that laid just a few centimeters from your unconscious body possessed. Or it was more like you didn't bother to care, you loved Sukuna and that was that.

Sukuna directed his attention to the TV, completely pushing any feelings that he had towards you aside and locked away. The slight nudge of your nose nuzzling its way into the solid wall (Sukunas chest) in front of you caused his body to jerk back, he cursed at himself for almost waking you up with that minor movement.

Sukuna couldn't help but stare, did he have feelings or was it just a mini hoax. Or was he solely delusional.

"Are you blushing?" Your voice startled him, he had barely noticed that you were slowly waking up by the minute, his immediate reaction was to deny all false accusations, if not proven it simply wasn't true.

"Of course not, this sight disgusts me!" You never took Sukunas words to heart, you and him both knew that he wanted to have every inch of you.

"Whatever, hold me."

"Mm no,"

"Fine you don't love me, I get it.." thats what you said everytime he didn't do something small, yet he listened everytime & truly deep down believed that you assumed that. Which left a peircing feeling in his chest, everytime.

Moments after you felt two overly long arms wrap around your smaller frame, pulling you close, too close. You were barely able to let out a few huffs as Sukuna tightened his grip around you, he made sure you understood you were more than important to him, you were his everything, & without you he was nothing.

A nobody, a zero.

"Okay okay, I get it!" even that didn't force him to loosen his grasp, you were losing consciousness by the second.

"S'kuna!" you began to beat on his chest with your balled-up fist repeatedly, until he finally released your body, you huffed and puffed as you sat up. The sight of you trying to compose yourself excited him, especially with you sitting on his lap, legs spread as your finger tips lightly grazed his light happytrail, he was about to go feral. You threw your head back, barely focused on what Sukuna was planning on doing.

You didn't care, you almost died, well thats an exaggeration but regardless your life flashed before your eyes all because he wanted to prove that he loved you deep down, down to the veins on his dick. You were startled by the feeling of Sukuna snaking his fingers around your thick, plump thighs. He dug his claws into your skin, not enough to draw blood but enough to lightly sting.

You decided to play dumb, you tilted your head to the side as you raised a brow.

"You know what I want, don't play fucking dumb."

"Well, use your words?"

"Ughhhh, I don't feel like it." Sukuna pouted, as you let out a sigh, finally giving in as he silently whispered "victory" to himself.

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Should I continue? 🥹

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ghoul-slime · 8 months

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Can i offer you prompt 98 with Swiss & Phantom/Aeon please? They are just so made for getting in situations with eachother, you know?

Here you go! I was just dying to write some Swiss/Phantom, so I had a lot of fun with this one! They are definitely made for getting into situations with each other. Thanks for the prompt!

Have some Swiss/Phantom with a little bit of uniform kink, gratuitous use of corny pet names, and some very wet and nasty dirty talk.

For Phantom, the initial excitement of receiving his new uniform wore off quickly. Despite his insistence that everything fit just fine, Papa and Sister had insisted he see the ministry tailor to have the pants and sleeves hemmed. Sister demanded perfection and Papa had reassured the new ghoul that since he’d be practically living in the uniform, he was going to want it to fit just right.

Phantom bounced his head against the back of the couch in the common room and sighed, waiting for his turn to see the tailor. Aurora was in there now, apparently needing more than a few adjustments to her own uniform.

Phantom sighed again and tapped the toes of his shiny new boots against the floor. He still had to wait for Rain to get the knees on his uniform pants patched up and for Dew to have his helmet re-laced before it was his turn. He frowned. Nobody told him how much waiting around he would be doing as a band ghoul, and the tour hadn’t even started yet.

He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly when a pair of legs appears in his field of vision. He looks up to find Swiss grinning down at him with his trademark toothy smile.

“Wow, lookin’ sharp there, bug,” Swiss whistles. “That uniform is doing you all sorts of favors.”

“Yeah?” Phantom grins back up at him, stretches his arms out and shimmies his shoulders, shaking the fringe of the epaulets. “Feels pretty cool. Finally a real part of the band now!”

Swiss laughs and reaches out to ruffle his hair. He tilts his head. “What are you doin’ in here all by yourself though?”

Phantom shrugs. “Waiting my turn to have all this stuff fixed,” he holds out his hands and wiggles his fingers, showing Swiss how the sleeves reach past his palms. He rolls his eyes. “Bored though.”

Swiss reaches out for Phantom’s hands and pulls him up off the couch. He kisses the pads of his fingers before letting him go.

“Lemme get a good look at you in your new uniform, handsome thing,” Swiss asks and Phantom takes a step back, does a little turn, and lets Swiss take in the sight of him. He looks good, Swiss thinks, even if the sleeves are just a tad bit too long.

The rich, textured black fabric looks elegant draped across his lean body. The fit of the vest accentuates his slim waist, and the lacing at the seat of his pants draws attention to his cute little butt. Phantom can feel Swiss staring, and reaches back to swat at the laces dangling near his ass.

“These are weird though,” he laughs. “How the heck am I supposed to get myself in and out of these things all by myself?!” He throws an innocent look at Swiss over his shoulder and wiggles his hips.

Swiss laughs. He can see what kind of game Phantom is trying to play here.

“Well babydoll, I just so happen to have plenty of experience in this department,” he slings an arm around Phantom’s shoulder. “Want me to show you how it’s done? Maybe help alleviate some of that boredom while we're at it?” Swiss waggles his eyebrows to emphasize.

Phantom curls around, stands on his toes and wraps his arms around Swiss’ neck. Leans up to kiss him on the lips. Swiss hums in appreciation and deepens the kiss, reaches around to cup Phantom’s ass, squeezing him and pulling him flush against his hips.

Swiss moves to tug Phantom’s jacket off when the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts their makeout session. It’s Aether, standing at the doorway with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

“Don’t you dare take that uniform off of him, Swiss,” Aether chides. “We just got him all laced up and put together and he still needs to get fitted for adjustments.”

Swiss holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Aeth,” Swiss reassures him. “Just helping our boy kill some time while he waits.”

“Uh huh,” Aether answers, sounding unconvinced. He shoots Phantom a warning look. “And please, for the love of Satan, don’t get it dirty.”

“Yes mom,” Phantom answers, rolling his eyes. Aether contemplates them for a moment before turning back to the door with a sigh. Swiss blows him a kiss as Aether shuts the door behind himself, muttering something under his breath.

When Swiss turns back, Phantom practically pounces on him, eagerly kissing and licking his way into Swiss’ mouth, tugging him back by the shirt until he’s backing them up to the couch. Phantom plops himself down, reaching up to cup Swiss through his jeans, petting and pawing at him until the hard line of his cock presses against his zipper.

Phantom licks his lips and pops the button of Swiss’ jeans, dragging the zipper down to pet at his cock through his briefs. “Fuck me on the couch?” he offers, hopeful.

Swiss leans forward, threads his fingers through Phantom’s hair, lets him nuzzle his face against his cock through the fabric of his underwear. “Anything you want,” he agrees. “Better make it quick though. Wouldn’t want Aether or Papa to find out. Get us both sent back to the pit before we even get out on the road.”

Phantom laughs, pulls the elastic waistband of Swiss’ boxers down, and leans in to lap at the tip of his dick, humming at the taste of it on his tongue and swallowing the whole of him down to the base. Swiss groans, tightening his grip on Phantom’s hair before he’s pulling back with a pop, wiping away the thread of saliva connecting his lips with the head of Swiss’ cock, looking pleased with himself.

Phantom flops down against the back of the couch and reaches for his belt buckle before Swiss is crowding back in, leaning over him and swatting his hands away, taking the belt into his own hands.

“Oh no you don’t,” he chuckles. “Lemme do it. Gotta try and keep you as intact as possible here.” Phantom lets his hands fall to the side as Swiss unbuckles the belt, unfastens his pants, and pulls down the zipper. “Lift your butt,” Swiss asks and Phantom complies, bracing himself on his elbows and lifting up enough for Swiss to shimmy his pants and underwear down to around his thighs. Pushing them as far down as he can get them without untying the lacing down his legs.

Swiss lets his hands wander up Phantom’s chest, feeling the soft textured velvet of the vest, the cool metal of the buckles, reaches up to grasp at the fabric of the tie, pulling gently until their lips meet. Swiss kisses him deep, licking into his mouth, tracing the outline of his fangs with his tongue, kisses him until he’s pulling sweet little whimpers and whines from between Phantom’s plush lips.

“Swiss,” Phantom whines, canting his hips up, bringing Swiss’ attention to his hard cock bobbing in the air, just starting to glisten at the tip. Phantom wraps a hand around himself and looks up at Swiss with big, pleading eyes.

“I got you baby,” Swiss spits into his hand, slicks himself up, and reaches for Phantom’s legs.

“Oh!” Phantom shouts, “Hang on just a second!” And then he’s flipping himself over to wriggle to the edge of the couch, pants bunched up between his thighs and bare ass on full display as he reaches in to rummage around between the couch cushions.

Swiss watches him for a moment, cringing inwardly when he notices the back of Phantom’s jacket is already starting to wrinkle. Phantom lets out a happy little chirp and turns back triumphantly, a tiny squeeze bottle of lube held up proudly in his hand. Swiss raises an eyebrow.

“Dew hides it in there,” he explains. “For when Aether rails him on the couch after their little date night movie marathons.” He makes air quotes with his fingers at the words “movie marathon.” Phantom frowns, considering it. “Don’t tell him I told you that though.”

Swiss holds his hand to his heart, “Our little secret.” And then Phantom is pressing the bottle into his hands and rearranging himself back on the couch, lazily stroking himself and grinning up at Swiss with a toothy, mischievous little smirk.

“Gimme your legs,” Swiss gestures at him with his fingers until Phantom is crowding himself down, lifting his legs, still bound together at the thighs by his pants, into Swiss’ waiting hands.

Swiss arranges him on the couch like that, both legs held into the air, thighs together and bent at the knee. He rests the backs of Phantom’s calves against his chest, lets the heels of his boots sit just at his shoulder. He looks down to admire the view he’s created for himself.

Phantom squirms, becoming impatient. “Give it to me already, Swiss,” he whines. “Before Aether comes back to yell at us.”

Swiss smooths his hands down the soft skin of Phantom’s thighs before popping the cap to the lube and drizzling a thin stream directly onto his cock. He pumps himself a couple of times, smearing it around and getting himself nice and slicked up before smearing the rest across Phantom’s fluttering, waiting hole.

He traces the pad of one finger around the rim before slipping inside, pulling a sweet little sigh from Phantom as he sinks in deep and fingers him. When he finishes, Swiss pulls his shirt off over his head, wipes his hands on it, and tosses it aside.

He lines the wet head of his cock up against Phantom’s entrance and pushes in. Phantom is tight, so tight, even more so with how Swiss has his legs pressed together, how his pants force his thighs shut as Swiss spears him on his cock.

Phantom reaches up to pull at one of his nipples as Swiss bottoms out and starts thrusting.

“You better not jizz all over my new uniform,” Phantom speaks up, breaking Swiss from his concentration.

Swiss tips his head back and laughs at Phantom’s blunt words. “Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then,” he answers. Thrusts in deep until he’s flush with the backs of Phantom’s thighs.

Phantom contemplates for a beat. “Good idea.” He nods his head resolutely.

And then Swiss is fucking him in earnest, bouncing the fringe of his jacket with each thrust of his hips, hearing it swish against the fabric of the couch along with the wet slide of his cock pushing and pulling in and out of Phantom’s body. He grips Phantom’s legs, feeling the leather of his uniform boots and the laces of his pants beneath his palms as he folds him in half, fucks into him deeper.

After a moment he feels Phantom squirming again, struggling to find purchase on his elbows. Straining his neck as he tries to look past his own legs.

“What’s wrong, bug?” Swiss asks, slowing his thrusts.

Phantom clicks his tongue in annoyance, huffs out an irritated little breath. “You know I like seeing it go inside me,” he frowns. “Can’t see it with my legs in the way like this.” He squirms again, squeezing tight around Swiss’ cock as he struggles to sit up and cranes his neck.

Swiss inhales sharply at his words, knowing that yeah, Phantom really does like seeing himself penetrated. Always has them fucking next to a mirror, or folding his flexible little body to peer down at Swiss sliding inside him, or even handing Swiss his cell phone and demanding he record it for him to watch later.

“Sorry babydoll,” Swiss apologizes, picking up his pace again. “How about I tell you what I see back here. How pretty you look taking me all inside.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Phantom agrees, smiling and satisfied with that idea. “But you gotta tell me everything.”

Swiss licks his index finger, traces it around Phantom’s rim, feels where they’re connected together. “I see your wet, pink little hole, stretched so pretty and puffy around my cock. Swallowing me up.”

Swiss sees Phantom’s arm moving from behind his legs, jacking himself off to what he hears described.

Swiss pushes himself in. “I see the way you open up for me, so slick and easy, when I push in.” He glides his cock back out, glistening and wet, pulling out all the way to see Phantom’s hole gape and wink at him. “And I see how stretched open and fucked out you look when I pull out.”

Phantom groans, tosses his head back, jerks himself off faster. Swiss can feel he’s getting close, looking down at Phantom’s perfect little body, hears the way he whimpers and groans with each thrust, feels the way Phantom clutches and trembles around him as he describes everything he sees.

“Gonna cum, bug. You ready for it?”

Phantom nods his head frantically, tossing his hair around, letting the fringe of it fall over his eyes.

“Gotta hold it all inside for me, though. Can’t spill a single drop onto your nice, clean new uniform,” Swiss continues. “Think you can do that for me, baby?”

Phantom chokes out a cry and nods again, tugs himself off faster when Swiss cums deep inside him. Cries out as Swiss presses in flush against him, emptying himself inside Phantom’s tight little body. When he pulls out, Phantom’s hands fly to his hole, feeling himself clench around Swiss’ release, desperate not to let anything leak out.

Phantom lets out a quiet little oof when Swiss lets his legs down, feeling the blood rush back to his feet as he pants. His cock is red and kicking between his legs, dripping wet at the head and threatening to drip a glistening gob of pre down his shaft.

Swiss can’t have that. Not when they’d done such a good job keeping Phantom and his new uniform nice and clean.

Swiss drops to his knees. Crawls up until he’s face to face with Phantom’s dripping cock.

“You did so good, baby,” Swiss purrs, “Now what do you say you finish down my throat and we get you put back together nice and neat and clean before anybody knows what we did?”

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win-writes · 1 year

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𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘳

༶ pairing; jouno x fem!reader

༶ contains; sensitive topics (s/h), mentions of cuts & scars, fluff, jouno comforting reader

༶ a/n; please proceed only if you're sure that reading this won't trigger you!! this is pretty much a vent and i was really hesitant if i should post this, but i thought that maybe something good can come out of this and help comfort others as well

"I'm sorry" your voice comes out raspy, cause by your violent cries from just a few moments ago. Your eyes are puffy and your hands, that previously assaulted your own body, are now trembling.

"It's alright" he replies, without interrupting his hands carefully taking care of your damaged skin. The soft pads of his fingers run over your cuts ever so gently one last time, before applying bandages over them "But you shouldn't be asking me for forgiveness, my love" he leans closer, placing a kiss over your covered scars "Your own body comes first" Your chin trembles as you feel another pool of tears forming in your eyes.

Jouno always finds the right words to say when you need it the most. You truly couldn't be more grateful he embraced with so much love this side of yourself that you despise so much. But there's still a part of you that feels guilty knowing he has to deal with something like this because of you.

"Princess, what are you thinking?" you snap out of your thoughts and stare at him with your big sad eyes "That I don't deserve you at all" your throat thickens as your tears roll down your face. Jouno lets out a sad sigh, positioning himself beside you "Please. don't ever say that again" he cups your sweaty face in his warm hands, drawing invisible circles on your cheeks with his thumbs.

"But it's true" you lower your gaze as you speak "You could do so much better than this.." a sob arises in your throat "With someone far less pathetic than me"

Jouno can feel his heart twisting at your words. It pains him when he listens to you speak so ill of yourself. Especially when you say things like that. Like he could find somebody else and be happier. Little did you know that Jouno couldn't even dream of being with someone who isn't you.

"My love, look at me" you slowly raise your eyes. Jouno gently pulls you closer to him, connecting your lips together. Your hands grab on his shirt for dear life, afraid that he's gonna disappear the moment you open your eyes. Like he's part of a dream and you'll lose him when you wake up. He can taste your salty tears on your lips and hear your heartbeat pacing with every passing second your lips remain locked with his.

A few moments later, he backs up "I wouldn't change you for anyone else" he whispers right above your mouth. He places a kiss on your cheek before resting his forehead against yours "Not a single day passes without thinking how lucky I am to be yours"

Hearing his last words sent an electric pulse through your bones. Jouno always preferred to express his feelings through actions, so to say you're not shocked by his direct confession would be an understatement "If you're the lucky one.." you raise your hand to play with his earring "Then what the hell am I supposed to be?" you ask while a smile slowly roses on your face.

Jouno's face dazzles with happiness the second he notices your heartbeat returning to its calm rhythm. He holds your free hand into his own, placing another kiss at the back of your palm "Since I'm the lucky one.." he caresses your face and gives you his warmest smile, before leaning into your ear to whisper words coming from the bottom of his heart.

"I guess that makes you the perfect one"

Hello again, if you've read this far, i just want to let you know that you matter and idc if you don't take my words seriously cause i'm a silly little nobody on the internet, but this comes from the bottom of my heart, your life matters and i'm so proud of you for being here today <3 thank you for spending your time reading this, please take care and remember that you'll always have someone wishing nothing but the best of things coming your way<3

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years

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Boss — Chapter 17

pairing: javier peña x CIA!OC

warnings: NSFW 18+ (MINORS DNI), shower sex, blow job, oral sex (fem), unprotected sex, mentions of PTSD, mention of past r*pe/SA (no explicit details), angst, some fluff woven in, me only half-following the narcos plotline

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Valeria woke up to a cold bed, eyes peeling slowly open and a satisfied smile still on her face from the night before. When she reached out and only felt cold sheets and pillows, she bolted upright, sucking in a sharp breath to kick-start her brain.

Before panic could truly set in, she heard the shower running in her en-suite bathroom, a soft exhale of relief slipping out. Throwing her blanket off, she padded over the cold tile and to the bathroom, slowly opening the door and poking her head in.

Javier stood behind the fogged glass door, his golden tanned form almost completely blurred, but somehow it still stirred arousal in her. When she stepped further into the steamy room, she noticed he was humming—or singing, perhaps. She closed the door behind her to keep the steam in and tiptoed over to the shower, watching as he jumped when he saw her through the glass.

“Fuck me!” He shouted and clutched his chest before laughing at himself, helping her in with his hand.

“Were you singing?” She asked as he pulled her in, kissing over her sleep-swollen face and lips. She melted into him and felt his lips curl into a grin against her, his mustache ticking her cheek.

“Mmm, even if I was, nobody would believe you.” He mumbled, earning a hearty laugh as she pulled back, sliding her hands up his broad and wet chest, removing the droplets that had gathered there on his skin.

“You seem like you’re in a good mood,” she spoke softly—this was a delicate morning in feeling and demanded an equally delicate volume. Javier shrugged, hiding a grin. “What is it?”

“Feistl and Van Ness called me late last night. Turns out that Captain they thought was clean wasn’t. Took ‘em on a goose chase. Then…by sheer luck, they found out where Gilberto Rodriguez lives. And while you were sleeping…I drove over to Coronel Martinez’s place. We have an op arranged today and…I think we might get him. The top partner in the Cali fuckin’ Cartel.” He spoke to her in a whisper, hardly louder than the stream of water falling over the two of their bodies. She looked up at him in shock—how could so much happen in one night? Turned out, a lot.

Soon, her look of shock turned into one of excitement, grinning widely at him as she draped her arms over his shoulders. Javier leaned down, his arms hugged around her waist, lips slowly working against hers.

“You know…I’m going to be gone all day. In a dangerous op…risking my life…this may be our last chance to—“

“Are you actually trying to coerce me into sex?” She pulled away from his lips, chuckling at him as she watched him shrug, eyes flickering down to her lips for a second before meeting hers again, his head nodding. She bit her lip and reached a hand down, stroking his already hard cock that rested against her hip, drawing a surprised but soft moan from his lips. “You know you don’t have to talk me into it. After all, what do you think I even came in here for?”

“Perfect. You’re fucking perfect.” He mumbled as he leaned back in, squeezing her close in his arms as his lips coaxed hers open. She moaned against him, tongues lazily fighting for dominance, his hands sliding down the curve of her spine and gripping the flesh of her ass. She pumped him in her hand, his velvet soft skin slick from the running water. Soft moans fell from his lips into hers and made her feel dizzy, Javier’s lips traveling down her chin, biting at her jaw before continuing down her neck.

“Do you want me to get on my knees for you, baby? Hm?” She purred out, earning a groan of appreciation from him, his hands squeezing her ass even harder.

“Yes, baby…take me in your mouth.” He mumbled against her neck before pulling back, his eyes hazy and lust-filled as he focused on her again, combing back her dampened curls as she lowered to her knees. She grinned at him like a devil, his brows furrowing as he eagerly and impatiently awaited the upcoming pleasure. She puckered her lips loosely and rubbed the tip of his throbbing length over them, her hand stroking him while she teased him. Javi shook his head and grinned at her, his hand stroking over her jawline. “You’re a tease this morning.”

“It may be our last chance…remember?” She raised an eyebrow, watching as he chuckled. She waited until he was fully distracted to take him deep into her mouth, relishing in the hiss of pleasure that fell from his perfectly pouty lips.

“Fuck, cariño…you’re perfect.” He praised as she bobbed on him slowly, using her hand to stimulate what her mouth couldn’t in a million years reach due to his size and girth. Javier gathered her hair into a ponytail, using his fist to secure it as he guided her movements, his eyes constantly teetering back and forth from watching her and looking up at the ceiling. Popping him out of her mouth, she paid attention to his balls, licking them and sucking them in an effort to force another moan from his lips. Javier furrowed his brows and opened his mouth at the sight, her hand pumping his slick length, mouth working away at the rest of him, her green eyes looking wide and innocent as she stared up at him. “Stand up, querida.”

“I was just getting started,” she frowned, Javier chuckling as he lifted her to stand, his hands holding her face and neck as he pressed his mouth to hers, tongue battling hers for dominance. She was breathless when she pulled away, Javier using his big hands to turn her and press her back against the cold shower wall.

“You were going to make me cum, baby…want to do that inside you.” He lowered himself to the ground, making her chuckle at the sight of his broad body in the cramped space. Lifting her knee to rest over his shoulder, he wasted no time in pressing his lips and tongue against her heat, shutting her right up.

“So good…so good at this, Javi baby…” She sighed in relief, her head falling back against the wall as she ran her fingers through his wet hair. Javier moaned against her in response, his finger working her open while his tongue went to work. At this point in their relationship, he knew her like the back of his hand. His tongue knew exactly where to flick, lick, suck, his fingers also knowing their target well. It never took longer than ten minutes for her thighs to begin shaking, head tipping forward to watch him, face scrunched in pleasure as she whispered incoherent praises to him while he maintained eye contact.

So fucking good. Just like that. Just like that. Oh, god. Yes. Keep going. I love you so much.

Over and over like a mantra until the coil inside her snapped, her entire body feeling limp under the weight of the ecstasy.

“Javi, fuck…” She cradled his face as he rose to his feet, his lips meeting hers in a few sloppy kisses, her taste all over his skilled tongue. He pulled back, his thumb stroking over her flushed cheek before turning her around, her hands pressing against the wall.

“How bad do you want me, cariño? How hard do you need me to fuck you?” He purred in her ear as he kicked her legs apart, one hand on her hip, the other stroking his cock.

“Need you…want it hard…rough. Want to feel you all day.” She breathed back, surprised she was even able to form a coherent thought. Javier moaned against the shell of her ear and pressed the tip of his length into her, a sigh of relief falling from both of their lips as he became fully seated.

“You want to feel me all day, querida? You sure about that?” He husked in her ear, the hair on her skin standing up as he electrified her senses. She nodded adamantly as accepted the harsh snap of his hips against her ass, her hands firmly pressed to the wall as his pace turned more and more brutal with each thrust.

“Want to feel you while I’m at the office. Want my legs to be sore, for everything to be sore…” She breathed out, Javier grunting in appreciation as he slid his arms around her torso, hugging her back to his chest.

“Rub your clit for me, baby.” He purred low and gravelly into her ear, her hands quickly obeying and sliding down to rub at her overstimulated bud. “Miss you so much when I’m gone…never want to leave you…I love you, querida.”

“Oh, Javi, baby…fill me up, mark me as yours. Let me feel you inside me all day long.” She begged through strangled moans as she started to shake, her legs threatening to give out. Javier gave her a few slow, more targeted thrusts to finish her off, her body going limp in his strong hold as she came at the same time.

“Fuck…that felt so good.” He breathed out, placing kisses against the side of her face, all over until she gained enough strength to stand on her own. She chuckled as she peeled her body away from his, her thighs trembling as she stood in the stream of hot water, letting it soak her hair completely. He smiled to himself, his heart feeling more obvious in his chest as he watched her tip her head back, combing her fingers through her hair with a satisfied grin on her face. He couldn’t help but reach his hand up to cradle her face, thumb swiping over her jaw.

“So beautiful,” he praised in a whisper as her bright green eyes opened slowly to meet his. Her heart literally skipped a beat as he stared at her, her tan cheeks surely flushed a pinkish red under the heat of his gaze. “I remember the first time I ever saw you. In that meeting, looking so…unobtainable, commanding the room, being mean to Murphy…I fell in love the moment we ran into you in the hall. Do you remember that, cariño?”

“I do,” she smiled softly, that day seeming like a decade ago when in truth it had only been less than a year since. “I remember you trying to flirt with me, or at least that’s what I remember feeling like. And I wasn’t about to let some…”

She took in a sharp inhale as she grinned, leaning against his warm and wet body, her hands and eyes surveying every inch of his chest, neck, and face.

“Some smooth talking, beauty of a man ruin my reputation. You know I’d never been with someone I worked with before you? Not even close. I was a bitch to everyone. And then you came along,” she smirked and looked into his eyes, crinkled a bit by his own wide smile, his hands holding the curve of her hips as they let the water turn cold.

“Well, to be fair, you were a little bitchy to me for a while.” He teased, watching as she rolled her eyes.

“It was a different kind of bitch. I think you could tell from the start I was into you.” She pulled away and finished her actual shower, Javier holding onto her from behind and relishing in her presence while she did.

“I couldn’t. I mean, I knew I was sort of…I knew I’d manage to get you in the sack, but I had no idea you liked me. That’s probably why I pulled back for a little. I knew I liked you too much to sleep with you when you didn’t feel the same way.” He mumbled against her shoulder as she washed her face, kissing softly against the warm, scarred skin. His finger traced over the golf-ball sized scar from her run in with the sicarios in Medellin, a scar he often avoided looking at or thinking too much of because of his own PTSD from the incident. “Then…everything happened. The day you almost died…I was done for. If you would’ve been taken from me…” He paused, seemingly choked up with the words he’d left unspoken. “Anyways, that’s when I knew I had to have you in whatever way you’d let me.”

“Little did you know, I’d let you have me in any way you wanted.” She turned the water off and spun in his arms, holding his face in her hands. “I‘ve never properly thanked you for saving my life that day, Javi—“

“And you don’t need to start now. I don’t…” He inhaled sharply, removing her hands from his face and kissing her palms. “I don’t need to hear it. I don’t need you buying into this savior bullshit everyone else around me seems to see me as. You know me. The real me. I’m not a hero, not a savior. Please…just let me be Javier, at least with you.”

“I love you, Javier. In your entirety.” She spoke as though she was scolding him, but she needed to convey the honesty in her words since they seemed so…lackluster vocalized. Javier nodded in understanding and leaned over to kiss her deep enough for her to feel long after he’d pulled away.

“I love you. You’re everything to me, querida. Everything.” He placed another lingering kiss to her forehead, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment to savor this last bit of peace before he had to enter a literal war.

They were soon out of the shower, dressed and satisfied, though the looming knowledge that in just a few minutes he’d be off on a dangerous operation made the satisfaction a bit dull. He looked good today—a vision of the Javier she met and fell in love with. He wore a much-too-tight button up shirt, a pale blue that made him look all the more golden and tan. His grey jeans—the mere fact that he was in jeans instead of the slacks she’d come to know here in Bogota—drove her mad with lust, the material hugging him tightly in all the right places. It felt criminal for him to have to leave her looking this good, especially when she had no idea when—or if—he’d come back.

“Alright, I should get going.” He finished the last of his coffee and stood up from the table the two of them had been sat at, quietly sharing their breakfast together. She checked the time on her wrist and nodded, standing up as well. He waited for her to gather her briefcase, surely making himself late just to have as much time with her as possible.

“Okay,” she nodded with a small smile, grabbing her keys out of her purse, her other hand gripping the briefcase as she approached him by the door. With a deep sigh, she placed it on the ground before pulling him in for a tight embrace, Javier clinging to her just as desperately as she was clinging to him. “Be safe. I—just…please?”

“You don’t have to worry about me, querida.” He kissed the top of her head and swayed her as he held her close. “I should be back tonight. Want me to come ov—“

“Yes.” She answered abruptly, making him chuckle as she pulled away from him. “I mean, sure. Yeah. Come over if you want.”

“I love you.” He spoke as though he was swearing an oath, her eyes suddenly becoming blurry as she teared up and nodded. Javier cooed and shook his head as his thumb wiped over her cheek, catching the stray tear that had fallen. “I’ll see you tonight. Okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded and pulled away, bending down to grab her briefcase before opening the door. She knew she had to just get it over with—no more stalling. He had a job to do, and the longer she kept him from it, the more danger he was putting himself in. She didn’t say another word, watching him get into his car and slowly take off for work while she tried to do the same.

•••

“Chief Hernandez”

“Yes,” she tore her eyes from a report she’d been reading as she heard someone speak. To her surprise, one of the most handsome men she’d laid eyes on stood in her office doorway, a timid smile on his face as he stepped inside. He looked like a younger, less weathered Javier—as if he’d never faced any trauma in his life. Catching herself as she admired him, she took an inhale of breath to rid herself of her surface-level attraction to him. “How can I help you?”

“Uh, HR said you were expecting me. I’m James—Agent Matthew, sorry. I’m supposed to be your new administrative assistant...until there’s an opening in special ops, at least.” This guy? He looked like he came straight out of a Calvin Klein ad, not Quantico. Well, at the minimum it sure beat the girl she’d fired for sexually harassing her boyfriend.

“Ah, yes. Sorry. This morning has been…okay, let’s get you set up at a desk.” She stood and tried to shoo the thought of Javier out on his op out of her head for the umpteenth time this morning. She walked around her desk, not failing to notice the way the younger man’s eyes took her in as she walked past him. He followed her like a puppy as she walked him into the main office, people filling the room as they tended to their daily tasks. “So, usually, I’d have an open desk for you by my office. But since we’re sharing an office with the DEA, it’s become a task to find an open desk around here.”

Finally, she walked him across the room to a nook, close to Javi’s office, with an open desk. She unveiled it with a small smile, watching as the man looked back and forth between the desks location to her office all the way across the room.

“I know it’s a little bit of a walk.” She called his attention back to hers, watching as he chuckled in relief and nodded. Her eyes narrowed on the naive and seemingly privileged man, him having failed your test. “Guess you’ll get your steps in.”

“Wha—“

“I like my coffee black, at least three cups a day, regardless of if I drink them or not. One when I arrive, one at lunch, and one before I leave for the day. You will have a daily task sheet placed on your desk every morning, I expect everything to be done before the end of the day, if not sooner.” Valeria would be lying if she said her stern reputation wasn’t her favorite thing about the job, not because she enjoyed being an asshole to her agents, but because it erased all of their preconceptions due to the fact that she was a beautiful woman. She didn’t charm her way to the top of the DEA and CIA operations here in South America and Mexico—she clawed her way there. “Oh, and if you need anything, go to somebody else.”

•••

Word had gotten out about the DEA’s successful operation in Cali. Javier and Coronel Martínez had not only successfully apprehended the head partner of the Cali Cartel, they’d brought him straight to Bogota where no corrupt police could help him sneak out.

The entire office was buzzing, everyone staying late into the evening in hopes that Agent Peña would show up so that they could get their congrats in, the news coverage blasting in every screen in the office as they waited. Meanwhile, Valeria was sat in the Ambassadors office with Bill Stechner, feeling pretty far from celebratory as the two berated her for her part in setting up this semi-coup.

“I didn’t do anything, sir. I had no part to play in this operation. I’m not sure why the two of you are berating me like I was the one who set the whole thing up.” She defended, looking mostly at Stechner since she knew the Ambassador rarely cared much about what happened as long as America looked like the hero.

“You’ve been giving Peña classified reports, taking them out of the office. Hell, sir, the two have been shacking up, trading confidential information, planning their little “justice” coup—“

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows before reaching into his pocket to pull out a tape. The room was silent as he popped it into the cassette player, flipping through audios of not only the two of them talking in their respective offices, but also ones from her own apartment. When the tape began to play audio from last night—the two of them moaning and lost in each other—she grabbed the tape and held it in her hand, standing up and staring down at him with tears in her eyes.

“You tapped my fucking house?” She spat, unsure of what else to say. It felt like more of an assault than she’d ever experienced—and experienced quite a bit at the hands of the narcos. Stechner didn’t look proud as he turned to the Ambassador, who’s face was laden with disgust for the pair.

“I have the authority to tap anyone who appears to threaten the operations of the CIA—“

“Bullshit.” She spat and threw the tape at him. “I’m a fucking threat? How is recording me having sex protecting this country? Hm? How is playing an audio of me having sex in front of the Ambassador protecting our operations, Bill? No, you’re not doing this because of duty and honor. You’re humiliating me and trying to discredit me because your little plan is crumbling.”

“Alright, Hernandez. That’s enough,” The Ambassador stepped in, shaking his head at the two of them.

Meanwhile, Javier arrived at the office, his eyes scanning past the swarms of coworkers as he tried to find Valeria—to see the look on her face when he told her he’d actually done something good, something to put away the men who they both so desperately desired to see behind bars.

“Have you seen Chief Hernandez?” He asked one of his agents as they tried to congratulate him.

“I think she’s in with the Ambassador. But, Chief Peña, let me just say what an honor—“

“Yeah, thanks.” He patted the man on his shoulder and continued through the office until he was opening the wooden doors of the Ambassador’s office.

His eyes took in the scene in front of him, Valeria standing, both Stechner and the Ambassador sitting, all of them looking pained to be around each other.

“Mr. Ambassador,” he began with a nod of his head, his eyes locking with his girlfriend’s as she turned to look over her shoulder. She hadn’t expected him to be right here in front of her, and while his presence was deeply calming and appreciated, it certainly wasn’t the right time for her to leap into his arms.

“Big day.” He replied coldly, Javier’s eyes moving from the Ambassador’s to Valeria’s, silently asking her if she was okay. “That was quite a notch on your belt.”

“It was strong intel sir,” He approached the three of them, his eyes flickering to his girlfriend’s against his own will. “I acted—“

“Do you know how much work you torched?” The Ambassador shouted, Javier fighting the urge to shout back.

“The people want to see the Godfathers in handcuffs and that’s what they’re gonna get.” The deep timber of his confident voice never failed to stir her, even in serious moments like this. “The front page of every newspaper tomorrow.”

“Colombians may not feel that way.” Javier swallowed thickly, eyes glancing over at Valeria’s tired and reddened ones. “Let’s go find out…And get changed.”

Javier watched as the two men filed out of the office, him following shortly after while Valeria lingered behind. He turned to her as he noticed she was hardly walking, her red painted nails held up to her mouth as she anxiously chewed on them. Javier slowed his steps and waited for her, his hand reaching for the small of her back but being shrugged away.

“What’s wrong?” He asked with furrowed brows. This wasn’t the homecoming he was expecting. Valeria shook her head and lowered her now nub-short fingernails from her mouth, turning to look at him with tear-filled eyes. It didn’t take much for her to fall onto his chest, holding on to him as she cried against his shirt. “Baby, what…what happened?”

“Stechner, he…” She tried to calm her tears, her throat swollen an in pain as she attempted to speak. She knew Javier might kill Stechner for what he did, but after being so violated by the man, she really didn’t care. “He…tapped not only our offices, so he’s heard everything…but he also tapped my apartment. He…in front of the Ambassador, he…played the audio of us having sex from just last night! Do you know how fucking embarrassing it was to hear that? In front of the fucking Ambassador?”

“I’ll kill him.” Javier clenched his jaw and moved to walk off in Stechner’s direction, her hand grabbing his bicep to stop him. Javier softened as he took her in, tear-stained cheeks and plump chapped lips. It killed him to see her this way, and while he still planned on kicking Stechner’s ass, he knew she didn’t need that right now. She needed him. “I’m so sorry, querida. Sorry I left you here to…deal with that asshole alone. I should’ve realized he would go after you since I wasn’t here to attack.”

“I just feel so violated. It’s like…this government I’ve sacrificed so much to be a part of, to do good in the name of…one that I got raped because of—“ Javier’s heart stopped at the mention of the word, suddenly now wanting to kill Stechner more as he realized just how violated she must feel. “And then they just went and did this. Violated me sexually just the same as the narcos they’re supposed to be putting to justice. He may not have physically done anything to me, but he assaulted me just the same. By ruining my reputation, by recording me having sex, by playing that recording for my fucking boss. All to prove a point. All to discredit me. I just…”

“Come here,” He didn’t know what to do or say. She was a stronger person than he would’ve been if he was in her position. He cradled her head against his chest and thought of ways, any way, that he could get back at Stechner for what he did, but they all seemed to end up with getting himself in prison.

“I feel like I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore. Working here, for people who don’t give two shits about right and wrong…I don’t want to do it anymore.” She mumbled against his shirt, thankful for the calming properties of his spicy smell and body’s constant state of warmth.

“Once your contract is up, we’ll leave all this bullshit behind.” He kissed her head and lifted it off his chest, his brown eyes peering deeply into hers. “I am so sorry he did that to you, cariño. Sincerely, I—“

“Chief Hernandez?” Her eyes closed shut in pained annoyance as she heard mini-Javier call her name. Javi turned around out of protection, hiding her behind his broad form, and glared at the young agent, his eyes taking in the sight of himself from about 15 years before. “Sorry, Chief Peña, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was just looking for Agent Hernandez.”

“Who are you?” He asked, not an ounce of care in his voice.

“I’m her new assistant, I just finished my task-list—“

“You’re an assistant?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Valeria buried her face into the dip between his shoulder blades, trying to hide the smile that erupted on her face at the sound of Javier’s jealousy.

“Hopefully going into special ops once I’ve earned a few stripes.” He chuckled, his smile fading once he realized Javier was not going to laugh with him. “Uh, anyways, if you see her, could you tell her I have it all ready.”

“What do you think about her? Your boss.” Javier asked, making her eyes roll. What was he up to?

“Well, I’m a lucky guy. Everyone else I came here with got assigned to these old men, and she’s…well, you’ve seen her.” Javier faked a laugh at that, probably to hide her groan of annoyance. “If I can be frank, she’s a bit of a bitch, sir. But…I think in time she’ll loosen up. Once she gets to know me.”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath.” Javier shook his head as he spoke, holding back the urge to add this kid to the list of men he’d have to beat up in Valeria’s honor. “And, if I can be frank, don’t ever let me hear you calling your superior a bitch. You’re nothing here, okay? A freshman. People like her, like me, we’ve seen and done things that have earned us respect. You…have done nothing. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” He nodded and quickly scurried off, Javier watching him leave before turning back to Valeria. She gave him a smirk and poked his stomach, watching as he rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.”

“You’re jealous of my mini-Javier?” She teased, thankful to have a distraction from her current problems.

“Mini-Javier? He looks nothing like me. He’s…a stuck up kid. I’m a man, querida. Or do I need to remind you?” He raised an eyebrow at her, watching as she shook her head with a grin.

“He does look like you. Gotta admit.” She mumbled again as the two of them took off back to the main office, Javier needing to change into his suit before the big meeting with the President, Valeria needing to wipe the mascara stains from her cheeks and send home her agents.

“Maybe in his fucking dreams.” Javi spat as the two of them split up and walked to their respective offices, his eyes glancing over at his clone’s when he reached his office door. “You’re sitting over here?”

“Yeah, there were no desks by—“

“Eh, better off that way, I guess. Since she’s a bitch and all, right?” Javier opened his door and shut it before the kid could respond.

He hated having a physical representation of his younger self so close by, but it was better than Valeria having access to the younger, less broken version of him. It wasn’t that he doubted her faithfulness to him, but he couldn’t shake the insecure feeling that she’d trade him in for this newer model. One that hadn’t hurt her before.

Luckily, he didn’t have much time to dwell on the young man for today. He was whisked into this high-ranking meeting, Valeria standing beside him in the corner as they listened to the President of Colombia rule in their favor. The two of them looked over at each other at the same time, both wearing twinning looks of surprised delight.

“Fuckin’ a.” Javier mumbled to her as everyone began shuffling out of the room. When he opened his debrief folder to look over the papers inside it, he found a tiny slip of paper with scribbled handwriting reading: You broke it, you bought it. Asshole!

“What’s that?” She asked, watching as he crumbled it up and looked around the room for Stechner, his stench all over the little note.

“Uh, nothing.” He tucked the paper into his pocket and tried to rid the stress from his face as he looked down at her beside him, offering her a soft smile. “Ready to go?”

“Back to our wire-tapped and spied on apartments. Yay.” She joked darkly, Javier chuckling as he followed her out of the conference room.

“God bless America.”

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Summary: When the hell is Eddie's birthday? Well, the Henderson siblings soon find out and rush to make it the best day they can.

Tags: Birthday Fluff, Sweet, Established Relationship, Referenced Child Neglect

Song Recommendations: Your Song by Elton John

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

April fools day. First of the month. Great for pranksters. And, it was the birthday of Hawkins' own bumbling clown, Eddie Munson. It was his birthday, but nobody needed to know that.

When he was young, Eddie's parents never really had time to celebrate it, and if they did, they chose not to. It was another day. Just another in the calendar month. What were they going to do? Spend unnecessary money on gifts for a child that already cost enough to feed and maintain? For Eddie's parents, that was a strong no.

So, he kept the tradition, or lack of, as he moved in with Wayne. He didn't tell anyone. Not his friends. Not the other members of Hellfire. Even his girlfriend didn't know.

He celebrated her birthday. He serenaded her with gifts and kisses and a song to express how much he cared for her - even though he knew nothing he could ever write would come close to what he felt.

And she wanted to do the same when it was his turn but every time she inquired, "Baby, just tell me when it is," and grabbed his hand to pull it back and forth. Her voice came out whinier than she intended but she'd asked him so many times and always got the same answer.

"Don't have one. I was hatched from an egg."

That bitch.

Well, Gareth knew. He happened to be at the Munson residence on April 1st 1985 and was super confused as Uncle Wayne knocked on Eddie's door with a gift in his hand.

"For you, kiddo," Wayne grumbled. It was a happy moment but Wayne was a grumbler. He grumbled when he was joyous, when he was sad, when he was sombre when he...you get the gist.

Eddie leapt to his feet and took the gift, almost skipping with excitement. Gareth just sat there as his buddy ripped the paper off with eager hands, revealing a fancy-looking drawing pad. Was that a thing that Wayne did often? Did he buy his nephew drawing pads often? That looked too expensive to be a regular thing.

Not explaining anything, Eddie thanked Wayne and gave him a quick hug then the two teens got back to coming up with Gareth's new character.

To be honest, Gareth was so focused on his character sheet to question it at that time. But eventually, he realised that 'Oh shit, that was a birthday prezzie' and kept tight-lipped until the next fool's day.

"A gift for you, sire." He jokingly bowed and presented Eddie with a badly wrapped gift with a bow that had been haphazardly taped to the top. Eddie took the present and eyed it suspiciously.

A prank. It must be. Maybe Gareth had some little scare prepared to get back at Eddie for killing his PC two weeks ago. Was it filled with exploding glitter? Or an air horn? Possibly a bunch of fake spiders because they all knew about their DM's fear of those creepy crawlies after he'd been sleeping at Rick's and woke up to a huge one spinning its web down near his face.

Yeah, after everything that went down over spring break, the spider thing seemed like the least of his worries

"Sir Gareth, what have I done to deserve a gift? Not that I'm not going to take it because I totally am."

"Just open it!"

As Eddie peeled away the wrapper and lifted the lid off the box, he was preparing for something to pop out at him or make a loud noise. That didn't happen. Totally curious, he inspected the contents of the box.

"No way!" he exclaimed, getting out of his seat and showing the other boys a really sick new Dio shirt. An actual gift. No spooks or scares. No spiders. Just a cool t-shirt. And now his buddy Gareth was bound to get special treatment when it came to their next campaign session.

Shit. It wasn't manly to start crying in the cafeteria. Eddie had to control himself somehow. He couldn't cry at all - that would give Jason far more fuel to tease him. But damn that t-shirt made his heart swell with happiness. What had he ever done to deserve such kindness from his old friend? What could he possibly have done that had earned such a thoughtful gift?

Oh. It was his birthday. And Gareth definitely knew that as he said, "Happy birthday, man."

Shit. Now all the Hellfire boys knew. Including Dustin, who knew for a fact that his sister had no idea either. She was none the wiser and would feel like total shit if she missed her man's big day, and Dustin knew that. The younger Henderson got to his feet as Eddie gave Gareth a grateful punch on the arm - if they weren't at school, hell, he may have even given him a more affectionate thank you - and quickly made his way towards the nearest payphone, ignoring how Mike and Lucas were calling after him, "Where are you going, dude?"

Dustin didn't answer. He made it to the phone, only to find some girl twirling the cord around his finger and clearly flirting with whoever was on the other line. He cleared his throat loudly in the hopes that she would take a hint and hurry up. It worked. She turned around and stared at Dustin, giving him a once over before scoffing, hanging up with a cruel, "Sorry, some nerd wants the phone. I'll have to call later, daddy."

He doubted that girl was talking to her father.

"Henderson household, Y/N speaking," she said cheerily, her voice carrying through the speaker.

"It's me. Do you know when Eddie's birthday is?"

There was silence, probably due to the fact that Dustin's request caught her off guard, and he heard her suck in a breath before sighing audibly.

"Nope. Not a clue. He won't tell me."

Why Eddie was so reluctant to tell her was something she never understood. She wanted to shower him with love and gifts - not that she didn't do that every day, even if the gifts were small or handmade - and his birthday was the perfect time to do that.

From the other line, she heard a panicked, "It's today!"

"Shit!"

"Shit indeed!"

Y/N racked her brain for what to do. It was obvious. She calmed him down because she could hear how alarmed he was by explaining, "Okay, I'll pick you up after school and we can buy him some stuff. You're free, right?"

"Uh-huh! I'll be there."

Plans were made and their friend was soon to be handed gifts that were bound to make him as excited as Gareth's had. He hung up and returned to the table to find that Eddie had slipped Gareth's gift over his shirt, wearing it with pride despite how warm he was beginning to feel with two layers on.

"How does it look, butthead?" Eddie asked as soon as Dustin returned, dramatically gesturing to his new addition.

"Totally metal, Munson."

The minute school was over, Dustin rushed to the parking lot to see Y/N waiting for him there. She'd been standing in front of her car, leaning against the hood as she watched people rushing out of school. He grinned when he saw her, walking towards her as fast as his legs would allow him.

"Come on, we're running out of precious time Y/N!"

"Calm yourself, hermano. We've got enough time and I want to see Eddie," she soothed, opening the passenger side door for him to slide into.

And see Eddie, she did. The moment he saw her, her boyfriend sauntered over with a "Ms Henderson, funny seeing you here," and wrapped his arms around her waist to reach around to playfully pat a tune on her butt.

"What song this time?"

"No Stranger to Love."

"Sabbath?"

"Duh," Eddie chuckled and reached for the back of her neck to tug her lips onto his, causing Dustin to cover his eyes as Eddie firmly squeezed his sister's ass right in front of his gaze.

It was a familiar gesture to Y/N and she slapped away his hand - as she usually had to - and pulled them up to her hips. It quickly moved back down to their original place, and he couldn't help the smug grin that spread across his face when she let him leave it there.

Before they got too lost in each other, she mumbled against his lips, "My brother is in the car."

"Shit. Sorry, butthead."

From inside the car, they heard an annoyed, "You guys are gross," and the couple chuckled. The number of times Dustin had been forced to third wheel was immeasurable. It's not that he liked being a witness - he did not - but he had to endure it.

Tilting Eddie's head to move his focus from her brother back to her, Y/N felt the need to ask, "Hey, can I come over later?"

His reply came in an instant. He leaned back with a grin that almost split his face in half and replied, "Baby, you know you don't have to ask."

"Just checking. Remember what I walked in on last week?"

Ah, last week when she'd entered his trailer - as he told her she could do - and opened his bedroom door, only for her jaw to drop when she saw that he was moaning her name with his dick in his hand while his eyes closed in bliss.

"Having fun without me, huh?" She teased, causing him to scramble to cover himself (despite the fact that she'd seen it all so many times before) as she walked further into his room and shut the door behind her.

A blush crept across his cheeks as fell from his original position on his knees to get a face full of pillows so he could hide how embarrassed he was. She snorted and dropped to the floor beside his bed, lowering herself so she'd be eye to eye.

"Want me to take over?" She flirted, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she pulled his pillow out from under him as she stood back up. Without his answer, she teasingly smacked his ass and straddled it, running a finger down his back. He could hear the smirk in her voice. He knew that she was enjoying this and knew for a fact he was too, especially when she did what she offered when he flipped over.

"Babe, I better go. Dusty and I've got an appointment to get to."

Finishing the flashback in his head, Eddie's cheeks grew warm again as he recalled it. He released her and ran round to open the driver's door for her, bowing as she passed him and grinning happily when she climbed in. As soon as she was seated, she rolled down the window and urged him to come closer to her so they could have one more kiss before parting ways.

Eddie obeyed, sliding his hands on her face as soon as he was close enough to reach her. Their lips met, but quickly disconnected as a disgruntled voice said, "You guys are seriously gross."

"Sorry, kiddo."

"For fuck's sake, Eddie! Stop kissing my fucking sister!"

"Language, bubba."

Chuckling, he gave her one final kiss before he walked to his van, calling over his shoulder, "Don't come before six. I'll be having some me time."

Soon, Eddie's gifts were bought, made and wrapped with the utmost care and precision. Dustin had taken the lead, of course, knowing exactly what stores to go into to get the perfect gift. Eddie was an easy guy to buy for. He literally wore patches of the bands and movies and books he was interested in on his clothing.

Arriving a little later than planned since Dustin came up with another idea, the pair crept up to the trailer. Dustin knocked, and then they quickly hid on either side of the door to surprise Eddie when he opened the door.

"Baby, you're so late. You've no idea how har-" and Y/N was so relieved that he stopped there. Dustin didn't need to hear whatever vulgar shit her boyfriend was going to say.

She winked as the signal and both Henderson's cheered, "Happy Birthday!" in unison as Eddie jolted from shock.

"HOLY FUCK!"

They laughed and waited until he recovered from his surprise before entering his home with his gifts held tightly in Dustin's arms - he was determined to be the one to hand Eddie his presents.

"Alright, which one do you want to open first?" he asked him as they sat together on the sofa. Dustin's words brought a wide smile to Eddie's face, and he looked over at Y/N who nodded approvingly.

"That one."

Dustin had hoped that Eddie was going to open this present first. He handed the box in question over to his friend, who immediately flipped the top over and opened it to find a handmade cake with a wiggly version of the Corroded Coffin logo drawn on top of it with chocolate frosting all over. Eddie looked absolutely gobsmacked and it honestly looked adorable.

"Wow..." Eddie breathed and turned to Dustin, grinning so hard he thought his face might actually crack to joke, "This isn't poisoned, is it?"

"The strongest I could find."

As he grinned, Y/N lovingly brushed her hand through his hair and swiped some away from his face, gazing lovingly at him as he continued to look down at the cake. It was clear he was feeling overwhelmed by everything at that moment. And it was all because of her. She could see it in his eyes, even if Dustin wasn't able to decipher the expression. His heart swelled with adoration as he stared at the cake.

"Turns out Dusty is a pretty good baker. I tried to help, but no, he had to have the kitchen to himself," Y/N said proudly with a roll of her eyes as Dustin stuck his tongue out at her, which she just waved off. Eddie caught her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "Hey, you're going to need that hand to open the rest of your presents."

He nodded with a goofy grin on his face, releasing her hand so she could reach out to hand him the bag. He slowly opened the paper of one, revealing a selection of comics. Eddie immediately began flipping through them excitedly.

"Ewoks? Bet this was your choice, huh, butthead?" Eddie teased and gave Dustin a light punch on the arm as Y/N laughed along with him. "Vigilante #27? I know for a fact that was you, Y/N."

"What? I think his suit is hot."

Smirking as Eddie raised an eyebrow in disbelief, he shook his head at her remark before turning to the next present - a pair of socks with Animal from the Muppets that he was almost too happy to get - then the next - some new fancy plectrums - then the next - a new DM's notebook - then the next - a picture of the trio and he distinctively recognised Y/N's drawing style - and then the magnum opus.

"No way! Look What The Cat Dragged In? I thought they were sold out?"

Yeah, Y/N had bribed the man behind the counter at the record store to sell her the Poison album they were displaying in the window. Apparently, this record store didn't usually do that. Whether they did and the cashier just wanted some extra cash to line his pocket was possible. Nevertheless, Y/N made sure Eddie was getting that album.

"Thanks, baby!" he exclaimed, hugging her tightly as he pulled Dustin in to join and pecked each of them on their foreheads. "These are the best fucking presents I've ever gotten."

They couldn't be happier that Eddie was so pleased with his gifts. After all, it hadn't been that long since spring break and he hadn't been this positive in a while. They were glad to see him like this again. It was always nice to see him this happy.

So, as he gazed at those he cared about, he felt complete. Like a part of him always belonged with them. In every sense of the word. All that really mattered now was that everyone was safe and secure. Nothing else would matter.

It didn't stop the occasional nightmares though, but with the knowledge of how much love he received, he could deal with that.

Despite his past, the Henderson's treated him like family, like the stable family he never had. He loved them more than he thought he could love anything or anyone. And, with that, he felt some form of safety once again. He didn't feel so alone anymore.

"You okay, Ed?" Y/N asked as she comfortingly rubbed up and down his bicep - which was now only covered by the Dio shirt from Gareth - and leaned in to rest her cheek against his shoulder. Eddie smiled down at her and kissed the crown of her head, causing her to giggle and nuzzle up further against him.

Then came his confession.

"I love you two so much. Obviously in slightly different ways, but you two are something else. I'm not a God-man, not at all, but the fact that Henderson's exists kind of makes me want to believe in a higher power, a benevolent good. Because, if it is, then I guess I should be thanking it, don't you think?"

Both Henderson's didn't know what to say. So instead of saying anything, Y/N simply held tighter to Eddie, letting him know she understood. Dustin however had let some tears fall and as soon as his sister realised, she cooed, "Aw bub, come here," pulling him into her embrace and rubbing circles on his back. He squished himself between the couple and, at this moment, he didn't mind being a third wheel.

The poor thing had witnessed as Eddie *almost* died. The tears of happiness that were shed now almost made him forget about all of that. Almost made him forget how scary it was when it happened.

Eventually, Dustin calmed down enough to lift his head from their shoulders and wipe away his last few tears with the back of his hand, deciding that this would be the best time to have cake.

"Did I do good? Does the taste resemble cake at all?" Dustin asked, staring at Eddie in a desperate attempt to see if he liked it or not. Eddie nodded his head frantically as he continued eating, humming in satisfaction as with every bite.

"Yeah, kid," he said after swallowing, his mouth completely stuffed, "You did great. Thank you so much."

Dustin looked pleased at the praise, smiling brightly as the two shared a fist bump and he let out a humble, "Glad you approve."

When Eddie was done eating like a pig, Y/N wiped some jam off the corner of his mouth with her thumb and licked it. Eddie got closer to her ear and made sure to whisper so Dustin couldn't hear, "That turned me on for some reason."

And the girl chuckled loudly, "Really?"

"Hundred percent."

After a bunch of messing around for the next few hours, it was time for Dustin's curfew so Y/N swung her car keys around her finger and said "Okay, bub, we've got to get you home."

"Already?" Dustin whined.

"Yes, it's almost half nine. You have school tomorrow," she reminded him.

"Oh crap."

Eddie and Dustin hugged tightly one last time before separating reluctantly. Dustin playfully snatched the keys from Y/N's hand and rushed to the door so he wouldn't have to see the couples goodbye. It was probably going to be gross.

No. It wasn't. Mostly because it wasn't a goodbye. Just before Y/N followed him out, Y/N pecked Eddie on the cheek and did an Arnold Schwarzenegger impression, "I'll be back."

"Awful. Completely awful."

"Do you want your last gift or not?"

"It was amazing. Truly the best impression I've ever heard."

Dropping Dustin off and returning to the trailer took no time, Y/N was greeted at her car the second she arrived by Eddie who swooped her into his arms, hugging her close as he spun her around before setting her gently back onto the ground.

"Did you miss me?" she asked playfully, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You've been gone for five seconds." He paused. "But yes." She rolled her eyes with a laugh as they broke away.

"And because I'm the best girlfriend ever, I've got a surprise for you."

Curiosity creeped into his mind as he realised that she didn't have anything else in her hands. Where was it? Why hadn't she given it to him earlier? Was it hidden somewhere in her pocket? Was it a sexy present? Was it under her clothes? What if it had something to do with sex? Or drugs? His mind started racing trying to think of all the possibilities as Y/N placed both hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him inside.

They made it to his bedroom and she sat him down on the bed.

"So, I've been getting lessons from Jeff because I wanted to do this for our anniversary but I thought why not give it to you now."

Jeff? How was Jeff involved? How did he not know that his girlfriend was hanging out with Jeff?

He watched her curiously as she sat in his desk chair and reached across for his acoustic guitar.

"Jeff said that this is sappy and romantic and totally not your style. But that's bullshit. I know you love a bit of Elton John deep down."

She got a pic that was laying on his table and readied herself before adding, "Sorry in advance if this sounds terrible. Feel free to tease me about it later."

A huge smile already found its way onto Eddie's face as he saw the image before him and put together the pieces. He nodded for her to start and was enraptured by the first note.

🎵It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money, but, boy, if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live🎵

Eddie could've swore that this day was a dream. Never had he been so spoiled by someone. No, he never expected it, but he loved all the attention that Y/N had and would give him. His lips somehow curved further upwards as she went on.

🎵If I was a sculptor, heh, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show

I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do

My gift is my song, and this one's for you🎵

An Elton John song was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard, especially coming from Y/N lips. Her voice was beautiful. It wasn't professional in any way, but it was genuine. So full of love. He wished he had a way to record her.

🎵And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world🎵

"Do you like it or do you want me to stop here?" Y/N asked softly, snapping him out of his trance.

Of course he liked it! And he loved it! In fact, he loved it so much that he was practically shaking with emotion.

"Oh! I loved it! I really really did! Please keep playing!" He begged, unable to help it, unable to control his happiness. She giggled and began strumming again. Eddie rested his elbow on his knee and his head on his fist, beaming at her as she continued.

🎵I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss

Well, a few of the verses, well, they've got me quite cross

But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song

It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do

You see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue

Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen🎵

Stopping for a second, she clarified, "They really are the sweetest," and felt immense pride at how red that made him. As Y/N began the chorus once more she noticed her boyfriend looking incredibly bashful and absolutely adorable.

🎵And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world🎵

Tears welled in his eyes as he listened to her, and soon they were falling freely down his cheeks as he tried to hold them back but he knew that was hopeless. If there was anyone who knew what a mess he was, it was the girl sitting in front of him and she loved him for it all - the stable and the mess.

🎵I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world🎵

"Oh baby," she cooed and reached out to swipe his tears for him but he pushed her hand away to bring her into the biggest, most sincere bear hug he could manage, squeezing her tight enough her back clicked.

"Shit sorry."

"At least I won't have to go to the chiropractor now," she joked and he kissed all over her face as an unneeded apology. Each peck was sweeter than the last because every kiss he gave her, he got to feel her smile grow and her laughter vibrate against him.

He was happy, happier than he'd ever been before.

"Gross, you're so snotty," she teased, so he lowered his nose to her shirt and rubbed his snot onto her shirt. She playfully slapped her way from his grasp. "Ewww!" she squealed, laughing as she tried to run but he tackled her onto the bed and tickled her mercilessly which resulted in another round of hysterical giggling, the noise echoing throughout the entire trailer.

Eddie never let go of Y/N but he did flop down and laid on top of her, burying his head comfortably against her collarbone as she raked her hand through his tangled mess.

"Thank you, my love," he whispered into her skin, causing her to laugh lightly and squeeze him even tighter. "Best birthday in the history of birthdays."

She smiled fondly, kissing the side of his head and pulling him closer. Eddie buried his face deeper into her shoulder and closed his eyes, listening to her heartbeat and the way she replied with, "You deserve it, my love. I'll make sure to up my game next year."

How could a birthday get better than this? he thought. She had no idea either, but she did have some time to plan it next time. From now on, his special day would be exactly that - special. It wasn't just another day. It was his day.

When it came to Eddie Munson, Y/N would happily become a fool for him, every day of the year but especially on his day.

#eddie munson & reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #henderson reader

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Tyler & Jesse

[[ Quick para done on Discord. @goldenretriever-werewolfwarrior ]]

TW: Bug-related injury, wounds

tyler hawkins — 04/23/2024 3:05 AM moved around the kitchen slowly, putting things away. He wanted to make sure the place looked somewhat clean. He glanced at the clock on the oven, frowning a little, Jesse shouldn’t be too far away. That man was getting free food, something he wouldn’t turn down. Pulling out his phone, Tyler checked to see if Jesse had texted him, but there was nothing. Tyler looked back at the clock, surely he wouldn’t be too far away. Sure Jesse was half an hour late, but he could have got hold up. Tyler opened up their chat and sent a quick text to Jesse.

After trying to call Jesse for the fifth time and not getting answer, Tyler grabbed his keys, wallet and shoved his phone back into his pocket. Something was right, Jesse wouldn’t just not turn up. Tyler made sure Nugget was in his bed before he headed for the door.

Once he arrived at Jesse’s place, Tyler sat in his car for a moment. Trying to see if he could spot movement. But everything seemed quite, too quite for his liking. Tyler got out of his car and headed for Jesse, hoping the human was alright. Tyler stopped out side his door, but hesitated in the knock. What if Jesse was mad at him, and he didn’t want to see Tyler. Tyler frowned as he tried to think of anything he could have done to upset the other. But he drawing a blank. Tyler shook his head as he knocked on the door gently. “Gizmo.” Tyler called out as he tried the door handle, and found it unlocked. “It’s just me, I was worried.” Tyler said as he pushed the door and stepped into the apartment.

Jesse Cowen — 04/23/2024 3:44 AM Since Avery had stopped by the junkyard and helped put some of that witches ointment on him properly, Jesse's wound had finally begun to start it's healing process. It wasn't quite as red and inflamed, and the pus had all but gone away. Some of the aches and pains lessened, but not enough yet that the man felt well enough to do any of what he normally would. Jesse was still pale, still a bit clammy, and entire body still too fatigued to even do anything more than roll onto his side and suffocate himself under that shitty fleece blanket.

"There's nobody here by that name," Jesse grunted into the leather cushion of that sectional couch that served as his bed, too. "Nobody's home," he muttered further, "go away!" Normally, he would have thrown something with these words but he didn't have the energy. Not that Tyler would have deserved it, the guy was clearly only over here to check on him but Jesse didn't know why any of them kept this charade up. If he was gone, it wouldn't make any bit of difference in their lives.

Was he being morose? Absolutely. It was hard to find any positive thoughts when he felt damned miserable. Jesse could hear the door opening wider and more shuffling, which meant that Tyler had come inside anyway. "Damn you, did you not hear me?" he barked, lifting his head up enough to glare at the other. "I'm alive, you can see that, you've done your-- whatever, okay, so--" Jesse made a feeble dismissive wave before he slumped over to his other side, presenting the man with his back, where his shirt rode up enough to reveal there was a giant mass of gauze and surgical pads taped up the back.

tyler hawkins — 04/24/2024 3:21 AM Tyler sighed as he pushed the door closed behind him before he looked at Jesse. He frowned as the other barked at him and then gestured for him to leave. "Sorry, no can do." Tyler said as he moved further into the room, his eyes falling onto Jesse's shirt that had ridden up. Tyler's frowned deepened as saw the gauze and surgical pads coving his back. "What happened?" Tyler asked as he moved closer to Jesse, he knelt down to the man and reached out and gently pushed Jesse's shirt up.

"When did you change these last?" Tyler stood up, shifting back as he pulled his jacket off and placed near the end of chaise. He pushed a hand through his hair as he looked around Jesse's place to see if there was any more gauze or surgical pads so that Tyler could change the bandages. Tyler looked back at the lump that was Jesse before he shook his head. "If you don't want people checking up on you, you need to at least send a text and pretned you are okay." Tyler said as he walked into the kitchen area and grabbed a glass before he filled it was water and walked back to Jesse, kneeling in front of him and holding it out. "Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Jesse Cowen — 04/24/2024 6:57 AM He couldn't say he was surprised when Tyler disregarded the requests-- nay, demands. The man, for being as soft and nice as he was, could be a real pain in the ass when he wanted to be. And he was certainly as hardheaded as the rest of them, too.

"A giant flying insect tried to have me for dinner," Jesse grumbled, closing his eyes tighter briefly because sometimes, the white stars such an action conjured up would be enough that block out the image of that thing. All he wanted to do was forget about it and sometimes, it would sink into his nightmares or jump out from the corners of his eyes yet disappear once he focused. The human startled some at the feel of the t-shirts fabric pulling up and away, a lick of cooler air giving some brief relief from that otherwise clammy sensation-- other than that, Jesse didn't seem to have any further energy to snap at Tyler to leave him alone.

"They're fresh," he sighed, brushing the edge of the fleece blanket to wipe at his damp forehead. "Ave changed them yesterday." And as much as he wanted to sound and be annoyed at the other man for having the damn gall to show up much in the same manner Tyler was now, and help him, he couldn't find that energy easier. Jesse knew he needed help, he just didn't know how to ask for it from people he believed didn't owe him anything. Yet here they were, checking in on him despite his silence and distance. "I'll remember for next time," this was muttered under breath. He opened his eyes again finally in time to see Tyler come to his knees before him, a drink of water in his hand. Jesse suddenly lifted his upper half and took the glass, thirstily gulping it down in several quick chugs regardless of it getting everywhere. He had been craving water for the last several hours and couldn't muster the strength or motivation to get up for it. "Can you--" he thrust the glass back towards Tyler with a pleading look on his face.

tyler hawkins — 04/24/2024 3:05 PM Tyler grabbed the glass from Jesse and stood up, making his way back into the kitchen. After refilled the glass he returned too Jesse. "Yeah, those bugs were crazy." Tyler said moving to sit on his knees as he held the glass out for Jesse again. Tyler thankfully didn't have a terrible time when in with the insects, thankfully he was in his wolf form for most of it. But he was also protecting Willow as. Tyler reached up and brushed some hair off of Jesse forehead, before he pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. Checking for a tempture. Sure Tyler wasn't a human doctor, but he knew what to do if things go bad.

"Good, that's good." Tyler smiled as he shifted slightly, tilting his head. "Ave? Oh I didn't know you knew Avery. That's cool. He's a nice person to have around." Tyler said as he ran his eyes over Jesse for a moment, looking him. Making sure he couldn't see any other injuries that might of been missed. Tyler looked back to Jesse's face and bit his lip slightly. Tyler knew there was a way to help Jesse, at least with his pain. But Jesse didn't what Tyler was and trying to explain to Jesse what he could do, well it would sound crazy. Tyler took a breath before he smiled. "I can do something…" Tyler started before he drew in another breath. "I can help with the pain, if you are in any." Tyler said as he dropped his eyes and fiddled with his hands. "It's hard to explain, but I have something that could help."

Jesse Cowen — 04/24/2024 3:37 PM All he could manage for the moment was a grunt and nod of the head in agreement. Those bugs had been insane. Weird that they only lasted for a certain amount of time, too. At least, Jesse hadn't noticed any since then but he was also incapacitated. He mumbled some kind of 'thanks' once another glass of water was passed to him, and Jesse gulped this one down in record time, too. That second glass seemed enough to satiate him for the moment, as he set aside the cup for now and ducked his head away from the prying hand of Tyler. "I'm fine," he tried to insist, even while knowing his skin was clammy and hot-to-touch. Not quite the burning mess it had been days prior, but nothing that said he was out of the woods yet.

His brows furrowed. "You didn't? I knew about you and Ave…" Well, not for that long yet but, Avery had certainly mentioned Tyler a few times now. Jesse looked even more confused by the way the other seemed to be staring at him so much. "What?" he asked, because it felt like there was something Tyler wanted to get off his chest. But whatever that was, Jesse certainly wouldn't have thought it would be what was said. The human blinked, so confused to the point where for one blessed few seconds, he could actually forget the pain. "What are you talking about?" he asked then, a bit warily, because the way this guy was acting… The way he made it sound… It just seemed like Tyler was going to try something and Jesse was in no mood to even try to entertain or touch that boundary. "Like pot? Pills?" Now those he could handle.

tyler hawkins — 04/26/2024 3:05 AM Tyler watched as Jesse set the glass to side, having had enough water for now. Tyler frowned when Jesse pulled away from him, insisting he was fine. Jesse, was always stubborn even when he was sick. Tyler knew what the other man was like, how he seem irritated with Tyler. But Tyler just brushed it off, and acted like it did bother him. "You aren't fine." Tyler huffed out as he shifted off his knees, and crossed his legs. "Your heart rate is up, you are hot and sweaty. You aren't fine."

Tyler shook his head slightly. "No, I haven't really talked to Avery in a bit. I've been avoiding him, to be honest." Ever since Tyler accidenty took some of Avery's pain away, and Avery started to ask questions. Tyler kept away from Avery, he didn't know how to really explain what happened. Tyler was still learning and understanding his power. Tyler pushed a hand through his hair as he sighed softly. "I can help you with your pain." Tyler said as he ran his eyes over Jesse. He had a feeling that Jesse knew about the supernatural, living in this town. You would have to know, it wasn't exactly hidden. But Jesse didn't know about him. "Just trust me? Let me help you, please."

Jesse Cowen — 04/26/2024 3:45 AM Oh God, not another one. It wasn't like Jesse could turn off his ears and not catch that ill-fitting comment about his heart rate being elevated, as much as he wished he could. Humans didn't speak that way. Did that mean Tyler wasn't human either? Clearly must not be, why else would he say something like that when he hasn't touched him anywhere else but the forehead? Jesse wasn't a doctor, but he knew enough to know you couldn't just tell heart rate from your damned forehead. God, he was too sick to handle this news right now. Tyler, of all people? And who knew what species of supernatural he may be-- Jesse couldn't even say for sure what all of them were yet.

"Avoiding him for what?" Jesse did what he always did when presented with the uncomfortable truths, he ignored it and pretended it went right over his head. "I know the guy can't shut up but he's not that bad," he made the joke, even though it was clear he wasn't in the mood to laugh about it right then. Whatever he could go keep his sanity at this point. As the other did nothing to explain what the hell he meant about helping his pain, he knew this wasn't something that could just be ignored. "Uh, no?" Jesse shook his head, the look on his face saying this man was crazy. "No, I'm not trusting you and I don't trust you, Tyler-- what the hell are you talking about? You can't just take pain away."

tyler hawkins — 04/28/2024 3:45 PM Tyler didn't notice his slip up with his words, or the way Jesse was looking at him. He was too foucsed on Jesse. Making sure the human, was getting worse. He sat quietly, just listening to Jesse heart rate, it was elevated but steady. Tyler hadn't bothered to tell Jesse that he was a wolf, it wasn't something you just dropped in a conversation and Tyler wasn't sure how the other would react. So it was just better to ignore it, unless it had to be brought up.

Tyler reached out and grabbed his jacket, pulling it into his a lap. He tilted his head slightly, keeping an eye on Jesse. Tyler shrugged slightly. "Something I did." Tyler said softly before he shook his head. "Don't worry about it." Tyler shifted back to his knees and moved closer to Jesse again. Taking a breath,Tyler shrugged again when Jesse questioned what he was doing. "Uh so that's the thing. I can take people's pain away." Tyler said with a frown, he pushed a hand through his hair roughly as he gathered his thoughts. "I don't know, but I've been able to do it since I came town."

Jesse Cowen — 04/28/2024 4:45 PM Expectantly, he waited for Tyler to expound on what he meant-- or rather, what it was that he did to Avery, but nothing further came. In fact, the ass had the nerve to tell him to disregard it. "So you're not going to tell me," he assumed, making a face and sighing, bracing forward and away from his back where the injury hurt the most. "Yeah, okay," Jesse rolled his eyes some at Tyler's words, clearly not taking the man seriously at all. "Let's just say you did then and go about our days-- I'm really not in the mood, man, alright?" Whatever Tyler thought he was going to do and make things better, Jesse had no idea. What he did know, though, was that he wanted to lay back down and rest in miserable peace.

tyler hawkins — 04/29/2024 12:48 AM "I really don't want to talk about it." Tyler said as he frowned a little, ran his eyes over Jesse before he shrugged slightly. "You can believe me or not. But it will help." Tyler said as he pressed a hand to the couch, leaning forward slightly. "All I need is your consent Jesse, I don't llike doing this what other persons say so." Tyler said as he let a smile grace his features. "I know trust is a big thing for you, but please trust me on this alright. I can do this and it's going to make you feel a lot better."

Jesse Cowen — 04/29/2024 1:17 AM "Yeah, I got that," Jesse said, quite moodily too. It annoyed him that there was something Tyler didn't want to tell him because quite frankly, he assumed Tyler told him everything-- or at least, he wouldn't have any secrets? Because it was Tyler and he was just… Tyler. "Next time, don't bring it up then if you don't want someone asking questions cause that's just ridiculous," he went on, still put out by this sudden shutout from the other. "I believe you've lost your mind and you're wanting to like-- kiss it better or something," the human stated, frowning. "And I'm not in the mood for those games, this isn't fun." He just said what was on his mind, what he truly felt Tyler was up to and it came from all the ways he knew the other liked to flirt and probably even had a little crush on him or something. And that was fine, there wasn't anything wrong with that-- it was flattering, in any other moment but when he was dying. "I know your mom or whatever probably told you when you were younger that kisses made everything better but that's a lie, this is more serious than a scratch. Look at it--" Jesse suddenly sat up with a painted grunt and twisted, summoning the strength to yank his shirt up higher in the back so Tyler could see just how much of his back was actually bandaged up. "A bug tried to take my spine with it, okay? You can't just--" he sighed, facing forward again and letting his shirt drop back down. "You know?"

tyler hawkins — 04/29/2024 1:32 AM "It's not like you open your heart up to me either Jesse." Tyler snapped as he ran his eyes over his friend. Tyler rolled his shoulders back slightly as he shook his head. Sure he told Jesse most things, but there was a lot he didn't tell the other. There was a lot he didn't tell most people. Sometimes it was just easier, playing pretend making sure everyone around was happy. Tyler's troubles were Tyler's trouble. "Just because it gets brought up, it doesn't mean in needs to be discussed. Statements can be made as passing comment, and left at that. You should know that better than anyone." Tyler gave Jesse a pointed look for a moment before he shook his head again. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "You can believe whatever you want Jesse, I can't stop you from that." Tyler said as he rolled his eyes a little. "Don't have a mom to tell me tat. And trust me, I don't want to kiss you." Tyler said as he frowned a little bit. "I know it's serious, I do have a medical degree." Tyler said before he leaned back a little when Jesse sat up and tugged his top up to show Tyler his back and how bad it really was. "For godsacks, we are just going around in circles here." Tyler said as he shifted forward again. "Just close your eyes or something." Tyler said as he reached out and placed one hand on Jesse's arm and the other to side of his neck. He took a deep breath, before he closed his eyes and focused on Jesse's pain. Soon Tyler's arms were covered in black veins as he took Jesse's pain away. After awhile Tyler pulled his hands away from Jesse, and took a gasping breath as he fell backwards slightly. "Believe me now?"

Jesse Cowen — 04/29/2024 1:45 AM "Jesus, I wasn't even talking about hearts and crap-- if you and Avery are over there admitting your feeling together, that's fine, whatever, but I was saying in general--" Tyler was absolutely right, of course. Jesse had no legs to stand on and was the biggest hypocrite in that way. "Oh come off it man, yes you do," he scoffed, that being the one thing to focus on because actually, just the arguing back and forth was kind of helping? It was keeping his mind off the aches and pains and that was a brief moment of ease. "I'm not closing my eyes-" Tyler had already reached for him at this point and for a few blessed seconds of confusion and awkwardness as he sat there feeling absolutely STUPID as Tyler did whatever the hell he thought he was doing-- praying?? shit he didn't know-- before something else happened. Dark vein lines, almost reminding him of ink, suddenly began to show up all over Tyler's flesh. Immediately, Jesse flinched away so viciously, he toppled over the back of the chaise and hit the ground hard on his side, breath having gone from him. This didn't stop the man from quickly scrambling to his feet and further chasing back against the front door behind him as he stared wide eyed at the other, visibly shaken. "What the hell was that!?" He demanded to know, so bothered and freaked out that Jesse hadn't even registered the fact all that misery he'd been suffering in the past weeks had all but erased. Instead, he was alarmed and if his heart rate hadn't been hammering before, it was now.

tyler hawkins — 04/29/2024 1:47 PM Tyler took another deep breath, trying to ground himself. He looked over at Jesse as he scrambled to his feet and placed his back agaisnt the door. "I told you." Tyler said softly as he shifted and pulled his knees to his chest, draping his arms over his knees. "I took your pain away." Tyler leaned his head forward, resting his forehead on his arms and took a deep breath. He was expecting that much pain from Jesse, sure he knew the man was hurt. But Tyler felt like it was more than just the pain from the attack he had taken. Tyler looked back to Jesse, running his eyes over the male for a moment. "Apart from the freaking out, how are you feeling?" Tyler asked as he laid his chin on his arms. "Within yourself?"

Jesse Cowen — 04/29/2024 1:50 PM "No, fuck you," Jesse cut in over the bullshit Tyler was now spewing out, as if everything that just happened was totally normal and okay. It most definitely was NOT okay. "What the hell was that?" He gestured, ignoring the other man's questions because he was still too focused on the other part of it. Y'know, the part where Tyler's veins turned black or whatever the hell he saw. Had he hallucinated it? No way! "What did you just do?!"

tyler hawkins — 04/29/2024 1:54 PM Tyler sighed as he stood up carefully, his legs feeling shaky. He looked over at Jesse, biting his lip slightly. Debating on if he should go over to where Jesse was. All signs were pointing to no, Jesse wouldn't want him close by. If the look on his face was anything to go by. Tyler licked his lips slightly as he shrugged. "I've you told Jesse." Tyler said as he reached down for his jacket and pulled it back on, feeling chilly all of a sudden. Tyler really needed to do more research on his power. "I took your pain away, it's something I can do." Tyler shrugged again as he looked down at his hands for a moment, as if he would find some kind of answers. "I don't know why or how. I just know I can."

Jesse Cowen — 04/29/2024 2:01 PM Tyler was right to assume that currently, the human was in no shape to have the man come closer like before. Indeed, this became evident as the wolf rose to his feet and the other basically tripped over himself to get the front door open-- ready to flee his own home at this point. "You've got to be shitting me," he expressed, aghast. "That's the best you got? That you just can? And you think this is all fuckin' normal or something?" Jesse felt like he was staring at someone he didn't even know anymore. Maybe they never had, actually. They had never really talked, not the way Avery and he did. Their relationship was more about food and messing with each other, having this casual need for company that never went beyond any of that. And now here he was, coming to the realization that now Tyler, too, was… Well, he wasn't human, was he? He couldn't be, right? Christ! Every single person around him… They were all different to him. What the hell was he doing here? He was going to get himself killed and though Jesse often joked about that being a relief or no big deal, he didn't actually want that.

tyler hawkins — 04/30/2024 12:53 AM Pulled his jacket closer, as he kept his eye downcast as he listened to Jesse. He frowned as he looked up at Jesse. "No, I don't think this normal. It's bloody weird." Tyler shrugged slightly, his frown still firmly on his face. "I don't know why I can do what I can do. I never use to be able to do this, until I came to this town." Tyler sighed as he shrugged slightly. He didn't know how to explain it Jesse, he couldn't explain it to himself. He fiddled with hands a little as he dropped his eyes back down to his hands, and looking at them. "I'm still trying to understand all of this." Tyler said softly, blinking slightly before he looked back to Jesse. "I don't…I don't know why I can do this."

Jesse Cowen — 04/30/2024 1:27 AM "Could have fooled me, man," he shot back, dragging both hands through his hair as he backed away further. It bothered him that Tyler was so damn quiet about it, like he barely existed in the moment. He just left Jesse there by himself to deal with it because all the other man could muster were these weak-willed mumbled replies about how he didn't know what any of it was, it just was. That wasn't good enough to the human, though. It just felt like there were facts being left out. Something.. He was so bothered by it all that the man couldn't even appreciate that he was on his own feet, feeling fine again like he wasn't knocking death's door minutes earlier. "I need to-- I've got to go," Jesse suddenly stated, and didn't leave any room for discussion about it, either. He just turned and marched away, barefoot and all, leaving the front door open too. Only thing he hoped was that Tyler would be gone when he got back. If he even came back…

#tyler x jesse #tw injury #tw bugs #tw insects

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my opinion that nobody but me asked for:

i gotta say that so far hell week has been so bellow mid for me it’s not even funny. their editing also feels like it’s back to s1 with so many filler images it’s unnecessary and add absolutely zero value to the video itself. nothing about that hype lived up and i didn’t think it would (because frankly they always say it’s their best content, they’re “upping the game”, it’s the “most haunted place”, it’s a broken record at this point, we get it) but i definitely thought it would’ve been better than it has been so far.

the hill i will die on by myself, though, is: they joke way too fucking much and every single time they do it, they never get satisfying enough results. like it’s not the first time it’s happened and if you notice, it always happen when they’re being too loud or joking around too much/too often. when they take it seriously, when they get their heads in the game, they always get better results. every single time. i will absolutely die on that hill - spirits are not something to make jokes out of and if that’s your way to cope with being nervous then either find another one or go STUDY spiritual world/spirituality in depth to understand it better and lose the fear or cope with it better. the sooner they realize we’re all spirits and only have a body while we’re under the human condition, the sooner they understand fully that spirits have their own personality, their own trauma and wants and they don’t need permission to go from one place or another or to approach and communicate, the better they will become at this ghost hunting thing bc for me they’ve been falling flat for a while now tbh.

I feel like they go heavy on the filler images and jumpscares when they know they don't have a lot of actual paranormal content to put in the episode, partially to pad the timing of the vid, but also to try and create a more spooky environment to make up for the lack of paranormal activity.

Which is fine, but like- I don't know. Maybe pull it back a tiny bit.

Sidenote: xplrclub tidbit for you all (I don't normally do this, because I hate when people announce things that were said behind the xplrclub paywall, but I'm feeling generous and this is rather harmless) snc hired an illustrator to draw ages for their videos. So those creepy illustrations they've had in every video so far? Custom made for them. Kinda cool, I think.

And I agree with you on the joking. I don't mind some tomfoolery and jokes here and there, but there are times when it is too much and they just gotta chill and be in the moment. The Mrytles episode was much heavier on the joking than I can personally deal with, which may also be why I didn't exactly love it.

I think they still operate under the old school Vine/YouTube mentality of "the loud and the haha's = the views," which I guess has been working for them so far...but if they ever want to be taken even remotely seriously outside of that niche, they gotta scale it back a bit. They gotta find a happy medium (pun not intended) between what they traditionally know and what they want to be known for.

I randomly came across a video last week by a youtuber named Danny Gonzalez. He decided to try ghost hunting to see if it's real or fake. The first freaking clip he put in his video? snc freaking out over something, lol.

Yea, they're probably the most well known ghost hunting youtubers out there right now, but at what cost?

Anywhosie! Complete sidenote here but since we're kind of on the topic: I also think they would get more results if they (namely Sam, although Colby has his moments) stopped hammering in 8000 questions per second during the Estes Method and just chilled the fuck out a bit, let the answers come in, and try to figure out the conversation later. If I were a ghost trying to figure out their stupid modern technology and some fool was peppering me with questions and "OH MAH GAAAWWWDS!" every 30 seconds, I'd use my ghostly energy to chuck something out their heads lol.

#asks #snc video review

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dprpnshmntlf · 9 months

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I am a grown man who gets spankings. It sounds so weird to say out loud. Growing up, I never got spanked, not even a little bit. But everything changed when I met my no-nonsense wife.

Nobody had ever disciplined me in my life, but my wife was never going to put up with my bratty attitude. She came from a very structured family, built on morals and good manners, enforced with the paddle.

So when I was rude to our waitress on our second date and then didn’t leave a tip, she confronted me when we got back to the car. She explained that my behavior tonight was unacceptable. She pulled a wooden hairbrush from her purse and told me she had to teach me a lesson I should have learned long ago.

Without warning, my tiny girlfriend, flipped me over her lap and began beating the absolute shit out me. I couldn’t even think about what was happening because it happened so fast and hurt so bad. I was crying like a baby within seconds. Despite my desperate pleas and wriggling, I could do nothing to escape. When she was satisfied that I learned my lesson, she marched me back inside and made me tearfully apologize to our waitress for my behavior and let her know that I had been spanked and learned my lesson. Then I had to give her a tip.

That night set the tone of our relationship. She was in charge and I had to obey. I didn’t like it, but I could never say no to her, so I just had to take it. Plus, part of me knew that all this was for my own good.

Noting my childish attitude and all my crying, it was maybe about a month in, when she showed up to a date secretly carrying an extra punishment in her purse. It didn’t take long for me to earn a spanking that night. After toasting my buns, she revealed the enormous, thick diaper she brought with her. It was crazy! A real diaper with like baby animals all over it! Like something for babies or maybe old people and she expected me to wear it, like it was a perfectly normal thing to expect from a boyfriend. I wanted so badly to object, but after a spanking, I am irrationally agreeable to anything.

So there I was, 25 years old, lying with my legs up in the backseat of my car at the mall, with a sore, red bottom, getting diapered for the first time in 19 years. It was humiliating. I had to spend the rest of the date with her, trying to balance pulling at the diaper to make it more comfortable, while not drawing too much attention to my thick, padded bottom.

That became a regular thing for me whenever I acted especially immature. After one specific incident, she even made me start using my diapers for their intended purpose. We were standing in a long line at the bank and when we got close to the front, I told her I needed to go potty. She scolded me, telling me I should have gone earlier. When I kept fidgeting and whining, she gave up and said loud enough for the people around us to hear, “Stop complaining! You’re wearing your toilet, diaper boy! Just use it!” I immediately blushed and tried to hide my face. Yet, as soon as she gave me permission, my willpower evaporated and I soaked that diaper. From then on, that became the expectation without exception.

My discipline even extended to when I misbehaved at her parents house. She would excuse us to the next room where she would take her hairbrush to my ass loud enough for the whole house to know exactly what was happening.

They were a spanking family, so it wasn’t that big a deal. Granted, the other adults and most children in the family had long since outgrown spankings, but they all accepted it as a perfectly natural thing for any adult to tan a naughty boy’s hide.

In fact, on my third visit, I showed up 10 minutes late and her father actually took me to his office, bent me over his desk, and bared my butt for the paddle. Then about a month later, I made a lewd remark at dinner and was grabbed by the ear and taken out to his woodshed to receive the belt. I always thought of myself as too tough to cry in front of a man, but after each spanking he gave me, he tells my wife that he can see why she keeps the crybaby in diapers.

It took about a year, but her mom also reached her wit’s end with me. She found out how irresponsible I was with our money. I never would have thought that a slipper from such a gentle woman could hurt so bad.

The family situation reached its peak embarrassment when it was decided that I would be included in the maintenance spanking Sunday tradition. Every Sunday, the spanked members of the family have to line up in the living room, pants down and bent over, in preparation to receive a spanking from their primary spanker. It’s mostly toddlers/young kids and one of the teenage girls, Chloe, who still needs some extra guidance. When I was visiting on a Sunday, everyone was getting ready for the weekly tradition, when Chloe asked why I wasn’t lining up. Everyone knows I get spanked. Why wouldn’t I get a maintenance spanking?

There was an awkward moment where my wife and I tried to justify the fact that I didn’t need a maintenance spanking, but the more my wife tried to explain it, the more she seemed to side with her niece. By the end, my diaper butt was lined up with the rest of them, howling and crying as my wife spanked me.

I’d hoped that at least one of the young kids would also be in diapers, so that mine wouldn’t be definitively the most immature bottom, but they were all potty trained. To my surprise, the only other one spankee undergoing diaper punishment was Chloe. Maybe that’s why she wanted me up there with her, to feel less embarrassed of her situation. Regardless, after the spanking, the kids were released but Chloe and I had to spend a half hour standing next to each other in the corner, diapers still out. It was a humbling experience that became a weekly tradition, even after Chloe eventually outgrew it.

To this day, when I get spanked, her mom still puts a pillow on my seat at the dining table, unless I’m diapered. I want to believe that my diapers are subtle under my clothes, but somehow she can always tell when I’m wearing my cushion on my butt.

Now I’m 30, married, and I still get spanked like a little kid and forced to wear diapers like a baby. It sounds crazy when I really think about it. I get spanked. On my bare bottom. Against my will, until I’m crying. I get overpowered, held down, and spanked every time I misbehave. A punishment many children outgrow before even starting school, yet here I am, still frequently spending evenings standing in the corner with tears in my eyes and red all over my bottom.

And then, if she decides my behavior warrants it, I spend anywhere from one night to a week in diapers. Diapers! I literally get powdered and changed into a diaper like a baby! Most adults don’t even think about wearing diapers for any reason. Yet, my wife sees fit to diaper me several times a month. At least 5 or 6 times a month, in my own home, I actually have to squat down and grunt out a poopy into the seat of my diaper, like a literal infant. Even with company over. I only wish she would let me retreat to another room. Or that I were capable of pooping quietly.

Right now, my bottom is red and I’m sitting on the couch wearing nothing but a poopy, wet diaper and a t-shirt, waiting for her to change me, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. It’s actually insane when I think about it.

Before I met my wife, if you told me I would be in this situation, I’d tell you that you’re crazy. But this all happened so organically in our relationship, that I forget that this isn’t normal. Most husbands aren’t forced to wear diapers to bed. Most husbands aren’t spanked when they act up. I forget how unusual and embarrassing it all is.

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Idea.

A cold night in the park. Minju: “oppa im cold”.

You: stupidly hug your baby to warm her

Minju: looks at you angrily! Daddy I need your hot baby batter to warm me up inside

You: 😉

The Night Settles In

IZ*ONE's Kim Minju x Male Reader Smut

Inspiration: this ask and @kaedewrites' post: “@.iznsfw Minju sex in the park when?”

Today, Kaede. Here's an unedited quickie just for you and anon here ;) Now I'm off. I'm too tired.

Snow paints every tree along your path a cloudy white. A cool wind blows through the park from time to time, so if lucky you can sometimes catch a twinkling snowflake by plucking it out of thin air. If you aren't lucky, you are met with an empty glove and disappointment.

But you won't let snowflakes define your luck. With the girl who owns your heart strolling with you in a night lit by street lamps planted on the sides of the road and the stars in the sky, you are a walking four-leaf clover; you are the luckiest man in the world.

You love these aimless strolls in the park with your girlfriend, Minju. But today, the wintry weather makes you love these little dates even more. The snowflakes that fall from the sky somehow provide a comforting solace within you, even though they are freezing cold when they land on your face or your stuck-out tongue. And with Minju's hand around yours, no amount of cold could get to you.

That isn't the case for her though. While your eyes rake across the sight of withering snowmans and snow-caked park benches, your ears could detect a whine from her.

"Oppa."

You return your focus onto her. There she is beside you, huddled in your white padded winter jacket with her hands making sleeve paws in it.

So adorable.

"Yeah?" you ask her.

She makes a whimpery sound and shivers. "I'm cold."

You chuckle; Minju is such a cutie. She never fails to draw a smile out of you, and how couldn't she when she's there flashing you the most adorable pout ever and shivering like a puppy after a bath?

"I thought foxes liked snow," you remark cockily, hinting at the animal Minju resembles the most. But you open your arms and allow your girlfriend to make herself comfortable between them.

You put a pause your little stroll date to warm Minju. You hug her as tight as you can in, her head in between your shoulder and your arm, and give her a few kisses on the cheek despite your cold chapped lips. Mwah, mwah, mwah.

"Better?" you inquire.

"No," she says, shaking her head. "I need something else."

"I didn't bring any hot packs, Joo. I'm sorry, I'll bring some next time."

"Not that! I need something else."

"What is it?"

"It's something only you can give, daddy."

You immediately understand what she's hinting at when you hear the honorific.

Look down at Minju and you can see the naughty grin on her face. Despite knowing what she means, hesitation still holds you back.

"Here? Right now?" you ask uncertainly.

You look around the park. Nobody is around right now because of the night that is settling in. It's just you, Minju and the pinecone trees, but still!

"Of course!" Minju answers. "Wouldn't you do everything just to keep Mingming warm? Minju wants your hot cum inside her, pretty please, daddy?"

Her sparkling eyes absolutely rob you of any common sense left in you. Who could resist giving this girl the world when she's this cute?

The fluffy date night quickly twists into something else. Realizing how hot Minju looks even with the jacket covering most of her body, you tug off Minju's shorts till they dangle off one of her legs and lift her up. Your lips and hers connect and eagerly search for a taste of each other; eyes closed, Minju lets you nibble on her lower lip while your tongue curls around hers. The moan she lets out brings your cock to half-erectness needed to deliver out your girlfriend's plea.

You pin Minju to the nearest streetlight. Now your hands are free to grip her buff thighs instead, pulling them apart while Minju's hands return similar assistance by unzipping your pants. Soft moans and satisfied sighs continue to fill the cold air.

"Come on, daddy, give Minju what she wants." Minju is certainly demanding, but she helps you meet her needs by wrapping a gloved hand around your dick and jacking it off. You groan at the feeling of the fabric caressing your cock veins. "Fill Minju with your hot cum. Fuck!"

No more wasting time, no more extensive foreplay. You thrust into Minju's tight cunt, hissing at the way her walls immediately clamp down onto you. If she's this tight this early on, you can easily give her what she wants: your load inside her.

You begin with slow yet sharp thrusts. Minju whimpers, biting her lower lip while her long legs curl around you like snakes. You would be glad to be poisoned by this snake though, you joke to yourself. But the chuckle that would have gotten out of you is replaced by a groan upon hearing Minju's girlish moans.

Her tight pussy is coating every inch of your cock with her infamous Kim Minjuice. You make sure to lather it completely with her by slamming your shaft harsher until you are balls deep inside her. Minju's thighs squeezing around you also help you with the task at hand—wait, maybe "at dick" fits this statement better.

"Fuck, baby," Minju yelps, squeezing her eyes shut as you drag your dick out of her till only the tip remains inside and slam it all back in. "Faster! Faster, oh fuck, you're stretching me so well."

And you are: Minju's walls practically part to welcome you in. Her vagina hugs your shaft so tightly that each thrust rubs all her sensitive spots, all the right places.

Your ego swelling with pride, you trail your hand to her wide hips so your thumb could rub circles over her sensitive nub. The moment you do that, she lets out a high-pitched gasp, more juices spilling from her cunt and dripping down her thighs.

Minju's hips rise and spasm so her clit could nestle even more into your thumb. She desperately tries to get you to stimulate it, but you teasingly refuse to. What adds more to her frustration is the sudden slow thrusts.

"What the fuck! You're so annoying," she protests whinily. Her hips begin to move by their own to try and get herself off, but it just isn't enough. "Come on, keep going!"

She's so cute when she's angry. You pretend to be ignorant of her pleads and instead chastise her with a: "Careful, Minju. You're being too loud."

"And you're being too slow! What if I—oh fuck."

She curses when you resume the rough thrusts without warning. That definitely shut her up, you notice; her eyes are closed again but her mouth is wide open.

You close her mouth by closing the little distance between you with a kiss. Her walls contract and squeeze you tighter than ever, but you manage to keep the thrusts steady and consistent. After all, without a proper pace, you wouldn't be able to give Minju what she wants.

You do not want Minju to get cold, so if this were any other situation, you would have zipped up her jacket. However, seeing each thrust cause a delicious bounce from her handful-sized boobs makes you thrust in her faster.

You squeeze at one of them, leaning in to suck at her nipple. It's erect from the cold, so your tongue swirling around it feels even colder to Minju. She yelps a little, but her hands pulling you closer from the back of your head easily tells you that she enjoys it.

"Mmph, ahh, oh fuck, I'm close."

"Already?" you tease, giving her breast one final kiss.

"Oh, shut up! It's your fault anyway!" Minju answers. "And besides, you're—wait, no, please don't stop. I'm almost there."

"Fuck, so am I."

"Cum inside me, daddy. Cum inside your little cumsleeve. She wants it—she wants it so fucking… bad!"

Minju's whimpery gasp comes out in the air as a smoky wisp when your thrust become quicker, aimless.

She buries her face in the crook of your neck heavily, biting down on it.

"So close, so close, so close, soclose!" Minju's words come out in high-pitched whines when she cums with you. She clenches down on you so tightly that she finally gets what she wants:

Buried deep inside her, your tip spews ropes and ropes of cum into her. Some stick out and onto her thighs, but you do your best to fuck them all into her.

"Ah! That's better!" Minju gives you a satisfied kiss. "Thank you, daddy!"

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maybeimscreaming · 2 years

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“There you go, good as new." and “That better not be blood.” with adam page please x

yeeees thank you for requesting!!

pairing - adam page x gn!reader

prompts - 'there you go, good as new' + 'that better not be blood'

warnings - minor injury descriptions, could be read a suggestive?

As one of AEW's resident doctors, you were no stranger to injury. Blood, bruisers, sprains, fractures - nothing phased you anymore. Of course, some people were slightly more reckless than others. You couldn't count the amount of times you had to tell Darby to take it easy before the poor boy did his back in completely. Other than that, you really only saw each wrestler around a couple times a month. Even then it was mainly to deal with the odd scrape.

But Adam Page? He was different.

If Adam managed to have a match without hurting himself in some way or another, you would go and buy a lottery ticket because that would obviously be the day for miracles. At this point, you believed he may as well invest in actual pink hair dye before the mans own blood did it for him.

Oh well, at least he was nice. The blonde had never been much trouble for you - in fact, the southern charm got you rather sweet on the champion. Trying to properly treat his wounds while those baby blues stared up at you was a chore in itself.

a knock on your door startled you out of your daydream, your hands fumbling with the packets of bandages you were stacking. Sighing, you wiped your hands on your trousers and pulled on a pair of gloves.

"come in" you groaned

"hey doc" came the tired voice of one Adam Page.

Speak of the devil you mused internally - well, daydream of the devil.

"hey Page, what have you done now?"

"uh..."

Well that definitely didn't sound promising. Massaging your brows with your gloveless wrist, you turned to look at the man. Now, you expected blood every time you saw the blonde, but this? this was a whole new level. Not only that but he was also accompanied by one Bryan Danielson, who at least had the decency to look sheepish.

You stared at them.

"Adam Page so help me God, that better not be blood"

He chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of his head.

"I swear, you two are gonna be the death of me one day" you grumbled, grabbing a decent amount of cotton pads and antiseptic.

"right, Danielson go sit in the other room, I'll send someone for you. Page just", you sighed, "sit down and don't bleed on my couch"

"go easy on him doc, he put on one hell of a match just now"

You snorted, raising your brow at Bryan. Them two putting on a killer match was a given, just as Adam Page showing up to bleed all over your medic room.

The sound of the door shutting caused you to tense your shoulders. One would think, with the amount it happens, you would be used to being alone with Adam. That was hardly the case.

You gripped the gauze pad on your gloved hand, drawing in a deep breath to work yourself up to facing the gorgeous man next to you.

"doc, you okay?"

"you're allowed to call me y/n, you know" you commented, wheeling the table towards the man.

"lord knows you're in here enough for that"

He chuckled, rubbing a hand against his shoulder. Your eyes met. the lump in your throat grew thicker, you having to swallow hard to get your next words out.

"Chin up"

You worked quietly and efficiently. There was nobody else to see tonight but the event had been long and you were tired. You imagined that he was too. Of course, small talk was exchanged but nothing wild. Just your average conversations of how the match went, what's in the card for the next dynamite etc.

The way his eyes lit up when you asked about his career gave you the jitters. You could appreciate his passion for it, as well as loving the way he appreciated everything he had been given and worked hard for. Adam Page as a whole was admirable. Thinking about how far he had come in the short two years you had been working for AEW made you smile gently, not realising you were being stared at.

"Your smile is mighty pretty"

A sharp breath was sucked in through your nose.

Did you hear that right?

"oh uh... thanks Page, not too bad yourself"

He smiled up at you, a gently movement that exposed pearly white teeth. You couldn't help but to smile back. Even as you dabbed the rubbing alcohol into the nastier of his cuts, his smile only faded a little.

That was until you got to the cut in his hairline. It was deeper than the others and, no matter how hard you dabbed at it, the blood wouldn't stop dripping down his pale forehead.

You sighed, tilting his chin down with your hand.

"everything alright?" he asked, laying a hand on your wrist.

"i'm gonna need to patch this up and i'll need to change it again tomorrow morning, you're lucky you don't need stitches you know?"

he bit his lip at your lecture.

"You have got to stop doing this, putting your safety at risk for a good match is not okay when you do it over and over, one of these days you're gonna hurt yourself and I wont be able to do nothing about it. This is bad for my nerves Adam-"

"Look at you, using my name"

You looked down in shock. In your rant you failed to notice him placing a hand on your waist - obviously a result of the stinging from his forehead. Now, the sight radiated warmth, a pulsating heat that caused your legs to shake a little.

"h-huh?"

"you never used my name, not in all these years you've known me y/n"

"yeah well" you started, "maybe i was worried this time ok"

Huffing, you placed the last piece of medical tape down on his skin, smoothing the fabric with your finger tips. He bit his lip, looking up at you. Not that you met his gaze, instead preoccupying yourself with peeling your gloves off and throwing them in the bin next to you. You didn't want to move. Not with his hand still glued firmly to your hip.

"there you go, good as new" you teased, tracing your fingers over the white gauze.

You began to pull away but was stopped by his other hand reaching up to the free side of your hips. Gasping, you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders. Now, your heart was pounding. Had you said something wrong? Did you miss an injury?

"Y/n I'm sorry, I never mean to get injured, it just happens and well... I like coming to see you"

You cut him off. The frustration of the day and fatigue were setting in. A sickness had grown in you at having to hide your emotions for the sake of professionalism. Adam wasn't the kind of guy to make things awkward if feelings weren't reciprocated and quite frankly? you were too tired to care.

So you kissed him.

You pulled him up by the shoulders and fixed your lips onto his, leaning onto his body gently but just enough to allow him to pull away if he didn't want this. Not that he did pull away.

Instead, he pulled your hips towards him, sliding one hand up your spine to rest between your shoulders. The shock of him grasping your hips in such a way caused you to gasp into his mouth. Apparently newly confident, the cowboy slid his tongue between your lips. He traced it over your teeth before entangling it with yours.

Eventually, you found it in yourself to pull away.

"does this mean you'll stop getting injured as much?"

He chuckled under his breath, pulling you close once again.

"not a chance in hell"

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lovelybarnes · 3 years

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tie- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of tony stark warnings: suggestive, making out, this is so fluffy about: requested! prompt: “wow… you look… you look amazing.” (i tweaked it a little) a/n: thank you so, so much for requesting!! i actually really liked how this came out and i really enjoyed writing it, i hope you like it!

he doesn’t know what it is about ties.

bucky could swear he knew how to do this- he was good at it, after going out to so many weddings and accompanying girls to proms, tying steve’s for him because no matter how many times he tried to teach him, the little guy couldn’t learn. maybe it’s all the time in the ice- maybe it froze away the familiar movements of his fingers like all the clarity of his memories. maybe it was the fingers and the shine that wasn’t supposed to be there, the unnoticeable sound of vibranium plates shifting as he tries to get the knot right.

he supposes it doesn’t matter what it is, because knowing the reason won’t suddenly bring back the ability. although- although, maybe this is a good thing. because then he can call you over and gaze at the details of your concentrated features while you easily twist your fingers in the fabric of his tie. then, you would kiss him on the nose like you’d done so many times before and ask him in a whisper if it was too tight. bucky would say no because you always did it perfectly and you would press your lips to his, letting him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer until you pulled away with swollen lips before things went too far and the tie you’d just tied was on the floor instead of around his neck.

huh, bucky thinks, letting his hands drop, staring at the crinkled tie draped over his chest, maybe this isn’t a bad thing at all.

he pulls it away, stepping out of his bathroom and then his room to knock on your closed door. he can hear you walking around, pausing when you recognize the presence behind your door. “buck?” you ask from inside. “‘s me, doll. i need your help with my tie again please.”

bucky can’t see the small smile that adorns your face when you hear his words, biting at your bottom lip while you pull off the heels you’re trying on. “of course, honey, wait for me in your room, okay?” bucky hums okay and stares at your door for a second longer, hoping that you’ll suddenly open it and he’d be able to simply extend his arms to pull you into his arms and inhale the smell of your hair. he steps away awkwardly after you don’t, walking back to his room to sit on his bed and wait for you.

it’s where you find him after you come out a minute later, walking into his room with a pretty yellow sundress on, cheeks warm and eyes bright. bucky honestly can’t believe how beautiful you are, and he has to hold back from glancing back at his closet to see if he has a suit any fancier than this one, because with you looking like that, nobody will even notice him.

“doll, you look…” he breathes, standing to his feet, “wow. you look amazing.”

you tilt your head at him, features dipped in confusion as you look down at what you’re wearing before you laugh lightly, “what? i’ve barely started getting ready.” bucky frowns slightly, “is that not what you’re wearing? i like it. you look stunning.”

your lips pull into a grin, stepping closer to him, “that’s sweet, darling,” you coo, “but we’re going to one of the fanciest restaurants in new york, i don’t even think they’d let me in with this.” bucky’s eyes trace over you again, making every cell in your body erupt in tiny fireworks, “that’s dumb. you look stunning-” he repeats, running his hands over your arms before spinning you around and tugging you to his chest. you giggle, pressing your cheek against the button of his shirt. “thank you, bucky, you look very, very pretty yourself.”

bucky can feel himself blush as he digs his face into the top of your head, “really?” he asks quietly, feeling you nod under his jaw. you pull away from him to grab his chin, making sure he’s looking at you, “you are the most beautiful man i have ever seen,” you say honestly. “ever,” you add for good measure. your boyfriend chuckles, chasing your lips.

you hum after a few seconds, pulling away to push a finger against his pouting lips, “no, no, you said i have a tie to tie and i have to get ready too. if we start this, we’re not going anywhere tonight,” you warn. bucky shrugs, trying to kiss you again, “i don’t have a problem with that.” you laugh, allowing him another kiss before you stop him again, “bucky,” you say. “one more? j’st one?”

you suppose another can’t hurt.

bucky can promise you it doesn’t when you let him steal another, continuing to peck at your lips after he draws away. “bucky, my-” you try not to melt at the feeling of his lips on yours, soft and plush and completely meant to be, “my dress and-” you smile against him, “and my heels and…” his lips are suddenly moving against your own again, making you hum and lazily pull away to try and convince him, “my makeup and the reservation…” bucky disregards everything, setting his hands on the curves of your hips to tug you closer to him, “‘nd your tie…” you continue breathlessly, allowing a part of you to give in as your hands reach around his neck to have the feeling of his skin hot under your fingertips. you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling gently in the way that makes him groan. “i can reschedule,” bucky informs through pauses.

you try to make yourself tell him no, because the restaurant is expensive and the dress you were going to wear so he could say wow in the way he does when you come into the room is laying on your bed, ready to be used and touched by the gentle pads of bucky’s fingers. the hours you’ll take to carefully apply your makeup are hanging over your head, the ticks of your personal clock growing louder every second you don’t go back to your room, but the sound gets muffled by the feeling of bucky that surrounds your whole being.

you can practically feel yourself buzzing and that’s what you’ll blame it on after you say “yes, let’s reschedule,” before letting bucky’s hands glide down the backs of your thighs, picking you up and never disconnecting your lips or interlocked hands. it’s what you’ll blame it on when tony inevitably comes by in the morning with an annoyed look to inform you that you missed the reservation that took a lot of time to put together, but it’ll be fine because you had the best date night in the world and buttering tony up is not a hard feat to accomplish.

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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Nevertheless: Wishful Thinking [1]

[completed] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

synopsis: why would the college flirt want anything to do with the innocent heartbreaker? a [somewhat] nevertheless au featuring tbz's eric son young jae

genre [per chapter]: suggestive material, mentions of alcohol, SMUT *this series is a smut series so* please don't read if you're uncomfy. if you're underaged and you still wanna read, i'm not stopping you. i don't care because that's your responsibility to know what's fiction and what's not.

word count: 2.8k, half of which is probably filth

taglist: @from-xero

{this is a work of fiction}

"i'm sorry, i just... i just don't see you that way."

the boy tries his hardest not to choke (or sob) as he lowers his head, the bouquet of flowers in his hands crinkling when he brings it down to his side.

he huffs, using his tongue to poke the inner sides of his cheeks as his grimace pulls out into a smirk.

you look at him with utmost guilt, fingers awkwardly intertwined with one another as you scan the distraught on his face.

"so..." he slowly nods, looking up from the floor. "not even the most popular person on campus can win you over, huh?"

the label strikes a chord in you.

honestly, you were just waiting for him to say those words. you hadn't expected the campus star boy to confess to you tonight, much less at his own graduation party.

he was two years your senior and frankly way out of your league - leaving you with absolutely no clue how he came about to develop feelings for you.

you had wondered if he was merely capitalising on your growing reputation as the 'innocent heartbreaker'.

the pretty, new, freshman who just couldn't seem to stop heads from turning.

one of those heads was his.

wooseok scoffs, obviously unhappy and dissatisfied with your response.

how dare the pretty freshman reject the hottest boy on campus?

"okay," wooseok nods, still holding out the flowers to you. "at least take the flowers, would you?"

grimly picking the golden-wrapped roses from him, you scan his eyes, glossed with a layer of tears as his nose sours.

"wooseok-"

"no, don't," he interrupts you, sucking in a deep breath as he puffs out his chest. the yelling from outside his bedroom door calls the both of your attention.

"the party's still going on until morning, are you staying?"

with a light shake of your head, you hug the flowers close to your chest. your heart slows down, calming from the fact that he had brought you in here just to confess and not something else you were afraid of.

the guilt sinks in when you realise you didn't trust wooseok all that much.

"okay, well..." he clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. the silver shine off the school's logo on the varsity jacket glimmers under the room's ceiling light. "at least stay until we finish the first bottle of vodka? we have games later."

"oh, wooseok, i can't-"

"come on," he reaches forward and grabs your hands, his hands hot and warm. probably from the adrenaline he had to give himself to make this feat. "the first bottle."

you look up from his fingers and at his face, his fringe covering his eyes and casting sharp-angled shadows all over his lids.

your lips part, but before you can even utter a sound, he hops right in and exclaims with a grin on his face. "great! i'll see you around and come find me when you're leaving, okay?"

the smile lines extend from the sides of his nose and down to his lips, the shadow lines on his cheeks shifting as he turns on his heels, hands sliding off yours.

"i'll-" he points to his door, already reaching for the handle. "yeah. bye."

wooseok pulls the door open for him to exit, and right before he can shut the door behind him, his eyes come between the gap to take one last look at you.

the door clicks shut after he moves off first, and you're left with the roses in your arms, standing in the middle of his room, having just rejected the most sought-after bachelor in the school.

looking down at the roses once more, your finger-pads rub against the velvet petals, heart aching for him.

the neon lights in his room were casting a bright blue hue all over the walls and the carpeted ground, trophies for baseball and customised bats decorating almost every corner.

you turn to his bed, thinking of leaving the flowers on the cushion and leaving quietly through his window.

but your train of thought violently snapped into two when the party outside yells, followed by the loud thunking of the bass throughout the house.

the flowers are a reminder of how shit of a person you are.

you didn't ask to be a heartbreaker.

people tend to think you find joy in rejecting the brave ones who get their feelings across but you don't. not at all.

carefully laying the bouquet of flowers back onto his bed, you pull the door of his room open and step out into the hallway, the music blasting like everyone was deaf and hard of hearing.

the crowd in the living room comes into view when you start walking down the stairs - everybody jumping on beat to the likes of superbass and people yelling the all-time classic rap.

your knuckles whiten from gripping onto the wooden railings, unable to return yourself to the party when you've done broken the heart of the host himself.

so you turn on your heels, deciding to return to his room and crawl out through his window - only to be met by someone else.

"party's downstairs."

if you were the innocent heartbreaker...

then eric son was the vicious one - the male, sluttier equivalent of you.

"oh, well... party's not for me," you offer a tiny smile, slightly embarrassed to be caught making a u-turn.

eric tilts his head to the side, holding out an arm and resting it on the wooden railings. you lower your head, taking a step to your left in a bid to walk past him.

but you're stopped yet again by his arm reaching out, palm pressing flat into the concrete as he looks down at you.

you don't realise your fists are clenched (and sweating) until you rub them onto your dress.

"look, eric- i- i had a bad day and i just-"

"so walk out the front door," he raises a single brow, taking a step down and removing his hand off the wooden railing.

your feet fumble around each other in a bid not to topple down the stairs. turning to face you, he forces you to step back to maintain the safe distance between you.

"i don't want to make a scene-" the bad habit of picking your nails returns when your back hits the wall, and eric's standing an uncomfortable distance from you now.

"oh," he lifts his free hand and mirrors the other, keeping your neck between his forearms. but you are the scene. you can't just... leave."

a flustered chuckle runs through your throat as you lean your head back against the wall. "i don't have the time for this."

"make time for me," eric cocks his head to the side and glances down near the bottom of your face. "you can tell me about your bad day."

"i think i'll be fine on my own, thank you," carefully squatting and trying to shrink out from the wall-eric sandwich, your brows furrow as you shift.

but eric son buckles his arm and halves the distance he has between your faces, the sudden surge forcing you back upright.

now his breath is hot on your jaw and you turn away from him, lips pursed into a thin, tight line.

"the 'innocent heartbreaker'," he gently hums, fingers reaching up to play with the curled locks fallen around your upper arms. the fleeting brushes of his skin across yours draw out chills, and a harsh inhale twitches your facial expressions to his liking. "i can see why boys would fall for this."

with your eyes still glued to the party downstairs, you part your lips, wanting to explain yourself.

then eric, with the weight of feathers, reaches up to your chin and tilts it towards him.

his lips are parted as he slides his tongue across his teeth. he sighs softly, eyes travelling from yours to your lips and back up.

by now, you can feel his breath on your philtrum.

"you're pretty," he whispers, almost against your lips.

and your stomach plummets when he pulls away completely, the cool air rushing in to replace the bodily heat.

without breaking eye contact, even for a single second, eric pushes himself off the wall. lips drawn out into a wide smile, he adjusts his jacket and runs his hand through his hair.

"but not that pretty."

you don't realise your heart's racing until you feel your chest heaving, unknowingly panting from the unruly interaction the vicious heartbreaker has just provided you.

the world finally seeps back into view and into complete perfect audio, the music finally rumbling through you again when your eyes trail after eric, walking into the crowd jumping in the living room.

the taste of iron seeps out from the inside of your lips, and you dart your tongue across the mark that your teeth have left on your flesh.

clearing your throat and shaking the thought of eric out of your head, you turn back up the steps and head back into wooseok's bedroom.

the blue hues of the room start to sink into your consciousness again, the yellow shade of the bouquet wrap looking more like green under the lighting.

you take a moment to fester - over wooseok, over your reputation, over eric.

college just started and here you were, feeling guilty over something that wasn't even your fault.

the final decision comes to rest on your fingers in the form of pulling wooseok's window open, carefully lifting your feet and crawling under the glass.

now, troublemaker was playing, muffled but definitely loud enough to be heard at least 3 houses down the road. you climb onto the roof of his garage, eyes scanning to cars parked outside and along the road.

you stride to the side where you know wooseok had a wooden plating attached to one of the walls, fake vines intertwined between the planks.

it's a relief when your feet meet the concrete ground, and nobody was in sight - until you back up into someone's chest and you turn to find eric, again.

"what in the world-"

he cuts you off by grabbing your waist, slotting his lips between yours and holding your chin to align your faces.

you were nearly bought into it, but the consciousness seeps back into you and you rip your face off his, palms one his chest with his hands still on your waist.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"i could ask you the same thing."

"you already know I'm leaving."

"you can't leave just yet."

"why the hell not?"

"because I'm not done with you."

with a low huff, he hoists you up onto his hips, lips crashing onto yours as he walks you backwards, your shoulder blades hitting the wall where you had climbed down from.

there's a gentle rattle when he keeps you up against the wooden planks, his palms riding the skirt of your dress up and over your hips.

his fingers slide under the material of your underwear hugging your pelvis, hot skin gripping onto the flesh of your rear.

then you hear a tear amongst the mess he's making on your lips, and the material of your underwear loosens.

"what the-"

"shh," he smirks, now turning his head into your neck to nip on your jaw. your chest heaves from the sensitivity, the fluttering sensation of his lips on your neck drilling chills all through you. "make a sound and everyone will know you couldn't say no to me."

conscience returns to you for a split second.

"eric- we can't-"

before you can finish your sentence, eric drags the thin material out from under you and dangles it before you, his eyes clouded and dark.

the darkened patch of material on your underwear washes your face in pink and heat.

"you were saying?"

your stomach plummets, and you now register the coolness on your core. eric smiles, rolling up the material to shove it into his pocket.

"eric-" your fingers dig into his left forearm as they return to the wall by your head, his right carefully undoing his belt.

the clink of the metal followed by the zipper coming undone forms a knot in your stomach already, then his fingers coming to spread your neediness all over you forces a sharp whimper up your lungs.

"I've done nothing..." he shakes his head, sliding a single finger up and down your core. "and you are so wet."

he lifts his finger from under your skirt, his fingers glistening under the sharp, fluorescent lighting.

your hooded lids are just about tearing with the overwhelming ache that's throbbing through you, and he makes it worse by running his tongue all over his finger.

eric's pride swells when a whine escapes your throat, and he presses himself into you, chest against yours with his hands digging into your thighs. your arms circle around his shoulders, pulling him closer for a deep, slow kiss.

he prods against you, the throbbing ache spiking when his manhood rubs against your core. groaning into the kiss, your entire being squirms between him and the wall with the muffled music still blasting from the living room.

he doesn't bother to wait for you before he finds his manhood and aligns it with your entrance, gently prodding before sliding himself in like it was meant to be.

he buries himself inside you by holding your thighs around his hips even tighter, drawing a low and prolonged moan from your lips.

eric pulls away, pressing his forehead into yours to let you breathe. but he finds some kind of sadistic pleasure when he pulls his hips away, only to slam right back in, earning a sharp yelp from you.

"go any louder, princess, and i won't be the only one enjoying this."

he grins to himself, licking his lips before diving into your neck and picking at all the right spots. every kiss and nibble earned him a moan or a mewl and it ruins your pride over and over to know that you had just broken someone's heart tonight.

yet you were outside that someone's house, letting eric rail you like he owned you.

your fingers claw and grip at his shirt as you feel your back jerk and rock against the wooden plank. with every thrust he offers you, he sounds like he's laughing and panting at the same time, the hot breath on your neck making you writhe in a guilty pleasure.

he offers a few slower thrusts before grabbing your chin to look at him, eyes slightly fucked out and your thighs tired from keeping your body locked to his.

slowly pulling out and sliding back in, he takes the time to revel in the way your brows furrow and your lips fall apart, your curled hair now a mess around your chest and shoulders.

"that's it, princess," he leans into your ear and coos. "tell me how good that feels."

unable to form a coherent word in your head, you whine in response, pulling his face to yours and planting your lips onto his with every ounce of energy left in you.

his hands fumble under your skirt and find your sensitivity, pressing his thumb flat onto you. the pressure jerks you upwards and he takes the opportunity to reposition himself, changing the angle ever so slightly.

by some miracle, the tip of him buried inside you finds the magic spot, and when he picks up his pace, the knot starts to find you in eternal bliss.

eric pulls away again, huffing as he thrusts himself into you, fingers flicking and abusing you as if your legs weren't already shaking and convulsing around his hips.

"good girl," his breath is heavy on your jaw as he plants a few wet kisses there, his pants bringing you to some newer heights. your vision starts to fade into white with a few more thrusts and his fingers dig into your thighs when your lower body starts to spasm.

muscles flexing, your entire body squirms and trembles as you meet your high.

then eric hurriedly pulls out, the hot fluid dribbling all over the ground under you.

while you come down from your high, eric's strained grunts rumble through his torso under your arms. the vein that popped out on his neck was still there, and your senses only allow enough for you to focus on eric now.

he bites on his bottom lip and pushes his hair back with a deep inhale. he turns to you, eyes wide open and clear.

"not such an innocent princess now, are you?"

#nevertheless: wishful thinking #the boyz smut #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #eric smut #eric scenarios #eric imagines #tbz smut #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #eric sohn scenarios #eric sohn smut #eric sohn imagines #eric x reader smut #eric x reader #tbz x reader #the boyz x reader

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Depression

Pairing: Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3034

Includes: TW suicidal thoughts, depression, mentions of missing meals, crying, fluff, hugs, angst to fluff, comfort

Do not post any of my work anywhere else!!! I’m fine with reblogs but not with people stealing my work.

Notes: I have depression, this fic is kinda based off of my experience with depression. I wanted more than anything for someone to notice how badly I was struggling and I was in desperate need of a hug. I can’t change the past but I can write down my thoughts, feelings and what I needed at the time.

Thank you @quindolyn for helping me to fix a couple bits and for helping me decide on the ending xx

Depression is completely unpredictable. You might feel on top of the world one minute and suddenly feel miserable the next. You smile around your friends and family hoping that they don’t notice that anything is wrong but deep down you just want someone to notice, to care, to ask you how you are or just hold you while you cry it all out. You want to die yet you can’t bring yourself to do the actions that would end it all because that scares you even more than living.

Lately, you had been feeling very happy. Remus and Sirius were wonderful boyfriends and would do everything they could to make you laugh or smile. Your favourite moments with Remus are the ones where he decides to cuddle with you, there is nothing more relaxing than just resting your head on his chest and listening to the thump of his heart and his steady breaths.

The best moments with Sirius are when he tries to make up his own jokes, most of the jokes he tries to tell aren’t even funny but that somehow makes it funnier when he tells you a bad one-liner whilst in detention. The sweetest thing about Sirius is that when you least expect it he curls up on the bed and sleeps next to you as Padfoot. It’s the sweetest thing ever waking up in Remus’ arms to Padfoot lying across your chest, Remus just watches over the pair of you with a smile upon his face at seeing his two lovers sleeping so peacefully.

This morning you had woken up and felt like crap, you couldn't quite place it so you skipped breakfast and had a lie-in instead. This caused you to miss your first lesson and most of lunch. You managed to go to your next lesson though which was Charms with your boyfriend Remus.

At first, you tried to concentrate but you felt like a cloud had settled itself over your head causing you to struggle with your work.

You’d been feeling better for a while now but for some reason today had just left you feeling miserable. For the rest of class, you sat with your head in your hand gazing out the window.

Remus could tell that you weren’t paying attention to the class and was starting to grow concerned. “y/n, you okay?” He whispers in your ear.

Not wanting to draw any attention to yourself or bother him, you just nod and force a smile in the hopes that you could pretend that everything was fine.

The bell rang a few minutes later signalling the end of the class period. You had History of Magic next, Remus wasn’t in that class with you but Sirius was. Remus walked you to your next class observing your behaviour.

You weren’t smiling and didn’t speak at all on the way there simply looking at the ground. Remus stopped with you at the classroom door and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright love? You know you can talk to me if something is wrong.”

Looking up at him you sigh. “I’m fine,” you say quietly before turning around and walking into the classroom.

Remus was growing very concerned with your behaviour, something was clearly wrong but you weren’t telling him.

Just then Sirius walks down the corridor. “Moony, decided to switch classes have you?” He jokes.

Not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation Remus grabs his arm and pulls him over to an empty classroom shoving him in the door.

“I need a favour,” said Remus in a serious tone.

“What Moons?” replies Sirius, confused at the sudden change in Remus’ behaviour.

“I need you to watch y/n for me and make sure she’s alright. Something is wrong and I want to help her but she won’t tell me anything.” blurts Remus.

Sirius pats him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Remus, I’ll keep an eye on her.” Sirius leaves the empty room and proceeds to walk into the History of Magic classroom.

Sirius seats himself beside you but you don’t notice at first because you are spaced out not paying any attention to the lecture being given by Binns.

You felt like crap to put it simply. You wanted to focus on your classes so badly but your brain was just telling you no.

Your brain is running at a hundred miles an hour making you feel even worse. *I’m going to fail all of my classes. Why am I so useless? Do the boys love me or do they just tolerate me? Nobody loves me, not really. I wish I was dead, why can’t I just die?*

You feel slow tears make their way down your face. You sniffle softly not wanting to bother anyone.

Sirius quickly notices your tears as you sniffle next to him. *Moony is right* thought Sirius *something is very wrong.*

Sirius reaches a hand out to yours underneath the desk and gives it a gentle squeeze as a reminder that he is there for you.

Finally, you have enough of your self-deprecating thoughts and abruptly stand up, grab your things and leave despite only having twenty minutes of class left. Sirius gets up and follows you, grabbing your hand as you leave the room.

The pair of you walk silently through the castle until you get back to the Gryffindor common room. Sirius seats you at the couch in front of the fire before grabbing your bag and chucking it aside.

Sirius sits down next to you as you stare into the ornate fireplace with tears still slowly rolling down your face. “Y/n love, what’s wrong?” He softly asks.

Instead of answering him, you rest your head on his shoulder. Sirius brings his arms around you to pull you into a hug. The pair of you sit like that for a while, listening to the crackle of the fire and your sorrowful sniffles. Sirius simply holds you whilst tears slowly roll down your face.

“I'm sorry, I’m just tired. I think I’m gonna go have a nap” you say softly.

“Alright doll, I’ll see you at dinner then?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you tell him knowing full well that you wouldn’t be in the mood to eat.

Leaving Sirius in the common room you walk up to the boys dorm and throw yourself down on Remus' bed. Grabbing a discarded sweater from Sirius’ bed on the way. You curl up in a ball under the covers on Remus’ bed before letting the tears fall down your face again *why can’t I just feel happy for once in my life? I always fuck everything up, I want to die*

Sirius watches you walk up the stairs to the boys dorm before letting out a sigh and putting his head in his hands. You had never been like this, you were usually so bright and cheerful something bad must have happened because Sirius hadn’t seen even the slightest smile all day.

The bell for the next lesson rings and Sirius remains sitting on the sofa in the common room contemplating what he should tell Remus. He didn’t want to make his friend even more alarmed but he couldn’t hide his feeling of concern for your breakdown in class.

Remus enters the common room behind a babble of second years who were complaining to each other about their homework.

Spotting Sirius on the sofa before the fire he rushes over to sit next to him.

“Where’s y/n? Is she alright?”

Sirius takes a deep breath before sitting back on the sofa. “No, I can see what you mean Rem, she’s very upset.”

“What do you mean?” replies a panicked Remus

Sirius turns to face him and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Look mate I don’t want to worry you but in class, she just sat and stared into space, then she started crying and walked out.”

Remus let out a pained sigh and ran his hands down his face before clasping them in his lap. “Is she okay? where is she now?”

“I walked her back here, we had a cuddle for a while then she said that she was just tired so she left to have a nap,” replies Sirius

Remus stands up from the sofa and brushes his sweaty palms off of his trousers, “let's go and check on her.”

Sirius rises off of the sofa too, he turns around and looks around the common room before turning back to Remus. “Maybe she just needs space, she told me she’d come down to dinner so let's just give her some time alone and if she doesn't come to dinner then we can go and check on her.”

Staring into Sirius’ stormy grey irises Remus stays standing for another minute before nodding and sitting back down.

The boys study in the common room for an hour in complete silence, both of them preoccupied with thoughts of their distressed girlfriend. Sirius and Remus then head down to dinner, sitting down at the end of the Gryffindor table closest to the doors so that they could spot you as soon as you walked in.

The boys sit and pick at their food mindlessly for ten minutes continuously watching the door in hope that you’d join them for the meal.

Sirius lets out a deep sigh and drops his fork on his plate rubbing his brow before looking at Remus. Remus looks up at him offering a small smile before standing up. “Come on Pads, our girl needs us”

Sirius quickly stands up and grabs Remus’ hand dragging him out of the great hall. The boys briskly walk hand in hand back to the Gryffindor common room and quickly ascend the stairs to the dorm.

Remus opens the door quietly in case you are sleeping and peers in, he feels his heart break as he catches sight of you. You are lying in his bed fast asleep with puffy eyes from crying.

Remus approaches the bed and sits down on the side closest to you. Gently he starts to stroke your face with his hand whilst gesturing for Sirius to come over to the bed with his other hand. Sirius kneels on the bed next to Remus, reaches out and starts playing with your hair.

Remus watches as you slowly awaken, your eyes fluttering as they adjust to the light in the room. “Darling are you alright?” He asks you softly while rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

You feel your eyes fill with tears but don’t want the boys to see them so you roll over and put your face in the pillow hoping that they leave you alone so that you can compose yourself again.

The boys look at each other trying to figure out what to do next. Remus nods at Sirius gesturing for him to try and get a response from you.

“Baby, why didn’t you come to dinner?” You still don’t respond, making Sirius panic. “Please talk to us, we want to help you.” This makes you feel even worse, they just wanted you to be happy but instead, you’d caused them to leave dinner to look for you.

Your body starts to shake as the tears start rolling down your face. You keep the sobs in not wanting to make them even more worried.

Remus carefully runs a hand over your back worried at the lack of response. “Y/n please talk to us, we love you baby we only want to help you. It’s killing me that you are this upset and we want to be here for you.”

This is the last straw and you lose control of your crying, finally letting out the sobs that had been building up all day.

Remus’ heart breaks even more “Oh baby, come here”. Remus turns you over and carefully pulls you into his lap.

You press your head into Remus’ neck and let out all of the emotion that had been held within you all day.

Sirius sits down next to Remus and yourself at the head of the bed, he runs one hand soothingly up and down your back. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay.”

Your entire body shakes with sobs, tears soak the front of Remus’ sweater whilst the boys continue to make attempts to console you.

Remus rocks you in his arms carefully trying to calm you down. “Shh darlin’ it’s okay”

You start hyperventilating from the force of your sobs, Remus pulls you back from his chest slightly brushing hair away from your face.

Sirius reaches out to you and picks up one of your hands, he brings it up to his chest so that you can feel his steady heartbeat. “I know you're upset baby but you’ve got to breathe. Can you do that for me?”

Sirius breathes in and out slowly emphasising each breath for you to follow. “In...and out, in…and out.” This continues for a few minutes as you try to regulate your breathing.

“Good girl, you’re doing such a good job baby”

The sobs slow down slightly as you regain control over your breathing, tears still fall down your face but not as quickly as before.

Remus cups your face in his hand wiping away stray tears with his thumb before pressing a solitary kiss to your temple. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Please tell us” he begs.

You let out a sigh, opening and shutting your mouth a few times trying to come up with something to tell them.

Sirius notices your hesitation and gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay love, you can tell us anything. I promise you that we’ll try to help you and nothing you say can make us love you any less.”

Looking into his eyes you see nothing but love and concern. You sniffle and wipe one of your sleeves across your face. “I don’t know, I just don’t feel good”

Sirius runs a hand through your hair before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Is it that time of the month baby? You feelin’ sick?”

Tears well up in your eyes again. “No” you reply softly “I don’t feel sick”

“Then what is it babe?” asks Sirius with a small frown on his face.

You consider lying to them for a moment not wanting to burden them with your thoughts and emotions but in the end, it’s the pleading expression upon Remus’ face that makes you give in.

You take a deep breath, “sometimes I just feel really sad, like nothing will get better. I feel like no one loves me. I don't want to bother you guys because I don’t want you to leave me.”

The tears fall down your face again as you turn around and put your face back into Remus’ sweater, your fingers have a firm grasp on him as if letting go would make him disappear.

“Please, please don’t leave me, I’m sorry” you beg them as you cry into Remus’ chest.

Remus feels tears well up in his own eyes but swallows them down in order to comfort you. “No no no, sweetheart, it's okay. I promise that we aren’t leaving you.”

Remus holds you even tighter in his arms “I wish you’d told us that you were feeling like this sooner darling. We love you so much”

Sirius sits in silence listening to Remus comfort you before lifting a hand and rubbing your back. “Look at me baby,” he says with a stern tone.

You look up at him, he has a more pronounced frown upon his face than what was there previously but it softens slightly when he realises that you are watching him.

“You need to tell us when you feel like this okay? You aren’t bothering anyone, we just want to help you and we would never leave you over something like this.”

You remain silent looking away from him, the tears slowing down again so all that remains are the odd couple every few seconds.

“Promise you’ll tell us when you feel like this baby?” He asks, holding your face in his hands.

You sniffle softly before agreeing “m’kay, I promise”

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl for telling us baby,” he says fondly before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. As he pulls away from your cheek he gets a mischievous look upon his face. “Hey babe, what do you call a cow with two legs?”

You look at him confused for a minute before saying “I dunno”

He leans in towards you with a grin upon his face as though he is telling you a secret “Lean beef”

This causes you to giggle, Sirius smirks whilst Remus chuckles. The boys are pleased to hear you laugh after having been deprived of such beautiful sounds for an entire day.

“Good one wasn’t it?” He asks with a cocky smirk on his face.

“No” you reply, still slightly giggling.

“No!” He repeats back to you in disbelief. “What do you mean no? I thought it was a good one”

Remus raises an eyebrow looking at Sirius “c’mon Pads, you can do better than that”

“Fine, I’ve got a better one” huffs Sirius. “What does the perverted frog say?”

“I dunno” you reply again trying to keep a straight face.

“Rubbit” he replies.

This joke was much funnier than the last and you burst out in laughter. You have joyous tears of laughter pouring down your face as you giggle until your sides hurt.

After a while you yawn and rub your eyes, Remus smiles affectionately at you before moving you off of his lap changing positions so that you are laying half on Remus’ chest with Sirius spooning you from behind.

“C’mon darling, let's get some sleep,” he says quietly.

Sirius buries his face in the back of your neck before mumbling out a quick “I love you”

You settle down into their embrace, relaxing all of your muscles and just as you are dozing off to sleep you feel Remus run his hand through your hair as he whispers “I love you darling, more than you will ever know.”

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